Post by Diaclois Amores on Apr 6, 2009 21:17:18 GMT
Name: Diaclois Amores
Age: 122
Designation: Battle Brother
Height: 6 feet 9 inches
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Description:
Diaclois has always been a very diminutive man, even after being accepted as a space marine. Not quite seven feet, one could almost mistake him for a man, was it not for his disproportionate body and bulging muscles. He is shy and apprehensive, and his features reflect this. His face is not harsh and cold, like other marines, but soft and kind, if weathered. It gives him a depressing appearance. He rarely smiles, and only very sadly when he does, as though he regrets the news.
His hair is a dark brown, long enough to flow down to his shoulders. It contrasts deeply with his sickly looking yellow-green eyes. Along his body are dozens of cuts and gashes from growing up in the wilderness. The deepest of these cuts runs from his back up to the left side of his face, causing the very bottom of the face, on the left side, to be horribly scarred. This wound was caused by a Tyranid Warrior, it’s poisonous talons preventing the wound from being healed.
Personality:
He is very shy, and would prefer to stand in a corner by himself rather than talk with the others. He is somewhat depressed, and has very low self-confidence, and is reluctant to admit a victory, even going so far as to make excuses if he wins at something. Because he does not believe in himself, he is almost always found either practicing close combat or at the firing range, trying to increase his skills.
He has almost no friends, but the very few that he does, he is staunchly loyal to. He would lay down his life if someone he called a friend was in danger. He believes in not causing trouble, and not challenging authority, and prefers to not be noticed. He spends most of his free time either in the training room practicing or in his dorm, meditating or checking his gear.
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:
- 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
* 10x Sickle magazines
Weapons:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat knife
Krak grenades
Frag Grenades
History
Diaclois grew up on a forest world, out on the fringes of society. He was abandoned at a young age, but before a wild animal could kill him, a loner appeared. The man was surprised, to say the least, at finding a six year old boy wandering the forest. When the man asked where he had come from, Diaclois could give no answer. The man, though suspicious, did not question him. Instead, he named the boy Diaclois Amores and took him under his wing, and they travelled together, living off the land and defending against the many beasts that lived on the planet.
One day, Diaclois noticed a very thin layer of fine powder over the forest. At the time, he did not think much of it, though it did seem strange to him when he thinks back. Over the next few hours though, the plant life around them grew exponentially. The rampant growth seemed to only happen where the layer of powder was, not in any of the cave. As Diaclois and the man grew suspicious, they went to a small clearing. Looking up they saw a thing of dread. A mighty living sky, its tendrils creeping across the world, blotting out the sun, leaving them in darkness.
The man told him to run into the caves. His voice was wracked with fear. Diaclois did as he was told. Only ten at the time, he sprinted to the home-cave, where even the wild beasts could not reach them. He pulled out his weapon, a curved long-knife, and wondered whether the caves would be enough to stave off the sky beast. If its mere presence was enough to make the plants flourish, surely it could make the rocks move and twist at its call?
Diaclois stopped, hearing no footsteps. He turned. The man was gone. Diaclois ran back, retracing his steps, looking for the man. Finally, he found the man’s sword, glowing with incandescent runes. Diaclois stopped and stared at it with wonder. It had never done that before.
Diaclois noticed that the blade was covered in a sickly green blood. Had the sky beast unleashed it’s fury on the man? Suddenly, Diaclois heard a noise. Spinning around, he saw a gigantic, six-limbed beast, two legs and four talons that looked like they could slice through the ground itself. The beast screeched and charged. Barely raising his knife to block, the power behind the blow sent him skidding backwards, the knife flying out of his hands.
Diaclois watched in horror as the beast slowly crept towards him, as though it knew its prey could not escape. His tunic drenched in sweat, Diaclois was paralyzed in fear. Casting a glance around, his eyes were drawn to the sword. Picking it up, he swung just as the beast began its attack. All five blades were locked, and as Diaclois pushed harder and harder, the runes glowed deeper and deeper, until finally there was a flash of light, and Diaclois passed out.
