For Liberty, Unity, Purity and the Minitor Sector

[mantisstalker]

I think this will be one of my more enjoyable characters to play
And to clarify instead of a sub human I wanted a someone that shared their head with another being. I hope this is ok but I can rework it is not.

Name: Pest, Trickster of Nurgle
Faction: Koservitch Union
Army: Not technically part of any one force Pest likes to run missions for whoever is in the thickest of the fighting
Role: Self proclaimed saboteur/assassin
Species: Homo Sapien
Age: 19

Physical appearance: About 5'7" Pest has a rather light and lithe build for someone of his background that allows him to be quick and agile while not losing any of his human appearance. His mouth and nose are usually covered by what looks to be a homemade gas mask that takes the shape of a birds beak with filters attacked, while a set of clear goggles sit over his pale blue eyes. Other than that he wears a set of patchwork Koservitch militia uniform (suspected to be stolen) along with a set of flexible carapace armor around his chest that has a rather tattered brown hood attached, along with knee pads, elbow pads and gloves. What can be seen of his hair under his often drawn up hood is stubble like and black as if shaved constantly.

Personality: Ever since he was young Pest's personality has been rather odd to say the least. From a young age he claimed to hear a voice that whispered secrets and advice in the night. Most payed little attention to him believing it was just to get attention in a family of multiple siblings and because of this he slowly started to lose control, shouting when no one was around and a fear of the dark that stretched as far as him refusing to go in rooms that contained shadows. Then one day he simply broke. In a fit of laughter he killed nearly a dozen people before running away into the dark, shouting the entire time that he wasn't scared anymore.

Now he is an unpredictable and fickle person that is just as likely to help someone as he is to stab them, though he will always take into consideration the words of the being that shares his mind that he has dubbed "Yammer". He has also become famous for his strange sense of humor that stays with him on and off of the battlefield, but usually shows its self most during combat where Pest will dance around the enemies blades before trying to make as much of a mess as possible, either through the spray of blood from a slit throat or the separation of limbs form their owner in a fiery explosion.

Armaments: Rusted sickle (poison weapon), a multitude of hand held explosives, an assortment of throwing knives, carapace armor, gas mask.
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Name: Yammer
Faction: None but his own
Army: What ever Pest is fighting for at the time
Role: His motives are unknown but Yammer guides the actions of the human known as Pest through advice and logic, as well as assisting Pest by repelling enemy pykers minds to a certain degree.
Species: Suspected denizen of the Warp
Age: Unknown

Physical appearance: Even though he has no physical body Yammer can often be sensed by those more attuned to the Warp as a twisted shadow that often stays close to Pest. He can sometimes be felt by less attuned people threw sensations such as shudders and the feeling of being watched, though people often don't know why. If someone was to brush against Pest's mind however they might be able to glance the sight of a constantly contorting shadow being before feeling a mental pain and having to withdraw.

Personality: More often than not Yammer chooses not to communicate with anyone other than Pest but when he does he comes off as a rather cold and logical being. This has saved Pest's life time and time again acting as a leash when the fighting gets too intense or the well needed help to get out of a sticky situation. Though he does have a rather twisted sense of humor that is not as extreme as his host's Pest, they will often get amusement out of the same situations.

Armaments: Apart from the meat bag Pest who he has no direct control over Yammer has a tongue of silver as well a minor shadow in the warp that allows him minor telepathic abilities like the rebuffing and communication of minds.

[t⊗theark]

That's a cool character right there. Chaos seeping into rogue ideas is what the story was originally about, daemons seeping into rogue minds is perfect.

[Yuno]

