Post by Tiberius Valerius on Apr 16, 2009 5:31:35 GMT
Name: Tiberius Valerius
Age: 137
Designation:
Height: 7 feet 5”
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Physical Description: Standing at average height for a battle brother, Tiberius displays brown eyes that can appear harder than ceramite. The nose displays a natural size and has suffered cartilage damage, combining to give him a rugged, human look that can suddenly become piercing, to the disconcertment of those on the receiving end. A faint scar, whitened with age, beginning on the left side of his neck and continuing up to jaw, is a memory of his time as a scout during the Armageddon Campaign.
While no higher than the average Astartes, Tiberius is broader than average, appearing top heavy and seeming off balance when moving at walking pace. Large shoulders support his arms, which are both thicker and more powerful than normal. His torso, while larger due to his breadth, maintain the natural muscled appearance of a battle brother, with a round, white mark to the right and above the heart, touching the junction between clavicle and ribcage. Tiberius has a bionic right hand, suffered during the campaign in the Solar Segmentum.
Personality: Tiberius is a naturally social character, with a ready smile and uplifting words to give. However, a marine’s duty rarely gives an opportunity for such gifts, and Tiberius finds that in combat, such words can be a distraction to his brethren. To curb this, he often gives only short encouragement in response to speech from his brothers during battle.
Tiberius has often found himself attached to brothers armed with larger heavy weapons, and has found that opponents will go to great lengths in order to silence these weapons. In these fights Tiberius has often fought against assailants at a very short distance, leading to an inordinate amount of small nicks and dents in his armour, as well as a replacing of the Servos that allow his suit to move. Regardless, Tiberius continues to insist on carrying a bolter into battle, rather than the more efficient chainsword, quoting that as his brothers avoid close combat wherever possible, he should have no need for such a weapon.
While outside of battle, Tiberius can be found training for the next battle, or repairing his wargear, an inclination that he claims came from his family. Preparing for the next battle also brings him into contact with other marines, something that Tiberius is grateful for. He has never felt totally comfortable in space, given the solitude and long periods of waiting, and has always felt out of place in the lull between battles.
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
Weapons
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
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
10x Sickle magazines
Additional Equipment as required by Mission Parameters
History:
Born to a captain in the Planetary Defence Forces, it was expected that Tiberius would follow in the footsteps of his father, perhaps even becoming a member of the Imperial Guard command structure. This changed after his eleventh birthday, when a ganger, attempting to lay low following a robbery, stumbled into the family’s home, demanding food and shelter, in exchange for the lives of the people inside. With his mother and younger sister in danger, Tiberius did not hesitate, taking his fathers spare laspistol, and giving the intruder nothing more than a 2” hole in the skull.
Such an incident was not seen by the Omega marines, but the incident was indirectly responsible for his induction. A few years later, hoards of Chaos worshippers poured from the undercity, along with treachery in the PDF. Woefully outnumbered, the Hive asked for any available help from any source, and Tiberius was forced into service alongside whoever else could fight. Bolstered by the arrival of the 4th company of the Omega Marines, the Imperial Forces staged a bloody counterattack, directly towards the centre of the Undercity, where a debased shrine to the chaos gods stood. Every available man was thrown into the attack, with the fear of Deamonic incursion foremost in the minds of many. During the attack, Tiberius acquitted himself well, and his unit was responsible for tying up a defence force of the shrine. Tiberius and his squadmates used the cities twisting and turning tunnels to great effect, staging a hit –and – run campaign against the army, and were present for the final assault. This 14 year old was noticed by one of the Omega marines during the assault, and soon underwent a selection period, along with other members of the Hive. Out of 318 hopefuls, Tiberius was one of the 8 selected to undergo the physical surgery. Three died during the process, and another two were killed during the training required for an initiate to become a full scout.
As a scout Tiberius saw combat and death during the Third war for Armageddon. Joining in the fight for Gate IX, Tiberius’ scout squad was posted next to a Devastator squad, on hill overlooking a battlezone. Tiberius himself was not armed with a Sniper rifle, but rather a combat shotgun, and was sorely unable to take part in the fighting, until late in the battle, when a unit of Stormboyz penetrated Imperial lines and used their jumpacks to reach the hill upon which the marines were standing. Tiberius first warning of their approach was when a Stormboy landed face – first in front of him, bounced up and attempted to cleave his head in two. Only his reflexes saved him, and he still bears the scar.
