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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
Weapon: A Ruger lc9 (small handgun) which he still uses from his past occupation, apart from that he uses the standard issue MIB side arm.
Skills: He has always been able to see the most commonly unseen, magical energy, invisible beings, dark auras... etc. At the same time Argo is fluent in Braille and has experience in Brazilian jiu jitsu, Muay Thai and Lerdrit.
weakness/limits: He is fully human, and, as all humans are, is extremely susceptible to damage and mental attack.
Bio: At a very young age Argo was exposed to an obscene amount of magical energy which broke through into the physical realm and almost completely blinded him, the magic was enough to reduce his sight to only shades of red and yellow for the next three years, by the age of eight Argo could see again, although it was a different kind of sight. Ten years later he graduated high school and entered into the police force, a year later and the government shows up at his doorstep with a job he happily took. It's been nine years and Argo is still an agent working for the MIB, he has an unsuspecting wife who believes he's still a police officer and a daughter who's still on the way.
@Eisenhorn@Andromedai I was kind of thinking that the guardsman is a lone survivor who just tags along, but, maybe I can fix him up so that he knows something of great use to the inquisition and is too great of a value for them to just kill... instead, maybe, he could have the emperor appear in his dreams or the inquisitions and would seem to be a vessel for the emperor for the duration of the roleplay, that sounds too great for the situation. Maybe he could be used as a guide to different units of guardsmen or maybe even guide them to the titan, that sounds more realistic but I wouldn't know if the inquisition would need him for that.
Personality: As a guardsman he knows fully how expendable he is and because of that he doesn't seem to care wether he lives or dies, the imperial guard are a fighting force only capable of winning a fight with numerous amounts of men and huge firepower, now that Estrus is one of the only survivors on Tarson he has lost all confidence in winning the war. Estrus’ only will to fight, as like many guardsmen, is the fact that the emperor is watching over him and that when the time comes to die he will gladly accept it with a blast of his lasgun however he has somehow survived his death. Estrus fights with fear in his eyes and mind but still he fights, he will continue to fight for the will of the emperor and the will of the imperium, coming to serve his lords and ladies when the need arises.
Former Occupation: Originally Estrus Halliver was born on a civilised world, he worked in industry before being conscripted into one of the imperial tithes.
Rank: Trooper/Guardsman
Equipment:
Armour: Flak armour
Primary Weapon: Lasgun (flashlight) The mass produced and readily available lasgun is an important part of the imperial guard, it is used in almost every situation becoming the most common weapon in the astra militarum.
Secondary Weapon: none The common Guardsman doesn't need a side arm.
Melee Weapon: Guard issue bayonet A long knife for use in close combat... not that it's much help.
Accessory 1: Fragmentation grenade A small bomb which explodes after a set time, it sends shrapnel flying upon explosion.
Accessory 2: Guard issue medical supplies Emergency medical supplies in the event that the guardsman is injured... not that he'll live long enough to use them.
Accessory 3: 9-70 entrenching tool The most important tool in a guardsmans' kit, specially designed to create trenches and build defences in the event that they'll need them.
Accessory 4: Mark VIII filter - gas mask An emergency gas mask which filters lethal substances for fresh clean air, emperor bless us with his fine air.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>