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the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
the_measurers) wrote2010-04-14 10:55 pm
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Application
Entanglement has switched over to a dressing room format for now, so applications aren't needed for the time being.
FANDOM CHARACTER APPLICATION:
ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION:
Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
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testrun_box for your sample. In that case, your total amount of tags written will be added up, so the initial post can be shorter than normal for a sample. You're still required to use a prose format and set the sample in the game universe though.
ORIGINAL CHARACTER APPLICATION:
Whichever application you're posting, please put the character's name, if they're an OC, and their fandom (if any) in the subject line.
Note again that you are allowed to use musebox posts and posts on
testrun_box for your sample. In that case, your total amount of tags written will be added up, so the initial post can be shorter than normal for a sample. You're still required to use a prose format and set the sample in the game universe though.
no subject
Your Name: Bill
Your Journal: 1standonly.livejournal.com
Your Email: General_Hannings@yahoo.com
Your AIM: FenrirBill
Character:
Character's Name: Commisar Ibram Graunt
Character's Fandom: Warhammer 40k
Character's Home Universe: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaunt%27s_Ghosts Or for fun:
Canon Point you're taking him/her/it from:
Probably right before only in death, because after that Gaunt gets flayed and has cybernetic eyes.
Method of Arrival on Station: Gaunt probably got recruited, actually. The Imperium sent their best insurgency commander to make an on the ground assessment and see if this was all baloney or what. Add the fact that people already suspect him of chaos taint, and it was seen as a good special mission to get rid of him for an extended period of time.
Physical Appearance:
GAUNT IS BLONDE, STUPID PICTURE. Still awesome though:
http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SniTwfm5BwE/TJ_GtoxelYI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/xU7kWDy9CXc/s1600/WH40K+Gaunt.jpg
Personality: A stern, but fair man, Ibram is a bit jaded after a life spent in the battle lines of the Sabbat Worlds Crusade. He is just, honorable, and at times kind, but a fury towards his foes. He is naturally somewhat bluntly spoken, but can turn a phrase with the best, as is the role of an Imperial Guard Commissar. He is at home in the highest courts, or the lowest dregs, though happiest while leading common soldiers in mucky trenches, over the skies and far away.
He is loyal to the Golden Throne, the Imperial Creed, his friends, his Regiment, and the Guard. He is a well educated and curious man, an active reader of books, and very orderly and regimented in his training of both mind and body. He pushes himself and pushes others to excellence, but knows when to relent so as not to break a useful suboordinate. He is happy to take orders from a worthy commander, but will seethe under the command of an uncaring, unworthy, incompetent, or cowardly commander.
Abilities and Skills: As a political officer with 30 years of training and combat duty behind him, Ibram is very adept with his boltguns, blades, and stealth. He's also a brilliantly charismatic leader, and a very well educated man, by imperial standards. He is probably the foremost expert on leading stealth operations within the entire Sabbat Crusade front.
Gear: Two bolt pistols. .75 caliber pistols that fire self-propelled micro-missile shells with mass-reactive tips. They explode wonderfully. 6 magazines for each, 8 shells per magazine, 60 extra loose shells in a carryall.
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Camo-cloak: One of these bad boys too.
The power sword of Hieronymo Sondar. An energy blade that can cut through pretty much any metal (Or person) it can hit. A relic weapon, gifted to gaunt during the siege of Vervunhive.
His stylin commissar hat, rank pins, imperial uniform, and integral flak armor woven into it. (This armor is actually pretty crap)
no subject
Gaunt is in Talbot's war-room, his camo-cloak trailing off his shoulders, the muddled shape contrasting sharply with the sharp profile of his storm coat. He's looking over his dataslate, and comparing it to the tactical information laid out there. His expression is flat, thin lips in a pale line. He mutters to himself, "Gereon all over again." He looks back to the dataslate, and scowls a little further, "Gereon without the ghosts."
He looks at the 'standard Rations', and privately muses that it looks even worse than corpse-starch, soylens viridiens, or worst of all, some of the food he saw Orks eat. A twinkie INDEED. The Emperor protect him from taking another bite of that soggy monstrosity masquerading as nutrition.
And then he gets to the part about Fay'lia weapons technology, on his dataslate. His eyes narrow. His fist clenches. "Heresy..." He hisses, and forces himself to read on. The weapons apparently adjust reality itself, like some foul technosorcery out of the forge world which have been swallowed up into the Eye of Terror. And he fully begins to understand why the Imperium sent a man him. Gaunt's resistance efforts weren't based on equivalent weaponry, on Gereon. They assassinated high ordinals armed with nothing more than jagged glass, iron discipline, and dedication. There was no way to defeat foes like this in open war. This was a war of the shadows on one hand, and for hearts and minds on the other. A colonel-commissar, rare beast that he was, particularly one well-known for being a stealth expert was perfect. And... expendable. But the Emperor protects. He would need to.
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