I've been reading warhammer for about two years now and have dragged friends into it. While I don't know all the ends and outs of it yet I'm pretty good when it comes to the chaos gods.
As for a profile, actually I do have one for him. He was a mixture of 40k, Hellsing, and just general knowlege of Catholicism.
Username: Nihilistic_Impact
Name: Baraqueil Fischig
Description: Fischig is a monster of a man. Standing over six and a half feet tall he strikes an imposing figure which is only heighten due to his armour. On the simplest level his body is protected by a chain hauberk and a breast plate which lies under a surcoat of fine quality in design being completely in black save a white cross. An embell of a sword chained to an iron cross hangs about his neck upon a chain of silver. His arms and legs are protected beyond the hauberk with vambraces and gauntlets with scroll worked symbols of divinity, of victory to the faithful and death to the heathen. In likewise fasion Greaves and thigh guards do sheild his legs. Upon his shield of the kite shape is painted black with the white cross once more. About his kneck is a gorget which sprouts tiny embossed skulls. A helmet of Burgonet style protects his skull with no luster of design. About his waist hangs the Good Book and an incense burner which expells sweet smells.
Baraquiel weapon is blessed for its edge and quality of steel, a blade forged in the fasion of a Flamberge but coupled with the technology of his time. The blades edge is said to cackle with lighting for the power which streams along its edges, a powersword who's force field hones the blade edge with it's mechanical soul. Blessed by the head of his ordo and bathed in holy waters it has serves him well. Chained to his left wrist is the flamer which he has so long used, its promethium tanks filled to release the inferno that lurks within, to lick at the heathens with a firey tongue.
To his features he is a commly man of shaved face and deep black hair which his short unto his head. Heavy sunk eyes, or what oncer where for in battle he lost one and never had it replaced, of equal darkness look upon the world from a face carved too much for so few years with wisedom and sorrow. Devout in practise as well as mind, magic of lesser creature does not touch him as it would those less pious souls nor does it seem to fall where he steps so saintified is his step that angels hands are said to protect him and strike out with unseen force should he be attacked.
Equipment: Fischig has been gifted by his ordo with many artifacts, from the armour he wears with it's detailed work to the hexagrammic wards written into it the finely tooled steal so rich in worth that a large round may fire point blank and only be expected to leave a small dent. The wards themselves are what truely protect him for it is called the souls armour and passively protects people to a limited amount from magical abilities. His powersword is a long weapon, compariable to most great swords though it's edge is far sharper due to technology. Incased in a forcefield it slices with ease through most elements. To embody his scorch earth mindest his flamer burns fiercly with enough fuel within for many breaths, no less then a dozen, before needing to reload.
Abilities: Limited though he may be Fischig had a cunning which gleems in his eye for with a sublte movement of his hand he may lift you up into the air and throw you against some distant object if you are not careful. A form of telekinesis for which he attacks and protects himself, but it only works on physical objects. Train in co-junction was how to wield his blade which while never graceful shows a raw talent for the art of war.
History: Fischig was raised in a family as any other child tell the age of six when he was inducted into the church, much like any other child of privalge to learn the scripture and general education. Finding him to be latent in abilities of darker nature the secret order, Ordo Hereticus took him in and began the long training process of the Inquistion. Developing his abilities and honing them over the dark ages he has fought many a battle and is a combat veteran. Word of darkness in this place has led him here so he may destroy the blight upon this land, that land was Black Amber.(Actual Guild where Fischig showed up) There he led a group of individuals, his second in command was a woman of unearthly bueaty by the name of Ava, along with a dozen soldiers of the Inquisition. Upon arrivel they set up an ambush and waited for others to stumble into their trap. The first was one known as Ultima(played by the same person as Ava) as the battle went on between the foward squad of four soldiers and Ava against Ultima another came, Reaper. Reaper was able to kill one soldier and wound another before engaging in combat with Fischig which she eventually lost. (Can be read here:
http://www.gaiaonline.com/journal/index.php?mode=view&p=2096805) After that battle they left Reaper for dead and took Ultima prisoner. Has he was their prisoner they tortured him and let him go to serve as a warning to others. The next day Reaper was discovered by the others and Quintilius(my primary character) went out hunting for those that would invade his homeland. A battle ensued but he was wounded, but not before he was able to find out who it was that attacked them and lessen their numbers a little. Quin's servant Remy found him and took him to the healers. All the while the group was praying upon Jay who is husband to the leader of BA, unfortunatle he escaped but not before the inquisition forces could set a wide area of the forest on fire. Next they struck at the local gardens and burned it to the ground. Then on orders of Fischig, Ava attacked the Healers and engaged into battle with Kasumi the wife of Aes the local healer. Aes was away but the house ended up burning to the ground.
Rushing his operation Fischig went to the castle and began a prolonged fight with Jay where most of the castle which Jay called home was burned and scoured by heavy machine gun fire. In the end of the fight Fischig lost his left arm from the elbow down while Jay was sorely wounded and lost an eye. Withdrawing from combat wounded Baraquiel decided to use the previously destoyed bar ruins as a last stand for his tiring warriors. In the first moments of battle one man was killed when Rivven rushed into combat using his water abilities to quickly propell him into the fray. Dropping his own wife who was now with child into combat she was instantly attacked by Fischig who was being covered by another.
