40K RPG Character Profiles

**Trygon** · 08-12-2009, 10:34 PM

Here is a repost of the Character Profiles from the thread in Comments and Suggestions...

PM me the profile of your character if you want me to add it to these lists.

Chaos Members

Name: Fulkoe Bloodscraw (Ossai, Chaos Leader)

Age: 300

Gender: Male

Faction: Chaosl

Race: Chaos Marine of the Word Bearers

Appearance: Red Armour. Completely Bald and has deep Green eyes.

Skills and abilities: Oratory Speeches. Crack shot with his bolter

Weapons: Bolter. Bolt pistol and Chainsword

Personality: A devout follower of the Word of Lorgar. Will take any insult to his Primarch personally and will usually repay it with violence.

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Name: Rider

Age: Somewhere around 200… He doesn’t really keep count.

Gender: Male

Faction: Chaos, Khorne

Rank: Berserker.

Appearance: Standing a mighty eight and a half feet tall in his blood red armour, Rider is a sight to behold. His skin is a pale white, a colour that has not seen nearly enough sun. His eyes sparkle a deep shade of green, surprisingly human like. His long, dirty blonde hair is tied up in dreadlocks, and his face and head is criss-crossed with scars.

Skills and abilities: Space Marine advantages and a really, REALLY bad temper.

Weapons: A pair of rather large and dangerous looking chain-axes

Personality: In battle, there is not much of a personality to this berserker. Point him in the right direction and he will kill most things that get in his way until either he or they stop moving. There are few who can control him in such a state, but even through the red fog he can recognise people and not kill them. Maybe only maim them. Off the battlefield however he is a completely different man. Though he does not remove his armour and always keeps his chain-axes strapped across his backpack, he is not your stereotypical berserker. He has people who he would almost call friends and has an incredibly dark sense of humour.

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Name: Lesarias Serange (Zorganist)

Age: 74

Gender: Female

Faction: Chaos

Race: Human, Heretical Administratum Curator

Appearance: Lesarias has seen better days. She is malnourished and bony, her skin clinging tightly around her bones. Lesarias possesses numerous bionic enhancements, most notably on her right eye and left forearm. Her skin is pale, and her hair dirty and long, hanging around her skull-like face.
Lesarias often wears tarnished Administratum robes, marked with symbols of Chaos, most notably those of Tzeentch.

Skills and abilities: Lesarias, owing to her age and lack of any formal training, is a terrible fighter. She does however possess great intelligence, warped as it is by the powers of Chaos. Her days in the Administratum have allowed her to learn to decipher a great many tongues and Lesarias shows great linguistic skills, able to read and speak in hundreds of languages.

Weapons: Lasarias does not often participate in battle, and her only weapons are an autopistol and rusted chainsaw. In some situations he has been known to use psychic powers in her defence, although she has no control over these latent abilities.

Personality: Lasarias is cold and calculating, she cares little for the lives of others and is more than willing to bend others to her will. Lesarias craves knowledge, and has been recently obsessed with learning of the Dark history of the Chaos Gods.

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Name: Nyphadorasya’Verteslaka’Maquantra’Zutradracu’Teraw aselen and so on… (Nypha for short) (Taz)

Age: Approx. 10,000, very young for her kind. She became secular some time around the 31st millennium.

Gender: Questionable, as with all of her kind, but always appears female.

Faction: Slaaneshi Chaos

Race: The only known daemon in existence who is travelling with a mortal voluntarily, without any mandatory bonds or oaths.

Appearance:
As a daemon, Nypha should be able to change her form at will, but her exploits in the material universe have forced her to use one form exclusively:

-Build: 5 foot, creamy skin tone, beautiful, sensualist skin, large breasts.
-Hair: Long Red/Pink Hair drooped over her naked body front and back, about a foot and a half long.
-Face: Magenta coloured eyes with black pupils, rosy red cheeks, and pink sensual lips. A single black tattoo diagonal to her left eye, at her hair line.
-Stomach: She was created with a black marking on her stomach that includes sharp and wavy lines around a centre point.
-Arms & Legs: Nypha has black wavy markings around her wrists and ankles.
-Other: She wears a very, very small piece of cloth over her groin area.

