Mysteria
10-21-2009, 02:49 PM
A Roleplay By StormWolf:
"For Honor! For Glory! For Brotherhood! FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!"
A mighty voice cried over the roar of the battlefield. The mighty baritone carried through air and smoke and vox channels alike, blood-lust and fury alive like a vengeful fire in that cry. The owner of the furious battle-roar stood at the forefront of the barricade, his massive body made titanic by the ancient armor that enveloped him. Without a helmet on his head, the mighty warrior stood with his mane of black hair blowing in the silent breeze. Frost Axe in one hand and Thunder Hammer in the other, the mighty Wolf Lord stood, staring death in the face, spitting in it's eye. Skoll RageClaw, the Hateful, glared down the bloody and body-riddled no man's land that was once a great city of mankind. A home to countless billions that now lay in ruin all because of the heretical scum that waited to snuff the rest of the Imperium on the planet out, as it it were a candle.
"Death in fire is a glorious fate! Follow me to the End, brothers! I will not lead you astray!" Skoll roared one last time before charging for the last time on this world.
Over Five Years Ago: The forces of Waaagh! Ruztgutz entered realspace in the Augen system. They made planetfall on the Hive World of Labyrinth, the outer planet of the Augen System. The brutal fighting continued for months as the local Imperial Guard did their best to hold back the green tide. The only thing keeping the remainer of the Ork fleet at bay was the advanced Orbital Defense Lasers of Labyrinth. The fighting was endless and brutal as the Guardsmen did all they could to not be drowned in the sea of green filth.
Four Years Ago: With the fall of Labyrinth's Defense Lasers, the Ork fleet was able to move deeper into the system, landing on several moons and Agro-Worlds, engaging in lethal, flat-terrained combat against the defenders. No matter how many the Ork Horde lost, still more replaced them, and they still pressed on with a relentlessdesire to fight and conquer.
Three Years Ago: A third of the Augen system is tied up in combat. The space inbetween the Ork-infested planets is constantly alight with the blaze of the naval struggle between the Imperium and the Greenskin menace. The Guard were holding out, but they couldn't keep this up for much longer.
Two Years Ago: The Guard forces on Labyrinth, Stelios, Fithos, and Lusec were finally overrun, the planet officially becoming and Ork world. four more planets were besieged, two of them overrun. The Orks owned half of the Augen system. On the last planet that recently fell, Wicos, the Lord Marshal lead the last of his forces against the Ork Horde that uglied the face of his planet to buy time for the civilians to escape. The battle was long, bloody, and grim. The heroic Lord Marshal met his fate, but with a clean concience. In his last moments, the Lord Marshal, or what was left of him, dragged the mess that was his lower torso into the command center. The Orks beat at his door, the thick metal warping slowly under the shear number of hits. With the last of his life, the Lord Marshal sent out a distress beacon on all frequencies. The last thing the Lord Marshal heard before he passed was the computer's mechanical voice saying "Message Successfully Sent."
One and a Half Years Ago: Planet Vinosec, the last staple of defense against the Ork horde, the safeguard of the three Shrine Worlds that make up the Augen System's heart. If Vinosec fell, then the countless billions that have died over the course of this war will have died in vain. The innumerable trillions of civilians will be slaughtered and the system will be forsaken and forgotten once it is wiped from the face of the galaxy by an Exterminatus.
Like angels sent by the Emperor, those who recieved the Call came with a burning conviction and vengeful wrath. The first being the Space Wolves and Dark Angels, then many others among the thousands of Chapters of Space Marines and endless legions of Imperial Guard. When these saviors entered realspace, they did not hesitate to remove the muzzles from their guns and let them bite. Landing their forces upon the ground, they immidately began a most violent purge.
This is where our story starts.....
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Character Skeleton:
Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Military Service: Space Marine, Inquisition, Grey Knights, Daemon Hunters, Imperial Guard (local defense or reinforcements abroad).
