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: Ansgar Staudinger

Role: 122nd Atresian Shock Regiment. Pointman (Specialist role within the Atresian, equivalent rank to a Corporal).
Specialties:

• Weapon Specialty: Las Weapons
• Tactics: Tunnel/Underground Operations
• Tactics: Close Assault
• Personal Skill: Scavenging

Characteristics:

Weapon Skill: 8 "Not a lot of wiggle room leading a team through enemy fortifications, things get tight, either your good in close, or your dead."
Ballistic Skill: 3 "Put a wall of Orks or 'Nids in front of me, I can hit one of em, probably. Never was a good shot anyways, gimme something I don't have to aim, or puts enough las in the air to make an Ork green with envy. Heheh, get it?"
Strength: 7 "Finesse has its place, but sometimes, you just got to slug something in the face really, really hard. Got enough muscle to make it stick, or send one of our blind bombs a good way away."
Toughness: 7 "Either your tough or your dead, being on point. I'm still here talking, so guess which one I am."
Agility: 4 "Yeah, I can slog it through a muddy embankment, but don't expect it to be pretty."
Intelligence: 3 "Why yes, I joined the Guard for my alarming intelligence and stunning good looks. Piss off."
Perception: 7 "Keep an eye out, never know when you'll run into a booby trap or an ambush."
Willpower: 8 "Assaulting a position is about not giving up, not slowing down. And not getting shot, or shrugging it off, but you'll never make it if you give up."
Fellowship: 3 "Look, you sodding idiots, I'm no damn leader. No, physically leading the team doesn't count, I'm just watching for trouble. Leave leading to the Boss, or Sarge if the Boss isn't present."

Equipment: – Self explanetory. List a few unique things about your kit. We all know what the standard guardsman kit is but maybe your still wearing that old Valhallan fur hat and gloves. Or your regiment preferred a harder hitting but less reliable autogun to the traditional lasgun. Obviously a conscript may start with less than their peers.

• Merovech Pattern Assault Lasgun: The Atresian's love this pattern of Lasgun and for good reason, as it fits their style perfectly. With a reinforced frame, built in bayonet, and two slots for power packs to swap to a fresh pack without reloading, it is an admirable close assault Lasgun. While the weight and balancing make it unsuited for long range precision, it is well balanced for hand to hand and general close assault, as well as urban fighting.
• War Pick: Despite initial concern by allied regiments seeing shock troops carrying mining picks into battle, they are quickly silenced as the modified mining picks do bloody work. Meant for shattering stone and tough ore, a sturdy swing can punch through a great deal that an Atresian might find themselves, while its sharpened to hook and cut softer targets once the piercing blow has been made. While typically wielded two handed, most Atresians are too proud to turn down wielding a weapon that remains a symbol of home, doubly so after its loss.
• Stub Revolver: Originally a memento from his days prior to enlisting with the Imperial Guard, Ansgar now finds this weapon serves as a fine sidearm, when the need arises. Hand engraved, and with more added when he has down time to kill, the weapon is as much a personal point of pride as it is a backup weapon.
• Frag Grenades: Typically thrown into enemy positions prior to close assault, they are fairly typical examples of anti personnel grenades, though he only carries one or two given how much supplies are available or, more importantly, what he can scavenge.
• Atresian Combat Fatigues: While still wearing flak body armor, the rest of their standard combat uniform stems from their rather curious society. Wearing chainmail over the flak to protect against lacerations and slashing attacks, each man in an Atresian regiment tends to prefer varying levels of improvised armor. In the case of Ansgar, he got his hands on enough metal to have them made into gauntlets, though that is as heavy of an armor setup as he prefers. Lastly is the green tunic, with a hood attached, which provides protection from most common elements without interfering with most equipment or maneuvers.

Personality:
"Yeah, the galaxy's been split in two, we're on the ass end of things, and'll probably die in some ditch far from home. Hell, us Atresians don't got a home to go back to. Don't mean we get to just lie down and pass on quiet though, t' hell with that. Let em come, the enemies, hell, anyone who wants to stand in our way. We got a job to do, an' that is kill everything standing between us and a warm bed. Or the enemies of the Imperium, but they're one an' the same really."

