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Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

Okay, so I'm thinking about making the first post monday, so everyone can scheme up their first posts this weekend. Basically the premise is thus, your Marine, weather a veteran of the Deathwatch, or new to it, is being assigned to the Resolute Faith. This allows characters like Mine, or Grothnor's to still be veterans, but not have met each other.

Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

NPC's and other goodies.

Lord Inquisitor Gaius

Gaius is an archaic man who is a standard 160 Terran years old. Rather than fight the passive of time with youth treatments and juvients, he has allowed himself to live a natural lifespan. He has served the Ordo Xenos for his entire life, recorded in sealed tomes about his rise to power and influence within the ordo. Little is known about him, due to the fact he can no longer take on the missions he directs. He remains aloof and distant, and is even thought to spread false rumors about himself. He has managed to walk a line between puritan and radical his entire life, not leaning heavily to either direction.

Resolute Faith

The Resolute Faith is a small cutter, an all black ship capable of piercing the tightest defenses. It has no physical armament, save for a single boarding torpedo, and a compliment of two drop pods. It has a respectable docking bay, capable of holding a thunderhawk, and contains a small chapel, armory and forge, dining hall, training rooms, cells, and a library of texts about Imperial History. the lethality of the ship comes from it's squad of Deathwatch marines aboard, capable of killing many times their numbers.

The dining hall, small that it may be, is lined with Banners from the chapters who have served with distinction aboard it, and along the walls are scrolls of honor, listing actions where the small Deathwatch teams boarded massive warships, and disabled them with swift strikes. The ending of Waghhs, with precision orbital attacks. The destruction of a Dark Eldar cabal that was raiding an outpost. Space Hulk clearing. The lists bring great honor to the squads of Deathwatch who serve aboard the Faith.

Crew: 1 Captain, 1 Pilot, 1 Navigator, 6 serfs, capability to hold up to 10 Space Marines.

Captain Faust

Faust is the captain of the Resolute Faith, and is Gaius's right hand man. He is obviously a spacer, from his 6'3 body, that is extremely skinny, and his pale skin. He wears a fine pressed uniform at all times that he is seen. His cheeks and nose are high and give the perception that he is a hawk. He wears a power cutless on his waist, and a needle pistol under his armpit.

Master of the Forge Syrus

Syrus is the Master of the Forge aboard the Resolute Faith. He is a black shield, from an undisclosed chapter. He has taken a century long vow of silence, and still has 30 years remaining. No one doubts his prowess, but he has become a permanent feature of the ship, fixing any and all problems, and crafting masterpieces. As such, many suspect him to be from the Salamanders, or Iron hands.

Brother Carus

Carus is the dedicated pilot for the Thunderhawk. He comes from the Hawk Lords, and is a master, able to fly the Thunderhawk like it was an extension of his body, making for extremely impressive extractions after missions have been accomplished.

Warhammer 40,000? Deathwatch.

Lone, you still have WIP in your character sheet.

Warhammer 40,000? Deathwatch.

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/49496/posts/ooc?page=1#post-1497717

Heres the OOC thread to subscribe to, i'm working on it right now.

Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

Arkhas, the Slaughter

Name: Arkhas, The Slaughter

Chapter: Carcharadons Astra, Aka Space Sharks

Equipment: Mark 6 “Corvus” Power armor, Eviscerator chainsword, bolt pistol, power gladius, digital weapons.

Biography: Arkhas was born a slave boy on some distant planet, beyond the Emperor’s holy gaze. He would only reach the age of 9 before the Space Sharks descended on the planet, like terrifying angels. They decimated the infrastructure of the world in a day. The militaries were leaderless and in shambles after 3. Total surrender was on day 4. The male children age 13 and below were taken on day 5, and on day 6, the planet burned, with it’s 3 million population of heretics. Arkhas remembers none of this, save for somewhere deep in his reptile brain.
At the age of 19, he complete scout training, and was inducted into the actual chapter proper. The Space Sharks however, are nomadic, and instead of being organized into official companies, they are assigned to ships. Each ship captain, also serves the same role as a company captain, leading his men as he sees fit. Arkhas was assigned to serve on the Nicor. It was from here he would conduct his terrifying raids for 200 years, adept as tactical and devastator marines, and master of assault. He was an angel of death on wings of flame, steed of steel, or born aloft in a land speeder. So it was here he would remain, for 200 years, before elevating to the Red Brethren, an inner circle of butchers allowed to fight in Terminator armor. In another decade he was in command of them. After four more decades of command, passing all chances at captain, he took the position of the chapter champion. He held this title for 20 years, before being sent to the Deathwatch for service.

