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2015/10/16 05:25:20
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top(battle report on pg 2)
So I decided to convert my old Warhammer Empire army into an Imperial Guard army to suppliment my large Space Marines. The great thing about IG is the fluff and ability to insert yourself into the battle easily, especially PDF. If your name is Jim Smith, then you can be Jim Smith the Company Commander. Just write some fluff and lets create a PDF!
Also I will try to play a game with them every week and I can tell you how your and your men did in the battles!
I have very little that HAS to be in the PDF so lets do this! Anywhere there is a To be determined(TBD), it means we need come up with this or its not taken yet.
Name: TBD, we need to create the name
Nickname: TBD
Planet Planetname: Makara
Sector:Imdall System
Planet info: Makara is 1.9x the size of Terra with 6 orbiting moons. Each day is 1.5x of a normal day on Terra. Composed of 3 land masses and many islands the planet has 60% water covering it. Throughout the planet are modest cities, shanty towns, forests, and lush land. Makara exports much of its food source to the rest of the Imdall system, including its massive red fish known as Kikios. Being on the far end of the system and having only food to export makes Makara one of the poorest planets in the system with a few richer cities where spaceports are located.
Makara's many moons also play havoc on the gravity pull throughout the land, making massive earthquakes, tsunamis and other natural disasters a common occurrence. These disasters have made the Makara people a resilient people. During Makara's initial colonization a small feral ork band known as the RedTeef, due to all the fish they ate, had taken root on the planet. To this day there are Ork sightings and the local PDF and militia must patrol the areas to keep the smaller towns safe.
PDF Composition: Planetary defense force
Colors: Deep red pants and jackets. Light blue shoulder guards and scarves. The red is taken from the pigments the Kikios fish produce and is a common color for the people.
Armament: Being a planetary defense force the soldiers are randomly equipped. Some carry modern lasguns, some carry autoguns and some carry older rifles. An assortment of soldiers have modern flak vests but there is a mix of soldiers who wear steel plating and steel helmets.
Characters and squads to be taken over by YOU!
Company Command Squad:OPEN
Gunner Wilhelm Katczinsky
Spoiler:
Age: 38 years, standard
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
Sergeant Katczinsky is assigned to a lascannon team of the ?th company of the Makara PDF. He is older than many of his fellow guardsmen, and a veteran of more battles than most men of his rank. His longevity springs from a combination of luck and an increased distance from the deadly orks, who inflict heavy casualties upon infantry units. He is as yet undistinguished on the battlefield, but beloved by his squad mates for his fantastic ability to miraculously produce food in even the most desperate of situations. Katczinsky has named his squad Striking Sailfish for their ability to quickly cripple an armored ork charge, much like how a local predator, the Makara Sailfish, launches lightning quick attacks on the powerful orca pods that traverse Makara's oceans. However, the rest of the company has nicknamed the squad The Killer Kikios after Katczinsky somehow produced an entire fresh Kikios on patrol over 80 miles from the nearest ocean.
Master of Ordinance: Name: Willard Smith
Spoiler:
Rank: Lieutenant Adjutant (Master of Ordnance)
Years of service: 12
Pay Grade: 240 Thrones x0.12%, plus Injury Pay (100 Thrones) per month = 368.80 Thrones monthly (Sigma Tier)
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Blood Type: O+
Eye Colour: Brown
Attached to: Company Command Squad
Wargear: Autogun, auto pistol, rangefinder device, vox-caster
Service Record:
Lieutenant Adjutant Smith initially served in the Planetary Defence Force Air Cadets, training to be a Arvus Lighter or Valkyrie pilot. He worked as part of the Airmobile Evacuation and Assistance Corps, responsible for ferrying injured and wounded civilians from dangerous natural disasters and civil wars. Smith was a valuable asset to his corps, with exceptional eyesight, distance gauging and medical knowledge. When the planet was called upon to make the Imperial Tithe, Smith was drafted in for the 177th Airborne Regiment with youthful eagerness and desire to see beyond the natural disasters plaguing his homeworld.
Such natural disasters brought his dreams crashing down, as well as the Arvus Lighter he was aboard.
The week before he was due to set out to the stars, a freak electrical storm swept in, disabling his craft and bringing it crashing down. Smith was lucky to survive with only a few broken bones and mild brain damage, but his dreams of leaving the planet were over.
The then-Warrant Officer suffered badly from the crash, exhibiting signs of PTSD, permanent paranoia and fear of storms. His Regiment Commander, with a heavy heart, honourably discharged the Warrant Officer and assigned him to the Planetary Defence Force, trying to get as much military training out of Smith as he could.
