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Post by Admin on May 8, 2013 2:45:42 GMT -5
Characters specifically for the Quantus Corruption rp
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Infernatos
Nameless scum
Our lives for humanity
Posts: 23
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Post by Infernatos on May 12, 2013 5:29:03 GMT -5
Name: Uzgrot Snikfang Titles: Head Honcho. Age: 9 ( as far as i know this makes him the oldest grot in existence ) Physical Attributes: little bigger than an average grot in all senses, making him actually useful. Has many scars on his ear and one which goes across his face, narrowly missing both eyes. ( luckily a painboys orderly had bothered to figure out how to save people) Place of Origin: Skid Row, Gorkamorka Organization/Affiliation: Da Kommitte Personality: Most likely insane, has no fear of Orks or marines, sneaky and keeps quiet Weapon/tool of choice: Pistol and combat knife, also uses a blunderbuss named "Boris" Goals (if any): To gain equal Rights on Gorkamorka for his Grot brothers , To lead Da revolushun A RP sample of the character: Uzgrot thought to himself while he followed his target " whyz'it me oo's gotta get off planet and unt all dem bloody orks? it'd be far bloody eesier if it wis on Me own Planet." Uzgrot jumped and brought his surprisingly large knife down into the target's skull. " Yup, thas a nob alright.." Uzgrot went about looting the body of the ork and found a number of different items. Luckily this Nob had enough ammo to keep him stocked for a month unless everything went sour.. ( ooc: hopefully i done okay here as it's my first time writing xenos, and i probably won't get this one killed off .. yet.) Edit: for those who aren't sure what the hell Da Kommitte is here's the page for it wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Gretchin_Revolutionary_Committee#.UY9yScrSnER |
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gazzz477
Acolyte
We make war, so that we may live in peace
Posts: 77
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Post by gazzz477 on May 16, 2013 13:40:26 GMT -5
Name: Captain Attercoppe (formally Faramer)
Titles: High lord of Crynoble, Master of the Fleet, Lord of the eight.
Age: 105 standard age, but random effects of warp have left his age unknown
Physical Attributes: Facial attributes – Numerous scars from combat covering a formally lean face. What remaining hair he has, is now white/grey from his affliction to the warp- this is the only known effect shown by the former captain.
Armour – Mark VI Aquilla armour, modified colour scheme from his former company (Grey with silver trim), adorn with chainmail, a brown cloak as well as numerous sections of brass armour.
Helmet – Rendition of a traditional knight helm from ancient Terra, composed of looted helmets of slain chaos lords.
Place of Origin: Prika hive, Crynoble
Organization/Affiliation: Vermillion Raptors [formally] 5th company Poison Fangs, Chaos undivided [to an extent, The Emperor]
Personality: Despite turning to chaos, Attercoppe remains (in his own way) loyal to the Imperial Creed. Often supplying unlooked for aid to imperial forces without revealing themselves. He remains hidden as to protect his squad of fellow traitors of 5th company (as well as soul survivors), from the purge of their company by their former brothers in the 6th.
Weapon/tool of choice: relic power sword 'Absolution' and relic bolter 'Requiem'
Goals: To seek redemption for his crimes, and absolution for his disgraced company. However he is often forced into combat by his superior and left to protect the fallen chaplain attached to his raiding party.
A RP sample of the character:
Tyranids. They were what started this entire mess. Tyranids.
All was fine until their sudden appearance in the Aurora subsector, a practically unknown area of the Imperium. They arrived in force. It was not long until the 7th and 8th planets were nothing but husks of their former beauty. The attention of their hunger was directed to the 6th planet, Crynoble.
“Open fire!”
it was a loosing battle.
“Get that predator working!”
It was seen as a delaying tactic.
“MAN DOWN!”
To buy time for Aurora to build up it's defences.
“Squad Extor is being over run..NO NO NAHH!”
It's a pity they did not heed the warning.
“Captain, we are being over run, Squads Extor and Atlas are K.I.A, we have lost contact with devastator squad Ajax as well as Thunderhawk 'Warhawk'...we are on our own sir” reported direly the leading librarian of the company, Kazan the wise. The captain looked to his most trusted lieutenant for his view;
“What do you think Artek? Do we stand and fight, or call for assistance that could be used to defend the homeworld?” Although Kazan was Artek's elder, as well as the captain's, Artek was seen as the wisest in the terms of tactics.
