[CHAR] Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

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Procedure:

• Using this template, please post a character sheet.
• Characters must be Astartes.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age: (chronologically/in real-space years...Chaos Marines can be millennia old, but only due to warp-influence.)
Legion/Warband/Chapter:
Planet of Origin:
Physical Description:

It's probably best to actually describe the character if you are going to rely on a picture, or you can do without the picture if you like, but definitely describe.

Skillset:

Characters will have similar training, but not all.

History:

Explain how your character got there -- no 'the story will come out in RP' lines, please -- I want a feel for where your character is coming from. Were they in a traitor legion, were they in a loyalist legion whose task force was destroyed. How did they survive all these millennia? Are they a renegade from a newer Chapter, if so why would they turn on the Imperium?

Psychological Profile:

An idea of how the character thinks and so forth; should be linked to the history.

Equipment (Weapons etc, this can and most likely will be replaced as the RP progresses):

[Lauder]

Ruban Aquiar

Character Sheet

Name: Ruban Aquiar
Age: 35
Legion/Warband/Chapter: Death Guard (new guy on board)
Planet of Origin: Mordrian
Physical Description:

Currently, Ruban is looking worse for wear with his skin slowly looking like it is coming off and his chest wound not truly healing past the rib cage and even that is still cracked. Patches of short, black hair covers his head some having already fallen out. Much of his muscle still remains but he has become bloated with disease, luckily his entrails are not hanging out like others of his kind. Ruban’s armor is dirty and the chest has a large hole from where the bolter had made contact. Some flies can be seen orbiting him at some point, though he tries to get rid of them by swatting them away, spoiler, it does not help.

Skillset:

Melee fighter - Having to deal with constant threats and not being able to feel pain, Plague marines are constantly fighting in melee. Normally they fight with crude and diseased swords, but Ruban has yet to adopt that aspect of them, choosing to fight with his standard Imperial Chainsword instead.

Medic - Ironically, the beast who spreads disease can also help mend wounds of his comrades, though he no longer should continue his medical work because of the Plague Marines not actually being able to heal all the great wounds they might receive and being plague ridden. It has been a long while since he has had the need to help heal anyone, going back to his days as an Imperial Guard.

Vehicle Operator - Ruban knows his way around a vehicle and knows how to drive many of them, specifically the Rhino which has been drilled into him by the Space Marines.

History:

The story of Ruban starts when he joined the Imperial Guard in order to prove himself not a coward, but he proved to be less than useful. The poor fool stumbled around the trenches, a mess who got in the way of his fellow soldiers who were actually fighting him. However, lucky was he, as he managed to survive thirty days on a front line in the face of a chaos attack, a rarity in the Imperial Guard. Naturally, Ruban was seen as a better asset in the eyes of the space marines who kidnapped him from the front line and put into the submission process, of course luck granted him through the screening due to the incompetence of the testers or the chapter was simply low on members. Ruban was immediately put through to the surgery, then the indoctrination. Whereas most Space Marines would become mindless warriors for the God-Emperor, Ruban did not but he had the sense to keep that to himself.

He remained a part of the chapter for ten long years, suffering through dreaded pain which he could barely handle. Though, the perks were great as he was practically worshipped by the common man and he bathed in that glory.

It was not until he began digging through vast libraries to become better at destroying Chaos that he began seeing of what these chaotic gods provided. Nurgle specifically interested Ruban, finding that the so called “Plague Marines” could feel no pain, something Ruban would love to have. He studied and studied, keeping to himself during those rare free times. With that, his chapter was transferred to Cadia in order to help defend against the Chaos threat. Ruban was among the first to land, he and his squad went through cutting down countless Chaos until a stray bolter round hit him squarely in chest, a wound which would prove lethal yet painful.

As he lay there dying, Ruban uttered his loyalty to the Death Guard and prayed to Nurgle that he be spared from the pain of the or just kill him then and there. Ruban would receive the blessing of Nurgle, transforming him into a so called “Plague Marine.” He awoke after the battle to see that Chaos worshippers had dragged him back to their ship, originally as a prisoner. It was when they saw the rot begin to corrode the walls within the ship that they realized they had a plague marine on board. He was transferred, promptly, to the dreaded Plague Fleet of Typhus where he was then sent to attack Minoa lll. There he fought in the name of Nurgle, helping to spread plague and killing many others. Shortly, he was trapped on the planetary surface, leading him up to now.

Psychological Profile:

Ruban has always suffered from agliophobia, the fear of pain. In fact the phobia still affects him to this day despite the fact that it is physically cannot feel it anymore. Past that, Ruban is not one to really speak up, in fact he just kind of lets things happens and hardly does anything other than respond to what is presented to him. Unlike many of his old squad mates with the Space Marines, he is not zealous to any cause even though he has sworn allegiance to Nurgle (previously the God-Emperor). As well, Ruban is also what would be called a coward, not liking to stay in fights very often and runs like the dickens if he feels the fight is lost. As for standard personality, he is paranoid that something is going to kill him even though he will most likely die a painless death, an interesting psyche for one who is supposed to be relatively brave.