"Name: Vierna Alustrial
Faction; Unaligned/Kabal/ Koservitch
Army: Koservitch
Role: Rogue Unit
Species: human, half eldar
Age: 25
Physical appearance: Vierna stands about 5’7 with the sort of body that would seem to indicate she is born of a recent Eldar and human coupling. Her physical make-up indicates this because unlike her counterparts which often appear sickly, her skin is very fair, but glows in a healthy manner. Her body is lithe and slender, without failing to show the muscles of a woman who frequently trains. Her hair is the most obvious link to an unusual heritage, because it is indescribably green. Not swamp green, not verdant green, it can only be described as green. She wears it very long. It easily touches the small of her back. She keeps it often in a loose pony tail which allows it to maintain the semblance of order. Her face is set in a quiet look of confidence . Her eyes are a mismatched color or green and blue although in many lights they appear similar. Other than this, she appears to be about 16, her face seemingly stuck between the fat curves of a baby and the sharp lines of adulthood. Her body too appears somewhat less curvaceous and more awkwardly angular than that of a fully developed adult. Her clothing is dark of color and the armor she wears is made more for agility that total protection. The only other mark that is obvious is only to those who see her flesh below the neck, a rare fact indeed unless she’s captured, there is a massive scar from the top of her left breast running down to the beginning of her below waist area. Also, her midsection appears slightly fatter than her otherwise slender form.


Personality: Vierna is what others have called quiet and dangerous. Her past is mostly shrouded in mystery except that she was once a part of Koservitch Union and due to her obvious heritage and some other factors that are unclear was linked to the Kabal. Since then however, she has not been connected to them and is a hired mercenary for the Koservitch Union. While she is not very trusted by them, all of the soldiers within the unit she inhabits hold a fearful respect for her. She is not very open about her life and often comes off as disinterested in those around her. Some have managed to get her talking about her aspirations and the only quality that stands out is her deep desire to leave the sector behind forever. She seems to believe that if the Koservitch gain dominance she’ll be free to leave forever. She also holds a special fear for the Kabal.

Armaments: Ghostplate Armor, razor edged fan, a Djin blade, and a more basic las pistol.

[Esiphas]

Name: Shas'Ui Kel'shaan Al'Yra (Al-ear-ra)

Faction: originally one of the Xenos Raiders, has since fallen foul of the Greater Good, and has become a Tech-Savant for hire. Currently unemployed.

Army: None

Role: (on battlefield) Advanced scout, Black Op's, Technical Advisor (off battlefield) technical advisor, Engineer

Species: Tau, part of the Fire Cast.

Age: 23

Physical appearance: like most Tau females, Al'Yra has light blue-gray skin, a flat-ish face, and a Y shaped groove starting where her nose should be and curving to above her eyebrows. Unlike other tau, she has hair, a full head of blood red hair, which she keeps inside her helmet, but when off battlefield, she lets it down. Stands about 5'8", and is muscular, but not in an overpowering way. Her armour is typical Fire Warrior, but with several modifications usually reserved for pathfinders. Her clothing- as in, her off battle attire- involves a loose, somewhat revealing Grey tank top and a set of black combat trousers. (Having no sexual or romantic experiences, she does not realise that this clothing could be considered flirtatious).

Personality: Al'Yra is aggressive in a fight, and fiercely loyal. Once she has been bought by a faction, she remains with them until her employer is killed, regardless of other offers. Like her Birth sister, Di'ala, Al'Yra has fallen from the Path of the greater good, though for different reasons- Al'Yra questioned its wisdom, Di'ala fell in love with a Human. Al'Yra is openly friendly, if a little rough'n'tumble, and has a good understanding of gambling games. She has been called 'little monkey' by her former ally's, before they were lost, for her climbing ability and her level of technological ne'er standing equal to a Jokero Weaponsmith.

Armaments: Pulse Carbine modified with Networked Markerlight and Blacksun Scope, Collapsable Rail Rifle, a collection of Las-pistol parts she uses to customise her las pistol, a Las Pistol gifted to her from her old team, Fragmentation grenades, Photon grenades, EMP grenades, A drone controller, a Markerlight Drone, Combat Armour with Sensor vanes Blacksun filters and an Auspex. Also has a Combat Knife given to her by her Sister when they met once.

[Bryagh]

This looks really cool, never played theese kind of games but willing to try, if that's ok...

[Bryagh]

Name: Fenrir
Faction: unknown
Army: none
Role: Hunter
Species: Human Werewolf
Age: unknown
Appearance: 6 Feet tall, robust with long hair, one eye green and other blue, wolf-like ears, jaws and fangs...(only known description of Fenrir). Not many a folk have seen Fenrir, even less lived to speak about it. Fenrir chooses to reveal himself only when he is ready for the kill or when he thinks you are worthy of his presence (his way of showing respect).He lives under stealth and secrecy, those who speak of him mention only that he is ever present and overwatching every conflict in this system.Fenrir only joins a conflict when he thinks someone is worthy of his "TALENTS".Few of a folk who had seen him were all in wanders how something that big can move so quietly yet appeare and disappeare in an blink of an eye.Older folk gave him the name he carries around, for Fenrir stand for ravenous wolf in Eldar language.

