Player Name: Bjorn Hardrada Character Name: Eric Wyrm-Slayer (pronounced "Verm" or "Vurm") Age: he never kept track and frankly he doesnt give a shit how old he is, but his 'long fangs' are coming in, so older than the majority of Space Wolves Gender: male Job: Astartes Why/History: was the Vaerangi of a pack, until the rest of the pack was killed in a Tyranid incursion on some Emperor-forsaken world he never even learned the name of, he barely survived and it was feared he was going to have to be put into a dreadnought, but survived and now has a fully augmetic left leg, and an augmetic right leg below the knee (he still wears armor over his legs to protect them, unlike some marines do), when someone in the administratum who was in charge of a colony asked for aid in establishing the colony asked the Space Wolves for aid, presumably on the basis of how overly protective they can be of civilians, even to the point of open war with the Inquisition, someone up in the chain of command decided to send Eric Traits: Melee Expert: is extremely proficient in CQC, and will use axe, teeth, and anything he can get his hands on to win Space Wolf: has heightened sense of smell, can smell out any enemies and can track an enemy extremely well, his stamina and raw strength are also increased thanks to the Canis Helix Customized Bolter: has customized his bolter to have less recoil and be a little bit more accurate Flaws: Protective: believes it is his job to protect those who cant protect themselves, and will put himself in harm's way to do so Space Wolf: looks like a mixture of wolf and man, and smells of cooked meat and death, this often makes non-Fenrisians uncomfortable around him, he is very friendly, but most never stay around him long enough to realize this, as his appearance and smell usually scares them away, may also act in ways that may seem "rude" or "uncouth" or "uncivilized" to other people, but are normal to him Appearance: long white/blonde hair, long braided beard, yellow eyes, long canine teeth and a frightening smile, armor covered in Fenrisian runes and various trophies from slain enemies, looks barbaric compared to most astartes, his left pauldron has a tyranid head attached to it, the right has the Space Wolves emblem, wears a long cloak/cape made of fur from a Fenrisian wolf, wears it as a cape when in armor, and as a robe when out of armor Gear: Power axe that looks like frost surrounds it when activated Customized bolter (might piss off some Mechanicus guys, but it was made on Fenris by a Iron Priest, so the Mechanicus can suck it ) bolt pistol combat knife Runic Armor various grenades various trophies a small skull of some creature on a necklace which he believes protects him from harm (actually has a personal shield generator along the lines of an Iron Halo inside of it) small flask of Mjod (and the knowledge to make more)
Roles That have been Filled Scientists - Zaddion 'Scalpel' Octus (Biology), Teressa Fantero (Geology) Astartes - Aeturnus (Devastator), Bjorn (Tactical) Inquisitor - Inquisitor Mæse (Pronounced Ma-see) Farmer - Dimitry Aandol Mechanicum - Roh-mu 98, Isadore Venturi Governor - Stefanie Eisenfaust We have all that we require at the moment to start the role play, The First Post will be later today since i am in school and require time to make it Thankyou all for signing up and i hope you all enjoy this
It was November, and the final day of the Colony Ship Designation "Justicar". The patrons aboard were of a small crew but the best in there field. It was morning on the ship 6:30 am to be precise and all the personal were being taken out of cryo-sleep due to the long interstella flight. "Attention all crew, Colony landing on planet Halceon will be undertaken in 48 hours" was heard across the ship as the on-board AI was re-activated after the decades of travel. As each cryo tube was opened a loud hiss would sound off as a mist poured out of each bed spilling onto the floor, due to the suspended animation all the members would be sick from the travel, coughing and vomiting would be common from the sickness. The Astartes would not be amongst the human crew however but instead remain outside the doors to the Cryo chambers for guarding duties of course. It was a Blood Angel and a Space Wolf...an odd pair but highly effective never the less. "Well it appears the crew is awake...Care to greet them Bjorn?" he asked with a slight sly tone, they had spent the past 2 decades together and so were quite close. The blood angel walked through the door with a large bulk and heavy foot steps of Ceramite as he paraded down the hall "Greetings to all members of the Colony Ship Justicar, you may not remember but i am Aeturnus I shall be guarding yourselves with my trusty companion Bjorn, We shall be landing in 48 hours so please feel free to stock up on any lost time" he spoke with a hearty voice before turning to face Bjorn "Go make sure the Royals are okay" he spoke pointing to the right of him. Bjorn walked down the hall to greet the Governor and the Inquisitor as they were kept in a seperate chamber from the rest of the crew for protection purposes. The two were sitting upright and were not effected by such sickness as they were used to the feeling of Hyper Sleep due to augmentations. "Inquisitor, Governor...We have arrived" he said taking a knee towards the two "Myself and Aeturnus have taken liberty of making sure all is in order for the crew to begin the decent, we need only your go ahead" he arose to his feet as he walked over to a locker and pulled out 2 large duffle bags and placed them on tables that were beside each bed, in there contents would be the armour and what ever weaponry they would require "We shall see you downstairs" he spoke before walking off. Meanwhile Aeturnus would be introducing himself "Get yourselves ready for decent when prepared come downstairs for meals and equipment" he said before taking off down stairs with Bjorn OOC: Probably not the best starter but please just continue from where this ends