Skills and abilities:
Incredibly seductive. She can change her form/build at will, but it takes a lot out of her, and she is restricted to a humanoid shape after being in the material world so long without Ka’Hiran. Her average touch is deadly, as she can sharpen her fingers to a monofilament edge with a thought, and use them as claws, or she can transform one of her arms into a claw, axe, sword… just about any basic close combat weapon.

Weapons:
No weapons, although she does carry a small box with her at all times. This object is incredibly powerful. Inside is the blue soil and pink haze of the daemon world Amathesta, and with this box she gains stability in the material world. Her form would be all-powerful if she was with Ka’Hiran, but being so far from him reduces her powers.

Personality:
Nypha believes in the mother aspect of Slaanesh, as well as being generally seductive and pleasurable in all her pursuits. She loathes Khornate entities even more than other Slaaneshi warriors. Strangely enough, she also despises simple killings that occur for no apparent reasons (probably a side effect of her horrible early daemonhood experiences). She is a daemon of creation, rather than destruction, and as such will sooner enlighten the enemy into Slaanesh’s arms than destroy them with her wrath.

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Name: Herz Brennt (matdragon)

Age: 179

Gender: Male

Faction: Chaos

Race: Super Human

Appearance: Night Lord, Dark blue armour with Brass edges. The Night Lord signature 'Wings' on his Helm. Herz himself has jet black eyes and pale skin. He has no irises, with the visible part of his eyes consisting entirely of pupils. His skin, eyes, and even their senses of smell and hearing are all adapted for living in complete darkness.

Skills and abilities: Like all Night Lords, Herz Brennt is a specialist in Stealth, terror raids and Guerrilla hit-and-run assault tactics.

Weapons: Modified Plasma gun with short-ranged scope. Bolt pistol, Chainsword, Frag and Krak Grenades.

Personality: Herz is proud to be a Night Lord, and aspires to one day become a Champion of chaos. However he has always maintained himself as pure, even though the Chaos gods whisper in his ear, he refuses to let himself become overtaken by madness and mutations.

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Name : Skaiyelt "The Butcher" Karalliksen (Inquisitor Alex)
Race : Human (Thunyeri)
Gender : Male
Affiliation : Chaos (Khorne)
Rank : Aspiring Chaos Champion
Gear : Carapace armor (decorated with scalps and spikes), Master-crafted Bolt pistol, Chaos weapon (Blade of Anger), various grenades, medallion of Khorne. Also has a spaceship and some bloodthirsty follower at his disposal.
Powers: Mark of Khorne

Appearance :
Height : 6'6 ( point6)
Weight : 215 lbs
Eyes : one green (right), one blue (left)
Dress : Battered metal armor, black fatigues, heavy boots with steel toes and shinguards, spiked leather wristbands,belt and harness, heavy cloak with fur mantle, several skulls on chains hanging about him. And scalps.
Out of armor : Skaiyelt the butcher always wears his armor.
Personality : Cold and vicious, clever and calculating, but given to sudden outbursts of psychopathic rage and violence.

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Name: Ghuran Xha'krush (Lord Xha'krush)

Age: 10173 years old

Gender: Male

Faction: Chaos Space marine (Night lords)

Race: Chaos Raptor

Appearance: Neck length matt black hair, Blood red eyes, 7ft 5, weight, jet black skin.

Skills and abilities: Ambush and sneak attacks.

Weapons: Power armour, Power sword, plasma pistol/bolt pistol, Jump pack, frag/krak grenades

Personality: Prefers to kills enemies by decapitation. Dislikes wearing a helmet. Has a special hatred against enemy assassins.

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Name: Hendrix
Race: Chaos Space Marine
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Chaos, Iron Warriors
Rank: Champion (disgraced)
Age: Centuries beyond counting

Personality: A stead-fast warrior Hendrix has served well for many centuries since the defeat of the Horus Heresy. Though he has long lost faith in the cause, his loyalty to the legion still burns brightly within his soul. Once a man of few words and unwavering coolheaded self-control, a string of disgraceful defeats in recent centuries have taken their toll upon his spirit, and some say that the rage of Khorne has taken root in his heart, though there is no true evidence of this as of yet.

Appearance: 9ft tall, longish black hair (tied back), unusual pure black eyes and an odd-off grey skin color.