Equipment :

• Chainsword
• Bolt Pistol
• 2x Blight Grenades

[Ollumhammersong]

Name: Ashtor
Age: Unknown, Close to 800 standard years. Maybe longer
Legion/War-band/Chapter: Word Bearers, 'Defilers of Sacrament' 23rd war-host
Planet of Origin: Sicarus
Physical Description:
Ashtor stands as a giant among men, like any space marine loyal or tainted. His skin mostly unblemished by mutation but covered with all manner of edritch and ancient Prosperan tattoos displaying his unyielding loyalty to chaos and the legion that raised him. What would otherwise mark him as undoubtedly tainted is his pure black eyes that sometimes swirl and eerily reflect the image in front of him. Other other images entirely, smokey dark images that invite one to stare deeper and take time to discern.

His armour is a suit of reclaimed MK.V power armour. Easy to repair and maintain in the barren abyss of the warp. Covered in rivets, some inscribed with sigils of chaos or inscribed with images of warp beasts and daemons. Painted in the dark red and silver livery of the Word Bearers, the burning skull and book proudly painted on his left shoulder pad.

His plasma gun is a corrupted Mk. V 'rage-fury' pattern weapon. Taken off the body of a slain loyalist marine and re-purposed by the heretek forges. Painted black with three bronze spikes out the top and a savage looking bayonet underneath.

Skillset:
Veteran- having serves for centuries of equivalent real-space time Ashtor is adept in the art of war. With a variety of weapons and wargear used over that time

Through victory, my chains are broken- Born into slavery to chaos and put through hellish aspirant trials the likes of which even loyalist chapters would be reluctant to replicate. A gruelling experience that forever scarred and shaped him into the warrior he is today. He knows fear, desperation, cruelty, sadism and malice and how to channel those feelings. He also knows ambition and the need for survival and is forever more capable because of it.

Warrior of Note- Resources are scarce for chaos, Examples of fading archeotech even more so and are next to impossible to recreate with limited supplies and industrial infrastructure. To be granted the right to wield such a weapon as a plasma gun is an honour, one earned in blood after proving himself capable enough to be trusted with keeping such a weapon and for slaying its original owner and claiming it for the legion.

History:
Ashtor was born a slave on the planet of Sicarus by parents who were enslaved during a raid into realspace. Life as a slave of chaos was an unimaginable hell, luckily he no longer remembers too much of his life before his being raised into the ranks of the word bearers. He knew his name was different back then, he cannot recall what it was. Nor does he remember the faces of his parents, only that he had to kill them as part of his trials. They were both details of his slave life, his lesser life, before he was enlightened by the truth of the dark gods and the glory of Chaos.

Now, The day to day horrors as a slave of chaos are primarily viewed from the lens of the oppressor not the oppressed. For Ashtor survived trials and terrors even more gruelling than mere slave life on a daemon world. To be selected for astartes training in a traitor Legion is to be reduced to something less than even a slave, only then once he was broken in mind and body so utterly, even his own name and personality pulled from his mind and ground into the tainted soil could he be remade into armour clad demigod that he is.
When he passed his trials and stood atop the bodies of his fellow applicants, having fought bitterly over a suit of powered armour and a bolter, scrounged from the legions armoury. There was only one suit and one weapon and nearly forty applicants. One could prove himself ruthless enough to claim it and the rest would either be sacrificed to repaint it or sent back to live as slaves for their failure. Ashtor won that contest, weeding out his opponents through savagery and cunning. And with his new panalopy of war came the opportunity to claim a new name for himself. To start his new life with everything fresh and leave his weak past behind him.

For 800 hundred years he fought as Ashtor, Legion-brother and servant of Chaos. Battle by battle he rose in respect and status. Still a less being in the eyes of some of the true Word Bearer veteran's, those that have survived since the dawn of the long war. But the legion holds that faith and ability are the greatest judges of worth. And Ashtor venerates the dark pantheon highly, and serves his Apostle with absolute loyalty.

