[OOC] Warhammer 40k: Crusade of Redemption

[Zherdee]

You have been one of the Emperor´s finest. You were his armed fists, his anvil and hammer. Some of you were mighty space marines, fighting your traitorous brethren, or devoted daughters of Emperor, purging heretics with their righteous zeal. Some of you came from countless ranks of Imperial Guard, veterans of countless battles, elite stromtroopers or dreaded commisars. Maybe you have even never stood on field of battle, but hunted heretics and criminals in peaceful times as one of the Adeptus Arbites, enforcing sacred lex imperialis. None of this matters now.
You have failed your duty to your saint liege. Maybe it was fate, an unfortunate accident or you were just lacking zeal and skill to fulfill your sacred duty. But it´s not an end. They say, that only in dead your duty ends and you are not dead, are you? You have been stripped by all of your badges of honor. All your achievement were shadowed by bitterness of your failure, but you are still alive and your holy duty calls. You have been given second chance. Second chance so you can make your wrongs right, so when time comes, you will be able to look Emperor into eyes and tell him you have done your best.
You may call this chance a merciful, but chance itself means nothing. It´s only up to you if you can redeem yourself, if you can find salvation trough your duty.

Plot: You were group of dishonored or convicted servants of Imperium waiting on your upcoming execution, but your sentence was change from dead to eternal servitude for inquisitor Haribal of Ordo Herticus (self-proclaimed expert on divination and tarot, there were some rumors in past, that he was radical, but his zeal and religious fury silenced most of them). Now you are aboard rough trader´s vessel Vecordia Fidelium where your new life is about to start.
Character sheet:

Name:
Background: (what was character´s former position in Imperium, psyker in service of Imperial guard, Ultramarine apocethary, magos of Priesthood of Mars...)
Appearance: (can be picture or text, I am fine with both)
Personality: (what character likes and dislikes, motivations, temper...)
History: (From where character is, remarkable things he done and how he fall from grace)
Equipment: (armor, weapons, bionics, and other non-standard stuff)

[Eisenhorn]

Excellent, disgraced guardsmen ahoy!

Specialist Cherevin

Name: Specialist Zekial Cherevin

Background: Imperial Guard Weapons Specialist, served with the Yeveian 122nd Siege Regiment

Appearance:

Personality: Betrayed by his commanding officers and those that he served side by side with, Cherevin no longer trusts easily. In fact, a major flaw in his personality now is his inability to trust anyone farther than whatever capability they have to betray him and stab him in the back for their own gain. Cherevin still harbors a hatred for Chaos, more so than when he served with honor, for if Chaos had not trapped the hive, he wouldn't be in such a position. But this hatred is safely channeled and aimed at the forces of Chaos, and to a lesser extent the enemies of Man. But still, all this hatred and distrust is wrapped up in a neutral, military bearing that has not faded despite him being a guest of the Imperial brig. Still standing tall, as he had as a Guardsman and not stooping to the level some prisoners and traitors did to survive, his pride had not broken despite the setbacks.

History: The star system of Yeveia bordered several warp storm infested systems, and saw near constant assaults from Chaos raiders and traitors looking to supply themselves again. No planet in the system can support life on its surfaces anymore, and the two planets closest to the system's star are dead worlds, temperatures and atmospheres so extreme that even trying to land is tantamount to suicide. The capitol world is dual classified as Fortress/Death world, nearly the entire population militarized and conscription or 'preferred auxiliary' programs accounting for over 75% of the system population occupation. The ruling class are whoever the highest surviving officer in the chain of command is at any one time, some men lasting a few days, others until they die of old age, feats that often earn eternal recognition from the rank and file. It is in this blasted world that Zekial Cherevin was born. Both his parents were NCO's in the tithe that had went out to the Imperium, which was lowered due to the quality of the troops and, in general, they couldn't spare as much or they would risk the entire loss of the system. Zekial was left behind to be raised by his uncle, a PDF officer due to an injury that prevented the old man from continued active service. While other children would be learning to walk and talk, he was learning to march and fight. Conscripted as trench fodder for a Siege regiment, he defied the odds by outliving the other conscripts and earning a real place in his regiment.

