Most people who are bothering to look at this thread already know the Warhammer story to date. So, I won’t bother going over it too much here. Suffice to say, Gulliman Rose from the dead, Cadia exploded, Fenris burned, Baal nearly cracked under the weight of an entire hive fleet, Nurgle tried to claim the title of 'most active chaos god', and most importantly the Eye of terror morphed into the great rift that ripped the galaxy itself open and cut the Imperium in two and set hundreds of worlds both literally and figuratively ablaze in warpfire. All in all it was a busy time for the Imperium. But that is by no means a comprehensive list of all the fuckery and shenanigans that befell the Imperium and the galaxy at large in the last 200 years of the Warhammer timeline.

What is important now is this. It’s the 42nd Millennium, And the Galaxy itself burns. Which honestly isn’t your immediate concern, as mere mortals of the Astra militarum (ones who are stuck on the wrong side of the Great rift to boot) you only know a fraction of what has been going on in the Imperium at large lately, and you probably give even fewer shits. Your most immediate concern is surviving the campaign you’re in right now. You don’t have the time or energy to worry about the next one just yet.

And just for reference of the current timeframe, The glory and majesty of the Avenging Son and his Indomitus Crusade has come and gone from the Dark Imperium. Supposedly he left a great many weapons behind to help the Lord Commander (Now Regent of the Imperium Nhilis) Dante to hold his half of the Imperium together but none of you have noticed a difference. Everything is still going to shit, and you’re all expected to wade into the middle of the pile.

As players you will be taking the roll of Guardsman. Specifically, one of the now numerous regiments made ad hoc due to massive casualties sustained by the nightmarish conflicts against chaos incursions, backed by poor and sporadic resupply of arms and recruits. This means that the regiment we are a part of will allow players to be from a variety of backgrounds. Either something established or made up. Whether conscripts or veterans from a (formerly) reputable regiment.

Our job, in general is to do our small part in helping keep the shattered Imperium Nhilis together against all odds. A daunting task to be sure. The Rp will be heavily centered around fighting the forces of chaos, as that is now more than ever the greatest threat to the Imperium. With most of our efforts dedicated to combating the endless horrors that try to spill through the rift. Though that isn't to say our enemies will be exclusively chaos.

Our equipment however will be mostly standard imperial infantry kit. Mostly, because again with poor rates of resupply the regiment generally makes do with what it can scrounge together. And supplements the rest with the tried and true ‘beg, borrow and steal’ approach to the idea of service support and quartermastery. So, some of your equipment will be from your home regiment but all uniforms where possible have been replaced with standard imperial green fatigues. The only backgrounds I would ask to avoid for now are penal legions, and cadians. Mostly because I'm not sure how to handle the idea of Cadians right now. Oh, and no Felinids. I really don't think I can say that enough, but I know I will get asked it anyway. NO FELINIDS! Don't ask, you’re not getting an exception.

Resources all over the Dark imperium are stretched thin so keep that in mind when trying to select your character’s equipment. A flamer or a Heavy stubber are reasonable, even a melta, but I’ need you to sell me on a plasma gun. Players in the platoon can be sergeants and corporals (I would like at least a few of these), heavy weapons teams (you can make and play two characters for that one), weapon specialists (Again keep it reasonable, both in terms of the weapon itself and how many other people are taking this role. If we inexplicably have every character trying to wield ultra scarce specialty guns than I’ll have it so that no one gets them.)

And finally, to the inevitable questions regarding auxiliaries. This is a tough one, if the RP doesn’t have a lot of players I do not want a lot or even any auxiliary roles. It’s a guard rp and without guardsman It’s rather pointless. And while on this note, Characters are going to be overwhelmingly infantry. They may have had other roles before they were amalgamated into this new regiment but now they are like any other battleline Infantry soldier. And while I encourage your character to have retained some momentos from their old regiment, i.e their rifle as replacements are in short supply, maybe iconic parts of their uniform, etc. Characters are not going to be bringing over things like steeds, or power swords or other crazy shit. Be reasonable, and don’t try to be to much of a snowflake.