Notable Achievements: Served two decades as the Chapter champion, losing only one singular combat. Served in the Badab war with honors. Killed 50+ heretics in the storming of Badab Primaris. Bested an entire squad of Khorne Beserkers in single combat.

Physical Description: Arkhas stands at a daunting 7 feet tall, a hulking barbarian. His skin, when seen, is a pale white, the color of a sheet, due to the mutated genes that mark his chapter. His eyes are a pair of black soulless pits, showing no emotion except for disdain. His left arm is no longer flesh and bone, and is robotic from his shoulder down. It is crude, and seals against the outside atmosphere, and serves as a constant reminder to the only time he has failed in his duties.
In armor, Arkhas always wears his “beak” helmet, and has the black armor of the deathwatch. His left arm is already silver metal, but he still wears the Inquisitorial shoulder pad. His right arm bears the shark of his chapter. On his back in his massive two handed chainsword, and on his right hip is his bolt pistol, his gladius being opposite on the left. Dangling from his neck, are several necklaces, with predatory animal’s teeth and jawbones, each one with delicate scrimshaw etched into it.

Class: Assault Marine

Personality: The word Cold would describe Arkhas the best, and even then, it might be too friendly. Outside of combat, he is quiet, not due to having a lack of words, but due to rarely wishing to impart his thoughts. Below the surface however, is a seething rage, waiting to boil over. In combat, Arkhas comes alive, painting with the color red, carving his way through battle formations. He feels no Joy, no pride. Nothing during this time, except for a deep anger and hatred, and a calm, collected, savage butchery. Arkhas believes in no higher powers, except for the armor he is clad in, and the weapons he uses to smite any in his path.

Stefan0620

Rayvius

Name: Rayvius 'Moyses' Skalterion

Chapter: Dark Angels

Equipment:
Scout Carapace Armor/Mark VII Aquila Power Armor
Mk IIIa Godwyn Pattern Bolter
Guardian Bolt Pistol
Frag Grenade x4
Krak Grenade x4
Combat Knife/Chainsword

Biography: Rayvius was born on Aegyptus, a backwater planet that was abandoned by the Imperium during the Africanus Crusade for tactical reasons, primarily due to a warp storm due to hit and isolate the system. As soon as the Imperium abandoned the system, Dark Eldar appeared, enslaving the entire population. Rayvius escaped because a Dark Angels scout took him off the planet as a child, moved by his mother's plaintive pleas for deliverance.
Rayvius was raised as a chapter serf by the Dark Angels and was a full marine by 16, where he promptly joined his battle-brothers in the Africanus Crusade. He never forgot his homeworld, and was haunted by his last moments with his mother. When he was 42, he requested to be sent to Aegyptus to help liberate the planet. The warp storm isolating the system had passed, but the Imperial forces deemed the planet not worth the expense of liberating it. He asked to join a unit of nine other Imperial specialists, agents and assassins. Rayvius' sergeant allowed his request, seeing how Ray's memories of his homeworld distracted him and hoping to excise him of the burden. Rayvius and his team became known on Aegyptus as the Plagues, and after a forty year campaign, managed to sow enough chaos among the Dark Eldar occupiers to allow a liberation force to be validated and force the Dark Eldar off the planet, culminating in a directed orbital bombardment and the assassination of the Archon of the Kabal. The people of Aegyptus immortalized him as the tenth Plague: the Angel of Death, and gave him the honorary name 'Moyses,' which he adopted without reservation.
He went on to serve as a scout and a tactical marine during the remainder of the Africanus Crusade, though with no exceptionally notable heroics. At the close of the Africanus Crusade, he was offered a position in Deathwatch when he was 117, where he has spent the majority of his 90 years as a kill-marine. He was initially assigned to work with one Scout Sergeant Cyrus of the Blood Ravens Chapter, who instilled in him a thirst for knowledge about his enemies, and in his spare time is seen browsing forbidden archives on xenos, searching for new ways to exploit and kill xenos.

Notable Achievements:
Was one of ten Imperial agents (known as the 'Plagues') sent to create a resistance operation on Aegyptus, and after a 40 year campaign of guerrilla warfare and insurrection, successfully assassinated the Archon.

Cleansed the Velcorn system's four inhabitable planets of a Genestealer infestation by himself within a week, accumulating a total kill count of 293 purestrain genestealers, 847 Hybrids of various generations, and two Broodlords.