He has served three dark apostles in his time, having been essentially purchased like any other weapon or commodity or slave by the 23rd war-host from those blood masters who forge new legionnaires on Sicarus out of slave stock. His current Apostle Amon is a fierce and uncompromising individual, a true servant of chaos who usurped power and position from his fellow acolyte rivals after the untimely death of the warhost's last Dark Apostle. Ashtor was one of those that sided with Amon during the brief conflict as was well rewarded for his choice in loyalties. Amon, in exchange agreed to overlook his more lowly origins that previously held him back from more prestigious opportunities and positions. This was a big step for Ashtor and his life in the legion. Since that incident he has fought for Amon many times and has earned rare wargear and status, even a squad command of his own. Ashtor's ambitions were unlocked once the opportunities became available. Ashtor aspires for higher status than a mere battle squad. He aspires to the ranks of the chosen, to be named a champion of chaos and the host, perhaps even join the Legion's Cult of the Anointed.

Psychological Profile:
Ashtor is fanatically loyal to chaos, Lorgar and Dark Apostle Amon of the 23rd war-host Fanaticism simply is a way of live for a Word Bearer's, They are one of the few Chaos Legions to retain elements of organization, structure and rigid(comparatively) discipline. This is telling as there is almost nothing he would not do if ordered directly by Amon, The Dark apostle he swore himself to. Even to the detriment of his own health and life.

He looks down upon those who worship singular aspects of chaos. I.e Nurgle, Khorne, etc. In his mind Chaos is a pantheon of dark truth. Not just the four great powers but a myriad of lesser ones as well. To pay homage to one and ignore the others is tantamount to heresy against the word of Lorgar.

Equipment (Weapons etc, this can and most likely will be replaced as the RP progresses):
Plasma gun, M.V 'rage-fury' pattern. (three plasma canisters total)
Bolt pistol, 30 rounds (I don't know what is normal to start with.)
Frag Grenades x 2

[TyrannosaursRex]

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[Wraithblade6]

Sanakhet

Name: Sanakhet

Age: 10K

Legion/Warband/Chapter: Thousand Sons

Planet of Origin: Prospero

Physical Description: Sanakhet is a tall chaos marine, made to appear taller with the reaching twin horns of his headdress-helm. He is however slightly less wide, matching a slight deficit in raw physical strength, a small sacrifice worthy of greater power. His armor is a dark night-sky blue with golden trim, ornate with arcane markings and fierce-looking detail. A vaguely tattered white robe flows downward behind him over his powerarmor, belted at his waist, contiguous with a collar and long lapels in front. It bears in blue the mark of the Magnus' eye and flames.



Skillset:

Main power: Premonition/Precognition - Sanakhet can predict an enemy's strategies prior to engagement on the battlefield, giving his forces a similar edge to having inside information. Using his powers, he can see immediate event just before they happen, allowing him to perform extraordinary feats in combat such as moving through an enemy barrage unharmed or executing precision attacks with bolter or blade in the most complex circumstances.

Other common uses of warp sorcery:
Psychic communication over short distances.
Reading simple minds.
Limited telekinesis. A telekinetic shield able to withstand limited bombardment.
Biologic manipulation such as lightning, stopping hearts, causing seizures or paralysis, causing sleep, limited healing/stasis.

History: Sanakhet was recruited into the Thousand Sons legion after it was united with their primarch on Prospero during the height of the crusades, but before the Thousand Sons were permitted to participate in the conquering of worlds for the Imperium. He stood witness to everything that happened to his legion, his people, and his world, and was ripped away from the materium against his will like the rest of his unfortunate bretheren after the scouring of the planet by the Space Wolves. Many were confused and felt betrayed by their primarch, Magnus. Sanakhet rallied with Ahriman and assisted in casting the Rubric that obliterated the suffering of, as well as identity of, the rest of the damned legion. For their transgression, he was banished by Magnus, along with the rest of the sorcerers involved to become Ahriman's Prodigal Sons who move on defiantly regardless, carving their own destiny in the warp. Many planets were conquered in their own quest for knowledge and power, and their ostricized legion grew. Eventually, after barely failing to penetrate the Black Library of the Eldar, Magnus and Ahriman made some degree of amends and joined their forces during the 13th Black Crusade. They utterly wrecked the Fenris system, but some thrallbands were absent from the focus of the war, instead being assigned to reclaim worlds near old Prospero. Sanakhet was there, his thrallband batteling the Imperium directly on-world. The Thousand Sons were anything but great in number, and although it was difficult to deal with their power, Sanakhet's forces were routed. Furious with his failure and loss of precious comrads, Sanakhet used warp magic to escape and ends up meeting the other characters elsewhere. He still intends to continue his mission of purging the Prospero system.

Psychological Profile: Sanakhet can neither be described as good nor evil, noble or corrupt. Surely he is perfused with warp energy and bound to serve Tzeentch, but serving any forces of chaos had never been his intention. He trusts no one, save Ahriman, yet cannot deny a reluctant bond to his original gene-father. Like them, he seeks to understand truth and chaos and to expand his power and will sacrifice the innocent to do it.

Equipment: A powersword that burns with arcane flames, a bolter-pistol, his mind.