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As deathbringer said mate, we are always looking for new talented blood in the RP sections. Toss up a character and throw your name into the hat so to speak. I look forward to reading what you come up with. So far we have some big bruttish guys and I agree that every 'prison' has that small, skulky guy. Go for it!

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just as a quick note, delighted to see the interest is building, absolutely fantastic

Amazing quality of sheets thus far, really have knocked me for six from my quicks skims, makes it look like i will have an easy time with my critiques

Really happy to see this any more sheets get them up as soon as you can

edit: scratch that, plans have fallen through so i will indeed be looking at sheets and pm's tonight

kudos to lillian thorne for the awesome sig

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Name: Vladimir Alanski

Age: 25

Appearance: Short, skinny runt of a man, Vlad stands at an unremarkable 5ft4 (1.6M) His pinched faced would be somewhat handsome if it wasnt constantly torn in a sneer. His shoulder length greasy black hair covers a small forehead under which peer a pair of beady little grey eyes. Many mistake his size for weakness, but most have learned to steer clear of the short angry man who fights like an enraged grox, and has the strength to back it up. Lir many Vostroyans he has facial hair, but only on his chin in the form of a short sharp goatee. The rest of his face he keeps shaved.

Quirk: If he even thinks anyone is judging him for his size, Vladimir will snap and violence usually follows.

Background: Life on Vostroya was rough even by their standards for Vlad. Having a rather normal upbringing, he was tormented by bullies from a young age, and hates them all even to this day. Being firstborn he was to be inducted into the Vostroyan fighting 8th, and this event is something that he will forever hate his parents for. Life in the guard was hell for Vladimir, all of the others constantly making fun of him for his size and pushing him around. Many beatings followed, and vlad was not always on the giving end of them. The only saving grace for Vlad was his accuracy with a long-las. On routine patrol after a severely nasty battle with some orks ( having been on the same planet fighting the same orks for 3 years) he discovered a looting gretchin roughly 1000 yards from his position. Sighting in with his sniper rifle, he aimed for the head and fired. One thing he did not account for was the drop, as he was stuck with the autocannon variant of his beloved long las, so the round fell and effectively castrated the gretchin. The men were ecstatic, and Vladimir neglected to tell them that he was trying to kill the thing, not its love life and played the part. After discovering that he could take the reproductive organ off a gretchin at 1000 yards ( a fact still talked about in the fighting 8th) many of the men started treating him better, knowing that their lives cold depend on him covering them. Vlad didn't care, and that was when he decided it was time to get out of the Guard.

Reason for Induction: The battlegroup his unit was attached to dropped from the warp, stopping at the Saben system to resupply before moving to the next battlefield, when Vladimir made his move. Slipping out of the barracks, he crept through the ship, the halls all but empty due to it being the night cycle. Arriving in the shuttle bay, he realized his problem. He had no idea how to fly a shuttle. Improvising, he snuck into the back of a lifter and put his blade to the pilots throat. Little did Vlad know the pilot was a former cage fighter on a hive world, and he was in for a fight. Crashing back from the elbow that smashed into his face, he drew his laspistol and shot the pilot through the head.

Running from the ship, Vlad fled back to the barracks hoping to bide his time and find another way out. Unfortunately for him several navy ratings saw him fleeing the scene, and were easily able to identify him due to his size. The investigation that followed was cut and dry, and Vlad was convicted of murder, treason, and cowardice. He was sentenced to summary execution, until one of the higher ups deemed his skill with a long las could be of service to the Emperor and the penal planet Saben was close enough by to warrant a stop. Little did the commisarriat know, this was not the first time he had killed one of his fellow guardsmen. Several of the men who tormented him met unfortunate ends on the battlefield as Vlads vengeful nature got the best of him. Needless to say he was never caught until now, had the commisars known his true nature his brains would of decorated a wall.

