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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 13, 2007 4:07:25 GMT -5
helo gaurds men this is your first day on tour da fource wid the gaurd you will be put up aginst semaingley unstopable odd's but with a stead fast fait and trust in the emperor you will survive now plz PM me you profiles using this format.
Forum name: RP name: charecter background: desierd battlefield equipment: and a desierd rank:
okay Iam not telling any one what the enemy we will be fighting is atm okay so you can pick '2' primary weapons this could be for instance a hellgun and a plama gun and '1' side arm or CQC weapon this can be a power sword or other weapon if desierd but no force weapons unless your charecter is a psycher
okay lol awsome we have are first applicant hopefully there will be a few more iam hoping to get all of those privlaged to this link to join this any way here are the profiles (when and if they sign up) of and slight change to profiles no need for stats sry lol dont even ask okay was typing in a hurry when i made this layout LMAO so see yall soon lol.
rules 1:- one post per player after my post (so then we keep every one at the same area of the story) however charecter convo posts are allowed just keep them to a min and rember to state clearley who your talking to. okay 2:- if you have any ideas for the story line post them to either my self, tward OR cadien117 3:- NO GODMODDING so you will only state you have fierd at something not that you have killed something okay I know this sounds harsh but it is a nescity iam afried to keep story lines on trak okay. (any questions on these rules ask me) Head profile:-
Forum name:- lordcastellenjon RP name: commisar- captin. Jon critchley charecter background: has been tasked to investigate incresing disturbing behavure on the plant hexor8 a heavy hive manufactorium plantet that has resentley begun suffering from civle unrest. is in command of a gaurd regiment that has been tasked to garrision the world should it be touched by the warp. carrer history:- CLASSIFIED WARMASTER ONLY EYE ONLY..... COMISSERATE OVERRIDE DENIDE>>>> battlefield equipment:- Primary weapon 1:- boltor combie plasma gun Primary weapon 2:- hellgun sidearms:- bolt pistol + power sword. Rank:- commisar captin. (leading rank on hexor8)
1:- Forum name: Trooper RP name: "Arcangel" charecter background: Well trained eyes, expertise in judging trajectories, preferred use of grenades over guns, loves explosions desierd battlefield equipment: Primary weapon1: Grenade launcher. primary weapon2: "Guy with Grenades" - arcangel is the guy who supplies most of the squads frag/krak grenades. Side Arm weapon: Auto pistol rank: Private first class
2:- Forum name: knight RP name: Aki "Static" Firunjasson
character background: electronics expert and trained vox-caster, has served in several battles already and manged to stay alive and unaugmented until now. prefers a shotgun as main weapon. his preferred sidearm is an old autopistol. he normally operates the squads technical equipment and meltabombs desierd battlefield equipment:
Primary Weapon: Shotgun SideArm: Autopistol
Other Equipment: Frag grenades, meltabombs, combat knife, vox, scanner Desired Rank: Corporal
3:- Forum name:Cadian117 RP name:Falcon Horce
Character Background:Attended Basic Training and Earned Marksmanship Badge, survived multible combats wiht tyranids and orks.
Desired equipment: Primary: Auto Rifle and lasgun. Sidearm:AutoPistol(possibly blackmarket) CCW:Machete Extra: Frag grenades and ammo for specail wpn(depending on squads spcl wpn)
Rank;Lance Corporal
4:- Forum Name: Rolling Thunder RP name: Kamenev Drang
Background: Psychopathic Mercanery. Has served in numerous fields of combat, most recently against the Night Lords renegade marines. The culmination of his experience has left him considerably unhinged, and given to the unfortunate tendancy to headbutt opponents. (Has recently killed a chaos lietenant in this manner). ls possesed of enormous physical size and strength, fiendish cunning and the unfortunate tendancy to do as he likes. Dosen't like the Ecceleishry.
