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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

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Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Name: Commissar Davian Kreel
Age: 45
Class: Commissar
Equipment

'Slayer's Blade' - the nickname given to the sword, the blade of which was a part of a Necron Lord's staff. The weapon is so large that Kreel usually carries it on his back - or slung unsheathed on his shoulder. The weapon is so heavy that Kreel cannot use his right hand to wield it properly, instead he must rely on his mechanical arm.

Mark IV Thunderfury Storm Bolter - grafted to Kreel's replacement arm, before aquiring this weapon he preferred the - in his opinion - more efficient bolter over the bolt pistols used by other commissars. Kreel can if need be dismount the Storm Bolter from his arm - which he often does since it limits his movement greatly even with the added strength of his mechanical arm.

Standard Commissar uniform.

Notable Deeds:

Lead by example, not with fear of death. Davian firmly believes in leading by example. Therefore when he leads a force - be it a simple squad of guardsmen or a larger unit - he is the first one to fire a shot, or partake in melee combat and if not seriously wounded he'll remain on the field to take care of enemy stragglers as well. This attitude has earned him a positive reputation among most guardsmen he has served with over the years and words of his attitude and commanding style have been passed on to the next unit he has been stationed with.

Negotiate first, then pull the trigger. Commissar Kreel is relatively well known for his quick wits and the ability to take care of those whom sow dissent among the troops under his command. The amount of guardsmen he has executed are in the two digits.

Necron Slayer The task that got Davian the post of a commissar is perhaps the most well documented and spoken about. During an expedition to a small Necron tomb on a very remote imperial world the Commissar Training Squad he was part of was utterly decimated when some Warriors and a minor Lord were awoken from their slumber. After a very brutal fight Kreel and a second lucky Cadet made their way back to their command post. Davian had lost an arm to the Lord, but had in exchange taken one of the large blades of the Nercon Lord's staff weapon as a sign of his victory. The blade was later forged - after through examination by the Inquisitors to make sure there was no taint of Chaos on it - in to a sword the Commissar carries as his close quarters weapon.

Time with Inquisitor: Roughtly 2 years.

Appearance: Davian Kreel stands a 6'4 feet tall, his shoulders are wide and his right arm seems quite muscular despite him never really doing with it. His icy blue eyes stare out from a face that seems like it has been carved with an axe - judging by the scar on his right cheek really gives the impression that someone has tried to do so. Kree's short brown hair is already going gray from the temples.

Davian lost his left arm during his time as a Commissar Cadet and has been slowly building a more formidable arm for himself - it began as not much more than a support for his bolter, but nowadays has enough articulation, strength and weight behind it for him to add a Storm Bolter to it and practice proper swordsmanship on the battlefield - though not the both at the same time.

40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? ....Abaddon the Despoiler?

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Janos was doing really well at the moment - he had managed to stay out of fights, trade the book to a cool pair of shades, the shades he had then exchanged to a pocket knife, the knife had been traded to a rather expensive looking ball tip pen - though of the guy he had traded the knife to the kitsune wasn't quite sure if the fellow had been a teacher or student or even remotely connected to the school. Still he was doing real good - right up to the point he heard the announcement from the intercom.

He got ever so slightly nervous, what had he done? Was there something bad he had done? Who had ratted him out? Janos was getting more and more nervous every step he took towards the principal's office. His hair was very slightly going white - not that Janos noticed it, he was too busy wondering what he had done wrong.

When Janos finally reached the principal's office and was actually too nervous to pay any real attention to the others who were present. He adjusted his sunglasses slightly to hide the fact that he used his fox magic to change his eyes to seem like normal, warm brown ones. Then he took off the glasses and placed them in one of the many pockets of his jacket.

His hair had gotten to the point where even his braid was starting to have some white in it - which usually implied that he was very stressed. Janos took a deep breath and sheepishly glanced around while silently assuring himself that he actually wasn't in any sort of trouble. When the principal explained why they were all asked to be there the kitsune's hair began turning back to it's normal color. He was so relieved that he wasn't going to get trouble on the first day of school this time - w-well atleast not yet. Janos nodded silently to the principal and concentrated on leaning against the wall like he was holding it up.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

Name: Commissar Davian Kreel
Age: 45
Class: Commissar
Equipment

'Slayer's Blade' - the nickname given to the sword, the blade of which was a part of a Necron Lord's staff. The weapon is so large that Kreel usually carries it on his back - or slung unsheathed on his shoulder. The weapon is so heavy that Kreel cannot use his right hand to wield it properly, instead he must rely on his mechanical arm.

Mark IV Thunderfury Storm Bolter - grafted to Kreel's replacement arm, before aquiring this weapon he preferred the - in his opinion - more efficient bolter over the bolt pistols used by other commissars. Kreel can if need be dismount the Storm Bolter from his arm - which he often does since it limits his movement greatly even with the added strength of his mechanical arm.

Standard Commissar uniform.

