Crippled, eyeless, toothless psyker who was chemically castrated. Basically, we had a 3-psyker group so our GM included a few extra options on the psyker table, one of which was roll again.

Ended up becoming a sickeningly powerful telepath, and dying when the AdMech crashed a satellite station he was into a meteorite storm.

Hiveborn Moritat assassin. Acts more than a little insane (once turned a severed flying eel head into a hand puppet and named it Sgt. Blast Hardcheese), but is really just a paranoid, manipulative bastard making everyone think he's harmlessly insane so that no one pays much attention to him and he can do more or less as he pleases.

Currently in use: A noseless, green-dreadlocked Void-Born assassin with a preference for sniping.
General history is that aboard his homeship, his brother was paid to kill his father, who was the ship's lawkeeper, who was in turn killed by my PC, who then fled the ship. His mother ended up as an insane AdMech assassiness who's trying to kill her failure of a son for killing her eldest. Who she incidentally believes deserved it, for killing his dad.
Weird shit.

In before Castus Grendel.

Castus Grendel.

>>4126340
>>4126347
In after Castus Grendel

>>4126340
>>4126347
>>4126359

So samefag it hurts

So who's Castus Grendel?

>>4126386
Actually, the last one wasn't. First two probably were, but I have no way of knowing for sure, so I'm not going to even speculate.

>>4126441
This thread is now about Samefag identification.

>>4126458
...No it's not.

My guy is a Hiveworld(noble)Guardsman. He has dark skin, dark green hair, with green eyes, and has got a lot of piercings, he looks, acts, and speaks like a punk, but he's 34 years old, so w/e.

The story about how my guy came to be an acolyte was he joined up with a group of acolytes that was on the planet he was stationed at( They were the other PC's, I missed the first day of the game, so the GM had to introduce me some way.)I was "hired" by the groups inquisitor, after helping the PC's with a bar fight, to help them out, really he was planning that I was just going to be a meat shield for them.

Here's the thing of it, out of the original group of five (me, psyker, assassin, SoB, and a Tech priest.) I was the only one to survive.

Everyone got fucked up, the biggest ones were the SoB taking a bolt round to the chest, and the tech priest running into a building, just for it to take a basilisk shell a few seconds later (place we were at was getting attacked by the PDF.)

I made it out, and the Inquisitor was impressed and embarrassed that the one he hired to take the groups bullets lived.

>>4126213

Mikaeel Farran, guardsman who specialises in flame weapons.

Arsenal;
Handflamers (dual wield of course) flamer, heavy flamer (when nessecary, usually mounted in Rhino), flamebomb spitting grenadelauncher (when them heretics be too far away) and some molotovs if need arises..
In close combat, he uses one of them small welding devices (can't remember the name as I don't possess the sheets right now) and an axe.

He's robed in heat-resisting suit and gasmask, whole thing is clad with flak armour.

>>4126495

COAST TO COAST

I sorta made an arbitrator sorta based off of Rick Deckard.

Trenchcoat! Handcannon (with 'The Jury' etched down the barrel)! Smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish.

Also, he could take a lot of punishment.

His crowning moment? Impact critical hit to the head of the Heretek near the end of the first campaign.

Haven't played yet, but if I ever do, I'm going for the "farmworld bumpkin recruit" if only to justify my asking "The who-what now?" every five minutes.

Salem Ignatius "Vinegar" Palazzo.

A distinguished gentleman bounty hunter who could shoot the spit out of any ork's mouth from 20 nautical miles away. Favoured a highly customized hunting rifle with flamethrower attachment and wielded a chainsaber. Also carried an equally customized heavy stubber as a "sidearm".

Was eventually exploded to death by the damnable xenos, but not before he used up all his ammunition.

>>4126505
This is kinda weird as player, but his awesomest moment was when he almost died;
He was rushing a room/corridor with cultists in it, flamer in hand and laughing his ass off. He spots the cult leaders bodyguard at the end of corridor and sprints towars him, firing away.
What this guy does? Runs directly to the flame (we later discovered he was a mutant with natural armour of some sort) and rifle-butts the shit out Farran's head! It was kinda epic, GM rolled openly and fucker got righteous fury! My char slipped into unconsciousness and the burning house almost crashed on him.

