Post by Roland Muleto on Mar 24, 2009 18:54:16 GMT
Name: Roland Muleto
Age: 48
Designation:
Height: 6'7"
Hair Colour: Light brown
Physical Description:
Roland is short for a space marine, probably the shortest one in the fourth company and maybe the entire chapter. Compared to the battle-brothers he would seem he is an unmodified human, except for his muscles where he seems to compensate his lack of height with his width, far away from human standards and more than respectable for a marine. On the left side of his head is his other distinguishable feature : the bionic that hide the wound he received from the renegade warlord Carles, one that nearly took his life and gained him a place in the chapter.
In comparison to his body his face is rather plain. He wears the haircut of the Basconeans warriors, long hair tied at the back of the head and cut short at the front. More remarkable would be his dark eyes, very expressives, which can go in an instant from the most jovial friendship to pure hatred, eyes that are, as the proverb says, he real window to his heart.
Personality:
Roland is a tool of destruction, the mighty hand of the Emperor. He knows it and just loves it. To him, war is his sacred duty and his greatest pleasure. In fact he doesn't seem to be the same men in battle and on board the Deliverance.
In times of peace Roland is a contemplative man, not very talkative, prone to meditation and solitary work like gear and weapon maintenance or even art, being quite a sculptor.
In the flames of battle however he seems to reveal himself. Joyous, resolute and brave, he inspire his brothers scouts. He will always have an ironic or humoristic word to raise the spirits of the squad.
Rash and undisciplined he is a worry of his sergeant. A glory-seeker, he will take thoughtless risks to achieve shining victory. Close combat adept he favors short-range battles and charges.
As a space marine Roland knows no fear, except for one : drop ships. Being unable to make his own way is most frustrating to him and he has little confidence when depending on the capacities of a pilot.
Having been a follower of the imperial cult for a decade and a half before his induction, Roland has kept some of his world's traditions and superstitions in spite of the chapter endoctrination.
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:
Roland was born around 960M41 on the feudal world of Bascone a small planet in close orbit to a red dwarf named Emperor's eye. The cloudy planet, daughter of a dying star, is a cold and dark home to its inhabitants, the gigantic red ball in the sky barely providing enough light and heat to sustain vegetable and human life. Due to the size of their sun and its "gifts of life" to the Basconeans they came to revere it as the manifestation of the God-Emperor, reading its will in the radiations level, light intensity and sometimes in the sunspots or the partial eclipses caused by Bascone's three satellites.
The time was one of war as the Armageddon sector just got out of a serie of ork raid leds by the infamous Gazghkull Thrakka. All was good under the ever vigilant Eye until the late 972M41 and the loss of the agri-world of Chigon 17. With the menace of an incoming waaagh the imperial forces were forced to abandon their secondary garrisons to reinforce the vital worlds, many men were enlisted, many resources collected to feed the armies of the imperium, even more than before since the loss of a major food source for the whole sector. A local cult of Chaos took advantage of the subsequent disorganization to reveal itself on Bascone and establish its dictatorship. Most of the nobility led vasts parts of the population, exceeded by the increasing taxes on their poor world, in a bloody rebellion. Only the loyalty of the governor's astropath enabled the imperium to have word of the treachery and elements of the fifth company of the Omega Marines were sent to break down the rebellion.
Arriving on the planet the marines, under the command of force commander Barzeus, found a well established corrupted nobility, leading armies of well disciplined et military proficient warriors touched by the favors of the Chaos gods. Against them a loyal population, vastly superior in terms of number, but greatly surpassed in military training and leadership.
Seeing the opportunity Barzeus decided to take command of the loyalist army. Soon, relieved by the presence of the mighty marines, trained and leaded by century-old military experts, the Basconeans began the counter-attack. In a matter of weeks, the loyalists had turned the table, the ferocity of the chaos warriors balanced by the resolution of their enemies and then swept by the sheer force of number. Among them was a thirteen year old rider, son of a blacksmith, Roland.
