Character Sheet Name: Boris Markses Age: 32 Gender: Male Role: Emperor Loving Guardsman! Wargear: Heavy Stubber (Safety Features Deactivated, Bi-Pod, Sacred Inscriptions, Harness) Las-Pistol, Carapace Armor, Entrenching Tool, Micro-bread, Re-breather, Frenzon (1 dose per deployment/restock), Various Iho-sticks, Ration Packs and a canteen of Recaf all nestled up snuggly with a Demolitions Kit. Appearance: Large, in charge and ready for duty Boris Markses looks like an even better fed version of any other good Emperor loving Vostroyan. Rarely without his thick great coat, forsaking it only in lethal heat conditions, it is even more an illusive sight to catch Boris without his carapace armor which was so graciously rewarded to him as an upgrade upon becoming part of the good Inquisitor's retinue. Even with such thick, heavy dress bulking out his form it is clear to see that Boris is already a powerfully built figure like any heavy weapons trooper worth his salt should be. Having spent the larger part of his life time as a mule for a heavy stubber, and at times firing platform as if he were no better than a Krootox, Boris is understandably muscular, sturdy and more than a little bit deaf. His face is characterized by a thick, scrubby hedge of black beard that is well out of protocol and seems to be his only breach taken as part of the luxury of serving an Inquisitor. Well that and a handful of sanctioned 'combat stimulants' but that's another matter entirely.... Never without a smile or some uplifting quip one may find this Vostroyan a great many things ranging from crazed, infuriating or reassuring but never anything less than blindly loyal like all proper Guardsmen should aspire to be. Not to mention he makes a damned fine meat shield. History: Boris came into Inqusitorial service following the events of Delta-Five-Nine where upon the Sixty Third Vostroyan First Born regiment were thrown at a renegade space station at the behest of Inquisitor Marlex whom had tracked down and cornered an Alpha Legion sorcerer within its confines after many long years of hopping from rebellion to rebellion in search of the conspirator and traitor. Boris would come to his attention during a trial by his peers where the trooper, twenty three at the time, had been accused of killing his own comrades in cold blood. Of course the truth was more complicated as always with Boris having executed no less than thirty two men in the aftermath of a sorcerous spell plague that had caused wide spread spontaneous mutation. Despite this set back the loyal men of the Sixty Third had continued to fight through hordes of cultist and worse things still until victory was at last theirs. It was then that the soon to be infamous heavy weapons trooper would go on to gun down his corrupted kin having been spared unclean growths himself for one reason or another. A man whom was so willing to turn on his former comrades to carry out his duties while also proving apparently resistant to the powers of the warp was a valuable tool for any Inquisitor dedicated to hunting down the Threat Within and Boris was promptly rescued from a begrudging juror and jury to act in direct service the the Holy Ordos Hereticus. There he has served since that single faithful day carrying out any and all duties set before him with courage as unflinching as his smile, no matter how dark or dour it may be. Of course there have been failures along the way yet none so much as tickle his conscious like the death of the dear Inquisitor, Boris normally a stout guard to the man having been absent from the battle in which he died thanks to a coma following a two on one fist fight with a pair of Ogryns who had been duped into serving more malevolent powers. Now he stands alongside the young Inquisitor Alicia pledged to serve her as readily as their former master. Flavor Quotes: "I could order that man to detonate a melta-bomb in his own hands and it would be done without a second thought. I could ask for a transport and if it was within his power he might bring us a Baneblade. I could ask him to sweep a street clean of seemingly innocent bystanders with that gun of his, it would be done with only a slight dip in his smile. Some might call him a monster, I call him monstrously effective. " Inquisitor Marlex on Boris "Now listen an listen well ye lot. I've been doing this here sort of things for nearly half me life now and I promise everything I've done in service to the Ordo is both more complex and important than just getting hacked apart by Orks. It isn't half as easy either while still being a hundred times more dangerous. I hate it, but I love the Emperor and his servants far more than I care about my own hide or petty little feelings. So in a few seconds when I gun down the lot of ye understand I'm not smiling because I get some sick kick out of seeing ye corpses twitch, its because I'm doing my duty and helping patch up ten thousand years of dishonor, so the least the bunch of ye can do is smile too knowing a great big ol' rest is coming, and that this is ye part to play in our god's plans. " Boris speaking to a squad of 'Compromised' Atillan Rough Riders following the 'War of False Saints'
Character Sheet Name: Agent 51 "Pierce" Age: 32 Gender:Male Role: Vindicare assassin Wargear: Exitus Pistol, Exitus Rifle, Spy mask, Chameleon synth skin suit and Cloak Appearance: around 6'5 feet, Pierce has brown hair and purple eyes and has the appearance that hes possibly of cadian descent, Pierce often has a cold look on his face focused on orders given and fulling his duties to the emperor like most vindicare, History: Agent 51 pierce has been through seven missions over his carrer, 4 of them Solo mission 3 of them working under a inquisitor and with allied forces including, Eversors, sisters of battle, guardsmen and psykers. The last three assignments he was on was with a allied Eversor with a power axe and inquisitor of the ordo Herticus taking out a planetary governor suspected in Dealing with xenos, while both the inquisitor and eversor assaulted the governors mansion when it was proved of this alliance, He waited for the governor to make his escape. when he knew he saw the governor boarding a valkyrie ship to a ship waiting in orbit he took out the ships pilot causing the she valkyrie to crash land before he confirmed his target was eliminated.
