Reclaiming the Day

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Hi i'm back! And I'm starting the show with a bang!
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Magnus Cluster a series of 12 planets on the east of the Imperium controlled system.

This system has escaped the war of the rest of the Imperium, but due to its peaceful state has let down its guard. Few soldiers are kept on any of the planets except for a few on the main base on the planet Silvus IV, and even those slack on their jobs.

One day communication was lost with an outer rim planet, Xera, the next day two more went dark. Darkness continued to cover more and more planets till only Silvus IV and Siri II were left.

Siri hasn't heard from half the planet in over 16 hours and from orbit it looks as if the planet is completely black. Last words from a major city were that "It was alive, It was unstoppable!"

No other communications have been established and with minimal military to stand in the way of whatever It is, all nobles were removed from the planet. a small group, volunteers and soldiers, has been assembled to go to Siri and investigate. Your goal until otherwise told is to find out what "It" is and return to base for further instructions.
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Name:
Gender:
Primary Weapon: Assault Rifle, Shotgun, Lasgun, any others pm me first!
Sidearm: Pistols, etc. ask first for specials
Description:
Back Story:
Special Perk:

Special Ammunition - grants access to 5 inferno rounds and a pair of psych out grenades

Combat Prowess - Not only have you seen battle at one point, but you have more experience than your counterparts meaning you are better at strategizing and combat situations so you will have more intel via PM to aid the situation (limit 1 per team!)

Medic- you can heal minor wounds and a few major, you also know the weak points of enemies from years of practice be they animal or humanoid you will receive PMs for this info. You also lose access to a sidearm as you have to carry medical gear

Stalker - You get access to more long range high powered weapons, taking this perk gives you
Primary Weapon: Sniper Rifle
Sidearm: Knife

[Yuno]

I'll post a character tomorrow when my brain isn't attempting to name her Jaguar and give her pink hair. (I dunno, it's late and I can't precisely think anymore.)

[mantisstalker]

I shall also put up a CS latter when I have less work to do. Its good to see you again Ty.

Also bags the medic.

[t⊗theark]

I'm definitely in, I'll wait for the PM response before I post the character profile..

[mantisstalker]

Time for a more innocent character me thinks.

Name: "Medi" Drake Xillion
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Primary Weapon: Assault Rifle
Sidearm: Medical gear
Description: Being pretty young for the guard Drake stands at about 5'9" and has a youthful face that matches his blond hair and pale blue eyes. He has a lean build, never really needing much mussel to do his job. His body is covered in the usual dark gray PDF uniform with the only thing making him stand out being a white stripe down the middle of his helmet and the red painted symbol of a medic on his helmet where his Aquila would usually be and on his right shoulder. His helmet is also customized to have a orange reflective visor that covers everything but his mouth and allows him to patch into peoples vitals with the use of a small vital tracker and gives him a rather handy HUD for tactical data. Other than that he carries a standard assault rifle along with a backpack containing a med kit and several belts that hold even more medical supplies.

Back Story: Born into a common farming family Drake found the constant seasons of growing and harvesting tiresome, wanting nothing more that to help people and see the world so he took the first opportunity to get out which ended up becoming part of the PDF. Wanting to help people it seemed only natural he took up the position of medic, and was happy treating the odd broken bone or sprain that occurred during patrols. That was until the darkness came. Now people are going crazy tearing into each other leaving Drake knee deep in wounded covered in blood and guts, making him realize that everything he had dreamed the guard would be is nothing but a lie. There is no glory or adventure, just blood, blood and more blood.

Special Perk: Medic

[Edzilla]

Having a bit of a block when it comes to characters, I'll get it sorted...

(Edit)


Name: Rafael Ramirez

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Primary: Rusty Shotgun (guardsmen standard), very prone to jamming

Secondary: Large kitchen knife

Description: Short for his age at 5ft 7, dark tan brown eyes and black hair with a shine to it, falling half way down his back. Generally dressed in a white T-shirt with a torn sleeve, and dark green shorts. Not well physically conditioned, lacking any muscle more than that gained naturally and winters well (so to speak)
His voice is happily loud, speaking both Lower Gothic and his own ethnic speech, sounding similar to Spanish.
Normally he looks happy, and lacks any real attractive attributes other than this.