Soon, the only rebel citadel was the planetary capital, Paillard, a mighty stronghold filled with only the bests. Thousand loyal citizens of the Imperium of mankind fell to the claws and fangs of the mutated cultists or burned by the sorcery of the warp. Only a handful men were able to stand at the side of the Omega Marines until the last dungeon. Roland was following them, the younger and wounded having been thrown into battle when the lasts reserves appeared insufficient. There, he proved himself by slaying single handedly Carles the red feet, one of the most feared of the self-proclaimed queen Jossia.
Noticed by Barezus, Roland was deemed a worthy warrior and was offered the choice to join the ranks of the chapter. Proud of the honor, the boy couldn't refuse. The librarians scanned his spirit in search of the corruption that has been unleashed on Bascone and found nothing. He was then taken on the cruiser Virtus and given the genetic material of the chapter.
Scout training, psychological indoctrination and genetic augmentation were terribles trials but eventually Roland succeeded and soon became a full trained scout attached to the fifth company. War came as rapidly as the sector was each day more threatened by rising ork lords and others troublemakers. He saw his first actions on the asteroïds belt of Vylen against the Lucia's geno-heretics, followed by the campaign of Yant and the pacification of Antelia Penitent.
Then came Armageddon. Twenty years have passed since his introduction in the tenth company and Roland had proved his potential but was disregarded as a hothead and a troublemaker. He was transferred with his squad to assist the fourth company in the plains of Anthrand. While the Omega Marines gained glory for the defense of Ghattana Bay in the famous dreadnought battle, Roland's squad saw action on the fortified line of Primus south. He then took part in the desastrous rescue attempt in the Dust Bowl crater. Wounded many times he fought desesparatly for twenty days alongside with the trapped Armageddon Steel Legion. Eventually the diminished scout managed to infiltrate and desorganize one of the main blocus camp, allowing three battered regiment to break through. During the action he brought death to mek Zitnog and disabled the "death field" which had repelled the imperials attacks, earning himself great consideration.
Having survived the war he was deemed worthy of the title of battle-brother and inducted in the fourth company at the age of 38. The sword known as "fourth company" may have been shattered on Armageddon, but the one called Roland has been plunged in the fire of battle, hammered on the anvil of war and had emerged as one of the finest weapon of the imperium.
Sample RP:
The drop pod shuddered as it came through the atmosphere of Antelia Penitens. Roland hated this, he hated this from the bottom of his heart. The drop. Being unable to move, to be there like a sitting duck, a perfect prey for anti-aircraft defense. He could accept losing his life in battle, while killing the enemies of the God-Emperor, but not there, in the open sky, where death would mean nothing.
Then came the shock, the intense deceleration of the landing and even before the doors opened another fall of several seconds.
What the hell happened?
Roland's question found its answer when the squad disembarked right in the middle of the prison they were supposed to land on. The roof must have been weakened by the fights during the prisoners uprising and the weight and speed of the drop pod allowed them to fell through.
"All squad, assemble and reckon, said Quintus. We must make junction with squad Agrippa."
Before the counting came to his number, fire fell from the higher levels as the prisoners arrived to catch them. The scouts jumped to cover in the cell an both sides. The situation was bad, they were pinned down by heavy fire coming from a higher position. The well constructed prison wouldn't have been too difficult to take for the fourth company's strike force Alpha, but they were now suppose to break out... exactly what the designers wanted to avoid.
Already rebels were gathering in the security post, readying themselves to engage the marines. Roland decided to take the chance and run to it, barely escaping a rain of fire from above. The armored glass was here to stop riots, not a full clip of bolts and a marine in scout armor. He jumped through, crushing enemies as well, draw his chainsword and began slaughtering them. They were many but he had just shaken them with his unexpected charge.
Soon, they pulled themselves together and he was caught in trouble against a dozen prisoners. Taken down, he was saved only by the arrival of Quintus, who finished the last ones.
"In the holy name of the Emperor, roared the sergeant, what the hell were you thinking rushing all by yourself? Do you wish to get killed? Never do that again if you want to stay in my squad."
Roland looked down.
"You have my deepest apologies."
His tone seemed quite repentant. Quintus kew better than accepting it without doubt but at least it was an improvement compared to the first months.
