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Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

Karl Tolzen, Veteran Guardsman

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Name: Karl Ockmann Tolzen

Character Description:

• Age: 33
• Height: 182 cm
• Weight 82 kg / 107 kg (Full gear)
• Athletic Build

Full Gear

Appearance Under

Role: Private First Class and Shock Trooper of the 22nd Iothean Shock Regiment (Former)
Specialties:

• Close Combat and Assault
• Marksmanship with his lasgun and sidearm
• Swordsmanship

Characteristics:

Weapon Skill: 7
Ballistic Skill: 6
Strength: 6
Toughness: 7
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 4
Perception: 5
Willpower: 6
Fellowship: 3

Equipment: –

• Iothea Pattern Lasgun
• Iothea Pattern Laspistol
• Iothean Longsword
• 3 Krak Grenades
• 22nd Iothean Shock Regiment Armor and Helmet
• Guardsman Kit

Personality:

• Faithful - Karl has always been raised to love the Emperor above all else. Always have faith that the Emperor will protect and give guidance kind of thing. He has slightly more faith in the Emperor than the average guardsman.
• Dependable - Karl can stand on his own, him being one of the very few surviving members of the 22nd is proof of that. When given a task, he will do his fullest to complete the task and provide results.

History:

• Iothea was only a planet recently rediscovered and taken into the Imperium in the last 400 Terran years. The people who live in Iothea are simple folk, the farmers tend to their responsibilities dutifully in their farms as they believe it to be a great service to the Emperor and his Imperium. Life on the planet is hardly forgiving given the vicious fauna, feral orks tribes, and the odd cult appearing and throwing order into disarray. Thus enter the orders of knights, courageous groups of men and women ardent in defending the people of the Iothea. May the foes they face be a rampaging orks out for blood or cultists setting to corrupt and despoil, the knights will cut them down with righteous fury to restore order and peace on the planet.
• Karl Ockmann Tolzen was born into the knight order of the Black Halberd. The Black Halberds specialize in breaking enemy forces and defenses and leading assaults. Though given the nature of the order, heavy casualties were a norm. Karl was only a young knight when he, along with five thousand of his fellows, were chosen by their knight commander to become part of the 22nd regiment going to be sent in service of the Emperor. To the knights, this was an opportunity of a lifetime to serve the Emperor to the fullest. It was an absolute culture shock to the feudal worlders when they saw things of metal fly in the sky like a bird and weapons that fired, not bullets, but light at foes over a hundred paces away with precision and enough power to tear off a limb easily. They truly felt blessed that the emperor would offer them these powerful tools to further serve him and devoted themselves to their training.
• The battle for Yairus Prime would be the downfall of the 22nd. The battle for the forge world raged between imperial forces and a sizable Ork WAAAGH led by Warboss Agbar Headstompa for roughly four Terran years. It took the sacrifice of 97% of the 22nd and countless other sacrifices for imperial forces to finally bring down the Warboss. It was a phyrric victory. The imperial forces had managed to secure the planet and kill Warboss Agbar Headstompa and stop the WAAAGH, but at a heavy cost of over 120,000 lives and two thousand of vehicles.
• In the reclamation of the hive world of Molov from chaos forces. Karl was assigned to a special regiment consisting of mostly Valhallan Ice Warriors and remnants of other decimated regiments. The initial assault was a failure, the mixed regiment fought an uphill battle to regain a foothold on the planet. After months of harsh fighting, they managed to reclaim the city and set it up as the base of operations for Imperial forces. Similarly to the outcome of Yairus Prime, chaos was purged from the planet but at a steep cost. Even with the support from the imperial navy and a few space marine chapters. Hundreds of armor regiments and nearly five hundred regiments were wiped out in the brutal five terran year long fight to reclaim the planet. Yet again, Karl was one of the very few survivors of the whole siege. His luck and skill would not be left unnoticed though, as a rogue trader house would soon offer him a position.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@LightningMaiden@Phantomlink959@KatherinWinter@Blueflame

Astra stares at the screen for a second or two as she memorizes it for later tactical use. "Understood head researcher." Astra then heads to a locker and wears the vest contained inside. It looked similar to a tactical vest used by human and humanoid field agents when their assignments prove to be too difficult or dangerous. Though there was a number of minor differences, one most notable being a thin antennae sticking out of what looks like a small power supply on the back. One would assume that this was the device that would be powering the whole hit detection system and relay that to the simulator's AI. It was then Argus gave orders to stay at the base with Rost and deter any drones from obtaining their flag. "Directives updated. Will defend the flag at all costs."