Volg Hive Scum, member of the Brotherhood of Thollos; pallid, wiry, grey hair and grey eyes. Speaks very little, and is only interested in getting paid. Former Slam dealer, he's happy to sell it to the other acolytes, but refueses to take any himself. As a result, he's quickly became the strongest of the group, as everyone else keeps having their Strength and Agility permanently reduced. DM is pretty shitty about that I think, since a few bad rolls has left our Adept stronger than our Guardsman. Carries a hack shotgun and a pair of phobos stubbers, as well as a mercy killer for himself.

>>4126565
a sniper rifle with a flamethrower has got to the the most oxymoronic thing I've heard.

Serverus Drake

looks like that dude with a trench coat and moar grimdark

feral worlder space cowboy from a Falllout like planet who rolled a mutation for divination that gave him extra wounds and allows him to feel no pain he also sharpens his teeth to points due to his feral world superstition. he's an arbite in terms of stats but is really just a vigilante who went from settlement to settlement fucking up criminals. before being conscripted to the inquisition.

Voidborn albino psyker with fangs and claws, specializing in biomancy. Bionic eyes.

My most recent DH character was an Imperial world Guardsman. He was a tough, lanky git with a lho-stick addiction, and he wandered around in full uniform carring an overcharged lasgun, an autogun and a pump-action shotgun on his person at all times.

He even managed to survive having his primary arm blown off when the cell faced down a small chaos cult. Didn't have to burn a fate point or anything, just lay there on the floor bleeding until the only acolyte with Medicae regained consciousness. Sadly the campaign ended with the defeat of the cult, he was fun to play.

>>4126631

A true gentleman is prepared for anything.

>>4126635 Mary Sue

>>4126213
Roth Kelkin

A noble born on a Hive-World, he made the mistake of severely angering a Commissar. He was thrown into a prison unit, and joined the group on a whim (they happened to be fucking around at the base my unit was at, their tech-priest deactivated my explosive collar).

After getting so many insanity points, my DM decided I got Recurring Nightmares; in my sleep, I would be assaulted by infinite legions of commissars.

There were also a few acolytes stationed on our ship that were former commissars.

He was, of course, a Guardsman. Favored Demolitions, esp. his awesome custom grenade launcher. Never actually got a chacne to die, because we never finished that campaign.

Lemmy, Imperius Janitorius.

I spitshine the golden throne.

>>4126493
I've got a guy who is kind of like that.

>>4126213
Harlem, Imperial World (Agri-World) Scum. An orphan who ran away from a foster family because he got bored with farm life and took it upon himself to become a two-bit criminal. His first day started when the Arbites (who he'd been playing informant for) kicked down his door and bundled him into a van and told him he was being conscripted to act as local knowledge for the Inquisition.

After introductions, being thrown to the floor by the Guardswoman ("can't blame her, women are crazy like that") and he finds himself out in the middle of fucking nowhere staring down some giant cannibalistic mutant and its huge axe in a shrine to a perverted version of the local saint. He doesn't take a single hit, the Inquisitorial acolytes around him getting pasted, and does most of the damage dealt to the thing with a looted sword and his mighty WS of 29. He'd have boasted that he was the finest swordsman in all of his homeworld if the acolytes he was playing guide to hadn't started to develop a strange and unnatural hunger right afterwards.

Harlem has yet to be influenced by malign powers, or fail to see through the illusions surrounding heretical statues. I didn't pick the Untouchable package and the GM is asking after family details. I don't like where this is going at all.

Uskanda Belfert

A feral world guardsmen who had the unfortunate incident of being dropped during childbirth. He's dumb as a door knob, has the personality of a rock but was strong as an ox. Unfortunately my character kept the party down as I kept tripping and setting off traps as well as ruining incidents that could have otherwise been solved diplomatically (ex: During negotiations with a ship captain over payment my character ripped his arm off).

Last session a bloodletter nearly finished my party until my guardsmen, holding satchels of grenades all primed to go suicide bombed the deamon.

The bloodletter was severely hurt but still managed to keep it together. My character also through sheer force of will, luck, the emperor was also still barely alive. My final act with Uskanda was to use my one good arm and hold his leg so it couldn't move. And lo behold, his retard strength wins the day and immobilizes the daemon.

This gave my other party members enough time to get their act together and fill the daemon with hot lead.

As the party members gathered around my character's badly maimed body I gave a final farewell speech.

"Uskanda do good? Uskanda please the emperor?"

To which our priest choked back "Yes Uskanda... you did so good the Emperor decided to allow you to rest for the rest of your life"

My character smiled his dumb retard smile and replied "Uskanda happy..."