Participating in the assault on facility twelve, and the subsequent operations afterwards, Tiberius was promoted to full battle brother during the mop – up operations. He was given this honour after leading his squad during a strike on an ork Rok. With his sergeant incapacitated, Tiberius fell back on his memories of his hive, and began a series of hit and run strikes designed to draw ork forces away from the critical systems, allowing full battle brothers to attack through the weakened defences and cause a critical reaction in the rok’s engine.
Tiberius then served during the defence of Lalinta, as well as assisting in the clearing of space hulks during the support of the Star Dragons. During one of these clearings, an Iron warrior managed to take off his hand, before suffering the fate of all traitors. Tiberius had it replaced with a bionic and has often tinkered with the device, complaining that it is still not perfectly attuned to the Emperor’s will.
Sample RP:
Perfect silence belied the sinister shapes that crawled among the dark, dim lit passages of the space hulk. It seemed impossible that something could survive in such a dark place, but this Hulk must be searched and purified before it could be salvaged. This job fell to the Space Marines, the Emperor’s greatest warriors, for there had been talk of the taint of chaos on this ship. Thus it was, in this dank, unpressurised room, that the Emperor’s will must be done.
Were it done quickly. Thought Tiberius, his eyes searching this way and that as his fellow brother’s took up positions next to the doors. This was but one of many cleansed by Tiberius and his brothers in the hunt for the foe, and Tiberius still harboured memories of what had happened on the last, the pain as the traitor had struck. Emperor’s will, but he could move fast, and it was only grace that had saved Tiberius. Looking down at his hand, Tiberius beheld the bionic, whirring as it responded to his thought patterns, each of his fingers moving in time as he clenched the joints.
Shaking off the melancholy of his thoughts, Tiberius joined the squad as they moved through the ship, each member taking it in turn to move, before finding cover and staring into the blackness ahead. Finding themselves at a junction, the team stopped, scanning above and behind themselves, bolters always at the ready.
++MOVE OUT, ALPHA TEAM LEFT++ came the order. Tiberius opened his vox.
‘May the Emperor watch over us,’ he exclaimed as he motioned with his weapon, allowing the other two members of Alpha team to move up, interposing themselves between the rest of the squad and any possible threat. Swinging to follow them, Tiberius clanged on to the deck and moved out.
Roughly a kilometre later, alpha team was still moving steadily, with no sign of an enemy.
There must be something. Far be it for the Iron warriors to avoid a bolthole.
Every movement taut, the three marines turned the corner, and beheld another dull dark stretch of corridor.
With one exception.
The large, armoured figure of an Iron Warrior stared back, before letting loose a howl and charging. His hand reached for the chainsword at his belt before thumbing the activation switch. With a roar, the chainsword started up, chattering as the weapon’s teeth struck the guard.
‘Move, brother!’ the cry went up from another member of Alpha team. Tiberius flung himself to the side as his brothers’ brang their bolters up, each firing with a distinctive ‘Whoomph.’ Explosions sounded in the corridor, each blotted out by the helmets automatic dampeners. But nothing could slow the warrior. He was struck, three, four rounds igniting as they struck, failing to penetrate the ancient armour protecting the traitor.
With a rising trepidation, Tiberius realised that he would fight another Iron Warrior in the space of two missions. But he could not let his brothers down. With a cry of ‘The Emperor protects!’ Tiberius hurled himself at the enemy.
The Chainsword slammed into his left pauldron, scattering chips of ceramite and stumbling Tiberius, but he held on long enough to push back, using his bulk as a shield and a ram. The warrior grunted as Tiberius struck home, losing his grip on the chainsword. Instead, Tiberius felt the warrior attempting to crush him, grabbing at the back of his armour and hugging with great strength. Tiberius grunted as the two superhuman physiques pushed against each other, immovable object against unstoppable force. Attempting to find space between himself and the traitor, Tiberius shoved, pushing against the Iron warrior with his bolter, succeeding in breaking the Traitor’s hold.
With a growl, the Iron warrior clamped his hand on Tiberius’ head, lifting high in the air. Tiberius struggled as the grip tightened over his helm, obscuring his view. Tiberius watched out of the corner of his eye as the warrior laughed, before howling in pain and dropping to his knees. Tiberius shuddered as his armour took the force of the blast, and he realised that one of his brothers had shot the traitor in the leg. Standing to his feet, Tiberius forced the barrel of his bolter directly into the cavity between head ad torso. With another ‘Whoomph’, the bolter discharged, flinging ceramite chips everywhere. Tiberius closed his eyes as the explosion battered him, but the round had done its job. The Iron Warrior lay slumped on the floor, with a large cavity in his torso, and no head.
Given the lack of available places, I am going for Battle - brother. Feel free to give criticism and comments.