Skills & Abilities: A master of siege warfare, Hendrix has long since mastered every imaginable aspect of this style of war. He is as at home fighting in the trenches as he is in directing artillery barrages or any other task he may be confronted with. It is not until he is seen at the forefront of a Forlorn Hope assault, however, that is true forte becomes clear.

Equipment: Ancient artificer armor, grenades

Weapons: Ancient artificer combi-bolter (modified to hold extra ammo), Wall Breaker (a customized power fist gifted to Hendrix), Forlorn Warrior (customized double-sided chain-blade gifted to Hendrix)

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Name: Karaddon
Age: 1,182
Gender: Male

Faction: Chaos

Race: Space Marine

Appearance: The dark power of Chaos corrupt their willing servants, and Karaddon is no exception. With over a thousand years of exposure to the ruinous powers, his features no longer resemble the once gleaming example of humanity, but instead a heretical and wicked figure, who has abandoned all sense of humanity in the search for glory. His skin, once rich and full, is pitted and scarred, the skin like worn leather and deathly grey in colour. There is no longer any hair atop his head, only scars and exposed wires that run from behind his neck and into his scalp. His eyes are sunkern, yet remain eager and filled with a gaze of bloodlust. Each iris is a dark red that dances excitedly in its socket, always keen-eyed in their search for opportunities to shed blood and sow misery. Etched in scars over his left eye is the eight pointed star of Chaos, carved in fanatical devotion with his own blade and by his own hand. Behind cracked lips lie jagged and animal-like teeth, more suited to tearing flesh from bones, which conceal a long and pointed tongue. No other such 'gifts' have been granted by the dark Gods to Karaddon, and besides his deeply disturbing visage, his body is still in original form, albeit just as cursed and physically ruined as his soul.

His power armour is grey, and writhes with dark energy. The faces of those he has slaughtered bubble and cry in silent agony on its surface amidst the symbols of devotion to Chaos. His greaves each have 3 arrows of Chaos, stretching from the boot to the knee, and atop his right and left are a row of stubby spikes and a cast, daemonic face respectively. Attached to his belt are small, faded sacks made of patchwork skin, a tattered leather holster, reels of ammunition and a single skull hangs as a grisly trophy.

His shoulder pauldrons are identical, each with their edges having inward pointing Chaos arrows, and the faces of the damned meld and form on their otherwise featureless surface. His helmet is the only part of his armour which appears free from tormented souls, and has two curved horns at either ear-side. A single, Chaos arrow stretches from the back along the top, ending in a point above glowing red eyes, and the mask filter is formed from rows of long, vicious teeth.

Skills and abilities: Karaddon's skills are of the same kind shared between loyalists and traitors alike - they lie in the craft of death. He is a warrior of broad skills, ensuring that he knows enough about everything to maximise his potential for death and destruction. The cost of such dabbling in too many areas is a lack of expertise, and but rudimentary knowledge of anything other than with his most familiar of weapons - the boltgun and sword.

Weapons: Bolt pistol and his belt-fed bolter, which sports a duel-edged serrated blade beneath the barrel and spiked studs atop the frame. He wields a power sword of out-dated design, and his gauntlets are bladed - should he lose his weapons in combat, he will not be left defenseless.

Personality: Formerly a loyalist space marine as stalwart as any other, what happened beneath Bastonbeil changed Karaddon forever. None within the warband speak of the events that took place, but common traits are shared amongst them all. Karaddon feels betrayed by the Emperor, casting aside his oaths of loyalty when he saw his service in a new light - utter selflessness for an ungrateful universe and false Emperor. The anger burning within him is like a flare in the darkness; bright and hot. Karaddon is not interested in anything other than the slaughter of all of the Imperium's lapdogs, and in return he seeks the favour of the Gods. Quick tempered and impulsive, he is driven by his emotions rather than logic, and would not hesitate for a moment to charge at the enemy with his sword in hand and a curse on his lips.

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Name: Cado Letifa

Age: 463

Gender: Male

Faction: Chaos

Race: Chaos Chosen of Slaanesh, The Punishers Warband.

Appearance: Bone armour with black skeleton imagery on it. Buzz saw haircut ( Black ) with purple eyes.

Skills and abilities: Slaanesh has graced Cado with Daemonic Speed and Agility.

Weapons: Two Lightning Claws, Frag and Krak Grenades.