I play a techpriest that is obviously aroused by machines and describes all technology is a creepy way and makes crude innuendo.

Totally worth having my friends look at me like a creep.

Venris Wollsey.

Noble born assassin who's obsessed with hunting. His family's wealth comes from trading, so he can afford to go to far off places to hunt big game xenos.

Techpriest who sees themselves as a "Tank whisperer", stroking vehicles and whispering reassurances to them, talks to servitors as though they were people, talks to people as though they were dogs.

>>4126707
strangely enough I rolled for everything except the teeth that was me yeah that was over doing it a little

>>4126889
Does... does he wear a pith helmet?

I play a young (rolled lowest possible age) Cleric from the Great Chantries of Tarsus with something to prove to his mother and dad. He's trying to balance a faith in the emperor with the ability to scheme out large plans. Needless to say I'm waiting for my DM to try and throw a demon pact for some super-extra-fun RPing

Sniper Ignatius Wolfe from Gunmetal City

43 years old when he finally retired (at the end of a very long career). With his divination and gunmetal bonuses and advances, he had a BS of 68, an Agility of 50, a Perception of 60, and an Intelligence of 50.

He carried a highly modified hunting rifle (scope, match-grade trigger, cheek rest, lever-action...enough to add a +10 to ballistic tests) and two highly modified Carnodon hand cannons (red-dot sights as well as a custom grip and match-grade trigger, which the DM decided added an additional +10 to ballistic tests) as well as a mono-edged finely crafted long knife.

His crowning moment was rolling 10 righteous fury hits with his Carnodons to the head of an Ork Warboss in the opening round of combat. Ork Warboss, needless to say, died.

He was the only character to have survived not only the opening adventure, but all the Purge The Heretic adventures, and 3 DM generated ones.

He is now successfully retired, though the DM has said that if I want to bring him out of retirement, I can start advancing him along one of the other career-paths for the Guardsman (so he'd be a Sniper-Storm Trooper or Sniper-Commander)

Of course, I think my DM wants me to bring him out of retirement just so he can kill Wolfe.

Severus Barbosa.

Born to the well known Barbosa family in Gunmetal City on Scintilla. His family is the formost producer of firearms, and even provide 30% of adeptus arbites' light guns. As a noblemen in gunmetal city, he often deals with the "dregs" of society, and is one. Hailing from said city, he specialzes in the use of handguns, and carries 7 pistols of different makes and models, which he calls his "7 deadly arms". As an acolyte in the service of the holy inquisition, he provides firepower due to his connections, and a level of diplomatic power from his upbringing.

>>4126782
Your death was magnificent. You've won at Dark Heresy.

>>4126782
MANLY TEARS

>>4126948

Oh, forgot to mention....Wolfe's WS was a piddly 23, his strength a medicore 29, and his toughness a mediocre 30. His fellowship was fairly low too.

The DM just rolled really shittily when trying to deal damage and I played smart, I made use of cover, picked my shots, and always ran like fuck when something big, mean, and carrying a large blunt object came running at me.

the character I rolled before him, a schola progenium arbitrator, got pasted in the very first fight of the very first campaign.....one of the guys who jumps you in the alley....righteous fury about 13 times.....to the head.

Aria Thinderson
Sister of Battle, Militant Branch
A bossy stern leader of the party, questioned her inquistor and was declared heretical by said inquistor untill later in the day it was revealed he was commiting heresy himself, summoning tzeench demons. So she disposed of him and the demons single-handlely while the party failed there fear checks and were to busy vomiting to aid her. She used 2 faith and burned 1 to survive the combat.

I feel like rolling a new character right now...

Playing a Sister of Battle who was born on a Feral world and then sent to a Schola. Just this incredibly tall angry chick with a flamer. Basically a typical sister of battle with the whole constant righteous anger thing, just a bit on the dim-witted side. She's come close to killing other acolytes about twice.
The first time the Psyker said that calling down extermenatus on a plant was 'wrong'. The second time the Assassin mentioned the idea salvaging Eldar Weapons. He had to expend a fate point to survive and got mind-scrubbed..

By the way, Sisters of battle are -ridiculously- overpowered.

Garret Nymira

Born on an imperial agri world but didn't want to be a farmer, he struck out as a trader turned criminal pirate for a while before being captured and forced to serve an inquisitor.

Now for the most part he wasn't anything special but during the climax of one of our campaigns, a mutant warlord was trying to escape into the warp in a transport ship.

