VashThe chimera was deathly silent as the rain of artillery around them shook the Hive and made their ears ring. The crimson clad woman inside the vehicle with them made everyone uncomfortable. Partly of it was the large Inquisitorial seal stamped across her right pauldron. The rest, however, was just a feeling they all got. Like something she was something unnatural, even more terrifying than the daemons on the other side of the line. A helmet covered her face, masking whatever expression she had. Really, she was smiling beneath her mask. It was always amusing to her, to watch others squirm and shift away from her. Penal Legionnaires, they hadn't done that. They'd accepted the feeling of being around her during training. The 808 hadn't cared much either, mostly because she was basically a saint to them.
Exiting the chimera, the red woman turned her head slightly to look back at them, and said, "You guys are fucked." Then she was off, leisurely walking towards the bunker. The chimera drove off without a moment's hesitation, and Anna went inside the network of tunnels and bunkers. PDF attempted to avoid her in the cramped hallways. From somewhere down the hall, there was a loud caw! and seconds later a robotic raven appeared, flying down the way towards her. After a brief moment where the woman muttered some things to it and listened to a few recordings, she let it loose once more and followed the bird towards where the rest of the team was probably waiting on her, like they usually did. Anna wasn't exactly known for her respect of authority or promptness, and so was usually a few minutes late. She did it just to piss off the rest of the retinue.
With no time to spare, the door burst open to allow her in, a few minutes after the Confessor. The strong psychic presence in the room immediately died as she strolled on it, still seeming in no hurry, even as she knew that one of those assassins that were always around were probably staring hatefully enough to please Khorne for decades. She removed her helmet, revealing a face that would be pretty, if not for the cold grey eyes and the brazen Aqulia tattoo that covered her cheek and part of her eye. As the raven perched on her shoulder and her hand rested on the pommel of her sword, she grinned at the Inquisitor and gave a mock bow. "Sorry for my tardiness once more, my Lord," she said, the sarcasm practically dripping from her voice. Even the title seemed to mock him, as she knew full well that he wasn't a Lord Inquisitor yet. She righted herself, and leaned against the other side of the door, opposite the soldier. Not another word was spoken, but the look on her face showed just how pleased she was with herself. A noise that one could swear was a snicker came from the bird on her shoulder.
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4/10, same as before.
4/10 not sure what that is
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I also believe Crazy Guy is going to make our Tech Priest, anyway.
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I'll be closing this off for now towards adding new people, since I don't want this to get too large. If people need to drop off, disappear, or otherwise are forced to be unable to continue, then I'll open up slots, but for now, I think we got a good sized group for this.
I also believe Crazy Guy is going to make our Tech Priest, anyway.
9/10 for stripping animals of their freedom.
Character currently taken down due to history overhaul. When finished, tell me if you prefer it to the original, or if I should switch it back.
Character back up. Edited both history and equipment.
Character back up. Edited both history and equipment.
7/10
Docked a point because of the eye stabbing.
Docked a point because of the eye stabbing.
Name: Interrogator Anna Cassius
Gender: Female
Age: 37
Equipment:
-Godwyn De'az Pattern Boltgun with Five Extra Clips
-Unwarded Daemonblade of Tzeentch
-Inquisitorial Power Armor
-Rosarius
-Grimoire of True Names
-Excruciator
-Archimedes, the Psyber-Raven
Personality: Anna is, in the basest of terms, a thug. She takes great joy in exercising any and all Inquistorial power on anyone, be they a lowly citizen on a hive world or an Astartes Marine. When men do not comply with her decisions, she delights in beating them senseless, or even shooting them on occasion to serve as a warning to the others. She is crude and crass, questions orders, and is nothing like what one would expect out of an Inquisitor.
History: Anna was born on the lower tiers of a Hive World, into a family indebted to numerous crime bosses for "protection" against each other. Growing up, her parents and home were under constant threat of muggings, break ins, and out-right slaughter. Often her father would return home badly bruised, and her mother couldn't go through one day without being groped at least a dozen times, if she was lucky. Anna, however, hardly ever showed any sort of emotion about any of it, even after she learned that none of this should have been happening on a world under the Emperor's light. Not once did she seem sad, nor angry, or even afraid of the men that showed up at the door.
When she reached her teenage years, she began to branch out further than the walls of her home. The buildings nearby were broken into, stashes of money stolen, random passerby brutally beaten and robbed. Over the course of a year, dozens of debts were paid, and Anna even bought a gun for the family to use for defense. This swift turn around in profit did not go unnoticed, of course. One of the more prominent gangs, the first to be paid off by the young girl, had taken a notice. Without a moment of hesitation, they plucked her off the street and integrated her into their gang as a collector. Given a knife and a gun and thrown back to walk door to door.