Personality: Like most followers of Slaanesh, Cado craves pleasure of all sorts, but finds the greatest pleasure to be in battle. Is a devout follower of Slaanesh and has an extreme distrust of Khornates and will not hesitate to strike them down without a moments thought.

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(Trygon's Chaos Character)
Daemon Weapon Name: Tartaruchus
Servant Name: Annabella Elizabeth Williams

Daemon Weapon Race: Daemon
Servant Race: Human

Daemon Weapon Gender: N/A
Servant Gender: Female

Daemon Weapon Affiliation: N/A
Servant Affiliation: Word Bearers

Daemon Weapon Age: N/A
Servant Age: 16

Gear: Annabella has sturdy walking shoes.

Daemon Weapon Appearance: Tartaruchus is currently imprisoned within a axe. It looks rather plain, almost resembling a wood cutter’s axe, except it has a distant human looking eye on both sides of the weapon, which watches over the wielder with their baleful gaze.
Servant Appearance: Caucasian, with black hair, brown eyes and a white dress. Was said to one day grow up into a beautiful lady of her household.

Skills and abilities: In battle Tartaruchus controls Annabella’s movements, using its millions of year’s worth of battle experience to strike down its foes. Strikes from this weapon are more devastating than even a power weapon, and it cleaves through most armour like paper. All that is expected of Annabella is to get Tartaruchus to its victims and hold on.

Daemon Weapon Personality: Tartaruchus is a monstrous daemon that was trapped within the prison of an axe. It has killed all of its previous wielders out of its will to become the master and will stop at nothing to find a host that will allow it to dominate them and give it absolute control. Tartaruchus’ motivation is solely freedom. No planning ahead, no contemplation. Just black and white; break free or die trying.
Servant Personality: Annabella is a timid character with a small mind. Having lived a sheltered life, contact with strangers and battle is alien to her. Whilst cowardly normally, she is very gullible and functions well when given orders to follow. Whilst a quiet character, she is generally positive and is convinced that things will work out for her in the end, no matter what.

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Imperial Members

Name: Ferran Yukoll (Arctophylax Faren, Imperial Leader)
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Faction: Imperium
Race: Imperial Guard (Lieutenant)

Appearance: Yukoll is of an unremarkable appearance, standing at 6ft tall with an average physique. His features are square set, and his face looks aged beyond his years from the brutality of life in the Guard. He has short, dull brown hair with dark eyes that stand testament to his experiences in the Guard. He wears basic fatigues and flak armour, and a soft peak hat in place of a helmet. In one ear is a standard commbead, and an old leather holster hangs at his belt.

Skills and abilities: A career Guardsman, Yukoll has no particularly distinguishing skills. His combat prowess is enough to have seen him survive his advancement from trooper to Lieutenant. His grasp of squad command is above average, and marks him out as a competent officer. Faith can be said to be his greatest skill, as his belief in the Emperor is unwarvering and his dedication to duty infallible.

Weapons: Standard Imperial laspistol and chainsword. He has a short combat knife attached the the breast of his combat webbing, a sharpened nine seventy slung behind him as a last resort.

Personality: An optimist by nature, Yukoll believes the Emperor will see him through to the end. Unafraid of death, he knows his time will come when he has fulfilled his purpose in the Emperor's scheme, and lives accordingly. He has the respect of his peers because of his hardiness and level head in the throng of battle, and he can be relied upon to carry out his orders under pressure. While not risk averse, he is cautious not to throw life away needlessly, including his own, and has often risked the wrath of his superiors by disobeying orders in favour of a more appropriate plan.

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Name: Brother Captain Electus Atrox (NPC Imperial Fist Leader)
Race: Super Human
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Imperial Fists 5th Company
Rank: Captain
Age: Many hundreds of years
Gear: Artificer Armour, Thunder Hammer, Master Crafted Bolter and frag/krak grenades.
Powers: Superior Training makes Karrack proficient in most forms of combat, and his knowledge of both defence and siege actions are unbeatable.

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Name: Neophyte Drakdylon (meaning "Scion of the Dragon") (Drakdylon)

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Species: Human (Space Marine)

Appearance: Drakdylon is tall and broad shouldered, and has piercing dark eyes and brown hair. He wears Scout Armor painted orange in the colors of his Chapter. He has fair skin. His right arm is augmetic from the shoulder down.

