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I have not gotten the new rulebook for 40k yet and jot familiar with SW psychic powers. I will defer those to you so you can choose what you would like.

 Wardragoon wrote:
and Gamble, would you like to name your squad?

Subsidium Squad or Team.

That'd be Subsidium Team then, I guess ;D

Do you mind if I join in too?

Lucarikx

You can certainly join. Just fill out the following:

Character Name:
Chapter: (please if its an odd chapter link me a picture of color scheme and Emblem so I can try to paint them)
Age:
Description:
Equipment (I will try to kit out your marine to the best of my abilities):
Background(Needs to include why they joined):

And don't forget to include the position you're applying for.

Ok, here it is:

Character Name: Lukas Fleshmaw

Chapter: Carcharodons

Age: 75

Description: Brutal close-combat skill, possesses skills to become a techmarine but does not wish to. Strange genetic mutation where his eyes are red, has black hair. Unlike many others from his chapter, he has actual color in his skin, rather than the standard pale color. Has tribal tattoos on his lower left leg of his armor. Also has a serpent tattoo on the side of his helmet. Here is basis for armor: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/File:Carcharodon3.jpg#.UHctmMVG_B4

Equipment : Mark V armor( if possible ), plasma pistol, poweraxe, jumpack

Background: Though only 75 years old, Lukas has been through a lot of warzones. During the Badab War, he served under Lord Tyberos strike force as a field technician. During the drop pod assault on the Tyrant of Badab's base, Lukas blew the doors to the main gates, and the Carcharodons force engaged the Astral Claws. His squad was wiped out . After the war was over, the loss of his friends put him into a deep depression. After receiving notice that he would train new recruits to become his new squad, he requested to be place on ship duty or protection of claimed planets. However, seeing the skill in the young marine, Tyberos instead sent him to have a 150 year term with the Deathwatch.

Lucarikx

Edit : He has a mark 4 helmet too.

Silly me, I forgot the position. I would like to be a member(or a sergeant) of an assault squad.


Lucarikx

Any room for a Chaplin?

Yea you can be a chaplain.

Character Name: "Death Speaker" Hakkon Magnus

Chapter: Excutioners

Age: 275

Description: The former Supreme Judge of the Executioners 3rd Company, he was responsible for recounting the deeds of his battle-brothers, and administering punishment for any misdeeds. Renowned for his skill as a warrior and his scornful wisdom acquired over centuries of service. Hakkkon Magnus was present at the rebellion against the Imperium during the Badab War, serving as a sergeant in the 2nd Company, under the command of High Death Speaker Thulsa Kane. He served with distinction during the assault of the Salamanders battle barge "Pyre of Glory", becoming known for his reckless oaths and fiery determination.

Equipment: Artificer armour, bolt pistol, Crozius Arcanum, Tome of the dead.

Background: As a result of their rebellion against the Imperium, Hakkon was sent to serve in the Deathwatch, as part of a hundred year long penitent crusade to atone for the loyalist blood he spilled.