Promoted to the rank of Lieutenent Adjutant, Smith excelled in his role of calling in aerial bombing assets, honed from years of pinpointing earthquake and avalanche victims from his Valkyrie. He still had his advanced skills as a pilot, and even his medical skills and vox-operating training retained their edge, with Smith serving admirably in either capacity. When his squad embark on aerial transports, Smith often tries to enter the cockpit, assisting the pilots however he can: usually with a strong harness attached to him.
However, it has been noted that he refuses to fight in inclement weather or heavy bombardment, instead sheltering under whatever cover he can find and randomly guessing co-ordinates to relay back to his bomber teams.
Luckily, Smith has not caused any deaths yet with his "guessed" shots.
ADDENDUM: The Priests and Commissariat remain vigilant for signs of cowardice or lack of appropriate devotion to the God-Emperor.
Lascannon team:OPEN
Priest :]Name: Ivan Germanous
Spoiler:
Rank: Confesser, Master of the Chapel divine. ,
Years of service: 5 on planet, 6 decades prior.
Pay Grade: Covered by the Cardinal. No pay on PDF roll
Hair Colour: Grey, Balding.
Blood Type: B Negative.
Eye Colour: Green
Attached to: PDF Unit as a whole.
Wargear: War Hammer (blessed), Dagger, Auto pistol (full auto) Loud hailer + portable vox unit (short range)
Skill level: Trained warrior, Strong mental fortitude.
My name is confesser Ivan Germanous and this is my story.
I Began as a Novice on a Cardinal world, served in the great cathedral serving the bishop, many years passed until heresy came, chapels burned, witches ran rampant and chaos was unleashed. The sisterhood retook the world, many burned in the fires of purity but not before the man i served was killed by warp lighting. as he lay dieing i swore to fight the heretic. so i joined the witch hunters, Inquisitors, Hunted the foul beings wherever they dwelled. Many died by my hand, hundreds burned before my eyes and the hate consumed.
My order was zelous, Another order acused ours of heresy, there was a great trial, a stitch up to take the power we held, only i now live of my order. i got word of the kill order and fled, only able to take a few things of my many tools and weapons, the Hammer and a small book, not a jewaled text but the first book i had, torn, worn and still stained with my masters blood. a Holy relic beyond value to me.
Now reminded of my past, i came to be a simple priest on this planet after hitching a ride with a passing trader, i care for the PDF, ease there woes, in happy times marry, and war give the last rites. Faith is the greatest guard vs the witch, i have not forgotten my faith and past. the Last witch hunter of the Red order, long may the impirum reign.
Platoon Command Squad:OPEN
Company Command Squad OPEN
Alpha,Bravo,Charlie SquadsOPEN
Veteran Squad Alpha:OPEN
Veteran Squad Bravo
Spoiler:
Sgt Hemingway-"Milton" to his friends, is much loved and respected. His leadership style is characterised by a conservative interpretation of orders, with a view to mitigating the risks and taking advantage of every opportunity. He is a skilled reader of men and knows just who to consult or who to 'volunteer' in any particular situation. His orders are followed without question by the loyal men of Bravo, accept when he decides to risk himself beyond reason and they have had occasion to hold him down for his own good.
Following any battle he can seen either painting the scene or collecting materials from the battlefield for his ongoing series of artworks. Entitled "the art of war" this series has already garnered both controversy and critical acclaim, with pieces such as "the dead man's hand" and "Shield of faith" being amongst his most famously divisive works.
Private 'JB' Goode- JB is a show-boater and a natural born daredevil. Perhaps even more reckless than the sergeant, it's a wonder he hasn't gotten himself killed long before now. The charismatic and caviller front man of the band he takes a bit of managing but never let's the bravo boys down, mostly because he seems to have the devils own luck.
Gunner 'Dead Eye' Dak- the thumping rhythm of the Old Bravo Bolter could be no more at home than in the hands of the bands drummer Dead Eye Dak. Always solid, steady and reliable he has been the perfect anchor for many a daring battle charge. A big man with a level head and some hearing problems, understandably.
Loader 'Kid' Wilson- the youngest and most recent addition to Bravo Wilson has yet to earn a name for himself beyond "Kid". Taking on the Bravo Band's Bass responsibilities, as the other half of the rhythm section he has thus landed the traditional role of the loader in the heavy weapon team. He is still a little green on the battlefield but if he sticks by Dak and listens as closely as he does on stage he'll do just fine.