From the forest two men came. Standing nearly eight feet tall, they were clad in armor and carried swords and talismans. They had watched the fight and were impressed by what they saw. They took the sword and Diaclois up into a spaceship of immense size, healing his wounds. They told him they were Omega Marines, and that he could join them if he passed their tests.
Sample RP:
Splashdown. Diaclois thought. It still scared him, even if it was a simulation. As the doors of the drop pod lowered, he could hear the sound of bolter fire and lasguns. Diaclois jumped out of the pod, and automatically ran for the nearest cover, a burnt out Leman Russ. After safely behind cover, he took a few slow, deep breathes to calm himself down. Their “mission” was to storm the heretics’ bunker. He took a quick peek, locating the bunker. Approximately twenty meter, at ten o’clock. An easy run. After a final deep breath, he burst from cover, he and his battle-brothers charging the bunker. Lasguns fired at the squad, bouncing off the ceramite armor. After the charge, Diaclois and the rest of the squad stormed inside the bunker. A few quick rounds finished off all of the mutants on the main level.
Diaclois moved down the steps, quickly sweeping across the room as he entered a side room, he heard a grunt from behind the door. He pivoted his acute senses and keen reflexes allowing him to raise his bolter and block a blow from a bayonet. The blow shook him, knocking him backwards. He dropped into a fighting crouch, watching his opponent.
Crap he thought It's an Ogryn. They were almost a match for a space marine. Almost. He twisted, dodging another bayonet stab, and grabbed onto the ripper gun. Taking it and hurling it across the room, now they were both unarmed. As the Ogryn finally realized what was happening, he flailed his limbs wildly, nearly taking Diaclois’ head off his shoulders. Diaclois dodged again, now to the Ogryns back, and kicked high, knocking the heretic out. He stomped on its head, crushing it between his boots, and sighed. Diaclois fetched his bolter and made his way upstairs to join his battle-brothers.
Age: 122
Designation: Battle Brother
Height: 6 feet 9 inches
Hair Color: Brown
Physical Description:
Diaclois has always been a very diminutive man, even after being accepted as a space marine. Not quite seven feet, one could almost mistake him for a man, was it not for his disproportionate body and bulging muscles. He is shy and apprehensive, and his features reflect this. His face is not harsh and cold, like other marines, but soft and kind, if weathered. It gives him a depressing appearance. He rarely smiles, and only very sadly when he does, as though he regrets the news.
His hair is a dark brown, long enough to flow down to his shoulders. It contrasts deeply with his sickly looking yellow-green eyes. Along his body are dozens of cuts and gashes from growing up in the wilderness. The deepest of these cuts runs from his back up to the left side of his face, causing the very bottom of the face, on the left side, to be horribly scarred. This wound was caused by a Tyranid Warrior, it’s poisonous talons preventing the wound from being healed.
Personality:
He is very shy, and would prefer to stand in a corner by himself rather than talk with the others. He is somewhat depressed, and has very low self-confidence, and is reluctant to admit a victory, even going so far as to make excuses if he wins at something. Because he does not believe in himself, he is almost always found either practicing close combat or at the firing range, trying to increase his skills.
He has almost no friends, but the very few that he does, he is staunchly loyal to. He would lay down his life if someone he called a friend was in danger. He believes in not causing trouble, and not challenging authority, and prefers to not be noticed. He spends most of his free time either in the training room practicing or in his dorm, meditating or checking his gear.
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:
- 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
* 10x Sickle magazines
Weapons:
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat knife
Krak grenades
Frag Grenades
History
Diaclois grew up on a forest world, out on the fringes of society. He was abandoned at a young age, but before a wild animal could kill him, a loner appeared. The man was surprised, to say the least, at finding a six year old boy wandering the forest. When the man asked where he had come from, Diaclois could give no answer. The man, though suspicious, did not question him. Instead, he named the boy Diaclois Amores and took him under his wing, and they travelled together, living off the land and defending against the many beasts that lived on the planet.
