Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-28917471-20150214113602/@comment-4948356-20150228223915

Alright then, Here's 'King' revised... Hopefully the final one... (Probably not knowing my streak :(...)

(P.S. This also assumes high gothic is a form of latin (since several source seem to point to it...)

(P.S.S. Ship is at the end)

(P.S.S.S.: May need a little help with the ship specs...)

Name: Sefarius Vorst

Gender: Male

Age: 44

Career: Rouge Trader

<span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Hair: Short, cropped, black

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Eyes: Right: Maroon, Left: Red dot (Bionic eye: fires a las bolt;) Keeps it covered with an eye-patch.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bionics: Eye (see above), Had Index fingers replaced after receiving warrant.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Height: 2.33 Meters

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Weight: 125 Kilograms

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Skin: Caucasian

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Language: Low & High Gothic, Orkish

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Gear: Black boots, Brown Combat Pants, Black sleveless shirt, Long Black and Red armored Coat (sleeveless),

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Wargear: Carpace armor chestplate and armguards (over the above), one modified Las pistol, one Hell pistol, Chainsword, poisoned knife.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Bio:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sefarius Vorst is among the few men in the galaxy one can truly depend on. His successes outweighing his failures by several tons, Sefarius will always finish what he starts, but always with the cost in mind. He will sometimes put his troop's lives over the mission, but only if it a complete waste of life and resources. Most regiments under his command saw very few casualties.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Much more outgoing than most generals of the imperium are, he usually stayed as close to the battlefield as he could, mainly to encourage his forces and bolster their resolve. He has fought on more than one occasion because of this, but most incidents like that are welcome to him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Several would describe his personality as: "a stern man with a humor"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(I'll let the rest of his personality play out in the RP.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In combat, Vorst will dual wield his highly modified las pistol Miss 49 in his right hand, and the Hell pistol his old colonel used in his left. He is also proficient in melee combat, when necessary, and carries a poisoned knife in a hidden boot sheath.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">History:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Its funny how answer's Change over time. Passionate outbursts of 'I'm innocent!' or 'I shouldn't be here' change to 'Does it even matter?'. And that is the answer I give to you, because the Sefarius Vorst before you was born in the 49th Penal legion, and thats all anyone should know."- General Sefarius Vorst after being asked in an interview about who he was before his time in the legion...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sefarius Vorst was born on the hive world of Heramon, as the 2nd son and heir of Javarius Vorst, the planetary governor. A very naive and kind man in his youth, he fully embraced the notions of honor, justice, and that a ruler should care for his people, which he did for most of his youth. His actions and mentality towards the people earned him their love and admiration, along with great political sway in the planet's political system, much to the admiration of his father and peers, and the ire of his brother, Everon Vorst and the nobility. But any backlash because of these were minor at best, until Sefarius's 22nd birthday. On that day, Heramon saw its first ork invasion. Whilst it was generally considered a minor ork force (Numbering in around 140,000 in total), it was enough to send most of the nobility, including his own brother, running. Most of the 'generals' of the PDF had run off as well, and Javarius himself had sunk into a depression, convinced the planet was doomed. Seemingly the only person to look to, Sefarius rose to the bat, Rallying his people and the PDF to stay and fight. With an Imperial response force possibly months away, he prepared for a long, defensive campaign, working closely with Burt Leedorando, one of the last remaining PDF commander's and a former lieutenant in the imperial guard, the two of them lead the PDF to successfully defend against the ork onslaught for four months, until the imperial guard arrived to clean up the rest. After everything was said and done, and peace finally restored, Javarius would regain himself and announce that he would soon step down as planetary governor, and that it would be sefarius that would take his place. Whilst the populace cheered, his brother was outraged. Was he not the FIRST son? Was it not HIS reward for breathing! The flames of rage burned bright within him, and, like thousands (if not millions) before him, the sinister gears of a plot would begin to turn. Several weeks after the announcement Sefarius, His father, Burt, and several attendants were leaving for a party in Sefarius's honor. Most of them had already entered the limo save Sefarius, and his was about the to enter, a click, a flash, and a large bout of flame are the last things sefarius see's before his vision turns black.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">When he next woke up, Sefarius would find himself in a small metal cell. Slowly waking up, he tried to remember what happened, until he made a few discoveries. His long, flowing hair had been shaved off completely, their were numbers pressed into his head... but what he found horrific was that his face felt different. attempting to get off the cot, he felt something hard under him. Getting off, he found a dataslate with only a single message, addressed to him.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"Dear Sef-

