Post by Kayadis on Aug 27, 2009 23:46:53 GMT -6
Out of Character Information
Name/Chatbox Identity: Kannon.
Age: 150
Other Characters: N/A
Rank and Direction
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Rank: Neophyte.
Weaponry:
Wargear: None.
Training: Basic Marine Training.
Specialisation: None at this current time.
Marine Information
Name: Kayadis Felnad.
Age: 150 years old.
Gender: Male.
Homeworld: This subject is a new recruit, meaning the being lives upon the planet Piscina V.
Psyker/Touched by the Warp: This marine was not touched by the warp.
Physical Information
Body Type: Muscular by standards, but the marine still is lean so he may maneuver better than many of his battle-brothers that are packed with tons of muscle.
Height: 8'3
Weight:
Armour Overview: "The path of the righteous shall cleanse these lands of the alien, the witch, the heretic. All shall be as it should be, a galaxy under the rule of the one and only, Emperor." This text was etched into his armor, across the torso by a librarian who had great expectations for this marine. Claw scars grace his shoulder plates, he had a tyranaid encounter long ago. His lower torso has bullet holes in it, they all are very large ones. His visor instead of being red like most scouts, is blue instead.
Countenance: Kayadis' skin is light, rough from the long years of labor and battle. His eyes are a dark orange, flashing with the hardened warrior's past experiences with combat; burning with the passion of a thousand suns. His hair brown and somewhat short. Three scars brace his forehead above the eyebrow, horizontal lines all in a straight row going up. His facial features are of a hardened and old man, of course this is like how mostly all Space Marines are. His nose is pointed, his face is narrow and he has a small chin.
Historical Documentation and Psyche
Personality: Kayadis is a hardened warrior of the Imperium, not one being will get in his way of what he needs to do. His iron fist will collide with any jaw that the Imperium tells him to strike. He doesn't hesitate, he just does as he is told. He's harsh and racist, taught to despise the alien, the witch, the heretic all equal emotions. The emperor made him the killing machine he was today, this is what he was molded into. This marine is patient, and does not have a short fuse like most of his battle-brothers. Training didn't only teach him to bite the bullet and gain him endurance, but how to wait for something instead of being reckless and breaking down doors to only find himself in a bad situation.
History:
Run here...Run there...Don't do that...Work faster...
These were all words that boomed throughout the fields while young men broke their backs running back and forth. They were on their eightieth mile, and most men at this practice were on all fours puking their guts onto the ground. One actually rolled over and from lack of oxygen, died from heart failure. A couple of Space Marines dragged him away, what a way to die. One man though, didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat yet, but he sure did feel like he was about to die.
He was tall, 8'3 and running at a nice pace, though they were told to sprint which was like a jog to him. The three last men with him were the same way, this was about the 100th year of training. The tallest man was Kayadis, the other two were 7'. One was Jaem, the other was Memal. The trio became friends rather quickly, going on constant training missions together and exercising like mad men. The three men even made it to the Augmentation, being pumped with chemicals to enhance their strength by magnitudes.
They were welcomed into the Imperium with open arms, and were immediately sent on missions upon the planet. Most were only scouting though, only checking what was there and heading back to give Intel. But on rare occasions, they were told to exterminate any aliens residing upon the planet. For an odd reason, there were Tyranids in a cavern near the training grounds.
The three entered it with caution, Memal got a bit impatient and charged in screaming.
"For the Emperor!"
He shot multitudes of the damned bugs, they were producing at insane rates so there were about a dozen in the cave. He killed four, bullets piercing their disgusting skulls all the while green blood sprayed out of their heads. Kayadis ran in grumbling beneath his breath, pushing his friend to the side when he saw incoming bladed fists, they scratched at his shoulders but no damage was done. He grabbed the beast by its neck, unstrapping his long dagger from its slit and impaled it deep into its cranium. Twitching and screeching in pain, he took his bolt pistol and fired it down.
Turning to look at Memal he grabbed him by the collar of his armor, pulling him closer.
"You threaten lives of your battle-brothers when you don't think -ahead- of the battle that is lain out before you. Next time, use that brain in that hollow skull of yours, and maybe you'll live."
Memal only glared at him and ripped out of his grip. The scouts pressed on to see a hive within it, he turned to Jaem which nodded to him and handed him a device. Taking it, he placed it down onto it and pressed a series of codes. A count down began, ten seconds...They all ran for their lives while the count down began. More tyranids were being produced charging after them and getting so close...Till the explosion occurred and blocked the entrance with huge boulders, along with killing all the aliens within it. Jaim and Memal laughed and celebrated, but Kayadis just proceeded on to report their mission's success.
For exterminating this threat before it grew too large, he was rewarded with holy text across his chest. After fifty years, he still enjoys it after so long, but battle-brothers still remember him and his friends for this valorous act. But this isn't enough for Kayadis, he wanted more glory, he wanted more to do for the Imperium. Thus, this is the reason why he strives even harder to climb the ranks.