My character piloted a merchant ship and flew it straight onto the enemy ship. Before it impacts, he dons a space suit and opens the airlock to escape into the void.

The ship successfully rams in just as it hits warp and the massive debris get sucked into the warp portal.

Later in a different campaign the mutant warlord comes back... only fucking huge and daemonic. Knowing they couldn't win, Garret stalls the mutant while the rest of the party escapes, in my character's last act he opens the air lock and both fly into the void and die. Although this time my character had no suit.

Kalis
36 year old Feral World Psyker recently recruited to the Templar Calix of the Scholastica Psykana.
Tall, toned, black hair/ yellow eyes; tattooed skin and scars all over her body from needles.

Was about to be executed by her tribe, who had grown to fear her for her strange personality and psychic talents, but then an Inquisition arrived, killing most of the tribe and salvaging her.

Working as a imperial psyker, on missions with her squad she honed her psychic and physical talents, whilst in her spare time she studied what she could and told fortune for a little extra money. Though she does not have the greatest will, she makes up for it in knowledge of the warp.

Kalis tends to have terrible luck (I roll 9s a lot), manifesting psychic phenomenon often. One such time she wound up possessed by a demon of Tzeentch, becoming an unbound daemonhost. It stayed covert for a while then after some chaos on the ship was exorcised by a group of grey knights and Sisters. The whole group, already disliking Kalis after the demon's acts, were forced to go through trials to prove they were not possessed, and passed but became more hostile towards Kalis. Free from the daemon, Kalis retained a few of its psychic powers but her body and mind were cracked. She later manifested a manifestation; white wings, but now manages to conceal them with her biomancy abilities. She is about to go through rigorous Templar training as part of her new path.


...My GM likes fan supplements, hence surviving the possession... Fun roleplay anyway.

Lysander, Hive Ganger scum the group lovingly refers to as Lies.

Lanky and quick little weasel of a man, he was a former gofer as a juve for a genestealer cult upon an Egyptian themed planet where he acquired an Eye of Ra-esque illegal Electoo over his right eye. Cult was purged, he was clean, Inquisitor let him follow after the long blathering about repenting. He hides the electoo being a very nice pair of Manoculars and serves as the Inquisitors own little snitch and scout. The armored greatcoat really has that House Delaque thing going on.

His Ballistic skill isn't -too- bad but being a weedy little git he's much more than willing to take as many unfair advantages as possible as he's more concerned with his personal gain than anything else.

>>4127107

My favorite bit of dickery was on the Hive world they were at least. He sought out the local gangs in the seedy parts of the lower levels and heard word of a Gang war. So he sets up meeting with the more powerful faction to sell some scrap and weaponry the groups assasin wanted to pawn from the last planet that ended in exterminatus.

After the meeting he high tailed it away and ended up in a bar with one of the middlemans enforcers and like magic watched him get stalked by a rival gang member. One quick trip outside and a stubber bullet to the back of his head as bombs went off on the upper levels and he'd gotten the entire group caught up in a ganger war which luckily revealed Heresy on the opposing side.

The following purge made the gang he threw in with the most powerful one on the planet and to make a long story short, after three sessions of Fellowship rolls (what I had made him for, to be the groups face) He was a full fledged made man on the systems forge world, had his own juve, retrieved an Arvus for the groups use with a few black spots in it to pack drugs for inter-system delivery and with a little help from the goons of the enforcer who'se life he saved muscled himself a power loader that he's having the groups Techpriest armor up as a scout sentinel.

...it would be pretty win to play a campaign just using the mary sues listed here.

>>4126782

Uskanda lives in us all!

His death is a shining beacon all imperial citizens should strive to be. Simple and unwavering in their faith and dedication to the emperor. He gave his life so you could live yours, what have YOU done for the Imperium lately?

>>4126782
Was anyone tempted to nominate Uskanda for Sainthood?

Gareth Densfeld. A cowardly guardsman who joined up to escape his wife that he was forced to marry after he knocked her up (his only request was that they would make it look like he was conscripted so he would appear a big damned hero for answering the call instead of a complete idiot for volunteering). He hated her because she constantly chastised him for being a complete failure and resented the child for chaining him to the marriage but still managed to fake a teary goodbye to them.

While in the guard, he constantly used the "But I have a wife and child! *sob* I only wish I could see their faces again.." lines in vain to try to escape some of the more hazardous guardsman duties while he concocted a plan to escape the guard as he wasn't willing to die in some godforsaken battle for something he barely believed in.