OOC: Well the hyper sleep stuff is traditional sci-fi stuff, not Wh40k. We got Warp Travel for a reason.... ^^ But I shall play along, Mr. GM. Stefanie, when awakening with her more simple garments felt slightly nauseous but pushed it off, with a hand on the bed as she sat up, headache annoying her - but it being nothing an Eisenfaust couldn't handle. After a felt eternity - sixty seconds - she regained full control and looked at the Astartes, nodding. At least it was not as horrible as the first few travels in her lifetime. Without further ado, she made for her bag and started to change in her appropriate clothing, a governor's robe and equipment. "So Inquisitor. I believe it is quite obvious how we handle it? I will ensure the Imperiums will is embodied and take care of the infrastructure, while you make sure that we have a working military arm. At least we don't have to establish straight up a church for the Ecclesiarchy to worry about, mh?" Her voice was soft, but determined. There was no wasting time with an Eisenfaust. The Imperium required more land to utilize, and so it shall be. What sort of planet this will become still depends on the actual layout and natural resources. High minerals? Forgeworld or a Hive World. High fertility, low minerals? Agri-World. Critical position and Medium minerals? Fortress World. It all would come down to what the current situation truly is.
Dimitry, who was shivering with fear when the Astartes came into the room, finally settled down. He had no idea where his belongings were and was feeling a bit nervous about whether everything he brought was taken on the ship. After having a meal he went down to the equipment bay and felt a relief when he saw that his shotgun was still there, it being the only thing left from his family. On his way up to the civilian quarters he bumped into the Governor, he had never talked to such a high ranking and important person before and thus had no idea how to behave around her. *Greetings Governor, it is an honor being here, I hope that the land we stumble upon is fertile with a lot of wildlife to study and tame. After all, we are going to need all the food we can get to get the colony not to starve. *
"Greetings... Citizen." Eisenfaust said, narrowing her eyes, slightly angered as she just had finished dressing up, but forgave the man - for now. "It seems you went in the wrong direction, and while I hope as well that we have a suitable planet here, I must dismiss you toward the Astartes who will guide you wherever you need to know, since I have to ensure the will of the God-Emperor is enforced." Lady Governor Eisenfaust simply replied in a polite voice as she holstered her master-crafted Las Pistol, decorated with her family emblem and symbols of the Imperium.
*Yes, of course Governor, may the Emperor watch over us* After his encounter with the Governor Dimitry went to his quarters where he waited anxiously for the arrival on the new world.
Stay calm, breathe in... And breathe out... As an accomplished Chirurgeon, it came as quite refreshing when Zaddion had the chance to practice his own craft on himself. He sat there for a few moments, long after the others had hastily left their own stasis chambers, getting into a controlled cycle of inhaling through his mouth and exhaling through the nostrils. To others his situation may have at first seemed comical, concerning, or any mix of the two, but of course the others were too busy dealing with their temporary sickness in a less-educated manner to notice. After just under a minute he made his way to his feet, almost completely free of the major effects that the awakening from stasis may have caused. Fifty five and a half seconds... Not bad. Of course there would be no rest for this Chirurgeon, many others within stasis would likely not have... Awakened as gracefully from their sleep and a few would no doubt require some form of assistance. Most who were learned in the field of Medicae would frown upon such a meaningless task, but this is why Zaddion was so eager to come in the first place. It was good to tend to the common citizens for once, they at least knew how to handle a little bit of nausea or injury without calling for assistance unlike many of the spoiled Highborns he had come across before now. OOC: I hope you don't mind, and I'll stop whenever you ask me to (I don't want to annoy anyone or any such thing) but I have a strong tendency to point out Lore inconsistencies. The last post was mostly accurate as far as my knowledge permits except at the mention of A.I. Machine Spirits would be the term for anything on the ship that is automatic, but actual Artificial Intelligence itself is Tech Heresy of one of the highest magnitudes.