Chapter(Marines)/Order(Inquisition/ daemon hunters)/Brigade(Guard)
Allegiance: Imperium or [insert opposing force here]
Appearance: Use as many pics/paragraphs needed to really paint that image in our heads. For this reason, I ask you use spoilers.
Rank:
Personality:
Biography: What makes your character so acceptional?
Wargear: The tools of the trade that he/she brings to deal death.
Other:
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My Characters:
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Skoll RageClaw, The Hateful Slayer, The Restless Beast
Age: 120 - looks like he is in his late twenties-early thirties.
Military Service: Space Marine
Chapter: Space Wolves
Allegiance: For Russ and the Allfather!
Appearance: Click (http://www.boltcutterdesign.net/assets/warlivery3.jpg)
Skoll wears some of the most ancient terminator armor known to the chapter (top left). His shoulder pads are a deep and dark red, but the metal decour is a brazen brass color. His amror is a solemn, dark blue-gray. Inscribed on his armor in brass runes are the names of fellow Wolf Brothers that have died under his command, a constant reminder to always fight harder and stronger. Across his back and over a shoulder, Skoll has draped the massive pelt of a mighty Thunderwolf, one that he killed on in initiation with his bare hands. The Wolf's pelt is black streaked with silver, much like Skoll's own wild mane. Skoll's hair (http://stregatto10.deviantart.com/art/WOLVERINE-128745086) is black as pitch with silver streaking the temples. At his right temple he has a long braid that reached down to his chin, and at the back of his head is a wild topknot ponytail of midnight black. His eyes burn a molten gold color and his fangs are long and mighty. Bones and runes adorn his belt and dangle over a fur kilt made from the fierce Blakmane wolf.
He stands around ten feet in height in normal Space Marine armor; 13 feet in his Terminator Armor. Weighs around two tons in his Terminator armor.
Rank: Commander of Ragnar Blackmane's Wolf Guard
Personality: Skoll is very fool-hardy, like a Blood Claw, simply because he never had the chance to outgrow that trait. He is belligerent and bellicose with a temper that burns like a Thunderhawk turbine. Some say that he is not within sound mind, that may not be far from the truth. Skoll is usually the first to succumb to the Red Tide, the blood-drunkenness and battle lust that will overflow a Space Wolf if they are not cautious. When in this state, Skoll will attack anything that is in his line of sight, not stopping until his target is reduced to a red mist.
Though he has his vices, he has his virtues, as well. He is the most loyal of Ragnar's Wolf Guard, and possibly of the whole Chapter save the Great Wolf, Logan Grimnar himself. His sense of duty and his zealous faith in Russ and the Emperor is reflected in how he fights on the field of war; being the first into the fray and the fire and the last to return to the line. He says that a day without killing an alien or heretic in service to the Emperor is a day wasted.
Though he is one of Ragnar's most valuable Commanders, Skoll holds no sense of self worth. His mental inbalance and his adamant and indominable faith in his Primarch and the Allfather that he is without fear. Being such, when he prays, he prays for his Brothers, wishing them a true aim and iron nerves, as well as the Emperor's protection and Russ' strength so that the Apothecaries will not have to perform Rites of Passage on too many of his Bretheren. He will refuse medical treatment before his "little brothers" or his "older brothers" or any of his brothers. Medical attention is usually given once he has been knocked unconcious, for he is known for grabbing the nearest medical Thrall and smashing it to oblivion.
Many Space Marines have no recollection of their past life, if some do, it is very small, like the smell of a Dragonship (viking longboat) or the sound of the sea. Skoll can remember that he had a little sister, though he cannot remember her face or her name, he remembers her. In the last battle he fought as a person, he saw his little sister, no older than eight, raped and murdered. That memory has burned itself into his mind; whenever he fights on a populated planet, whenever he sees children dead, dying, or being attacked, he goes into a berserker state, killing anything that comes near the child(ren), like a father wolf would if he had his pups at stake.