Physical Description: Short black hair, has a burn scar on his left cheek. Otherwise, your standard Astartes.

Class: Scout/Tactical Marine

Personality: Rayvius is a loner, a trait cultivated during his time on Aegyptus and as a Kill-Marine of the Deathwatch. As he has spent half his life away from other Astartes, he is experienced in non-Astartes interaction, and is much more personable to non-Astartes than most Astartes are. He is quite knowledgeable on xenos, and can speak ork, eldar and tau, as well as High Gothic. He has a healthy thirst for knowledge. His century tenure to Deathwatch is coming to a close, but he has reservations returning to a chapter he has had little connection to. He has contemplated becoming a Blackshield, but feels that he should only take that option if he cannot connect to his old Chapter.

Grothnor

William Selark

Name: William Selark

Chapter: Ultramarines

Equipment: Mark VII Aquila Power Armour
Two Servo-Arms
Hesh Pattern Bolter
Power Axe
Bolt Pistol

Biography: William was born on Masali into a farming family, his parents were always scared that one day William would be taken to become a Space Marine. The day finally came that, two days after he turned 13, he was taken to begin training. Through the grueling training needing , he finally became a space marine after years of dedication. Throughout his training, he showed proficiency with mechanics. 5 years of serving as a tactical marine had passed before he was admitted into the Adept Mechanicus. William was shipped to mars to be trained as a techmarine. He came back to his Ultramarine brothers a full-fledged techmarine. He spent the next 80 years serving the Ultramarines as a techmarine, until when he was 106, he was seconded to Deathwatch. Ready to slay and cleanse the known galaxy of Xenos scum, he joined Deathwatch and begun his Deathwatch journey.

Notable Achievements: Fought against the Orks in the Assault on Black Reach along side Cato Sicarius, Fought against Hive Ship Behemoth for 10 years. Is renowned for his ability to fix and maintain mechanics.

Physical Description: Short Black hair, X scar on his nose to cheek from fighting a Tyrannid. Looks like a generic space marine with his helmet off. His armor is black, the colour of Deathwatch, save for his helmet which is red to signify that he is a techmarine. His right shoulder is blue and gold with the symbol of the Ultramarines on it, his left should is a black and white with the Skull of the Deathwatch. He also has the symbol of the Adept Mechanicus on his right thigh (on his armor).

Personality: William is a very loyal marine, during his 5 years before he was admitted into the Adept Mechanicus, he has always been 100% with the Ultramarines. When his loyalties were torn from the Adept Mechanicus and the Ultramarines, he too was torn. But he has learned to adapt from his Techmarine training, and since then have always been quick to adapt. William is also a very open person, able to befriend his fellow marines quickly, but since becoming a Techmarine distrust has fell upon him. The only marines that he has close relations with are his Techmarine brethren. He spends most of his spare time with fixing or creating Mechanics or sometimes the other Techmarines.

0Zeroes

Brother Lantus

Name: Brother Lantus

Chapter: Blood Ravens

Equipment:
Mark VI Corvus Power Armor
Stalker Pattern Bolter with Shot Selector
Bolt Pistol
Combat Knife
Chainsword
Frag Grenade x3
Krak Grenade x3

Biography:
Lantus was born on the Feral World of Typhon Primaris. The planet was a major recruiting world for the Blood Ravens, and at the age of 10, Lantus passed the Blood Trials to become an Aspirant of the Chapter. He served his Neophyte training and Scout Marine deployment under Scout Sergeant Cyrus, and took his many lessons to heart, eventually becoming a fully fledged Astartes when he was 18. Lantus served loyally as a Battle Brother as both a Devastator and Assault Marine in the 4th Company under Brother-Captain Davian Thule, and excelled to the point that he was assigned to be a Tactical Marine. For over 100 years, Lantus served in the 4th Company, and even took part in the Kronus Campaign. On Kronus, Lantus proved himself to be one of the Emperor's finest several times over, but his greatest achievement came in the final battle against the Tau entrenched on the planet. During the battle, Lantus and his squad were assigned to assassinate Ethereal Aun'El Shi'Ores, the leader of the Tau on Kronus while the majority of Captain Thule's forces were deployed against Shas'O Kais. The squad broke through Tau lines, taking heavy casualties from their murderous plasma fire until Lantus was the sole remaining member of the squad. But he broke through to the Ethereal and his bodyguard and tore them apart with his chainsword. For this feat, Lantus was assigned to join the Deathwatch after the Kronus Campaign had concluded.