Few were surprised when that girl with the dead eyes and emotionless face came knocking at their door for money. The first few that she went to handed over money immediately. Eventually, though, one tried to make an excuse. He was beaten, harshly, had an arm broken. His wife was knocked unconscious. Before she left, she told him the next time she came, he better have their money. That was the first time anyone had seen her crack a smile. He told others of the brutality, of how she had grinned as she knocked him around at gunpoint and laughed as she snapped his arm over a table. These accusations were confirmed by several others that received the same treatment that same day.
The gang liked the results. Powerful as they were, several people regularly skipped out on payments, and often members would cut them slack and allow them to pay next month, or even forget entirely. Some never paid at all. But Anna set an example. She was only fifteen, and she was making progress and getting money for herself and for the gang. She was rewarded by being given a bit of rank, some slightly better equipment. However, second month rolled in, and another person attempted to skip again. His family later found him in his house, sliced to bits, entrails scattered around the room. What little money had been in the house was gone, and when the PDF arrived at the gruesome scene, nothing but a few testimonies of a strange, violent girl could link Anna to the murder.
The gang was worried, but never again did anyone try to get out of paying protection when she came knocking, even if it meant using all reserve money. However, this wasn't enough for her. She began to travel higher on the hive, and hit a few houses of people who weren't nameless vermin. She was caught, tried, and sentenced to serve in a penal legion for her crimes against humanity and the Emperor. Unlike most, she didn't seem at all perturbed at being sent to her eventual demise. Like most, she was given basic training, had her head shaved and received the Imperial Aquila tattooed on her left cheek.
Most Penals don't survive their first engagement. She was thrown at a group of Tzeentch worshipers, as well as a few thousand other convicts. She went in gun blazing, grin plastered on her face. As her allies were shot down by the magic of the demons and the psykers amongst the cultists, Anna went unscathed, and killed scores of daemons alone whilst being assaulted by all sorts of sorceries. When she returned, the enemy had a hundred less demons and twenty less psykers, while countless lesser cultists had fled, believing her to be immortal. The Regiment she was assigned to charged the base, with her at the lead, and slaughtered what was left of the forces inside.
Having survived, and having been the reason why so few of the Guard had died to the forces of Chaos, Anna's crimes were forgiven and she was made a permanent part of the 808 Forsberg Regiment. The newly named sergeant remained with the 808 for a few more years, leading many more suicide missions against the forces of Tzeentch, often coming out untouched other than some minor wounds. The Inquisition eventually pulled her out, and questioned her. Her time in the Guard had mellowed her out, and she was now a mouthy woman with no respect for the authority her interrogators held, and barely told them anything they wanted to hear. However, the testimonies of the men she served with, along with one Inquisitor seeing first hand her immunity to sorcery, they named her a blank.
Too old to be sent to the Assassinorum for training, the Inquisition kept her for their own uses and shoved her in the direction of the Ordo Malleus. Given some melee combat training and furthering her knowledge in firearms, she was once more thrust into battles against the servants of Chaos. She was quick to make waves, doing things that even Astartes couldn't without taking substantial losses. Mighty daemons fell, sorcerers rendered useless, warp plagues stifled by her very presence. Eldar suppressed by power, and rogue psykers executed with little effort. While none could deny that she was an unpleasant human being, she got everything done in a timely fashion, and wouldn't fail to disappoint.
Still, though, she fell in line with the Radicals of the Malleus. Often, she would aid in daemonic possessions, make deals with heretics to find much larger groups, and even would point enemy warbands in the direction of their enemies, free of charge, to eliminate her enemies for her. Whenever she was fielded, she'd take with her people that would seem heretical even to someone who knew nothing of the Emperor to serve as meat shields and extra guns. These went, for the most part, unnoticed by many, as when the body counts came in, they were among the numbers and none could scour her mind for information. However, this still got the attention of certain individuals, including the Inquisitor Xersus.
Position in Retinue: Anti-Psyker, Daemonslayer, and expert on Daemonic lore, anatomy, and abilities.
Gender: Female
Age: 37
Equipment:
-Godwyn De'az Pattern Boltgun with Five Extra Clips
-Unwarded Daemonblade of Tzeentch
-Inquisitorial Power Armor
-Rosarius
-Grimoire of True Names
-Excruciator
-Archimedes, the Psyber-Raven
Personality: Anna is, in the basest of terms, a thug. She takes great joy in exercising any and all Inquistorial power on anyone, be they a lowly citizen on a hive world or an Astartes Marine. When men do not comply with her decisions, she delights in beating them senseless, or even shooting them on occasion to serve as a warning to the others. She is crude and crass, questions orders, and is nothing like what one would expect out of an Inquisitor.
History: Anna was born on the lower tiers of a Hive World, into a family indebted to numerous crime bosses for "protection" against each other. Growing up, her parents and home were under constant threat of muggings, break ins, and out-right slaughter. Often her father would return home badly bruised, and her mother couldn't go through one day without being groped at least a dozen times, if she was lucky. Anna, however, hardly ever showed any sort of emotion about any of it, even after she learned that none of this should have been happening on a world under the Emperor's light. Not once did she seem sad, nor angry, or even afraid of the men that showed up at the door.