• Steadfast: "What, give up this trench after all the bloody work we went through, literally, to take it? To hell with you, I say we hold out." Ansgar isn't one for abandoning a cause or cutting and running, doubly so when significant sacrifices were made to get there, meaning that getting him to budge his heels once he has dug them in proper is not very easy. Once he approves of someone, he can also be counted on to stand by them through thick or thin, though given usual mannerisms, this could be few and far between.
• Blunt: "Him? He's a dead man. If the rot doesn't get in that wound, he's still out at least two limbs. Yes, I know he can hear me, no point lying to the kid." Some people are able to speak with tact and elegance, and Ansgar is sure as hell not one of them. You ask him a question, you get an answer in simple terms, or laced with some sarcasm if its a stupid question. He doesn't know how to sugar coat something, so if he says something, you can bet he means it and its in as simple of terms as one could reasonably expect from a Guardsman.
• Flippant: "Yeah, sure thing Boss, I'll get to that when I don't have some roided up freak trying to remove my head FROM MY SHOULDERS!" Surprisingly for a Guardsman, Ansgar has lived long enough to develop a rather unprofessional response to most officers and powers that be. Oh, he'll follow orders to the best of his ability, but he will certainly mouth off about it, even if he likes the man or woman in question who is giving out the orders.

History:

• Born and raised on Atresia, a mining world on opposite end of the Dark Imperium from Cadia that produced a great deal of ore for its tithe, although it also raised regiments of those looking to get out of the mines and serve further abroad. After the fall of Cadia, it was relatively unharmed for quite sometime, continuing to funnel mineral resources into the nearby Forges that desperately tried to keep churning out weapons and munitions.
• Ansgar was volunteered to an Atresian Shock Regiment, his parents wanting their eldest son do more good than man mining equipment and swing a pick. The regiment was designed and equipped to be held in reserve until a specific position needed taken or a breach stormed, and they were sent off to die or succeed. Word wouldn't reach the regiment of the loss of their homeworld for quite some time, as they were involved with a siege effort to dislodge Chaos invaders from a forge world. Matters were complicated by inept overall command coupled with tensions between the various regiments present, alongside the Chaos forces continued efforts to summon bigger and nastier daemonic entities to realspace. Eventually the planet was retaken, though the Atresians suffered heavy losses and would have went to recruit more troops to replenish if Atresia hadn't been lost.
• During these siege efforts, nearly ninety years after Cadia fell, Atresia fell under Chaos assault, a warband reaching the mining world and lusting after its raw materials to barter to fallen Forges for more weapons and materials. While underequipped for tunnel fighting, the planet eventually fell, though not before the surviving loyalists tripped enough explosives across the planet to collapse the mining networks, burying themselves alive alongside their attackers. As an act of revenge, the Chaos forces virus bombed the planet, rendering it unusable by anyone before departing ahead of the first straggling Imperial reinforcements.
• The Imperial command reassigned the surviving Atresians to report to be integrated with another taskforce, where they would receive reinforcements. Already unhappy about the fact new blood would, in the survivors minds, sully the memory of Atresia, however the troop transport they were on jumped for too long, and its Gellar fields failed. Between the Atresian infantry, used to claustraphobic, close in fighitng, and the Naval Armsman, trained and equipped for just such situations, they managed to survive long enough to drop back into real space and send off a distress signal. The surviving forces were picked up, screened for corruption, and those deemed fit were reasssigned to new regiments, the surviving Atresian's being too few to warrant resupplying back to full strength.

Name: Darius Katadan

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:

• Age: 33
• Height: 182 cm
• Weight 82 kg / 107 kg (Full gear)
• Athletic Build

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

• CQC and Assault
• Marksmanship with his lasgun and sidearm
• Swordsmanship

Characteristics:

Weapon Skill: 7
Ballistic Skill: 6
Strength: 6
Toughness: 7
Agility: 6
Intelligence: 4
Perception: 5
Willpower: 6
Fellowship: 3

Equipment: –

• Iothea Pattern Lasgun
• Iothea Pattern Laspistol
• Iothean Longsword
• 22nd Iothean Shock Regiment Armor and Helmet
• Guardsman Kit

Personality:

• Icy - Karl is cold, distant, and is not overly friendly with others. 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 was only a planet recently rediscovered and taken into the Imperium in the last 400 Terran years. The people who live in Iothea are simple folk, the farmers tend to their responsibilities dutifully in their farms as they believe it to be a great service to the Emperor and his Imperium. Life on the planet is hardly forgiving given the vicious fauna, feral orks tribes, and the odd cult appearing and throwing order into disarray. Thus enter the orders of knights, courageous groups of men and women ardent in defending the people of the Iothea. May the foes they face be a rampaging orks out for blood or cultists setting to corrupt and despoil, the knights will cut them down with righteous fury to restore order and peace on the planet.
• Karl Ockmann Tolzen was born into the knight order of the Black Halberd. The Black Halberds specialize in breaking enemy forces and defenses and leading assaults. Though given the nature of the order, heavy casualties were a norm. Karl was only a young knight when he, along with five thousand of his fellows, were chosen by their knight commander to become part of the 22nd regiment going to be sent in service of the Emperor. To the knights, this was an opportunity of a lifetime to serve the Emperor to the fullest. It was an absolute culture shock to the feudal worlders when they saw things of metal fly in the sky like a bird and weapons that fired, not bullets, but light at foes over a hundred paces away with precision and enough power to tear off a limb easily. They truly felt blessed that the emperor would offer them these powerful tools to further serve him and devoted themselves to their training.
• The battle for Yairus Prime would be the downfall of the 22nd. The battle for the forge world raged between imperial forces and a sizable Ork WAAAGH led by Warboss Agbar Headstompa for roughly five Terran years. 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.

