Post by Manius Gordianus Tranquill on May 14, 2009 19:32:26 GMT
Name:Manius Gordianus Tranquillus
Age: 35
Designation:
Height: 6 Foot 7 without armor.
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: brown
Physical Description:Of a standard, muscular space marine build. He has dozens of nasty scars on his knees, lower legs, and arms, as well as a long scar over the right side of his face, just to the right of his right eye, starting at his forehead going to his chin. Shaved hair, and steely blue eyes. He has the meaty, bulging muscles of a space marine. He has notably more lower body strength than most scouts.
His teeth are crooked, yellowed, and overall unpleasant to look at. His ears are little on the large side of the scale of ear sizes. His hands are of the meat tenderizer size of many space marines, with long and thin (By comparison with his body).
As far as facial features go, he's none too pleasant to look at. His nose is long and wide, and seems out of proportion with the rest of his face. He has some stubble, though prefers to keep it short. He has one particular scar over his left eyebrow that causes his eyebrow to grow up in one spot over the scar, why it does that is a mystery to him.
His feet are quite large, as are his eyes and upper from teeth, giving him a buck-toothed appearance.
Personality:Manius has been often described as choleric, and this is true. He is easily angered, though more so he's a glory seeker. He hopes to see some true glory before e dies, and most of all, that the Black Bell of Terra shall ring for his demise. He also likes speed and freedom, hence extra lower body training. He also feels that distanced combat is too impersonal, and prefers close combat.
He takes great pleasure in the thrill and adrenaline rush of combat, and trains often so he will be able to keep winning. He also feels that no matter how vile the Xenos, they deserve to look the opponent in the eye before death, or at least see them (note: He has not yet encountered Necron or Tyranid, so this will likely change at some point). unfortunately for the Tech adepts of the OmegaMarines, he somehow feels the need to use whatever weapon he is handed s a bludgeon. He does so for a one reason, the crack of bones is satisfying, and it just doesn't come from blades or bullets.
Armour:Scout Armour
- Left eye hud with 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:
Dataslate
Rebreather mask with 6 hours of 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 Bandoleer
4 Frag Grenades
4 Krak grenades
12 Pistol Magazines
Weapons: Mk. 3 Bolt pistol, Combat knife,
History: Manius was born on a Death World covered in deserts.. The Rigorum, somewhere in the Segementum Ultima. Some time ago, thousands of years ago, Angels had descended on wings of fire to gather the best and strongest to take them to the stars to endlessly fight the scourges of the universe.
He was born into a nomadic tribe that roamed the vast desert covering the planet after some sort of Nuclear Holocaust during the age of Apostasy. During this time he trained, he was there to guard the tribe from the countless beats, ranging from massive lions, to god-like Hawks of the valley of Roc.
This all changed when they wandered into the valley of Roc to get past, to get to the landing site of angels borne through the skyby wings of fire. Thrust there by the gods to find the finest and bring them to the stars. Then there was a roar, a gout of death. As it turned out, the Dragon God of Death the Nomads worshiped, was not a meager myth.
The beast swiftly killed a majority of the women and children, and the men who were not warriors didn't last more than a few minutes against it. Manius fared tolerably, though only lasted as long as he did because he wasn't the nearest one to the beast, as he constantly danced around it, lashing out. The beast had thick scales though, and he frequently had to draw the blades of fallen warriors against it.
After about 20 minutes, the monstrosity collapsed. Manius had finally knocked loose a few scales on it's belly, and struck through. He was uncertain of what he had hit, but it did the job of killing the best. As it fell, it sent forth a burst of flame, costing one of the four surviving warriors their left hand.
A group of OmegaMarines had landed several days beforehand to find potential recruits. A squad had been searching in that general direction for a short while, though the huge bursts of flame gave them a particular location to search. Something had to be going on there, whether it be Xeno incursion, tribal battle, or some machine developed by the tribesmen. In any case, someone figured that it would get somewhere productive.
They arrived an hour or two after the battle had ended, finding a dead beast, as well as three badly injured tribesmen, and numerous burned corpses. One had died of infection, while the others had died of deep lacerations and burning. It was decided that one of these men had felled the beast, and to kill such a massive thing was a heroic feat to a normal human, and to do so with a blade was something else entirely. They were taken back to camp and later put through the first batch of enhancements, one of the three's bodies rejected it and died.
Early in their career as scouts, one of the two died in an incursion with Orks, leaving only Manius from the Valley of Roc. This was only some two years ago, and Manius had not been present throughout that campaign, busy running reconnaissance on Eldar in a nearby system. He determined that the Eldar had a small encampment, though did not have access to any machines of war. The sergeant he had reported to mentioned teleporting, and two months later Manius learned that a captain had deployed a squad of tactical marines to destroy it.