"Now, shall we kick the hell out of these rebels, sarge ?"
Age: 48
Designation:
Height: 6'7"
Hair Colour: Light brown
Physical Description:
Roland is short for a space marine, probably the shortest one in the fourth company and maybe the entire chapter. Compared to the battle-brothers he would seem he is an unmodified human, except for his muscles where he seems to compensate his lack of height with his width, far away from human standards and more than respectable for a marine. On the left side of his head is his other distinguishable feature : the bionic that hide the wound he received from the renegade warlord Carles, one that nearly took his life and gained him a place in the chapter.
In comparison to his body his face is rather plain. He wears the haircut of the Basconeans warriors, long hair tied at the back of the head and cut short at the front. More remarkable would be his dark eyes, very expressives, which can go in an instant from the most jovial friendship to pure hatred, eyes that are, as the proverb says, he real window to his heart.
Personality:
Roland is a tool of destruction, the mighty hand of the Emperor. He knows it and just loves it. To him, war is his sacred duty and his greatest pleasure. In fact he doesn't seem to be the same men in battle and on board the Deliverance.
In times of peace Roland is a contemplative man, not very talkative, prone to meditation and solitary work like gear and weapon maintenance or even art, being quite a sculptor.
In the flames of battle however he seems to reveal himself. Joyous, resolute and brave, he inspire his brothers scouts. He will always have an ironic or humoristic word to raise the spirits of the squad.
Rash and undisciplined he is a worry of his sergeant. A glory-seeker, he will take thoughtless risks to achieve shining victory. Close combat adept he favors short-range battles and charges.
As a space marine Roland knows no fear, except for one : drop ships. Being unable to make his own way is most frustrating to him and he has little confidence when depending on the capacities of a pilot.
Having been a follower of the imperial cult for a decade and a half before his induction, Roland has kept some of his world's traditions and superstitions in spite of the chapter endoctrination.
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:
Roland was born around 960M41 on the feudal world of Bascone a small planet in close orbit to a red dwarf named Emperor's eye. The cloudy planet, daughter of a dying star, is a cold and dark home to its inhabitants, the gigantic red ball in the sky barely providing enough light and heat to sustain vegetable and human life. Due to the size of their sun and its "gifts of life" to the Basconeans they came to revere it as the manifestation of the God-Emperor, reading its will in the radiations level, light intensity and sometimes in the sunspots or the partial eclipses caused by Bascone's three satellites.
The time was one of war as the Armageddon sector just got out of a serie of ork raid leds by the infamous Gazghkull Thrakka. All was good under the ever vigilant Eye until the late 972M41 and the loss of the agri-world of Chigon 17. With the menace of an incoming waaagh the imperial forces were forced to abandon their secondary garrisons to reinforce the vital worlds, many men were enlisted, many resources collected to feed the armies of the imperium, even more than before since the loss of a major food source for the whole sector. A local cult of Chaos took advantage of the subsequent disorganization to reveal itself on Bascone and establish its dictatorship. Most of the nobility led vasts parts of the population, exceeded by the increasing taxes on their poor world, in a bloody rebellion. Only the loyalty of the governor's astropath enabled the imperium to have word of the treachery and elements of the fifth company of the Omega Marines were sent to break down the rebellion.
Arriving on the planet the marines, under the command of force commander Barzeus, found a well established corrupted nobility, leading armies of well disciplined et military proficient warriors touched by the favors of the Chaos gods. Against them a loyal population, vastly superior in terms of number, but greatly surpassed in military training and leadership.
Seeing the opportunity Barzeus decided to take command of the loyalist army. Soon, relieved by the presence of the mighty marines, trained and leaded by century-old military experts, the Basconeans began the counter-attack. In a matter of weeks, the loyalists had turned the table, the ferocity of the chaos warriors balanced by the resolution of their enemies and then swept by the sheer force of number. Among them was a thirteen year old rider, son of a blacksmith, Roland.
