Name: Elah Age: Early 100s Gender: Male Class: Techmarine Rank: Techmarine Equipment: Mechanicus Power Axe Upgraded MK4 "Maximus" Power Armor - Servo-arm (big grabby) - Manipulator mechadendrite (small grabby) - Weaponized mechadendrite (equipped with plasma cutter) - Ocular mechadendrite (sneaky peeky) Repair tools Appearance: The rusty-red, imposing Maximus-pattern Power Armor is a sight to see. If that is not enough to intimidate onlookers, then the infamous Flesh Tearers Chapter badge on his black-painted left shoulder should be: a drop of red blood on a white sawblade. If Elah were to remove his helmet, then he would reveal an uncomfortable-looking face - handsome, regal features juxtaposed with pallid skin and dark eyes. A metal stud over his left brow mark his century of service in the Emperor's name. Backstory: Brother Elah proved himself to be a promising candidate for the Techmarines early on, showing a great understanding and respect for the maintenance of his wargear. Upon the conclusion of his novicehood, he was sent to Mars for an additional thirty years of training before he could return to his Battle-Brothers to serve in the capacity of Techmarine. Though his time with the Mechanicus tempered him greatly, he nonetheless developed the classic penchant for brutality that his Chapter was known for. Act of Heroism: On one occasion, Brother Elah and a squad of his fellow Battle-Brothers were trapped behind enemy lines when their Thunderhawk evacuation was shot down. Brother Elah was capable of determining that the damage to the aircraft was limited and, over the span of two weeks, he was capable of restoring flight. By this point, he and his Brothers had been weathered down by the combined stresses of hostile forces bearing down on them, the falls and subsequent executions of two of his Brothers, the deaths caused by the aforementioned falls, and the lack of supplies. A majority of his Brothers survived in spite of all this and he was honored for his service upon revival from suspended animation.
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Character Sheet Name: Ares Age: 346 Class: Tactical Sergeant Rank: Imperial Fists Sergeant Equipment: Power Armour adorned with many rites, purity seals and holy engravings, mark IV 'Maximum' helmet adorned with the decorations of a Templar Brethren; the olive wreath, a one-handed power sword, the iconic bolt pistol. Appearance: Ares towers above many of his foes and un-augmented fellow men, but is only slightly higher than the average Space Marine. Albeit Ares had a scar running across his face while his eyes are colored green, his short is brown. Ares stands with a proud and inspiring posture that is ment both to encourage yet strike fear into foe and ally respectively. Perhaps the most standing out feature would be his out-dated helmet, decorated with an olive wreath that is as familiar to war as it's former owner. Backstory: Ares' story of passing trials, proving himself and being accepted into neophytehood is not different than most, although his scar he eared during his early days in the scouting company where his squad was set upon by chaos cultists twice the number of the scouts. Only through pure skill, will and strength did Ares and the other third of the scouts managed to survive such a surprising engagement. After completing his transformation into a fully inducted killing machine in the Emperor's name, did Ares' acts started to get noticed by an extremely picky First Company veteran, after proving himself against many a foe of the Emperor, did the Veteran finally came fourth and took the 'young' battle-brother under his own wing. Cerean was a First Company Veteran that earned his share of glory through hundreds of years of service and battles and perhaps the most odd part about Cerean was his outdated helmet decorated by a olive wreath. Cerean heavily urged Ares to learn from Cerean's teachings so he could carry it onto another promising brother when the time comes, Ares was more than honored to accept these gifts from Cerean and officially became a disciple of Cerean's teachings. It wouldn't be long that with Cerean's knowledge did Ares become a Sergeant of his squad, donning a blessed chainsword and sturdy bolt pistol, serving ever faithfully. Though much changed on the day that Ares would be 'crowned' and named a hero for his acts. Act of Heroism: During a specific and secretive deployment a against the forces of a particularly troublesome Chaos Warband that