Post by 7skullz on May 11, 2009 18:32:20 GMT
Name: Rivalen Erevis Tanthul
Age: 46 years old
Designation:
Height: 7' 08"
Hair Colour: brown
Eye Colour: blue-green
Physical Description:
Being very tall, especially for a scout, Rivalen is en expert with all manner of melee attacks and grapples. He has straight brown hair that is kept long, and blue-green eyes, an anomaly on his homeworld of Cull, an agriworld that is frozen over most of the time. He has many scars on his back from the flogging administered to him when it was revealed that he had blue-green eyes. Blue and green are considered evil colors, as they are the Colors of the scales on the wyrms that infrequently attack the villages on Cull. He also has scars on his left leg, from where he was grazed by the shrapnel of an Ork stikkbomm.
Personality:
His personality is much like that of his homeworld. He is cool-headed, collected and calm, and slow to anger. During the heat of battle, he is a brutally efficient warrior. He can be seen muttering the Litanies of Hate, Courage in Battle, and his own personal "battle statement": Lux Aeterna. Primo Sagui, Primo Victoria; meaning Light Eternal. First Blood, First Victory. Rivalen is more introverted than some of his other battle-brothers are, and spends most of his time in his dormitory, which is spartan, save a small section, dedicated solely to the (somewhat depressing) artwork he creates.
Armour:
- Left/Right Eye-HUD w/ Image Enhancement
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- InterSquad Vox Link
- Orbital Data Feed
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear:
- Personal Dataslate
- Rebreather Mask w/ 6 Hour Air Supply
- Dust Goggles / UV Protected, Non-Reflective Surface
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Bandolier
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Pouches
* 12x Pistol magazines or 10x Straight/Sickle magazines or 6x Drum/Duplus magazines
Weapons:
Sniper Rifle
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
History:
Rivalen Erevis Tanthul was born on Cull, in the year 956 of the 41st millenium, to Lord Riven Tanthul, and Lady Drasek Tanthul, both ministers of agricultural segments on the planet. When Rivalen was born, his parents were astonished that he looked the way he did. To mask it, they died his hair every morning and every evening and as for his eyes, they purchased colored lenses to be placed over his irises from an off-world trader. When Rivalen was old enough, around 6-7 yrs old, he was taught how to use a hunting rifle, strikingly different in design than the space marine issued rifles. it was bolt action, singl shot reload, and hand fed, yet somehow the skill of hunting carried over into his career as a marine.
Once he had reached maturity at age 12, he defiantly stood before his father and said, "Father, I am not ashamed of what I am. I am going to be rid of this dye and these iris lenses. I am going to show our world that it is all right to be different." Due to the decision he made, he went to the planetary elders and said that he was no different than any of the others who have reached maturity. They said he "differed greatly", and that he was to sentenced to death.
With a stern look in his eyes, he said to them that if he were to die by the Emperor's hand then so be it. If He Allmighty were to smite him for his differences, then so be it. But what right had they to call this judgement upon him? If it were indeed true they had this inalienable right, then enact their will, but he would fight to the very end of his existence to be sure he would not die for them.
The next day he was scheduled for a flogging, and were he to not survive the flogging, then his corpse would be burned. He fought as the whips and barbs stung and raked his back. forty two lashes he was given. once the flogging was over, and he was nearly unconscious, the sent him to small medicae station on their moon so as to dispose of his sight.
On the medicae station, which turned out to be part of an Imperial Guard regimental command station, he was inducted into the guard as an ammo runner due to his large size of, then, 5'11, and 200 pounds.
On the planet of Sakkors, Rivalen became accustomed to warfare, and grew hardened even though he rarely ever experienced combat. The Guard regiment was fighting a grueling trench-war with the Orks, and both sides were taking heavy tolls.
Once, as Rivalen was running power packs, shotgun shells, and spare heavy flamer canisters to a frontline trench, an Ork stikkbomm went off, grazing him in the left leg and killing most of the men in the trench, signaling an Ork assault.
As the Orks swarmed towards the trench, Rivalen blew faces off with lasguns and as they got to the trench proper, he switched to heavy flamers and kept the Ork horde away from him.
Soon after, the Ork assault had begun, there was a screaming sound, like that of careening meteors, and Rivalen realised he was not meant to die this die. As the Orks stared in bewilderment, their assault stopped in its tracks, Rivalen continued to burn down Orks, some running about and setting more Orks aflame.
In the next instant, the Orks focused on a new target. Space Marines. The marines were one half black, one half white, with an inverted omega on their shoulder. He wanted to become one. Shaking himself from is awe-inspired reverie, Rivalen redoubled his efforts to kill more Orks on their rear flank. A detachment of marines, apparently noticing the great gouts of flame and burning Orks running around cut a swathe through the Orks to find a boy, no older that 13 years of age, obliterating vast amounts of Orks.