One day, Diaclois noticed a very thin layer of fine powder over the forest. At the time, he did not think much of it, though it did seem strange to him when he thinks back. Over the next few hours though, the plant life around them grew exponentially. The rampant growth seemed to only happen where the layer of powder was, not in any of the cave. As Diaclois and the man grew suspicious, they went to a small clearing. Looking up they saw a thing of dread. A mighty living sky, its tendrils creeping across the world, blotting out the sun, leaving them in darkness.
The man told him to run into the caves. His voice was wracked with fear. Diaclois did as he was told. Only ten at the time, he sprinted to the home-cave, where even the wild beasts could not reach them. He pulled out his weapon, a curved long-knife, and wondered whether the caves would be enough to stave off the sky beast. If its mere presence was enough to make the plants flourish, surely it could make the rocks move and twist at its call?
Diaclois stopped, hearing no footsteps. He turned. The man was gone. Diaclois ran back, retracing his steps, looking for the man. Finally, he found the man’s sword, glowing with incandescent runes. Diaclois stopped and stared at it with wonder. It had never done that before.
Diaclois noticed that the blade was covered in a sickly green blood. Had the sky beast unleashed it’s fury on the man? Suddenly, Diaclois heard a noise. Spinning around, he saw a gigantic, six-limbed beast, two legs and four talons that looked like they could slice through the ground itself. The beast screeched and charged. Barely raising his knife to block, the power behind the blow sent him skidding backwards, the knife flying out of his hands.
Diaclois watched in horror as the beast slowly crept towards him, as though it knew its prey could not escape. His tunic drenched in sweat, Diaclois was paralyzed in fear. Casting a glance around, his eyes were drawn to the sword. Picking it up, he swung just as the beast began its attack. All five blades were locked, and as Diaclois pushed harder and harder, the runes glowed deeper and deeper, until finally there was a flash of light, and Diaclois passed out.
From the forest two men came. Standing nearly eight feet tall, they were clad in armor and carried swords and talismans. They had watched the fight and were impressed by what they saw. They took the sword and Diaclois up into a spaceship of immense size, healing his wounds. They told him they were Omega Marines, and that he could join them if he passed their tests.
Sample RP:
Splashdown. Diaclois thought. It still scared him, even if it was a simulation. As the doors of the drop pod lowered, he could hear the sound of bolter fire and lasguns. Diaclois jumped out of the pod, and automatically ran for the nearest cover, a burnt out Leman Russ. After safely behind cover, he took a few slow, deep breathes to calm himself down. Their “mission” was to storm the heretics’ bunker. He took a quick peek, locating the bunker. Approximately twenty meter, at ten o’clock. An easy run. After a final deep breath, he burst from cover, he and his battle-brothers charging the bunker. Lasguns fired at the squad, bouncing off the ceramite armor. After the charge, Diaclois and the rest of the squad stormed inside the bunker. A few quick rounds finished off all of the mutants on the main level.
Diaclois moved down the steps, quickly sweeping across the room as he entered a side room, he heard a grunt from behind the door. He pivoted his acute senses and keen reflexes allowing him to raise his bolter and block a blow from a bayonet. The blow shook him, knocking him backwards. He dropped into a fighting crouch, watching his opponent.
Crap he thought It's an Ogryn. They were almost a match for a space marine. Almost. He twisted, dodging another bayonet stab, and grabbed onto the ripper gun. Taking it and hurling it across the room, now they were both unarmed. As the Ogryn finally realized what was happening, he flailed his limbs wildly, nearly taking Diaclois’ head off his shoulders. Diaclois dodged again, now to the Ogryns back, and kicked high, knocking the heretic out. He stomped on its head, crushing it between his boots, and sighed. Diaclois fetched his bolter and made his way upstairs to join his battle-brothers.