This caught the inquisitor's eye as Gareth was "obviously" a good family man and he needed reliable men for his mission. He joined up with the rest of the party while still trying to weasel himself out of any conflict that might endanger himself. Eventually he came up with the bright idea that if the party went MIA/ turned up KIA, he'd be declared MIA/KIA too. He could then live out the rest of his pathetic existence on some hiveworld(didn't say he was smart). He abandons the party in their time of need and locks them in a certain death situation. Two of the party members escape his trap and track him down. He tries to spin some bullshit about how the inquisitor is corrupted by chaos and he can't be sure who to trust (hence why he betrayed them) but the two don't buy it and he finally gets what's coming to him. *BLAM*

He survived longer than I thought he would meaning I could flesh him out a bit and it was nice to play a dick for a change (and the GM/ rest of the players were alright with me playing him as such a douche)

>>4127145

I think we were all too awestruck by that moment to do anything. Although on certain somber moments are party pays homage to Uskanda and the way the Emperor guided his strong hand.

>>4127164
Interesting to hear of a character who was actually an out and out dick and a detriment to his group. What did the other players think of him?

Currently, a female Assassin who just graduated from the Assassin Death cult where she was picked up from. Might be hot, if her body wasn't covered in scars from simply surviving for so long. Currently she's extremely frightened things with too many limbs, giving away her real name and losing a wolfskin she killed her self.

The wolfskin is named scruffles and basically Linus' blanket.

>>4127164
>>4127107

GENTLEMAN! BEGIN THE DICK-OFF.

>>4127432

Dick off you say? well. The groups Assasin once challenged him to sneak into the Sororita's room and take a lewd picture of her.

normally, this would be suicide save for they fact they'd already sexed each other once just before fighting a bunch of Necron while the group was split up before that world went through Exterminatus. She was a feral worlder so it was a little easier to get her into that warrior unfing spirit. So he knows he can survive potentially if caught. Plus, she had an unspoken crush on the Inquisitor that He'd pried away from the groups Psyker so it wasn't like she'd run to him and show the picture.

After a hillarious tribute to metal gear solid and some fast talk about her needing to get dressed imediatly and that the herectics were counter attacking, he got away. Best part, Made a cool 280 thrones out of it and because the assasin was a dumbass and threatened her with blackmail she DID end up talking to the inquisitor and Mr.Assasin got Mindscrubbed. Easiest 280 thrones he ever made and didn't even have to give up the picture.

Katarina Soin

A Sororitas who went along the Dialogous path, was with the party because the Inquisitor and the Canoness of her coven knew each other. Party was using a Tau ship, which had a Tau AI on board. I'm thinking, I SHOULD try killing them all now, because Emprah and all that, but I want to play a bit longer than one session so I just make her really suspicious of the rest of the group. We fly to a world the Tau have recently taken control of and get shot down. The AI on the ship goes off to dick around for a while while we kill off a few Tau in an abandoned city. There's like, six Firewarriors and we manage to take them all down, capture one, then rest for the night at a hospital.

Next day the Scum comes up with the brilliant plan of himself, me, and another Scum named Marlla with the Tau we captured and heading to the Tau saying we were wanting to join the Greater Good. While I should be against it, I think 'well, it's not exactly heretical as long as we kill them later'. Then the rest of our party, who was not told a thing about this, comes out and the Tau we captured gets killed, and almost ends in a TPK. After that little fiasco we split the group up and my group, with both Scum and two of the Guardsman in the group, load up a truck with as much as we can and head for the nearest town. Town has a checkpoint. We trying passing ourselves off as a family, Katarina being the younger Guardsman's girlfriend. Well, the human traitors give us all a physical. I am then captured by the Tau and sent to the local security building for 'interrogation'.

Cont.

Our Inquisitor (a fuckhuge former guardswoman) was in the same building and brought into the interrogation room, which consisted of myself, our group's eviscerator weilding guardswoman, a batshit insane Sororitas who was turned to the Greater Good and helping the Interrogator, our unconscious Inquisitor, and our Interrogator who was in one of those Tau suits with two Firewarriors. The guardswoman bursts out of her bonds and starts fighting them. She knocked down both Firewarriors and was busy beating the interrogator's suit open while I tried to break my bonds and failing. The next day, naked in an interrogation room with my Inquisitor, an ally, and a crazy SoB, the alarm sounds. Apparently, the Tau AI was going around eating other AIs, but failed to completely devour one and drove it nuts. So the crazy AI was trying to kill my group.

