Well. Shit happened. I've tried and tried to write something up. pretty much anything at this point. I know myself and I know this situation. I won't be able to continue. Dropping out, sorry about that.
From those aboard, no one could've been more reluctant to give up their equipment than Corneo from the Iron Champions. Even after he finally agreed to it, simply because no alternative was presented to him or the others, he kept outright grumbling about it to himself and anyone who happened to be close enough to hear it. He simply did not feel comfortable, and anyone and their mother could notice it one way or another. Either way, as a loyal space marine he did stop his grumbling, eventually, meaning that he went quiet a few moments before their stasis begun. Such a joyous ride it was going to be, he'd only have to close his eyes like this, see pleasant dreams about things getting crushed beneath his boots as he falls on them from high above, ready to..wake up.
The pod opens and the disfigured marine steps out blinking and stretching his arms slightly, clenching his fingers into fists slightly before recalling his missing equipment and thus there was no need to grasp anything. His new, fellow chapter goes through instructions. Sorrow from unknown origins, Corbite from the Sons of Medusa, Ironnmarch from Harbingers, Felbane from the Angels of Absolution. He shouldn't be so surprised, he knew that Deathwatch works this way, or so they at least said and were right. It was his turn. "Corneu Cornelius of the Iron Champions!" he announces clearly and looks around the rest of the people present slowly before adding."An optimal situation would be that we would at least be reunited with our armor and helmets as soon as possible." he states and rubs his face slightly, trailing his fingers along the scars that were everywhere.
I'll be posting most likely tomorrow after I have finally caught proper Z's. i took an 11 hour trip in train, two more in a bus and slept for 4 hours before starting to build a friend's computer, so I had been awake for roughly 21 hours in total. All of that explanation was unnecessary, but it's on my tab this time, enjoy.
I did already waste some time studying how an Apothecary works and ended up not playing one in the end. I don't think reading Fandom when I am unsure about something could prove too difficult when playing an assault marine.
@Jbcool I'll most likely convert Corneo into an Assault Marine. Takes a bit more imagination to write anything interesting about them, but I'll manage. Or die trying.
@Dead Cruiser Well, you do seem to have the first claim for the role, so it's all good to me. I'll just come up with another fellow. It's gonna go past xmass though, but I doubt that we were going to start before it in the first place.
Chapter Demeanour: The Iron Champions, descendants of the Executioners, drive to live up to and beyond to those that came before them and to show unquestionable loyalty to the Imperium of Man in order to redeem their founding Chapter's honor in the eyes of the God Emperor. The Chapter takes a lot from from it's founding chapter, including the strict following of the tenets of Codex Astrates strictly and preferring the combat to be up close and personal, disliking long range combat and general trickery. While using land speeders and if they must, assault spikes, to scout on ahead, they will rather assault the opposing force with barbaric savagery.
Personal Demeanour: Just as any good Iron Champion, Corneo too strives to reach his limits and then break them for the Emperor. Preferring to use close ranged weaponry and melee combat, he is one of the first to charge into the combat. He felt most comfortable with a trusty jump pack on his back and a chainsword in his hand, so he can be there face to face with his enemy so that they will know exactly who has killed them. Even though he and his chapter detest using Assault Bikes, jump packs are favored by him and many others because they take you straight to the enemy and into glorious combat.
Speciality: Assault Marine
Rank: Battle Brother
Power Armour History: His armor is a traditional Mark 7 Power Armor. Corneo was once told that the armor was a bringer of bad luck, for countless of Astrates had died whilst wearing it, yet the armor always survived with minimal damage. For Corneo they remain nothing but rumors, and after countless of life threatening situations he dove into whilst donning the armor and walked back out of, he has disregarded them as such forever. The armor itself has seen a fair share of combat, coming out of it battered and bruised, but never broken, thus one could say that partwise it was in pristine condition.
Description: Corneo is a crude looking man. His head is fully shaved and his cold, blue eyes pierce through the person they glare are when his helmet is off. His face is horribly maimed, yet only rebuilt to the point where his senses work, thus he is far from a pleasing sight.
He is rarely seen without his armor. In fact he does not take it off unless it is need of repairs that would render it impossible for one to don the armor. In those occasions he's wearing whatever is nearby, and only for as long until he can get back into the armor.
Skills: His close quarters combat is ferocious, but his usage of long range weaponry and advanced military tactics are lacking, especially if the said tactics include "waiting and wearing" them down from afar.
History: Corneo has seen his fair share of combat during his days. As an Iron Champion, he has always been up there where the death is near, and that is all history he needs to know. With his Iron Champion company he has been going around for a long time, long enough for it having lost it's meaning to him and instead of he ever thinking "How long ago did my journey begun?" He wonders "How many kills ago did my journey begun?" and he cannot even remember.
As an Iron Champion, Corneo as well as everyone else were reminded how their founding chapter, the Executioners once strayed from the path of honor to rebel against the God Emperor himself were pardoned, yet their honor would never be truly reclaimed. Thus if he was taught one thing, it was that even if everyone around him would turn their backs to the Imperium of Man and the God Emperor, as an Iron Champion, for his Chapter's honor and to redeem those who came before, he must forever stay loyal even if it would mean death in the hands of those who once walked the same path. And that path he followed, day after day without a doubt, without a question.
He kept going through the ranks with a reasonable phase. He didn't really care for anything else during his years but charging into the enemy and cutting through them with a ferocious force, and he thought that he could not do it any better than he already had. He was wrong, and proven so the first time he donned a jump pack on his back, leaped into the air and slammed down, crushing his foes beneath his feet. A feeling that created a whole new rush in him, controlled, but noticeable. Soon he knew nothing better than the feeling of his body lifting up from the ground and slamming back down on some poor soul, sending others back into a stumble before his chainsword cut through them and bolt pistol finished off stragglers.
From this he was eventually noticed and sent over to the Deathwatch, an honor he accepted with no hesitation. For the Emperor.
Equipment and Armament: Chainsword and a bolt pistol. Frag&Krak Grenades. Jump pack
Miscellaneous: Corneo has a very strong distaste in removing his helmet, or see anyone else to do so no matter what reasoning they have. This distaste links straight to his maimed face, for the one time he was forced to remove his helmet in the middle of a combat for swift cleanup he was immediately shot in the face. After running through and killing the poor bastard he went back to have his face stitched together enough for his senses to work again, but he did not wish for his features to be repaired as a reminder of his foolish error. Thus if he sees someone removing their helmet with no good reason, only to do something they could have done with their helmet on, the least he does is to give them an audible snort.