Wow just realized there was already a chaplain, i'll switch to Librarian

ThisKidsTheBest wrote:
Character Name: Epistolary Uriel the Avenger
Chapter: Angels Sanguine
Age: 463
Description:
Equipment: Force Axe and Plasma Pistol
Background: During his tours of duty Uriel worked up a reputation for being both a furious combatant and a respectable leader. He toured across the galaxy, fighting hardest on Cadia against the tides of Chaos. On the beaches of the planet, he lead almost a full company of assault marines in a battle against the warriors of Khorne, led by the great champion Kharn the Betrayer. The forces were largely unsupported, just two hordes of frenzied killers slamming into each other. Librarian Uriel personally sought out Kharn to face the legend in single combat. Uriel sought him out in his stormraven, destroying two of the Chaotic Dragons before deploying directly next to him with 5 venerated terminators. Kharn howled in rage and charged into Uriel's sqaud. A furious bolt from his plasma pistol ruined the unarmored left arm of the betrayer, leaving only a charred stump of gore. Still the madman attacked on, beating his stump against the mighty power of his armor until finally Uriel saw his opening and swung in a devastating arc towards Kharn's head. One of the crazed gladiators dove in front of the blow and exploded in a shower of gore that only served to drive the warriors to greater feats. The lightning claws of the terminators ripped into the armor and flesh of the gladiators while they desperately tried to find purchase in the mighty terminator armor, killing all but one of the gladiators besides Kharn. Kharn attacked again, picking up Gorechild and driving it through one of the terminators chests and blowing it through his back. Before spinning and slashing the heads from two more. Uriel could not stand to see his battle-brothers fall so easily and drove his helmet into that of Kharn's. The warrior stumbled back from the fury of the blow and wrenched his helmet free. His blood soaked dreadlocks flowed in the sea breeze and his deep grey eyes had the look of a cornered animal in them. Uriel absent-mindedly put his fist through the remaining gladiator before bringing his axe down on Kharn's chest, making a ruin of the once-hero. Behind him a squad of frenzied Death Company warriors crested the hill and charged into the remaining horde. Gladiators fell upon them in all their remaining fury, but the Angels carried the day with fervor and glory. As they flew back to base they saw a series of fires burning in a town below. They looked down and saw the hydra of the Alpha Legion painted in human blood across an acre of cut forests. They deployed to the field in the forest to find the source of this heresy despite all their battle wounds. The second the last remaining marine had entered the field anti-personnel mines detonated. Uriel was not on the center of an explosion, but he could still feel their brute force as they ripped his battle brothers apart. He signaled for the stormraven to watch the perimeter and come down when the explosions stopped to evacuate any wounded. A Sanguinary Guardsman was bodily thrown into the air, ragdolling as he flew, a mockery of the usually graceful art. The lascannons on the stormraven lit up and lanced through an incoming Helldrake. Aegis lines from all around the forest opened fire and combined they brought down the plane. Then they had free reign to move into the forest and they did. The Sorcerer Typhus moved into the field followed by a horde of 420 zombie cultists. They tore across the battlefield with no regard for the massive loss of life and crashed against the lines of the Angels Sanguine. The weight of bodies was too much for the marines to handle and they were slowly whittled down to nothing. Uriel charged into the tide alone, his retinue long dead, and fought with a fury. He killed 56 cultists alone, more than a squad and a half, before they finally dragged him down. With such a large battle, certain forces took note. Uriel was repurposed from his battle and thrust into service monitoring the Octavia Sector on Watchstation Carthage.
(Both battles are based on real table top battles I had against my friend testing out his new list options with some stuff added in. In the Kharn game it was a raping. He went for all bezerkers and had nothing to handle my stormraven, let alone the 30 DC I brought for shiggles. In the cultist battle there was no adl in his army and there was a lvl 2 sorcerer with some pyromantic shennanigans. In the actual game my stormraven gave him quite a lashing until a lucky molten beam did blow it up. After which he was able to effectively drown me in bodies. But I gak you not, Uriel killed 56 cultists by himself)

And i know theres also another Librarian, but its easier to make them different than Chaplains

I will happily take a psychic skill set different htan you, if you prefer combat focused powers make me a support type librarian..

I can go either way, you pick which you want first

Also TheAngrySquig has told me he wants a spot as a Terminator reserved and will make a sheet in 10-12 hours

Yo I'm here. As TKTB said Im doing a Terminator, spose a sergeant if there aren't any right now.



