Wrist blade that seems to be used for cutting through armor. I was wondering how common they were. Player Name Vulpas Character Name - Nora Lumen Gender Female Age 29 Appearance Pepper colored hair, Nora stands about 6 feet tall and looks like a relatively normal human, Except for her sharp fangs that have recently grown in with her time spent in the wastes of the hive along with her left hand seemingly becoming claw like. Wearing a trench coat and a poorly salvaged flak vest and gloves to help conceal and protect her hands and a poorly salvaged rebreather and goggles. Nora keeps her mutations and much of her own face concealed much of the time. History: Nora Lumen a former PDF medic. Nora spent much of her early life learning at a ecclesiastical church helping her older sister and mother tend to the shrine of the emperor, Nora's father being a PDF sergeant before being drafted into the guard was only heard through much from messages before being listed as KIA. Her older sister joined the church one day eventually becoming a Hospitaller, While spending time with her sister Nora often learned about how her sister put people back together how to treat wounds infections and fix the body. Deciding to put her skills to use she decided to join the worlds PDF hoping to use her skills to help wounded and possibly. Nora skills came to use in times when rioting began and her fellows squad mates in the PDF were injured or during mutant culling when someone lost a limb or began losing blood. Becoming one of the top medics in the PDF she felt pride in her work. Until one of her final days as a PDF. during one terrible encounter plague and gang war she and her squad was dispatched to the lower hive in gang territory to help quarantine the area and treat the sick with a group of sister hospitallters her older sister Oran was with them. While trying to keep the area quarantine and treat those that were not beyond saving a desperate gang had armed themselves and wanted to escape many of them carrying the plague and were far beyond saving. A large fire fight broke out Nora's sister being killed in combat and many of Nora's squad mates were killed. when the fire fight ended Nora had been shot several times her left arm had been badly mangled and her own mental state had degraded to a state were she was discharged after being retrieve and treated at PDF medical facility. Now without a job and most of her family gone Nora knew she wouldn't be able to live in the upper hive anymore, her own spirit shaken she felt only disdain as the former service she worked so hard for turn her back on her at this point in her life. Deciding to pull what favors she could from what remained of her few living friends and allies within the PDF she was able to acquire a few low quality weapons armor and ammo and tools for herself before she made her descent into the lower hive were she would try to carve out a new life for herself. Among her time living in the lower hive she found conditions to be deplorable pollution and chemical wastes made conditions toxic to live in and being forced out by larger gangs into the waste lands did not help her situation any better. Traveling the wasteland for a year and barley being able to survive day to day harden the hive worlder along with learning to survive in the under hive and in the wastes. Nora found that her time spent in the more toxic parts in the under hive had changed her. Nora's mangled arm had healed but her finger tips seemed to become sharper almost look like claws along with some of her teeth becoming fang like. Deciding she was tired of this life of wondering and longing for what she once had in the PDF she readied her weapon and began heading up the nearest hive to see if there would be a chance for her to use her skills to better her own and possibly others lives. Wargear : Stub revolver Make shift salvaged riot shield Wrist mounted improvised medical tools One frag grenade one homemade medkit