Special Private 'Hot Dog' Daniels- Daniels operates the special weapons for bravo. He gets his name from his ongoing and somewhat tasteless running joke. No matter if he's using a flamer, plasma gun or melta (or even a grenade launcher for that matter) he will, without fail yell "Get yer Hot Dogs!" at the unfortunate Orks, Nids, Eldar or occasional human targets before letting them have it, laughing all the while. Perhaps not the brightest bulb on the tree, Hot Dog is none the less a good soldier and a valued support and can always be counted on to lead the cheers of "Bravo!"'when the band plays. He thinks that's how the Squad got their name. Not exactly a comedian but a much loved character who is always at the heart of the action whatever the situation.
Private "Johnston" Johnston- Johnston is the longest serving member of Bravo. Longer even than Hemingway himself. His horn is probably the founding instrument of the band along with whatever now forgotten, long since replaced players and soldiers who have all come and gone. The oldest and first of three Johnstons in the squad he has secured the name for himself alone leaving the others to make a name for themselves if they can. Having joined the PDF as a bugle boy many years ago Johnston has skilfully avoided promotion (if not medals and recommendations) time and again to keep his spot in Bravo and more importantly in the band. Without Johnston's inspiration in song writing and wide ranging repertoire of popular tunes it is unlikely the band would exist at all.
Private "Godot" Johnston- A quiet and considered soul, possessed of infinite patience and exacting perfectionism, Godot is probably one of the more technically skilled and proficient musicians in the band. The kind of guy who can pick up and play almost any instrument however his weapon of choice when the lasguns are down is a complicated multi-stringed instrument that takes an age to tune and the rest of the band often feel like they are forever waiting for him. However his virtuosity makes it well worth the wait.
Private "Fingers" Johnston- The fingers of this old organ grinder are known for much more than their skill on the keys. With a hand in every pie and a finger in the rest when it comes to acquiring the tools, parts, or people to get the job (almost any job) done Fingers is your guy. Twice reprimanded on counts of petty larceny and redirection of supplies this private has gotten much better in recent years at getting away with it. A writer, poet and all round thespian he has talked his way out of many a sticky situation.
Private "Shooter" Gibson - probably the best shot and the best all round soldier of the squad Shooter is also a solid support musician. With plenty of experience and confidence on both the battlefield and the stage he lends bravo some much needed battle sense in the field and a solid backing for the band's more eccentric members to work off. He isn't one for big art works but keeps a private sketchbook for his personal interest.
Private "Stiller" Smiff- is it Smith? Schmidt? Or Smiff? No-one really knows, the man has no teeth and no desire to clear up the confusion: he's not even a native of Makara. Regardless of his real name or where he originated everyone in Bravo calls him Stiller for one very particular skill. The man is the probably the greatest Moonshiner in the galaxy. Claiming to have distilled the produce of a hundred worlds by the light of two hundred moons, Stiller is a master of the improvisation of libations. All his wealth of experience abroad, in countless PDFs, trading ships and mercenary units (if half his stories are to be believed) comes to the fore on the battlefield and he seems to have a solution for almost any tactical problem. Improvisation is his greatest skill and the reason he has lasted this long in the grim dark universe. He whittles, tinkers, carves, etches and sculpts little masterpieces from the most unlikely of materials, often to the delight of Hemingway who has saved the man from deportation on numerous occasions. When the distilled liquids flow Stiller is a dab-hand at the improvisation of musical instruments too, accompanying the band on everything from spoons to bullet riddled armour plating.
Commissar Doyle:
Spoiler:
Age: 68 / Hair colour: Silver / Eyes: Dark / Skin tone: Weathered
They say “Those who can’t, teach.”, but in the Commissariat it certainly couldn’t be further from the truth. Once a commissar is proven on the battlefield, they are often given cadets to take charge of, and improve into full commissars, weeding out the unfit and those proficient in other areas.
Doyle ended up in charge of a small squad of cadets, only one of whom ever survived to make full commissar. Seen as an expendable resource by foolish generals, his squad was sent repeatedly into suicidal deployments, in hope of encouraging the guard they served alongside.
By the twelfth, he had lost one of his legs and an eye, replaced by reliable but not terribly high end bionics. By the time he lost count, he had also lost all but one of his cadets, his other leg, and a severe headwound cost him the function of his short term memory.
With time, he recovered from the injuries, and with more time and therapy, his memory (mostly) returned. The Commissariat in the meantime withdrew him from active service and out of respect for his service, offered him a choice of either teaching at the local schola, or serving with a PDF. Never one to sit still, he chose the PDF.