Only after he survived his first siege was Zekial authorized a real role in his squad, issued training in various special weapons that one might expect to come across for trench fighters. From flamers and grenade launchers to melta guns and explosive ordinance, the young lad rapidly figured out that if he was going to survive, he would have to be able to field just about any weapon he could get his hands on. Assigned to a special weapons team, he proved talented with any weapon command saw fit to assign him. From torching oncharging cultist forces with flamer, covering an advance with smoke rounds from a grenade launcher, or sending a bunker sky high, Zekial appeared to have a bright future as NCO for the squad, and perhaps further on. But fate, whether by the Emperor's hands or anothers, would not be content to allow him to rest so idly, relatively speaking, within his regiment.

A recent chaos invasion had left an underground hive lost, and the 122nd were assigned to break the defenses on the surface and spearhead the grinding assault to expell the invaders. Zekial and the others in his squad were some of the first into the trenches, digging alongside engineers and dodging sniper fire while praying a stray ordinance round wouldn't obliterate all of them. Luck or providence was with them, and they managed to dig in and then break the chaos lines in record time. Tasked with breaching the chaos held hive, none of them were prepared for what would happen next. Tasked with breaching the primary starport gate, which opened upwards directly into the sky, no one really figured out what happened. Whether too much, or not enough, explosives were used, or whether there the gates were trapped, or a fickle, unlucky turn of fate occurred, the gate was indeed breached, but the servos that normally opened the gate went critical, causing a chain reaction that would lead to the complete loss of the hive, and all the surviving population and supplies, chaos evacuating via gates into the warp with minimal casualties.

Officers and men of standing well above that of the current General in charge of the system demanded answers, and the General demanded answers of the Major in charge. Demands went down, and it was decided to pin all the blame upon Zekial, in their minds reasonably so despite the fact the Guardsman could not have foreseen the consequences of him following orders. Demonized and ostracized as a murderer and traitor, Zekial was swept away for execution. While he could have fought back, and caused some serious damage, he did not. He knew of his innocence, at least he was certain in it, and despite his less than fanatical religious belief in the Emperor, if they indeed met face to face, the disgraced guardsman could at least defend himself. Of course, this changed with his sentence changed to eternal service to the Inquisition, which meant little in the Guardsman's mind. After all, that was still as much a death sentence as a firing squad, right? Either way though, he had marching orders, and maybe he would clear his name in due time after all in such service.

Equipment:
Carapace Armor, modified to accept various backpack modules for heavy weapons
Trench Shotgun (Modified Shotgun that has a shortened barrel and operates a (sometimes) reliable semi automatic system of fire), when not issued a heavy weapon
Serrated Combat Knife
The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer

[Necrosis]

Mathilda Tarshoffer

Name: Mathilda Tarshoffer
Background: Celestian (Former Repentia)
Appearance:
Personality: Mathilda is fearless, having stared death in the eyes several times. She hates the typical things that Imperium and sister of battle hates, witches, mutants, heretics and traitors. She doesn't like sanctioned psykers but tolerates them and will even attempt to be friendly with them since she knows the Imperium needs them to survive. She treats space marines with honour and respect due to them being the Emperor true sons. She doesn't have any strong thoughts about guardsmen and judges each of them individually. Mathilda has a hard time taking prisoners, as she just tends to execute them instead.

History: Born on a Shrine World on a the day of Sanguinala (The day that celebrates Sanguinius noble sacrifice). As young as she could remember Mathilda has been in the Schola Progenium. After many years of training she was selected to be a Sister of Battle. She tooks her Vows on Terra itself and joined the Order of the Ebon Chalice.

She engage in several minors battles but her first true test was during the Promethean War. Arriving as reinforcements to help Salamanders, Sister Mathilda fought agaisn't Chaos Space Marines. At first the battle went well but when Lord Gralastyx unless an army of possessed chaos marines, the tide turned against them. Mathilda saw her sisters and the Salamanders being slaughtered. Seeing a Salamanders Sergeants attempting to rally the force, she came to his aid and assisted him. Several Sisters of Battle and Space marines joined them. Here Mathilda saw that the Space Marines and Sisters of Battle both fought with the same determination. Yet they were still finding themselves overwhelmed. Mathilda was ready to die but it seemed that the Emperor had other plans as Saint Celestine appeared and turned the tide of battle to their favour. The battle was soon won with the combined efforts of Salamanders and Sisters of Battle being led by Saint Celestine. The two forces then departed, each moving on to another battle.