Notable Deeds:

Lead by example, not with fear of death. Davian firmly believes in leading by example. Therefore when he leads a force - be it a simple squad of guardsmen or a larger unit - he is the first one to fire a shot, or partake in melee combat and if not seriously wounded he'll remain on the field to take care of enemy stragglers as well. This attitude has earned him a positive reputation among most guardsmen he has served with over the years and words of his attitude and commanding style have been passed on to the next unit he has been stationed with.

Negotiate first, then pull the trigger. Commissar Kreel is relatively well known for his quick wits and the ability to take care of those whom sow dissent among the troops under his command. The amount of guardsmen he has executed are in the two digits.

Necron Slayer The task that got Davian the post of a commissar is perhaps the most well documented and spoken about. During an expedition to a small Necron tomb on a very remote imperial world the Commissar Training Squad he was part of was utterly decimated when some Warriors and a minor Lord were awoken from their slumber. After a very brutal fight Kreel and a second lucky Cadet made their way back to their command post. Davian had lost an arm to the Lord, but had in exchange taken one of the large blades of the Nercon Lord's staff weapon as a sign of his victory. The blade was later forged - after through examination by the Inquisitors to make sure there was no taint of Chaos on it - in to a sword the Commissar carries as his close quarters weapon.

Time with Inquisitor: Roughtly 2 years.

Appearance: Davian Kreel stands a 6'4 feet tall, his shoulders are wide and his right arm seems quite muscular despite him never really doing with it. His icy blue eyes stare out from a face that seems like it has been carved with an axe - judging by the car on his right cheek really gives the impression that someone has tried to do so. Kree's short brown hair is already going gray from the temples.

Davian lost his left arm during his time as a Commissar Cadet and has been slowly building a more formidable arm for himself - it began as not much more than a support for his bolter, but nowadays has enough articulation, strength and weight behind it for him to add a Storm Bolter to it and practice proper swordsmanship on the battlefield - though not the both at the same time.

40K Knowledge Question: Who turned Horus to Chaos? ....Abaddon the Despoiler?

I Must Confess That I Feel Like A Monster (No Longer Accepting Characters)

I could be a co-gm ^^

I Must Confess That I Feel Like A Monster (No Longer Accepting Characters)

Iiiii'm terribly sorry if there are spelling errors in my text. It's 6 AM where I live at and I have been up for the past ... oh... 26 hours.

I Must Confess That I Feel Like A Monster (No Longer Accepting Characters)

It was so soft, smooth, silky and warm. So nice to just curl up and sleep on - the pile of fresh clothes that is. The white fox had fell asleep on the pile of clothes again after sneaking around, trying - and failing - to catch a rabbit or even a mouse for the better part of the night. The pointy ears had twitched slightly at some comment obviously made by Roman - to which the now half awake fox had just mumbled under his breath "Says the fellow who's breath smells of... ...stuff." With a yawn, good amount of stretching and collecting his concentration Janos forced himself to his human form. He got dressed seemingly casually - though anyone with at least one brain cell could tell that there was a certain order things had to be done, well in his head...

After the little dressing up ritual - and making sure his hair was at least in a barely presentable condition the short boy made his way to the car. Admittedly he had seriously considered just walking - after all the car was a deathtrap and knowing the demon's way of driving... He silently swore to himself that if they'd die thanks to Roman's shoddy care over traffic laws and speed limits the kitsune would come back to haunt him - and by god he'd haunt the damn demon so much! Still Janos meekly sat at the backseat with his attention fully focused on an old book - Ivanhoe, by Sir Walter Scott, which the kitsune had probably traded for a pack of cigarettes or whatever little items he had happened to have on hand when spotting someone reading it in a nearby park.

Though the book was old and judging by the coffee stains here and there had seen better days - not even mentioning the fact that Janos pretty much knew it inside out by now - it was still much better a solution to keep reading the book than worrying about dying in a horrible car - and demon - related accident. Thankfully the rather dangerous little trip from their place to the school came to an end and Janos was free to slink away from the backseat - surprisingly he didn't offer any snide comments to Roman about his driving, or the fact how lucky they were that they hadn't been pulled over by the cops this time. The weirdest thing really was that the kitsune hadn't really said much at all during the whole car ride - not even his usual 'good morning'.
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After rummaging through all his pockets to make absolutely sure he had everything he needed for the day - which he of course had, since he wasn't a mean jerk of a demon who doesn't care about others and always resorts to violence before anything else! The short boy gave himself a mental pat on the back and carefully adjusted the thick braid of his while covering his eyes with the sunglasses of his. His hearing was sharp enough to hear a pair of guys actually wondering out loud if 'that blonde was a guy or a gal?' Instead of paying them any attention Janos just made his way towards the principal's office while concentrating more on reading the book than dodging people who got on his way - miraculously he managed to make his way through the relatively large gathering of students like he was a ninja, or or one of the assassins from the fancy computer games he'd seen.

I Must Confess That I Feel Like A Monster (No Longer Accepting Characters)

That's not a bad idea, but the dreams could be very vague OwO

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Sounds fair.

Feral

I have been enjoying Dark Souls II Scholar of the First Sin - and just bought Mortal Kombat Komplete from G2. THis is gonna be great ^w^