Biography: Skoll is the youngest Wolf Guard in the history of the Space Wolves, so it only seem appropriate that he is the right hand man of the youngest Wolf Lord in Space Wolf history, Ragnar Blackmane. Skoll and Ragnar are like brothers, more so than just the Battle Brother bond that all space marines have, but it is like they were born brothers, but Skoll is 25 years younger than Ragnar; by human standards, that is a lot, but to space wolves it is barely a year on your looks (of course, that depends how much of your face is actually yours and not synthi-flesh).
Skoll ascended to his rank by showing his willingness to throw his life away for his lord and is brothers. When Skoll was on a supposedly easy assignement, Raganr was leading his pack, a great honor for Blood Claws. When the reached the planet, it was completely infested with the foul forces of Chaos. The Wolves fought tooth and nail, sometimes literally, to cleanse the planet. When they had reached the heart of the Chaos infection, lead by a great and terrible sorcerror. The Wolves fought and died, but so did the Chaos marines. Victory was about to be in the hands of the Sons of Russ (alt. name for Space Wolves), when Ragnar was fighting the sorcerror and was forced to the ground, his sword and pistol knocked away.
The sorcerer, Fatalis, was going to use his hellblade on the mighty Wolf Lord, using his blood and soul to power a great spell that could wipe out the rest of the Wolves in the chamber, demoralizing them and driving them back. When the blade came down, it cut through armor and flesh, but not the armor and flesh of Ragnar, it cut through the armor and flesh of Skoll. The blade did not pierce his hearts, so it did not steal his blood and soul, but that does not mean it did not taint him.
The Sorcerer tried to pull the hellblade free, but the Blood Claw, Skoll, had pulled it in deeper, bringing the Chaos Lord close enough to strike at. Skoll, without a helmet, headbutted the sorcerer in the face, causing his head to recoil, exposing his neck. Then, Skoll used the extraordinarily hard and sharp teeth [that all Wolves had] to bite into the soft flesh of the sorcerer neck. Ripping and tearing, blood spurting everywhere. Then, Skoll began to use his left arm, the one that was not limp from the blade, to smash the sorcerer head into a fine past on the ground. It was not until after he was pulled away by his Wolf Lord, that he noticed his right hand, up to his elbow, stripped of the ceremite armor and flesh and muscle, only thick strands of muscle sinew and veins clung to his skeletal left arm. Though his arm is now relatively normal, aside from being mostly scar tissue and metal tendons, he gained his surname that day, a name that many respect and more fear, both Imperial and heretic.
The enemy will feel the cold fingers of fear begin to squeeze their ranks when they hear the deep, ungodly howl of Skoll RageClaw, leading the Space Wolf Company aside his Lord and fellow Wolf Guard. Skoll does not wear a helmet unless he has to, of course, but he prefers to feel the rush of battle and the smell of victory with his bare senses, not through a helmet.
Wargear: Koller (Fenrisian for 'Rage'):Master Crafted Power Axe.
http://eagleswords.com/library/AncientRomeWarriorAxe4.jpg
Mjolnir (Fenrisian Wolf God of Thunder): Master Crafted Thunderhammer. Has a built in teleporter, allowing the hammer to be thrown as a lethal projectile (Thor style).
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m1240654_99060101067_SWironpriestmain_445x319.jpg] Only the hammer, not the figure.
Master Crafted Storm Bolter: Must sheath axe in order to use.
Other: He has three mighty Thunderwolves with him at all times. These awesome creatures are the most lethal land predators on Fenris. Their jaws can shred steel like wet paper and their powerful bodies can break through stone with ease. These massive wolves are [on average] the size of a Rhinocerous. Their names are Odyn, a black thunderwolf, Freya, a white thunderwolf, and Loki, a grayish brown thunderwolf.
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Andhun Stonejaw
Age: 68 - looks about twenty or so.
Military Service: Space Marine
Chapter: Space Wolves
Allegiance: For Russ and the Allfather!
