Marshall

Petrichor

Sorry everyone, been busy. If the first post isn't up tomorrow it should be up the next day. If its not, read this again.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Answering a single question in a decent length requires a lot more bsing than I thought lol.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

The sigh of relief came as a great reprieve from the stress of the situation. Octavian watched as the man who had fallen rose to his feet again. The man seemed very disoriented which is naturally how someone reacts after seemingly being near death. The air seemed to grow colder as the man finally looked towards him. "What are you?" the man said from a small distance behind the others that had arrived. Octavian stopped a moment to ponder the question, for if this was a test from the Inquisition, he would be wise not to reveal his nature so quickly.

After recovering to his full height and looking the man in the eyes, Octavian returned the question, "What are YOU?" he asked with a stern look upon his face. Before giving the man time to answer, he spoke again. "You have the look of a Psyker but what are you doing here?" Octavian was pleased enough that he had evaded the revelation of his true nature at least enough to discover if this was indeed a test. As the crowds of Scintillans buzzed on in the drone of the city, Octavian awaited an answer.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Octavian had finally reached the place dictated to him, and finding only a servitor there, towering above him, he felt uneasy. He stood a good ways back from.. it. Cyborgs had never sat right with Octavian; not for any lack of trust in the flesh, but machines could be much more finicky. The cyborg simply stood there awaiting whatever set of stimuli it required for action and that gave Octavian a small reprieve from worry. Only moments had passed since he arrived when out of the humdrum of the streets, footsteps emerged. Although he thought to turn around, he worried that the servitor would spur to life with the new arrival. The crash of the man collapsing behind him made him turn, just in time for another man to round the corner. The second man seemed to be a doctor and was trying his best to find out what happened. Octavian was slightly perplexed at first but after a few moments he realized that he could be the cause. He knew very little about his hidden "blank" trait that seemed to make him somewhat special.

Once again someone came around to the scene and ignoring what the woman said, Octavian jogged about twenty feet away before turning back and yelling, "Is he doing any better now?". Octavian was somewhat nervous and hoped that his sudden outburst didn't confuse anyone too heavily. He hoped that he had gone far enough but without knowing if he was really the cause, it might not do any good. His basic medical knowledge was for naught in this situation, he had cauterized limbs, stitched together wounds, he even once removed an unexploded bolt from a lucky guardsmen. Although that luck was fleeting, he had barely recovered when an Ork cut him in half. He hoped that his limited knowledge of his powers helps here. If not, the Inquisition might decide he was no longer needed.

Petrichor

@Necrophage One way or another your character has to end up needing a guild. The start revolves around going to an Inn. Message me for any character related questions.

Petrichor

@WingsOfBronze Except for Orcish races, everyone gets along fairly well. Dwarves are welcoming but they mainly live in cities built for Dwarves. Meaning large rooms and small doorways/passages.

Petrichor

@UraharaSteph@Rune_Alchemist@vertigh0st@tex@Landaus Five-One@Polaris North@Sergei Romanov

You guys are ok to post in the character section.

Petrichor

@WingsOfBronze Armor is a good idea.

Spartan XVII: New Breed

Rear Admiral Marshall

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Name:

Rear Admiral Nickolas Marshall

Gender / Age

Male / 28

Appearance:

Wearing the uniform shown at the top, Marshall has a clean cut appearance like most UNSC officers with the exception of his low cut beard he wears.

Specialty:

Master Tactician

Personality:

As with many Naval Officers who have fought the Covenant, Marshall exudes a kind of infallible determination and simultaneously mixed with loss.

Weapon of choice:

M7S Submachine Gun

History:

Rear Admiral Marshall was once in command of a stealth battlegroup fighting an information war in Covenant controlled space. After the eventual dissolution of the battlegroup, he was given command of the most advanced ship in the battlegroup and given new orders. The rest is classified.

Spartan XVII: New Breed

@Zi I was just sayin' not all Spartans were giants. Just most.