Reaction to induction: Vlad refuses to believe that he is going to spend the rest of his life fighting, and plans on escaping the first chance he gets. He does not regret what he did, as the pilot he killed would have lived had he simply flown the damn shuttle.

Specialist skill: Accuracy. Vlad is an artist with a rifle, able to take down targets at the most extreme distances. Aside from that, he is a very competent brewer of alcohol, always finding a way to make some form of his native Rahzvod on the battlefield.

Relic from past life: On vostroya, the first born are told to go out and mate the night before they ship out, giving their seed back to their home to make more sons before they leave. The woman vlad lay with gave him a picture of herself before he deployed, and he still holds onto it, the reason being that she is the only person he truly believes loved him.

Relationship to other characters: Vlad is open to friendships as long as they share the same goal of escape. He has no care for the Emperors forgiveness, and does not keep the company of those that do either.

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Name: Julian Rhodes

Age: 37

Appearance: Julian is short and stocky. He stands at just over 5’9 and his build is big, his wide girth is down to his lack of physical exertion compared to the soldiers serving beside him. His shocking mass of black hair frames his smiling face and sparkling blue eyes that, while looking friendly, have a strange look that suggests they have seen more than their fair share of death and despair. His jaw is square with rough stubble growing on it. His nose is solid and upon it rests a pair of glasses, their lenses cracked and the arms bent.

Julian can never be found without his simple apron, constantly stained with blood, rarely his own. He carries a small pack with him that carries all that the Legion will provide him to treat the wounded.

Quirk: Julian is more than a little crazy. Soldiers reckon that his years of being around death have ‘loosened his screws’. At times he has been known to completely zone out and just sit, staring into space, thinking of things no-one else knows. But most of the time he just seems overly friendly, occasionally talking to himself but who doesn't right? However those who are around him for a long time may begin to realize he has seemingly two personalities.

Background: Julian was born on a backwater world that no-one cared about. He lived out a dull existence. His parents expected little so he gave little for them to be proud of. His life looked like it was going in the direction of all the others, in a downward spiral.

However Julian’s moment came when he stumbled upon the doctor that treated the populace of the village. The doctor had fallen badly and his leg was broken. The doctor called out to the young Julian and warily he came over.

The doctor instructed Julian carefully what to do and, upon seeing the boy’s work, invited him to become a apprentice of his. Not seeing anything else to do with his life Julian walked out on his parents and became the doctor’s apprentice. He learnt all he could from the doctor and the doctor taught all he knew, amazed by the boy’s seemingly endless thirst for knowledge.

But Julian was not destined to become a simple doctor. For war descended upon his world. Vast hordes of the enemy swept across the plains before any resistance could be raised. Soon there were only tiny pockets of resistance, small villages that were guarded by the men of the land, armed with ancient lasguns and rusting tanks.

Julian’s aged master was called into service, to be the village’s medic, on the front line. Julian refused to watch his master die a needless death from enemy fire and so, after drugging his master into a deep sleep, gathered his master’s equipment and set out for the front line.

There he saw blood, gore, death, despair and everything bad about the human race. He bandaged gaping wounds under heavy shell fire; he administered painkillers while the enemy was only metres away. Somehow the young boy survived. And somehow so too did the village.

Julian returned to his master’s house to find that nothing remained. At some point during the fierce fighting a shell had levelled the simple house to the ground, leaving nothing but rubble. Tears filling his eyes the young Julian ran into the rubble. Falling to his knees amongst the rock he lowered his head, only to feel the cool barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. A rasping voice demanded him to raise put his hands on his head. Julian was slowly rising when the barrel was gone. Hearing a thud behind him Julian turned to see a tall man, dressed in the uniform of the enemy, lying face down in the dirt, a gun in his hand. Blood was flowing freely from the clean wound in the man’s back. Julian searched for his saviour but could find no-one.

Angels of Death fell from the heavens and wiped the planet clean of the enemy. And then, as quickly as they had arrived, they were gone, leaving the crippled population of the planet to rebuild their planet and salvage what was left of their old lives.