Also, people that need to finish up/ talk to me about char sheets before I can start (Willing to wait til next Monday for any new joiners before writing up IC) @Chikashia , @Vulpas and @Azathoth Also: Character sheets, now converted into the system! @GoreWrencha Character Name: da name's OG Log, yo fool! Original Gangsta, real hustler straight outta Underhive. Wat's Log you ask? Go ask yo momma, she still sore from last night *macho airthrust* Gender: Yo ass tryin ta make funk of me son? Should put a cap in yo ass kiddo. OG Log a real hustla, real lover. Ask any ho, dey tell Log be biggest male here *crotch grab* {Male} Age: Yo checkin' ma IDs man? Back off wit dis third degree Appearance: OG Log's ain't slave to fashion, I an I define me own style. Trendsetter, dat's who I an I is. Other mofos copies me. See dis body?! I an I worked real hard to 'chieve it. Look at dese puppies. mhm! Aah! Huh! *flexing muscles* So yo betta not mess with I. Kick yo ass to hurt and back. See dese tattoos? I an I is lover boy, each heart is fo ho I loved. But it ain't that simple some times. See da skulls inside hearts? Each for fool who thought dey can take me biatch away. Some times man gotta do what mans gotta do. Show those bustas whose real kingpin. Aint proud what I did, but if busta comes to yo face, yo make it drop cold. Aim to keep heart ahead skulls, but sometimes bustas come with homies as dey too scared to take OG Log one on one. History: I an I was born from the streets! Paragon of Underhive! Been on the gangsta business straight from the kiddo. Nicked wheels when I was wee'little, lifting fools from extra thrones as soon I could outrun them. Ye, I got record at Precinct. Bronzes would throw my ass to penals if dey would catch me. I have done isocube. Back when I was young an fool. Got caught. Served me time. Dirty place. An aint talking bout just floors. Mofo tried to shank me wif toothbrush, yo believe dat?! Aint going back dere fo'sho. Wargear: Ye I'm packing heat. Dere's jungle out there, urban wilderness. Haters after yo, trying to put cap in yo ass. Ice cold, man, ice cold. Dis used to be nice neighbor hood, yo could walk around an people would greet yo. Now? Bustas blast at yo at first sight and hajies pushin' dope in each corner. Real nasty. Man gotta protect himself and his family. Show dem bustas yo mean business. Dey show no respek if yo don' act as cold killah. Survival of fittest, yo know? {Stub-Pistol} @TuskatheDaemonKilla Name: Marcus Skyruss Gender:Male Age:34 Description:Marcus appears to have a muscular build and 6,5ft tall. His hands have mutated to have black claws at the end of his finger tips and his arms have turned black as well and the skin has turned tough as if the entire thing was a callus. His legs are that of a normal human the same can be said of his chest and head other than the mass of bandages covering his arms along with thick leather gloves that cover his hands to hide the mutations. He simply looks like a normal man in A duster and brown hat made of the same material as the coat. Even under the coat he wore simple jeans and a blue and white plaid shirt tucked in and a simple belt with a brass buckle. History:Marcus was once a normal boy that lived with his parents and baby brother in a small settlement out west in the chem wastes. That was until his younger brother by the name of Malrak started to show signed of psychic abilities when he was only five years old. After a few months the news had reached a local inquisitor who quickly made his way to their home. Even with the obvious danger his little brother posed Marcus and him were stull very close as a younger and older sibling ought to be and when the Inquisitor came and tore his brother away from him he was never quite the same. He was quiet and rarely went outside and what's stranger his arms started to turn black. By the time he turned twenty-four he left the settlement and headed into the wastes with nothing by a few guns and knives and an old but sturdy respirator. To those who saw him afterward what they saw startled them, a man seemingly wandering aimlessly though the wastes with nothing but a faded duster coat and a respirator for protection. However he was not wondering he was headed east though the chemical wastes to the nearest Hive city he knew of and he was going to get to the top of it no matter the cost. For only at the top is were he might have a chance of finding his brother. After ten long years of moving from settlement to settlement he finally made it to the hive city he had heard of and now he just has to work his way to the top. Wargear: (all weapons have their respective holster or sheath attached to his belt and hidden under his coat) -A note book with a very faded brown leather cover usually held within a pocket in the lining of his coat -A pen for the note book -Two large knives with hand guards (here) { 2x Shortened 1H blades} -Two stub revolvers(here) {2x Stub Pistols} -A thick long faded brown leather duster with gloves and hat made from the same material which is chem and fire resistant (Common Clothing, Chem+Flame Resist) -A lever action stub gun(here) {Stub Rifle} -Two