The rest of the party was off in some mines fighting Eldar and Necrons.

Cont

So while the Tau were in disarray from the insane AI, myself, the SoB Lydia, our guardswoman Rhia, and the Inquisitor Voltch manage to escape while finding some weapons and armor in the blasted out rooms of the building. By taking Lydia with us was a major turning point for Katarina, because it would help start making her into a true SoB. We managed to steal a Tau capitalship. I shit you not that's what we did. It was full of Tau pheremones that made use woozy and almost reverted Lydia back to the GG. So we go to a planet where a friend of Voltch's is the Governor of. We land, stay for a bit, and there's something odd with the planet. EVERY GODDAMN PERSON THERE IS A PSYKER. Don't ask me WTF was going on, I wasn't the GM, but it was some serious bullshit that's for sure. The Governor was also preforming some experiments to create a second Astronomicon to help out da Emprah or something. Noble, but heretical.

Cont

So, the crazy AI from the other planet followed us and did something to turn the world into a complete Silent Hill with all kinds of fucked up monsters that we tore through. For the first bit of this, Lydia is useless, crying and shit. I bitch slap her and tell her to either help out or I'll kill her. She shapes up, not wanting to disappoint me. While we're in this hell hole me and Lydia get left behind a bit because scheduling issues happened. Anyways, as we try to catch up with the group, we encounter a strange Daemon. It was a daemon that was mostly made from our guardswoman being a crazy lecher, so it dragged Lydia off and I followed. After a brief fight, which I stabbed Lydia in the chest with my greatsword because the daemon held her up as a shield, I try to patch her up and being her to a hospital and into a specially warded room. Our party is reunited and the fog covering the planet is gone. Because of the adventure, Kat had stated many times on how she'd kill the Governor and was thus not really allowed into the safe area.

The game ended with Katarina and Lydia returning to their coven, Kat becoming incredibly bitter and angry with such blatant heresy and with herself for not standing up against it as she should have, and over the years becoming Sister Superior with Lydia as an underling. Possibly becomes an Inquisitor, not so sure on how that happens.

>>4127332
Your second to last sentence makes no sense at all.

>>4127510
You didn't know what was going on becuase you missed half the sessions during that part of the campaign.

I'm a wise cracking cat mechanicus servitor who smokes lho-sticks and wears a fedora and scarft. I've got a hidden laser pointed compact hellrifle stored in my back cavity along.

Morgan A'Hudda

Androgynous female guardsman who wears that full body fire proof suit from the IHB, uses a flamer, has a chain axe, a pump action shotgun with inferno shells, and the 1 shot grenade launcher with fire bombs.

Pollo Caffréson - Hive world 'entrepeneur' - owned establishments ranging from uphive sacra houses to sumpdive boozers. Could procure you anything you wanted - styled himself as a gentleman, and loved to collect rare things. Alcohol, spices, antiques etc...
Got in trouble with the Inquisition after one of those blue blooded nobles who hired the backroom at one of his bars for a 'lunch club' bought a strange brass box off him...

Mostly got through campaigns by trading, bartering, and being a smooth bastard. And having an uncanny knack for getting locals to trade him the systems finest wine and smokables for the previous system we were in's cheapest.
A cynic on the surface, his belief that the emperor didnt give a damn for the individual belied a hidden belief in the importance of the inquisition. Flew a bulk lander into the 'brain' of a reawaked dark-age city that thought it was a god. All he ever wanted was to find a good bar.

>>4127604

>>4126782
MANLYTEARS.jpg

>>4127657
What you did there.

I see it.

From here: http://www.principiainfecta.com/archives/aurealogi_belse/

Torvallus of Prol: psychotically fixated savant who never stops talking. Possibly the fault of the augmetics.

Jonus Toll: the sane savant. A reasonable man stuck in an unreasonable era, in about the only position that won't get him burned at the stake.

Erros Gyfund: some sort of uber efficient non-canon limited-focus telekine. A male Patience Kys.

Bothe Ume: morbidly inclined depressive armsman type from Iocanthus. Knows his weapons, knows they're going to kill him one day.

Grambald: hive ganger from Sibellus, raised up to the Ordos through some minor miracle, and come to be a sniper by specialty. Mouthy, foul-mouthed, more intelligent than he pretends to be, a story for every occasion.