He is diligent in his position, but still suffers from some short term memory damage. He rarely remembers the names of the troopers around him, but it is forgivable as remembers every one of their faces, their stories and the secrets they confide in him, when he offers counsel. it would be unwise to consider him anything other than dangerously sharp, despite his inability to remember what day it is.
Doyle has no preferred weapon, being effectively trained in most pistols and melee weapons available to the guard. The stigma and respect attached to a bolt pistol are a commissar’s friend and enemy, and he is well aware of this.
He is able to cope with the strange terrain and gravity of Makara, despite not being native, due to his bionic legs. They are not as sophisticated or visible as those of tech priests, but he copes well with them.
Heavy weapons squad autocannons:
Spoiler:
Strength: Full
Wargear: Autocannons and lasguns.
Current members:
Gunner 1: Alenzo Van
Loader: Gage "Lucky" Smith
Gunner 2: Jeremiah Maxwell
Loader: Benjamin Green
Gunner 3: Joshua Green
Loader: Milo Tackett
A newly recruited heavy weapons team attached to Bravo Platoon, Heavy Weapons Squad Alpha has already begun to make a name for themselves in the regiment. At first glance they appear to be boringly normal, one might even call these guardsmen forgettable. Those who do so quickly find themselves eating their words when these men open fire. They seem to have a gift when it comes to fighting the enemies of man, finding weak points in armor that most guardsmen would never see. This amazing skill has already brought the attention of the regiment's command upon them, but if they notice, the squad doesn't comment on it, they continue to efficiently and swiftly crush the enemies of man.
Leman Russ Demolisher:TAKEN
Leman Russ Battle Tank: Ole Jack
Spoiler:
Name: Ol' Jack
Years Of Service: 25+
Hair Colour: N/A *None left*
Eye Colour: Blue
Possibly one of the oldest individuals in the regiment, he was originally Conscripted into the PDF at the age of 16 as an alternative to an extremely long jail sentence for an undisclosed crime. He was originally attached to the Armoured elements of the PDF due to their high mortality rate resulting in an extremely low intake of volunteers, his initial survival was made ever more remarkable due to the amount of reports and disciplinary actions taken against him during his youth, especially those by commissars (he has suffered more than one flogging). His coincidently extremely long service time is partially due to additional service time added for minor misdemeanour's and no other known occupation in civilian life. The fact he commands his own Leman Russ is not so much a reflection of ability, more to do with his long service and the fact due to battlefield consequences, he's been forced to replace his own commander on more than one occasion.
Well known by fellow soldiers for being able to supply many rare and often banned items and intoxicants, he is also known for his reliance on dutch courage. It's also suspiciously common for him to *accidently* fire stray Battle Cannon rounds close to Commissars or Commanders who have been delving into his activities too much. Also a crews steering abilities degrade rather quickly once placed under command of Ol' Jack.
That all said, his combat abilities have been proven invaluable time and time again. Many raiding ork warbands have been routed by the concentrated fire coming from his vehicles and he has been known to charge head first into the fray, crushing orks under his tracks to shock them into retreating. This is another possible explanation into why he is still yet to be hanging from a nearby gallows. Because of this, especially among the younger troopers, the sight of Ol' Jack rumbling onto the battlefield can be a bolster to the troops morale as the grizzled old man makes his way towards the front.
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2015/10/16 20:24:01
Subject: Re:Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Il take the priest.
Not be hard to write a quicker character bio, I've done a good on one for a inquisitors regiment.
Priest combat capable?
Ie maybe a guard veteran or trained up?
This message was edited 1 time. Last update was at 2015/10/16 20:41:22
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
2015/10/16 22:39:27
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Awesome! You can make up how ever you want with it being a PDF from a backworld. Two figures I have, one has a laspistol with club, another with a giant two handed hammer I use as an Evisirator.
