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Writing up my character, now, but got stuck - Why are the Elysians on the planet? New arrivals? Also, any particular Regiment that we should go with?

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Why are the Elysians on the planet?
What, Orks invading a system not reason enough for the guard to be sent in?

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New arrivals?
They have been present in the system for two weeks, whether that means you'll have been on the ground most/all that time or seen combat I am not saying yet.

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Also, any particular Regiment that we should go with?
173rd Drop troops and 94th Elysian light. The first is your regiment, standard drop troop regiment, and the second is more of a light armoured regiment (high number of tauros and tauros venators.)

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It was seen, and I'm gonna say no on the shotgun. I think the last thing your character is going to want is to be close to whatever he/she will be shooting at.

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Gotcha. Heavy stubber it is. If still available. Will start working on my sheet when I get Home.


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Name: Dominous "Grease" Krassus, Also Called "Dom"

Age: 35

Appearance:

Height 6' 2"

Weight: 195lbs

Hair Description: Buzzed short and Salt and Pepper Colored, Meaning mostly white-grey hair with the stray black hair every now and then. Facial hair is full, and kept up enough to be passable for duty and to not get in the way. (It Used to be Black.)

Eyes: Deep Green, with hints of Yellow

Physique: Heavily muscled (And Hairy) chest and Arms, With Toned (equally Hairy) Legs, and a slight belly caused by food and drink. A Deep Scar is on the right side of his face from an accident long ago, which under the hair must have been handsome at one point, but scowling and the scar have managed to hide that.


Personality: A Former Law Enforcement Sergeant, was given little choice in joining the PDF when stories of the orks hit the port cities, regardless he did actually volunteer regardless of encouragement to do so. When Sober, he usually is scowling or lost in thoughts, and has little interest in people. His weakness for drink when not kept busy might point to depression, or the need to forget something.

Background: Dominus was born in a mining town outside one of the major Port Cities. His mother was a maid to the local bureaucrats, specifically the mayor of the sprawling mining town though small when compared to the port cities. His father however worked the mines, though he didn't have the most menial work but instead operated machinery and helped to keep it functioning. Dom as a byproduct of this life split between brief steps into the world of luxury, mostly by being present when his mother worked, and experiencing grueling life at the mines through his father, gave him a diverse perspective. A perk of his mother's job is he managed to get an education, and even befriended the Mayor's son, when at first it was looked down upon but with time simply tolerated, as the Mayor's son wanted the friendship.

This was short lived though as when he got old enough to work the mines. Like his father he worked with machines and kept them working, his natural skill with engines and the like kept him from being like the other young boys forced to crawl into small holes to place explosives deep in the mines. His most significant life event during this period though was meeting the woman that would eventually become his wife. She was a bit younger than him, but she caught his eye, and he felt compelled to watch over her. However She proved to be tougher than he first thought, she seemed determined not to be seen as weak, and despite this they became friends. With time though, and going through tough times in the mines they eventually fell for one another, and married and were happy, for a while at least. Having managed to get enough money, not wanting to enlist help from the Mayor’s son in any way due to personal pride, he purchased a home in the town for himself and her to start a family. However it was not to be and the two times she managed to get pregnant, both children were lost in miscarriage. They were both devastated, but her more-so than him as she felt an unwarranted sense of inadequacy. He was there to support her, but recovery never came.

The final change in Dom’s life occurred during a busy night in the mines, she and him were on the same team operating the mine’s conveyor system and directing the mine’s teams of deep mine transport vehicles, which were used for bring teams down to very low levels to excavate new tunnels, prospect, and bring back samples. The situation was chaotic due to a quota needing to be met soon, and all hands were busy with other duties. An incident had happened in the deep mines, a transport had been caught in a collapse in a new offshoot tunnel, details about the team were not given as the machine was considered more valuable than the lives of those operating it. They grabbed a team and tools to recover the vehicle and took their own transport down to the site of the incident, and unsurprising discovered that the crew had been killed due to the unstable strata of the new offshoot. Just as they were managing to get the vehicle out, after collecting what they could of the dead team, so the families would have something to mourn, another collapse happened after they pulled the vehicle out. The rock slashed Dom’s face wide open, barely avoiding his head being smashed by the rock above, but this fate was not shared by his wife who was utterly crushed by the immeasurably heavy rock above them. His team had to fight and eventually knock him out to get him and both transports out. What he left with was a crushed spirit, and a lock of her beautiful hair. He was only a young adult by the time this happened, about 25 at the time.