Name: Arkan Dissilden

Character Description: Arkan is... Relatively average. He's not tall, not short, not fat, not thin. Being a soldier, he has muscle, of course, but his only real curious feature is his eyes- which are a bright blue colour. He's slightly darker skinned, and is also fairly tanned on top of that, making him look darker than he actually is. He makes a point to remain clean-shaven, but has his hair slightly long, pulling it back into a knot if it would get in the way.

Role: Dannandorf 32nd Sentinel Division (Prior.) Scout Sentinel Auxiliary (Current.)

Specialities:

• Vehicle piloting and repair. Need him to drive a tank? Tracked vehicle qualifications. Sentinel? That's his job! Wheeled vehicles... Everything on the ground he can probably drive it, and repair it too. Mostly, it's the same underneath the hood.
• Demolitions. Satchel charges, promethium, IEDs, grenade launchers. Tools of the trade when it comes to making sure something stops existing.
• Communications. Rule one of being in a command vehicle: The officer never knows how the radios work. Ever. Rule two: The next time the commissar is about to summarily execute someone, it'll be you if you belittle the commander for not knowing how to repair a radio.

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 5
Ballistic Skill: 5
Strength: 7
Toughness: 2
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8
Perception: 7
Willpower: 5
Fellowship: 6

Equipment: –

• 'My Darling:' Cadia pattern scout sentinel. Repair tools have been strapped to almost every part of the vehicle, camo netting has been strung across the vehicle, and floodlights have been retrofitted along with smoke launchers. It's far more than your average autogun-kitted scout.
• Combat shotgun. Strapped to the inside of the sentinel is his old trusty. Made in his home planet, it sports a lovely wooden finish, and a leather strap, with the number of kills that Arkan has earned with it carved into the stock. Currently, it has seven neatly carved notches.
• Laspistol. At his hip always. As standard as standard comes.
• Various repair tools. On and around his sentinel. Some can even be co-opted into close combat tools, such as his specially sharpened shovel, crowbar, sledgehammer... And hatchet.

Personality:

• Optimistic. "It's a good job we're fighting a long way from home. Means the folk there are safe, and we can fight to make sure they stay safe.
• Instructing. "You tighten that... Yes, yes, like that. Then, use the wrench to pull that bit down, and clip in that. See, not so hard, is it?
• Private. "My home world? Dannandorf. What's it like? I'd prefer not to say, really."

History:

• Born on Dannandorf, an agri-world.
• Utterly unremarkable until he joined the PDF, and later guard. Experience with tractors led to him becoming a tanker.
• Served in a Leman Russ for several years, and then a Chimera Command Tank. Finally placed into a scout sentinel.

Name: Colour-Sergeant Bertrand Kinsley

Role: Colour-Sergeant of the XI (11th) Praetorian Guard

Specialties:

• Drill and Discipline, including stiffening the line and being one stubborn mule
• Bayonet fighting
• Marksmanship, including a high rate of rapid but accurate volley fire

Characteristics:
You may distribute 50 points for your characteristics, each must have at least 1 point and the maximum is 10.
Weapon Skill: 6
Ballistic Skill: 7
Strength: 5
Toughness: 6
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 5
Perception: 5
Willpower: 6
Fellowship: 5

Equipment:

• M36 pattern Lasrifle – including combat knife/bayonet
• Laspistol
• Grenades, Frag x2
• Flak Vest
• Praetorian Uniform (A scarlet tunic with epaulettes and dark blue trousers with a vertical scarlet stripe on the outside leg, as well as the trademark pith helmet. The red sash indicates his rank.)

Personality:

• Stickler – Kinsley has been a Colour-Sergeant most of his life, and as such he is a stickler for the details, often citing his own pristine uniform as an example. Rust on the barrel? That's an offence. A dull combat knife? An offence. Dust on your buttons...well...you get the idea.
• 'Like a Father' – Being part of one of the most draconian Guard units ever known, the floggings and the like well known even among other formations, he found himself as the 'father figure' for many young hivers of Praetoria and took to the task with relative ease; whether it is a calming word here, a taunt to the enemy or a more personal chin wag, he is there fore his comrades.
• Not One Step Back – There are those who are known for their steadfastness in battle, such as the Mordian Iron Guard, but when it comes to the red line of Praetoria this is often taken to the extreme. More than a few brawls have commenced over an order to retreat being ignored by the Praetorians, other regiments finding them idiotic at best and completely insane at the worst.