For a few years Julian stayed on the planet, helping to rebuild as much as he could. But soon the sheer boredom set in. Julian missed the adrenaline. He missed knowing that you could be struck down at any moment. He missed war. And so the next day, with the knowledge that a ship was passing nearby, carrying a Penal Legion, Julian walked up behind the mayor of the village, pulled a scalpel from his pocket and drove it into the man’s shoulders.

Julian knew the man would live but from the amount of blood you would think the man had died twice over. Julian was seized and carried away. But before he could be dragged to prison he stopped the guards and returned to the man, guns following his every move. Julian bent over and squeezed the wound. Almost immediately the bleeding ceased. Julian, content his vows were upheld, then turned and requested he was made a member of the Penal Legion.

Ever since that day Julian has served as a medic for his Penal Legion. He has fought on worlds he could never have imagined and saved soldiers whose names will go down in legend. But above all he has got the thrill back. The near-death experiences that fuel his life.

Finding himself enveloped into the 21st he travelled with them when they and the Guard Regiment they were attached to were sent to help shore up defences of a backwater world of Yetrick near Saben. The Dark Eldar had begun to raid this world after large ore deposits were discovered just below the planet’s surface. This was Julian’s first taste for action, real brutal action. Without the medical supplies he had had during the battle upon his homeworld he made do with nothing but an old knife and a laspistol. He fused bone and sealed flesh, all while the Dark Eldar fought around him.

His second campaign, took place a world that he can no longer remember the name of, but it was against a rebel human faction that was intent on overthrowing the imperial government. During this war Julian was lost and presumed dead after disappearing as part of a rearguard action. He was found three days later, whispering to himself and rocking backwards and forwards the doctors feared him crazy. And perhaps they were right, but Julian would not show it. It was only a few hours after him begin found that he returned to his role as medic. What was left of the 21st Penal Legion was folded into the newly forming 23rd.

One relic from a past life: Julian always carries an empty photo frame. He holds it with him in the hope that one day, the man that saved his life will appear to him and he can place that man’s face in the frame.

Reason for induction into the penal legion: Julian was at a dead end. He saw no option but to end his life. Unfortunately for him, when he swore to save the Emperor’s citizens he also swore to never take a life, even his own. So he joined the Penal Legion, so that someone else can do it for him.

Reaction to induction: Julian strives to see the universe before his life draws to a close. He works through his daily existence like each day could be his last because, it could.

Specialist skill: Somewhat renowned on his home planet for his skills with the scalpel Julian is a fine medic and has taken up that role in the Penal Legion.

Relationships with other characters: Any takers?

Wargear: A large knife, Bandages, a pair of long-range magnoculars (mostly used for spotting injured troopers), an old service-issue laspistol



The Silent Lions Chapter

Winter Falls

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Set a man on fire and he will be warm for the rest of his life.

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Nice... I'm envisioning some pretty good dialogue with these characters. A surly sniper, an insane medic, and a pyro tank driver.

Deathbringer, do you think you can list these characters on page 1 for reference? I'm getting twisted up already and we only have like 7 RPers. Also, do you foresee vehicles coming up in this RP at all? I notice both me and DasOmen have listed our characters as vehicle operators. If we're getting in a Chimera at some point I can always make my character a gunner instead, deferring to DasOmen's post count. If vehicles aren't coming up though, I'd rather find some other applicable skill to list.

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Name: Mitijia Melansek

Age: 26

Appearance: Mitijia only stands at 5'5" with a lean 90 pounds on him. His face has something inside that draws you to him, neither ugly from fighting nor malformed, neither is he handsome but eyes are still drawn when he stops his constant moving for a few seconds before starting again his hair a cropped black with soft brown eyes that hold an inner laughter in them at all times even when being physically assaulted by other Legionnaires.

Quirk: Mitijia is constantly moving seemingly unable to sit still for any length of time at the very least twitching his fingers at attention and moving his legs when sitting.