ammunition Bandoliers crossing his chest {2X Storage space (Ammo)} -twelve throwing knives(here the holders for these are sewn into the lining of the coat) {12x Throwing 1H blades} -simple respirator {Respirator} -Two frag grenades {2x Frag Grenades} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @TechCaptain Name: Luger West Gender: Male Age: 29 Race: Imperial Hive Worlder Class: Bodyguard/ Muscle for Hire/ Enforcer / Thug/ Mercenary Equipment: Body Glove {Good Quality Clothing} Dark Color Blend Fatigues w/ Whisper Boots (Common Clothing) Poor Quality Flak Armor 'Devil's Kiss' Landrian Stiletto x2 (2X Stealthy 1H Blades) Garrote Wire {2H Blunt, Small and Stealthy} (Sulymann Holdout “Salvation”) Auto Pistol {Autopistol, Integrated Magazine, Compact + Small} Salvation Auger {Aspex,Civilian-Grade} Pendrift Dreadfuls Glass Cutter Ring Cognomen x1 Nail Bomb x1 {Improvised Frag Grenade} (Westingkrup "Slayer" Pump) Shotgun ("Bonefinger" Variant) {Shotgun, Resistant Materials} (Hax-Orthlack Armsman-10 Pattern Service) Pistol {Autopistol, Bulky + High Capacity} Wrist Sheathed Fighting Daggers x2 {2x 1H Blades, Esoteric Mount} Throwing Knives x4 {4X 1H Throwing Blades} Knuckle Dusters x2 ( 2x 1H Blunt, concealable) Description/History: Luger has well defined muscles but is not a big man. He can be described as wiry. With his Grey-green eyes and brown hair and average height, he blends in with other Underhivers but his weapons and readiness to reach them, makes him a dangerous man amongst other underhivers. This and his liking to wear dark color clothing over his body glove makes him a scary man. He has a short crew cut hair that he maintained after the PDF. Also he grew out a small goatee. For scars he has signs of a nose that had been broke then fixed and A knife scar across his right eye. Formerly a PDF trooper, he served for a few years as an excellent fighter especial with a pistol or a knife. But he had a discipline problem, he liked fighting so much he would egg people to fight him and sometimes he didn't know when to hold back. When he didn't hold back people died, so they court marshaled him. He served his sentence in jail and dumped into the under hives where he found work as Muscle for hire. The was few jobs to low for him, though he was honorable about keeping his word and staying bought. His reputation of a vicious fighter and a dead eye shot earned him many a contract. On his person he hid an extra small holdout revolver under a sleeve, two thin daggers in his boots, and a garrotte wire in the lining of his fatigues. ~~~~ @Keidivh Name: Tyesha Demetris Age: 23 Gender: Female Class: Unsanctioned Psyker Appearance: Tyesha has the looks of an attractive, desirable young woman. This is used to her advantage, as she manipulates those who oppose her will. She was enchanting purple eyes, and short purple hair, trait of her long ago home world, which also gave her pale, fair skin. Her dark blue robes cling tightly to her form. She is short, standing at 5'2 and petite, but this is just another illusion, as her psychic blows have laid low many a warrior. History: Tyesha grew up in comfort and luxury of the upper habs in one of the Hive cities of Taranis. A sing child, Tyesha never wanted for anything, any luxury only the snap of a finger away. However it wasn’t all simple relaxation and luxury all the time. Being a noble of Taranis was a bloody business. Noble houses commonly feuded with each other. This ranged from clandestine blackmail and stealing sensitive documents, to bloody street wars and assassination attempts. Tyesha was exposed to all of this, and quickly learnt that you needed to strike first, or you’d be dead in the gutters. However one couldn’t just go up and stab your rival in the face! That was so plebian! No no no no no NO! One needed convoluted schemes, dramatic assassinations! Schemes and plotical coups that could take decades to come to fruition! Tyesha became fluent in it all, maintaining an innocent, alluring guise, draped over a vicious, predatory mind. She was growing into a fine heir, and was set to become one of the most powerful players on Tanaris. Until the most horrifying things happened. It started slowly. She would hear a voice, but no one had spoken. When she touched someone’s hand, it would give them a light shock. It grew increasingly worse over the course of a month, and soon arcs of lightning were erupting from her hands, and peoples thoughts flooded into her mind, driving her to the edge of insanity. Desperate to protect their only child, her parents brought in a