When she reached her teenage years, she began to branch out further than the walls of her home. The buildings nearby were broken into, stashes of money stolen, random passerby brutally beaten and robbed. Over the course of a year, dozens of debts were paid, and Anna even bought a gun for the family to use for defense. This swift turn around in profit did not go unnoticed, of course. One of the more prominent gangs, the first to be paid off by the young girl, had taken a notice. Without a moment of hesitation, they plucked her off the street and integrated her into their gang as a collector. Given a knife and a gun and thrown back to walk door to door.
Few were surprised when that girl with the dead eyes and emotionless face came knocking at their door for money. The first few that she went to handed over money immediately. Eventually, though, one tried to make an excuse. He was beaten, harshly, had an arm broken. His wife was knocked unconscious. Before she left, she told him the next time she came, he better have their money. That was the first time anyone had seen her crack a smile. He told others of the brutality, of how she had grinned as she knocked him around at gunpoint and laughed as she snapped his arm over a table. These accusations were confirmed by several others that received the same treatment that same day.
The gang liked the results. Powerful as they were, several people regularly skipped out on payments, and often members would cut them slack and allow them to pay next month, or even forget entirely. Some never paid at all. But Anna set an example. She was only fifteen, and she was making progress and getting money for herself and for the gang. She was rewarded by being given a bit of rank, some slightly better equipment. However, second month rolled in, and another person attempted to skip again. His family later found him in his house, sliced to bits, entrails scattered around the room. What little money had been in the house was gone, and when the PDF arrived at the gruesome scene, nothing but a few testimonies of a strange, violent girl could link Anna to the murder.
The gang was worried, but never again did anyone try to get out of paying protection when she came knocking, even if it meant using all reserve money. However, this wasn't enough for her. She began to travel higher on the hive, and hit a few houses of people who weren't nameless vermin. She was caught, tried, and sentenced to serve in a penal legion for her crimes against humanity and the Emperor. Unlike most, she didn't seem at all perturbed at being sent to her eventual demise. Like most, she was given basic training, had her head shaved and received the Imperial Aquila tattooed on her left cheek.
Most Penals don't survive their first engagement. She was thrown at a group of Tzeentch worshipers, as well as a few thousand other convicts. She went in gun blazing, grin plastered on her face. As her allies were shot down by the magic of the demons and the psykers amongst the cultists, Anna went unscathed, and killed scores of daemons alone whilst being assaulted by all sorts of sorceries. When she returned, the enemy had a hundred less demons and twenty less psykers, while countless lesser cultists had fled, believing her to be immortal. The Regiment she was assigned to charged the base, with her at the lead, and slaughtered what was left of the forces inside.
Having survived, and having been the reason why so few of the Guard had died to the forces of Chaos, Anna's crimes were forgiven and she was made a permanent part of the 808 Forsberg Regiment. The newly named sergeant remained with the 808 for a few more years, leading many more suicide missions against the forces of Tzeentch, often coming out untouched other than some minor wounds. The Inquisition eventually pulled her out, and questioned her. Her time in the Guard had mellowed her out, and she was now a mouthy woman with no respect for the authority her interrogators held, and barely told them anything they wanted to hear. However, the testimonies of the men she served with, along with one Inquisitor seeing first hand her immunity to sorcery, they named her a blank.
Too old to be sent to the Assassinorum for training, the Inquisition kept her for their own uses and shoved her in the direction of the Ordo Malleus. Given some melee combat training and furthering her knowledge in firearms, she was once more thrust into battles against the servants of Chaos. She was quick to make waves, doing things that even Astartes couldn't without taking substantial losses. Mighty daemons fell, sorcerers rendered useless, warp plagues stifled by her very presence. Eldar suppressed by power, and rogue psykers executed with little effort. While none could deny that she was an unpleasant human being, she got everything done in a timely fashion, and wouldn't fail to disappoint.
Still, though, she fell in line with the Radicals of the Malleus. Often, she would aid in daemonic possessions, make deals with heretics to find much larger groups, and even would point enemy warbands in the direction of their enemies, free of charge, to eliminate her enemies for her. Whenever she was fielded, she'd take with her people that would seem heretical even to someone who knew nothing of the Emperor to serve as meat shields and extra guns. These went, for the most part, unnoticed by many, as when the body counts came in, they were among the numbers and none could scour her mind for information. However, this still got the attention of certain individuals, including the Inquisitor Xersus.
Position in Retinue: Anti-Psyker, Daemonslayer, and expert on Daemonic lore, anatomy, and abilities.
4/10
Decent picture, kinda depressing poem thing.
Decent picture, kinda depressing poem thing.
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