Only War: Warhammer 40,000 RP (OOC/Open)

[North Calaveras]

Hes not stupid, he won't reveal himself unless odds are in his favor

oh btw, can my charecter still receive little blessings from the gods? Idk, can the gods talk to him(voices in his head), is that allowed?

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

The apprentice commissar amuses me. I shall call her mini-commissar.

[Gideus]

Hes not stupid, he won't reveal himself unless odds are in his favor

oh btw, can my charecter still receive little blessings from the gods? Idk, can the gods talk to him(voices in his head), is that allowed?

Voices in your head? Blessings?

I will not go on a pro-Empire rant this time.

First, you never receive a blessing from a Chaos God unless you are very high up(think Abaddon high). You receive gifts from daemons whom serve a god. Voices in his head, probably just daemons and random things in the Warp.

[Gideus]

The apprentice commissar amuses me. I shall call her mini-commissar.

+5 internets

[Legital]

Hes not stupid, he won't reveal himself unless odds are in his favor

oh btw, can my charecter still receive little blessings from the gods? Idk, can the gods talk to him(voices in his head), is that allowed?

Uh, well. I guess he can hear things and stuff in his head, but nothing really huge.

[North Calaveras]

Hes not stupid, he won't reveal himself unless odds are in his favor

oh btw, can my charecter still receive little blessings from the gods? Idk, can the gods talk to him(voices in his head), is that allowed?

Voices in your head? Blessings?

I will not go on a pro-Empire rant this time.

First, you never receive a blessing from a Chaos God unless you are very high up(think Abaddon high). You receive gifts from daemons whom serve a god. Voices in his head, probably just daemons and random things in the Warp.

So voices of daemons and...that's it for now i guess, dosn't his kills gain him some more mojo even if he is serving the imperium?

[North Calaveras]

Hes not stupid, he won't reveal himself unless odds are in his favor

oh btw, can my charecter still receive little blessings from the gods? Idk, can the gods talk to him(voices in his head), is that allowed?

Uh, well. I guess he can hear things and stuff in his head, but nothing really huge.

Yeah, no prob, i dont want to god mod

[Legital]

The apprentice commissar amuses me. I shall call her mini-commissar.

+5 internets

Nothing mini about her, she is six foot five. Two inches taller than Hess, and taller than most people here. Not to mention she seems pretty feisty.

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

+5 internets

Nothing mini about her, she is six foot five. Two inches taller than Hess, and taller than most people here. Not to mention she seems pretty feisty.

Catachan Devils tend to be around the six foot mark tops.

They are also the most feared jungle warfare unit in the Imperial Guard.

Height is not everything. I still shall call her mini-commissar. Why? Because she isn't a full commissar and no matter how good a fighter she thinks she is, if it comes to close combat my money is on Silva.

[Legital]

Nothing mini about her, she is six foot five. Two inches taller than Hess, and taller than most people here. Not to mention she seems pretty feisty.

Catachan Devils tend to be around the six foot mark tops.

They are also the most feared jungle warfare unit in the Imperial Guard.

Height is not everything. I still shall call her mini-commissar. Why? Because she isn't a full commissar and no matter how good a fighter she thinks she is, if it comes to close combat my money is on Silva.

Pretty confident, eh? I saw we bar off part of the bunk room and hold a fighting ring. In the name of the Emperor, of course.

[North Calaveras]

Catachan Devils tend to be around the six foot mark tops.

They are also the most feared jungle warfare unit in the Imperial Guard.

Height is not everything. I still shall call her mini-commissar. Why? Because she isn't a full commissar and no matter how good a fighter she thinks she is, if it comes to close combat my money is on Silva.

Pretty confident, eh? I saw we bar off part of the bunk room and hold a fighting ring. In the name of the Emperor, of course.

Can they allow that?...

[Gideus]

Pretty confident, eh? I saw we bar off part of the bunk room and hold a fighting ring. In the name of the Emperor, of course.

Can they allow that?...

The Colonel-Commissar can allow anything

[Legital]

Can they allow that?...

The Colonel-Commissar can allow anything

Colonel-Commissar does what Colonel-Commissar wants.

[North Calaveras]

im down for some...combat training

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

Armed or unarmed?