If we have a lot of Imperial guard players than I am more open to allowing people playing auxiliaries. As for what constitutes an auxiliary. I have the following list. So if you really wanted to play that priest, just be ready to make a guard character instead. It honestly will depend on how popular this idea ends up being.
-Ogryn
-Ministorum Priest
-Enginseer/ tech adept
-Primaris psyker/ telepathica adept/ unfortunate Astropath
-Stormtrooper
-Drivers/ vehicle operators (I might change my mind on this one but only with regards to light vehicles like sentinels. But only sentinels)

As usually with my rps I like to get a co-gm or two if I can just to help keep things running smoothly and to bounce ideas off. So if your interested hit me up.

Name: Adelbert Miklosz Nagy-Szoklan

Character Description: Like all Ratlings Adelbert is quite short at approximately four feet in height. He has scruffy brown hair across most of his body, darkening to a tree-bark colour upon his head. His eyes are of a near identical colour to his hair and are headed by thick eyebrows. On his face is a very thin stubble usually appearing to just be part of his skin-colour. He has a moderate chin and nose but very contoured cheeks alongside his small but faintly pointed ears.



Role: Corporal and cook of the Shirran 69th "Brawling Badgers."

Specialties: Adelbert is a crack-shot like all ratlings, and is a good cook as well noted for his culinary skills to the point that he was noted even amongst his glutonnous-gourmet kinsmen. He is also a good scavenger like the rest of his sub-species going as far as being able to fabricate various Munitorum stampings and such to help when pilfering enemy munitions and such.

Characteristics:

Weapon Skill: 5
Ballistic Skill: 8
Strength: 4
Toughness: 4
Agility: 8
Intelligence: 6
Perception: 7
Willpower: 4
Fellowship: 4

Equipment: He doesn't have any coherent uniform, wearing clothes much more akin to civilian garb than any sort of military attire including a wee bonnet. Yet underneath all this is he hides an XXS sized mesh-vest, alongside flak elbow/knee pads, long gloves, and capped boots to help him climb in addition to some basic defence. He carries a long-las, and an ornate and well made laspistol in a contrasting simple synthetic leather holster. In a leather bag he carries his cooking kit and improvised close-combat weapons, including a butcher-knife, a long fillet knife, a strong plasteel pot and pan, and various other implements to help him cook as well as a data-slate for miscellaneous needs.

Personality: He is quite stereotypical for one of his kinsmen. Quite jolly he is happy to tell an obscene joke and puff on his pipe even as enemy armour is about to roll over and flatten his regiment. He enjoys and values a good meal and drink above all else followed by a nice Lho-stick as a natural gift of the God-Emperor. Despite this he contains an inner order calmly sorting things in his mind into priorities based on probability and importance which he will methodically set out to accomplish, be it melting the face of an arch-heretic from miles away or finding local root vegetables for a nice stew.

History: He was born on the quaint early industrial world of Shirran Prime. His home subsides on it's ultra fertile soil that it uses to feed several systems alone, while still having enough to make sure all of the Ratling population has enough to make each man have an impressive collection of chins.

However, when a threat was coming towards the system the neighbouring planets called on Shirran for military aid, to which it reluctantly agreed.

Enter Adelbert.

The planetary governor of Shirran was a native of it, and apart from popping off every other night to work on data-slates and cogitators he was more or less like any of the planet. He had a neighbour however, one that he didn't like. One that he suspected of being too friendly with his wife, one who had been the winner of far too many local fairs and contests.

Here he exhibited some pettiness also typical to the sub-species, and one of the first on the list of those picked to join the military expedition was Adelbert Miklosz.

Naturally he was misinformed of the full nature of how service in the Guard works, but it didn't matter. He was sent of to Ganua Tertius as his first warzone. It was a nasty place, a swampy world only inhabited because it was rich in petrochemicals and other substances necessary for mass production of promethium. There undergoing was an invasion of the Death-Guard, in addition to countless heretics. Naturally he was assigned to a Ratling sniper auxilia, where he had his first sight of non-Abhumans. He fought with tooth and nail sticking to orders and assignments, even managing to explode the brains of a plague marine giving orders to his minions. The conflict was more or less abandoned when the planet had so many traitor Astartes deployed it was seen as more valuable to just explode the refineries of the the planet to consume the heretics with it. Only 5% of the Guard were evacuated, and Adelbert was only part of it because another regiment was in dire need of such an auxiliary as Ratlings.