Appearance: http://screenshots.filesnetwork.com/59/others/leman.jpg
Andhun has a wild mane of fiery golden hair. His eyes are bright like chips of ice in the sun and his face is fresh and eager to fight. Stands around eight feet in height, average for a Space Marine. His armor is the traditional Space Wolves gray, several shades lighter than the massive suit of ancient armor his mentor, Skoll RageClaw, wears.
Rank: Blood Claw, fresh from initiation.
Personality: Andhun tries his best to act just like his stern mentor, Skoll. He looks up to the massive warrior in almost every way. However, he still suffers from the foolhardiness that all Blood Claws do. Andhun is simply eager to prove himself to his mentor.
Bio: Andhun was taken from his home village, a youth slowly slipping into the embrace of death when the Sky Lords took him the Ashihiem. Making his way through all of the trails, he soon became a Wolf Brother.
His first impression of what a true warrior of Russ is was when he first met Skoll RageClaw. The hulking man towering over all of the other Wolves save for the Dreadnaughts. It was when Skoll actually visited the table of Andhun's squad and ate and drank with them, as if one of them, did Andhun idolize his mentor.
Wargear: Chainsword (as seen in pic)
Bolt Pistol
Frag Grenades
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Da Big Bad Boss Ruztgutz
Age: Unknown
Military Service: WAAAAGH!!!
Army: Waaagh! Ruztgutz
Allegiance: WAAAAGH!!!!
Appearance: http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n59/Darth_Skorr/Warhammer%2040K/Ork%20Gubbinz/DoW2OrkWarboss.jpg
Warboss Ruztgutz is da biggest boss dere is! 'E'z got dem humies lookin like da grotz compared ta him! Waaagh!
Rank: WAAAAGH! Warboss
Personality: WAAAAGH!!!!
Biography:..... WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!
Wargear: Da Big Mek Armor
http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/hectichermit/Warboss.jpg
Kustim Mega Blasta (as seen on Big Mek Armor)
Da Bestest Powakalw dere is! (as seen in armor pic)
Attack Squig
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/JoeMoustache/squigarmor-1.jpg
Stikkbombz
WAAAAAAGH!!!!!!
"For Honor! For Glory! For Brotherhood! FOR THE EMPEROR!!!!"
A mighty voice cried over the roar of the battlefield. The mighty baritone carried through air and smoke and vox channels alike, blood-lust and fury alive like a vengeful fire in that cry. The owner of the furious battle-roar stood at the forefront of the barricade, his massive body made titanic by the ancient armor that enveloped him. Without a helmet on his head, the mighty warrior stood with his mane of black hair blowing in the silent breeze. Frost Axe in one hand and Thunder Hammer in the other, the mighty Wolf Lord stood, staring death in the face, spitting in it's eye. Skoll RageClaw, the Hateful, glared down the bloody and body-riddled no man's land that was once a great city of mankind. A home to countless billions that now lay in ruin all because of the heretical scum that waited to snuff the rest of the Imperium on the planet out, as it it were a candle.
"Death in fire is a glorious fate! Follow me to the End, brothers! I will not lead you astray!" Skoll roared one last time before charging for the last time on this world.
Over Five Years Ago: The forces of Waaagh! Ruztgutz entered realspace in the Augen system. They made planetfall on the Hive World of Labyrinth, the outer planet of the Augen System. The brutal fighting continued for months as the local Imperial Guard did their best to hold back the green tide. The only thing keeping the remainer of the Ork fleet at bay was the advanced Orbital Defense Lasers of Labyrinth. The fighting was endless and brutal as the Guardsmen did all they could to not be drowned in the sea of green filth.
Four Years Ago: With the fall of Labyrinth's Defense Lasers, the Ork fleet was able to move deeper into the system, landing on several moons and Agro-Worlds, engaging in lethal, flat-terrained combat against the defenders. No matter how many the Ork Horde lost, still more replaced them, and they still pressed on with a relentlessdesire to fight and conquer.