Personality: Fenrir is a lone wolf with his own personal agenda.Comes from a hunter cast where honor and art of a hunt is way of life.In every hunters life there is a time in wich he wanders the known universe gaining expirience with every kill until it is time for him to return and share knowledge and trophies from the great hunt with rest of his bretheren.Other than this very little is known about Fenrir and his hunter cast.

FENRIR caries all sort of trap mines, some kind of cloaking device, warp jump pack-similar to one warp spiders are using, pair of lightning claws, left arm built in steel net launcher, right arm built in plasma launcher (pistol equivalent).


My first charachter ever, sorry if it's not good, will make changes if needed...

[t⊗theark]

Just waiting on a few more Character Profiles and we'll start.

[daboss]

I will put up a character about 3:30 Eastern US time. Can't do anything until i get out of school....

[mantisstalker]

Boss!

Thought you where gone for good

[t⊗theark]

Awsome, that's just 3 more people we're waiting on.

[daboss]

Nah, I was just really busy with school.

Anyways...


Name: Toran Althran

Faction: The Cleansing Crusade

Army: Elysian Drop Troop 23-42 Regiment

Role: stormtrooper

Species: human (guardsman)

Age: 24

Physical appearance: Standing about 5'7', Toran has the typical build of a stormtrooper. He is extremely fit, being not only as strong as the other stormtroopers but also retaining the agility of his youth. He has a long jagged scar from his left temple to his right jawline. Toran has brown eyes and brown hair, typical of the Elysians. Hidden behind this scar is a warm smile and kind eyes for any friends, but nothing more than a scowl for his enemies.
Toran wears the typical stormtrooper carapace armor, including a full helmet with a respirator.

Personality: Outside of combat, Toran generally has a warm personality. He is easy to get along with and always there when you need him. In combat, however, Toran becomes a completely different person. Due to the stealthy nature of his duty, Toran often speaks in whispers. The only time anyone has seen him scream was in large firefights. He tries to ensure the safety of his squad, while cutting down enemies with cold contempt.

Armaments: Hot-Shot Lasgun, a collapsible sniper rifle, frag and krak grenades, one melta bomb, a camo-cloak,

[t⊗theark]

Okay, we're starting!

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Lorenzo dragged himself up, aching all over. He looked heard a fair way behind him the sound of metal behemoths, the righteous cries of Spacemarines, the fleeing calls for retreats of men and the growls of incarnate angels (chaos daemons). He was too tied to catch up with them, it was but with the grace of the God of longevity Nergal (Nurgle) and the strength of the God Emperor that he was still alive. He looked to the skies for crusaders and dark Eldar but the smoke choked heavens were clear of craft. With a grimace he reefed from his knee to his feet and looked around to find he was the lone survivor of his squad, burns scorched their bodies. The emerald lightening that had burst from the ground must have been the sorcerous work of those deviant and immoral Coalition fighters. He offered a quick war prayer to the Great Lord of Truth, Prince of Honour and God of War, Kharneth (Khorne) for his fallen subordinates that their fighter's souls may join him.

He heard the sound of of panting and Coalition militants had also reefed themselves to their feet. They immediately recognized Lorenzo's red uniform and aimed their auto guns. His hatred for those sinful anarchists burned deep, those who took his daughter and those who would see the egalitarian good of the Union end. He gritted his teeth as he clenched his hot-shot las pistol as his chain axe roared above his head. Their snapshots mostly missed, those few shells that hit luckily bounced harmlessly off his armour. he crashed into the 5, eviscerating them with the teeth of his axe, 3 of them laid in bloodied ruin before they could react. The 2 survivors, witnessing this blood soaked display ran like cowards unworthy of Kharneth but he caught up to them too, cutting them down in their cowardice. His blind bloodlust calmed as he fell to his knees again. He stared into a puddle of bloody and muddy water, his reflection not that of his 43 years but of 16. His dog like ears pricked up as he heard something in the distance. He pointed his laspistol in that general direction,
"Show yourself or die!" his harsh voice commanded.