2015/10/17 17:48:03
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Two handed hammer, im thinking preist who to escape a enemy becomes a lower and more local priest on some backwater world, but takes his huge hammer with him as one reminder of his past
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
2015/10/17 18:09:39
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
2015/10/17 21:12:27
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Opening file report
DESIGNATE PLANETARY DEFENCE FORCE TROOPER #882561624
Name: Willard Smith
Rank: Lieutenant Adjutant (Master of Ordnance)
Years of service: 12
Pay Grade: 240 Thrones x0.12%, plus Injury Pay (100 Thrones) per month = 368.80 Thrones monthly (Sigma Tier)
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Blood Type: O+
Eye Colour: Brown
Attached to: Company Command Squad
Wargear: Autogun, auto pistol, rangefinder device, vox-caster
Service Record: Lieutenant Adjutant Smith initially served in the Planetary Defence Force Air Cadets, training to be a Arvus Lighter or Valkyrie pilot. He worked as part of the Airmobile Evacuation and Assistance Corps, responsible for ferrying injured and wounded civilians from dangerous natural disasters and civil wars. Smith was a valuable asset to his corps, with exceptional eyesight, distance gauging and medical knowledge. When the planet was called upon to make the Imperial Tithe, Smith was drafted in for the 177th Airborne Regiment with youthful eagerness and desire to see beyond the natural disasters plaguing his homeworld.
Such natural disasters brought his dreams crashing down, as well as the Arvus Lighter he was aboard.
The week before he was due to set out to the stars, a freak electrical storm swept in, disabling his craft and bringing it crashing down. Smith was lucky to survive with only a few broken bones and mild brain damage, but his dreams of leaving the planet were over.
The then-Warrant Officer suffered badly from the crash, exhibiting signs of PTSD, permanent paranoia and fear of storms. His Regiment Commander, with a heavy heart, honourably discharged the Warrant Officer and assigned him to the Planetary Defence Force, trying to get as much military training out of Smith as he could.
Promoted to the rank of Lieutenent Adjutant, Smith excelled in his role of calling in aerial bombing assets, honed from years of pinpointing earthquake and avalanche victims from his Valkyrie. He still had his advanced skills as a pilot, and even his medical skills and vox-operating training retained their edge, with Smith serving admirably in either capacity. When his squad embark on aerial transports, Smith often tries to enter the cockpit, assisting the pilots however he can: usually with a strong harness attached to him.
However, it has been noted that he refuses to fight in inclement weather or heavy bombardment, instead sheltering under whatever cover he can find and randomly guessing co-ordinates to relay back to his bomber teams.
Luckily, Smith has not caused any deaths yet with his "guessed" shots.
ADDENDUM: The Priests and Commissariat remain vigilant for signs of cowardice or lack of appropriate devotion to the God-Emperor.
They/them
2015/10/21 11:54:06
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Apologies for delays on getting this written, but I needed to think of some cool plot points for him. I think this is pretty cool, a traumatised ex-pilot who is deathly afraid of storms and loud noises and guesstimates his aerial bombardments. Not sure if I'd like to be in front of him in a battle though...
They/them
2015/10/21 13:26:25
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
I'll try to write some stuff for the heavy weapons squad up this weekend. I will not be as lazy as in the crusade
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
2015/10/21 23:22:14
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Heavy Weapons Squad Alpha
Current Status: Attached to Platoon Bravo
Strength: Full
Wargear: Autocannons and lasguns.
Current members:
Gunner 1: Alenzo Van
Loader: Gage "Lucky" Smith
Gunner 2: Jeremiah Maxwell
Loader: Benjamin Green
Gunner 3: Joshua Green
Loader: Milo Tackett
A newly recruited heavy weapons team attached to Bravo Platoon, Heavy Weapons Squad Alpha has already begun to make a name for themselves in the regiment. At first glance they appear to be boringly normal, one might even call these guardsmen forgettable. Those who do so quickly find themselves eating their words when these men open fire. They seem to have a gift when it comes to fighting the enemies of man, finding weak points in armor that most guardsmen would never see. This amazing skill has already brought the attention of the regiment's command upon them, but if they notice, the squad doesn't comment on it, they continue to efficiently and swiftly crush the enemies of man.
There's my little bit of fluff. I'm terrible with names, and I hope the fluff isn't too Mary-Sueish, I just wanted them to be a little more special since they're a heavy weapons squad.
TheEyeOfNight- I swear, this thread is 70% smack talk, 20% RP organization, and 10% butt jokes
TheEyeOfNight- "Ordo Xenos reports that the Necrons have attained democracy, kamikaze tendencies, and nuclear fission. It's all tits up, sir."
Space Marine flyers are shaped for the greatest possible air resistance so that the air may never defeat the SPACE MARINES!
Sternguard though, those guys are all about kicking ass. They'd chew bubble gum as well, but bubble gum is heretical. Only tau chew gum
2015/10/22 09:04:53
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Apologies for delays on getting this written, but I needed to think of some cool plot points for him. I think this is pretty cool, a traumatised ex-pilot who is deathly afraid of storms and loud noises and guesstimates his aerial bombardments. Not sure if I'd like to be in front of him in a battle though...