Cuz Armed CQB I'm leery of the chainsword. Unarmed.... Far less so.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Pretty confident, eh? I saw we bar off part of the bunk room and hold a fighting ring. In the name of the Emperor, of course.

Money on Damas winning that.

[Legital]

Pretty confident, eh? I saw we bar off part of the bunk room and hold a fighting ring. In the name of the Emperor, of course.

Money on Damas winning that.

Yeah, I don't think too many people would get too close to him.

And I realized I said 'saw' instead of 'say'

[Jormengand]

God, y u so mean to Kora?

[Legital]

God, y u so mean to Kora?

She sorta had an accidental firearm discharge inside of a ship in a small bunk room with multiple people around that could have easily killed someone. Stuff like that should not happen. But she is not going to get executed or something if that is what you think.

[Jormengand]

God, y u so mean to Kora?

She sorta had an accidental firearm discharge inside of a ship in a small bunk room with multiple people around that could have easily killed someone. Stuff like that should not happen. But she is not going to get executed or something if that is what you think.

Stupid Avian lasguns, y u no have safety catch!

[Goldsaver]

Application:

Name: Madison Tono (Disguised as) Gratia Ason (Real name)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Height and weight: 5'8, 150
Appearance (Pictures are encouraged): Short dark hair, medium build. The Mark of Tzeentch is on her ankle, but it is usually invisible, fading away so she can walk among her enemies without any suspicion; only an individual as tainted in Chaos as her could spot the mark.
Experience (Service time and past regiment if applicable): Served for nine years as a Storm-trooper.
Position (Trooper, medic, etc.): Storm Trooper; Squad Leader
Equipment kit (Weapon, armor, apparel, etc.): Hellgun; Carapace Armor; Combat Knife; Crystal necklace
Medical Conditions (Injuries, mental status, etc.): Mild Chaos Taint; slight signs of the various mental disorders that go along with being a Tzeentchian. A light scar across her face from a slashing wound.
Biography and Personality: Born in the Underhive of a hive world, she grew up in a place void of anything positive. She was impressively intelligent, and had the fire in her needed to survive the Underhive. She grew up learning how to fight, and knowing nothing of love or loyalty. She did what she had to do in order to survive, and sometimes truly awful things were required. Due to her natural affinity at tactics and planning, and her incredibly persuasive charisma, she managed to take over a local gang at the age of 18.
It was then she turned to Tzeentch. Not satisfied with running a small street gang on the underbelly of a Hive World, her ambition brewed and grew in her mind, and she had hope that she could, in some way, improve the lives of the people in her hive, and make the rich, who oppressed them from above in the upper hive, pay. The Architect of Fate detected the massive ambition in the young woman, and offered her a 'gift': Greatly enhanced intellect and a way to accomplish her grand ambitions, in exchange for eternal service to the Changer of Ways. Believing this to be a way to give her power- and change the lives of those around her for the better- she accepted. Her mind, now bubbling with massively enhanced intelligence, quickly hatched the first conspiracy the woman would make. The other gangs quickly fell at her feet, forced under her reign, and the Underhive was united under her rule. But this was not enough for her. She wanted to leave the Hive World behind, and she was hit from a mission from her patron: infiltrate the Imperial Guard, as something more than a mere guardswoman. Tzeentch granted her another gift: the ability to exert light influence over those who make eye contact with her, in a way that no one would notice. The Changer of Ways also blessed her necklace, a necessary tool for the plan, to allow her to absorb the soul of an individual. She then hatched a plan; her gangs launched an attack on the main hive, one of the gang members destroyed the Planetary Defense Force's armory in one of Gratia's ploys, and the gangs slaughtered through the light guard presence on the Hive. According to plan, a Shock Trooper regiment was sent to suppress the uprising. The Shock Troopers shot down the gangs with little trouble, but Gratia managed to corner one of the troopers. Killing her, Gratia was mutated until she took on the exact appearance of the Shock Trooper, her memories and skills funneled into her mind as she absorbed the trooper's soul. Gratia- now disguised as Shock Trooper Madison Tono- managed to join the regiment with little trouble, serving for over nine years, waiting for her patron to give her the sign that it is time for her to move to the next phase of the plan.