>>4127164

The only person who really knew how much of a dick he was was the GM to begin with. The rest of the group just thought he was a cowardly guardsman who just wanted to make his way back to his family (this quite often led to the TOUGH GUYS threatening and intimidating poor little Gareth). We then decided to let the psyker player in the group in on it. She often gave vague clues that the guardsman might be planning something and that he wasn't to be trusted (but she played her as a bit unstable so the rest of the group ignored the warnings).

Eventually Gareth became worried that the psyker was going to get him killed by exposing his douchebaggery, so he turned the party against her by subtly claiming that the psyker was growing more and more unstable and it was better to put her down before she became too much of a problem. She was a real good sport about the whole thing and the GM rewarded that by allowing her to roll an SOB that was actually pretty sympathetic towards the guy (under the assumption he was a good family man). She never let on to the rest of the group about how much a dick Gareth was although they were getting a good idea by his constant squirming out of things, his ruthlessness against the psyker and the psyker's warnings were beginning to hold more truth to them (and it was becoming more clear he didn't care for his family as much as he led on).

>>4127817
The curtain finally fell when Gareth betrayed them. The more sympathetic party members tried to get Gareth to change his mind reminding him what he was doing was heretical and he would never see his family again unless he changed his mind to which he replied something along the lines of "Do you think I care about that bitch or that little urchin that stripped away my dignity? I joined the guard to escape them! Not to fight for your little Emperor, nor to fight against the enemies of mankind, but to rid myself of the burden of those two leeches that drained away all my livelyhood! I don't care about this war! I don't care about my pathetic little family! and if it means living in some Hiveworld slum to get rid of them, then so be it" I've broken from my family by giving my life to the guard, but to break from the guard, I have to make it look like I've given my life to the Emperor and to do so, it must look like we all died here. When you're reported either dead or missing, they'll assume I met the same fate. You can't reason with me, I've already set my course and I'm sticking to it. It's a shame because I really grew to like some of you. I'd wish you good luck and would hope some of you would survive... but... well... that would interfere with my plan. Well, I hope some of you are given a quick death. Farewell my comrades! I hope that we will never meet again!".

This probably wasn't the best thing to say as it pretty much condemned Gareth when the two survivors confronted him and he tried to convince them that the inquisitor was the badguy.

>>4127826
The group was alright with it because DH usually has a high body count, they thought it was good roleplaying (as opposed to LOL I KILL THE PARTY SO RANDOM!) and I was actually pleased Gareth got what was coming to him instead of going "NO WAIT! THAT WAS BULLSHIT! YOU CAN'T KILL MY CHARACTER!". It also helped that both me and the GM agreed that Gareth's trap should be escapeable (albeit a challenge) instead of making it a situation where everyone was guarenteed a death..

>>4127657
But why female?

>>4127894
Look in the locker.
Note thing at top.

>>4127778
Shit-damn, I thought that was all just one guy writing. Hats off to whoever played Grambald.

>>4127906
>Implying Pyro is a female

Harvey Dystera

A Void-born Arbite who monitors ship officials and activities for heretical intent. He's a tall, lurching creep with a penchant for sneaking up on people and mind-games. He like combining Frakenstein's monster with Hannibal Lecter without being insane.

>>4127976
>Implying she's not

I'm quite proud of my guy. Iago Novus, a young Techpriest (second youngest party member at age 19) that started at rank 1. He's now about rank 5, through careful strategies, a generally suspicious nature and liberal applications of cowardice.

Essentially, the campaign setting is: OH FUCK ORKS. We're stuck on a well-developed Imperial world (large cities, but no smog-spewing hives as yet) and my character is the sole survivor of an AdMech enclave there. The facility was hit by an ork Fighta-Bomma and the generator was knocked out, causing my character to get locked in behind a fuckload of heavy bulkheads while everyone else went to the Emergency Meeting Area, and got slaughtered by the orks almost immediately.

The party found him hours later wandering among the dead and trying to order them up for burial. So they slapped a helmet on him and said 'You're in the PDF now, Sonny Jim.'

He is not a happy person, but he's not a nutjob either.. Yet. The Acolytes needed a ride, and I played him off as just being happy to have something to do. Increasingly harassed, his duties have recently extended from maintaining the various vehicles we steal or are given. New duties include: 'Follow the Arbiter around and unjam her shotgun every five minutes', 'Report fucking EVERYTHING to the Commissar', 'memorize and categorize the behaviour of every kind of greenskin we see' and 'Punch the Psyker in the face if he gets sassy'.