Back story: Originally grew up with a ranching family on the systems Agri world, leading a mean but happy existence, his mother and father happily together, several sibling and a lot of open space on which to play.
He is of an ethnic group of the planet known as Chicarician, as his complexion suggests.
17 years past until by request of his father moved to Silvius, in an attempt to establish some other trade. He managed to his way into the nobles house, becoming a chef for one of the lower rankers. At this he had what may be perceived as talent,expecting to spend the rest of his life in the house.
Another 8 years past when the sector began to go dark, at first Rafael didn't panic, his fierce optimism assuring him. Only when his home planet went dark and his family were involved, did he enlist for the reconnaissance force, with little more than a simple gun and a knife he'd used to cook with.

Perk: Special ammunition

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

first two approved waitin on Esi, Namine, and Ark. Esi has special permission for what he's putting down as does Ark.

[Yuno]

Name: Calliope Seraphina
Gender: female
Primary Weapon: Assault Rifle
Sidearm: Pistols: Many knives for throwing and metallic knuckles.
Description: Calliope stands at a tall 6'1 and is lean and muscular. Her hair is cut long towards the front, and short and choppy at the sides and back. Her eyes are grey and flash with inner arrogance. Her skin is beautifully tanned. On her back there is a strange birthmark that makes it look like there are wings on her back. Her face is sharp, but not in an unlovely way. Her lips contradict this because they are full and pink- always grinning dangerously. She wears colors of grey, black, and a brown tunic. Tattoos line her arms and her ears are pierced many times. She usually stands with one hand slung casually on her hip and the other hanging at her side ready to pull her rifle at a moments notice.

Back Story: Calliope was born on the desert world of Xera. Strangely, she is never said to have had a mother or father. That is nobody from the city can ever particularly remember seeing a woman with child. Despite this, she did not die on Xera, but was taken in by the local street gang. She doesn't speak much of her childhood, the records on it are fuzzy at best, but it is clear her run ins with the law were frequent and that she ranked fairly high in the local smuggling operation. Whether she grew sick of the life of crime or was forced isn't really clear, but she eventually joined the guard and her prowess in command and combat soon led her to the title of Commander. She has remained within the guard for the last five years leading many successful missions. At the age of 24 she is one of the youngest commanders in the region and few of her unit bother to question her command.


Special Perk: Combat Prowess

[t⊗theark]

Name: Malden

Gender: Male

Primary Weapon: Class 1 telepath

Sidearm: Staff of the Astra Telepathica.

Description: Malden wears a Astropaths' uniform, a hooded robe and a waist-belt. He keep their personal belongings in a sling bag, his face is pale. He appears to be young but at the same time frail, in place of eyes he has hollow sockets. He's about 6'2" and has ash brown hair. He is fluent is high gothic and has some knowledge of xenology and the ruinous powers from his years of study, although he is notably softly spoken.

Back Story: Malden was born pm the northern boarders of Ultramar, he was taken by the black ships at the age of 15, when his powers became evident. He was considered to be an excellent telepath but not to have the control to be fully sanctioned so was at the Adeptus Astra Telepathica. He developed at an extraordinary rate rate and underwent the the sould binding ritual just 4 years after his training had begun. This has resulted in a loss of sight and hearing but his telepathic powers have developed a 'near-sense' which more than makes up for the nerve damage caused by the soul binding. He has shown reliability and accuracy as an astropath in his services over the last year and due to the communication losses to the planet, Malden is to provide a secure link with the team.

Special Perk: Astropath

[Esiphas]

Name: Calcifer 'Cal' Howlcaster.

Gender: Male

Primary Weapon: Pyrokinetic, medium range fireballs and short range flamethrowers

Sidearm: Combat Knife

Description: Cal has long, dark hair that reaches his shoulder blades. He keeps it loose. He has Heterochromia- one eye is Orange, the other hawk yellow. Abou 6'3, though he sands with a slouch. Everything about I'm screams 'Hello friend.' He wears a red duster coat, and often can be seen cleaning up some mechanical project in his inner pockets. Cal wears black cargo pants and big size 13 boots, and nothing else under his duster. His trousers are fireproof.

