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He's not always violently deranged, but he will do absolutely whatever his commander tells him. If told to stop, he stops.

Name: Rogue-Priest Cvask Albahk
Gender: Male
Age: 51
Appearance:
He is a tall, lean man.
He has shaggy unruly long hair with half of his hair being the deepest midnight black and the other half of his hair being starch white naturally.
He has a lean face, with hollow cheeks, a curled and predatorial grin that is plastered upon his face and an ugly rugged scar that claws itself across the left side of his cheek. He has deep red-black eyes.
He has a bullet wound upon his right shoulder from a Bolter round, and his left hand right up to his elbow is rippled with horrific scar tissue, with various cuts of different lengths protruding from his skin.
He has powerfully built legs, more so than his arms.
On his left breast he sports a coiling dragon tattoo which reaches from his left breast that trails all the way to the other head of the dragon that ends on his elbow.

Preferred equipment:
A customized fitting mech suit which coils around him. In appearance it looks like a torn down version of Power armour or a miniature dreadnought. In actuality, it is a custom-built and made suit that can hold his gear and contains a low-quality stasis field that can hold small arms fire such as a las-round or an auto-pistol round. It is useless against actual hard shelled rounds such as Bolter-fire (which is where he get's his bullet wound from). It also supports a small in-laid chute which supports his running ability and makes him more agile in his armour.
A dual bladed long-staff with power daggers fastened upon each end. The staff itself is made out of in-laid admantum and steel that can withstand his grip. Coiled around the pole is the
A Bolt Pistol with a customised grip to withstand his metal grip.

Personality:
He is a staunchy loyal comrade, although he is very straight to the point. He is very strict and is loyal to the Emperor vastly. He is quieter, and an observer of people, but is intellectual and will always see the best in people. He is definitely not a leader, but is a good soldier when used wisely and well.

Bio:
Cvask grew up on the World of Menereth, in the region bordering Segmentum Tempestus and Pacifius. Menereth is a moon-hive world that was ripe with corruption and was lawless, and Cvask only survived the gruelling conditions and the constant violent gangs by being taken in by a wise old man who was named only as the Colonel; one of the many people to have retired from the Guard service. Under his care he had twelve students, including Cvask. Cvask was the most adept at the skills with his fighting drills, able to floor all of them in hand-to-hand combat. Although he never had any patience for shooting drills and often missed the targets. He trained for the first fifteen years of his life within the confines of the lower ground ecclarisary church practising with blade, las-rifles and mental training so he could escape the horrors of hive life and join the Imperial Guard.
Despite the wishes of the Colonel, Cvask stayed with the Colonel for the last few weeks of his life when Cvask was seventeen, missing the conscription deadline that all of his other foster brothers and sisters made. He was the only one left and stayed behind, burying his foster father and taking care of the church. A few years later, he found a small notebook containing a list of names and other insignias that were made by the Colonel. He found out that those names were actually the names of Cults and the traitors who led the particular organisations.
For the next ten years, Cvask used the knowledge of battle that the Colonel had reached him and applied it to killing the cultists. For a decade he hunted the mutants, traitors and blasphemous worshippers all throughout the hive planet, honing his skills of martial prowess. He also took a day-time job at the local manufactory in order to have the funds to keep the church alive, and there he found out that he had a special knack for assembling and customising objects with his hands.
The time loomed though, and when he was 32 the Cultists of the particularly notorious organisation named the 'Three fangs' burned his church and every memory he ever had. With a fury that rivalled that of the Cultists themselves, Cvask hid within the manufactory and created with pain-staking compromise a suit of armour. Using every ounce of knowledge he had left, he stole, begged, borrowed and transformed every piece of equipment he could to create the new suit and weapon that would come to be his trade-mark.
In the two months that followed, Cvask's vendetta against the Three Fangs cult burned the city. Members were killed in their sleep, shipping supplies were destroyed and wide-spread massacres occurred. It finally led to the assassination of the Three Prongs leader; Cibil Kane. For three hours the two duelled, in which Kane put a bolt-round through Cvask's shoulder. It ended when Cvask plunged the sharpened pole through Kane's heart, and so ended his wrath.
Five years after the events of what was known as the 'Saint's Justice', Cvask was approached by some pilgrims who were wanting to make the voyage all the way to Saint Sabbats home world of Hagia. Having no other home left, he agreed and with his suit of armour became an unofficial man of the cloth. With a small mercenary band of ex-soldier pilgrims, he was given as gratitude for his service's silver dagger, once the pilgrim's own blades in the Guard. One was rumoured to be from none other than the Tanith silver-blade itself. With a bit of tinkering, he used what electrical wires and other trinkets he could as well as the sword that the Colonel had given him, and together made his own power-staff, tipped at once with the legendary silver blade and the other end his Colonel's blade as he used it in the Mordian Ironguard.
Since then he has been protecting pilgrim masses, collecting trinkets and totems from them as payment. From one, he gained a rare double edged razor-wire, and from another pilgrim he collected grab-chutes. His plan is to reach Hagia in the Segmentum Pacifius region before his lifetime ends.
He was fighting against a band of Chaos cultists in his armour when out of the blue an inquisitor appears and kills the leader that was sneaking around to stab him in the back. The Inquisitor promised that he would reach Hagia before his lifetime ends, but for now the Emperor and the Imperium needs his aid now more than ever. He agreed and is now following the Inquisitor on the Emperor's Duty.