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">You tried to take everything from me, the key word being tried. At large, Heramon believes you, your father, and General Burt are dead, and with your new look, There's not a single person who doesn't believe that. It would be much simpler, and easier to have you killed, but when I saw you had survived the blast, I couldn't resist doing this. So... Nameless Assassin of the Great Sefarius Vorst, I do hope you enjoy your time with the legion, Those 'Skills' of yours should prove very useful to the imperium.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">    Goodbye Sef-"

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Those were the final words Sefarius would ever hear about his old life.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">The 49th Penal legion was formed by Colonel Adrick Resolak. Resolak formed the legion in an attempt to drain imperial prisons and Penal colonies by having prisoners "Do something actually worthwhile to the imperium". Namely, mass drafting around 5000 unlucky prisoners, and fielding them before the regular guard. It was this legion that Sefarius was dropped into, right before the legion's first ever battle.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">In the early months, Sefarius would cling to his morals and beliefs, as they were all he had left. It worked for a time, until the 49th legion arrived at its first campaign, Suppressing the rebellion of Merhixis. A backwater planet most people never heard of, Resolak saw it as the perfect place to test his new legion, and had them deployed as the vanguard of the suppression forces. As the force attempted to land and disembark, the legion would find itself under attack by rebel forces almost immediately, as if waiting for them. In the confusion, sefarius had lost his las carbine, and cowered in a large crater, until looking up, he could see a figure, obscured by some smoke, at first didn't shoot, either paralyzed in fear or something else, no one would know, but when a las bolt flashed by him, searing the tips of his hair, he, either in panic or fear, fired his las pistol. Over in an instant, the man's body fell into the crater, a large, sizzling black hole in his head. Sefarius would throw up at the sight, before the sounds of the battle reached him. Looking down at his pistol, he finally began to understand. All his life he had lived for 'his people', but what did that really mean? He had always thought it was putting out polices that favored all, about making great speeches, and by being 'strong in a time of war', but perhaps it meant nothing like that. "Vivere Pro Popilo" He would say in a low breath, but as the sound of the battle returned to his ears, he shook himself from his deeper thought and reminded himself of where he was. Climbing out of the crater, he was able to gather several others and, using what little he did know, lead them back to the legion, alive and well. In the end, the imperium was victorious, and the planet brought back into the imperium. As for the 49th, while it may have lost almost 40% of all operational forces, it succeeded in suppressing the main rebel force. The colonel, delighted by the news, began to actually organize the legion, looking over all the survivors, looking for capable squad commanders. Meanwhile, sefarius would continue his line of thought. He began to believe that "To live for the people." Would mean to live for those that followed you, to protect them, to fight alongside them, to lead them. This would be the creed that would define and shape him from that moment on. About an hour after he came to that conclusion, he was called to meet the colonel. Resolak was quite surprised by Vorst's lithe appearance, as it was reported he had lead several men, including a rather famed murderer, back to the legion through the battle. After a long conversation, Resolak made sefarius a sergeant, and believed he wouldn't stay at that position for long. Sefarius would exit the colonel's office as a changed man, for Sefarius the Noble was dead in a some planet's crater, and this man's tale would finally begin.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Over the Following years, Sefarius would prove himself a rather capable leader. He learned hard lessons every battle as the legion fought across the sector in the most dire of battles. From Ork infested jungles to tyranid besieged worlds, and once, a necron tomb world. Eventually, he was promoted to lieutenant, and after a few more years, served as a major for the legion. Over those years, Sefarius and Resolak would remain close, learning things from each other and forming a bond. Of course, all things eventually end, and their end came on Versaili II. A planet taken by the orks, while under siege by chaos forces. The imperium had come to try and kill two birds with one stone... at least in theory. At first, it went well. Almost all chaos forces were concentrated in space, while the imperium was able to form a base on the ground. The ork warboss, Daggatooth, attempted an assault upon the imperial position. Both Sefarius and Resolak himself were on the field that day, and were caught in the battle. It went well at first, that is, until fire rained from the skies. Throughout the entire field, orbital lance batteries rained upon both ork and guard alike. Sefarius, knocked out in the initial hit, would wake up to the sounds of battle, only much closer to his position, and with a lot more laughter. Climbing out of the trenches he would see the hulking outline of a space marine, as wells as others in the distance, only their armor looked to have... spikes. As he stood up, still dazed, the Chaos marine would finished off his foe, and turned towards Vorst. A long, toothy smile spread across the accursed flesh of the fallen marines face. Realizing the gravity of the situation a little too late, Sefarius dove to the left, only to grab by his head. The Marine laughed, holding him by the head, squeezing his head slightly, before pushing his thumb into his eye. The pain shot through Sefarius, and he screamed out, wriggling like a fish out of water. Continuing to laugh the marine prepared to crush the man's head, until the sound of a chainsword reached his ear, pulling his out his own sword to parry. Through the pain, Sefarius saw Colonel Resolak, slashing at the giant, only for a large red stain to grace his armor. As laughter filled the air as the man fell, Sefarius pulled his las pistol, pushed the barrel against the marines head and fired.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">"As much as I hate the place (Versaili II), I suppose that little clusterfrak got me to where I am today...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Sefarius would regain consciousness several weeks later, a new bionic eye in his socket, and a full pardon next to his bed. Piecing together what happened, it would appear that even though both the orks and chaos forces lost their respective leaders, the war for Vesaili had gone poorly for the imperium. With their forces running dry and no hope of victory, the general in charge decided to pull his forces from the planet. The retreat was slow, and their were several regiments that had yet to be evacuated. As for the 49th, Every survivor of the legion had been pardoned, and then immediately drafted into the newly formed 1st Vesaili Regiment, formed from several decimated regiments, and the general had promoted Sefarius to colonel. After another week of holding the fort, It was finally time for their departure. Despite the arrival of fresh ork and chaos fleets, the remaining Imperial forces would retreat successfully, with the sacrifice of a battlecruiser and several escorts.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">After the Vesaili II incident, Sefarius had would spend several weeks keeping his new regiment from killing itself overnight. As the 1st Vesaili had been formed out of 10 depleted regiments, this was easier said than done.Disputes, struggles, and full on riots became the norm. While it took time, sefarius was able to restore order within his new regiment on his own, Earning him the nickname "King". From here, he would lead his new regiment to glory many times.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Several years later, Sefarius had been promoted to General, and following 7 successful campaigns, launched a new campaign to liberate the Vesaili sub-sector (Vesaili I,II, and III) from the orks and chaos forces still vying for control, emerging victories in half a year. Following this glorious victory, Sefarius was offered a warrant of trade...