worshiped Khrone, the God of Blood. Multiple companies were deployed in response to the threat of the archenemy when they threatened an important manufactorum planet, along with them a portion of the First Company were deployed to assist and inspire them in battle and thus Ares and Cerean went together. It wouldn't be long before they engaged the Warband in it's full strength, the clash lasted hours as the Imperial Fists slowly pushed back the archenemy's fallen marines, stronghold after stronghold the Chaotic Warband fell back to their last point of defence, a chokepoint within a certain city district that was riddled with sacrificial altars, Khronate shrines and piles of skulls. Only a specific amount of vehicles and troops could pass through this chokepoint and therefore only a handful were chosen. The First Company Veterans and a couple of standard marine squads, Ares' squad amongst them. The fighting ensued as the Imperial Fists forces pushed through the chokepoint, only to encounter the Warband's own elites. Crazed berserkers, roaring daemon-corrupted vehicles and the champion of the Warband, a Helbrute named Xes the Butcher, Cerean's squad immediately went on to engage the overly 'blessed' Helbrute and Ares' own squad soon followed them to support them from any flanking traitors. Xes, armed with two clawed power fists, sliced through many of Cerean's veterans, only to be stopped by Cerean's own power-sword albeit Cerean was perhaps one of the most skilled swordsman Ares ever met, even he was not true match to Xes' madness and raw chaotic power. Cerean managed to deliver multiple wounds to Xes' sarcophagus before being grabbed by Xes himself, all while Cerean was calling out to the Emperor's grace and braced himself to meet him. He was simply ripped in half by Xes' claws, Xes taunted the remainder of the Imperial Fists. Ares was shocked, though strong feelings soon overcame the fear and awe. Ares charged fourth as he delivered bolter fire directly into Xes before dropping his own chain-sword in favor of Cerean's power-sword. Ares turned to Xes and let out a loud war-cry filled with his wrath before delivering a blow that pierced Xes' armour and went through his own crippled body directly. Xes was more than surprised during his last moments, fell backwards as his soul was sent screaming into the warp. Only little time passed before the disencouraged traitors were felled and the day was declared victorious. Back aboard the ship that carried them, Ares felt ruined from the inside before a figure in Terminator Armour stood before him, with Cerean's helmet in hand. "Brother, you did well to avenge Cerean and he will not forget this act, but do not be discouraged as Cerean is now with the Emperor, watching.", Ares nodded and accepted this last gift from the old friend, wearing it as he vowed that he will not rest until he reunites with the Cerean and the Emperor himself.
Name: Ludwig Reik Age: 38 Gender: Male Class: Commissar Rank: Commissar Equipment: Ludwig wears a well crafted, silver breastplate with large amounts of Imperial insignia to show his loyalty to the Emperor. Power Sword, Hellpistol, Mask meant to filter toxins in the air. Appearance: Ludwig is a tall, imposing figure, easily a head taller than most other humans with a lean, but highly muscled figure that demands nothing but the utmost respect and loyalty. When his mask and uniform are removed however, he is a rather handsome, black haired, green eyed man with a multitude of scars etched across his body, along with a single Sanguine Templars insignia tattooed on his right shoulder in honor of the chapter, of whom make up Ludwig's most respected group of individuals. Backstory: Born and raised on the fortress world of Cadia, Ludwig was born into a very rich, very powerful family who had just enough influence to gain their son his training as a Commissar. Living and breathing war for the majority of his childhood, Ludwig naturally excelled above his peers. Earning top marks from his instructors, Ludwig was seen as an obvious up and comer if he managed to keep his life intact. Unluckily for him however, Ludwig's first operation was a crusade in the Victus Sector. It was during the assault on Victus Prime that Ludwig gained his respect for the Sanguine Templars and began his ambition to become their equals. Fighting alongside Zuriel Drakus within the city streets of a Hive City they repelled assault after assault from the Emperor's Children. Chaos and death surrounding