Age: 137
Designation:
Height: 7 feet 5”
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Physical Description: Standing at average height for a battle brother, Tiberius displays brown eyes that can appear harder than ceramite. The nose displays a natural size and has suffered cartilage damage, combining to give him a rugged, human look that can suddenly become piercing, to the disconcertment of those on the receiving end. A faint scar, whitened with age, beginning on the left side of his neck and continuing up to jaw, is a memory of his time as a scout during the Armageddon Campaign.
While no higher than the average Astartes, Tiberius is broader than average, appearing top heavy and seeming off balance when moving at walking pace. Large shoulders support his arms, which are both thicker and more powerful than normal. His torso, while larger due to his breadth, maintain the natural muscled appearance of a battle brother, with a round, white mark to the right and above the heart, touching the junction between clavicle and ribcage. Tiberius has a bionic right hand, suffered during the campaign in the Solar Segmentum.
Personality: Tiberius is a naturally social character, with a ready smile and uplifting words to give. However, a marine’s duty rarely gives an opportunity for such gifts, and Tiberius finds that in combat, such words can be a distraction to his brethren. To curb this, he often gives only short encouragement in response to speech from his brothers during battle.
Tiberius has often found himself attached to brothers armed with larger heavy weapons, and has found that opponents will go to great lengths in order to silence these weapons. In these fights Tiberius has often fought against assailants at a very short distance, leading to an inordinate amount of small nicks and dents in his armour, as well as a replacing of the Servos that allow his suit to move. Regardless, Tiberius continues to insist on carrying a bolter into battle, rather than the more efficient chainsword, quoting that as his brothers avoid close combat wherever possible, he should have no need for such a weapon.
While outside of battle, Tiberius can be found training for the next battle, or repairing his wargear, an inclination that he claims came from his family. Preparing for the next battle also brings him into contact with other marines, something that Tiberius is grateful for. He has never felt totally comfortable in space, given the solitude and long periods of waiting, and has always felt out of place in the lull between battles.
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
Weapons
Mk. 5b 'Godwyn' Pattern Bolter
Combat Knife
Frag Grenades
Krak Grenades
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
10x Sickle magazines
Additional Equipment as required by Mission Parameters
History:
Born to a captain in the Planetary Defence Forces, it was expected that Tiberius would follow in the footsteps of his father, perhaps even becoming a member of the Imperial Guard command structure. This changed after his eleventh birthday, when a ganger, attempting to lay low following a robbery, stumbled into the family’s home, demanding food and shelter, in exchange for the lives of the people inside. With his mother and younger sister in danger, Tiberius did not hesitate, taking his fathers spare laspistol, and giving the intruder nothing more than a 2” hole in the skull.
Such an incident was not seen by the Omega marines, but the incident was indirectly responsible for his induction. A few years later, hoards of Chaos worshippers poured from the undercity, along with treachery in the PDF. Woefully outnumbered, the Hive asked for any available help from any source, and Tiberius was forced into service alongside whoever else could fight. Bolstered by the arrival of the 4th company of the Omega Marines, the Imperial Forces staged a bloody counterattack, directly towards the centre of the Undercity, where a debased shrine to the chaos gods stood. Every available man was thrown into the attack, with the fear of Deamonic incursion foremost in the minds of many. During the attack, Tiberius acquitted himself well, and his unit was responsible for tying up a defence force of the shrine. Tiberius and his squadmates used the cities twisting and turning tunnels to great effect, staging a hit –and – run campaign against the army, and were present for the final assault. This 14 year old was noticed by one of the Omega marines during the assault, and soon underwent a selection period, along with other members of the Hive. Out of 318 hopefuls, Tiberius was one of the 8 selected to undergo the physical surgery. Three died during the process, and another two were killed during the training required for an initiate to become a full scout.
As a scout Tiberius saw combat and death during the Third war for Armageddon. Joining in the fight for Gate IX, Tiberius’ scout squad was posted next to a Devastator squad, on hill overlooking a battlezone. Tiberius himself was not armed with a Sniper rifle, but rather a combat shotgun, and was sorely unable to take part in the fighting, until late in the battle, when a unit of Stormboyz penetrated Imperial lines and used their jumpacks to reach the hill upon which the marines were standing. Tiberius first warning of their approach was when a Stormboy landed face – first in front of him, bounced up and attempted to cleave his head in two. Only his reflexes saved him, and he still bears the scar.