“We must hold our ground milord. At least until the 6th arrive as promised.” The 6th company were their most trusted allies in the chapter. However some had lost faith in their brothers;
“Ehrenhaft will be met by nothing but our corpses if the xenos do not deprive them of the sight!“ roared Bruticus, the least gentle of the command squad, his thunder claws arced with energy as he scraped them together.
“Easy my brother, Ehernhaft has never failed us before. Remeber all that we have done as brothers“ calmly stated Artek's blood brother, Alenk the brave, he was always loyal to his brothers above all else.
“Captain, we have lost contact with all squads!“ cried the captain's own blood brother and apothacary, Brother Atten. The sheer panic clearly coming through as he knew how they would end. The final member of the command squad was the librarian's protege, Kralob. He was busy attempting to send a pshycic message to Thekar, Ehernhaft's cheif librarian...but to no avail.
The captain was about to give the order for a planet-wide orbital blast, purging the planet of the xenos at the cost of their lives...but a whisper came from behind him...a whisper in the foul tounge of the taint. Knowing they faced death or dishonor, Faramer did what he would soon regret for his entire life. He replied to the whisper, and within a second, the entire squad were plucked from their planet. They found themselves onboard a mysterious cruiser, facing a warrior in pitch black armor, bar his entire left arm, which was a battered silver. It's face was a grim and evil looking sku with glowing red eyes, a slightly glowing red eight pointed star of chaos was cut into it's temple. As well as a strange creature, it's twisted and morphed body ws covered in a flithy back cloak, what seemed a fog of evil hung around the pair.
“Welcome! To the truth my friends.“ the squad stood for a minute, unknown to their next action, the eerie silence was cut by the command squad's apothecary;
“Faramer, what are we to do?“ pleaded his brother. He looked up to his captain but saw something was different...his normally calm face was creased with worry and doubt.
“Join them...and from now on, call me Attercobbe...The Spider“ his voice seemed to radiate with pride..but inwardly he knew he had made the biggest mistake of his entire legacy.
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Pyromaniac
Acolyte
Nothing like a trail of blood to find your way back home
Posts: 51
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Post by Pyromaniac on Jun 8, 2013 13:57:24 GMT -5
I feel like making evil characters right now xD
Name: Servatius Luzi
Titles: Attack Dog
Age: 26
Physical Attributes: Tall and well muscled Servatius is an imposing figure. Notable features include a vicious scar running from his right eyebrow to the back of his skull, a jet black mohawk, and a variety of tribal tattoos running the length of his right arm.
Place of Origin: Unknown Death World
Organization/Affiliation: Unknown Pirate Organization
Personality: A cruel sociopath Servatius shows little to no remorse for his victims. While he does not seem to enjoy killing, he deals out death as easily as most men deal cards. All things told, everything you'd expect from the kind of man who trawls warzones enslaving refugees to be sold into hard lives of labor on distant Imperial worlds with... 'relaxed' views on 'serfdom'.
Weapon/tool of choice: M-40 Armageddon pattern Autogun, bolt pistol, and a combat knife.
Goals (if any): Money, money, money.
A RP sample of the character:
Servatius watched, a shot glass full of what passed for alcohol on this shit hole in hand, as the two restrained men in front of him slowly came to.
"Wakey, wakey," He said, crouching low in front of the two men. Even so they were still waking up too slowly for his taste. With a sigh he poked the one closest to him with the barrel of his bolt pistol. That woke him up faster.
There was a moment of shouting and threatening as the two men slowly realized exactly what was going on. He watched with a smile, vaguely amused at the threats the two gangers made before silencing them as he fired his bolt pistol in the air.
"Are you done?" He asked after a moment. Not a word from either of them. "Good." He said standing as he began to pace around them in circles.
"You know," He began. "I really do hate hive worlders like you. So fucking useless. No one's willing to pay a ransom for your sorry asses, and you can't work worth a damn..." He paused, spinning the bolt pistol around on his finger.
"Now the girl you were with, she's young... pretty... exotic even... I'm sure some noble somewhere will pay me a lot of money to go down on her. More to keep her. Mhm... she's worth a lot of money." He paused to crouch in front of the first man. "But you... and your asshole friend over there... well... you're not even worth the bullet."
The bolt pistol fired again before the ganger had a chance to respond. The second one started shouting again. Begging for his life as blood and bits of skull ran down his face.
"Hey!" Servatius shouted. "Hey! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! Do not cry! Do not beg. The choices you have made in life have brought you here."
He pressed the bolt pistol against the second man's head and drank the shot.
"Bang." Said Servatius.
Bang said the bolt pistol.
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