Skills:
He is adept in combat and lightning strikes as well as guerrilla warfare (Think of him as a futuristic ninja).
He is adept in piloting small vehicles such as Sentinels and his suit with ease.
He is adept also in creating and managing items.
He is hopeless at shooting, so makes up for it by getting close and pressing the bolt-pistol to the enemies head.
Also really bad at prolonged fights and sieges.

Very nice app, we have our religious guy!

I would join, but seeing the fembelf /salute causes me to cringe violently, making it difficult to type.

 Ashiraya wrote:
I would join, but seeing the fembelf /salute causes me to cringe violently, making it difficult to type.

Working as intended, then.

if there's room enough (I assume you want to keep this relatively small), I'd like to join.

 King Pariah wrote:
if there's room enough (I assume you want to keep this relatively small), I'd like to join.

Still room for two or so people.

i'll join if you'll take me.

 the shrouded lord wrote:
i'll join if you'll take me.

Sure. Keep in mind that several roles have already been taken, so no Astartes, Assassin, Psyker or Pariah/Blank.

hmmm, perhaps, maybe, umm, no, not that, ummm, ooh, i got's an idea.

Good. As long as it's not a physics (wait, 't is 40K), lore defying Mary Stu, it should be alright

Name: Uriah Xanthis
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Appearance: Physically fit, dark skin with blonde hair and green eyes, missing ring finger on left hand,

Preferred equipment: Laspistol. boltgun with attached grenade launcher, power maul, knife
Personality: Stubborn in his beliefs, he often seems cold and uncaring holding the concepts of Justice, the Law, and for the Greater Good of the Imperium over all. He is quite unforgiving and a complete hardass. Cynicism and sarcasm do flow from his lips from time to time.
Bio: As a lad, he was a hard nose, no nonsense individual, driven and impeccable. Born and raised on some forgotten Imperial World, Uriah - perhaps out of desperation to escape the poverty he lived in - joined the planet's local police academy. Initially an astounding student, he aroused the ire of his classmates with his no nonsense attitude and his insistence that they stay pure soldiers of the Emperor going so far as to report his entire barracks whenever he came across something he believed to be illegal or heretical in nature. His persistence, and his willingness to resort to extreme violence to fix devious behaviors arose discussion from first his instructors, and then the heads of his academy of whether or not he should be sent to the Adeptus Arbites and be trained into becoming an Arbitrator. This was expedited when one day, he single handedly isolated and barricaded his own barracks when he overheard some of his classmates discussing other gods than the God Emperor. With no regard to the demands outside that he open up the barracks, Uriah subdued his classmates with a stolen Las pistol (which he keeps to this day) and began interrogating them one by one. By the time his barricades were breached, Uriah had executed a full half of those who were in the barracks and had uncovered some unholy literature which he handed over when he was immediately arrested and put into interrogation.

