Post by Cratas Idotheus on Jun 2, 2009 22:14:37 GMT
Name: Cratas Idotheus
Age: 25
Designation:
Height: 5’11
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Physical Description: although Cratetas is shorter and most of his companions his strength always seems to amaze them. His nose looks like its been broken several times and his face is covered in old cuts. His large hands are covered in calluses for countless hours working out and training. His dark brown eyes are in constants motion taking in every detail of any room he’s in. His hair is a dark almost black shade of brown and is normally is a military flattop, but his greatest pride is his thick handle bar mustache. When not suited up he’s normally seen in a dark green tank top, and black slacks.
Personality: Cratas is a very carefree kind of person. When his comrades quarrel he’s then first one to step in to calm them down. If words don’t serve his purpose his hands will. He’s a boxer a heart. He’s moves fast, hits hard and never backs down. In battle he’s a fearless tactician. He analyzes every thing everyone does. Then uses the information to predict their actions in battle and moves accordingly. He refuses to take any position of leadership for fear of losing men under his men. He works hard to keep his brethren alive. He’d take a bullet for anyone of them at anytime.
Armour:
Scout Armour
-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:
Standard Scout equipment.
-Personal Dataslate
-Rebreather Mask w/ Hour Air Supply
-Dust Goggles/ UV Protected, Non-reflective surface/
-Position Marking Vox Beacons
-Chemlights
-Combat Rations
-FlexSteel cord (100ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
-Grenade Bandolier
*4x Frag
*4x Krak
-Ammunition pouches
*10x Sickle Magazines
Weapons
-Mk. 5b ‘Godwyn’ pattern Bolter
-Hand axe.
-Frag Grenades
-Krak Grenades
History: Cratas was born the first son of low born man on the industrial world Vostroya. He spent his childhood sparring with the other children, hassling the high-borns stupid enough to come to his side of town. At the age of 16 he joined his father in weapons factory. By the time he reached adult hood. He knew any bolter inside and out. When he came of age he joined the Imperial guard to help clean the streets he played in when he was a child.
After years of escapades in the Imperial Legion he grew into a great leader, one so great that he was given command of a small squad of soldiers. He grew to and love each of his brothers in arms. He knew how each one thought, acted, moved after only a couple days with them. A couple of weeks afterwards a seemingly small gang started harassing the low-born citizens. He was given orders to wipe them out before they could spread. After weeks of careful search he found their base of operations and was set to raid it. All was going to plan when they entered the building but when they reached the basemnet all hell broke lose. The cult had grown faster than anyone had expected. Worst still… They were ready for them. They jammed their inters quad Vox so they couldn’t call for reinforcements. Although they enemy was severely crippled and almost defeated, The gang pulled one last desperate counter attack. His men, tired and worn out after a long hard fought firefight that expended their ammunition and medical supplies, were cut down were they stood. All that was left of that bloody battle was him and the gang’s leader. Both tired, bleeding and out of ammunition, stood facing the other weapons drawn waiting for the other to make his move. They stood there for what seemed like eternity when the leader jumped into action. He moved with a wide right handed slash meant to cut Cratas’ throat. Cratas ducked it and brought his axe up into the side of the leader so hard his feet left the ground. He dropped the leader with out even bothering to retrieve his axe. With the cloth from hit waving like a blooy flag from the body of his enemy, he gathered the tags of his fallen brethren and limped out to report back to base about the loss, the victory, and unknowingly his promotion to the 4th.
Sample RP:
“Ok boys, I want a clean sweep of the upper floors. Cassphron , I want your boys to and Peulaus’ to start from here and clean this floor and make sure none get past you. Lets me know once your done setting up. I’ll take the rest up that ladder and we’ll work our way to you.â€
Moving silently Cratas took the rest up to the roof. After the all clear from the boys down stairs Cratas kicks open the roof top door and moves in quickly and put a couple rounds into the startled guard. He moves quickly to the stares while his men clear the rooms. Befor his men finish he notices a bolter barrel pop out from the stair case a floor below. He counts to ten and swings over the banister and tramples the guard below. As his men follow him down several seconds latter they meet up with Cassphron and his boys.
“Is there a basement in this Khekking place?â€
‘aye sir.’
“Good, I want your heavy in first. Their likely to be fortified by now. The rest of us will give cover fire and clear the room as we go by them.
