Rick hums pleasantly at the soothing touch. Well, tries to. It'd probably be terrifying to most people. "Yeah, I guess I'm kinda special. Do you think there is food where we're going?"
Margonal nods "I am quite sure of that. I have heard there will be fighting so I suspect as much" She continues to "pet" his carpace "You sure look big and strong"
"Why thank you! I chalk it up to good genes(tealers). Who, are you, kind madam?" Rick feels the light rumbling of the "Raider" as we begin to take off, wondering what sort of meals will be provided for him on the way, and when they get there.
She smiles "I am Margonal. A commisar about 15 years old. I find your species to be quite interesting" She giggles and takes a closer look on his fangs
Name: 'Torch' Age: 32 Mental Gender: Not Sure (Torch), Male (Clarence) Biological Gender: Not Sure Faction: Renegade Human Special Ability: King of Warpfire: Torch is a Psyker, a relatively powerful one at that. He/she is however, lacking in any sort of training in most fields, Psyniscience, Psychic Knowledge, and most discipline might as well not exist to his/her mind. Pyromancy though? Heh, just try and stop that psychopath. Traits: Absolute Pyromaniac: Torch has absolute knowledge and skill with all things remotely related to fire, including how to use Flame/Melta weaponry with an excellent degree of skill, having prior knowledge of how things burn and basically anything else one could thing of relating to combustion. If there was a PhD in 'Burning Things and all Thing Burny,' Torch would've had it many times over. He/she also really enjoys spicy food. Excellent Armourer: Despite his/her short temper and overall inadequate psychology for learning more peaceful arts, Torch expresses his/her love for flame through his/her self-designed, masterfully crafted weapons and armour. Somewhat of a savant with engineering, he.she finds it incredibly easy and somewhat interesting to build devices of a low-mid level (or high level tech assuming it directly correlates to an eventual combustion.) Warrior Primus: Strong, fast, tough, agile and skilled in unarmed combat, Torch is possessing of slightly higher than standard physical features and combat abilities, putting lower-tier Guardsmen to shame. However, none of these are particularly incredible, certainly not enough to warrant a Trait for them individually. Flaws: ... Absolute Pyromaniac: Fire is often the greatest way to obtain collateral damage, and unfortunately Torch uses absolutely nothing else assuming there is an option to use such. Furthermore, being obsessed with fire and the destruction it causes leaves him/her a little unhinged outside of battle at best... Put him/her in a fight with fire involved (which almost all are, with him around) and you've basically got a completely insane, flaming tornado of Sororitas-arousing proportions. Intense Aquaphobia: As a child, Torch's father would squirt him/her with the Imperial equivalent of a water pistol as punishment, ever since then he/she has suffered from an intense and rather irrational fear to pure water. Constant or high level exposure to relatively pure water results in... Clarence. Clarence: It is a little known fact that Torch is Schizophrenic, but it is a fact nontheless. Clarence is a calm, shy and gentle pacifist who currently enjoys nothing more than a healthy, water filled routine as well as long walks on the beach. He once dedicated his entire love to his girlfriend, Gertrude, though upon the day he was to ask for her hand in marriage he remembered lighting a candle before blacking out. He awoke to be told that Gertrude had been burned alive in some fire-related accident and is subsequently extremely Pyrophobic. He rarely comes out anymore, as when he does he often gets beaten by his brutish "room mate," though once Torch has passed out from mental exhaustion (often with the aid of lots of water, as nothing else phases the crazy bastard) he may take control of the body once again, at least until Torch awakens. Equipment: - Modified Suit of Light Power Armour (Modified Power Source, Flame/Heat-Resistant, Prometheum Storage) -- In-built Jump-Jets (Short Range) -- 2x In-built Wrist-Mounted Hand Flamers (Each Arm) -- In-Built Psy Focus (Shards of Gertrude's Charred Bones) - 6x Homemade Firebombs - 12x Spicy Brand Lho-Sticks - Bottle Of Spiced Wine 'Burn the Heretic, 37,982'
Vixith grunted something and went back to talking in a language that hurt the ears of all who heard it, the many guns it had seemed to have a life of their own and aimed at all the occupants of the "raider"
Eventually the 'Raiders' got closer to their target destination. "Three hundred meters distance, everyone ready for disembark!" The pilots yelled as the attached Heavy Bolters opened fire. Those that were at the opened top of the 'Raider' could easily see a small Imperial Outpost. There were 4 towers, one in each corner, and low wall/barricades just for the soldiers to look over them. But no heavy weapons. Yet the base seemed full with hundreds of soldiers as they roared and their Las Rifles and Carbines opened fire on the armored vehicles, only ruining the paint.
And so, as he had been for the past 2000-so years, Malgoth drifted through the warp, still rather disappointed by the shortcomings of his previous wielder. Showed a lot of promise, that lass did. No matter, he would be spat out of the Warp and be taken up by a new, worthy wielder... eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.
Torch climbed atop the 'Raider' and stood tall, basking in the sight of a soon-to-be battle. The excitement was only outshone, both literally and figuratively, by the gouts of orange flame emerging from the outward pointing fingers. Did it carry the risk of burning the others in the transport? Yes. Was it basically a cry for enemy attention? Yes. Did it drastically increase the chance of an Anti-Tank Weapon's aim being directed towards their transport? Of course! "Ladies, gentlemen and everything in-between, welcome to the show!" The voice probably did little over the sound of the Heavy Bolters, but alas such were the effects of a potential thing to burn on Torch's one-track mind.
