The Hyperion System, an unfathomably large area of the Attican-Beta wing of the Milky Way is well known within the Imperium of Man for its great importance in many areas. It is home to hundreds of planets that scope all categories of the Imperium’s worlds. The Planetary Governors who reign upon each planet have ensured that they carry out each of their precise designations, and do so with pride and iron will, guided by the God Emperors hand.

Among these hundreds of planets is Erathell. Part Civilized world, part Garden world, alongside being the home world of the system, it is also known for the political power of those who rule over it, and the sway they hold over the rest of the Hyperion System. It is lavishly decorated, very well designed, considered grandiose by many, and highly protected. Aside all of this, there are whispers of corruption, from either Xenos, Heretics, Mutants, or far worse upon Erathell that run through Hyperion. Some even say that that a group of unknown Chaos forces have made their way into the system and have replaced important figures who hold positions of great power.

These rumors are spreading paranoia and distrust among many who call it their home. Some have even spoken of the forces of Chaos influencing the powerful political figures and their minions, leading to assumptions of Chaos Cults being embedded somewhere within Hyperion. From this unrest, the seeds of heresy grow, spreading through the systems occupants like a plague, guided by an unseen force.

One of the few planetary governors who have not fallen to ignorance and arrogance, has seen what is surely inevitable, and has now called upon the forces of the Imperium of Man to assist in eliminating the threat and restoring balance before Hyperion is lost.

There is no time to plan, there is no space to think. No respite. No forgiveness. For in the Grim Dark Future, There is only war.

Hello and thank you for your interest in, Warhammer 40k: Enigmas of the Warp. This is a high-casual to low-advanced RP that takes place in the Warhammer 40k Universe. Please keep in mind that this will not be a 100% lore accurate RP, but I will do my best to make it fit in with the current lore to the best of my abilities. I will be playing the part of Celestian Superior Andromedai Morgenstern, the leader of the Inquisitorial retinue that the rest of you will be part of. Along with intense combat, story building, and moments of planning, I also have time set back for our characters to get to know each other. In some cases, the choices that your characters make in certain situations will have an effect on the area around them, the people around them, and the story as a whole.

Our story will begin while on board Andromedai's personal and heavily customized gunship, known as the Typhon. Our first destination is the Planet Erathell, within the Hyperion system. Erathell serves as the hub of the system and houses a number of very high ranking officials from all positions within the Imperium of Man. The choices made upon Erathell effect not only the Hyperion system but also dozens of other nearby systems.

There is word that a group of unknown Chaos forces have made their way into Hyperion and have replaced important figures who hold positions of great power within. Due to this, Celestian Superior Andromedai Morgenstern has hand picked a squad to accompany her to Hyperion to root out the Chaos corruption and return the system to its formal state before any irreversible damage may occur. If this mission should fail, the repercussions could ripple through the Imperium of man, in many severe and untold ways.

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2: Do not Marry-Sue.
3: Do not Meta-Game.
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9: Please post your CS here in OOC, once it is approved, you can post it in the characters tab.
10: Minimum of two, well thought out and prepared paragraphs per-post.
11: Please no Space Marine Characters.

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1: @Andromedai - Celestian Superior Andromedai Morgenstern
2: @Rithy - Adrianne Valenthin
3: @Guy0fV4lor - Titus Ramsay
4: @rivaan - Medaira
5: @Eisenhorn - Alexei Stukov

Name: Adrianne Valenthin
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Class: Sanctioned Psyker

Psyker Power
Divination & Telekinesis are her main fields of psychic talent, but she also possesses two other abilities such as Smite and Storm of Lightning, as well as a rudimentary form of mental communication. Does not possess any noteworthy healing abilities, and she is just as likely to send someone to the warp as she is to heal a minor scratch.

Appearance:



7ft tall, pale skin and snow white hair. Sturdy and heavy frame, but still retains her feminine figure despite adhering to a strict physical training regime.

The base of her outfit consist of a simple yet elastic skin tight jumpsuit in dark brown color that is capable of withstanding the vacuum of space as well as provide a decent protection against the elements, though offers little protection versus physical threats. Overlayed on top is a series of armaplas plates that form a chestguard, cuisses, knee-high boots, shoulderpads and gloves stretching back and up to her elbows where they form into a sharp point. They offer good locational protection, especially from the front, but leave her jumpsuit exposed in other places, particularly from her lower back and down to the back of her knees where her boots cover both sides of her ankles. The plates are polished to a light gray color, and almost look like silver. The surface is covered with a series of intricate design and artwork in typical imperial fashion, featuring numerous flutes and ridges across the plates, as well as a couple skull imprints. Above her armor she wears a satin blue silk cloak that hangs down from the back of her left shoulder, as well as a silk loincloth hanging from the front of her belt of similar color. Thrown sideways around her torso is a series of books and scrolls attached by chain.