Gratia is very good at hiding the turmoil in her mind, giving the appearance of an utterly stoic Shock Trooper. She is extremely cold and calculating, caring for others somewhat but willing to harm anyone in the name of her various plots. She is incredibly ambitious, always seeking to advance her position. She is willing to do just about anything to accomplish her plans, and has only three rules she abides by: Nothing with Slavery, Nothing with Rape, Kill anyone who does the last two. Originally seeing her patron as just a way to advance her own ambitions, she has become obsessed with change and chaos as their own end, to the point where she tends to forget her own personal goals and simply work to cause chaos with her plans. She is utterly dedicated to Tzeentch, hates all three other Gods (though she views Khornates as sometimes useful tools), despises the tyranny and stagnant lack of change that exists in the Imperium, and generally treats the people around her like pawns (though she does come to favor some of her pawns). She is ambitious, motivated, and utterly remorseless.

RP Example(Just a link to a RP you have been in): I know you silleh( ZOE, last WH40k RP, etc.)

[Legital]

Application:

Name: Madison Tono (Disguised as) Gratia Ason (Real name)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Height and weight: 5'8, 150
Appearance (Pictures are encouraged): Short dark hair, medium build. The Mark of Tzeentch is on her ankle, but it is usually invisible, fading away so she can walk among her enemies without any suspicion; only an individual as tainted in Chaos as her could spot the mark.
Experience (Service time and past regiment if applicable): Served for nine years as a Storm-trooper.
Position (Trooper, medic, etc.): Storm Trooper; Squad Leader
Equipment kit (Weapon, armor, apparel, etc.): Hellgun; Carapace Armor; Combat Knife; Crystal necklace
Medical Conditions (Injuries, mental status, etc.): Mild Chaos Taint; slight signs of the various mental disorders that go along with being a Tzeentchian. A light scar across her face from a slashing wound.
Biography and Personality: Born in the Underhive of a hive world, she grew up in a place void of anything positive. She was impressively intelligent, and had the fire in her needed to survive the Underhive. She grew up learning how to fight, and knowing nothing of love or loyalty. She did what she had to do in order to survive, and sometimes truly awful things were required. Due to her natural affinity at tactics and planning, and her incredibly persuasive charisma, she managed to take over a local gang at the age of 18.
It was then she turned to Tzeentch. Not satisfied with running a small street gang on the underbelly of a Hive World, her ambition brewed and grew in her mind, and she had hope that she could, in some way, improve the lives of the people in her hive, and make the rich, who oppressed them from above in the upper hive, pay. The Architect of Fate detected the massive ambition in the young woman, and offered her a 'gift': Greatly enhanced intellect and a way to accomplish her grand ambitions, in exchange for eternal service to the Changer of Ways. Believing this to be a way to give her power- and change the lives of those around her for the better- she accepted. Her mind, now bubbling with massively enhanced intelligence, quickly hatched the first conspiracy the woman would make. The other gangs quickly fell at her feet, forced under her reign, and the Underhive was united under her rule. But this was not enough for her. She wanted to leave the Hive World behind, and she was hit from a mission from her patron: infiltrate the Imperial Guard, as something more than a mere guardswoman. Tzeentch granted her another gift: the ability to exert light influence over those who make eye contact with her, in a way that no one would notice. The Changer of Ways also blessed her necklace, a necessary tool for the plan, to allow her to absorb the soul of an individual. She then hatched a plan; her gangs launched an attack on the main hive, one of the gang members destroyed the Planetary Defense Force's armory in one of Gratia's ploys, and the gangs slaughtered through the light guard presence on the Hive. According to plan, a Shock Trooper regiment was sent to suppress the uprising. The Shock Troopers shot down the gangs with little trouble, but Gratia managed to corner one of the troopers. Killing her, Gratia was mutated until she took on the exact appearance of the Shock Trooper, her memories and skills funneled into her mind as she absorbed the trooper's soul. Gratia- now disguised as Shock Trooper Madison Tono- managed to join the regiment with little trouble, serving for over nine years, waiting for her patron to give her the sign that it is time for her to move to the next phase of the plan.