Three Years Ago: A third of the Augen system is tied up in combat. The space inbetween the Ork-infested planets is constantly alight with the blaze of the naval struggle between the Imperium and the Greenskin menace. The Guard were holding out, but they couldn't keep this up for much longer.
Two Years Ago: The Guard forces on Labyrinth, Stelios, Fithos, and Lusec were finally overrun, the planet officially becoming and Ork world. four more planets were besieged, two of them overrun. The Orks owned half of the Augen system. On the last planet that recently fell, Wicos, the Lord Marshal lead the last of his forces against the Ork Horde that uglied the face of his planet to buy time for the civilians to escape. The battle was long, bloody, and grim. The heroic Lord Marshal met his fate, but with a clean concience. In his last moments, the Lord Marshal, or what was left of him, dragged the mess that was his lower torso into the command center. The Orks beat at his door, the thick metal warping slowly under the shear number of hits. With the last of his life, the Lord Marshal sent out a distress beacon on all frequencies. The last thing the Lord Marshal heard before he passed was the computer's mechanical voice saying "Message Successfully Sent."
One and a Half Years Ago: Planet Vinosec, the last staple of defense against the Ork horde, the safeguard of the three Shrine Worlds that make up the Augen System's heart. If Vinosec fell, then the countless billions that have died over the course of this war will have died in vain. The innumerable trillions of civilians will be slaughtered and the system will be forsaken and forgotten once it is wiped from the face of the galaxy by an Exterminatus.
Like angels sent by the Emperor, those who recieved the Call came with a burning conviction and vengeful wrath. The first being the Space Wolves and Dark Angels, then many others among the thousands of Chapters of Space Marines and endless legions of Imperial Guard. When these saviors entered realspace, they did not hesitate to remove the muzzles from their guns and let them bite. Landing their forces upon the ground, they immidately began a most violent purge.
This is where our story starts.....
----------------------------------------------------
Character Skeleton:
Username:
Character Name:
Age:
Military Service: Space Marine, Inquisition, Grey Knights, Daemon Hunters, Imperial Guard (local defense or reinforcements abroad).
Chapter(Marines)/Order(Inquisition/ daemon hunters)/Brigade(Guard)
Allegiance: Imperium or [insert opposing force here]
Appearance: Use as many pics/paragraphs needed to really paint that image in our heads. For this reason, I ask you use spoilers.
Rank:
Personality:
Biography: What makes your character so acceptional?
Wargear: The tools of the trade that he/she brings to deal death.
Other:
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My Characters:
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Skoll RageClaw, The Hateful Slayer, The Restless Beast
Age: 120 - looks like he is in his late twenties-early thirties.
Military Service: Space Marine
Chapter: Space Wolves
Allegiance: For Russ and the Allfather!
Appearance: Click (http://www.boltcutterdesign.net/assets/warlivery3.jpg)
Skoll wears some of the most ancient terminator armor known to the chapter (top left). His shoulder pads are a deep and dark red, but the metal decour is a brazen brass color. His amror is a solemn, dark blue-gray. Inscribed on his armor in brass runes are the names of fellow Wolf Brothers that have died under his command, a constant reminder to always fight harder and stronger. Across his back and over a shoulder, Skoll has draped the massive pelt of a mighty Thunderwolf, one that he killed on in initiation with his bare hands. The Wolf's pelt is black streaked with silver, much like Skoll's own wild mane. Skoll's hair (http://stregatto10.deviantart.com/art/WOLVERINE-128745086) is black as pitch with silver streaking the temples. At his right temple he has a long braid that reached down to his chin, and at the back of his head is a wild topknot ponytail of midnight black. His eyes burn a molten gold color and his fangs are long and mighty. Bones and runes adorn his belt and dangle over a fur kilt made from the fierce Blakmane wolf.
He stands around ten feet in height in normal Space Marine armor; 13 feet in his Terminator Armor. Weighs around two tons in his Terminator armor.