History:

• Kinsley joined the 11th Praetorian Guard when he was only eighteen years of age, earning the rank of Colour-Sergeant only four years later and becoming the youngest NCO to hold that rank in a Praetorian regiment.
• The Yakuntine Mutiny- The Yakuntine were a feudal society of humans that had been under the watch of multiple Guard regiments for some time, being trained specifically by Praetorian instructors, until they were twisted into believing that these 'illuminators' were actually agents of the religions 'greater evil' AKA the Ruinous Powers; many members of the garrisoned regiments were murdered along with their families, and it took nearly three years to break their rebellion, with the Praetorians playing a major role in the ultimate victory of the Imperium.
• Was involved in several campaigns across Imperial space, the 11th becoming particularly good at combating Greenskins, and Kinsley himself being awarded the Eagle Ordinary, Winged Skull and Merit of Terra for various actions.

Character Description:




Name: Veteran Elias Kugel

Role: Vox Operator/Veteran Squad of the Maccabian Janissaries 89th

• Shock Troop
• Communications chief
• Marksmanship
• Small Squad Tactics

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 6 "Sometimes a solid hit to the face does just as much damage as a stabbing them."
Ballistic Skill: 7 "You dont live long without being able to hit something."
Strength: 6 This damnable vox system weighs a ton."
Toughness: 6 "Armor kinda helps. But once you've taken a few blows things dont hurt as much."
Agility: 3 "Whadda expect I'm wearing heavier armor."
Intelligence: 4 "Gotta have at least some intelligence to live as long as I have."
Perception: 4 "While the face plate looks nice I don't got the best peripherals."
Willpower: 9 "The Emperor Protects."
Fellowship: 5 "Fuck the conscripts they don't last as long. I prefer to keep with the other veterans.

Equipment:

• M36 lasgun- This weapon has served Elias well for many years. Damage is show on the weapon for previous combat.
• Maccabian Janissary Flak armor and helmet with face plate- A Janissary isn't a Janissary without his finely crafted armor.
• Plasma Pistol- A weapon he tactfully acquired one day when his company was resupplied.
• Vox communication system- Work 9 times out of 10, 40% of the time. Allows for long range communication.
• Other standard guardsman equipment

Personality:

• Pious- Wholly believes in Emperor. Often mumbles prayers to himself to help steel himself for the next fight.
• Stoic- The mask helps hide the pain. The mask lets the enemy know you don't have any fear as you march into their oncoming fire
• Jaded- After many long years and wars. Elias has seen many come and go; yet he and a few others remain. Tends not to talk to conscripts or unblooded guardsmen since they probably wont survive their first fight.

History:

• Left his homeworld of Maccabeus Quintus at the rip age of 17 when he was given the opportunity to join the Maccabian Janissaries, even though he knew he would never see his homeworld again and would die in battle.
• A few years after joining the 89th Maccabian Janissaries. His company was decimated when retaking a hive city from rebel humans. After the fight. The few remaining Janissary's were folded into the 157th Maccabian Janissaries.
• Many campaigns and fights that aren't really worth mentioning. New scars, new faces, eventually everything just tend blur together at some point.

Character Description:

Role: Catachan Jungle Fighter; Captain of Veteran Assault Squad
Specialties:

• Close Combat
• Guerrilla tactics
• Traps

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 7
Ballistic Skill: 3
Strength: 8
Toughness: 7
Agility: 7
Intelligence: 4
Perception: 6
Willpower: 6
Fellowship: 2

Equipment: –

• Tactical Autogun
• Catachan Fang
• Fragmentation Mines

Personality:

• Enjoys combat, but doesn't think good men are expendable. So he prefers taking matters into his own hands.
• Loves good Cigars and strong drinks when he can get his hands on either.
• Is a natural leader, but only for other Catachan jungle fighters. He has no loyalty to off-worlders and prefers to alone when able, taking up scouting and flanking maneuvers.

History:

• Born on Catachan and went off world age 15, having distinguished himself among his peers for his survival and leadership. He never questioned it, born ready.
• Has fought mostly Orks in his career on 3 different world, but he has faced Chaos twice on a single planet for two separate campaigns, and Tyranids once from a splinter fleet.
• He found his unit broken up due to lack of manpower within the rest of the Imperium, and found himself here...