This is so great, thanks for everyone. Keep it going, we need to make fluff for the planet too and name it and the PDF.
2015/10/22 15:01:20
Subject: Re:Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Name: Ivan Germanous
Rank: Confesser, Master of the Chapel divine. ,
Years of service: 5 on planet, 6 decades prior.
Pay Grade: Covered by the Cardinal. No pay on PDF roll
Hair Colour: Grey, Balding.
Blood Type: B Negative.
Eye Colour: Green
Attached to: PDF Unit as a whole.
Wargear: War Hammer (blessed), Dagger, Auto pistol (full auto) Loud hailer + portable vox unit (short range)
Skill level: Trained warrior, Strong mental fortitude.
My name is confesser Ivan Germanous and this is my story.
I Began as a Novice on a Cardinal world, served in the great cathedral serving the bishop, many years passed until heresy came, chapels burned, witches ran rampant and chaos was unleashed. The sisterhood retook the world, many burned in the fires of purity but not before the man i served was killed by warp lighting. as he lay dieing i swore to fight the heretic. so i joined the witch hunters, Inquisitors, Hunted the foul beings wherever they dwelled. Many died by my hand, hundreds burned before my eyes and the hate consumed.
My order was zelous, Another order acused ours of heresy, there was a great trial, a stitch up to take the power we held, only i now live of my order. i got word of the kill order and fled, only able to take a few things of my many tools and weapons, the Hammer and a small book, not a jewaled text but the first book i had, torn, worn and still stained with my masters blood. a Holy relic beyond value to me.
Now reminded of my past, i came to be a simple priest on this planet after hitching a ride with a passing trader, i care for the PDF, ease there woes, in happy times marry, and war give the last rites. Faith is the greatest guard vs the witch, i have not forgotten my faith and past. the Last witch hunter of the Red order, long may the impirum reign.
Spoiler:
Pretty simple guy, grim past who is very protective of his men, a raging hatred of enemy witches and extreme will power. attends to the basic needs of faith in peace and leads the mens morale in war, up front splitting skills with his mighty hammer. a good preist as anyone could want in the guard.
Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
2015/10/23 02:03:20
Subject: Re:Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
quote]Name: Willard Smith
Rank: Lieutenant Adjutant (Master of Ordnance)
Years of service: 12
Pay Grade: 240 Thrones x0.12%, plus Injury Pay (100 Thrones) per month = 368.80 Thrones monthly (Sigma Tier)
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Blood Type: O+
Eye Colour: Brown
Attached to: Company Command Squad
Wargear: Autogun, auto pistol, rangefinder device, vox-caster
Service Record: Lieutenant Adjutant Smith initially served in the Planetary Defence Force Air Cadets, training to be a Arvus Lighter or Valkyrie pilot. He worked as part of the Airmobile Evacuation and Assistance Corps, responsible for ferrying injured and wounded civilians from dangerous natural disasters and civil wars. Smith was a valuable asset to his corps, with exceptional eyesight, distance gauging and medical knowledge. When the planet was called upon to make the Imperial Tithe, Smith was drafted in for the 177th Airborne Regiment with youthful eagerness and desire to see beyond the natural disasters plaguing his homeworld.
Such natural disasters brought his dreams crashing down, as well as the Arvus Lighter he was aboard.
The week before he was due to set out to the stars, a freak electrical storm swept in, disabling his craft and bringing it crashing down. Smith was lucky to survive with only a few broken bones and mild brain damage, but his dreams of leaving the planet were over.
The then-Warrant Officer suffered badly from the crash, exhibiting signs of PTSD, permanent paranoia and fear of storms. His Regiment Commander, with a heavy heart, honourably discharged the Warrant Officer and assigned him to the Planetary Defence Force, trying to get as much military training out of Smith as he could.
Promoted to the rank of Lieutenent Adjutant, Smith excelled in his role of calling in aerial bombing assets, honed from years of pinpointing earthquake and avalanche victims from his Valkyrie. He still had his advanced skills as a pilot, and even his medical skills and vox-operating training retained their edge, with Smith serving admirably in either capacity. When his squad embark on aerial transports, Smith often tries to enter the cockpit, assisting the pilots however he can: usually with a strong harness attached to him.
However, it has been noted that he refuses to fight in inclement weather or heavy bombardment, instead sheltering under whatever cover he can find and randomly guessing co-ordinates to relay back to his bomber teams.
Luckily, Smith has not caused any deaths yet with his "guessed" shots.