In the time since, Manius hasn't seen much deployment. A couple of simple reconnaissance missions, though nothing worth mentioning aside from a brief incursion with Tzeentch cultists. (See the RP sample for some more detail)
Sample RP: A Tzeentch cult had been discovered on a backwater world, it was based on Worland Primus IV with members on Worland Minor VI. A squad of scouts had been deployed via thunderhawk to scout out the position on Worland Minor VI. The scouts received their orders onboard, "Manius, you'll go in and check out the enemy position. Eldritch, see what you can do about sniping targets Manius spots with some of those silenced rounds you received. Once Manius determines their strength, Lucius and Nigel will go in to to clear it out if possible, Understood?" All the scouts nodded and said "Yes" silently in response.
They all filed out of the thunderhawk, and began the operation.
Manius drew his Bolt pistol and knife, then closed in on the enemy camp. He glanced around the entrance, a large wooden gate with two sniper towers around it. fortunately, they were unoccupied. "They have sniper towers, un-manned though, maybe just off for a quick break." Manius then worked his way around to the western side of the wall, "Careful, they have patrols along the walls. They travel in groups, so sniping won't work." he then advanced to the rear, "There's a nasty gash on the southern end of the building, we could slip through. I'll be advancing through to check out the camp.
Upon entering, Manius was silently astonished at what was within, massive pillars of flesh and bone, surrounded by hideous and deformed mutants, "Throne, mutants everywhere". Manius quickly shook his head, "They're well armed too, for civilians at least. Autoguns and lasrifles, lots of em." he then took a deep breath before continuing, "a forget it, I'm moving in." Whispered Manius over the Vox, before charging towards the group, bolt pistol blazing ,"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
He rushed into the mass of mutants, hacking through veins and blowing out brains at random. A few swipes from the mutants hurt, really, really badly. His rage was furious, with a shout he rammed his bolt pistol through the skull of the nearest mutant, meanwhile the patrols readied their weapons, shortly before getting sniped. After shooting out the brains of a couple more mutants, his clip was empty, he didn't care. He started ramming the butt of his pistol into anything nearby before following through with his knife.
After a few more minutes of this, he got easily flicked aside by one mutant, and only saw his squad move in, bolters drawn, before he passed out.
He awoke on board the ship, same sleeping quarters he usually shared with his squad. After noticing he was awake, Darcius rolled him on the floor, and kicked him, "You're no Assault marine, not yet at least." Chimed Darcius, then Eldritch added, "If you keep this up, you'll end up in a coffin, if your lucky."
Have You Read The Rules?: For The Emperor
Age: 35
Designation:
Height: 6 Foot 7 without armor.
Hair Colour: Red
Eye Colour: brown
Physical Description:Of a standard, muscular space marine build. He has dozens of nasty scars on his knees, lower legs, and arms, as well as a long scar over the right side of his face, just to the right of his right eye, starting at his forehead going to his chin. Shaved hair, and steely blue eyes. He has the meaty, bulging muscles of a space marine. He has notably more lower body strength than most scouts.
His teeth are crooked, yellowed, and overall unpleasant to look at. His ears are little on the large side of the scale of ear sizes. His hands are of the meat tenderizer size of many space marines, with long and thin (By comparison with his body).
As far as facial features go, he's none too pleasant to look at. His nose is long and wide, and seems out of proportion with the rest of his face. He has some stubble, though prefers to keep it short. He has one particular scar over his left eyebrow that causes his eyebrow to grow up in one spot over the scar, why it does that is a mystery to him.
His feet are quite large, as are his eyes and upper from teeth, giving him a buck-toothed appearance.
Personality:Manius has been often described as choleric, and this is true. He is easily angered, though more so he's a glory seeker. He hopes to see some true glory before e dies, and most of all, that the Black Bell of Terra shall ring for his demise. He also likes speed and freedom, hence extra lower body training. He also feels that distanced combat is too impersonal, and prefers close combat.
He takes great pleasure in the thrill and adrenaline rush of combat, and trains often so he will be able to keep winning. He also feels that no matter how vile the Xenos, they deserve to look the opponent in the eye before death, or at least see them (note: He has not yet encountered Necron or Tyranid, so this will likely change at some point). unfortunately for the Tech adepts of the OmegaMarines, he somehow feels the need to use whatever weapon he is handed s a bludgeon. He does so for a one reason, the crack of bones is satisfying, and it just doesn't come from blades or bullets.
Armour:Scout Armour
- Left eye hud with 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:
Dataslate
Rebreather mask with 6 hours of 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 Bandoleer
4 Frag Grenades
4 Krak grenades
12 Pistol Magazines
Weapons: Mk. 3 Bolt pistol, Combat knife,
History: Manius was born on a Death World covered in deserts.. The Rigorum, somewhere in the Segementum Ultima. Some time ago, thousands of years ago, Angels had descended on wings of fire to gather the best and strongest to take them to the stars to endlessly fight the scourges of the universe.
