Inquisitor

[Esiphas]

You are my Acolytes. I will use you as tools to a means, beyond your comprehension but every part of your life. You willl not question Orders, only follow them.

You and I will be deploying to the surface of an alien world. The name is unimportant, but you may discover it. Our objective is simple- Hunt down the four heretics who have hidden themselves amongst the people.

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Name-

Gender-

Type-
+pick 1+
- Stormtrooper
- Techpriest
- Ellcusiary Priest (Jward, these guys get Eviscerators as easy as a civillian can get dirt)
- Daemonhost
- Mutant
- Cult Assassin
- Psyker

Wargear- (pick something apropriate for your character. Mutants can get anything they like, but you have to PM me before you can get anything paticularily Rare)

Armour- (anything you like, but again, apropriate. Power armour or anything similar requres PMing)

Mutations- (mutants only)

Psychic Powers- (Psykers and Psychic Daemonhosts Only)(Psykers can have 5 powers, Daemonhosts have varying numbers depending on the type of bound Daemons.)
(Tzeentch- 4)
(Nurgle- 2)
(Slaanesh- 1)
(Undivided- 1
(Khorne- 1 anti-psyker ability)

Daemonic possession- (daemonhosts only) (list you type of Daemon)

Apearance-

Bio-

(If there is anything you want to be/have that i havent covered, PM me.)

Name- Inquisitor Grolynn
Gender- Male
Type- Inquisitor, Ordo Hereticus (Radical)
Wargear- Daemonweapon (Bound Plaugebearer, Eats at flesh, seeps poisonous ooze), Double Barreled Sawn Off Shotgun with Inferno Shells, recoil absorbers (allows me to fire my sawn off 1 handed without any problems)
Armour- Reflective Mail Armour (and Reflective Carapace Plates)
Psychic Powers- Psychic Impell (can push/pull objects/people),
Apearance- Tall, Raggd Grey Hair. The Reflective armour is polished to a Mirror-like Shine. The daemonweapon, in stark contrast, is Rusted, unpolished and drips toxic liquids (when Unsheathed).
Bio- =][= Classified. =][=

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Name- Sylus
Gender- Male
Type- Daemonhost
Psychic Powers- Resist Temptation: Will not be affected by manipulative powers
Daemonic Possession- Bloodthirster of Khorne

Wargear- n/a
Armor-Simple cloth pants.
Appearance- Has already begun to change due to the possession. He has two horns sprouting from the sides of his head and dark blood red eyes. He is chained but allowed to walk on his own to feet for the time being.
Bio- Sylus was once a psyker of the imperium, as punishment for a crime he was sentenced to death. Grolynn requested instead he be used as a host for a mission he had been given.

[virado]

Name: Artellus Solaria (I am literally copy pasting this guy from DH)
Gender: Male
Type Psyker
Wargear:
Staff: A simple psychers staff which stands as tall as Artellis does and is adorned with a golden aquila.
Hand-cannon w/ fire selector: A gun which rivals a bolter for power and knock back but is the size of a las pistol. The fire selector is a triple magazine each of which holds a different type of bullet. Normal heavy caliber rounds, Armor Piercing rounds, and Man-stopper squash rounds.
Chimera pistol sword- A straight one edged blade with a built in pistol. The gun fires small rounds that do not pack a great punch but are still good when fired during melee combat.
Armor Flak coat, and flack jacket.

Psychic Powers
Bio-lightning: Channels and amplifies the bodies natural electricity to fire a deadly bolt.

Seal wound: Closes wounds and staunches bleeding, requires time and concentration so its not a battle power.

Shape Flesh: Allows the complete changing of the body adding things such as wings, quills, claws and shape changing.

Hammerhand: channels pure warp energy into the muscles allowing great feats of strength.

Constrict: think force choke from star wars.

Appearence: Artellus is tall and thin and an albino with long hair. His flak coat is a deep crimson color similar to the tech priests of mars, but instead is adorned with small trinkets, including, a psy-crystal taken from a comet, an emblem of certification as a sanctioned psyker, a small metal flur elise of the sisterhood, half of a gear, and many other things. His face is partially obscured by the psyker helmet upon his face. Artellus is 6"6 almost in his 30's and for some reason dyed his white hair a bright crimson.

Bio- Artellus was born, raised, and served on an imperial strike cruiser. Life was hard and tedious but it satisfying at times. However at around the age of 16 Artellus began to change in strange ways. He was born albino so that was no surprise, but the fact that he stared to constantly loose weight and grew almost to the height of a space marine, coupled with the fact that when he took a piece of shrapnel to the side it barely wounded him. These strange changes saw Artellus handed over to the first Inquisition scout ship that came up. Since then Artellus has served the Inquistion to the letter if not always happily. Artellus was mentally and physically traumatized by his ordeal upon the black ships. As such he stutters terribly and is very mousy. But his old sailor spirit still smolders within him and can be prone to extreme actions that seem strange coming from him. Inquisitor Grolynn is not the first inquisitor Artellus has served under. His previous Inquisitor who Artellus will not name, used him for around four years before discarding him back into the sea of paperwork.