>>4126625
Only PCs should get the benefit of righteous fury.

>>4127976
>>4128038
guys, guys

pyro is a futa

>>4128099

>>4128078
It's noted in a few players that significant NPCs (BBEGs and so on) can as well, at GM discretion. They can also have Fate Points. Hell, there's a talent for it in DotDG.

Meet Godfrey Blackbane.

He's now a veteran guardsman, and though the party all started at first rank, he's easily the most insane (but not corrupt) in the game. Affected by the party psyker so many times and also incinerated quite a few times, he's now a walking mass of burns.

In our last game, our Psyker pulled another fear effect that drove my character into a berserker frenzy, slicing a local magistrate officer in half in two quick blows in one round and causing the rest of the party to flee away from HIM. He took down about a dozen more local police officers without taking a hit from any of them till he finally snapped out of the fear effect and said, "Hey, what's going on here?"

The psyker tried to flee but was gunned down in the turn after my guardsman snapped out of it, so was cleared of all charges. Seeing the carnage he caused because of the psyker, and because of many encounters where he wound up on fire, he's now joining the ultra-conservative Order of the Flame. The guy who played the psyker is now rolling up a Sister of Battle, meaning our party now has two extremists, which ought to be...interesting.

Vanilla the void-born priest

Crappy combat and physical stats. High thinky stats, especially willpower. Very little talking. Rather lenient views on heresy and such. Has a bit of an obsession with bizarre events and technology. Our techpriest is convinced she is trying to fix the Golden Throne, and doesn't know if he should kill her or praise her for it.

Alaric, the Hiver Assassin.

Surprisingly grounded, he never seems to fail a sanity or corruption check. And does better than average on fear checks. He is pretty killy, but dead shooty (he started with WS in the 30s, BS in the 40s), and fairly tough (9 wounds), he tends to take heavy damage in every fight, but is laconic about his tendency to injuries. Surprisingly well educated for a hiver, his mother was fairly high in the Ecclesiarchy before retiring in obscurity because of political pressures, she gave him a decent homeschooling, besides the basic practical schooling a hiver can expect before entering the workforce at 10 years old.

He hates mutants with a passion, and is quick to kill someone associated with Chaos (his father was killed by members of a mutant gang, he nearly died because he let a heretic girl fool him into thinking he mattered to her).

Killed a corrupt Planetary Governor with his hunting rifle during the first mission we undertook, the mission was to plant a bomb in the palace, he was supposed to get the governor to retreat into his "fortress", but made the shot and insta-gibbed a character specifically built to be too tough for us to face in a direct fight (like 18 wounds, terrific equipment, blessings of the warp, and tons of combat skill, he was also more than half a mile away).

He wonders (quietly, of course) about the nature of the Golden throne (I think the GM subscribes to the notion that breaking it will cause the Emperor to be reincarnated as the Star Child, and proceed to kick everything's ass), Alaric has been exposed to this theory, and wonders if his name is portentous in that regard.

Might be on the cusp of romantic involvement with the Soritas in the group. By rights it probably should have become such by now (even if all that means is hand holding at chapel), but I don't know if I am comfortable roleplaying that with another dude, and I know he isn't.

He would like to settle down in an agriworld or Edenworld, though not as a farmer (maybe as a farm owner, or working to supply things farmers need, like tractor parts)

I've been RPing my char on /tg/, cause I can't find a fucking session.

Narl Haxtes, IG conscript from the feral world Fedrid. If I can ever get a session started with my group, I plan to have him develop into an alcoholic, maybe recover, maybe not. Irritable, cynical, and, by his stats a brawler and possibly retarded, and utterly illiterate. He found a copy of an equivalent of "The Little Engine that Could," and is slowly struggling through it.

However his simple solutions are at times just what is needed.

When asked by his Commissar, "What does the Emperor mean to you?" he responded "The Emperor means I kill the other guy." His sergeant's reaction: "Throne bless that fucking retard."

A good seven feet tall and obscenely hairy, he's socially awkward (by the stats).

He absolutely hates las, plasma, and melta weapons, on account of he thinks they're powered by spirits (on account of a brief conversation with a tech-priest and a poor grasp of Low Gothic).

It makes me sad, because I realize that if the game does ever start, this guy will probably die.

Loli voidborn techpreast, with a noble born gardsman protector.