 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ship: <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:bold;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;"> Regis Gambit

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ship weapons:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(bear in mind I'm going off the wiki page and the picture... If someone could help with the rest of the armaments, that would be awesome.)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">(I don't know if its possible, but if it isn't I'll change it)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">12 Lance batteries (6 either side)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#3a3a3a;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">4 Attack craft Hangers (2 either side)

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Ship history:

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">During the retreat from Versaili II, sefarius witnessed the final moments of the Duty and Diligence, an overlord class Battle-cruiser. He watched as the cruiser took hit after hit, fired round after round, destroyed ship after ship, all so that the troopship he was on could get away. Just before they slipped into the warp, sefarius would watch the ship's command bridge struck dead on with a torpedo, before the familiar form of warp travel enveloped the ship.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Years later, when he returned to versaili II, one of the wrecks among the massive graveyard was in fact the Duty and diligence, mostly intact. One of the first things he did was recover the wreck, and have it taken back to a shipyard. After accepting the warrant of Trade and becoming a rouge trader, he would inquire about the vessel. The ship had been repaired, but it hadn't been assigned a captain or crew yet, which was perfect in this case...

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:11pt;margin-bottom:11pt;"><span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">Renamed the Regis Gambit, king would have some small modifications done to it, but overall kept it just the way it was. <span style="font-size:15px;font-family:Arial;color:#222222;font-weight:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap;">