Gratia is very good at hiding the turmoil in her mind, giving the appearance of an utterly stoic Shock Trooper. She is extremely cold and calculating, caring for others somewhat but willing to harm anyone in the name of her various plots. She is incredibly ambitious, always seeking to advance her position. She is willing to do just about anything to accomplish her plans, and has only three rules she abides by: Nothing with Slavery, Nothing with Rape, Kill anyone who does the last two. Originally seeing her patron as just a way to advance her own ambitions, she has become obsessed with change and chaos as their own end, to the point where she tends to forget her own personal goals and simply work to cause chaos with her plans. She is utterly dedicated to Tzeentch, hates all three other Gods (though she views Khornates as sometimes useful tools), despises the tyranny and stagnant lack of change that exists in the Imperium, and generally treats the people around her like pawns (though she does come to favor some of her pawns). She is ambitious, motivated, and utterly remorseless.

RP Example(Just a link to a RP you have been in): I know you silleh( ZOE, last WH40k RP, etc.)

Accepted. Although the 'controlling' people thing would only work with some of the weaker willed I would assume.

Other than that, welcome aboard Gold.

[Nyr Hrafn-Heim]

Application:
Name:Vrahon Murik
Age:43
Gender:Male
Height and weight:6’1 222 lbs
Appearance (Pictures are encouraged): http://wallpaperscraft.com/image/call_o ... review.jpg
Experience (Service time and past regiment if applicable): Enrolled with the Schola Progenium at thirteen. Served his entire life up until he was transferred over to the Victors.
Position (Trooper, medic, etc.): Regular foot soldier.
Equipment kit (Weapon, armor, apparel, etc.): Standard Stormtrooper armor
Hellgun
Chainsword
Combat knife
Canteen
Silver Aquila necklace
Small Crimson regimental flag that he keeps stuffed behind chest piece
Medical Conditions (Injuries, mental status, etc.): He lost half of his left arm, and it is now mechanical. Multiple scarring along body. Stab wound in his torso from contact with Eldar.
Vrahon is also an Omicron Psyker. He has no idea he is, and no one suspects it. He is just seemingly ‘luckier’ than normal.
Biography and Personality: Vrahon was born on a Hive World.. His family was relatively more wealthier than the next, but they still had to work hard. Especially since his parents were in the Imperial Guard. And because of that, Vrahon never saw his parents often. Instead, he stuck around the under hive, getting in trouble and running with the ’tough’ kids. One night as he sulked home late, two men he did not know were waiting for him. They simply told him his parents were dead, and he was being offered a chance to come with them to the Schola Progenium. He did not understand, and tried to run from the men. Apparently, they were not asking. He fought back, naturally, and was dragged with them.
He was only thirteen at this time, as was still a pretty big boy. He was given choices of where he could go, and a Stormtrooper was what he went with. The training was harsh and brutal, but so was he. He made it through, making quite a few enemies, and was assigned to an already created Stormtrooper regiment. The veterans treated him roughly, but he pushed through it, and eventually showed them up. He quickly had a status of ’a lucky bastard who loves killing everything that moves’, but he always had a softer, unknown side.
In the middle of his career, he was found combating Eldar. He survived two close quarters engagements with the dangerous Howling Banshees, but his luck seemed to run out when he was caught by a third one. She slashed his arm off at the elbow, and she went in with the killing move; a stab to the abdomen. The pain washed Vrahon into unconsciousness, but miraculously he survived. Appearing dead to the Banshee, she moved on to continue her extermination of the rest of Vrahons platoon.
Hours later, Vrahon awoke. It was night out, and at first he thought he was dead. But slowly looking around, he noticed bodies littering the surrounding area. He was alive. The stab to the abdomen was non-fatal, but he would soon die as he was already low on blood. He tried to move, but the pain sent him back into a state of unconsciousness. He then awoke to a medical tent, surrounded by doctors. Somehow, he was found, and saved. He thanked the God-Emperor for hours, and allowed himself this break from combat.
Once he was better, he received a mechanical arm. He continued to serve with other Stormtrooper regiments, and was eventually transferred to the Victors.
Vrahon is tough and cold on the outside, but is not always that way.
RP Example(Just a link to a RP you have been in): You know me.

[Gideus]

Oh, I forgot to mention the color of Mallus's armor/outfit. His armor is Death Korps color scheme - dark greys and blues, his clothing military green on the shirt and black for the pants. He doesn't wear the massive overcoats or gas masks of the Death Korps.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Goldsaver, Gratia's bunk should be the one directly next to Damas's. It'd be fun to see how she reacts to the constant, horrible odor and whatnot that he emits.