The proceeding months were ones of utter despair and depression, and he turned to drink, despite the fact his wife despised the substance. It was all he had to keep the pain out, and he only continued to work to support this habit. However not long after this his old friend had gotten ahold of him again, learning about the tragedy and expressing his condolences, his suggestion to Dom was to move him to the Port city and give him a job in law enforcement, to keep him busy to keep him from drink and hopefully get his mind of his loss. He was successful in getting him away from drink, for the most part, but this did little to change his new outlook on life. He kept busy and got good at his job, being skilled with maintaining engines and vehicle operation earned him the nickname “Grease” by his fellow officers, and he kept the forces vehicles in top shape. As an Officer he preferred things to end quickly, and gangers met their end at his preferred weapon of choice, a shotgun, and if they were lucky enough to be worthy of arrest, his fists or a baton. Secretly he wished the job would get him killed,but he had no intention of going quietly so he got good at his job, keeping himself in shape and busy with work or vehicle related projects. However with news of these horrid xeno beasts invading the system, he joined the PDF, at a bit higher rank due to experience and his connections. The opportunity could not be passed up though, as there was only two possibilities of this conflict, either the xeno scum would die, or he would finally join his wife.

Group: PDF

Equipment: Flak Vest and Helmet, Spare Heavy Stubber Ammo, A Combat Knife, and A Few Grenades, a Locket in the shape of a engine cog with a Picture of his wife and a lock of Silver hair.

Weapons: Heavy Stubber


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DA and I hope for our brothers to be Elysians, but if necessary, we will be happy to change them to PDF instead.

Name: Tobias Lengen

Age: 29

Appearance: A handsome, elegant-faced young man, standing just under six feet at 5'11'' (~1.8 meters). His dirty-blonde hair is fairly short, but long enough to see that it is naturally wavy even while matted from his pressure helmet. It flows and curls in such a way that some may see it as just messy, and others may see it as richly styled. He has an overall triangular face-type. His cheek and jawbones are midway between broad and narrow, with an aquiline nose and a chin to match. His eyes are a razor-edged blue. His eyebrows are thin, but rather fierce. He has no facial hair, and the small amount of body hair he has is negligible, particularly since it is thin and lightly colored.

Personality: Tobias is a proud, cocky, and waspish individual. He is very good at what he does, and he knows it. He gets heated quickly when he feels others are slowing him down. He enjoys being a drop trooper, and has never had any qualms with killing. His first kill in the Elysian PDF covered half his uniform in the desperate pirate's blood, and all he could think of was how pleased his father would be. He has a deep, underlying connection with his older brother to such an extent that if Elias were to ever perish, the strengthening presence he offers Tobias would become a chasmal weakness in his younger sibling's heart. A dangerous game to play when their profession lies in war, making it an especially good thing that they have both excelled in their roles together.

Background: Tobias comes from a family with a long line of military service and history. Though enlisting in the Elysian PDF is entirely voluntary, it was expected of him and his older brother to enlist. He had been excited, for the adventure of it, the thrill, the family pride. It was what he was born to do. His father was exceptionally prestigious within the ranks and had gone on to serve in the Elysian regiments of the Imperium. His father lived through many years of service in the Guard, and lives on Elysia once again, now commanding one of the PDF regiments there. He and Elias have an older sister who has children, so the family won't end. They also have younger sisters who have just reached marital age - Tobias and Elias don't really know them, though, having been away for eleven years. Their name being somewhat famous - with a long tradition of soldiers - means it's desirable to take it, rather than the women of the family taking the names of their husbands.

He joined the local PDF at 18 years, his brother alongside him, and remained in the system on duty for four years before deciding it was time to move onto greater things, and lend their skills to the Imperium at large. In the several years since, he has fought many actions and tours against human foes from within the Imperium such as pirates, rebels, and the occasional heretical cult. He has also served in a multitude of search and rescue missions, wildlife clearing, abandoned or wrecked space station or space ship investigation, and other non-war tasks that the Elysians were well suited for.

Since he and his brother have proven to be incredibly effective alongside each other, they have so far managed to stay in the same squad within the 173rd regiment. Tobias expects his father, and maybe grandfather as well, pulled some strings to further ensure this.

Despite several years of active duty, the Prolial mission is the first that he and his brother have fought against a major xenos threat. Before now, Tobias had only encountered xenos pirate crews. The Orks, are an entirely new foe to him. Upon entering the system, he was certain it would be a bit tougher than usual, but still nothing to be worried about. He has never been on the losing side, at least not in any major way, during his years of service. Because of this, and his family's success over the centuries, he has come to assume victory before the fighting even begins.