ADDENDUM: The Priests and Commissariat remain vigilant for signs of cowardice or lack of appropriate devotion to the God-Emperor.
What is great about this, is he has yet to bring down death on his own men on the field. The air strikes have taken out a few scout marines though.
2015/10/23 06:51:31
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
I have put up some fluff on the planet itself to help some of you guys, those that have written stuff thank you! I have posted it on the first page as spoilers for easy access, this is coming along great. Thank you.
2015/10/26 12:21:35
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Name: Willard Smith
Rank: Lieutenant Adjutant (Master of Ordnance)
Years of service: 12
Pay Grade: 240 Thrones x0.12%, plus Injury Pay (100 Thrones) per month = 368.80 Thrones monthly (Sigma Tier)
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Blood Type: O+
Eye Colour: Brown
Attached to: Company Command Squad
Wargear: Autogun, auto pistol, rangefinder device, vox-caster
Service Record: Lieutenant Adjutant Smith initially served in the Planetary Defence Force Air Cadets, training to be a Arvus Lighter or Valkyrie pilot. He worked as part of the Airmobile Evacuation and Assistance Corps, responsible for ferrying injured and wounded civilians from dangerous natural disasters and civil wars. Smith was a valuable asset to his corps, with exceptional eyesight, distance gauging and medical knowledge. When the planet was called upon to make the Imperial Tithe, Smith was drafted in for the 177th Airborne Regiment with youthful eagerness and desire to see beyond the natural disasters plaguing his homeworld.
Such natural disasters brought his dreams crashing down, as well as the Arvus Lighter he was aboard.
The week before he was due to set out to the stars, a freak electrical storm swept in, disabling his craft and bringing it crashing down. Smith was lucky to survive with only a few broken bones and mild brain damage, but his dreams of leaving the planet were over.
The then-Warrant Officer suffered badly from the crash, exhibiting signs of PTSD, permanent paranoia and fear of storms. His Regiment Commander, with a heavy heart, honourably discharged the Warrant Officer and assigned him to the Planetary Defence Force, trying to get as much military training out of Smith as he could.
Promoted to the rank of Lieutenent Adjutant, Smith excelled in his role of calling in aerial bombing assets, honed from years of pinpointing earthquake and avalanche victims from his Valkyrie. He still had his advanced skills as a pilot, and even his medical skills and vox-operating training retained their edge, with Smith serving admirably in either capacity. When his squad embark on aerial transports, Smith often tries to enter the cockpit, assisting the pilots however he can: usually with a strong harness attached to him.
However, it has been noted that he refuses to fight in inclement weather or heavy bombardment, instead sheltering under whatever cover he can find and randomly guessing co-ordinates to relay back to his bomber teams.
Luckily, Smith has not caused any deaths yet with his "guessed" shots.
ADDENDUM: The Priests and Commissariat remain vigilant for signs of cowardice or lack of appropriate devotion to the God-Emperor.
What is great about this, is he has yet to bring down death on his own men on the field. The air strikes have taken out a few scout marines though.
Lieutenant Adjutant Smith strikes again!
A kill with every shot, 100% kill ratio! (Warning: not all kills are from enemy forces)
They/them
2015/10/26 23:11:03
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
And with a nod to theCrowe, Commissar Doyle as he would appear if I ever gave him this much bio.
Commissar Doyle: Age: 68 / Hair colour: Silver / Eyes: Dark / Skin tone: Weathered
They say “Those who can’t, teach.”, but in the Commissariat it certainly couldn’t be further from the truth. Once a commissar is proven on the battlefield, they are often given cadets to take charge of, and improve into full commissars, weeding out the unfit and those proficient in other areas.
Doyle ended up in charge of a small squad of cadets, only one of whom ever survived to make full commissar. Seen as an expendable resource by foolish generals, his squad was sent repeatedly into suicidal deployments, in hope of encouraging the guard they served alongside.
By the twelfth, he had lost one of his legs and an eye, replaced by reliable but not terribly high end bionics. By the time he lost count, he had also lost all but one of his cadets, his other leg, and a severe headwound cost him the function of his short term memory.
With time, he recovered from the injuries, and with more time and therapy, his memory (mostly) returned. The Commissariat in the meantime withdrew him from active service and out of respect for his service, offered him a choice of either teaching at the local schola, or serving with a PDF. Never one to sit still, he chose the PDF.
He is diligent in his position, but still suffers from some short term memory damage. He rarely remembers the names of the troopers around him, but it is forgivable as remembers every one of their faces, their stories and the secrets they confide in him, when he offers counsel. it would be unwise to consider him anything other than dangerously sharp, despite his inability to remember what day it is.