Mathilda fought many more battles, rising in rank in time she became a Celestian Superior. Eventually she was sent on a mission to assist Inquisition with the capture of several Alpha Legion Space Marines who had caused an entire planet to revolt against the Imperium. The Inquisition wanted the capture of the Alpha Legion if possible and set them to the highest priority. Mathilda and her squad easily advance against the cultists and PDF as she and her squad were also being supported by Inquisitorial Storm Troopers. Then the mission went south as Mathilda found out that the attack force that had been sent to take out the Aquilla Strongpoint had been repelled as the Alpha Legion Space Marines had been stationed there instead of Governor Palace as the Intel had originally suggested. The Aquilla Strongpoint began to rain down fire, eliminating anyone it targeted. Mathilda and her squad made her way towards the Strongpoint along with half the other teams sent to the city. When Mathilda arrived near the strong point, Alpha Legion Space Marines began to open fire with their bolters and plasma guns. Firing several frag grenades in response, Mathilda, her squad and the storm troopers accompanying her rush the Aquila Strongpoint. Several of them were cut down by the bolter fire but those that did make it inside engage the Alphe Legion Space Marine in close range fire fights and in close combat. Although the Alpha Legion Space Marines were outnumbered, both sides took heavy losses and eventually it came down to Mathilda and a single Alpha Legion Space Marine. The two fought but Mathilda was outclass. As Mathilda was on the ground she turned to face the Alpha Legion Space Marine and smiled as she then drop two Krak Gernades, detonating them both, ready to meet the Emperor but somehow she survived. Still wounded, Mathilda look around as her sense came back to her. She saw the Alpha Legion Space Marine attempting to limp away. Mathilda slowly got up before pointing her Inferno Pistol at the Alpha Legion Space Marine and fired it, killing the Alpha Legion Space Marine instantly.

When Mathilda gave her report the Inquisitor in charge was furious, stating that she should have attempted to capture the Alpha Legion Space Marine instead of killing him. He blamed Mathilda and her order for what he considered a failure of a mission. Not wanting to bring dishonour to her Order and for ignoring an Inquisitorial Order, Mathilda took the Repentia oath.

Mathilda went on several minor missions at first, which she survived and did not find resolution to her crimes. Yet for each battle that Mathilda survived another one appeared to challenged her. This newest one was a large one. Here she had to fight Ork Greenskins while fighting alongside guardsmen. Mathilda and her sisters found themselves in the presence of several Sanctioned psykers and even a Primaris Psyker. As the battle raged on, Mathilda and her squad charged several shoota boyz and would have been cut down if that for the intervention of the Primaris Psyker who created a forcefield around the Repentia allowing them to charge the Orks and engage them in close combat. Mathilda suffered several critical injuries that would kill a human but she kept fighting on, ignoring the pain. When the battle ended she feel to the ground, her life ending but several of the Sanctioned Psykers who had assisted Mathilda squad began to heal her and her fellow Repentia. Mathilda was enraged when she found out what happened, seeing that she had been tainted by such powers who didn't allowed her to go to the Emperor side in death. If not for her Mistress, Mathilda would have killed the Psykers. In the next engagement, Mathilda found herself, her fellow sisters and guardsmen facing an Ork Stompa who had taken out their heavy support. Realizing that she and her fellow repentia where the best bet to destroying it, Mathilda and her squad charged the the Stompa, using their evisecerators to cleave into the Stompa and killed the crew. After the battle Mathilda realized if not for the Psykers she would have died and the Stompa would have wipe out the Guardsmen and her fellow Sisters of Battle. Thus Mathilda started to realize how important and useful Psykers were.

After the war, Mathilda was forgiven by her Order and allowed to return to her rank under the condition that she serves under Inquisitor Haribal of Ordo Herticus for the rest of her life. Unknown to Mathilda, Inquisitor Haribal pulled a few strings to end Mathilda Oath and to have her serve under him.

Equipment: Inferno Pistol, Power Sword, Power Armour, Frag Grenade, Krak Grenade

[Zherdee]

Great! Just one or two guys more and we can start.

[mattmanganon]

Name: Maarical
Background: She was only technically a part of the Imperium for a short time as a field medic for the Variatus Corps... Their corp was disbanded when their Regiment was taken over by a zealous Lord Commissar who didn't want filthy Abhumans in his militarum.
Appearance:

(Essentially this, only with a Beastwoman)
History: She had a pretty standard childhood and was inducted into the Variatus Corps as a field medic. After they were exiled to another planet where they were found by a cult called "The Cult of the Hated" that was a sect of the Cult of the Emperor founded for Beastmen. They were told that Beastmen were created by the Emperor to be hated by others, so that every achievement they gained, every battle they won, was theirs, nothing would be handed to them, every single one of them would have to fight with all of their might for every inch they took in the universe. That, when the time came for the final battle to assure Mankinds dominance, that it was they that the Emperor would choose to stand by him, they, his greatest warriors. She believed them... What choice did she have? The Cult of the Hated became its own rogue battleforce, fighting in the Emperor's name. It was when she was in this cult that her latent Psyker powers surfaced, their leader, who was also a Psyker taught her how to use her powers.

