Ollumhammersong

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

The air was too dry and the wind, if he wasn't safely behind a suit of power armour would have been more than a little annoying with it's harsh bite and the rough particulate it whipped around. His HUD filled with relevant mission data but he ignored a lot of it in favour of another image displayed from the other side of his helmet. Blue text scrolled unread down his right cheek as his left displayed the picture of a certain little lady he had grown close to in the last year. It was a special picture that she took for his eyes only a couple months back. And it's contents always gave him plenty of incentive to make it back to the Hyperion in one piece during a deployment. Let Solares worry about mission specs and map layouts.

“Haha! Let's do this!” The 'artistic' portait was blinked away and Sebastian was once more focused and present in the real world, Raring to go and practically bounding with each step towards the dominion base. Power assisted strength let Sebastian heft his C-14 as easily as a child might wave around a popgun. Taking aim and tapping the trigger in preparation. Not quite pulling it, just bouncing his finger off the metal. This was why he joined the rebellion. Why he was a marine. Taking the fight to the dominion directly. So much more visceral and satisfying than being a mechanic or a scientist or whatever other trades Swann was always complaining he needed more hands and bodies for. To slow paced, and required a deeper well of patience than Sebastian currently possessed.

“I got the one on the left.” Thank whatever god there was in the universe for the protective dome/visor of his armour. Otherwise this wind sand would be annoying as shit to aim through. His bright blue paint was already caked in a thin layer of dust. After a full hour on this planet he would probably look like a great big sand golem.

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

@Zelosse you are free to think so. But I have my bag of holding now. And I regret nothing

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

Name: Sebastian Vosk

Appearance:

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Class: Marine

Equipment CMC-400 power armour, C-14 Gauss rifle, Frag Grenadesx 3, Flash Grenade, EMP Grenade

Tell us a little bit about your character: Sebastian is the definition of a Prime young buck. Eager and seemingly invincible(at least in his mind) and clad in the impenetrable armour of youth and confidence. He joined the rebellion very young age, motivated primarily by youthful zeal and the idea of 'the cause' of the underdog standing up to the tyrant and giving him a bloody nose and a black eye.

For the first years of serving with the Raiders Sebastian displayed an over-eagerness that was sometimes detrimental to his superiors carefully laid out plans. He is always raring to go with a burst of energy, a smile on his lips and a deep laugh always ready to spill up from his belly. In short he is a hothead, a risk taker and as the last few years on board the hyperion have proven, a reasonably successful ladies man.

Some of his fellows have likened his seemingly endless well of energy and stamina to him being on a permanent stimpak of some kind. He almost never seems to run out of juice, always having that extra burst needed to push himself through when its needed. Another gift of youth many believe.

A few years experience with the Raider's (and getting chewed out weekly) have tempered his more rambunctious nature from what he was when he first joined. Oh he is still that prime, eager young lad capable of trying anything and everything that even remotely resembles a challenge. But He is more controllable and predictable than he used to be six years ago. Hard earned experience in combat and hard times have given him fewer reasons to laugh his deep rumbling laugh lately. It made him more considering of his actions and how they can endanger or effect those around him and as a result, tempered him somewhat. And his lady-killer ways have toned down to the delight (and dissapointment) of some on board the Hyperion. More specifically they have honed onto one pretty lady in particular. Someone who has kept his attentions for an uncharacteristically long period of time.

But he still tries to make a quip here or a joke there to keep things light in the face of batshit crazy reality he lives in. Refusing to let go of the brevity that has become his reputation, And he still is prone to taking risks and rushing headlong into danger with little provocation and not nearly as much consideration as he should be giving.

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

i'm doing it, i'm doing it. I had D&D tonight. And none of you are more important than trading magical vampire scrying orbs to eccentric wizards in exchange or information and bags that contain pocket dimensions of holding that exist outside of the normal flow of space time......

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

I shall do so after work! And after D&d.....