Rank: Commander of Ragnar Blackmane's Wolf Guard
Personality: Skoll is very fool-hardy, like a Blood Claw, simply because he never had the chance to outgrow that trait. He is belligerent and bellicose with a temper that burns like a Thunderhawk turbine. Some say that he is not within sound mind, that may not be far from the truth. Skoll is usually the first to succumb to the Red Tide, the blood-drunkenness and battle lust that will overflow a Space Wolf if they are not cautious. When in this state, Skoll will attack anything that is in his line of sight, not stopping until his target is reduced to a red mist.
Though he has his vices, he has his virtues, as well. He is the most loyal of Ragnar's Wolf Guard, and possibly of the whole Chapter save the Great Wolf, Logan Grimnar himself. His sense of duty and his zealous faith in Russ and the Emperor is reflected in how he fights on the field of war; being the first into the fray and the fire and the last to return to the line. He says that a day without killing an alien or heretic in service to the Emperor is a day wasted.
Though he is one of Ragnar's most valuable Commanders, Skoll holds no sense of self worth. His mental inbalance and his adamant and indominable faith in his Primarch and the Allfather that he is without fear. Being such, when he prays, he prays for his Brothers, wishing them a true aim and iron nerves, as well as the Emperor's protection and Russ' strength so that the Apothecaries will not have to perform Rites of Passage on too many of his Bretheren. He will refuse medical treatment before his "little brothers" or his "older brothers" or any of his brothers. Medical attention is usually given once he has been knocked unconcious, for he is known for grabbing the nearest medical Thrall and smashing it to oblivion.
Many Space Marines have no recollection of their past life, if some do, it is very small, like the smell of a Dragonship (viking longboat) or the sound of the sea. Skoll can remember that he had a little sister, though he cannot remember her face or her name, he remembers her. In the last battle he fought as a person, he saw his little sister, no older than eight, raped and murdered. That memory has burned itself into his mind; whenever he fights on a populated planet, whenever he sees children dead, dying, or being attacked, he goes into a berserker state, killing anything that comes near the child(ren), like a father wolf would if he had his pups at stake.
Biography: Skoll is the youngest Wolf Guard in the history of the Space Wolves, so it only seem appropriate that he is the right hand man of the youngest Wolf Lord in Space Wolf history, Ragnar Blackmane. Skoll and Ragnar are like brothers, more so than just the Battle Brother bond that all space marines have, but it is like they were born brothers, but Skoll is 25 years younger than Ragnar; by human standards, that is a lot, but to space wolves it is barely a year on your looks (of course, that depends how much of your face is actually yours and not synthi-flesh).
Skoll ascended to his rank by showing his willingness to throw his life away for his lord and is brothers. When Skoll was on a supposedly easy assignement, Raganr was leading his pack, a great honor for Blood Claws. When the reached the planet, it was completely infested with the foul forces of Chaos. The Wolves fought tooth and nail, sometimes literally, to cleanse the planet. When they had reached the heart of the Chaos infection, lead by a great and terrible sorcerror. The Wolves fought and died, but so did the Chaos marines. Victory was about to be in the hands of the Sons of Russ (alt. name for Space Wolves), when Ragnar was fighting the sorcerror and was forced to the ground, his sword and pistol knocked away.
The sorcerer, Fatalis, was going to use his hellblade on the mighty Wolf Lord, using his blood and soul to power a great spell that could wipe out the rest of the Wolves in the chamber, demoralizing them and driving them back. When the blade came down, it cut through armor and flesh, but not the armor and flesh of Ragnar, it cut through the armor and flesh of Skoll. The blade did not pierce his hearts, so it did not steal his blood and soul, but that does not mean it did not taint him.
