Post by Kraytirous Shalluat on Apr 6, 2009 1:26:58 GMT
Name: Kraytirous Shalluat
Age: 55
Designation:
Height: 7"5
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Physical Description: Kraytirous is a strongly built Astartes, his frame solid and thick. His muscles took very well to the augmentations made to his body, growing magnificently. His hair is short and cropped to keep it out of his helmet and his eyes are a very dark brown, nearly black in the distance.
His face is grim set, his jaw broad. The way he looks when not among friends or relaxing gives one the impression of a man that never smiles, and if he ever did his face would crack down the middle. This expression is kept around superiors.
Personality: Kraytirous is an extremely calm Astartes, even during combat he is unerringly calm. Around superiors he keeps the same, stern demeanor about him. This outwardly calm expression is generally only a cover up for the thinking going on within his super-human brain.
Around friends and fellow Battle Brothers during times of relative peace, more often during the intermission between two missions, Kraytirous is fairly social. He is not afraid to spark conversations or unleash his booming laughter.
On the Battlefield Kraytirous' only flaw lies in the fact that he occasionally lacks the imagination or courage to separate from a well organized battle plan in order to react to the carnage that is war.
Equipment:
Armour:
Mk. 7 'Imperator' Armour
- Heads-Up Display (HUD)
- Proximity Detection System
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- Orbit Data Feed
- InterSquad Vox link w/ External Address System
- Radiation Shielding
- Anti-Flare/Sound Dampening Autosenses
- Gas/Liquid tight Envrioment Seal
- 24 Hour Air Supply
- Servo-Assisted Load Carrying
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear:
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
* 12x Pistol magazines or 10x Straight/Sickle magazines or 6x Drum/Duplus magazines
Weapons:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
History: Kraytirous was born into a normal family of generic stature on the planet of Armageddon. Up until his 14th year, Kraytrious was a quiet child but it seemed that ever since his 12th birthday he had been gradually becoming more and more social, except during times of great importance such as tests or examinations. He had always been curious about the histories of the past wars of Armageddon. War had always been the thing that he had been curious about and he quickly found himself getting one of the highest grades in his history classes.
The Omega Marines made a recruitment tour throughout Armageddon two weeks before Kraytirous' birthday. He found himself inducted as one of a group of about 600. Although he was almost positive that he had no chance of making it amongst the Emperor's finest, he refused to simply give up and not try. He would give it all and know that he failed while trying his hardest. Taken aboard the massive Battle Barges, the first trials that would decide the fate of the 600 boys were inducted. Within the first two months the number was reduced to 300, Kraytirous among them.
Although training was difficult, the psycho therapy intense and the mental conditioning extreme, Kraytirous did his best to perform up to par. Everthing asked of him, he did. If ever he was told that he had a choice as to how much he tried, he always went for the greater. Pushing himself to his mental and physical limits, Kraytirous was more surprised and proud then anyone else to find himself inducted as one of the 30 new Astartes.
Kraytirous was pleased to find that his body was very eager and accepting of the augmentations that made an Astartes a super human. The hormones affected his body exactly as intended, turning his already fit physique muscular and heavily built. He grew the fastest among his brothers-in-arms, reaching a height of 6"5 before most of the others could even bear a proper Bolter properly.
His training as a Scout commenced, his first mission being a simple seek-and-destroy in a Hive world where a major political ruler has been accused of worshiping the Dark Gods. It was by Kraytirous' hand that the Southern Wall of the building in which the man rested had been collapsed, in order to allow his Sergeant's sniper rifle to deliver the killing blow.
Many missions followed afterwards, ending with yet another seek and destroy on a Forge World conquered by an enroaching Tyranid assault force. Command had discovered an enormous fuel depot underneath the main Tyranid assault brood, where the largest creatures and digestion pools were. The scouts had been told to ignite a gas pipe that surfaced nearly 50 miles to the east of it and incinerate the creatures. It was indeed Kraytirous' hand that ignited the flamer that had been ripped from the dead hands of his fellow battle brother, which ignited the gas and sent an inferno rippling across the landscape.
Months later saw Kraytirous inducted into the Adeptus Astartes in every shape and form. His senses were acute, his mind resolute and his body fully developed into that of a Space Marine. Turned onto the 4th company, Kraytirous awaits his assignment to a tactical squad.