StarCraft 2: Insurrection

Name: Sebastian Vosk

Appearance:

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Class: Marine

Equipment CMC-400 power armour, C-14 Gauss rifle, Frag Grenadesx 3, Flash Grenade, EMP Grenade

Tell us a little bit about your character: Sebastian is the definition of a Prime young buck. Eager and seemingly invincible(at least in his mind) and clad in the impenetrable armour of youth and confidence. He joined the rebellion very young age, motivated primarily by youthful zeal and the idea of 'the cause' of the underdog standing up to the tyrant and giving him a bloody nose and a black eye.

For the first years of serving with the Raiders Sebastian displayed an over-eagerness that was sometimes detrimental to his superiors carefully laid out plans. He is always raring to go with a burst of energy, a smile on his lips and a deep laugh always ready to spill up from his belly. In short he is a hothead, a risk taker and as the last few years on board the hyperion have proven, a reasonably successful ladies man.

Some of his fellows have likened his seemingly endless well of energy and stamina to him being on a permanent stimpak of some kind. He almost never seems to run out of juice, always having that extra burst needed to push himself through when its needed. Another gift of youth many believe.

A few years experience with the Raider's (and getting chewed out weekly) have tempered his more rambunctious nature from what he was when he first joined. Oh he is still that prime, eager young lad capable of trying anything and everything that even remotely resembles a challenge. But He is more controllable and predictable than he used to be six years ago. Hard earned experience in combat and hard times have given him fewer reasons to laugh his deep rumbling laugh lately. It made him more considering of his actions and how they can endanger or effect those around him and as a result, tempered him somewhat. And his lady-killer ways have toned down to the delight (and dissapointment) of some on board the Hyperion. More specifically they have honed onto one pretty lady in particular. Someone who has kept his attentions for an uncharacteristically long period of time.

But he still tries to make a quip here or a joke there to keep things light in the face of batshit crazy reality he lives in. Refusing to let go of the brevity that has become his reputation, And he still is prone to taking risks and rushing headlong into danger with little provocation and not nearly as much consideration as he should be giving.

Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

it's not much of a post but it gets things moving forward

Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

Ashtor needed to make a decision. The fight for the thunderhawk became more and more complicated as the scions of Angron and Magnus made their appearances. He didn't care about them but they were obstacles to overcome. The Black legionnaires fate was all but sealed. One didn't have to be a seer to fortell that all of them would be dead within minutes. But there were enough of the Slaaneshi marines that they could still control this fight. He could manipulate that. Being born a slave and therefor a half breed in the eyes of his brethren, Asthor always had to play politics and power games to survive. Deciding which squadmate to support as the new squad leader, which acolyte to swear allegience to during a power vacuum in his warhost. All of those decisions were carefully thought out and weighed for which was the best option not only to keep him alive today, but to help elevate him tomorrow. It was the reason he sided with Amon the Defiler and now stood as an aspiring champion of his own right. And it was the reason his minded calculated the greatest chance of survival lay with convincing the numerically superior Emperor's children that he was a trustworthy, or at least worthy temporary ally. As the rumble of Skitarii war engines grew ever louder he had to act quickly.

He saw his chance while the sorcerer seemed engaged with the Khornite. Plasma shot was rare and valuable but he could spare a few shots if it meant putting down a sorcerer.

“Cousins of Fulgrim!”

Sprinting forward from his hidden position. Loosing a glob of super-heated blue gloop through the air aimed directly for the distracted sorcerer's chest.

“Take the ship, I can fly us off this world! Kill the son of Magnus!”

Drawing the pistol from his hip he followed up the plasma bolt with a few bolter rounds aimed at whatever Black legionnaires were still standing, And at the Khornite's back. He could only hope this display would earn him the trust he needed to convince them.

“The metal legions are upon us, we must leave! NOW!!!”

Adventures of the Blood Rose Irregulars

Coolio, this seems neat

Warhammer 40k: The Long War (Chaos RP) (Dead, for now, please do not apply)

It will involve you being shot with superheated plasma while you are distracted casting your spell.