For 11 long days he was thoroughly questioned and tortured - during which he lost his ring finger - and ultimately proved to be of pure and noble nature. He was immediately recommended to the Arbites and was accepted after his recovery from the interrogation. He refused to have his ring finger bionically replaced - unlike his eyes and portions of his right and left arms - stating that it served as a constant reminder, "of the price of justice, the dangers of knowledge, and the unwariness of the common people." He grew to make a rising star amongst the Arbitrators seeming to have a nose and a keen eye for heresy and other actions unworthy of the God Emperor.
Skills:
-Exceptional: Detective work/Investigating/extracting information... "usual" Arbitrator work
-Good: Shooting
-Good: Melee
-Poor/bad: Social Skills. Of course, he thinks he's great at getting people to talk

sorta used Dark Heresy to create this guy.

Name: Arliana Kulmen
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Appearance: Always hooded, face shadowed. Fragile physique.

Preferred equipment: Simple green robes, staff.
Personality: Enigmatic. Inquisitive. Disciplined.
Bio: Astropath. Talented, highly educated. Assigned to the Inquisition. Most records lost, originates from a world since conquered by the Orks.
Skills:
-Exceptional: Psychic powers, especially communication.
-Good: Diplomacy. Social skills.
-Good: Mathematics and other high-class education.
-Poor/bad: Combat. Physical ability. Resilience. Speed.

You'll have to change your avatar though. WTB Spy back.

Name: julius calcemo.
Gender: male.
Age: 23
Appearance: not particularly large, rather skinny. Black hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.
Preferred equipment: thin ceramite armour, over flak.
Heavy machine gun (solid rounds).
Personality: young, loyal, high level of initiative, but usually chooses to follow orders thoroughly. Cares for the lives of his men, and records show that to be a good thing.
Bio: when the tau came to his home world, the planetary governor surrendered to their wishes. Julius refused to bow down to his alien overlords, and suffered three years jail for punching a tax collector in the face.
After his sentence, he led his people in revolt, and by the time imperial forces arived to what they thought would be a long, re-capture campaign, only to find the world in the custody of julius's forces.
Skills:
-Exceptional: using a heavy machine gun while under pressure, strain, or injury.
-Good: ignoring pain.
-Good: talker.
Poor/bad: sharpshooting.

we needed a 'guy with big-arsed gun'

 the shrouded lord wrote:
Name: julius calcemo.
Gender: male.
Age: 23
Appearance: not particularly large, rather skinny. Black hair. Blue eyes. Pale skin.
Preferred equipment: thin ceramite armour, over flak.
Heavy machine gun (solid rounds).
Personality: young, loyal, high level of initiative, but usually chooses to follow orders thoroughly. Cares for the lives of his men, and records show that to be a good thing.
Bio: when the tau came to his home world, the planetary governor surrendered to their wishes. Julius refused to bow down to his alien overlords, and suffered three years jail for punching a tax collector in the face.
After his sentence, he led his people in revolt, and by the time imperial forces arived to what they thought would be a long, re-capture campaign, only to find the world in the custody of julius's forces.
Skills:
-Exceptional: using a heavy machine gun while under pressure, strain, or injury.
-Good: ignoring pain.
-Good: talker.
Poor/bad: sharpshooting.

we needed a 'guy with big-arsed gun'

Heavy stubber, I assume?

*shrug*

So when is it starting and what is the mission?

 the shrouded lord wrote:
*shrug*

Stubber... not shrugger.

"oh god, it's a heavy shrugger!"

*Shrug*

i meant that i myself hrug, not a correction.

I know, I was making a joke... oh never mind :p

Alright, that's another two acolytes and our astropath! Hopefully we'll start sunday, I've only got wifi for a moment.

whatever the hell we're fightig, it better be ready for 100 bulets devided by 6 second reload times to the face.

And my axe! </Gimli>

Also, I think I'll determine my actions based on dice rolled as though my character is Tigurius. Especially in terms of Psychic powers etc, to give a chance for potential failure.

WWWWRRRRRRYYYYYY! - Says the Eversor

And the zealous chanting and almost ghost like movements of the dual blade striking into their hearts as he bellows the Emperor's will.

"For the emperor!"
*shoots one hundred bullets*
"*pokes puddleof blood that is left of the enemy*
"are ya dead yet?"

anyone who's seen me playing COD (or any other FPS) will know that the very first thing i do is grab the heaviest machine gun. and then i use it.
mwoo ha ha.

I'd advise not doing that, unless you want to turn into some sort of servitor, considering where we're going.

For the Emprah, I will kill whom you wish.