From then on his auxiliary force went hopping from regiment to regiment, world to world as a quick destroyer of enemy elite forces. Be they taking out Ork Nobz or Eldar Exarchs they would drop in, harass enemy leadership, and then evacuate to another front with disarrayed enemies now ready to be mopped up by standard troops. It is now that his auxiliary is attached to a larger Guard force, ready to kill the next enemies of man.

Name: Darius Catadan

Character Description: It’s a well-known fact that the Hawks come from a low-grav world. Darius is taller than you average imperial citizen, and enough time fighting on the front has made it so that he’s got the muscle and strength to back it up as well. With cropped black hair and permanent stubble, he looks every bit the veteran, and he follows it up with a pair of steel-grey eyes.

Despite his time on the front, the Emperor has blessed him, and he’s ended up surprisingly free of mutilations. He’s missing two toes, and has non-cybernetic implants in his leg, from where his grav-chute decided that 37 feet up was the perfect time to malfunction, and he broke his leg in seven different places.

Role: Harakoni Warhawk 72nd Veteran Special Weapons Trooper (Formerly.) Squad Sergeant and Special Weapons Trooper (Current.)

Specialities:

• Independent operation. Grav troopers are expected to spend time behind enemy lines, and that’s a risky and difficult job. ‘Hawks are trained to be more flexible and independent than your average trooper, and Darius is no exception, although he’s more of ‘go and blow everything up’ kind of guy at heart.
• Armour destruction. Enemy armour is always an issue to the trooper on the ground. With melta galore, Darius is trained to reduce enemy steel to slag before it becomes an issue to the rest of the troopers.
• Special operations. If you need to storm an enemy base, plant a demolitions charge, and then leg it, Darius is your man. If you need to assassinate an enemy leader, Darius might not be able to take the shot, but he sure as hell can get the sniper there so he can.
• Rapid response. Darius is trained to plug holes if and when they come up. If an extra hand is needed manning a heavy weapon, or if a vehicle gunner has been slain, most likely Darius will step in to fill the role.

Equipment Specialities.

• Lasgun. Old reliable. When you’re facing down a horde of the latest thing trying to kill you, a solid blast to the face from a lasgun tends to stop it dead in it’s tracks. Accept no substitute.
• Combat Shotgun: Apart from this, of course. When you really need an ork out of your face in the next 0.3 seconds, otherwise you’re going to be bisected by a blade bigger than your head.
• Krak grenades: Twist the magnetic seal, lob ‘em at enemy armour, then get your head down, because it’s about to cause a hell of mess.
• Meltagun: There’s a lot of things drop troops really don’t want to see. At the top of that list is enemy armour coming in to the one position you’ve been instructed to hold. The meltagun ensures that said armour will not be a threat after roughly 2 seconds of charging, and then a superheated burst will reduce any fancy armour to rubble.
• Grav-Chute: He rarely gets to use it anymore, but the Warhawks are drop infantry, and he’s trained like one.

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 3. Gettin' up close and personal is fine an all, but only in small doses. We got big guns for a reason ya know.
Ballistic Skill: 7. I ain't a snipah here, but I can hit the broad side of a barn, and then some. I mean,, most of the time I end up firing at tanks bigger than a fackin' barn, so…
Strength: 5. I don’t exactly do the whole footslogging thing normally, but I can carry mah gear, yup I can.
Toughness: 8. Couple of bullets ain't hurtin' me none.
Agility: 5. You ever tried grav chuting? Gotta be on the tips of your toes, otherwise you’ll break a leg. Let me tell you, you don’t want to break a leg on insertion.
Intelligence: 4. I’m a hive worlder. Cut me some slack. I know enough about the important stuff, but I don’t need to know all the fancy shit. Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition.”
Perception: 5 Sometimes I pick up on the little things. Sometimes. Not often. Actually, you know what? Forget it.
Willpower: 8. I broke my leg and crawled through fucking mud and dirt, under enemy fire for fucks knows how long, just so I could survive another day. I am NOT giving up dammit.
Fellowship: 5. You guys are hardly my old crew, but ah well. Gotta make do, I guess. Some of you are alright.