Rivalen was taken back with the marines to the larger force as the Ork charge faltered, fighting the entire way.
Suddenly, enormous explosions went off, and screaming ships that looked like they could carry hundreds of Space Marines, came into view.
"Come young one," said a marine. "This planet is doomed. If the Orks want it... Well I must say that they can't have it. We are to evacuate as many of the Imperial guard troops as possible, then this planet has been sentenced to Exterminatus."
Boarding what he learned was called a thunderhawk gunship, Rivalen stood among the marines, feeling no fear, just respect and awe. Soon Rivalen was take back to the Marines', Omega Marines he learned, Battle Barge to wait as more marines filed past, headed to the Thunderhawks to hold the planet for no more than three hours as the Imperial dropships came to evacuate the guard.
Brought forth to the Chapter Master of the Omega Marines, he was tested, and found to be a good candidate for induction. After several grueling months of survival, mental, marksmanship with both knives and firearms, stealth, evasion, infiltration, field stripping, cleaning and repair of equipment, mental stability, and psychic awareness testing, Rivalen was inducted into the annals of the Omega Marines as a scout of the tenth company, assigned as an auxiliary to the fourth company.
Sample RP:
Rivalen deftly picked the lock of door, and entered with his combat knife at the ready, crouching in a defensive stance. Looking around, he found the stairs were to his left, and, taking them four at a time, bounded up the stairs to the top floor.
'Almost there,' he thought to himself. Once he reached the last few stairs, he peered over the top to see an enemy sniper team, and with carefully practiced precision, he snuck up behind the first one, slid his knife between the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae, and between the sixth and seventh neck vertebrae of the other sniper.
"I'm in position," he voxed to his sergeant.
"Very good. Enemy building clear?" He heard as a reply.
"Well... it wasn't. It is now. I've got my sights on the other enemy marksmen. Ready to fire on your order sir." He stated flatly as he hefted his large, suppressed, high caliber sniper rifle. Taking his aim, he chanted to himself, "Lux Aeterna. Primo Sangui, Primo Victoria. Emperor, guide my bullet. Allow me to hit the mark. Allow me to exterminate Your foes in Your name, to eradicate them from the galaxy." As he finished he held himself steady, breath stopped. He lined up the marksman's head an... Squeezed... The... Trigger.
Have You Read The Rules?: For the Emperor!
Age: 46 years old
Designation:
Height: 7' 08"
Hair Colour: brown
Eye Colour: blue-green
Physical Description:
Being very tall, especially for a scout, Rivalen is en expert with all manner of melee attacks and grapples. He has straight brown hair that is kept long, and blue-green eyes, an anomaly on his homeworld of Cull, an agriworld that is frozen over most of the time. He has many scars on his back from the flogging administered to him when it was revealed that he had blue-green eyes. Blue and green are considered evil colors, as they are the Colors of the scales on the wyrms that infrequently attack the villages on Cull. He also has scars on his left leg, from where he was grazed by the shrapnel of an Ork stikkbomm.
Personality:
His personality is much like that of his homeworld. He is cool-headed, collected and calm, and slow to anger. During the heat of battle, he is a brutally efficient warrior. He can be seen muttering the Litanies of Hate, Courage in Battle, and his own personal "battle statement": Lux Aeterna. Primo Sagui, Primo Victoria; meaning Light Eternal. First Blood, First Victory. Rivalen is more introverted than some of his other battle-brothers are, and spends most of his time in his dormitory, which is spartan, save a small section, dedicated solely to the (somewhat depressing) artwork he creates.
Armour:
- Left/Right Eye-HUD w/ Image Enhancement
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- InterSquad Vox Link
- Orbital Data Feed
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear:
- Personal Dataslate
- Rebreather Mask w/ 6 Hour Air Supply
- Dust Goggles / UV Protected, Non-Reflective Surface
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Bandolier
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Pouches
* 12x Pistol magazines or 10x Straight/Sickle magazines or 6x Drum/Duplus magazines
Weapons:
Sniper Rifle
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
History:
Rivalen Erevis Tanthul was born on Cull, in the year 956 of the 41st millenium, to Lord Riven Tanthul, and Lady Drasek Tanthul, both ministers of agricultural segments on the planet. When Rivalen was born, his parents were astonished that he looked the way he did. To mask it, they died his hair every morning and every evening and as for his eyes, they purchased colored lenses to be placed over his irises from an off-world trader. When Rivalen was old enough, around 6-7 yrs old, he was taught how to use a hunting rifle, strikingly different in design than the space marine issued rifles. it was bolt action, singl shot reload, and hand fed, yet somehow the skill of hunting carried over into his career as a marine.