Desired kit: Primary:autogun/heavy stubber Secodnary: meltagun sidearm: a large maul/ mace (possibly powered later on)
5:- KIA discontinued Forum name: Colonel Commissar Azalar RP name: Colonel Commissar Nikzilla Azalar
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Forum name:twerd RP name: Lighting
charecter background: A native on the world of Krulev, lighting was to be the first in an exirepment to create a better space marine using 3 different gene seeds however the expirement failed and lighting has suffered many sideefects the red thrist and spontanous psykic power reading. desierd battlefield equipment:
desierd rank: staff sargent weapons: storm bolter + :plasma gun side arm: laspistol
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2007 5:19:42 GMT -5
Hey nice one castellan john, PM-ing you right now
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 14, 2007 13:27:06 GMT -5
Count me in. just sent my pm ;D
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 14, 2007 22:17:26 GMT -5
Im In sent a PM!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2007 6:15:48 GMT -5
nice one knight, love his name!!
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 15, 2007 8:25:18 GMT -5
awsome now we are geting some where one more person and I unvale my profile
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 15, 2007 10:06:58 GMT -5
Kick that damned plasmagun from me. I had my reasons why I only took one primary weapon. I have around 10kg (20lbs) of a vox to carry around on my back. So with shotgun, autopistol, spare ammo, knife, water canteen, 1 meltabomb, 3 or 4 frag grenades, and the scanner I have to carry around about 25-30kg (50-60lbs) and I haven't inclued the standard issue armour, yet. That will be another 5kg (10lbs). And I think its a bad idea to risk the vox-casters health with giving him too much equipment and having him fire a plasma gun...
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 15, 2007 15:38:28 GMT -5
okay from here on RP starts rember the ruls and enjoy your selfs lets have some fun this is the final none RP post now
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 15, 2007 16:13:07 GMT -5
It was a blasted plnet with a population that numberd well into the billons........ accountable for up to 10% of the segmentium tempest's weapons and carapace armour for the gaurd ..... how ever production was slipping reported missing peoples fiels stacking higher each day. low hab comunities completley disapering. this was beyound coincadences. the impirium acts behind 2 regiments of pro hive fighters and gives the investigation taske to a young curagiouse captin commisar critchley tasking him to find the caus of the problem and exsact imperial justices as he seen fit.
the stage was set.... the pices were ready and for a few gaurds men they would unvaile a secret that had lay dorment under Hexor8's sands for 15000 years........ into hell so it begins
Captin commisar critchley was sitting at the front of the grand briefing hall onboard the Emperors arms emperor class battle ship, he had sent for the 5 troopers to see him there a young comisar like himself who was promoted along side the leganderay Gaunt Colonel Commissar Nikzilla Azalar, a mercinary he had requested sell him his service in return for his aid of his Heavy weapons skill Kamenev Drang, A youthfully marksmen with the emperors marksmens badge Falcon Horce, a vox wiz and vetren of combat Aki "Static" Firunjasson and finaly a hot head with a love for blasting stuff with granades only known as "Arcangel". the captin comisar stood lousley at the front of the hall cheaking his chrono keeper. "they should be here any minit now" his voice was harsh suiting the subtel soft features of his face as he stared at the door dark percing eye's clear as a crystel see waiting for the 5 troopers to arrive.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 15, 2007 18:22:24 GMT -5
As Falcon walked down the hallway toward the grand breifing hall many questions raced through his mind;What was he wanted for? What was the secrecy about? What should he expect? He subconciously padded his hair down and made sure his uniform was in good shape,as he walked into the hall.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2007 21:17:44 GMT -5
"Ah crap, i'm late as hell, Emeperor forgive me!"
Arcangel finally buttoned up his uniformed as he hurriedly exited his chambers, he turned the corner into the corridor that lead to the meting hall, thank the emperor he wasn't stationed too far away. Arcangel saw in the distance another figure, another well dressed guy, pading his hair neatly. "Who is this guy?" "Are there any more?"
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 15, 2007 22:17:07 GMT -5
Falcon open the great doors to the breifing chamber. "Lance Corporal Falcon Horce reporting for duty sir!"
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 16, 2007 2:55:40 GMT -5
I gesture for Falcon to take a seat in the front row. inviting you to sit down. "take a seat trooper as soon as the other's get here we will begin the briefing"
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 16, 2007 5:05:16 GMT -5
Colonel Commissar Nikzilla Azalar strode into the room with his Storm Coat sweeping behind him, slamming the doors open with such ferocity he was sure he had ripped them off thier hinges.