local sanctioned psyker, who showed a great deal of empathy towards the struggling young girl. Over the course of a couple years she was taught how to try and curb her powers, block out the noise. To be in control. But her disappearance didn’t go unnoticed to the nobility, who could smell the vulnerability in the smog riddled air. It was House Valtinus that found out the truth, an old and bitter rival of House Demetris. They didn’t find out though until Arbites barged into their home, slaughtering their house guard within minutes.One thing they hadn’t counted on, was her psyker teacher being there. Due to his sacrifice, Tyesha was able to escape. Her parents were not so lucky. In a grand spectacle, they were publicly executed by a firing squad for harboring an unsanctioned psyker, alone and with terrifying powers that threaten to consume her, Tyesha fled far from the Sky Habs that had been her home, and descended deep into the underbelly of Tanaris. Equipment: · Family Staff {2H Blunt Melee} · Laspistol {Laspistol} · Dark blue, robes and hood {Common Clothing} · Book of her teacher · Family Knife {1H Sharp Weapon, Small} Quotes "Every day my mind is assailed with horrors men cannot even begin to fathom, and I still manage to look this good!" Tyesha.... To herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @High_Adept_Zeth Character Name: Gender: Presumably,male; Age: 40; Appearance: (Under construction) History: (Under construction) Wargear : -Heavy duty robes with faded Cult symbols; -Flak armor; -A rusted amulet that was once an Opus Machina; -Cadence - Spectre assault device (with three different ammo types) {Autogun with integrated weapon(Shotgun) and Fire Selector (Tri-Mag)} -Chimera Pistol Sword {1H Blade with Integrated weapon(Autopistol)} -Bilge Grenade; -Two backpacks; {2X Storage: General} -Tool-kit; {Combi-tool} -Chem-package; -Data-slate; -Data-wafer; -Credit-stick; -Coinpurse; -Chronometer; ~~~~~~ @XV-878 Character name: Gate Kurman Age: 28 Gender: Male Class: Ex-Enforcer, Smuggler Equipment: Combat Shotgun {Shotgun} Normal shells Vox-thief Flak Armour [Poor quality] Black fatigues Utility knife {1H Blade, Small} Comm-bead Description / History: Gate has a stocky build, standing shorter than most but compensating for it with a natural muscular girth. He has dark brown eye and short, wiry black hair flowing into a bushy and well-groomed beard. His overall appearance bears a rough, dirty look unremarkable amongst the hordes of downtrodden underhive scum, but his demeanour carries an unmistakable edge of order that sets him apart; betrayed the odd uncontrollable bureaucratic obsession or some arbitrary neatness in his possessions. Gate was born the son to one of the many multitudes of middle-houses that exist in society between the underhive and the upper houses, existing mostly to act as a social buffer zone and perform jobs bridging the two economic extremes. The Kurman family line was one of law enforcement, with many generations of sons and daughters finding themselves in the employ of the hive enforcer cadres that maintained order on Taranis under the occasional discretion of the Adeptus Arbites. Gate was no exception, and upon coming of age joined the enforcer cadres along with this three brothers and two sisters with little other thought. Gate, however, was different from his siblings. He had difficulty adjusting to the idea of a life of selfless duty, concerned only with meeting the details of his superiors. An attitude such as that - within the relatively oversight-free enforcer cadres - meant that Gate was able to avoid his official duties and instead pursue his own agenda. For the most part, his agenda coincided with that of the law; he loved nothing more than satisfying his personal vendettas against criminals and orchestrating their downfall. But his pride and willingness to bend the rules put him at increasing risk and increasingly close to betraying the laws he was intended to enforce. His fall came as the result of a particularly elaborate sting, in which he began his own smuggling ring in order to attract an affluent black market buyer with a large bounty on his head. However, his plan failed; the black market buyer he had been hoping to attract was captured by another bounty hunter on the day he was planning to make the transaction and perform the sting. As a result, he was left with a large amount of smuggled goods and no bargaining chip to justify his actions in the form of the black market buyer. His attempts to cover his tracks failed, and he was promptly identified