Notable Achievements:
- Assisted in the retrieval and "gifting" of many relics and wargear for the Chapter
- Served with distinction in the Kronus Campaign
- Broke through Tau lines and personally slew the Ethereal Aun'El Shi'Ores, as well as his elite bodyguard unit

Appearance: Bald, scarred, has one service stud. Average in both height and weight for an Astartes.

Class: Tactical Marine

Personality: Stern, stoic, and disciplined, but occasionally delivers sarcastic barbs in a completely serious tone. Lantus is rather level-headed for an Astartes, and often advocates caution and stealth when facing enemies until a weak point in their ranks can be found. Once he is in the midst of combat, though, Lantus displays the fury and hatred for the enemies of the Imperium that any Space Marine would possess. Due to the events of Kronus and the Battle of Victory Bay, in which he was forced to fight and kill Guardsmen, Lantus is noticeably accommodating of and willing to work alongside the Imperial Guard, perhaps out of guilt for Victory Bay.

Psyker Landshark

Olaf Sheildbreaker

Name: Olaf Shieldbreaker

Chapter: Vylka Fenryka (Space Wolves)

Equipment: Frost Blade
Barrage Pattern Plasma Pistol
Combat Knife

Biography: Olaf, son of Kjartan, was born on Fenris to a noble family. He spent much of his early days as the shield brother of Rawl, the chieftan's son. After fighting valorously against another clan, both he and his comrade were recruited into the Space Wolves. Olaf performed admirably, and gain his former friend's jealousy. After a lengthy campaign against the Eldar, Rawl publicly accused Olaf of cowardice. Rather than face his old friend in a duel, Olaf accepted a post in the Deathwatch. His Wolf Lord gave him a Frostblade from his personal armory, making Olaf promise that he would survive and return it.

Notable Achievements: Known in his company for fighting an Ork Warboss to a standstill, buying time for his brothers to regroup and kill it. During the fight, Olaf knocked the Warboss' metal mouth guard off, hence earning the name "Shieldbreaker"

Physical Description, any noticeable markers, scars, augmentations: Short cropped red hair. Full beard and a long scar on his forehead.

Class: Assault Marine (Technically called a Blood Fang in Space Wolf-ese)

Personality: Olaf is normally jovial with his brothers, both in the Space Wolves and in the Deathwatch, but secretly he feels betrayed by Rawl. Once his term of service with the Deathwatch is over, he knows there will be a reckoning between the two former comrades.

Nobodyman123

Brother Severus

Name: Brother Severus

Chapter: Blood Angels

Equipment:
Mark VII Aquila Power Armour
Diagnostor Helmet
Power Sword
Bolt Pistol
Frag Grenades
Exsanguinator
Blood Chalice

Biography: As all Blood Angels before him, Severus born on the moon Baal Secundus, moon of the Blood Angels homeworld Baal. Underwent the proving tests held every generation at Angels Fall, the site where Sanquinius himself was found, as an aspirant to prove himself to the Blood Angels in order to become one. During these violent games and tournaments, battling against the harsh landscape and his peers, Severus showed unusual amounts of care to his fellow tribesmen, making sure to not kill anyone, only maim during the gladiatorial tournaments and even going out of his way to help those that were wounded during the race to the reach the "Place of Challenge", having to cross a hostile desert, with only a crude air glider and avoiding fire scorpions and the like to get there. Being one of the few that survived and finished the challenge, Severus was taken to Baal, where he was left in a golden sarcophagus and fed chemicals and nutrients to form into a true Astartes.
Severus was noticed by the few Blood Angels that were overseeing the challenge for his compassion, this being the reason that he was placed into training as an Apothecary, before then becoming a Sanguinary Priest after years service, and then finally an apothecary for the Deathwatch after a century or so fighting the enemies of man.

Notable Achievements:
- Recovered 463 Gene-seeds on record from fallen brothers on the battlefield
- Took part in the Third War of Armageddon against the Orks

Class: Sanguinary Priest (Apothecary/Chaplain)

Physical Description: Brother Severus, an average Astartes in terms of build, weight and height. None know what the Adeptus Astartes face actually looks like as he is known to always wear his Diagnostor helmet when in the midst of company and to not follow the no helmet tradition, several rumours follow the mysterious apothecary as to why he never takes of his helmet when with company ranging from paranoia to a severe injury when fighting a Chaos champion of Khorne. Who knows?
Clad in the standard yet necessary and honourable colours of a Deathwatch marine but with a white helmet, backpack and bracers including the Exsanguinator attached to his right bracer, with the Blood Angels emblem on a red shoulder pad on his right shoulder and the silver Deathwatch emblem on his left shoulder pad, the prime helix marks his right leg knee pad and on his chest plate, replacing the usual Imperial Aquila, showing that Severus is indeed an Apothecary.