Running up along the spine of her chestguard is a refractor field generator built into the plate itself, taking form of a small generator emitting a series of horizontal, blue lights up along the back of the chestplate, and shaped much like a human skeletal spine. When activated, a faint, blue and almost invisible barrier appears around her figure.

Her helmet is made out of the same material as that of her armor, and it takes the form of a gothic plated helmet, with a narrow but wide blue glass visor and a longer neck guard extending out behind her helmet. Two plastic tubes are attached to a rebreather device at the bottom mouth piece of her helmet, that stretch out on each side of her neck and down into a small, highly pressurized air tank built into the back of her chestguard.

Her boots are magnetic, and her entire suit when worn enables her to survive in space, and also provides immunity to most chemical and biological attacks. She carries enough oxygen to last for almost an hour.

Equipment:

Main Weapon: Her primary weapon is a two handed power-weapon in the form of an oversized saber with a sleek blade and an extended handle which doubles as a psyker staff, and adorned with sigils, trinkets, technological gadgets and inscriptions. She often uses her weapon in conjunction with her telekinetic powers to amplify its destructive potential.

Calisto. Plasma Pistol.

Ceremonial Dagger. In essence, just a normal albeit flashy dagger with an adorned handle. Typically only carried for show, but is sharp enough to slice through unprotected skin with ease, and small enough to be concealed without much problem.

Refractor Field. Description under Appearance.

2x Servo-Skulls: Familiars. Mostly used to store events, data, recordings and scrolls and provide reconnaissance.

Name: Medaira
Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-
Sex: Female
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Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant
Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor
Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun
Equipment: Mechadendrites, Servitors customized to look exactly like her(aptly named Medaira 01, 02 and so on), Grenades, Wires(lots of wires), wireless sound emitters, Music and Sound Data device
Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's a bundle of nightmare for any figure of authority that is not another technomagos and even they might not get untouched. Energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious, she's a prankster on the wild with access to advanced tech, remote controlled body doubles. She will befriend you and play harmless pranks, she will be angry at you and play more pranks, if you anger her more you end up humiliated with pranks. Loves to make Oil Margaritas and actually cook food for some unexplained reason. Presumably so she can make the cake taste like onions while still smelling and looking like cake. Does respect weapon ownership though.
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Name: Sulla Dordonnen

Age: 31

Sex: Male

Position: Commissar, Astra Militarum

Armor: Flak armor

Weapons:
- Bolter pistol
- Sword

Equipment:
- Rations for several days
- Grapnel and line
- Magnoculars
- Bead-comm
- Laud hailer

Personality:

Encouraging yet stern, devoted yet cold-hearted, Sulla Dordonnen is not your typical loud-mouthed fire-breathing Commissar. Though he has done his fair share of service on the battlefield “motivating” many a shell-shocked Guardsman, Sulla has been noticed by his superiors for putting down some of the Imperium’s worst fears: mutiny, and at times outright heresy among the ranks of the Astra Militarum. When the Guard returns from fighting in a Chaos-infected area, Sulla is the first to notice when the men start mumbling in unknown tongues. When rations run low and the men start to grumble, Sulla is the first to find out who amongst his ranks is hoarding them. For this purpose, his form of discipline is subtle and discreet, questioning instead of admonishing, empathizing instead of scolding. Though in the end, heresy meets the same fate under Commissar Dordonnen: the offending parties are dealt with and the unit is whipped into shape yet again for the Emperor. It is for this purpose that Sulla was recruited to be part of the Inquisitorial retinue: because of his way with people, and to an extent his experience with heresy. And at the end of the day, Sulla is also a political animal like the rest of his comrades, seeking and scheming to move up the Imperial hierarchy like everyone else.