him, bodies of the slain piling up, Zuriel never gave an inch, and neither did Ludwig, fighting as hard as his young body would allow and even managing to bring one of the Chaos Marine's down with the aid of a squad of Guardsmen. Sadly however, aid did not come soon enough, as Zuriel had lost an arm while nearly all of the Guardsmen and Astartes had fallen during the fighting. Seeing however that Zuriel refused to relent and continued onward without even receiving a bionic arm to replace the one he had lost, Ludwig steeled himself and did the same, bringing the surviving Guardsmen to do the same, to assure such a man would not fall. It was after the battle was over that Ludwig said his goodbyes to the man he had fought alongside for weeks, swearing to the Astarte that next time, it would be he who emerged the hero. It would only be later on in his career, after a multitude of successful campaigns that Ludwig would be awarded the rank of Commissar. Where he continued was only upwards, training hard, and fighting harder in battle to try and obtain the impossible goal of being able to call himself the equal of an astarte. Over a decade into his career however, Ludwig would get the opportunity to test himself against something greater than simple xeno incursions and skirmishes. It was in fact the time of a crusade, something he had not taken part in sense the very beginning of his carrer, and nothing would stop him from assuring his place in its history. Act of Heroism: In one of the first battles of the Crusade, Ludwig was sent alongside several regiments to destroy what was thought to be a minor gathering of chaotic forces. What they walked into however, were thousands of cultists lead by a squad of Chaos Marines. Outnumbering the enemy nearly 2 to 1 counted nearly for nothing as the Chaos Marines cut down swathes of Guardsmen with ease as the forces of chaos advanced. Fighting on the hilltop was tremendously bloody as the cultists clashed with the lines the Guardsmen had formed, seemingly unceasing as they continued to push into the melee. It was here that Ludwig faced him, a lone Chaos Marine, a Chosen, and the leader of the squad. He had already cut down what was likely a hundred men by this time, and it seemed Ludwig would be the next. However, knowing the advantages his equipment gave him compared to most humans, and with confidence in his skill at arms, Ludwig advanced. Met with a war cry and a flurry of blows most would be unable to comprehend, Ludwig managed to avoid the strikes and even direct one or two just enough away with his own blade not to be harmed. Waiting patiently for his opening, Ludwig continued the deadly dance he and the Marine seemed to be tangled in. It was at this time that Ludwig was struck in the chest with a metal fist that carried him backwards and into the air, until finally he crashed to the ground with a thud, his blade slipping from his grasp as he gasped for breath. It seemed, the Chosen had found his opening first, and approached with a chuckle echoing from his helm. The hulking beast raising its blade in the air, ready to impale Ludwig, was luckily struck in the head and chest several times by what seemed to dozens of lasguns. Seeming to have taken the Marine's attention away from him for a brief instant as it looked for its assailants, Ludwig reached for the hilt of his sword, rolling to the side of the Chosen's strike with only a hairs width distance between him and the blade. Rising to his feet in defiance, Ludwig struck for the Chosen's chest with all his might, accompanied by a resounding volley of lasgun fire that once again ruined the Chosen's focus. It was the distraction Ludwig needed, his sword plunging deep into the heart of the beastly spawn of chaos before him, sending its mountainous form thundering to the ground, much to the horror of the heretic forces. With a earth shattering warcry the Guardsmen pushed against the forces of chaos, spurred on by the defiance of their commissar. Sending the enemy forces screaming in retreat the regiments slaughtered them to a man as their backs were turned and they day was won. However, the single blow that Ludwig had taken was nearly crippling as the single strike had fractured most of his rib cage, causing internal bleeding. It was only to the quick actions of the combat medics that Ludwig awoke after he fell unconscious on the battlefield, in one piece, aboard one of the crusading ships to live on and fight another day once he had fully healed.