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Name/Chatbox Identity: Kannon.
Age: 150
Other Characters: N/A
Rank and Direction
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Rank: Neophyte.
Weaponry:
- Bolt Pistol.
- Close Combat Weapon.
Wargear: None.
Training: Basic Marine Training.
Specialisation: None at this current time.
Marine Information
Name: Kayadis Felnad.
Age: 150 years old.
Gender: Male.
Homeworld: This subject is a new recruit, meaning the being lives upon the planet Piscina V.
Psyker/Touched by the Warp: This marine was not touched by the warp.
Physical Information
Body Type: Muscular by standards, but the marine still is lean so he may maneuver better than many of his battle-brothers that are packed with tons of muscle.
Height: 8'3
Weight:
- Without Armor: 750 lbs.
- With Armor: 1,200 lbs.
Armour Overview: "The path of the righteous shall cleanse these lands of the alien, the witch, the heretic. All shall be as it should be, a galaxy under the rule of the one and only, Emperor." This text was etched into his armor, across the torso by a librarian who had great expectations for this marine. Claw scars grace his shoulder plates, he had a tyranaid encounter long ago. His lower torso has bullet holes in it, they all are very large ones. His visor instead of being red like most scouts, is blue instead.
Countenance: Kayadis' skin is light, rough from the long years of labor and battle. His eyes are a dark orange, flashing with the hardened warrior's past experiences with combat; burning with the passion of a thousand suns. His hair brown and somewhat short. Three scars brace his forehead above the eyebrow, horizontal lines all in a straight row going up. His facial features are of a hardened and old man, of course this is like how mostly all Space Marines are. His nose is pointed, his face is narrow and he has a small chin.
Historical Documentation and Psyche
Personality: Kayadis is a hardened warrior of the Imperium, not one being will get in his way of what he needs to do. His iron fist will collide with any jaw that the Imperium tells him to strike. He doesn't hesitate, he just does as he is told. He's harsh and racist, taught to despise the alien, the witch, the heretic all equal emotions. The emperor made him the killing machine he was today, this is what he was molded into. This marine is patient, and does not have a short fuse like most of his battle-brothers. Training didn't only teach him to bite the bullet and gain him endurance, but how to wait for something instead of being reckless and breaking down doors to only find himself in a bad situation.
History:
Run here...Run there...Don't do that...Work faster...
These were all words that boomed throughout the fields while young men broke their backs running back and forth. They were on their eightieth mile, and most men at this practice were on all fours puking their guts onto the ground. One actually rolled over and from lack of oxygen, died from heart failure. A couple of Space Marines dragged him away, what a way to die. One man though, didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat yet, but he sure did feel like he was about to die.
He was tall, 8'3 and running at a nice pace, though they were told to sprint which was like a jog to him. The three last men with him were the same way, this was about the 100th year of training. The tallest man was Kayadis, the other two were 7'. One was Jaem, the other was Memal. The trio became friends rather quickly, going on constant training missions together and exercising like mad men. The three men even made it to the Augmentation, being pumped with chemicals to enhance their strength by magnitudes.
They were welcomed into the Imperium with open arms, and were immediately sent on missions upon the planet. Most were only scouting though, only checking what was there and heading back to give Intel. But on rare occasions, they were told to exterminate any aliens residing upon the planet. For an odd reason, there were Tyranids in a cavern near the training grounds.
The three entered it with caution, Memal got a bit impatient and charged in screaming.
"For the Emperor!"
He shot multitudes of the damned bugs, they were producing at insane rates so there were about a dozen in the cave. He killed four, bullets piercing their disgusting skulls all the while green blood sprayed out of their heads. Kayadis ran in grumbling beneath his breath, pushing his friend to the side when he saw incoming bladed fists, they scratched at his shoulders but no damage was done. He grabbed the beast by its neck, unstrapping his long dagger from its slit and impaled it deep into its cranium. Twitching and screeching in pain, he took his bolt pistol and fired it down.
Turning to look at Memal he grabbed him by the collar of his armor, pulling him closer.
"You threaten lives of your battle-brothers when you don't think -ahead- of the battle that is lain out before you. Next time, use that brain in that hollow skull of yours, and maybe you'll live."
Memal only glared at him and ripped out of his grip. The scouts pressed on to see a hive within it, he turned to Jaem which nodded to him and handed him a device. Taking it, he placed it down onto it and pressed a series of codes. A count down began, ten seconds...They all ran for their lives while the count down began. More tyranids were being produced charging after them and getting so close...Till the explosion occurred and blocked the entrance with huge boulders, along with killing all the aliens within it. Jaim and Memal laughed and celebrated, but Kayadis just proceeded on to report their mission's success.
For exterminating this threat before it grew too large, he was rewarded with holy text across his chest. After fifty years, he still enjoys it after so long, but battle-brothers still remember him and his friends for this valorous act. But this isn't enough for Kayadis, he wanted more glory, he wanted more to do for the Imperium. Thus, this is the reason why he strives even harder to climb the ranks.
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