Skill and Abilities: Drakdylon is a crack shot, and has a good deal of knowledge with explosives of all kinds. Besides this, he has a Space Marine Scout's training in infiltration and close combat.

Weapons: Drakdylon carries a Bolter and has a custom Tronsvasse hyperparabellum autopistol as a side arm. He also has frag and krak grenades and a combat knife, along with the common field-kit of a Scout (Med-pack, wire cutters, auspex, minivox, flare gun). His right arm is a common military-grade bionic enhancement, giving him very slightly enhanced strength in that arm.

Personality: Drakdylon is somewhat of a rash person. Being a Scout, he has not been tempered by age and experience, and he is occasionally prone to saying or doing something without thinking first. However, he generally works well both solo and in groups.

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Name: Pvt Pillson (Brother Bobo)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Faction: Imperial

Race: Vandonian 31st Rifles, Imperial Guard Regiment

Appearance: Green eyes/ Black Hair, 5'10 12 stone

Skills and abilities: Fastest Runner in the Regiment, Trained in the use of Explosives

Weapons: Lasgun, Frag/Krak Grenades,Melta Charges, Flak Armour, Imperial Infantrymans Uplifting Primer, Combat Knife and faith in the God Emperor

Personality: Very Egotistical

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Name: Arla (Ziggy Tempest)

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Faction: Covert Imperial Agent

Race: Acolyte of the Holy Ordo Malleus, designated marksmen and serving underneath Inquisitor Alexus.

Appearance: Long Brown Hair, dark brown eyes. Around 6' tall and with a deep scar running diagonally across his right cheek. His build is somewhat gaunt.

Skills and abilities: Aria is an adept marksmen and skilled at combating chaos. He has an aptitude for covert work and excellent perceptive skills. He is also able to survive alone in the wilderness.

Weapons: Scoped Hunting Rifle, Mark III Exodus Pattern Laspistol, Combat Knife.

Personality: Aria has a morbid sense of humour and trusts no-one. A personal belief of his is that truth is subjective, a belief which seems entirely relevant to his current mission. He has the utmost devotion to the Emperor.

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Name: Steve Lister (warpvortex)
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Faction: Imperial
Race: Strong willed/minded Guardsmen

Appearance
Hair: Dark Brown
Eyes: Dark Blue
Height: 5’6
Weight: 9 stone
Clothes: General guard gear but with black shades and a cigar.
He also as a few scars around his face from battle.

Skills and abilities: Good accuracy with firing heavy weapons. Quite fast at reloading heavy bolter. Good awareness/perception. Also if able, can he be Relentless or some kind of ability to let him still able to fire a heavy bolter whist moving?
Weapons: Heavy bolter
Personality: Hot headed, Strong willed/minded, smart, sarcastic and trigger-happy.

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Name: Junior Commissar Vycktor Stell (KaKlick)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Species: Human - Imperial Guard

Appearance: Vycktor Stell stands at 6'4 and weighs 190 lbs. He has a somewhat angular face and a fairly muscular build. He has fair, pale skin and jet, black hair which often gives him a stern, baleful appearance.

Skill and Abilities: Stell is brand new to the Commissariat and has yet to be given an assignment to carry out. His scores in combat oriented subjects such as melee and marksmanship were outstanding while his other subjects lacked horribly, especially his understanding of Imperial and Religious studies. As such, he holds martial abilities in higher regard than diplomacy and religion and acts on events as such. Vycktor tries to live up to his role in the Imperium and will often stand and fight to honor the expectations laid upon him when it would be saner, and not to mention safer, to fall back and regroup.

Weapons: Autopistol, chainsword, frag and krak grenades, flak vest, Commissar uniform, combat knife.

Personality: Vycktor is rather easy-going and understanding but, like his appearance, is also stern and can be unforgiving. He abhors cowards, seeing them as no better than traitors and heretics, and will not hesitate to shoot them if needed. His sense of duty often overrides all else and he has been known to ignore orders in order to take what he believes is the 'proper' course of action. Despite this, he is often liked by the more veteran troopers he fights alongside with, as he shares a strange comraderie with them in the belief of 'finishing the job'. This causes rifts among new comers and fresh recruits because the feel left out of 'the loop' when the unit enters combat.