[mina]

Name: Morgana Zilex

Gender-cult assassin/daemonhost
Wargear: Knives, toxins, silenced pistol,

Armour: Lightest possible armor.

Psychic powers: Shape shifiting, banshee like scream, levitation, psychic blasts.

Daemonic posession-Daemon prince of tzeentch.

Appearance: Unknown, she shifts too much for her true form to be knowable.

Bio: -deleted by inquisition because I can't think today.-

[Fleet]

Name- Clemens

Gender-Male

Type- Mutant

Wargear- a bolt pistol.

Armour- Standard issue flak armour

Mutations- his right hand is a huge claw (like a genestealer's).

Appearance- Clemens is small (5 foot 5) and thin. His skin is a pale white apart from his right arm which is a deep purple. His flak armour is green and has been modified because of his right arm. Clemens refuses to wear his helmet so has been shaved bald.

Bio- Clemens' never met his parents because he was looked after by a strange, homeless monk. The monk never said how he had got hold of Clemens but Clemens thinks the monk stole him as that was how the monk acquired food. When he was 15 he had yet to speak a word and would only nod or shake his head in terms of communication and one day the monk didn't come home with food but had an evil look in his eye.
Clemens couldn't control what happened next- the monk drew a huge knife and lunged at Clemens only to find Clemens to crush his head in his huge claw. Clemens then in a blur of hunger started to feast on the man's remains.
10 years later he met an acolyte who's job was to find recruits for an inquistor and unfortunately for Clemens he beat sense into him and he was now trained so that the attack that happened on another recruit would not happen again...
Clemens though mute can think and believes himself to be a genestealer hybrid. But after all this training he has found himself loyally faithful to the inquistor and would happily die for him...

[Esiphas]

(daaw, i have a bodyguard... Ok, we can start up.)

Groylynn stood, overlooking a lanet from orbit. 'Disgusting heretics, hiding amongst the innocent. There will be many a torching...; He turned to his Acolytes. 'Are you prepared?'

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"Give me their BLOOD!" a chained and muzzled figure says. Looking at him, none would believe he was human.

[mina]

A woman sleek like a shadow with dark grey skin and blue hair slips out from the corner with brands that circle her body like a writing moving as she walks her form barely clad as she moves her hair seems to shift to a deeper color and suddenly it is up and away from her serpentine face. Her lips purse as she kneels before Grolynn smiling her teeth glistening "My lord, I am at your service and prepared."

[virado]

"I-i-i am m-m-y l-lord." squeaked the tall psyker. Artellus was visibly nervous having a daemonhost in the same room as him and his eyes constantly darted back and forth between the Inquisitor and the daemonhost. " I shall ser-r-rve the Inqu-qu-qusition well."

[Esiphas]

'And you Clemens? No, why do i ask, you are always ready. Faithful to the last. Excellent. And artellus, do not panic about the daemonhosts, i assure you, should they break thier wards, my strength is sufficient enough to bind them anew.' He guetured to a door on the left. 'Make your way to the shuttle. I shall meet you there in 10 minutes.'

Ten minutes later, to the second, Grolynn arrived at the shuttle. Anyone foolish would be later than him, and he was pleased to see his acolytes were all here. 'Get in then. Artellus, you spent time aboard a strike cruiser. Do you know how to pilot a shuttle, or do i have to trust you to look after two daemon princes?'

[virado]

"Y-y-yes milord I can pilot." Artellus replied. He sat down in the seat and began the launch sequence. A lifter plucked the shuttle from among the many that sat in the hanger bay and placed it upon the rails that would send the shuttle to the launch bay. Four hooks clamped onto the landing gear and the platform began to move down toward the launch bay. Artellus started tapping his foot and fidgeting in his seat. Being in the same room as a daemonhost was maddening enough, let alone a small lander like this. The elevator halted at the bottom where the launch tunnel was. A voice crackled over the speakers. "Launching in 5-4-3-2-1." The engines fired to full blast and the clamps ignited sending the shuttle out of the tunnel at incredible speeds. "W-w-we should-d-d be planet-t-t side in thirt-t-ty minutes-s-s milord.

[Esiphas]

'Good.' He looked round at the daemonhosts, then at clemens. He whispered, so only clemens can hear him, 'Any sign of trouble, knock em out.'

[Fleet]

Clemens looked at his master and nodded. Clemens looked around at the people around him and fought a pang of hunger as he saw them. Clemens then remembered the beatings from attacking someone and quickly put the hunger at the back of his mind. The daemon hosts seemed to be doing nothing and the psyker was piloting the ship.
Clemens checked his bolt pistol was loaded just in case there was trouble especially from the daemon hosts as they were by far the ones who were probably going to cause trouble and he was afraid of them- some gut instinct told him to get away as far as possible but he stayed. Not because he wanted to but because the master hadn't run away.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"No I will not kill myself!" Sylus yells.

"Do it! Do it!" A deeper voice pertrudes. Small nubs can be seen on Sylus back now, right around his shoulder blades. Wings.....

[mina]

The woman strides forward smiling as she sits in the chair provided. She can feel the daemon struggling against the bindings as it forces her looks to shift to that of a red headed woman with lovely green eyes that seem to becon those who look at her to love her. She glowers at it and grins fiercly, "stop that!"