"You asked to see me Captain-Commissar?" He spoke breifly in low gothic.
He noticed the one refered to as "Falcon" Sitting down in a chair, and he was sure he saw Arcangel somewhere in the corridors.
Without being invited to sit down, Colonel-Commissar Azalar took a seat upon the 3rd row up of the breifing chamber, and placed his feet upon the chair in front of him.
"So why are we here?" He spoke again in Low Gothic.
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 16, 2007 10:01:23 GMT -5
Kamenev Drang stalked down the hallway, long greatcoat billowing out behind him. he watched as the commissar colonel slammed the door back with a ferocity that suprised him. Commissars were usually such calm, collected individuals, well, untill they put a bolt round in the back of your neck anyhow.
He strode through the doors, a impressively menacing figure in the low light. The only two discordant notes in this orchestra of cunning, calculated ruthlessness was the ;ack of the customary set of weaponery, without which he felt absolutely naked, and the fact he had to duck under the doorframe to avoid banging his head on it.
Sitting in the shadows at the top left of the briefing table, he looked around. He stifled a chuckle as the odd commissar put his booted feet on one of the unoccupied chairs in the breifing room. Emporer willing, he would have killed for a commissar like this in his old unit. Drang choked back the desire to laugh again at the bitter irony of this, after all, he had killed the commissar. But that was history, and all of the leftovers of Force Loki were dispersed or dead. He looked up at the infamous Captain-commissar Critchley, resplendant in full dress uniform, and generous reserved judgement on him.
All he did was sit still, still as the infamous preadotory tyranids he had hunted, stiller than the rockcrete foundations of this building, his only action being to remove a cigar from the insides of his greatcoat and light it, the matchead flaring in the darkness and dying the next second as the cigar caught light.....
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2007 10:27:41 GMT -5
"Damn, finally made it"
The words arcangel spoke seemed louder than expected as he walked past the great doors into the meeting room. There his eyes widended to the sight of such high ranking officers, it was obvious, commissars none the less, their dark black, yet shiny coats. As he walked past them towards the end of the table, arcangel glanced at their badges. A Colonel Commissar, with his feet up on the table, Captain-commissar Critchley standing at the far end, A lance corporal and....damn, too late, his eyes wondered to the cigar that was being lit, the flare of the burning flame put him off. There was no time to chat, and immediately sat himself down next to him
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Post by lordcastellenjon on Oct 16, 2007 13:10:30 GMT -5
I stand up removing my intimadatingley long storm coat reviling a simple black vest that showed a pair of hugeley musciled arms all scared but upon further inspection the scars shown the writing of the prayer of 'the emperors benovolent wisdom'. each of the captin comisars huge arms were clad in the burned on pryer that was now binded into his very fleash.
He stood up looking from each of the troops in turn "we now only wait for the young trooper....." he pused as he consulted a data slate infront of him "'static! he still has some time oh and colnol I would prefer it if you did not slam the doors next time your roll is to inspire troops not scare the soule out of them......... inspiering herorisum and a sense that they are valued by the high emperor himself is a far more efficent method of insparation." Critchley walked to azlar the look of a angry caged tiger in his eye as he glared at the aragont commisar siting below him as he growled at him surpressed anger and power driping from his attitude"insted of fear from a bolt to the forehead. consider your self under my comand you shall not commit any sumery exacutions from hence forth whilst your under my watch... understad..... " he stood up removing his cap now he was wearing no rank pins at all "I want you all to remove rank pins and the like...... in this room at the mowment we are all men no one a commisar no one above the man next to them becouse of a strip or pip..... we're all equles for this mowment we merly wait for trooper static to arrive and we can begin the brifeing and I will tell you the meaning of this meating" he looked at azlar he reacked of the standerd commisar that would shoot a gaurd for just pointing to a enemy on there flank.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 16, 2007 13:47:32 GMT -5
The Colonel Commissar looked at the Captain Commissar as if he had just refered to his mother has Chaos Filth.
"I will not remove my Cap Badge, as that is the devetion to the Emperor, may his light guide us, but I will remove my Rank Pins" He said, as he removed them from his Collar.
He looked over at the Mercenary smoking a Cigar.
"If he can smoke, so can I" he said, removinga Liqurioce Cigar he had won off a Tanith Colonel, Corbec he though.