Rivven engaged in combat with Ava and another showed a flurry of combined weapons tatics from shot guns firing to hand to hand combat. Kasumi soon joined the fray and was fighting Ava but not before many of the shadow clones she had created where destroyed by machine gun fire. Left on their own the two fighters where helpless against the water devil Rivven summoned. Another joined into the fray about now, Alan who possed amazing abilities to change the structural properties of anything he touched. But it was poor fate which had him fight Joscelin who was godly touched and died. Jay who arrived shortly after was greeted in combat with Joscelin who soon died as his body gave out. Fischig now with only one men left to him, the rest being killed and Ava no longer in sight new what must be done. As the last man died at the hand of Pale who is wife of Jay. Fischig detonated the supply cache of explosives they had brought with them. Cast about in the explosion he was able to drag himself out of the area.
In the next year o fhis life the ordo slowly regrew his missing arm in a most painful experiance. Now he had dawned the white in sign of repetence towards those who had died needlessly under his command. He will either redeem himself or die in this personal crusade.
RP Sample:
The woods shone naught of the stars which speckled the sky above their dense canopy. Only thin steams would strike upon ground, scattered at random. It was among these scattered beams along a path a tall figure shrouded in sweet smoke strode. Any shape was hard to make out for the armour he wore yet he moved with such silence that only the rythmic clinking of the pendant which hung from his neck made noise. In short time he has come to a clearing where stood two other figures and percieving one of demonic nature rose his sheild and drew his blade. Striking them upon each other with such force that a spark did issue forth like lightning to acompany the thunder of the smiting. Chained about his hand he gripped the long blade, it's edge pattern so it appeared to move like waves upon the surface of a pond. Calling out he spoke, "What devil does walk the lands of mortal and not falls victim to the Lords wrath for the Lord as sent me unto thee to do battle and send thee back to thou's creator."
"That is a crazy man with a very large sword." the devil cried as his companion stood back. Claws sprouted like wings from a newly birthed fly. Smoke drifted, filling the air with it's aroma as Fischig moved with haste. Chains which bound his hand to his sword clank as he stepped foward with his left. Lowering his center of gravity he braced himself for the attack. Brining his shield up high so it protected most of his body he held his sword thrust out from it's side to impale the creature upon the blade. "Foul creature!" he shouted to the winds, "I shall see you in hell."
Claws glanced off of his sheild. As the sword thrust towards the devil it tried to move away, but its actions where not nearly fast enough. The blade cackled with power as it drove deeply through the devil's chest and peirced the spine, breaking through the skin of its back. Limply it hung when its arms suddenly shot out and grabbed towards the hilt, draging itself along the blade shaft. When the chest touched the hilt, hands groped to either side of his helm and began to head-butt him. With such forch that the well furnished plate began to dent.
As the monster grappled with his helm Baraquiel smote the demon across the skull with his sheild. A dull thunk resounding from the blow. Pressing once more the the shield upon the creature he drew his sword out, opening the wound further on the draw back. With sheild raise high he thrust once more with his blade, seeking to plunge it within the neck of the demon. As the battle rage he chanted hymns of praise onto heaven and damnation upon those he fought.
The demon attempted to roar, but instead gurgled as the blade found its mark. Thrashing about it tried in vain to reach the Fischig so well guarded in his armor. With that the beast was slain and sent back to hell where it would sufur for its failure.
Bonus: First I'll cover the basics, we've been through this before but this time I'll not be changing my character unless you find some glaring fault instead of my team mates. To begin I'll start with the weapons, most notably the power weapon. I have had Fischig use it before in combat and despite it being stated to cut through metals I let it stand that others block it so I can understand that. It has a sharp edge but I like a good match and a good match needs two so the field acts more a threat when it passes close to the target when the eletrical field discharges its energy, it can cause light burning, nothing too bad though. His telekinesis is just one ability where he can manipulate physical items. In consideration of this the weight of the target is important as well. I doubt he could lift a multi ton robot with his mind and throw it in the air, at best he may be able to nuge it so it's foot is a little off but any robot worth it's price tag would most likely be able to deal with such a slight problem. The flamer, that is at most a tech because it's only one weapon which he has any skill with and by it's very nature does not need more then the crudest aim to get off a good shot. To the armour, I do not think of the steel as old dark age plate armour but more what quality of armour could be made in this day and age such as Aermet 100 which at a thickness of a credit card can stop most hand gun rounds. If you think this too tought then I'll be happy to tone it down, but the armour isn't that thin, it's just as thick as old armour, I would just think it with the strength as what I described above. As to the hexagrammic wards, what priest would go without some form of passive protection against the must rudiment of attacks by the witchs they hunt? With that I hope to put on a good show for all in this coming event. Nothing like a zealot who would likely attack most others hunting the robots.
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