Name: Medaira

Age: -11110- *binary screech* -29-

Sex: Female

Appearance:

Position within The Imperium of Man:Tech-Priestess : Magos Errant

Armor: Sanctified Customized Mechanicus Power Armor

Weapons: Omnissian Power Axe, Hecate Pattern Chainsword,Hesh Pattern M38 Mark II Boltgun

Equipment:
-Mechadendrites: Usually the pseudo arm-esque variety, allowing for more workhands or... weaponhands.
-Servoskull(Customized to appear like real human head very similar to her own visage): Has a modified sonic weapon type that let's out
a horrifying banshee like wail. Not much on the lethal factor, but really darn disorienting and unsettling.
-Grenades: Good old Frags
-Wires(lots of wires): Can never have enough
-wireless sound emitters: To Listen to music or to create ambushes via sound baits.
-Music and Sound Data device: A variety of music and ambience noises.

Personality: A Magos Errant by title, Medaira's a wandering tech-priestess usually on vessels of dubious directions and visiting many a great unknowns in search of shiny tech to send back home. That is Medaira's only official task she ever had... Now as for what Medaira really is like, she's an energetic, friendly, sly and mischievious bundle of fun. Rather friendly by nature, especially weird for a Tech-priestess, Medaira likes to hang around other people. She's always one for a good fun time, no matter what form this fun time takes. Be it just a regular party with music and booze, a jolly good fight or the coveted and most sought after pranks. To her greatest regret, pranks are not something she can freely indulge into, but that doesn't stop her from sneaking in one here and there whenever the chance presents itself. Admittedly even the most black hearted imperials would agree that a great prank pulled on heretics or xenos is always a good thing though, so she had long since figured out that weaponizing pranks is a good tactic to use on enemies, so she rediscovered the art of making traps. Not as good as pranking friends, but beggers can't be choosers.

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Name: Alexei Stukov

Age: 44

Sex: Male

Position within The Imperium of Man: Imperial Navy

Armor:
- Salvaged Carapace/Flak Mix: With a scavenged and repainted Carapace breastplate, Stukov's piecemeal mix of Navy issue Flak armor and the harder, less flexible carapace over his core is as best a compromise that he can get his hands on between ease of maintenance, protection, and maneuverability.

Weapons:
- Accatran Pattern, Mark XI Combat Shotgun: Standard issue shotgun for Armsman in the Imperial Navy, fine tuned over a life serving on Naval craft. Personally altered and tweaked, mostly in performance and handling, it has seen everything that Stukov has, and carried him through it all. Notably, he can load and fire various specialized munitions that can be loaded into any other standard model of shotgun, though outside keeping a handful of slugs and specially blessed buckshot, he doesn't normally carry unique ammo.
- Naval Pistol: A heavy, large caliber auto pistol unique to the Imperial Navy. Despite attempts by Guard forces to acquire their own as a souvenir, Stukov kept his hands on his own issued pistol. Sturdy enough for use in melee, and often paired with chain-cutlass it serves well, though not as openly as the shotgun or chain-cutlass.
- Chain-Cutlass: Formally known as a Hydraphur-Pattern Chainsword, the Chain-Cutlass was a more recent addition to Stukov's kit, coming with his appointment to Senior Armsman, a position also known as a Sergeant at Arms, and replaced his combat knife. While not as long as a standard Imperial Chainsword, having a shorter curved blade, the weapon's more compact size in comparison is highly prized in tight quarters.
- Concussion Grenades: Keeping several handy, these grenades rely on the shockwave from the detonation, which is coupled with deafening noise, instead of fragmentation of sheer shattering power alone. The lack of damage to hulls or other vital components, but continuing to be able to leave typical foes dead or disorientated to the point of being easy pickings. Proper armor could protect against such things, but the shockwave and audible damage made an alternate approach to typical armor.

Equipment:
- Micro-bead
- Data-slate
- Re-breather
- Grapnel Launcher

Personality:
Stukov remains a rather steady figure in near any sort of situation, though his attitude is not exactly what one would consider professional. Always having nicknames for anyone he works alongside, sometimes several at a time depending on the person, he tends to be fairly blunt on matters, covering what needs to be covered without wasting time or mincing words. He doesn't brook trouble from other allies, having survived some of absolute worst nightmares a Voidsman can have, and has a special place of sheer hate for the forces of Chaos in his heart, more so than typical of loyal Imperial servants. Beyond this, he tends to carry himself with the kind of confidence that comes from far too much experience and surviving to see such experiences forged into senior combat abilities. He doesn't talk much about his time serving on board Naval vessels, given the rather unfortunate series of experiences, but that doesn't make him any less proud of his survival and service, even if he isn't ever going to be quite comfortable planetside, not completely.

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