Terusian is a planet composed of largely Mesa's and Butte's, making this the perfect planet for the training of drop troop tactic's. Also the planets chief exports are plasma and autoguns for the empire. Their tactics are to soften and destroy armor with Vendetta's, and mop up with infantry. Last year the regiment was vastly depleted during an assault on Hive Fleet Medusa, during the fight their charismatic leader Lieutenant Colonel Vostrom was slain, taking the temporary lead of this regiment was Lord Commissar Falkos.
Regimental theme song, For Whom the Bell Toll-Metallica
Character Sheet(Example): Name:Lord Commissar Falkos Age: 45 Bio: A tough as nails Commissar, Falkos is not exactly popular. Having chewed out every soldier in the regiment at least once for some minor infraction. However his uniform,but generally lenient discipline is one of the few things holding the Regiment together during this tough time. Description: A large handlebar mustache defines this commissar's long and rugged face. While being considered a hardass by many recruits, many veterans have seen him risk life and limb for the troopers. Also known for his tall tales
The Current Roster Lord Commissar-Falkos-Wardragoon
Storm Trooper Squad:
Storm Trooper Sergeant-Mico-epic chaosdude Stormtrooper CPL Demian King -King Pariah Stormtrooper Corporal Jerry Wilson MacMillan -Shadowsnip Storm Trooper Stormtrooper Bill 'Lucky Bastard' Miller Megabambam Storm Trooper '50' Cal Deis Kraft-Asherian Command
Vendetta: Laura Pilot :Sam 'suicidal' Mollett- Black Templar Copilot: Artaur Darses -LL
Vendetta Gunship Kestrel Under minor repairs(sponson gunners may or may not be present during battles due to point restrictions): Vendetta Pilot:Euan "Maestro" Wilkie -castiel Copilot
I will hopefully play some each weekend, when I do so I will post battle report as well as open a door for some RPing(probably start you guys off in the middle of the fight)
Name: Stormtrooper Sergeant Mico
Age:34
Bio: Sergeant Mico is seen as a father figure amongst his men. He is kind and always thinks about the best of his own men. He has never failed a mission and his squad members death count is the lowest of the whole regiment. That is not said that he is a weakling. Mico is always accepts any mission possible and his men follow him without fear. He has lightning fast reactions and can adapt to any tactical situations supernaturally fast, even rivalling the skill of those of the Adeptus Astartes. He is merciless against his enemies and will do anything it takes to win.
Description: A tall, grizzled man with dozens of scars. His face is emotioneless and appearance old. Many dont actually believe that he is only 34 years old.
Equipment: Favors multiple weapons, each corresponding with different theather of war: Hot-shot lasgun, shotgun, combat knife.
Name: Sam 'suicidal' Mollett
Vendetta Pilot
Age: 24
Bio: Sam joined up for his love of flying and killing xenos. When he join he flew Vendetta 24 this was a very effective assault and he supported the ground troops from a ork assault......but in that time Sam lost his gunners and ran out of ammunition a mighty Gargant marched into view and began to slaughter hundreds. Sam saw no other way to stop it and crashed he's ship into the Gargant head destroying it. Luckily Sam crawled from the wreckage and climbed down through the wreck killing any orks he encounter with his las-gun. When he got back to ally forces he earned his nickname and a nice medal. He has currently crashed 3 ships into enemy forces and survived now his newest ship is Vendetta Gunship he is under order not to crash this one.
Description: Weapons: Las-gun and knife.
black templar wrote:Name: Sam 'suicidal' Mollett
Vendetta Pilot
Age: 24
Bio: Sam joined up for his love of flying and killing xenos. When he join he flew Vendetta 24 this was a very effective assault and he supported the ground troops from a ork assault......but in that time Sam lost his gunners and ran out of ammunition a mighty Gargant marched into view and began to slaughter hundreds. Sam saw no other way to stop it and crashed he's ship into the Gargant head destroying it. Luckily Sam crawled from the wreckage and climbed down through the wreck killing any orks he encounter with his las-gun. When he got back to ally forces he earned his nickname and a nice medal. He has currently crashed 3 ships into enemy forces and survived now his newest ship is Vendetta Gunship he is under order not to crash this one.
Description: Weapons: Las-gun and knife.
Welome trooper. May your ship bring glorious death to the ranks of the enemy.