Character Sheet: Name: Rho-238 Celtos Age: 33 Gender: Male Class: Tech-Priest Rank: Enginseer Gifts of the Machine-God: - Power Armour - Bionics (eyes - colour vision + magnification, respirator, heart - pacemaker, brain - memory buffer + noospheric transceiver, limbs - fore-arms and lower legs) - Digital Tools (electrical / mechanical - basic) - Auspex - Diagnostic Cogigator (electrical) - 2x Mechadendrites (plasma-cutter, servo-claw) - Priesthood Robes - Macrostubber - Mechanicus Wrench-Axe Appearance: Celtos appears as one might imagine a tech-priest should seem. Although of a fairly low order within the priesthood of Mars - equivalent to that of a workshop mechanic - service with the Astra Militarum has, through the obvious implications of spending a significant period on the front-line, left Rho-283 with a higher degree of cybernetic augmentation than usual (much like other Enginseers whose duties require them to recover damaged vehicles under fire). An arachnoid array of optics jut forth from beneath the darkness of the Enginseer's crimson hood, nestled comfortably above a beak-like filtration unit. From within the flowing folds of the martian's robes, two mechandendrites snake forth, probing the immediate area with clacking pincers - likely a nervous tic or perhaps naked curiosity. The Enginseer's form would be a great deal bulkier than his husky, metallic voice would suggest - courtesy of the power armour worn by all Mechanicus Adepts whom frequent conflict zones. Nonetheless, he stands at a fairly average height of 5 feet and 9 inches. Nothing else remarkable would be noted about the tech-priest, other than the fact that the mass of cabling and mechadendrites grant him an insect-like silhouette which might be considered disturbing to some, and divine to others more enlightened to the ways of the Omnissiah. Backstory: Like so many other members of the Martian Priesthood, Celtos was born within the sprawling hab-centres of the red planet. The son of a lowly Technographer, whose duty it was to copy or decipher sacred blueprints in one of many thousands of workshops. Naturally, Rho-238 was inducted into the Priesthood, having family ties to the organization. Demonstrating a good aptitude for vehicles and aircraft, in addition to a satisfactory understanding of the basic concepts of the Motive Force, 238 was drafted from the Collegia into the Astra Militarum as an Enginseer, attached to the Cadian 416th. All in all, Celtos' background thus far would be considered unremarkable, performing duties no different to those of any other tech-priest overseeing the functionality of the untold millions of war-steeds across the galaxy. Moment of Omniscient Englightenment: Attached to a landing party of forward scouts from the 416th Cadian - for the purposes of providing technical support - Rho-238's task was not a particularly taxing or dangerous one... At least not in the same vein as he was used to. The mission to Gathorsis was intended to be a simple reconnaisance foray into enemy territory in order to discern the nature of the unknown factions present in the fighting on the surface. With the uneven protrusions and strange crystalline terrain refracting scanners and distorting aerial imaging equipment, the Valkyrie pilot was forced to fly lower and locate a suitable area to set down. Navigating calcified 'forests' of monolithic stalacmites is no easy objective - less so when the transport came under fire and evasive action was required. An explosion of fibrous mineral shards shredded the starboard engine instantly, setting fire to the cockpit and burning the aircrew alive. Connecting himself to the Valkyrie's interface, it was all Celtos could do to keep the aircraft on an even flight path long enough for the guardsmen to leap out of the rear hatch and deploy their grav-chutes, preferring to risk the jagged rocks below in favour of suffering a similar fate to their Naval counterparts. The passenger-compartment now empty, Rho-238 sang benedictions to the machine's frightened spirit even as he remained linked to the interface. Despite a lack of schooling in the finer points of aircraft manouvering operations, the tech-priest possessed sufficient knowledge to guide the doomed transport in a controlled descent using this mind-machine link and crashed... relatively safely into the canyon floor. Pulling himself from the wreckage, Celtos took the opportunity to bless the machine one final time before detonating the rocket magazines and thus laying its soul to rest, unable to be defiled by hostile hands. With this done, Rho-238 gathered what few pieces of technical gear he had managed to salvage from the crashed wreck, and strode off in search of the squad of guardsmen... Either to assist in their mission, or to at least discern their fate and compile sufficient data for a report.