Participating in the assault on facility twelve, and the subsequent operations afterwards, Tiberius was promoted to full battle brother during the mop – up operations. He was given this honour after leading his squad during a strike on an ork Rok. With his sergeant incapacitated, Tiberius fell back on his memories of his hive, and began a series of hit and run strikes designed to draw ork forces away from the critical systems, allowing full battle brothers to attack through the weakened defences and cause a critical reaction in the rok’s engine.
Tiberius then served during the defence of Lalinta, as well as assisting in the clearing of space hulks during the support of the Star Dragons. During one of these clearings, an Iron warrior managed to take off his hand, before suffering the fate of all traitors. Tiberius had it replaced with a bionic and has often tinkered with the device, complaining that it is still not perfectly attuned to the Emperor’s will.
Sample RP:
Perfect silence belied the sinister shapes that crawled among the dark, dim lit passages of the space hulk. It seemed impossible that something could survive in such a dark place, but this Hulk must be searched and purified before it could be salvaged. This job fell to the Space Marines, the Emperor’s greatest warriors, for there had been talk of the taint of chaos on this ship. Thus it was, in this dank, unpressurised room, that the Emperor’s will must be done.
Were it done quickly. Thought Tiberius, his eyes searching this way and that as his fellow brother’s took up positions next to the doors. This was but one of many cleansed by Tiberius and his brothers in the hunt for the foe, and Tiberius still harboured memories of what had happened on the last, the pain as the traitor had struck. Emperor’s will, but he could move fast, and it was only grace that had saved Tiberius. Looking down at his hand, Tiberius beheld the bionic, whirring as it responded to his thought patterns, each of his fingers moving in time as he clenched the joints.
Shaking off the melancholy of his thoughts, Tiberius joined the squad as they moved through the ship, each member taking it in turn to move, before finding cover and staring into the blackness ahead. Finding themselves at a junction, the team stopped, scanning above and behind themselves, bolters always at the ready.
++MOVE OUT, ALPHA TEAM LEFT++ came the order. Tiberius opened his vox.
‘May the Emperor watch over us,’ he exclaimed as he motioned with his weapon, allowing the other two members of Alpha team to move up, interposing themselves between the rest of the squad and any possible threat. Swinging to follow them, Tiberius clanged on to the deck and moved out.
Roughly a kilometre later, alpha team was still moving steadily, with no sign of an enemy.
There must be something. Far be it for the Iron warriors to avoid a bolthole.
Every movement taut, the three marines turned the corner, and beheld another dull dark stretch of corridor.
With one exception.
The large, armoured figure of an Iron Warrior stared back, before letting loose a howl and charging. His hand reached for the chainsword at his belt before thumbing the activation switch. With a roar, the chainsword started up, chattering as the weapon’s teeth struck the guard.
‘Move, brother!’ the cry went up from another member of Alpha team. Tiberius flung himself to the side as his brothers’ brang their bolters up, each firing with a distinctive ‘Whoomph.’ Explosions sounded in the corridor, each blotted out by the helmets automatic dampeners. But nothing could slow the warrior. He was struck, three, four rounds igniting as they struck, failing to penetrate the ancient armour protecting the traitor.
With a rising trepidation, Tiberius realised that he would fight another Iron Warrior in the space of two missions. But he could not let his brothers down. With a cry of ‘The Emperor protects!’ Tiberius hurled himself at the enemy.
The Chainsword slammed into his left pauldron, scattering chips of ceramite and stumbling Tiberius, but he held on long enough to push back, using his bulk as a shield and a ram. The warrior grunted as Tiberius struck home, losing his grip on the chainsword. Instead, Tiberius felt the warrior attempting to crush him, grabbing at the back of his armour and hugging with great strength. Tiberius grunted as the two superhuman physiques pushed against each other, immovable object against unstoppable force. Attempting to find space between himself and the traitor, Tiberius shoved, pushing against the Iron warrior with his bolter, succeeding in breaking the Traitor’s hold.
With a growl, the Iron warrior clamped his hand on Tiberius’ head, lifting high in the air. Tiberius struggled as the grip tightened over his helm, obscuring his view. Tiberius watched out of the corner of his eye as the warrior laughed, before howling in pain and dropping to his knees. Tiberius shuddered as his armour took the force of the blast, and he realised that one of his brothers had shot the traitor in the leg. Standing to his feet, Tiberius forced the barrel of his bolter directly into the cavity between head ad torso. With another ‘Whoomph’, the bolter discharged, flinging ceramite chips everywhere. Tiberius closed his eyes as the explosion battered him, but the round had done its job. The Iron Warrior lay slumped on the floor, with a large cavity in his torso, and no head.
Given the lack of available places, I am going for Battle - brother. Feel free to give criticism and comments.