Age: 25
Designation:
Height: 5’11
Hair color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Physical Description: although Cratetas is shorter and most of his companions his strength always seems to amaze them. His nose looks like its been broken several times and his face is covered in old cuts. His large hands are covered in calluses for countless hours working out and training. His dark brown eyes are in constants motion taking in every detail of any room he’s in. His hair is a dark almost black shade of brown and is normally is a military flattop, but his greatest pride is his thick handle bar mustache. When not suited up he’s normally seen in a dark green tank top, and black slacks.
Personality: Cratas is a very carefree kind of person. When his comrades quarrel he’s then first one to step in to calm them down. If words don’t serve his purpose his hands will. He’s a boxer a heart. He’s moves fast, hits hard and never backs down. In battle he’s a fearless tactician. He analyzes every thing everyone does. Then uses the information to predict their actions in battle and moves accordingly. He refuses to take any position of leadership for fear of losing men under his men. He works hard to keep his brethren alive. He’d take a bullet for anyone of them at anytime.
Armour:
Scout Armour
-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:
Standard Scout equipment.
-Personal Dataslate
-Rebreather Mask w/ Hour Air Supply
-Dust Goggles/ UV Protected, Non-reflective surface/
-Position Marking Vox Beacons
-Chemlights
-Combat Rations
-FlexSteel cord (100ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
-Grenade Bandolier
*4x Frag
*4x Krak
-Ammunition pouches
*10x Sickle Magazines
Weapons
-Mk. 5b ‘Godwyn’ pattern Bolter
-Hand axe.
-Frag Grenades
-Krak Grenades
History: Cratas was born the first son of low born man on the industrial world Vostroya. He spent his childhood sparring with the other children, hassling the high-borns stupid enough to come to his side of town. At the age of 16 he joined his father in weapons factory. By the time he reached adult hood. He knew any bolter inside and out. When he came of age he joined the Imperial guard to help clean the streets he played in when he was a child.
After years of escapades in the Imperial Legion he grew into a great leader, one so great that he was given command of a small squad of soldiers. He grew to and love each of his brothers in arms. He knew how each one thought, acted, moved after only a couple days with them. A couple of weeks afterwards a seemingly small gang started harassing the low-born citizens. He was given orders to wipe them out before they could spread. After weeks of careful search he found their base of operations and was set to raid it. All was going to plan when they entered the building but when they reached the basemnet all hell broke lose. The cult had grown faster than anyone had expected. Worst still… They were ready for them. They jammed their inters quad Vox so they couldn’t call for reinforcements. Although they enemy was severely crippled and almost defeated, The gang pulled one last desperate counter attack. His men, tired and worn out after a long hard fought firefight that expended their ammunition and medical supplies, were cut down were they stood. All that was left of that bloody battle was him and the gang’s leader. Both tired, bleeding and out of ammunition, stood facing the other weapons drawn waiting for the other to make his move. They stood there for what seemed like eternity when the leader jumped into action. He moved with a wide right handed slash meant to cut Cratas’ throat. Cratas ducked it and brought his axe up into the side of the leader so hard his feet left the ground. He dropped the leader with out even bothering to retrieve his axe. With the cloth from hit waving like a blooy flag from the body of his enemy, he gathered the tags of his fallen brethren and limped out to report back to base about the loss, the victory, and unknowingly his promotion to the 4th.
Sample RP:
“Ok boys, I want a clean sweep of the upper floors. Cassphron , I want your boys to and Peulaus’ to start from here and clean this floor and make sure none get past you. Lets me know once your done setting up. I’ll take the rest up that ladder and we’ll work our way to you.â€
Moving silently Cratas took the rest up to the roof. After the all clear from the boys down stairs Cratas kicks open the roof top door and moves in quickly and put a couple rounds into the startled guard. He moves quickly to the stares while his men clear the rooms. Befor his men finish he notices a bolter barrel pop out from the stair case a floor below. He counts to ten and swings over the banister and tramples the guard below. As his men follow him down several seconds latter they meet up with Cassphron and his boys.
“Is there a basement in this Khekking place?â€
‘aye sir.’
“Good, I want your heavy in first. Their likely to be fortified by now. The rest of us will give cover fire and clear the room as we go by them.