Name: Stormtrooper CPL Demian King
Age:31
Bio: CPL Demian King has served alongside Sergeant Mico the longest out of any Storm Trooper in the squad and looks up to him as a role model and also takes care of his teammates in a father like fashion. However, unlike SGT Mico, he is slower in hand to hand combat prefering to absorb and dodge hits before landing a single decisive hit into the openings his opponents are bound to reveal.
Description: A man of average height, he is stoutly built with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. Many believe him to be younger than 31 due to his youthful face but his scars and demeanor tell a tale of years of brutal experience.
Equipment: He is as close to a heavy weapons expert as Storm Troopers get carrying either a flamer or a meltagun. He is also known to carry a machete after being introduced to the weapon by Catachans.
Name: Stormtrooper Corporal Jerry Wilson MacMillan
Age: 32
Bio: First of his class in jump school, Jerry Wilson MacMillan sticks to himself and is known for his northern accent, the few times he speaks. He had a wife but left her after she got "Too dreadfully fat". His favorite things to do are killin, jumpin, and of course "messing with the toby jugs".
Equipment: Lasgun and a choppa from a dead ork
Name: Euan "Maestro" Wilkie
Vendetta Pilot
Age: 18
Bio: Euan joined up for his love of machinery and speed. When he joined he flew an ammunition transporter, but was soon noticed for his excellent, but reckless, flying ability making him perfect for combat flight training. His original obsession with speed came from driving his mother's car, which soon became an obsession with machinery and, after his first flight, a love of flying. Despite being young, Euan has an excellent flying record, having always brought his bird home, even with heavy damage . He is also known in the regiment for his musical abiltiy and his famously "imaginative" songs in the barracks.
Description:
Height: 5' 8"
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weapons: Las-gun and knife.
shadowsnip wrote:Name: Stormtrooper Corporal Jerry Wilson MacMillan
Age: 32
Bio: First of his class in jump school, Jerry Wilson MacMillan sticks to himself and is known for his northern accent, the few times he speaks. He had a wife but left her after she got "Too dreadfully fat". His favorite things to do are killin, jumpin, and of course "messing with the toby jugs".
Equipment: Lasgun and a choppa from a dead ork
Castiel wrote:Name: Euan "Maestro" Wilkie
Vendetta Pilot
Age: 18
Bio: Euan joined up for his love of machinery and speed. When he joined he flew an ammunition transporter, but was soon noticed for his excellent, but reckless, flying ability making him perfect for combat flight training. His original obsession with speed came from driving his mother's car, which soon became an obsession with machinery and, after his first flight, a love of flying. Despite being young, Euan has an excellent flying record, having always brought his bird home, even with heavy damage . He is also known in the regiment for his musical abiltiy and his famously "imaginative" songs in the barracks.
Description:
Height: 5' 8"
Hair: Light Brown
Eyes: Blue
Weapons: Las-gun and knife.
Name:SGT Falko King
Veteran Sergeant
Age: 28
Bio: Originally he aspired to be like his brother CPL Demian King but when he failed drop school, he decided to prove himself on the ground. Now talented soldier that has weathered several battles, he arose to the rank of SGT when his squad was wiped out. Now, as the squad leader, he vows to never let another incident occur like the one that wiped out his squad. Though other squad members may be older or even have more battle experience, all respect his willpower to see them get through the toughest of battles and his quick thinking that has saved them multiple times.
Description: A young fellow sometimes called SGT Babyface due to his youth. He is hardly scarred at all, a bit on the short side, and has blond hair and hazel eyes. His preferred weapons of choice are his trusty Plasma Pistol and, like his brother, a machete.
(I assume that as Veteran Sergeant I get to choose the Squad Name, if so, I'll name our squad, Steel Boars)
Name: Jarvis "Blade" Killon Squad:Veteran squad 2 Rank:Sergeant Age 30 Apperance: Bio: A simple farm boy on his home planet, Jarvis always dreamed of more. He was pulled into the PDF at 16, and rose to lead a squad. When his potential was realized he was thrown into the guard. After several weeks of brutal training he fought in his first real battle. Against Eldar pirates. In the heat of battle, he followed orders, he killed. But it was not enough. His squad leader was killed, leaving only him and a bunch of other recruits fresh from boot camp. He lead them through a hail of fire, in a mad charge against an eldar skimmer. They fought valiantly and brought it down. After that battle he was raised to the rank of corporal, and eventually sergeant.