Equipment:

• Carapace armour. Standard issue to warhawks, it’s kept him safe more times than he can count. Slightly heavy though, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
• Meltagun. Fitted with a heavy-duty flamer strap.
• Stubpistol. He learned how to use a stubber way back in his hive world days, and whilst some people mock the gun for it’s lack of stopping power, he’s found that there ain’t nothing better than some nice chunky stubpistol shots to stop something dead.
• Grav-chute He wishes.
• Krak and frag grenades. Useful to assault enemy positions, or engage armour when his meltagun is on cooldown.
• Warhawk regulator and knee/groin/shoulder/arm plating.

Personality:
I won’t lie. The Emperor in his ultimat’ fuckin’ knowledge, has decided to let the Imperium be FUBAR’d. I don’t know why, and I don’t want ta find out why, but what I do know is that we’ve got a hell of a lot of killing to do, and I don’t want to waste any more time talkin’. Get to it!

• Combat Eager: “I ‘ave said this before, raight? Well, I’ll say it again. I FACKING LOVE THIS SHIT!” – Darius, facing down ~70 orks with 21 fellow soldiers.
• Blasé: “Fer fucks sake. Yes, you’ve lost ya arm. Grab it and get to a medic, alright? We need to concentrate on killin’ these fackers.” – Darius, to a wounded soldier from the Dessin 198th.
• Dry: “Ya know. I’ve probably had better days.” – Darius, after having his chute malfunction and breaking his leg, in the middle of a battlefield full of heretics.

History:

• "Of course I was born on sodding Harakoni. Do I look like I'm a fackin' Elysian pansy trooper? Hive world's a tricky life, but ain't nothing better than grav chuting into the valleys and going hunting. Learnt a lot that would come in handy later, that's for sure."
• "Imperial guard training? No, I was just magically made a fucking Warhawk. I was a tough little fucker, that much was for sure, I'll tell you as damned much. When training was done, I got sent to go and fuck up some orks."
• "After that? Well, lotta shit went down after that. I don't know all the details. I just know that we're not with the rest a the facking Imperium, so I'm gonna shoot as many bastards as it takes to make sure that changes."

Name: Karl Ockmann Tolzen

Character Description:


Role: Private First Class and Shock Trooper of the 22nd Iothean Shock Crops (Former)
Specialties:

• Guerilla warfare and Tactics
• Marksmanship with his lasgun and sidearm
• Adaptability in most situations

Characteristics:

Weapon Skill: 7
Ballistic Skill: 5
Strength: 5
Toughness: 7
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 6
Willpower: 6
Fellowship: 3

Equipment: –

• Iothea Pattern Lasgun
• Iothea Pattern Laspistol
• 4 Krak Grenades
• 22nd Iothean Shock Corps Armor and Helmet
• Guardsman Kit

Personality:

• Icy - Karl is cold, distant, not overly friendly with others, and tends to curse. This sprouts from the high casualty rates of the 22nd and his life experiences. He believes that making friends with others would only make things harder to deal with when they die. Though, once you break through the cold exterior, he dearly values his comrades and would be willing to put his life on the line for them.
• Faithful - Karl has always been raised to love the Emperor above all else. Always have faith that the Emperor will protect and give guidance kind of thing. He has slightly more faith in the Emperor than the average guardsman and the return of a primarch only strengthened his faith.
• Dependable - Karl can stand on his own, him being one of the very few surviving members of the 22nd is proof of that. When given a task, he will do his fullest to complete the task and provide results.

History:

• Iothea wasn't always a planet in constant and unforgiving war where you learned how to use a gun before you could even learn how to write your damned name. Half a millenia ago, you woundn't even think that a mining planet would be a war torn Death world for over 450 terran years. Combat with rebels and cultists in cramped urban locations underground was absolutely brutal and unforgiving. Though this made Karl the man who he is today. He earned his way to a spot in recruitment lottery through unwavering perseverance and complete faith. The lottery would choose who among the planet's elite combatants were worthy of serving the God Emperor outside of Iothea. Through the Emperor's grace, Karl was one of the lucky five thousand chosen to form the 22nd.
• The battle for Yairus Prime would be the downfall of the 22nd. The battle for the forgeworld raged between imperial forces and an Ork WAAAGH led by Warboss Agbar Headstompa. It took the sacrifice of 97% of the 22nd and countless other sacrifices for imperial forces to finally bring down the Warboss. It was a phyrric victory. The imperial forces had managed to secure the planet and kill Warboss Agbar Headstompa and stop the WAAAGH, but at a heavy cost of over 120,000 lives and two thousand of vehicles.