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Name: Sister Jeanne Selaphiel (Trygon)

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Affiliation: Order of the Blood Rose, Sisters of Battle

Rank: Sister Superior

Age: 45, though one would not notice that she is nearing her fifties, as various treatments ensure she still remains near her physical prime.

Gear: Master Crafted Power Sword, Inferno Pistol, Frag/Krak grenades. She also wears a suit of Mk II Angel Pattern Power Armour. Appearance wise it looks like a mix of normal Angel Pattern Power Armour and Astartes Power Armour, preserving the Adepta Sororitas iconography, whilst introducing superior protection. The armour doesn’t reveal much of the gender of the wearer, so anyone who does not know Adepta Sororitas iconography would not know that Sister Selaphiel is a woman, until her helmet is take off of course. She also has robes in the usual Sister of Battle uniform style, with a cloak too. Both share the same colour scheme, the outside being black and the inside being white.

Appearance: Standing 6’3” and with a body that one could compare to that of a Death World resistant, Sister Selaphiel is a formidable woman to behold. Covered in various old scars, it is also evident that she has put this strength to use in her time. She has pale, freckled skin, scruffy, slightly curly ginger hair, with green eyes.

Skills and abilities: Selaphiel is a skilled fighter in close combat. She is brutally efficient, and is not afraid to use armoured fist and ceremite sole to crush the enemy. In combat she is truly a monstrous opponent.

Personality: Selaphiel is an aggressive woman and is often actually very direct and blunt about how she goes about everything in life. If she thinks something, she will say it, if she wants something, she will take it. Though she is not a mindless berserker and will retreat when the time calls for it, and sees sacrificing herself for any unwinnable battles to be a waste. She has a well tuned tactical mind, and is often criticized by others for breaking religious routine on the battle field for a tactical advantage, not that the sisters she usually serves with care, for they were the one that encouraged her behaviour. Sometimes a quick prayer is all one has time to when there are heretics to be slaughtered.
She does though, have a various flaws in her personality. She can be a bit too bold, and can be difficult for some Commanders to control. She also does not play by the rules, and fights by her own ‘warrior law’, refusing to take orders from anyone without soldiers under their command, or at least some time on the battle field. For this reason she also often finds it hard to communicate with non-military personnel, which also means that it is hard for her to fit into civilian environments. Her world is a world of war, and if one is not a part of this world with her, she hardly recognises their existence.

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Name: Deimos D'Ares

Race: Space Marine

Gender: Male

Rank: Sword Brethren member of last company of the Templars of Hate since 118.40M.

Allowed equipment from the chapters armoury: One power sword, one combat shield, one bolt pistol, three extra bolt magazines, three frag grenades, 3 krak grenades, Power Armour Crusader Special Issue .

Mental review of space marine Deimos D'Ares by Apothecary Maximillian Praetor:
- Not easely sucetible to corruption, his mind is stronger than its body, he learned how to absorb the most deepest secret in the mind of his enemies by simply tasting its blood, his controll over its implant is complete, allowing him to control some of the most severe wounds and ignore any lesser with no penalties to his performance.

Comportamental review of space marine Deimos D'Ares by Chaplain Sorento Maior:
- A joyfull personality and with an unbreackeable will, never his emotions takes precedence no matter the odds, never pride, never jealous, his great control over his humour is only matched by his confidence in battle.

I, the keeper of the relics of the chapter, [Heitor III], send Deimos D'Ares and his squad, Dulake, Sorvos, Vostroiran and Vladimir, to the sitiated planet of Vunificas Secondus for investigating the surging events that leads be to believe that some relic of the chapter are lost in that planet, throwed by the inumerous warp breachs that do exists there.

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Nickname: Larry the Ogryn
Race: Abhuman, Ogryn
Gender: Male
Rank: Bone 'ead
Age: Unknown
Gear: Ripper gun without ammo, flak jacket, gas mask, satchel full of low-quality rations

Appearance:
Height: 8ft 10"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: none

Larry appears to be somewhat young for an Ogryn, though the countless scars and weathered skin attest to several seasons spent on the battlefield. Little is known about this particular individual, though the insignia pin attached to his flak jacket's lapel suggests he is at least slightly smarter than other Ogryns. He carries with him a ripper gun that is battered and abused, no doubt from braining hapless enemies on the battlefield.