Doyle has no preferred weapon, being effectively trained in most pistols and melee weapons available to the guard. The stigma and respect attached to a bolt pistol are a commissar’s friend and enemy, and he is well aware of this.
He is able to cope with the strange terrain and gravity of Makara, despite not being native, due to his bionic legs. They are not as sophisticated or visible as those of tech priests, but he copes well with them.
I would be honored to serve the Makara PDF as gunner commander of the lascannon team.
Gunner Wilhelm Katczinsky
Age: 38 years, standard
Hair color: brown
Eye color: blue
Sergeant Katczinsky is assigned to a lascannon team of the ?th company of the Makara PDF. He is older than many of his fellow guardsmen, and a veteran of more battles than most men of his rank. His longevity springs from a combination of luck and an increased distance from the deadly orks, who inflict heavy casualties upon infantry units. He is as yet undistinguished on the battlefield, but beloved by his squad mates for his fantastic ability to miraculously produce food in even the most desperate of situations. Katczinsky has named his squad Striking Sailfish for their ability to quickly cripple an armored ork charge, much like how a local predator, the Makara Sailfish, launches lightning quick attacks on the powerful orca pods that traverse Makara's oceans. However, the rest of the company has nicknamed the squad The Killer Kikios after Katczinsky somehow produced an entire fresh Kikios on patrol over 80 miles from the nearest ocean.
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2015/10/27 14:55:49
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
Name: Ol' Jack
Years Of Service: 25+
Hair Colour: N/A *None left*
Eye Colour: Blue
Possibly one of the oldest individuals in the regiment, he was originally Conscripted into the PDF at the age of 16 as an alternative to an extremely long jail sentence for an undisclosed crime. He was originally attached to the Armoured elements of the PDF due to their high mortality rate resulting in an extremely low intake of volunteers, his initial survival was made ever more remarkable due to the amount of reports and disciplinary actions taken against him during his youth, especially those by commissars (he has suffered more than one flogging). His coincidently extremely long service time is partially due to additional service time added for minor misdemeanour's and no other known occupation in civilian life. The fact he commands his own Leman Russ is not so much a reflection of ability, more to do with his long service and the fact due to battlefield consequences, he's been forced to replace his own commander on more than one occasion.
Well known by fellow soldiers for being able to supply many rare and often banned items and intoxicants, he is also known for his reliance on dutch courage. It's also suspiciously common for him to *accidently* fire stray Battle Cannon rounds close to Commissars or Commanders who have been delving into his activities too much. Also a crews steering abilities degrade rather quickly once placed under command of Ol' Jack.
That all said, his combat abilities have been proven invaluable time and time again. Many raiding ork warbands have been routed by the concentrated fire coming from his vehicles and he has been known to charge head first into the fray, crushing orks under his tracks to shock them into retreating. This is another possible explanation into why he is still yet to be hanging from a nearby gallows. Because of this, especially among the younger troopers, the sight of Ol' Jack rumbling onto the battlefield can be a bolster to the troops morale as the grizzled old man makes his way towards the front.
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2015/10/27 15:53:05
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
I love how.most of these guys are older. Fits the models as almost all of them have grey beards. Enjoying the world background being worked in as well.
Good thing I tend to put the Lehman russ at the back lines with their driving ability.
2015/10/27 17:07:31
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
I think of PDF a little like Dad's Army / the home guard, as they tend to ship battle-ready imperials off to the IG. It'd make sense that PDF are a little older, younger, or in the case of Doyle, effectively sidelined for his own safety.
I chose bionic legs as if he's wearing regular clothing, it's pretty indistinguishable in terms of modelling.
Yeah there the ones who are well good enough for PDF but ng whatever reason not guard standard, by bad service records, age, instability, I like slightly broken characters that are not always the shiny perfect hero,s. }
plenty of room for character and abit more fun.
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Sgt. Vanden - OOC Hey, that was your doing. I didn't choose to fly in the "Dongerprise'.
"May the odds be ever in your favour"
Hybrid Son Of Oxayotl wrote:
I have no clue how Dakka's moderation work. I expect it involves throwing a lot of d100 and looking at many random tables.
FudgeDumper - It could be that you are just so uncomfortable with the idea of your chapters primarch having his way with a docile tyranid spore cyst, that you must deny they have any feelings at all.
2015/10/27 17:33:23
Subject: Insert yourself into my PDF, help me create fluff. Ill tell you how your guys did on the table top
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