OOC: Would recommend you that it depends on origin of character. Ultramarines for example all have greek-roman names where Imperial Fists and their successors have all german-austria like names. Etc.

Other than that as Savage said, Latin, Greek and Roman are good ways to start.

(OOC: I won't add another character. I alreayd have two, and BTW what does Tirana see from the sky?)

OOC: ill make the character tomorrow, too lazy today

(edit: AACK! I didn't mean to make two copies, there.)
The vox crackled to life. "Ramiel, Report! Is my Legion ready to begin storming the Imperial Barracks?"
Ramiel grunted with effort as he slammed his invisible maul into another Praetorian. Seeing the man's face caved in, he retreated to reply.
"My Lord! The Praetorian forces have fallen right into the trap! The Barracks should be devoid of troops!" A las-shot struck his skinless face, and he snarled in anger. After disposing of the offending Officer, he continued his report. "They will all die here, or taken prisoner! By the Gods, this I swear!"
Again, he was pelted by las-shots. This time, he was forced to cut the feed, so as to concentrate on the slaughter at hand.

OOC: I am still there, but had not found the time to post. I will probably not make a second character, because i am lacking the time.

OOC: you should be able to delete your double post if you want?
OOC: Also I think at this point Tirana would see the ambush below, the convoy advancing up the road, the conscripts making for cover and the barracks fortress.

IC:
The sound of a las shot crackled over the Vox just before it cut off. Sharr knew that Ramiel would be savoring the slaughter at this point. As would Alexander, the Khornate devote was a unique body guard. Though he thought of the warrior as more of a beast on a leash than a guardian, as if the Gods would allow such a weakness in any of their devotes.

The Chaos Lord too to the open canopy of the Land Raider and over looked his attack party. His retinue of chained daemon engines still howled and bayed for the coming slaughter. He turned to the Slaves and Astarties that held the daemon engines at bay, "Release the beasts!"

On the command, the Astarties revealed their chain axes and severed the chains. At last the crazed Defilers and Dreadnaughts were free to attack. The Defilers were slow, but their Demolisher Cannons belched volleys into the gloom, uncaring of what they hit. The Dreadnaughts, veterans of the long War and honored brothers, marched down the roads through the HAB Block and towards the convoy of the Praetorians. The march of these titanic daemon engines shook the very ground as though it were a tremor. At the head of the charge was the Dreadnaught Argen Xen, a veteran captain of the Legion now confined to a Dreadnaught. He howled through the Vox amplifier in the war machine.
"To my legion! Slaughter the lapdogs of the false emperor! They shall not leave Istvaan, in the name of Lorgar I swear it!"

Sharr watched as Argen Xen marched on, spraying the populated HAB buildings with his Flamer. It brought a moment of sorrow when he heard the old Captain. Sharr had served under Argen Xen on Istvaan V, but fell during the assault against the Ultramarines. At least he would continue to server the Primarch and the Gods.

Sharr turned to the rest of the assault tanks behind, "Advance!"


THe Praetorians own Convoy of Lemun Russ tanks had just advanced up the road. Stubbers and Heavy Bolters fired randomly in all directions, "Emperor's Teeth! I can't see a damn thing. To much smoke!"
"Keep Firing damn you!" Barked Colonel Rion . "We must not let them gain another step closer."

The road began to shake, as though a great tremor had struck. "What in the Emperor's name is this?" The Colonel held onto the canopy of his tank, losing his staff of office when he heard the grinding of machines and daemonic growls approach from his flank. He turned to see the glowing red eyes of a charging hulk with claws wreathed in electricity.

"FOR LORGAR AND THE WARMASTER!" The Dreadnaught was followed by at least five more behemouths. Along with Four towering Defilers that smashed their way through the towering structures.
The Impact shock his crew, but wasn't enough to topple the tank. Colonel Rion reached for the controls of the main cannon and swirled it around, bashing the long shaft into the side plating of the attacker. This only seemed to anger the beast. Rion fired a shot before the Dreadnaught slapped the stem of the barrel aside. The high impact shot missed it's target and went for another crazed war engine, catching it in the chest plate.
"Convoy, left face! Return fire!"