Background: Mitijia grew up on the Agri world of Parnak with his family. Living there he was he was taught by his father how to grow crops in nearly depleted land and coax life out of nothing. Reaching the age of enlistment and being unable to just serve on the farm watching his own children live in such misery as most of their income went on keeping the house and a roof over their heads he ran away and joined the PDF where he learned the basics of combat and discipline. Even there he seemed to attract the wrong sort of people as he always seemed to have something to barter or trade with as he kept everything he could.

Making himself known as someone who could get you what you want for a price Mitijia used his appearance to "collect" things from his squad mates and superior's that had value as trade items. When the PDF mobilized to fight the uprising's Mitijia was discovered with several bottles of Amasec that had disappeared from the Commissar’s quarters, a box of cigars from the Commandant's office and various uniforms that had allowed Mitijia access to those places among other areas he wasn't supposed to be as others in the squad distracted the guards or otherwise looked the other way. After being accused of theft Mitijia expected to be executed but was instead sat in a cell while the Commissar reviewed his case.

While under review the Commissar was sent a message by the Saben 21st who itself was on its way to replenish loses. Quickly seizing the initiative the Commissar transferred all the criminals under his authority to the 21st including Mitijia. Quickly putting his talents to use after being savagely beaten for moving around so much Mitijia slowly recognized how to deal with those who were his new comrades. Procuring some equipment for protection they had instead beaten him and took most of what he had gathered for themselves. After they had met up with the rest of the Legion he was shocked at the wounds some still sported and the anger in some of the eyes. Looking on as some of them they targeted those who crossed them and were savagely beaten scared Mitijia.

Of course this meant Mitijia as well but he noticed that one hulking bear of a man was treated with a lot of respect (or was it fear? Mitjia was never sure) named Xandar, who he traded his services for protection from some of the assholes that populate a Penal Legion. Though he has sometimes failed to procure items that are very hard to obtain for him he rarely gets attacked or tricked by others mainly due to Xandar.

Specialist Skill: "Procurement" is the one and only skill he seems to have as he hoards and trades like no other. Mitijia will often acquire whatever he needs to using others as distractions, who are offered recompense which is always delivered, skulking around to get it then disappearing back to his usual haunts.

Relic: An old rifle casing he kept from the range when he first hit his target during basic.

Reason for induction to Penal Legion: Was caught with several items that had gone missing when his Company had mobilized to fight the growing rebellions in the next system over. Imprisoned by the Commissar of his unit Mitijia awaited his fate as his case was under review when word was sent the Saben 21st were passing through the system and was transferred to get him out of there.
Reaction to induction: Scared bewilderment as what he did was normal for him and his family on Parnak as everyone hoards and keeps things from the Lords taxman. Seeing others in the same situation confuses him as he feels no guilt about his actions. He mainly fights to just survive long enough to gain his freedom and go back to what he knew before despite the fact he ran from it in the first place.

Relationships with other characters: Mitijia has stopped trying to be friendly with others as he has always come out on the bottom. This has not stopped him from approaching Xandar Tackett to trade service for protection.

Wargear: Lasgun that he barely knows how to shoot, combat knife that he routinely misplaces, guard flak armour that actually fits his body and loose fitting Guard Khaki.

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dude no worries about my post count. dont let that give some false representation of how good i actually am or anything like that, i'm sure our form mod here who may or may not still be monitoring this thread will say, if you look back on some of my posts here, they're actually quite shit. so yeah, post count, just like surveys at a grocery store or a fast food joint, or a call center, is not an decent measurement of actual skill or competence.

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Haha all good man. Don't downplay yourself; I actually like your character a lot. I noticed you built driving into Kane's bio, and I'd rather not take that away from you. I can find some other way to make Weaver useful.

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I can see some interesting interaction between our characters is going to happen high seraph, the main reason being mine loves to brew rahzvod!
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That is only if DB accepts Mitijia of course.

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