Ryoku
Anything But Ordinary
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'You can't see a shadow amongst shadows'
Posts: 241
Deadly Sin: Wrath
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Post by Ryoku on Jul 19, 2013 9:45:03 GMT
Okay so my two attempts at Warhammer 40k set army RP's have failed. I have discovered the universe is too big. So I'm going to try and run an imperial guard RP. Simply put you are a member of my regiment. I'll direct where the regiment goes, who they encounter and all that. All you people have to do is react to the events. As such expect timeskips, I'll give a warning. If anyone is interested please post your preferred character profile below. I need names, planet of origin, age, preferred rank and preferred specialization if any. Checkout the rp here; rpgmulitverse.proboards.com/thread/553/deathAnd please don't post till I approve a character
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Ryoku
Anything But Ordinary
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'You can't see a shadow amongst shadows'
Posts: 241
Deadly Sin: Wrath
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Post by Ryoku on Sept 3, 2013 8:29:28 GMT
NAME: Thomas Fitzgerald the 3rd PLANET: GUARD AGE: 26 RANK: heavy weapons PLANET: Kanak PERSONALITY: GUN CRAZY,likes to shoot things and kill things. a little crazy. maybe. For now at least. KILL EVERYTHING. SHOOT EVEYRTHIGN
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Ryoku
Anything But Ordinary
[A:0]
'You can't see a shadow amongst shadows'
Posts: 241
Deadly Sin: Wrath
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Post by Ryoku on Sept 3, 2013 8:45:56 GMT
and Playle: Rank and Full Name: Veteran Sergeant Baldur Gerhardsson Gender: Male Age: 39 Planet Of Origin: Valhalla Regiment Of Origin: Valhallan 353rd Ice Warriors Desired Rank: Sergeant of Squad/Combat Specialist Previous Rank: Veteran Sergeant Desired Equipment: Imperial Guard issue Power Fist, Shotgun, Flak Armour, Frag and Krak grenades Physical description: Husky and hardened, Baldur stands tall and beefy. With ursine like features and a grizzled ginger bushy beard stretching from ear to ear, Baldur sometimes looks more bestial than man. His face shows signs of stress, wrinkles which crease his features, and crow’s feet around his murky green eyes. His scarred lips hold back a mouth of shattered teeth, mostly yellow and black with the odd intact pearly white. Scraggy but short red hair falls to the base of his neck, patchy in parts due to the scenarios he finds himself in. His barrel chest is usually covered by Valhallan uniform, a thermally insulated greatcoat with flak armour beneath. Medals from various campaigns line his breast, but his uniform like his body have had time take their toll. Rips, tears and the like show this is a man who finds aesthetics to not be primary. For a relatively older guardsman, his arms still remain sinewy muscle with enough might to outmatch many other men in combat. Bio: Baldur lived the life of a typical Valhallan when he was younger, becoming enlisted in the Imperial Army with many of the boys from his generation. From there on within the Valhallan 353rd, life as a guardsman was typical and gruelling. It was at the age of 23, when Baldur and the 353rd were sent to combat one of the many Ork empires within the Maelstrom. Waaagh! Lotzadakka lived up to their name of being able to combat the Valhallans with a hail of gunfire. Under suppressing fire, Baldur used his initiative and grabbed one of the big choppas, charging over the top when many of the boyz had stopped to reload. His battle brothers reluctantly joined, his squad sergeant and squad commissar outraged by this display against holding the line. Chance on that day saved Baldur’s hide, as his reckless display with the great weapon proved enough to encourage his battle brothers. Whilst it wasn’t an imperial victory that day, and in fact the 353rd retreated after the battle, Baldur’s display secured him the position of Corporal. His first and only request upon his promotion was to be given some form of axe weapon as standard. Many years later, following similar successes in the field, Baldur received the position as squad sergeant. Leading many new recruits to their untimely deaths, Baldur was under extreme watch by those above him. His methods were rash and reckless, paying off for him with his axe but maybe not for those who followed him with bayonets. At some point, he decided to trade in the axe for a power fist. His mentality – he would get hit by whatever nasty ass xenos he had to fight, might as well hit them back with a great deal of force. He became a veteran after further missions – wherever they went, he’d be there slowly slugging forwards through the lines with a powerfist in tow. The Valhallan 353rd had a love for Baldur; sure, he was bound to die one of these days, but he’d die doing what he wanted. Trivia: Baldur, after an encounter with Word Bearers Chaos Space Marines, has developed an intense dislike and even phobia of Nurglings. The green poxy swarms outmaneouver how quick he can lay down hits. Only thanks to his squads lasgun firing did he survive that encounter. Anything small and green (such as limes) invokes the same reaction of mild fear.
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