And what time is that in PST(Pacific Standard Time) I am in California and I can't get a solid answer using the timezone converters? Sorry not the best with timezones.
Same question friend! got room for another very interested dark angel? Name: Jaccx Castro Chapter: Dark angels Role: Tactical/ The assault marine with no jump pack (i will explain) Traits: Very chatty for being a dark angel even among space marines...quick to act and to swing before thinking...although his brothers cannot deny his precision with both stalker and sword...has a deep belive in brotherhood above everything. Equipment: Heavy modified mark 4 with mark 7 parts (mark 4 design is almost lost) Custom stalker bolter with increased capacity(up to 20 shots before reloading) Relic sword (the lions edge) Side arms: Bolt gun History: The following resume of the marine being sent to you has been inspected by the inquisition. Althou relative young for a full space marine aged only 125 standard years jaccx has proved to have future having survive and fought nearly everything the galaxy can throw at a space marine jaccx despises the xenos with burning hatred. During an operation in the segmentum ultima near the easter fringe(planet classified by the inquisiton) where things went horrible bad...jaccx equiped with a jump pack along with 2 tactical squads including veterans and other equipments where sent behind ork lines to take on the waaaghs warboss and his scort...everything was going according to plan.... thanks to the emperor the loses at that moment for the squads were low but all of that changed when the true enemy reveled itself... After the warboss laid dead under brother sergent Mellers boot one of jaccx closest brother everything went blank the marines even with their senses and helmets couldnt see a thing the last sight jaccx had of his brother was how he was being shot down by eldar warp spider all over him... the rest of the marines werent soo lucky many of them being ambushed and back stabbed by howling banshees and scorpions ...the short lived victory turned into a slaugther as the few survivers including jaxxc fought bravely this new force. The few marines standing allready tired from figthing all the orks were being killed slowly by the eldar almost showing pleasure in each kill... the eldar understimated the marines in the end after a bloody melee all came down to only 4 aspect warriors and one lone astartes. Jaccx regreted not having his stalker at the moment as his jump pack was damaged and could not use it... near him was sargent mellers relic blade... he quickly grab it and made a small pray to his fallen brother and the sword....with hatred in his hands and fury in his hearth he ran forward againts the aliens. The details after this are....vague... small reports said jaccx barely survive his wounds and the imperials had to make a *tactical* retreat thanks to the eldars lurking in the shadows...to this day jaccx hates orkz and specially eldar for the lives they took at the mission making a warriors promise to his dead brothers to hunt down all xenos and the responsible eldars of the slaugther. Never wearing a jump pack again jaccx has come to the idea *I want them to see their doom coming...not by the sky nor by surprise but rather straight at them!* still taking his stalker everywhere he goes... the chapter master has send jaxxc to serve in the deathwatch more like in a personal journey to avenge his brothers and to gain knowledge as much as he can on xenos hoping to complete his promise and to learn from other astartes with similar experiences. (Heres a pic a friend did for me for how my marine could look ) http://i.imgur.com/69qbXMM.jpg And sorry for the wall of text! if there is anything wrong i will gladly change it.
Combination of a need to feel different and or individual among a group of largely the same genetically modified beings also they may just not like how the the MK.VIII looks
Alright let's begin let's keep it simple for the first mission brief after a briefing you have three posts a piece for describing pre mission prep and your thoughts on what lays ahead of you from there the mission will begin. *The Commander walks into the room clad in ancient armor of an unknow pattern his features are strong and regal he carries a massive halberd with him the blinding yellow of the marines malevolent drapes his shoulder his voice is sharp and thunderous* right you worthless young bloods your first mission is a ork hunt the agri world of Quatermane has a nasty infesation and you lot are the exterminators you will be deployed in the only city this planet has The Golden Mane from there you will have a 3 kellicams of a march to the last know location of the beasts from there do what you must is that clear*A look of pure arrogant revulsion is on his face*
"Yes Commander!" Linkin replied as the Watch Commander walks out of the briefing room. During from the briefing, he heads to his quarters. On a table his bolter and other equipments laid on top, stripped and cleaned every morning. He had just finished when he was told to report wtih his kill-team for a missions briefing. He quickly reassembles his weapons and gear (he already had his armor on) and kneels down by his bed. "Emperor, please grant us strength to cleanse this menace from your domain, for without your example, none of us would be here. Open our eyes to your teachings and steel our souls against those of the wicked." Standing up he heads over to a chair and sits down, pulling out his copy of the Codex Astartes and begins reviewing the section of waging war against the Greenskins. He does this for rest of the day and retires for the mission departure in the future, knowing that he'll need to gather his things and report to one of the void docks for the mission very soon.
The Tempest Hunter, after the briefing, swiftly strides to his room, where his weapon, a combi-melta, lay. Other equipment lay scattered, such as a chainsword, multiple grenades and so forth. Aurelius kneeled, and started to pray. "Most venerated Emperor, please guide our kill-team through our mission to slay the hated Orks! Give us the strength to cleanse their filthy presence from your holy domain!" He intoned. He stayed like that for a few minutes, lost in thought. [Rebuild later, I just woke.]
OOC: Steelfang, it will really help if you used more punctuation when you write large walls of text. I would appreciate it if you could do so.