[mantisstalker]

(OOC- I assume we have no mission but our own at the moment.)

"Alas poor... Travik. I knew him well..." Pest said checking the guardsman's dogs tags before throwing the decapitated head away chuckling. Ever since the green lightning had hit he had not seen hide or hair of an enemy soldier (at least not any alive ones) and had been forced to picking through the dead to try and satisfy his humor.

With a slight sigh Pest stood up and scratched at the side of his hood, trying to decide where to go. "This is starting to get boring..." He muttered darkly as nothing grabbed his interest. The being that shared his mind gave nothing but a slight mental wave of acknowledgement as if above such things.

"Hmm maybe you where right about going with the 9th regiment..." The being gave a sigh but still said nothing. Pest stood still for a few more seconds knowing that Yam could get moody when things didn't go his way but he didn't often stay silent for this long.

"Fine be like that then." Pest sung happily before racing off in a random direction, glad the creature had no chiding comments. It didn't take long before the sounds of battle where heard and with a gleeful smile he ran towards them. It was true it didn't sound like much of a battle but hopefully someone would be left for him to sink his sickle into.

When he reached the site of the sounds though he was more than a little disappointed to find nothing but a wolf man kneeing surrounded by bodies, shouting at something Pest couldn't see. "Hey!" He shouted at the man from behind causing him to jump before spinning around and fireing a shot off at Pest. He avoided it rather easily with a quick sidestep and a slight giggle.

When he was sure the man had seen his uniform and wasn't going to shoot at him again Pest stepped forward holding his hands out to the sides showing he meant no harm. "Bet your real popular with the ladies with that hair trigger." He said with a tone that made it obvious he was smirking. "But seriously. Where's all the fighting at Wolfy?"

[Esiphas]

Al'yra dropped down from the Ruined building's 1st floor, a good 10 footdrop, and rolled as she hit the ground. Her Faithful Drone follwed after her on its Anti-Grav Engines. Flattenin Herself against a Wall, she peered round the ede of the ruin. Satisfied the coast was clear, she quickly checked her Auspex to make sure there were no enemys following her, then Jumped out of cover and began to run. As she neared another wall, she rolled into cover, her drone following her every move. Then, As she stopped for a quick rest, She heard a Shout.

"Show Yourself or Die!"

Al'yra looked down at her Auspex. there were 2 people out there, And a quick peek over the walls told her that they werent paticularily close. One was pointing a pistol at her, and the other was walking towards the Violent one.

"Hey!" The walking one said. The One with the pistol spun, and fired a Shot off at the other, who dodged, and spoke again. "Bet your real popular with the ladies with that hair trigger." He said with a tone that made it obvious he was smirking. "But seriously. Where's all the fighting at Wolfy?"

Al'yra gave a slight 'Hmmm...' These two were obviously Not Allys, or the Gun wielder wouldnt have shot. Al'yra plucked a Photon Grenade off her Belt, and Primed it. Waiting 3 Seconds, She threw it over the wall, then jumped up as the Bright flare exploded into life. Raising her carbine, unnafeccted by the Glare of the Light Pulse due to her Blacksun filter, She shouted "Who are you two?" Beside her, her Marker Drone hoved up, and its Markerlight lit up the violent one's chest.

[mantisstalker]

"That... Was rude." Pest stated in a matter of fact tone as he pointed his sickle in his attackers general direction. He showed no signs that the grenade had affected him other than his rapid blinking and dilated pupil's. He had still be blinded he just didn't bother reacting to it.

"I mean here I am trying to ask my fellow trooper a question, and you jump in all guns blazing and demand answers from us." He carried on only gesturing only to himself when he mentioned "us". Rolling his shoulders slightly Pest spun his sickle in the palm of his hand as the other loosened a knife at his belt.

A manic grin spread under his mask that managed to reach his eyes but did nothing to make him look friendly. He felt Yam groggily stir in his mind ready for the upcoming battle. He might not have been in a good mood but it didn't mean he was going to let his flesh bag die.

"Now then Wolfy... How about we give this trouble maker a lesson in manners?"