Sample RP:
The sky above had a sinister, green glow, reflecting the strange fauna that littered the floor beneath his feet. Kraytirous looked down through the HUD on his visor, examining the originally concrete floor that was now being overtaken by plants. He resisted the urge to simply lower his flamer and destroy the alien life altogether. He thought better of it. His ammunition was better spent upon the xenos scum that had caused this infestation to occur.
His battle-brothers moved beside him, only three of them left including his Veteran Sergeant, silently stalking forwards. Each one carried a shotgun in hand except Sergeant Tzenran. In his hands rested a bolt pistol and a power sword, its blade shining brightly. The familiar screech of the creatures they were hunting resonated through the air, echoing in the empty land scape. "Brothers, bear your arms with pride, for the time to do the Emperor's work has come." The sergeant's voice sounded in their head sets. Kraytirous' eye was pulled to the scuttling he saw in the edge of his vision.
With speed beyond that of any human he quickly turned and performed a swift kick, the heavy boot smashing into the jaw of a small tyranid creature, it's thin body identifying it as a gaunt. The bayonet on the end of his flamer disappeared as it was plunged into the creature's neck, ending its life. It writhed in pain as ichor and blood gushed around the wound. After it stopped twitching, Kraytirous put his boot to its head and pushed down, a sickening crunch sounding as it was crushed into the concrete. Kraytirous slid the slick bayonet out of the creature and turned to his battle brothers. It took a few moments but they all noticed the dozen or so approaching creatures rushing through the buildings, alerted by their fellow's death screams.
The scouts dove out of the way, their carapace armor clanking harshly underneath their weight as they rolled. Kraytirous brought his flamer to bear and lit the part of the forest ahead of him in cleansing promethium. Harsh flames flicked and ate at the concrete, swooshing through the remnants of the buildings and sending the plants that had grown their alight. The gaunts that were rushing through the building found themselves engulfed in holy fire. Screams of rage and agony resounded through the area. Kraytirous pulled his flamer close to him and nodded to the sergeant. They had to leave before the rest of the brood found them. They had fire works to set alight.
Age: 55
Designation:
Height: 7"5
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Physical Description: Kraytirous is a strongly built Astartes, his frame solid and thick. His muscles took very well to the augmentations made to his body, growing magnificently. His hair is short and cropped to keep it out of his helmet and his eyes are a very dark brown, nearly black in the distance.
His face is grim set, his jaw broad. The way he looks when not among friends or relaxing gives one the impression of a man that never smiles, and if he ever did his face would crack down the middle. This expression is kept around superiors.
Personality: Kraytirous is an extremely calm Astartes, even during combat he is unerringly calm. Around superiors he keeps the same, stern demeanor about him. This outwardly calm expression is generally only a cover up for the thinking going on within his super-human brain.
Around friends and fellow Battle Brothers during times of relative peace, more often during the intermission between two missions, Kraytirous is fairly social. He is not afraid to spark conversations or unleash his booming laughter.
On the Battlefield Kraytirous' only flaw lies in the fact that he occasionally lacks the imagination or courage to separate from a well organized battle plan in order to react to the carnage that is war.
Equipment:
Armour:
Mk. 7 'Imperator' Armour
- Heads-Up Display (HUD)
- Proximity Detection System
- Live-Feed Tactical Pict-Caster
- Orbit Data Feed
- InterSquad Vox link w/ External Address System
- Radiation Shielding
- Anti-Flare/Sound Dampening Autosenses
- Gas/Liquid tight Envrioment Seal
- 24 Hour Air Supply
- Servo-Assisted Load Carrying
- In-Field First-Aid System (Antiseptic/Liquid Painkiller Delivery)
- Waste Reclamation and Hydration System
Gear:
Standard Battle-Brother Equipment
- Personal Dataslate
- Position Marking Vox Beacons
- ChemLights
- Combat Rations
- Armour Repair Cement and Vac-Sealent
- FlexSteel Cord (100 ft) w/ Arrestor Gear and Mag-Grapple
- Grenade Dispenser
* 4x Frag
* 4x Krak
- Ammunition Dispenser
* 12x Pistol magazines or 10x Straight/Sickle magazines or 6x Drum/Duplus magazines
Weapons:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
History: Kraytirous was born into a normal family of generic stature on the planet of Armageddon. Up until his 14th year, Kraytrious was a quiet child but it seemed that ever since his 12th birthday he had been gradually becoming more and more social, except during times of great importance such as tests or examinations. He had always been curious about the histories of the past wars of Armageddon. War had always been the thing that he had been curious about and he quickly found himself getting one of the highest grades in his history classes.