In unison the Tanks brought their main cannons and heavy bolter turrets to the new enemy and fired. Two tanks were destroyed, a thirst lost it's main cannon.

Argen Xen slashed his monstrous talons across the Lemun Russ, slashing it's armor like paper and cutting into the human pilot and side gunner without care. he still slashed at the tank as though it were a toy. "Glory to Aurellian! Leave none alive!" Argen Xen pierced both of his talons into the remnants of hte tank and lifted it off the ground. Colonel Rion reached down near his legs and found what he was looking for. He pulled himself atop the tank with the device in hand. He was well atop the Dreadnaught now, he leept off right as the crazed engine slammed the hulk into the road with an ear shattering CRASH. The last side gunner was dead. The Dreadnaught turned towards one of the other tanks.
"Your Emperor cannot save you now!"
Just as the daemon engine locked onto the Lemun Russ before it, a face appeared in it's vision. Holding tight to it's hulk, Colonel Rion activated the melta charge in his hand and slammed it into the face plate of the monstrosity.
"The Emperor protects!"
The Colonel dropped down and rolled away from the walker. The Melta charge bursting through the the face plate and into the rear power plant, sending the Dreadnaught into a bloom of fire. Though the victory was his, there were still more daemon engines ripping through his convoy. He happened upon his command cane laying on the road. He recovered it and made for the nearest operational tank.
"Pilot, get this convoy back to the compound on the double!"
"Sir...radars got more contacts coming right at us!"

From the shadows, twin beams of red light pierced through the night and into the tank behind the Colonel. The pilot was dead instantly, but the main guns continued firing. Like a predator beast, a new convoy of Traitor Legion tanks rolled past the Colonel. Their Las Cannon sponsons taking in a few stray shots, only scoring the armor, before popping thick plumes of smoke between themselves and the Imperials.

The Colonel climbed to the top of the tank and watched as the column of traitor armour advanced towards the barracks. All he could do was chuckle inwards, taking his Ihlo stick for a quick puff. "Clever sons of Grots!"

Sharr's Land Raider was the first to break through. Forward twin Heavy Bolter firing into the troops who ran for cover as the Las Cannons fired into any vehicle targets. Behind him Rhino transports, Land Raiders and Predator Tanks assumed their positions inside.
The Forward assault ramp opened and Sharr could see the sun rising up in the distance. He bathed in it's gold glow as he stepped out of the craft, followed by his entourage.

His power armour cast a Vox wide signal to his attack party, "Leave none alive!" He took Gore Fiend in hand and made for the nearest batch of Praetorians, firing a shower of las shots in his direction.

OOC: I believe someone was with Sharr in the land raider for the assault here. So now they are welcome to join in the party. sorry it took so long

OOC: I wasn't sure if I wanted to RP another character, but if we can get our own characters into mortal kombat, that would be awesome.
I'll post it up later today.

OOC: yeah, my idea is for Alexander to fight the character im going to make.... it will be glorious..... can i make someone in terminator armor by chance? a melee oriented terminator?

IC:
Richard saw Forfoz's tank drive forwards, wrecking havoc into the Imperial defenders. "Follow behind," he ordered the cultist driving the Taurox. Their own vehicle as well as the other tanks drove forwards through the now corroded gate. As they drove inside, Richard noticed the enemy gun emplacements closest to the gates were already torn and ruined by Forfoz's mighty vessel.
The din of battle echoed into the skies and created a ringing sensation in the nobleman's ears. Guardsmen orders barked at them by their superiors were blurred by the screams of agony of those much closer to the advancing tanks and cultists. The noises were combined with the chanting of the surrounding cultists, the growling engines of the tanks, and the blasts of the big guns mounted on them. His ears have never experienced such an environment.
"To the right," he commanded. The cultist steered the Taurox in that direction. Up ahead, Richard could see the massive Baneblade tanks of the Imperial Guard.

OOC: Hey guys back from a trip this weekend. I'll post something up tomorrow with new events. Hope everyone had a good weekend.