Character Name: The Ancient
Chapter: Blackshield
Age: Restricted
Description: Massively tall and strong, but racked with wrinkles and leathery skin, he looks as though the galaxy has been bearing down on him for ten thousand years.
Equipment: Cataphractii Armor, Twin LCs
Background: Very little is known of The Ancient. Those that hear him talk are only the most trusted and most highly ranked officials, for he is one of the Inquisitions greatest secrets. In the earliest days of the Inquisitior, Malcador the Sigilitte stole into the Emperors Gene-Labs and took years of research on data slates. His attempt was to create another Primarch, one that could be brought up by the Emperor and raised to destroy Horus. But he failed and the beast that arrived was no great leader. It was a tiny baby, with all the genetic components of the Primarchs, but lacking one thing. When Malcador looked at it he couldn't figure it out, so he waited before bringing him to the Emperor. He checked on the baby day in and day out, but it would not grow like the Primarchs had. At last Horus besieged Terra and Malcador gave it to an Imperial Fist captain and told him to run it deep into the streets. The marine took it to a bar where patrons hid under tables, terrified of the carnage running rampant in the streets. A pair of Phoenix Guard from the Emperor's Children legion burst in the door, accompanied by the sepentine form of their daemon-primarch. The terminators charged at the captain with their glaives aloft and swung. The captain let the blows reflect off his storm shield and swung with the hammer, ripping one apart. Fulgrim waited with a hungry smile as the last guard prepared to duel the Captain. The guard swung and the captain rose his hammer in a contemptuous parry. With a drive from the shield he knocked the guard off balance and made a bloody ruin of his chest with the hammer. Fulgrim squeeled in delight and slithered his way towards the captain. The four weapons licked out in sync, scoring rents and slashes all along the captains armor. The captain swung wildly and Fulgrim coiled around his hammer, snapping the relic like a twig. Fulgrim tossed the limp captain aside and hovered over the baby, his poisonous tounge flashing in and out of his jaws. Just as he was about to swallow the baby hole a fist exploded through his lower jaw. Fulgrim recoiled in pain and the twelve foot tall beast stood up from where the baby had lay. He picked up one of the swords that Fulgrim had dropped and leaned into a fighting stance with it. Fulgrim screeched in pain and retreated, wanting easier prey than this titan. The Ancient wandered into the streets, naked and alone, looking for somewhere to go. He saw civilians running scared from the Emperor's Palace and fought his way through the tide there, striking down Emperors Children marines with sword and bolter as they fired on the crowds. Soon he was picked up by Malcador in a Land Speeder, harboring a massive set of gilded armor for him and a few explanations. Malcador told him that he was a semi-primarch, more skilled than most regular marines, but still nothing compared to the Emperor's sons. Malcador took him to the Eternity Gate and saw Sanguinius embattled against the hordes of Khorne. Malcador teleported inside to see to the golden throne, but The Ancient was more interested in saving his half brother and threw his now armored form into the red. His lightning claws lashed out at random, cleaving heads from shoulders with deadly precision. He came upon a massive Bloodthirster, roaring about being the First of Khorne and swung at it with his claws meeting its axe in showers of sparks. A golden bullet came shooting from the Gate and Sanguinius slammed into Ka'Bandha. He shouted for The Ancient to guard the door and that he did. While Sanguinius fought against his mortal enemy, hundreds threw themselves at the gates. First came the Bloodletters, which were torn apart with reckless abandon, then the waves of mounted Bloodcrushers fell on him, stampeding on iron-fleshed Juggernauts. The ancient dove claws first into this assault, ripping into them with the fury of a man possessed. At last he was deemed a worthy threat for Skarbrand, challenger of the gods. The mighty creature lumbered towards him, cracking his whip with an angry impatience. The Ancient cut the whip off at the half as it licked towards him and fired the bolters in his gauntlets. Skarbrand roared in pain and charged. Th Ancient flipped over the low sweeping blade and landed gracefully on the monsters shoulders. He headbutted the beast once before severing its jugular and jumping down. As it grabbed its neck in pain he pulled the pins on a grenade belt and smashed it into the beast's chest. But the gate was falling. Nathaniel Garro picked him up and told him of the Inquisition, and how he was going to be their most potent weapon, hunting down Xenos of any form. He was inducted into the ranks of the fledgling Deathwatch and has served ever since, his advanced genetics keeping him alive through the times of war that has fallen upon the Imperium.
Image:
This just painted black

Is a psuedo primarch a little ott?

Character Name: Vallar Votum
Chapter: Disciples of Caliban
Age: 149
Description: Reclusive and secretive, Vallar is the absolute picture of a member of a Dark Angels successor Chapter. Rather destuctive in nature, Vallar considers his own losses to be less than those of others, often needlessly endangering himself and his Land Speeder for the sake of others. He has also been noted for slightly pyromaniacal tendencies, and a self accusing nature - he immediately assumes fault for failure. It is rather telling of his character that his motto is "We must all burn our transgressions away". He has platinum blond hair and a long, angular face. It is also rumoured he works his way through copilots as fast as he does through enemy vehicles.
Equipment: Land Speeder "Operati Alas" armed with a multimelta, sometimes with an auxiliary multimelta or even an assault cannon. Vallar himself prefers to wear Mk. 6 "Corvus" armour, and his pesonal set carries the scars of many battles. He wields a Bolt Pistol he calls "Candela".
Background: Vallar was first inducted as a Space Marine some 135 years ago, from an unknown planet, by the fleet of the Disciples of Caliban. He proceeded to excel as a scout, advancing to the full rank of Battle Brother after attaching a melta bomb to an airborne Helldrake from the inside of a Land Speeder Storm tavelling in the opposite direction. His career was thereafter fairly normal for several decades - some battle honours here, a few heroic moments there, but no more than is expected of a Space Marine. His next notable moment was when he was separated from his squad, stuck in no-mans-land. Stumbling across a wrecked Land Speeder, he proceeded to hold it until he was discovered by some infiltrating scouts. Informed that the enemy was believed to be making a push across that stretch of land, Vallar used the wrecked Speeder as a Bunker, attacking the enemy with its still functional multimelta. Claiming three vehicular kills over the course of the battle, Vallar was given a choice when the enemy was defeated: remain in the tactical squad, or be given the training required to fly the vehicle and become the new pilot of the soon-to-be-repaired Land Speeder that he had held. Choosing the latter, Vallar quickly became adept at the use of the Speeder, turning it into a scourge of any vehicle that dared to stand against the Imperium. He was the pilot of the "Operati Alas", as he renamed it, for the next five decades. It was then that he was sent, alongside his beloved craft, to join the Deathwatch of Watch Station Carnage, very soon after an incident involving a nearby planet and a possible sighting of a very curious, gun-slinging Space Marine in dark green, wearing a monastic Robe.

Welcome Brothers.