He was born into a nomadic tribe that roamed the vast desert covering the planet after some sort of Nuclear Holocaust during the age of Apostasy. During this time he trained, he was there to guard the tribe from the countless beats, ranging from massive lions, to god-like Hawks of the valley of Roc.
This all changed when they wandered into the valley of Roc to get past, to get to the landing site of angels borne through the skyby wings of fire. Thrust there by the gods to find the finest and bring them to the stars. Then there was a roar, a gout of death. As it turned out, the Dragon God of Death the Nomads worshiped, was not a meager myth.
The beast swiftly killed a majority of the women and children, and the men who were not warriors didn't last more than a few minutes against it. Manius fared tolerably, though only lasted as long as he did because he wasn't the nearest one to the beast, as he constantly danced around it, lashing out. The beast had thick scales though, and he frequently had to draw the blades of fallen warriors against it.
After about 20 minutes, the monstrosity collapsed. Manius had finally knocked loose a few scales on it's belly, and struck through. He was uncertain of what he had hit, but it did the job of killing the best. As it fell, it sent forth a burst of flame, costing one of the four surviving warriors their left hand.
A group of OmegaMarines had landed several days beforehand to find potential recruits. A squad had been searching in that general direction for a short while, though the huge bursts of flame gave them a particular location to search. Something had to be going on there, whether it be Xeno incursion, tribal battle, or some machine developed by the tribesmen. In any case, someone figured that it would get somewhere productive.
They arrived an hour or two after the battle had ended, finding a dead beast, as well as three badly injured tribesmen, and numerous burned corpses. One had died of infection, while the others had died of deep lacerations and burning. It was decided that one of these men had felled the beast, and to kill such a massive thing was a heroic feat to a normal human, and to do so with a blade was something else entirely. They were taken back to camp and later put through the first batch of enhancements, one of the three's bodies rejected it and died.
Early in their career as scouts, one of the two died in an incursion with Orks, leaving only Manius from the Valley of Roc. This was only some two years ago, and Manius had not been present throughout that campaign, busy running reconnaissance on Eldar in a nearby system. He determined that the Eldar had a small encampment, though did not have access to any machines of war. The sergeant he had reported to mentioned teleporting, and two months later Manius learned that a captain had deployed a squad of tactical marines to destroy it.
In the time since, Manius hasn't seen much deployment. A couple of simple reconnaissance missions, though nothing worth mentioning aside from a brief incursion with Tzeentch cultists. (See the RP sample for some more detail)
Sample RP: A Tzeentch cult had been discovered on a backwater world, it was based on Worland Primus IV with members on Worland Minor VI. A squad of scouts had been deployed via thunderhawk to scout out the position on Worland Minor VI. The scouts received their orders onboard, "Manius, you'll go in and check out the enemy position. Eldritch, see what you can do about sniping targets Manius spots with some of those silenced rounds you received. Once Manius determines their strength, Lucius and Nigel will go in to to clear it out if possible, Understood?" All the scouts nodded and said "Yes" silently in response.
They all filed out of the thunderhawk, and began the operation.
Manius drew his Bolt pistol and knife, then closed in on the enemy camp. He glanced around the entrance, a large wooden gate with two sniper towers around it. fortunately, they were unoccupied. "They have sniper towers, un-manned though, maybe just off for a quick break." Manius then worked his way around to the western side of the wall, "Careful, they have patrols along the walls. They travel in groups, so sniping won't work." he then advanced to the rear, "There's a nasty gash on the southern end of the building, we could slip through. I'll be advancing through to check out the camp.
Upon entering, Manius was silently astonished at what was within, massive pillars of flesh and bone, surrounded by hideous and deformed mutants, "Throne, mutants everywhere". Manius quickly shook his head, "They're well armed too, for civilians at least. Autoguns and lasrifles, lots of em." he then took a deep breath before continuing, "a forget it, I'm moving in." Whispered Manius over the Vox, before charging towards the group, bolt pistol blazing ,"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
He rushed into the mass of mutants, hacking through veins and blowing out brains at random. A few swipes from the mutants hurt, really, really badly. His rage was furious, with a shout he rammed his bolt pistol through the skull of the nearest mutant, meanwhile the patrols readied their weapons, shortly before getting sniped. After shooting out the brains of a couple more mutants, his clip was empty, he didn't care. He started ramming the butt of his pistol into anything nearby before following through with his knife.
After a few more minutes of this, he got easily flicked aside by one mutant, and only saw his squad move in, bolters drawn, before he passed out.
He awoke on board the ship, same sleeping quarters he usually shared with his squad. After noticing he was awake, Darcius rolled him on the floor, and kicked him, "You're no Assault marine, not yet at least." Chimed Darcius, then Eldritch added, "If you keep this up, you'll end up in a coffin, if your lucky."
Have You Read The Rules?: For The Emperor