Backstory: raised by his mechanic parents, Cal grew up with damaged battle tanks and weapons. He would have boasted the ability to strip a laden down at the age of 8, but as it stood, he triggered latent psychic powers that caused the black ships to drag him away. Coming back a grown man, he became a bit of a social recuse, obsessing over fixing engines and tanks, or keeping his night terrors at bay.he slept fitfully, and dreamed of a darkness on the horizon, that even his fire was swallowed by. Fearing these dreams, Cal began a bit of combat training, and began to focus his magic as well. Soon, the darkness he had thought would come came. Cal decided to help fight the dark, and volunteered for the Siri team.

Cal seems to be fairly reliable, but a bit clumsy and forgetful.

Perk: Pyro - Your fire doesn't know the difference in friend or foe, it only knows how to burn everything in your path, luckily you know how to control it...well somewhat at times it can backlash causing you harm as well.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

Good now all the pieces are in places, queue cliche commander on drop ship scene


"FRONT AND CENTER MAGGOTS!" Commander Proventus said with a roar as he puffed on a cigar. He wasn't an intimidating man but boy was he loud, he stood a measly 4ft 9in as was round like a baseball in his gut, he snarled at Malden who clenched onto is staff at the noise. "No stupid hero stuff this is a simple run! We drop you, you run and find out whats causing this, and you run back! Simple enough I hope!" He paused puffin on his cigar, "SOUND OFF! NAMES AND SPECIALTIES!" He roared as the drop ship jolted Cal back into his seat from which he just got up.

[Yuno]

Calliope swaggered in several minutes late already and grinning stood at attention saluting in a lazy way. " Commander Proventus a pleasure as always. Command informed me to get on board for this mission. They said you'd do the honors and what not. " she smiled at him knowing the Commander wouldn't appreciate her appearance. She ran a hand through her spiky black hair and replied to his command. "Commander Calliope Seraphina Combat Prowess." she then reached into her vest and produced a cigarette lighting it while the others sounded off.

[mantisstalker]

Drake winced at little at the commanders voice and not for the first time thanked the emperor that his visor covered most of his face. He managed to to keep his mouth in a drawn line that coupled with his helmet allowed him to look determined instead of terrified. When the woman walked in he watched her with a sense of nervous trepidation. The way she was acting could get them all in trouble after all.

When she had stood to one side the commander turned to Drake making him hesitate. "Lets get this over with" he thought taking a step forward.

"D-Drake Xillion! Field medic of the 22end PDF battalion!" He managed to bark after a brief stutter before falling back into line. His heart was still hammering in his chest as the others sounded there names but he still managed to edit the tags in his HUD for later use labeling their vitals. It might not have been much but it could come in handy identifying the bodies.

[t⊗theark]

Malden stood in line with his lofty stance, leaning on his staff with his eyeless sockets staring into the distance. That man was irritating at the least but he knew his place. Malden knew he was a brilliant astropath and his vitality to the mission wasn't something he wasn't going to suppress pride over. Hey, the life of an astropath was suppose to be a short lived piece of communications equipment, he took comfort that he was a short lived piece of communications equipment that was needed for some combatantive mission.

He straightened up and almost drifted forth: a soft, calm and almost apathetic voice sighed,
"Malden Lraaken, Mastery level 1 Astro-telepath of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica." What a useless practice! And there were going to be no negative repercussions for him. He was a young man, some still called him 'kid'. They weren't going to find a psyker with his physical fitness (which was great for an astropath) as he on such short notice.

[Edzilla]

Rafael found his feet in fright, whimpering slightly. His hand locked at his head in salute, a small shake in his movement. He tried to mutter a few words but was cut off by Drake, going silent. From this corner of his eye, he saw the telepath, finding his presence rather disturbing. He began to ask himself what he was doing there. The answer was obvious, but it only renewed anxiety, the threat of failure most likely of his doing, hung over his parents survival like a black cloud.

With a sense of renewed ability, he belted out "Rafael!" thick with his accent, before stopping, confused next at what to call his role. The commander through an irate look to him and Rafael muttered a silent apology before , stuttering on his role. "Erm..I..I have some special bullets." He motioned to the small leather sac at his waist in a dejected manner.

He stood back, ashamedly, the knife at his belt jangling, it's size innappropiate for such a small, nervous man.