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Richard smirked at the thought of a paintball game. "I can't deny that I do like paintball." he says offhandedly while opening his respective locker. He takes a look at the rifle stowed within, it wasn't like the rifles he ever used before but Richard was sure he could easily learn how to use it. Once geared up, he heard Argus bark out commands to the other agents. It seemed that he was going to be part of the distraction team to keep the heat off Griffin. With a firm nod, he assures that he was ready for the simulation.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

Those ten minutes were by far the worst ten minutes of Ethan's life thus far. Not only was the two bloody birds hellbent on killing him and eating his innards, they were clever enough to know when he was getting out of breath. He feels his bones creak and muscles ache in response to his strained efforts of getting away. It seemed that the birds were merely toying with him and had some sort of sadistic pleasure in seeing Ethan in fear. "F-fething birds! I hope you both be swamp slugs in your next life!" he huffed out with an exhausted breath. It was an unwise decision to curse his aggressors as he felt his throat burn and his lungs labor after each breath. It made Ethan feel slightly better though.

He glances back and sees that one of the hawks chasing him seemingly disappear. 'Where is the other one?' he quickly thinks to himself as he returns his attention to the road ahead. It was then he saw where the other asshole bird went. It flew ahead and was about to dive bomb at him. Instincts kicked in but there was too little adrenaline left in his system to make him react fast enough to avoid the bird. His brain opted to slow his perception of time and see his would be killer swoop in for the kill. He awaited the inevitable sharp sting of beaks and claws...but it never came. An arrow, seemingly out of nowhere, impales the murder bird to a nearby tree followed by a feminine voice calling to him. He looks back to see a woman and the remaining bird, seeming to analyze the situation. Ethan felt the pent up anger from being forced to take two trips as well as the hate from being chased well up inside of him. He grips his walking stick tightly and swings it at the bird with all his might.

Clicky

Attack roll = 15
Damage roll(if hit) = 4

Inventory

Traveler's Clothes x 1
Fancy Hat x 1
Pouch containing 5 gp x 1
Metal Flute x 1
Jeweled Ring (worth 10 gp) x 1
Walking Stick (Quarterstaff) x 1
Poorly wrought maps of homeland x 1
Corrected map x 1

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Nice. Ill try to get a post up by the end of the day.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Just waiting for whoever is responsible for the simulation to set it up for us.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

Guardsman from a Medival world. Most if not all of the other RPs he was in died before he could develop a personality. So minor tweaks need to be made for this one.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher
This whole job seemed so easy at the time he asked Sips for the opening. Go to point A and get ingredients, repeat process for point C and D, before returning to the tavern again. How did it come to this? Ethan stared wide eyed at the pair. Sweat slowly dripping down his brow as he felt his heartbeat hasten. In his panicked state, their bloodied dagger like beaks looked even more intimidating under the amber colored rays light of the sunset that shone through the lush canopy. It sent chills down his spine. Ethan starts running like a madman in the direction of the town. To the outsider's perspective, it would be a humorous sight to see. A strangely dressed man with a walking stick and a top hat running through the forest while a pair of birds chase after him. To Ethan, this was one of the most absurd yet terrifying experience he has ever experienced in his life.

Not even the time he had to ride a boar for a race in a festival in his home town scared and confused him this much.

Clicky

Athletics check to escape the two murderbirds=11

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

Interested. JB, Can I recycle Karl here?

Warhammer 40k: Answering the Call - An Only War/Guard RP

sure. Sad to see another rp die but such is the cycle of life.

Gaia Frontier (5e)

@Lucius Cypher

Ethan stared at the pair of winged pests and thought to himself what was the best course of action. First thing he think of was just to turn back and leave the birds as is, second was to sneak around the problem, and third was just to leg it and dash through the two and hope for the best. He rarely encountered beasts like these hawks, the most Ethan had encountered in his trip to Frontier Town would be a stray fox getting to curious for comfort. He would have considered fighting one but those dagger like beak and irritable demeanor made it so that it would be near suicidal to do so...and going back empty handed would only lead to more problems than solutions. 'Guess I would have to sneak my way past.' Ethan thought to himself before, quickly nodding his head. He moves off the dirt road and opts to go around the area with the hawks enjoying their grisly meal and return to the road when a sufficient distance away.

Giving the two winged pests a wide ten meter berth, Ethan goes into a crouching position and carefully weaves around the trees and bushes hoping to make it harder for the birds to detect him sneaking by.

Clicky

Stealth roll: 14