[CHAR] Scintillan Fusiliers 25th ( 40k guardsmen RP)

[gowia]

Name: Tarquin Lincinious Antonus Appearance: Tarquin stands at 6' 1” and is fairly broad to boot. Whilst his hands are swift and deft his arms, shoulders and legs are muscled and he always looks out of place amongst the ghoul like nobility that normally drift around Scintilla. His skin is pale like the other nobles though and his dark brown curly hair highlights his pale complexion. His hair is short on his head and he was a neatly trimmed goatee that he grooms daily. His face is sharp and defined though it too is broad and, whilst some would consider him handsome with his sharp features and piercing green eyes, he was also blessed with a nose that looks like it was broken at one point or another. Personality: Tarquin is confident but not cocky, he enjoys comradery and is willing to be the butt of a joke so long as it is only in jest. He does not take kindly to fools and those whore arrogantly tread on everyone around them. Whilst, like most nobility, he does look down on the poorer folk he doesn't hold his nose up at every person he sees moving around. Rank:Corporal Reason for joining the guard: The Antonus family are wealthy merchant family from the Spires. Whilst Tarquin had a career as a wealthy businessmen laid out in front of him it was not the life he wanted. Living on his fore father's coat tails and wealth was not how he wanted to spend his days. Growing up reading books of Imperial heroes who fought terrible beasts and had honour and medals for it was always his interest. Especially when the hero got the beautiful girl. And so he signed up as a Corporal, a second to a Sergent, to learn the basics of leadership and one day have is own command. Equipment: Ornate Lascarbine (With 4 charge pack), Laspistol (With 4 charge pack), combat knife, Ornamented light carapace armour, Scintillan Fusiliers Imperial Guard Uniform, a gas mask, Annointed Maintenance Kit, Dress Uniform, Rucksack, Poor Weather Gear, Basic Tool Kit, Mess Kit & Water Canteen, 6 Weeks' Rations, Blanket & Sleep Bag, Rechargeable Lamp Pack, Ident Tags and Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer. During combat Tarquin leaves his pack at base and takes the Vox communicator instead on his back. Backstory: Reason to join has basics, I will RP the rest.

[Drunken Conquistador]

Name: Cleon Scaramanga Appearance: Standing at 5'7, Cleon is a brute of a man. With a stocky body and a rounded face. His eyes are a shade of dark brown and his black hair is closely cropped along his head. He also boasts a neatly trimmed mustache and a large nose. Personality: Cleon is not a man to hide his emotions, quick to lash out against those that he thinks that wronged him and just as quick to laugh and make amends with those he likes. The sergeant is also specially aggressive, enjoying the thrill of the battle and the killing of the Emperor's enemies. The sergeant is also a rather possessive man, both with his belonging and those close to him, specially when he thinks that someone is trying to undermine his authority within "his" squad. Rank: Sergeant. Reason for joining the guard/Backstory: The third son of Lord Scaramango, a shipping magnate, Cleon was always the black sheep of the family. Since his early days the boy showed a brash and loud personality, very prone to picking fights with other kids and in general just embarrassing his parents. Eventually, after one incident too many Cleon was "invited" by his father to join the Imperial Guard or be completely disinherited. In the hopes that a life of combat would be a better way to focus his son's aggressive tendencies. Equipment: A ornate laspistol. Ornate set of flak armor along with standard regimental uniform. Two ammunition bandoliers. A ornate chainsword. A rucksack. 6-weeks worth of rations. Mess kit and canteen. Parade uniform. The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifiting Primer. A few family portraits. A journal. Ident tags. Annointed Maintenance kit. Poor Weather gear. A bottle of finely aged Amasec. Grooming kit. Blanket and sleeping bag. Combat knife. Rechargeable Lamp pack. Basic tool kit. A blessed purity seal.

[agentmanatee]

@Gowia also forgot to tell you cause I didn't notice, guardsmen, even well connected and pampered regiments like yours wear a standard guardsmen flak aromor, though a superior and more ornate set (sorry about the nitpicking)

[gowia]

It says on the Wiki that the standard gear for the Scintillian is carapace armour and that even your bog standard fusilier receives access to full suits of carapace armour?

[agentmanatee]

@gowia Ah yes, my bad, also bring the carbine back (ornamented of course) I must have forgotten that

[majormuesli]

Name: Bassianus Karling Appearance: Stands at 5ft 10in with a slender build. Could definitely be considered as handsome, with pale complexion and prominent bone structure. Green eyes and red hair worn long and tied back with a leather band. Clean shaved face and narrow shoulders betray his youth and inexperience with the guard. Personality: Stuck-up and arrogant. Considers most others as beneath him and hence has trouble dealing with authority and the chain of command. This has left him often disciplined and with very few friends within the guard. He is sarcastic and thinks of himself as being very witty (although others do not agree.) This tendency to mock everything and often push things too far means he is often considered as annoying or gobby. Rank: Trooper Reason for joining the guard: After one too many run-ins with the authorities and a long list of gambling debt was forced to abandon his inheritance and join the guard by his father. Equipment: Lascarbine (w/ charge packs.) Combat Knife. Ornamented Light Carapace Armour. Uniform. Gas Mask. Anointed Maintenance Kit. Parade Uniform. Rucksack. Tool kit. Mess kit. Rations. Blanket and sleep bag. Grooming kit. Lamp pack. Ident tags. Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer. Deck of cards and dice. Lho-sticks. Backstory: Born the first-son of a Scintillan noble and in line to inherit his family's considerable estate. Bassianus had everything throughout his youth. But everything was not enough for him. Against his father's wishes he pursued his own pleasures. He would often be found in the lower hive, where he became involved in narcotics, gambling and prostitution. This continued for several years and resulted in numerous encounters with the Arbites. The final straw came when he was caught in possession of Obscura. His father decided that the family had suffered enough embarassment at Bassianus expense and gave him an ultimatum. He was willing to use his connections to drop the charges against his son, but only on the condition that he would abdicate from his inheritance and enlist in the guard.