Welcome to the regiment, and all the groundpounders are assembled, though unpainted. Valkyrie is under construction and depending on my weekend may be out of the armory with a shiny coat of paint by monday. Also the list is updated.
My opponent is giving me a choice on what I will fight, for my IG christening. So the question is as far as RP oppourtunity's is, would you rather fight Orks, or Codex Marines?
Okay......so I will be out of town until friday, so hopefully on sunday(seeing as the vendetta needs some more painting and then asssembly) we will be ready to slaughter some marines, which will go up in a different post to keep this one recruitment related
Bio: Bill never really had a choice.. He could either work the factories untill his demice, or join the Guard.. And to that he'd rather die on a battlefield.
Drop school never really was that hard, well that's what Bill usually says, actually he only passed because of his damned luck.
Even though Bill isn't the best Drop Trooper, he is lucky as hell, several times he have evaded (without his knowing) Certain death, both Grenades, Bullets and even a lascannon have missed him by inches.
But if there is one thing Bill is good at. It's poetry! Or well he's actually rubish but he likes to fashion himself as a little poet and when he's not deployed (actually sometimes when he's deployed aswell) you can find him with a notebook and a pen, writing short little poems.
Description: Bill is a handsome man, around 5ft 11 tall and athletically build with a handsome face, he's adorned with quite a few scars, and is usually found with a jokerish smile upon his lips. He've painted a small smiley on the left side of his chest plate.
Equipment: Bill uses whichever weapons he's handed, but does prefer using a Revolver which his (now deceased) Father gave him.
Like this guy, just with a smile, blues-brother-ish sunglasses and his mark on the armour
Okay guys, I am bringing up several things for this.
1. Battle reports have been held up due to lack of action for us boys, but I am going to start up a nonrecruiting thread once I get a map thrown together
2.For camouflage I was thinking that we would have a real world camouflage, alpenflage , however I am open to suggestions
3. Should we have a Regimental theme song
4.Considering the nature of my work I will be afk for some stretches, so for this thread I am wondering if anyone wants to be second in command, if so PM me
5.The Lord Commissar post will soon open up, so whoever is going to be second in command will be the lord commissar.
6.Anyone know of anyplace that I can requisition more valkyries for a decent price
7.Most of you wont be painted yet, I am currently out of base paints......valkyries eat up base paint like its going out of style
8. Are you guys ready to butcher Xenos scum?
Name: Bill 'Monty' Nobs
Rank: Autocannon Gunner with the steel boars (please!)
Age: 23
Apearence: Short, plump (but not fat) and slightly intimidating.
Background: He never wanted a millitary career, he wanted to join the Libraium, but his wealthy familly had had a long millitary career and his future was decided for him. He wanted to join an armoured regiment, but the 15th had been his fathers regiment and his familly forced him to join. He hates flying, he hates jumping, all through jump school he tried to find a way out. He is however an expert with big guns, and the most accurate gunner, despite him bieng unruly in the barracks, on the battlefield he is an accurate, faithfull and skilled gunner. he is immensly strong. able to carry the autocannon on his own, he belives every gunner should be able to do this. His cannon is named Jenna, after the only girl he loved.
In the barracks he gets drunk almost everynight, gambling away his money and possessions, he has a warm nature and will offer anyone a drink, he also likes to tell stories and scare newbies, his quest for knowledge and academia hasn't worn off and when he's not doing any of that he's got his nose in some computer of book.
He is forever trying to persuade the commisar to get some heay mortars, and always failing.
Imagine the archetye of a scots guard, thats sorta what i'm after.
necrovamp wrote:Name: Bill 'Monty' Nobs
Rank: Autocannon Gunner with the steel boars (please!)
Age: 23
Apearence: Short, plump (but not fat) and slightly intimidating.
Background: He never wanted a millitary career, he wanted to join the Libraium, but his wealthy familly had had a long millitary career and his future was decided for him. He wanted to join an armoured regiment, but the 15th had been his fathers regiment and his familly forced him to join. He hates flying, he hates jumping, all through jump school he tried to find a way out. He is however an expert with big guns, and the most accurate gunner, despite him bieng unruly in the barracks, on the battlefield he is an accurate, faithfull and skilled gunner. he is immensly strong. able to carry the autocannon on his own, he belives every gunner should be able to do this. His cannon is named Jenna, after the only girl he loved.