Lone Wanderer

Bloodshed and Betrayal, 40k

The Roleplay: We're going to be a squad of Deathwatch marines.

The Setting: The Warhammer 40,000 universe, specifically a DM manufactured planet, named "Cul"

Ground rules: Minimum one paragraph a post. I won't make a post order mandatory, but try not to let the roleplay deteriorate into just two players posting a paragraph back and forth. No "godmodding", but since we're playing Space Marines, we will be able to do some absurd shit. Just try to keep it reasonable. I'm hoping for a fairly fast thread, not one that drags on for months to get to some action.

Background information: I expect everyone to have a rough grasp of the Warhammer setting and lore since they showed interest. If you have questions, I do know an unhealthy amount of lore, and have the internet to help as well.

Cul: The planet "Cul" is a deathworld located in the Segmentum Tempestus, as the only Life supporting planet in the "Tarqa System." The system supports a large sun, and only two other planets, which are tidally locked, and constantly in orbit of each other. Cul supports a basic lifestyle, only a little above Feudal. Large stone castles stand as bulwarks against the jungle, which often times encroaches right up to the walls. The only technology on each of these world's tends to be landing pads for the ferrying of resources and levies for the Imperial guard.

I'll be keeping it mostly generic to allow people to improvise a bit when they post about it.

XCOM Enemy Unknown Season 1: The Coming Storm

Ruven stopped walking and looked David up and down. He thought he had made the comment quiet and far away enough to avoid confrontation, but now it was too late. "Who are you? You don't have any name tapes. You're not in a uniform." he asked. Ruven pointed at the Marine. "You know what I see, when I see her? Pedigree." He pointed at the Ghurka. "Pedigree." He continued this pointing at every single soldier here. "Pedigree. Pedigree. Pedigree." Ruven pointed at this beret. "Pedigree" Then he pointed at David. "If you're not in the Army, I don't know where you're from. Judging from your lack of sleeves, and the fact you can't figure out how a safety works on a weapon, you look like you got lost of the way to the gym." Ruven continued "I've worked with Force Recon, Berets, Seals, and the Rangers when they're allowed to run with the big dogs, and I've never heard of whatever unit you're from."

Ruven stared at him for a second, and cutting off anything the man was going to try and say, if he replied. "Don't get me wrong, we all got big shoes to fill. But at least everyone has expectations of how big those shoes are when they see each other. You, however? You sure talk the talk, but you ain't walking the walk yet. Maybe we didn't bring any shoes for you to step into."

As soon as he finished his dressing down, Ruven turned and kept walking with the group. He made no attempt to disguise what was going on, or to lower his volume, nor did he yell the entire time. He was going to separate himself from David if it meant gaining the trust of the rest of the unit.

XCOM Enemy Unknown Season 1: The Coming Storm

Once the helicopter blades stopped their downward wash, Ruven reached into his calf pocket, and produced his Beret. He pulled off the goggles and Shemagh and placed them in the pocket the beret came from, while placing it on his head. He was damn well going to show the cloth he was cut from. He noticed however that the group was distancing themselves from the Americans among them, and quickly realized making friends was going to be difficult.

He meandered toward the female marine as the guard approached, intent on at least bonding with someone who could watch his back, while distancing himself from the other American. The same American was making a show of being the cocky western cowboy the world thought them to be. Ruven had noticed the look of disdain the marine had when the Soldier had said whatever to her. He made a joke, just loud enough for her to hear. "You know what they say. Army special ops are the best of the worst." he said, with a smug grin.

Ruven appraised the guard as he led them away, looked soft. A troublemaker of some sort to end up here. But LAPD didn't have a lot of scrubs, from what he understood, and with USA declining, most cities were becoming Gangland, USA. Ruven figured the man was worth a lot more than initial appearances gave. As the group made it's way forward, most choosing to remain at the back, Ruven made his way to the front, and wondering if they were going to get choices of beds, and hoped he got a bunk close to the chow hall.

Warhammer 40,000? Deathwatch.

Yup, going to be drunk. Will do it tomorrow

XCOM Enemy Unknown Season 1: The Coming Storm

Typing a post now.