"got a spare match" he yelled across the room to the Merc in the corner
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 16, 2007 16:48:33 GMT -5
Falcon hastily looked about as the Cpt.Commissar and Col.Commissar battled with words. All the while wondering if it was an act of treason to remove his Rank pins? As he looked at all the men in the room he started to feel important, almost like he was actually needed for something big, instead of fighting some rebellion or being cannon fodder for some Col. behind lines somewhere..........
Falcon hands the Col. Comissar a Lighter. " Heres mine Sir!"
Edit: I modified the post because I want my character to act slightly differently.
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Post by knight (M.I.A) on Oct 16, 2007 16:54:01 GMT -5
"Damn, I'm late again!" Aki muttered to himself while running through the corridors. "This time it could end really ugly. I wonder what a Captain-Commissar wants me to do..."
After turning around the next corner he would finally reach the briefing hall. When he ran around the corner he suddenly bumped into someone. "What in the name of the Emperor?!" he cursed. "Oh I'm sorry Ma'am I didn't notice you. I'm a bit in a hurry." He said to the female navy lieutenant while giving a sloppy salute and offering his hand to help her up again. "I'm really, really sorry, but I have to leave now its really urgent. So if you have any complaints my rank and name are Corporal Aki Firunjasson, Regarian Special Forces." Saying this and giving another sloppy salute he continued to the briefing hall.
Finally he reached the room. The doors swang silently open before slamming back into the lock. "Corporal Firunjasson reporting, Sir. I'm sorry that I'm a bit late, but I just had a little run in with a Navy officer" he said while saluting to the Captain Commissar. Before he finally went to sitting down he fetched a cup of caffeine from a tray on a nearby table, in the hope that the caffeine would help him to get the sleepyness out of his bones. Sleeping in when summoned to a meeting was bad, but looking like he just fell out of the bed was even worse. When he finally wanted to sit down he noticed a man in the uniform of a Colonel-Commissar also sitting among the others. Aki gave another quick salute before finally taking his seat.
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 16, 2007 17:05:28 GMT -5
" So what is this all about sir?" Falcon says as he shuffles back through the crowd of soldiers and back to his seat.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2007 22:53:18 GMT -5
arcangel sat bolt right up on his seat, knowing that this was the time to be firm and ready, who knows what task lies before us, and with such honour to be alongside commissars and colonels alike. but arcangel, a mere private, private first class to be corrected, what use amongst such officials was to be given by me. The next few minutes will reveal what is to happen to us
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Post by Cadian 117 on Oct 16, 2007 23:07:34 GMT -5
Falcon, realizing that he was not the only low rank in the room decided to follow suit with the Private First Class,and quickkly shut his mouth and begged forgiviness for his outburst. "Sorry sir I didnt mean to- uh sorry sir."
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Post by Rolling Thunder on Oct 17, 2007 10:56:33 GMT -5
' I agree' said Drang ' I think its about time you told us exactly whats going on here 'Cap.' He addressed Critchley. ' What exactly are we facing anyway? And don't give me any crap, I know you've got the damn clearance' he finished with a calm stare. ' You don't pull together all this flak, officers and specialists for some damn backwater-gate insurgency, and i know you don't fork out entire treasuries to guys like me unless its gonna be something big. So what are we up against? Theres no Tau for a few million light-years, I don't think there's any bugs either, the orks are pretty quiet around this misshappen dump, and as far as I remember thre's nowhere any sizeable force of renegades could be lurking.'
At the mention of the dreaded chaos marines, several of the officers and men around the table suppressed involutary shudders.
'Care to tell us any more?' Drang enquired.
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Post by Colonel Grammissar Azalar on Oct 17, 2007 11:37:01 GMT -5
Colonel Commissar reached to the side and used the light offered to him by Falc.
He light the Cigar, and took a drag, before blowing the smoke out, savouring the liqourice.
"I agree with Drang there Captain Commissar, Why are we here? Chaos attack? Tau Rampge? Orks on the lose again?" The Colonel Commissar said, listing off a load of possiblities.
He looked at Aki as he entered, seeing him flushed and bothered.
"Damn Amatures" he thought quitley to himself.
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