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The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

She realizes the real workings of the Galaxy... She and her sisters burn.. Everything

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

I am resisting the urge to write a post where i catch him on fire.

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

*cracks knuckles happy with her post *

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

The wait had been long, and rather unusual for Sister Helana not used to being so enclosed without the presence of her sisters. The days of interrogation were the easiest for her having full faith in herself. Once in the hab block Sister Helana spent much time in prayer, and looking at her damaged power armor that was completely unusable after a training incident. She had been reduced to a simple carapace armor and it unnerved her to be without what she had earned. Though she knew that her true armor was her faith and that the Emperor Protects. Reading the dataslate over and over as she would then read the briefing over and over as well.

Upon arriving at the Elevator she stepped up among her new associates, the inquisitor’s retinue seemed rather ragtag to her, but she knew that was not her place to speak upon. She took each of them in looking over each of them in turn. She immediately stopped and stared at Rodrick both eyebrows raising before continuing on to inspect the rest. A grizzled Vostroyan, that was interesting one she usually felt disdain for guardsmen but usually Vostroyans were intelligent and spoke well for their status. She changed her mind about him as soon as he opened his mouth. She looked to the next, a psyker. narrowed her eyes slightly before looking onwards and waiting. When the arbitrator spoke up she gave a slight sneer and spoke aloud. “You speak as a child without respect Arbitrator. While I know that you and yours are the shield that protects the innocent on each planet, you and yours are also the most corrupt easily swayed by Gelt and Power. A more pathetic lot have I never seen. Nor have I seen so many purged.”

As the Elevator reached it’s destination she would step off and into the Gray dimly lit hallway. She moved in a slow, yet ready way. She slowly drew the hand flamer she had with her the end sparking to life with a small flicker of fire that was used to ignite the promethium inside the weapon should it be fired. She scanned the area ahead and looked to the others for a moment not finding comfort among those she knew so little of. Her teeth grit beneath her lips as she made sure to stay closest to the Missionary out of everyone finding that another with such strong faith as hers was an ally without debate. She spoke soft and low it would be loud enough for the rest to hear, but it wouldn’t travel much farther than that. “Love the Emperor, for he is the salvation of mankind, Obey his words, for he shall lead you into the light of the future.” The hymn had always given her a feeling of strength she could feel her faith almost coursing through her veins.

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Speak
Inspect other Acolytes
Ready Hand Flamer
Recite Hymns
Intimidate Arbitrator

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

You guys couldn't haven't waited a little bit longer? : /

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

General:
Name: Helana Arabane
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Appearance: TO BE PROVIDED

Origin
Homeworld: Shrine World Vastone
Homeworld Superstition:Shrine World Mores: Drink to the Dead: The first sip of any liquid should be spit unto the floor, as an offering to those who fell that the Imperium would survive.

Homeworld Memento: Bag of Blessed Dirt, perhaps this brings you luck? Is it really blessed, do you even know or is that what you've been told?

Class: Adepta Sororitas

Background: Helana Arabane was born an orphan, her father already a dead man recently buried with full honors from his time in the Imperial Guard and her mother, an Imperial Guard medic, died in birthing their child. Without any other family or willing families to adopt her, she was sent to a Schola Progenium on her home Shrine World of Vastone. From there she spent most of her life within their walls, being drilled in various military and religious aspects of the Imperium of Man. From weapons training to religious creed and prayer she was heavily groomed for service with the Sisters of Battle, Adeptus Sororitas. She had yet to be chosen for a specific Order within the overall Adeptus Sororitas, but had completed the basic training a Sister of Battle was given, when her file was promptly flagged for Inquisitorial duty. Without explanation why, she was instead redirected to serve the Inquisition, being given a basic set of gear as the normal battle regalia reserved for a Sister of Battle was damaged and unavailable in the time frame she had to leave in.

Stats:
Experience: 0/100
Level/Rank: 1

Wounds: 11
Armour: 9

Corruption Points:
Insanity Points:

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 36

Ballistic Skill: 31

Strength: 35

Toughness: 33

Agility: 26

Intelligence: 25

Perception: 20

Willpower: 46

Fellowship: 42

Influence: 33

Divination: “Be a boon to your brothers and bane to your enemies.” Increase Fellowship by +3.

Class Bonus: Shield Of Faith: An Adepta Soroitias when attacked resulting in a loss of wounds, rolls a d10, on a 1 the sister takes no damage.

Homeworld Bonus: Faith in the Creed: Once per three posts, a shrine world character re-rolls a fail. Taking the higher of the two rolls.

Talents:
- Weapon Training (Low-tech, Flame) (+15 to Ballistic Skill or Weapon Skill when using a weapon of a certain type)
- Awareness (+15 to Perception checks when searching for hidden things, and passive perception.)
- Commanding (+10 to Fellowship or Influence tests when trying to command a person to perform a task or command)
- Common Lore (Imperial Creed and Adepta Sororitas) (+10 to Intelligence checks when recalling lore on the Imperial Creed and the Adepta Sororitas)
- Zealous (+15 to Willpower checks when resisting the affects of the Warp and physic attacks)
- Linguistics (High Gothic)

Equipment:
Sword: 1d10 Rending; Pen 0; Primitive, Balanced
Hand flamer: 10m; S/ -/-; 1d10 + 4 Energy; Pen 2; Flame, Spray
Carapace Breastplate: 6 Armour
Writing kit and 4 candles
Chaplet Ecclesiasticus (a devotional icon amulet)
Backpack 30 Thrones
Gas Mask 50 Thrones
2 Ration Packs 10 Thrones
3 Frag Grenades 30 Thrones
Sliver of Silver in a Plasteel Disc

Thrones: 4

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

@Lone Wanderer I just want to say that every class should get one melee and one fire arm. Even if they are a melee heavy class they should still probably get a minor firearm. Otherwise in a few situations they could be useless. Say they get into a gun battle that is at a bit of distance with obstacles between the two parties. Melee are just kind of sitting and spinning. Tiny corridor during a ambush from melee heavy enemies. Ranged fighters would be horribly useless if they don't have some kind of melee weapon defense just food for thought. In the Rulebooks just about every class gives one of each.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

*bides her time waiting for Skyrte's cue to act a fool*

The Edge of Damnation [A Warhammer 40k/Dark Heresy RP]

Room for a sororitas?

Avenging Honor: A Story of Bushido

I will go ahead and throw myself in as well