Once he had reached maturity at age 12, he defiantly stood before his father and said, "Father, I am not ashamed of what I am. I am going to be rid of this dye and these iris lenses. I am going to show our world that it is all right to be different." Due to the decision he made, he went to the planetary elders and said that he was no different than any of the others who have reached maturity. They said he "differed greatly", and that he was to sentenced to death.
With a stern look in his eyes, he said to them that if he were to die by the Emperor's hand then so be it. If He Allmighty were to smite him for his differences, then so be it. But what right had they to call this judgement upon him? If it were indeed true they had this inalienable right, then enact their will, but he would fight to the very end of his existence to be sure he would not die for them.
The next day he was scheduled for a flogging, and were he to not survive the flogging, then his corpse would be burned. He fought as the whips and barbs stung and raked his back. forty two lashes he was given. once the flogging was over, and he was nearly unconscious, the sent him to small medicae station on their moon so as to dispose of his sight.
On the medicae station, which turned out to be part of an Imperial Guard regimental command station, he was inducted into the guard as an ammo runner due to his large size of, then, 5'11, and 200 pounds.
On the planet of Sakkors, Rivalen became accustomed to warfare, and grew hardened even though he rarely ever experienced combat. The Guard regiment was fighting a grueling trench-war with the Orks, and both sides were taking heavy tolls.
Once, as Rivalen was running power packs, shotgun shells, and spare heavy flamer canisters to a frontline trench, an Ork stikkbomm went off, grazing him in the left leg and killing most of the men in the trench, signaling an Ork assault.
As the Orks swarmed towards the trench, Rivalen blew faces off with lasguns and as they got to the trench proper, he switched to heavy flamers and kept the Ork horde away from him.
Soon after, the Ork assault had begun, there was a screaming sound, like that of careening meteors, and Rivalen realised he was not meant to die this die. As the Orks stared in bewilderment, their assault stopped in its tracks, Rivalen continued to burn down Orks, some running about and setting more Orks aflame.
In the next instant, the Orks focused on a new target. Space Marines. The marines were one half black, one half white, with an inverted omega on their shoulder. He wanted to become one. Shaking himself from is awe-inspired reverie, Rivalen redoubled his efforts to kill more Orks on their rear flank. A detachment of marines, apparently noticing the great gouts of flame and burning Orks running around cut a swathe through the Orks to find a boy, no older that 13 years of age, obliterating vast amounts of Orks.
Rivalen was taken back with the marines to the larger force as the Ork charge faltered, fighting the entire way.
Suddenly, enormous explosions went off, and screaming ships that looked like they could carry hundreds of Space Marines, came into view.
"Come young one," said a marine. "This planet is doomed. If the Orks want it... Well I must say that they can't have it. We are to evacuate as many of the Imperial guard troops as possible, then this planet has been sentenced to Exterminatus."
Boarding what he learned was called a thunderhawk gunship, Rivalen stood among the marines, feeling no fear, just respect and awe. Soon Rivalen was take back to the Marines', Omega Marines he learned, Battle Barge to wait as more marines filed past, headed to the Thunderhawks to hold the planet for no more than three hours as the Imperial dropships came to evacuate the guard.
Brought forth to the Chapter Master of the Omega Marines, he was tested, and found to be a good candidate for induction. After several grueling months of survival, mental, marksmanship with both knives and firearms, stealth, evasion, infiltration, field stripping, cleaning and repair of equipment, mental stability, and psychic awareness testing, Rivalen was inducted into the annals of the Omega Marines as a scout of the tenth company, assigned as an auxiliary to the fourth company.
Sample RP:
Rivalen deftly picked the lock of door, and entered with his combat knife at the ready, crouching in a defensive stance. Looking around, he found the stairs were to his left, and, taking them four at a time, bounded up the stairs to the top floor.
'Almost there,' he thought to himself. Once he reached the last few stairs, he peered over the top to see an enemy sniper team, and with carefully practiced precision, he snuck up behind the first one, slid his knife between the third and fourth lumbar vertebrae, and between the sixth and seventh neck vertebrae of the other sniper.
"I'm in position," he voxed to his sergeant.
"Very good. Enemy building clear?" He heard as a reply.
"Well... it wasn't. It is now. I've got my sights on the other enemy marksmen. Ready to fire on your order sir." He stated flatly as he hefted his large, suppressed, high caliber sniper rifle. Taking his aim, he chanted to himself, "Lux Aeterna. Primo Sangui, Primo Victoria. Emperor, guide my bullet. Allow me to hit the mark. Allow me to exterminate Your foes in Your name, to eradicate them from the galaxy." As he finished he held himself steady, breath stopped. He lined up the marksman's head an... Squeezed... The... Trigger.
Have You Read The Rules?: For the Emperor!