The Omega Marines made a recruitment tour throughout Armageddon two weeks before Kraytirous' birthday. He found himself inducted as one of a group of about 600. Although he was almost positive that he had no chance of making it amongst the Emperor's finest, he refused to simply give up and not try. He would give it all and know that he failed while trying his hardest. Taken aboard the massive Battle Barges, the first trials that would decide the fate of the 600 boys were inducted. Within the first two months the number was reduced to 300, Kraytirous among them.
Although training was difficult, the psycho therapy intense and the mental conditioning extreme, Kraytirous did his best to perform up to par. Everthing asked of him, he did. If ever he was told that he had a choice as to how much he tried, he always went for the greater. Pushing himself to his mental and physical limits, Kraytirous was more surprised and proud then anyone else to find himself inducted as one of the 30 new Astartes.
Kraytirous was pleased to find that his body was very eager and accepting of the augmentations that made an Astartes a super human. The hormones affected his body exactly as intended, turning his already fit physique muscular and heavily built. He grew the fastest among his brothers-in-arms, reaching a height of 6"5 before most of the others could even bear a proper Bolter properly.
His training as a Scout commenced, his first mission being a simple seek-and-destroy in a Hive world where a major political ruler has been accused of worshiping the Dark Gods. It was by Kraytirous' hand that the Southern Wall of the building in which the man rested had been collapsed, in order to allow his Sergeant's sniper rifle to deliver the killing blow.
Many missions followed afterwards, ending with yet another seek and destroy on a Forge World conquered by an enroaching Tyranid assault force. Command had discovered an enormous fuel depot underneath the main Tyranid assault brood, where the largest creatures and digestion pools were. The scouts had been told to ignite a gas pipe that surfaced nearly 50 miles to the east of it and incinerate the creatures. It was indeed Kraytirous' hand that ignited the flamer that had been ripped from the dead hands of his fellow battle brother, which ignited the gas and sent an inferno rippling across the landscape.
Months later saw Kraytirous inducted into the Adeptus Astartes in every shape and form. His senses were acute, his mind resolute and his body fully developed into that of a Space Marine. Turned onto the 4th company, Kraytirous awaits his assignment to a tactical squad.
Sample RP:
The sky above had a sinister, green glow, reflecting the strange fauna that littered the floor beneath his feet. Kraytirous looked down through the HUD on his visor, examining the originally concrete floor that was now being overtaken by plants. He resisted the urge to simply lower his flamer and destroy the alien life altogether. He thought better of it. His ammunition was better spent upon the xenos scum that had caused this infestation to occur.
His battle-brothers moved beside him, only three of them left including his Veteran Sergeant, silently stalking forwards. Each one carried a shotgun in hand except Sergeant Tzenran. In his hands rested a bolt pistol and a power sword, its blade shining brightly. The familiar screech of the creatures they were hunting resonated through the air, echoing in the empty land scape. "Brothers, bear your arms with pride, for the time to do the Emperor's work has come." The sergeant's voice sounded in their head sets. Kraytirous' eye was pulled to the scuttling he saw in the edge of his vision.
With speed beyond that of any human he quickly turned and performed a swift kick, the heavy boot smashing into the jaw of a small tyranid creature, it's thin body identifying it as a gaunt. The bayonet on the end of his flamer disappeared as it was plunged into the creature's neck, ending its life. It writhed in pain as ichor and blood gushed around the wound. After it stopped twitching, Kraytirous put his boot to its head and pushed down, a sickening crunch sounding as it was crushed into the concrete. Kraytirous slid the slick bayonet out of the creature and turned to his battle brothers. It took a few moments but they all noticed the dozen or so approaching creatures rushing through the buildings, alerted by their fellow's death screams.
The scouts dove out of the way, their carapace armor clanking harshly underneath their weight as they rolled. Kraytirous brought his flamer to bear and lit the part of the forest ahead of him in cleansing promethium. Harsh flames flicked and ate at the concrete, swooshing through the remnants of the buildings and sending the plants that had grown their alight. The gaunts that were rushing through the building found themselves engulfed in holy fire. Screams of rage and agony resounded through the area. Kraytirous pulled his flamer close to him and nodded to the sergeant. They had to leave before the rest of the brood found them. They had fire works to set alight.