as a smuggler, discharged from the enforcer cadre and a bounty put on his head. Ever proud and ever an optimist, Gate decided that this was for the best; he was getting bored of operating from within the cadre and he was making more hive credits from the smuggling business than he ever did as an enforcer. Robbing everything he could from his poorly supplied office in the neighbourhood, he left to disappear into the shifting lawless crowds of the underhive and make a new life. ~~~~~~~~~~~ @Vulpas Character Name - Nora Lumen Gender:Female Age:29 Appearance Pepper colored hair, Nora stands about 6 feet tall and looks like a relatively normal human, Except for her sharp fangs that have recently grown in with her time spent in the wastes of the hive along with her left hand seemingly becoming claw like. Wearing a trench coat and a poorly salvaged flak vest and gloves to help conceal and protect her hands and a poorly salvaged rebreather and goggles. Nora keeps her mutations and much of her own face concealed much of the time. History: Nora Lumen a former PDF medic. Nora spent much of her early life learning at a ecclesiastical church helping her older sister and mother tend to the shrine of the emperor, Nora's father being a PDF sergeant before being drafted into the guard was only heard through much from messages before being listed as KIA. Her older sister joined the church one day eventually becoming a Hospitaller, While spending time with her sister Nora often learned about how her sister put people back together how to treat wounds infections and fix the body. Deciding to put her skills to use she decided to join the worlds PDF hoping to use her skills to help wounded and possibly. Nora skills came to use in times when rioting began and her fellows squad mates in the PDF were injured or during mutant culling when someone lost a limb or began losing blood. Becoming one of the top medics in the PDF she felt pride in her work. Until one of her final days as a PDF. during one terrible encounter plague and gang war she and her squad was dispatched to the lower hive in gang territory to help quarantine the area and treat the sick with a group of sister hospitallters her older sister Oran was with them. While trying to keep the area quarantine and treat those that were not beyond saving a desperate gang had armed themselves and wanted to escape many of them carrying the plague and were far beyond saving. A large fire fight broke out Nora's sister being killed in combat and many of Nora's squad mates were killed. when the fire fight ended Nora had been shot several times her left arm had been badly mangled and her own mental state had degraded to a state were she was discharged after being retrieve and treated at PDF medical facility. Now without a job and most of her family gone Nora knew she wouldn't be able to live in the upper hive anymore, her own spirit shaken she felt only disdain as the former service she worked so hard for turn her back on her at this point in her life. Deciding to pull what favors she could from what remained of her few living friends and allies within the PDF she was able to acquire a few low quality weapons armor and ammo and tools for herself before she made her descent into the lower hive were she would try to carve out a new life for herself. Among her time living in the lower hive she found conditions to be deplorable pollution and chemical wastes made conditions toxic to live in and being forced out by larger gangs into the waste lands did not help her situation any better. Traveling the wasteland for a year and barley being able to survive day to day harden the hive worlder along with learning to survive in the under hive and in the wastes. Nora found that her time spent in the more toxic parts in the under hive had changed her. Nora's mangled arm had healed but her finger tips seemed to become sharper almost look like claws along with some of her teeth becoming fang like. Deciding she was tired of this life of wondering and longing for what she once had in the PDF she readied her weapon and began heading up the nearest hive to see if there would be a chance for her to use her skills to better her own and possibly others lives. Wargear : Stub revolver {Stub Pistol} Make shift salvaged riot shield {Improvised Shield} Wrist mounted improvised medical tools {Improvised Chiurgeon’s tools} One frag grenade {Frag Grenade} one gomemade medkit {Improvised Medipack}
We got ragtag group of ex-soldiers, mutants, adepts and one loud mofo called OG Log. I feel sorry for Hive...