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Name: Sinclair Dresdin
Race: Imperial Guard (Human)
Gender: Male
Side: Imperial Guard
Rank: Trooper
Age: 27
Accessories: Standard issued gear; Flak armor, frag grenades, lasgun, etc.

Personality: Since being recruited, his clandestine nature was scrutinized for its conspicuous notices. The squad he was assigned to, having nearly all been eradicated in a earlier Campaign, kept careful watch of him, and his actions. His quiet and rather secretive nature drew attention. And, to help appease their suspicion, they had eyes keeping watch on him at all times. Regardless of this all, he follows orders without question, and seems to have an unwavering loyalty to The Emperor. After keeping note of the observers, he realized they indeed did have an eye on him. To be honest, it was very amusing. He doesn’t like to talk, or so one that meets him has the impression of. Still….one has to have the circumspect. It is a possibility of an newborn Heretic…

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Name: Leo Aurelion
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Faction: Imperial
Race: Vindicare Temple Acolyte

Appearance
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Bright Blue
Height: 5’ 9"
Weight: 150 lbs.
Clothes: Leo wears a suit of Carapace Armour that used to be his father's when he was a Cadian Storm Trooper. He has painstakingly repainted the armour a deep purple with green, stylized lightning. He will not receive a Vindicare Assassin Stealth Suit until he is promoted through the ranks of the Temple.

Skills and abilities: Leo is a budding sniper, first noticed on the firing ranges of the Imperial Guard for his near perfect pistol skills, along with a very good accuracy with rifles. His father had him trained in martial arts at an early age. His Vindicare Assassin training has made him absolutely deadly within pistol range, while he is working on his sniping skills.
Weapons: Sniper Rifle with a limited supply of Shieldbreaker Rounds (you know, for dealing with those pesky psykers :D) and and Exitus Pistol.

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Given Name: Mezentius Saro
Race: Human, Edit: 12th Illian Rifles
Gender: Male
Rank: Sergeant
Age: 42
Gear: lasgun with five spare clips, flak armour, gas mask, auto pistol with two spare mags, a looted power sword, a combat knife, as well as rations to last for three days

Appearance
Height: 5' 4''
Weight: 134 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Short Mahogany coloured

Grizzled and haggard after years in the regiments, Saro has learned that real soldiers do not survive by being brave or valorous, but through dirty-fighting and survival instincts. Some would call it cowardice, but most of those are either dead, superhuman or have never seen combat. Small but not squat, Saro is considered quite a shot, although no sharpshooter. He is well versed in close combat, especially the knee and tooth kind. Won't run from a fight, as long as there's a commissar or officer looking anyway.

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Name: Alexander Van Zandt
Age: 35
Race: Human (Terran)
Gender: Male
H: 6’ 0
W: 170 lbs
Eyes: Hazel
Hair: Dark Brown, Starting to Grey

Affiliation: Head of the Department of Astro-Paleontological Studies department within the Adeptus Terra. This is a small division of the Astro-Geological department within the Historical Revision Unit. The department is an organization deals with the always changing universe and how indigenous races evolve over time and how planets internal processes work. This department has found multiple fossil evidence of the races that have proceeded currently know Imperium history.

Rank: Historitor of Astro-Geological Studies. Also does lectures for students trying to become members of imperial society and teaches geological studies classes to prospective students at the many academies around.

Gear: A field pack loaded with traveling gear. Travel passes within known universe where there is not much conflict. A portable data base of known planets containing the notes he has made through his career. A standard issue Guardsman body armor and desert fatigues. A Fossil tooth from one of the ancient predators that once roamed the Death World, Catachan.

Weapons: A Power Maul This weapon is specifically designed for close quarters combat when a firearm is not available. A modified Revolver style antique Imperium Shotgun is his weapon for long range weaponry.

Skills: Master level of Geological Sciences and Archeological Studies. Also knows basic languages of most of the known races. Alexander went through basic Guardsman training during his younger days.

Personality: Alexander is usually aloof and un-motivated and sometimes criticized by his peers due to this trait. However once on assignment Alexander tends to become so serious to the point of having an obsession with his subject. However due to having a minor background within the military. Alexander does not like to fight unless his survival depends on it.