Group: Elysian

Equipment: Grav-chute and jumpsuit for drops. Once on the ground he has both frag and krak grenades, his rebreather, a combat knife, spare ammo, and flak armour with carapace shoulder pads.

Weapons: Like most of his fellow drop troops, Tobias lands into action with an Accatran pattern MkIV lasgun. The shortened name, T. Lengen, is stencil painted in English-Gothic font on the side of the barrel. Above the magazine receiver near the rear of the bullpup style firearm is a small wax seal holding a small strip of parchment with a litany to the Emperor, and a blessing for the weapon, inscribed upon it. For a secondary weapon, he carries his father's old sawed-off shotgun. This weapon comes from Elysia herself, with a wooden body behind the shortened metal barrels. The weapon was a gift from his father, for graduating to the Guard and the 173rd Drop Troop Regiment. As such, it is artfully crafted, with a golden emblem printed into the handle and metal ribbing along the foregrip. Needless to say, he has taken great care in maintaining it.

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Name: Alec Greiner

Age: 23

Appearance: His inky black hair forms in tight curls, keeping it only an inch or so from his scalp, and he keeps a short, coarse, beard of the same colour. His eyes are a soft brown. The rest of his face is oddly smooth to the touch but you wouldn’t know it from looking at him. Alec has a face with a certain quality that makes most people when they first meet him swear they have seen him before, even if they haven’t. Alec is a man of modest height, 5’ 10”, but well-built as he hails from one of the few of Prolial’s sea-ports where he helped with on the family fishing trawlers for most of his adolescence. The most notable feature of his body is a thick, ropey scar stretching from the bottom of his rib-cage on his right side to his sternum, obtained when he was 15 and his ship pulled a razor-squid up in their nets.

Personality: Alec can best be described as cautiously adventurous. He enjoys the thrills of chasing giant sea-creatures and exerting his strength against restless masses, but these are battles he is confident he can win. He is not brave though, being a quick voice to advise caution against fool-hardy or needlessly dangerous actions; at least, when it is not to his superior officers who would likely reprimand him. He has a rather laid-back personality when not on duty, often found slouching with a lho-stick in his fingers and a wry smile on his lips. However, when on duty he is diligent and watchful, faithful and thorough in any task set to him (even if he grumbles whilst doing it). At odds with most of Prolial’s populace, he has a mild form of claustrophobia. It is nowhere close to debilitating, but he finds dark confined spaces unnerving since they are so at odds with his ingrained view of the world from the deck of a ship.

When the sun of Prolial Alec and several of his friends in the PDF shared horror stories of what beast might stalk from the shadows. Most of them were things they regarded as fairy-tales, heard by their grandparent’s grandparents and of no substance. Imagine their surprise, and horror, when they discovered the monstrous xenos they had only days ago bragged about being able to slay turned out to be very real indeed.

Background: Alec was born to a family who owned a company which trawled Prolial’s oceans for aquatic delicacies for the rich and famous. It kept him and his siblings, an older sister, a younger sister and a teenage brother, out of poverty but it also afforded them access to meals usually denied to someone of their economic background, since a couple of catches could be missed without too much trouble. Although they had a home in the port-town, most of Alec’s life was spent at sea. He was born at sea and spent many of his young years watching his family at work. It was from these experiences he would catch his desire for adventure, but also his caution about entering unnecessary conflicts. After all, a chase may prove exhilarating or a catch in deeper water may be tempting, but if you can’t make back to shore then it is folly.

Initially he learnt from his parents all the skills he would need in the business. He learnt to steer ships, command a crew, spot catches and also perform every task on the ships from repairs to cleaning the deck. When he was 15 the trawler was expected to pull up a catch of arrow-bass they had been chasing. However, what emerged from the ocean, thrashing in their net, was a colossal razor-squid. Alec was one of those pulling the net up and one of the squid’s razor-bladed tentacles slashed open his side before it was eventually harpooned to death and dragged aboard. Being at least 24 hours from shore, Alec was only able to be treated with the on-board medical supplies. This coupled with his own restless nature meant that his wound did not heal as neatly as it should, leaving him with his ropey scar.