Soon, the only rebel citadel was the planetary capital, Paillard, a mighty stronghold filled with only the bests. Thousand loyal citizens of the Imperium of mankind fell to the claws and fangs of the mutated cultists or burned by the sorcery of the warp. Only a handful men were able to stand at the side of the Omega Marines until the last dungeon. Roland was following them, the younger and wounded having been thrown into battle when the lasts reserves appeared insufficient. There, he proved himself by slaying single handedly Carles the red feet, one of the most feared of the self-proclaimed queen Jossia.
Noticed by Barezus, Roland was deemed a worthy warrior and was offered the choice to join the ranks of the chapter. Proud of the honor, the boy couldn't refuse. The librarians scanned his spirit in search of the corruption that has been unleashed on Bascone and found nothing. He was then taken on the cruiser Virtus and given the genetic material of the chapter.
Scout training, psychological indoctrination and genetic augmentation were terribles trials but eventually Roland succeeded and soon became a full trained scout attached to the fifth company. War came as rapidly as the sector was each day more threatened by rising ork lords and others troublemakers. He saw his first actions on the asteroïds belt of Vylen against the Lucia's geno-heretics, followed by the campaign of Yant and the pacification of Antelia Penitent.
Then came Armageddon. Twenty years have passed since his introduction in the tenth company and Roland had proved his potential but was disregarded as a hothead and a troublemaker. He was transferred with his squad to assist the fourth company in the plains of Anthrand. While the Omega Marines gained glory for the defense of Ghattana Bay in the famous dreadnought battle, Roland's squad saw action on the fortified line of Primus south. He then took part in the desastrous rescue attempt in the Dust Bowl crater. Wounded many times he fought desesparatly for twenty days alongside with the trapped Armageddon Steel Legion. Eventually the diminished scout managed to infiltrate and desorganize one of the main blocus camp, allowing three battered regiment to break through. During the action he brought death to mek Zitnog and disabled the "death field" which had repelled the imperials attacks, earning himself great consideration.
Having survived the war he was deemed worthy of the title of battle-brother and inducted in the fourth company at the age of 38. The sword known as "fourth company" may have been shattered on Armageddon, but the one called Roland has been plunged in the fire of battle, hammered on the anvil of war and had emerged as one of the finest weapon of the imperium.
Sample RP:
The drop pod shuddered as it came through the atmosphere of Antelia Penitens. Roland hated this, he hated this from the bottom of his heart. The drop. Being unable to move, to be there like a sitting duck, a perfect prey for anti-aircraft defense. He could accept losing his life in battle, while killing the enemies of the God-Emperor, but not there, in the open sky, where death would mean nothing.
Then came the shock, the intense deceleration of the landing and even before the doors opened another fall of several seconds.
What the hell happened?
Roland's question found its answer when the squad disembarked right in the middle of the prison they were supposed to land on. The roof must have been weakened by the fights during the prisoners uprising and the weight and speed of the drop pod allowed them to fell through.
"All squad, assemble and reckon, said Quintus. We must make junction with squad Agrippa."
Before the counting came to his number, fire fell from the higher levels as the prisoners arrived to catch them. The scouts jumped to cover in the cell an both sides. The situation was bad, they were pinned down by heavy fire coming from a higher position. The well constructed prison wouldn't have been too difficult to take for the fourth company's strike force Alpha, but they were now suppose to break out... exactly what the designers wanted to avoid.
Already rebels were gathering in the security post, readying themselves to engage the marines. Roland decided to take the chance and run to it, barely escaping a rain of fire from above. The armored glass was here to stop riots, not a full clip of bolts and a marine in scout armor. He jumped through, crushing enemies as well, draw his chainsword and began slaughtering them. They were many but he had just shaken them with his unexpected charge.
Soon, they pulled themselves together and he was caught in trouble against a dozen prisoners. Taken down, he was saved only by the arrival of Quintus, who finished the last ones.
"In the holy name of the Emperor, roared the sergeant, what the hell were you thinking rushing all by yourself? Do you wish to get killed? Never do that again if you want to stay in my squad."
Roland looked down.
"You have my deepest apologies."
His tone seemed quite repentant. Quintus kew better than accepting it without doubt but at least it was an improvement compared to the first months.
"Now, shall we kick the hell out of these rebels, sarge ?"
will be done quickly.