In the barracks he gets drunk almost everynight, gambling away his money and possessions, he has a warm nature and will offer anyone a drink, he also likes to tell stories and scare newbies, his quest for knowledge and academia hasn't worn off and when he's not doing any of that he's got his nose in some computer of book.
He is forever trying to persuade the commisar to get some heay mortars, and always failing.
Imagine the archetye of a scots guard, thats sorta what i'm after.
Welcome Monty.... you better not be pulling off any full monties....
Also, i just realized....the librarium is an SM outfit, your character couldn't have even thought of joining if 1. he didn't have any psychic potential and 2. if he wasn't chosen by the SM
necrovamp wrote:Name: Bill 'Monty' Nobs
Rank: Autocannon Gunner with the steel boars (please!)
Age: 23
Apearence: Short, plump (but not fat) and slightly intimidating.
Background: He never wanted a millitary career, he wanted to join the Libraium, but his wealthy familly had had a long millitary career and his future was decided for him. He wanted to join an armoured regiment, but the 15th had been his fathers regiment and his familly forced him to join. He hates flying, he hates jumping, all through jump school he tried to find a way out. He is however an expert with big guns, and the most accurate gunner, despite him bieng unruly in the barracks, on the battlefield he is an accurate, faithfull and skilled gunner. he is immensly strong. able to carry the autocannon on his own, he belives every gunner should be able to do this. His cannon is named Jenna, after the only girl he loved.
In the barracks he gets drunk almost everynight, gambling away his money and possessions, he has a warm nature and will offer anyone a drink, he also likes to tell stories and scare newbies, his quest for knowledge and academia hasn't worn off and when he's not doing any of that he's got his nose in some computer of book.
He is forever trying to persuade the commisar to get some heay mortars, and always failing.
Imagine the archetye of a scots guard, thats sorta what i'm after.
@ The glass ninja, i couldn;t think of any 'human' academic institutes, will change it if you want me too, though he is supposed to ahve stuipidly high expectations!
@Black templar, - please say you have sick bags on board!
@ Wardragon - not even if we strap some to the valkeries? No? Awwww! lol
necrovamp wrote:@ The glass ninja, i couldn;t think of any 'human' academic institutes, will change it if you want me too, though he is supposed to ahve stuipidly high expectations!
@Black templar, - please say you have sick bags on board!
@ Wardragon - not even if we strap some to the valkeries? No? Awwww! lol
Ah, dinna worry lad, you'll be fine, me an ma squad all see ya through ( I don't speak like that, even though i am a scot, but i enjoy writing in that accent)
Bad news.......the Orks won......needless to say the stormtroopers need to practice drop tactics (they all landed on dangerous terrain or on enemy units, and died before a shot was fired), and the valkyrie pilots need to stop taking naps in the runway, one arrived turn 3 from reserve and the other never arrived due to time constrictions from the shop closing for the night.
OOC:
Me and the dice gods need a word, I rolled like crap the whol game, the only unit that got a kill was a proxied leman russ I used so I could bump up points, as well I need to work on tactics for this off the wall list
One thing that I'd like to bring up before joining, vedettas and valkyres don't actually have any sponson gunners. They do however have a co-pilot, so you should proabably change that before someone tries to sign up for that position. I'll co-pilot Laura once you've changed the positions. Character information will follow shortly.
Lyzin Locrian wrote:One thing that I'd like to bring up before joining, vedettas and valkyres don't actually have any sponson gunners. They do however have a co-pilot, so you should proabably change that before someone tries to sign up for that position. I'll co-pilot Laura once you've changed the positions. Character information will follow shortly.
Lets hope you are brave and ready to lay down your life.