As Alec grew to maturity he found that, whilst the life of an ocean voyager had its share of excitements, he had seen almost all of them and he wished to see more of the world. As such, several years before the Prolial sun cut of communications between the planets, Alec signed up to join the PDF. There several of his sailor skills proved transferable. Most notably his keen eye (due to spotting the small trails of shoals of fish on the surface of the water), the ability to weather the elements (due to often having be on-deck in any weather and bear it) and the ability to focus even while disoriented (due to him being used to being rocked about on a ship) had made him an able soldier and a decent shot. Hence, Alec has several times been selected for reconnaissance missions.

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Equipment: Frag grenades, a combat knife, spare ammo, sub-standard flak vest and helmet

Weapons: Las-carbine

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Name: Elias Lengen.

Age: 31.

Group: Elysian.

Appearance: More rugged in his looks than Tobias, his eyes are a duller, sad hazel, his hair a darker shade of blonde. Broader in chin, nose and cheeks, though with the same, thin mouth and dark brows. His hair is a darker shade of blonde, unruly though not unkempt, with a thin, well-groomed beard covering his jawline and chin. He is taller than Tobias, his shoulders are wider, his hands larger. Though the more physically imposing of the pair, Elias has an infectious smile, his teeth white and pearly, always accompanied by a peal of deep, echoing laughter.

Personality: Elias is blisteringly proud - Of his family, of Elysia, of himself. He lacks the hotheadedness of his brother, despite being as capable, as intelligent; taking no particular joy in killing, though he is ruthlessly salacious - Leaving a string of bastards and undesirables across a dozen worlds. Charming, Elias is a renowned womaniser amongst the Elysian Hundred-and-Seventy-Third, a reputation that he carries with a hearty grin. Amicable and generous, Elias is quick to forgive - Though, never when his family have been insulted. His brother is the hammer, and Elias the anvil - Their bond unbreakable, their faith in one another unquenchable.

Background: Elias was weaned on tales of heroism, of adventures in the distant stars, on the fame of his family. In the scholam, he excelled at sports - An excellent pugilist, a better sprinter and a laurelled swimmer. His popularity, amongst the students and the tutors, was unrivalled. To his father, he was a source of pride and joy, to his brother he was a role model, and on times, a protector. When Tobias wound himself into trouble, it was always Elias's fists that proved the solution. Despite the tales, despite the medals and honours that his family bore, Elias was uninterested in war. He wanted to see the stars, yes, but not from behind a las-rifle. Fate, so they say, is inexorable.

From a young age, Elias was infatuated with a fellow student, raven-haired, wild-eyed Theodora, and to him, no star shone brighter. Their love was pure, often found hand-in-hand, smiling, laughing, their happiness unbound. She was kind, gentle to Tobias, charitable, quick of wit - And, at eighteen, her and Elias were formally betrothed. Pregnancy soon swelled Theodora's belly, and their happiness continued to soar.

However, tragedy struck. The child was born, cold and lifeless. The happiness in Theodora was sapped, and though Elias was a constant presence, she turned away from him. Into the congregation of a mad preacher she went - Donning the robes of a repentant - And a scant year and half after their marriage, utterly devoted herself to a pilgrimage. Onwards to Holy Terra, she told Elias, and when I return, we'll be happy again, our children will laugh, and play, and run with the horses.

In the ensuing months, Tobias slowly, but surely, convinced Elias to join the PDF. Four hard years followed, Elias reddening his hands with blood, begriming his face with dust and ash. Elias waited for his wife, his hearts kindled with hope, but she never returned. Four years of waiting, of butchering and protecting, were wasted away. Once again, Tobias's persuasion proved paramount - And both enrolled themselves into the ranks of the Imperial Guard. Far and wide, they travelled, the Imperial Aquila proud and defiant above them. Worlds blurred together, campaigns became an endless tide - But onwards they surged, unstoppable, the Regiment finding itself decorated and victorious.

Onto Prolial. Onto the Orks.

Equipment: Elias is studious and meticulous, keeping his equipment - His grenades, his serrated combat knife, his rebreather - Daubed crudely with golden wings - And flak armour well-maintained.

Weapons: His las-gun is bare, though polished and oiled, and he also wields an antiqued autopistol - Old and weathered, though nonetheless deadly - Preferring the reliability of it to a las-pistol. This, he'll tell you merrily, was a gift from his father, who once carried it himself, on a dozen worlds. Elias has christened it, since it came into his belongings, Theodora.

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'Yes, lord.'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
'No, lord.'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'
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Looks to be an interesting cast so far. Any Comments reever? Do we get a pass?

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Sorry I haven't got anything up yet. The time I intended to do so disappeared on me. I'm still intending to join with a PDF trooper though.
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