Since I was right about completing the char sheet, I'll drop it here and await for @Maleth judgement. Not sure how far can I go with the equipment, so I'll just do basics + a bike to at least sit in a garage If that's too much, I'll delete it. Character Sheet Name: Ogedei Khan Chapter: White Scars Age: 255 Gender: Male Role: Space Marine warrior liaised to Ordo Hereticus. Wargear: Bolt pistol, chainsword, ritual tulwar (instead of knife), jump pack, Mark VII power armor in colors of the White Scars, Assault bike "Malaya". Appearance: Normally built for a space marine (2.40m tall), black hair tied in a topknot, various scars across his face, both ritualistic and from battle. However despite his looks he has overall friendly personality and a soul of a poet, just like any White Scar. History: Ogedei's background is a bit shrouded, but nothing unusual for a member of the Space Marines to not tell everything to those outside their original Chapters. What is confirmed is that he is a member of the First Founding Chapter White Scars and is here on behest of his Chapter as an asset to help this branch of the Inquisition with his skills at uncovering heretics and thwarting hidden plots as well as throwing muscle where needed. Since it was not usual to have a Space Marine in Ordo Hereticus, the moment he got here he was transferred to the list of possible candidates for the Inquisitor Alicia's team.
Wait I thought he only meant Only one space marine and assasins were ok... If not I will just make the other charcter I planned a sister of battle.
I was PMing my character but I'll go ahead and post and see what every one says until @Maleth gets back. He is not as badass as he sounds or looks. Name: SPECTRE-77 (SPecial Excursion Capture, Terrorize, and Retrieval Experiment) Known by the Moniker "Firebat" Age: 42 Gender: Male Role: Skitarii Ranger Wargear: Ceres Pattern Bolt Pistol w/ Envenomed Bolt Shells Venator Blade (Envenomed) Dragon Scale Armor "Devil's Kiss" Landrian Stiletto (Envenomed) Voss Pattern Nightfire Flamer Purely a terror weapon, the nightfire uses refined promethium blended with toxic chemicals Iron-Eater Grenade x1 Viral Grenade x1 Choke Gas Grenade x1 9-70 Entrenching Tool Magnoculars Bionics Ocular Sight - Preysense Pict-recorder Hermetic Infusion Respiratory Filter Implant Microbead Installation Luminen Capacitors Internal Reservoir Appearance: Standing about 5'10". He wears a Blackened Beret that is soot covered. His pale skin is drawn around his cybernetic components and graying. The left side of his face has heavy scars from burns he has received using the weapons he gathered in hunting down his targets. His armor is a blacken scaled armor that gives him a wraith-like appearance especially for the lack of bulk most Skitarii have. He was more streamline as into aid in his hunter-killer missions. Both eyes have been replaced to enhance his vision and now give off an odd glow that is reminiscent of the Will-o-wisps. He has been cybernetically connected to his armor. History: He was a Skitarii Ranger sent out on long ranging missions to hunt down Heretek targets for his Magos. Time and time again he returned when others of his series did not. Instead of the usual rad-weapons his model series was issued toxin and flame weapons to destroy everything of the Hereteks and Dark Mechanicus. Eventually when requested by an Inquisitor to provide a faithful servant, his Magos provided him. His series was given a good deal of their minds to use as to best execute behind enemy line hunter missions. His wraith-like appearance and the terror of his toxic black flames were last fevered images burned into the souls of his targets. Even those lucky enough to come back thanks to the Chaos Gods remember the image of fire ghosts, burning all they know and love to cinders.