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Name: Mikolev Pinoic
Officio Assasinorum codename: Act Four
Temple: Vindicare
Age: 45

Hair: Black
Eyes: varies
Height: 5’10’’
Weight: 185 lbs.
Bionics: life like eyes that switch color depending on the viewing mood, red for inferred, green for night vision, purple for ultraviolet, brown for visual spectrum (normal), and light blue for tactical (tactical is pretty much visual spectrum except it overlays tactical information in view) the iris also shrink and widen at will for zoom capabilities.
Data-plates in brain store information more reliably that memory

Appearance: black hair is cut short to his scalp and he has a near continues grin on his face despite his lifestyle. White skin is very pale, as though he very rarely takes of his suit and only his face and neck have any kind of tan.
Always kitted out in A lightly armored stealth suit and mask, the only unofficial add-ons is a copy of the Lectitio Divinitaus, with a silver Aquila symbol on a chain wrapped around it, hanging from his belt and the fact that every piece of kit he has, down the last bullet and power cell, has been etched with religious text meant to protect the user from chaos, sin, and corruption.

Weapons: Exitus sniper rifle and Exitus pistol, a mono-edged war knife. Combat pack holding various ammo types, field rations, rope and grappling hook, and tube charges

Personality: extremely religious, friendly to all he considers allies

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Name: Emobe Daywalker
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Faction: Imperial
Race: Imperial Guard

Appearance
Hair: Black
Eyes: Mysteriously red
Height: 6’ 2"
Weight: 185 lbs.
Clothes: Cadian kasrkin armor w/ red shoulders

Skills and abilities: Combat medicae (like a medic), Crack shot (Accurate long distance sniper shot), Thrown weapon (knives).
Weapons: Long Laz, Hotshot lazgun, Hotshot laz pistol, Combat knife, frag/krak grenades.
Personality: Compassionate and protective, his squad mates are like family he lost years ago.

Emobe is a veteran of the tranch war and has quite the hate for mutants, ever since he took out the pilot of an ork copta from about 150m away his old sergeant has regarded him as a "Crack shot" and that skill shown in a medic is quite valuable. His squad was wiped out in a mutant ambush, Emobe was the only survivor. Emobe was roughly two days away from the base, after roughly a day and a half of drudging though mud he was attacked by a small group of mutants. Using roughly two charge packs, he mowed down the oncoming mutants. however, he didnt notice the one approaching him from behind. Emobe spun arround and hosed the mutant, but it was too late. He was brutaly wounded by the mutant. Knowing that his only chance was to trust in the emperor and fire a flare into the air as a beacon, he spent the only flare he had, risking an attack from more mutants. close by, an inquisitor patrol was heading in the direction of the gunfire to see what was amiss. little did they know that a lone kasirkin held off a group of mutants that were enroute to attack the base. the squad's medic patched him up and they took him back to base. When they returned to base he was taken to the medical tent and stayed there for a week, after his recovery he was transferred to an Ordo via an Inquisitor’s influence. Since then he has been hunting mutants under the command of the Ordo Hereticus.

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Name: Fuar ( He refuses to offer his true name, offering only his nickname )

Age: Late thirties.

Rank: Trooper in the Subponian 34th ‘Ice Devils’

Race: Imperial Guardsman

Appearance: Five foot, eleven inches tall and thin. Light brown ‘Five O’ Clock Shadow’ stubble and eye-level length hair. Grey eyes. Dark grey Flak armour, with a white shoulder pad ( Symbolizing the 42nd ). He wears cold weather furs over the armour, regardless of conditions, and they are a pale grey. Has a silver symbol of Saint Lorcan tied around the barrel of his Devilgun.

Skills and abilities: As with all Ice Devils, Marksmanship, Infiltration and a natural ability to survive hostile terrain.

Gear: Devilgun, pair of Ice Picks which he uses as weapons, Laspistol, Flak Armour and Climbing Kit.

Personality: A loner. To people he doesn’t know, he is extremely cold and harsh, however to those he does know, he still is, just a little less. He finds it hard to adapt to anything but the tactics his Regiment uses; Shadowy infiltration and long range firefights. He also finds it extremely hard to co-operate with people he doesn’t know, unless they are his Commanding Officers. He knows better than that.