Name: Artaur Darses
Age: 43
Position: Co-pilot of Laura
Bio: Artaur was raised in a very poor town on Terusian. He spent his childhood years working in a munitions factory. When he was eleven, he was working the ammo press in the factory, his hand slipped and he accedently cut off two of the fingers on his left hand. After his wound was bound and he was sent back to work, he decided he wasn't going to put up with this kind of crap anymore, and that night he ran away looking for a better life somewhere else. He found it in the form of a traveling circus, or at least it had many of the things you'd expect to see in a circus. Acrobats, strongmen, freaky bearded women, and gladatorial combat (that last one being the one thing that set them apart from most other circuses). It was the circus' owner who found Artaur living on the streets, trying to scrape a living off of whatever he could find in random strangers pockets. The circus owner, a man called Clubare, adopted Artaur as his own, mainly out of sympathy for he to had once been living on the streets, but also because Artaur was absolutely gigantic for his age, and Clubare felt that he could put that to use in his circus. After he had feed and clothed Artaur, Clubare asked if he'd like to join his circus. Artaur agreed without hesitation and Clubare offered him a position as one of the strongmen, however Artaur's eye was caught by Clubare's gladiators, and he requested that he be made one of them instead. Clubare told him that most gladiators didn't survive their first fight, and those gladiators were a lot older then fourteen years old, but that didn't discourage Artaur, so Clubare eventually relented and let Artaur fight as a gladiator. Despite his young age and lack of experiance, Artaur ended up surviving his first match, and he was soon one of Clubare's finest, and people flocked from all over to see the young gladtator fight. Of course gladitorial combat wasn't exactly legal, and after four years of living in the circus, Artaur's gladitorial career was interupted by the local Arbites, who had finally decided to crack down on Clubare and his circus. Many of the people at the circus were killed by the Arbites, but Clubare managed to sneak Artaur out of the chaos, and paid for it with his life. Now that Artaur was a wanted man, he decided to get the hell off planet, and what better way to do that then join the Imperial Guard. After he had gone through basic training, he was sent of planet as one of the many drop troopers in the Terusian 15th. After about seven years of distinguished service, his leg got horribly mangled up during a drop. Altough he got it replaced with a bionic one, it wasn't exactly of the finest quality, and he was no longer able to keep up with the rest of his squad. His officer had him retrained and repositioned as a pilot so that his bad leg wouldn't be a proplem anymore. He spent the next eighteen years flying the regiments vendettas and valkyres, and although such a lengthy career would've earned him a much higher position, a recent arguement he had with an officer, which resulted in Artaur punching the officer in the face, saw Artaur demoted back to co-pilot. He now spends most of his time complaining about how he misses his old vendetta, or about how Mollet can't learn how to freakin' fly straight, or just about life in general.
Description: Artaur has brown hair on the verge of going gray, and hazel eyes. He stands at 6'6" and weighs in at around 270 pounds. He looks like hell all the time and he's damn proud of it. He rarely shaves so his beard is often long and his hair is unruley. He never got a bionic replacement for either of his fingers, however both his left eye and his right leg are bionic.
Lyzin Locrian wrote:One thing that I'd like to bring up before joining, vedettas and valkyres don't actually have any sponson gunners. They do however have a co-pilot, so you should proabably change that before someone tries to sign up for that position. I'll co-pilot Laura once you've changed the positions. Character information will follow shortly.
OOC: I should have said door gunners, lol but I did forget the Copilots. Also boys and girls I should be getting some more paint soon, so that will mean I will have mini's painted and models named
BIC:Welcome to the regiment Artaur, and for the love of the emperor you deck me, I will see you demoted to ammo servitor.
OOC:
I should have said door gunners, lol but I did forget the Copilots.
BIC:Welcome to the regiment Artaur, and for the love of the emperor you deck me, I will see you demoted to ammo servitor.
*Artaur mumbles to himself* Not as bad latrine cleaning servitor
Hey Artaur! How about you give your pilot some pointers so he isn't late to battle next time instead of grumbling about servitors. Gettin mighty tempting to get you a bionic jaw. lol
Don't you lecture me on what I should or shouldn't do! I've tried giving him pointers but he's the most thick headed person I've ever met! I even made it easy for him, all he had was read my book *Artaur pulls out a very large and very heavy book* on how to properly fly a damned vendetta, but he decided to use it as tolet paper!! Now get off my back! And my jaw, is none of your buisiness!
The glass ninja wrote:Bah, foolish pilots. arguing about age when all that matters is devotion.
I`m not talking about age so much as experiance, and experiance makes a big difference. Now I`m not saying that Wilkie isn`t a good pilot, he certainly has the potential, he just hasn`t got the experiance that I do. Of course experiance isn`t everything, why just look at Mollet! He`s been flying for quite a while now, and he`s still abouslutely terrible!