Whilst in the Cult, she met her future husband. A Minotaur... They fell in love on the battlefield and married atop a mountain of their slain enemies, their leader saying that it was the perfect tribute to their lord and savior. However, during their last battle, they attempted to assist a Deathwatch Campaign against the Eldar. During the battle, their Inquisitor was cut off from the rest of the army by a squad of Wraithguard, he only made it out alive due to Maarical's intervention. The day was won, but the Deathwatch took few prisoners from their supposed allies. The only ones that survived were her, her husband, a few of the others and their leader. The Inquisitor leading them saw her actions in the battle, he agreed to let her allies be returned to their exile if she agreed to become a servant of the Inquisition. Seeing very little choice in the matter, she agreed. She was gifted a set of Power Armour that had been specially refitted for her. Her master didn't want to see his new pets brains splattered across the battlefield... At least, not in her first mission. The Power Armour was similar to that warn by the Sororitas, but was refitted for a Beastwomans body.
Equipment: Power Armour, Force Staff, Bolt Pistol ("For close encounters")

[Zherdee]

From sign, it looks like Mattmanganon is out. Do you want to make this Rp even so?

[Dhis]

I found this a little late, is this still going to happen?

[mattmanganon]

I certainly hope so.

[Eisenhorn]

Welp, I'm still here and with it if things are able to be a go.

[Dhis]

Name: Vann Marlon

Background: Elysian Drop Troop Sharpshooter, served with 111th Elysian Drop Troops

Appearance:
(Credit goes to CrisM1A1
http://www.deviantart.com/art/Imperial-Guard-104273259
Personality: Vann Marlon is a look on the sunny side sort of trooper. He looked up to his father, who also served with the Elysian Drop troops, and as such they were always glorified to him. He aspired to be the greatest and took his responsibilities and training very seriously. Quick to trust and very optimistic, Vann tends to see the positive side of everything. His only issue is with authority figures. After being scapegoated by his CO, he doesn’t trust officers, but will easily trust anyone he sees as a peer. He also hates Greenskins.

History: His father died in the line of service at a young age. He was eager to take his father’s place in the Imperial Guard and fill his father’s shoes. He signed up for the PDF on his homeworld of Elysia as soon as he could to begin training. He excelled at his marksmanship tests and his grav-chute training. His first deployment was on a pirate hunting mission for two years, and he learned how to function in ship to ship combat and in zero-g and vacuum environments. After his first two year term was completed he reenlisted in the Imperial Guard as a Drop Trooper. His first out of system deployment saw him dropping in behind enemy lines, facing the vile Greenskins.
His unit was dropped in to the Death World the orcs were on. Their mission: disrupt enemy lines and support the guard that were already on the world. For 15 months Vann was stuck on that hellhole, fighting the orcs with almost no support, getting airdropped supplies when it was safe. The night that he was on guard duty, his squad was ambushed by a pack of greenskin commandos. He escaped with only his commanding officer and another enlisted man. Immediately following their escape there was a call to arms to assault the main body of the orks, with Vann’s unit to be flanking the main force. His commanding officer reported that they were too low on men to be effective but the request to withdraw was denied. His commanding officer ordered them to not assist in the assault, and when they were court martialed for cowardice, the CO blamed the lack of action on the two enlisted men, who were sentenced to death for cowardice and disobeying a superior officer.

Equipment:
Carapace Armor, Grav-Chute, Mark IVe Pattern Modified Sniper Lasgun with two power packs, Laspistol with a bonus power pack, and a Power Sword acquired in his service on the PDF for ship-to-ship combat, Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer, Type 5 Pressure Helmet

Skills:
Close combat (from boarding ships), zero-g environment maneuvering (generally with the grav-chute), expert marksman, grav-chuting into places, being happy in the face of misery

[Dhis]

I'd be down for it! I haven't done this before, so I thought it would be exciting.

[Necrosis]

I'm still interested.

[Dhis]

Sweet!