I think it's yours, everyone else seems to be hiding in fear of the return of those grey knights... Stupid kid brother... (slaps SGT Falko upside the head)
Oh you didn't miss much except my stupid kid brother got the grey knights to attack the Knights of Blood, I suppose that's the last we'll hear from those boys in grey.
*Artaur returns, completely covered in machine grease, soot, and a small amount of blood* Crap, no one's dead, looks like I owe Monty a damn licorice cigar. *Artaur picks up a very dirty rag and starts cleaning himself off, he mumbles to himself about damn licorice flavoured cigars*
Sitting behind a very large, overturned tree Jarvis looked at the pot of coffee warming over the fire. The playing cards that had acted as kinfling slowly crumbling to ash.
Here's your damn cigar you fat git! *Throws a cigar at Monty* Oh and by the way, I just finished putting a heavy mortar onto my vendetta. Just thought I should mention that.
I know my bro(Falko) outranks me...but may I take him out behind the mess hall and smack some sense into him? He also hijacked my account... As for votes nay, he's still my baby bro SGT "Babyface"
Bio: David joined up for his love of killing traitors and followers of chaos. He was promoted to stormtrooper veteran after single-handedly fighting and killing a renegade astarties lord in close combat.
His original hatred of traitors came 5 years ago. On that terrible night, his entire battle force turned traitor and devastated the town they were suppost to be protecting. Despite being fairly young, David has the maturity and mind of a far older man, and has a reputation for being very dark and mysterious. He keeps a tally of every traitor he has killed with notches in his gun. It currently lists: 198 KIA, 234 WIA. Although dark, David is a great leader of his troops and fearlessly leads them into battle.
Description:
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Dark brown.
Eyes: Brown.
weapons of choise: master-crafted bolter + combat knife
*smiles at the thought of heavy mortars and takes another swig of his foul smelling drink. The smile is wiped off his face immediatly after seeing the dark shadowy figure walk in.
recruit and maybe battle reports with stuff about how much you killed/ho you did in the battle. if you want an example check out the link in my signature.
*Kicks down the door* Ah! Its good to be here again! I see that the storm trooper squad is finally filled. I cant wait to lead you people in glorious new assaults!
The glass ninja wrote:We're serious. And get up at dawn or i'm strapping you to a melta charge and throwing you at the enemy.....with the siege mortar.
If by get weapons you mean steal stuff from Grey Knights, and by cheer up the mood you mean get us all killed by GREY KNIGHTS! Yes! I believe being smacked is good reward for that! *Smacks him on the head*
necrovamp wrote:I can see we are having a problem, wiping out our reinforcements is never a good way to go really, unless it's reverse psycology on the real enemy.
Name: Otis T. Fied
Age: 28
Bio: The only man brave enough to sign up as the door-gunner on the "Laura", Otis may seem crazy, but behind his facade of foolishness, he is a wise, calculating man. And he knows that this could be the only retribution for his brothers' sins. For there is more to this man than meets the eye. Once a space marine of the Alpha legion, he saw his proud chapter fall to chaos. Through it all, he remained loyal. he has lived a long, long time, and has received countless medals and promotions in the imperial guard. But it is not enough. For he has sworn, by the blood of the emperor, that he would do all that was required to repent for the sins of his chapter. Although he has fought under the banner of many thousands of different legions of Imperial guard, for hundreds of thousands, possibly even millions, of years, killing billions upon billions of enemies of the emperor, it is not enough. And he fights on.
Description: Height: about 8 feet tall, Weight: 180 kilograms. Has a beard, and countless scars. His face does not look extremely old, but it is weary, burdened with the sins of 10,000 men. His eyes have a furious gleam, which has seen hundreds of worlds burn, and yet almost seem to be alight with holy fire. Holy might.
OOC: Sorry guys, between personal life and computer crapping out on me I was offline, I am back, as sad news the terusians are currently being revived after an incident in which a certain daemon decided that a 30lb weight on my minis was a good idea.
As story goes, after a space disaster leading the company to leave the ship via pods the company has been picked up and are currenty undergoing retrofit and rearmament. RP from there.
I love doing that voice
, however I am open to suggestions