The Sorcerer tried to pull the hellblade free, but the Blood Claw, Skoll, had pulled it in deeper, bringing the Chaos Lord close enough to strike at. Skoll, without a helmet, headbutted the sorcerer in the face, causing his head to recoil, exposing his neck. Then, Skoll used the extraordinarily hard and sharp teeth [that all Wolves had] to bite into the soft flesh of the sorcerer neck. Ripping and tearing, blood spurting everywhere. Then, Skoll began to use his left arm, the one that was not limp from the blade, to smash the sorcerer head into a fine past on the ground. It was not until after he was pulled away by his Wolf Lord, that he noticed his right hand, up to his elbow, stripped of the ceremite armor and flesh and muscle, only thick strands of muscle sinew and veins clung to his skeletal left arm. Though his arm is now relatively normal, aside from being mostly scar tissue and metal tendons, he gained his surname that day, a name that many respect and more fear, both Imperial and heretic.
The enemy will feel the cold fingers of fear begin to squeeze their ranks when they hear the deep, ungodly howl of Skoll RageClaw, leading the Space Wolf Company aside his Lord and fellow Wolf Guard. Skoll does not wear a helmet unless he has to, of course, but he prefers to feel the rush of battle and the smell of victory with his bare senses, not through a helmet.
Wargear: Koller (Fenrisian for 'Rage'):Master Crafted Power Axe.
http://eagleswords.com/library/AncientRomeWarriorAxe4.jpg
Mjolnir (Fenrisian Wolf God of Thunder): Master Crafted Thunderhammer. Has a built in teleporter, allowing the hammer to be thrown as a lethal projectile (Thor style).
http://www.games-workshop.com/MEDIA_CustomProductCatalog/m1240654_99060101067_SWironpriestmain_445x319.jpg] Only the hammer, not the figure.
Master Crafted Storm Bolter: Must sheath axe in order to use.
Other: He has three mighty Thunderwolves with him at all times. These awesome creatures are the most lethal land predators on Fenris. Their jaws can shred steel like wet paper and their powerful bodies can break through stone with ease. These massive wolves are [on average] the size of a Rhinocerous. Their names are Odyn, a black thunderwolf, Freya, a white thunderwolf, and Loki, a grayish brown thunderwolf.
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Andhun Stonejaw
Age: 68 - looks about twenty or so.
Military Service: Space Marine
Chapter: Space Wolves
Allegiance: For Russ and the Allfather!
Appearance: http://screenshots.filesnetwork.com/59/others/leman.jpg
Andhun has a wild mane of fiery golden hair. His eyes are bright like chips of ice in the sun and his face is fresh and eager to fight. Stands around eight feet in height, average for a Space Marine. His armor is the traditional Space Wolves gray, several shades lighter than the massive suit of ancient armor his mentor, Skoll RageClaw, wears.
Rank: Blood Claw, fresh from initiation.
Personality: Andhun tries his best to act just like his stern mentor, Skoll. He looks up to the massive warrior in almost every way. However, he still suffers from the foolhardiness that all Blood Claws do. Andhun is simply eager to prove himself to his mentor.
Bio: Andhun was taken from his home village, a youth slowly slipping into the embrace of death when the Sky Lords took him the Ashihiem. Making his way through all of the trails, he soon became a Wolf Brother.
His first impression of what a true warrior of Russ is was when he first met Skoll RageClaw. The hulking man towering over all of the other Wolves save for the Dreadnaughts. It was when Skoll actually visited the table of Andhun's squad and ate and drank with them, as if one of them, did Andhun idolize his mentor.
Wargear: Chainsword (as seen in pic)
Bolt Pistol
Frag Grenades
Username: StormWolf
Character Name: Da Big Bad Boss Ruztgutz
Age: Unknown
Military Service: WAAAAGH!!!
Army: Waaagh! Ruztgutz
Allegiance: WAAAAGH!!!!
Appearance: http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n59/Darth_Skorr/Warhammer%2040K/Ork%20Gubbinz/DoW2OrkWarboss.jpg
Warboss Ruztgutz is da biggest boss dere is! 'E'z got dem humies lookin like da grotz compared ta him! Waaagh!
Rank: WAAAAGH! Warboss
Personality: WAAAAGH!!!!
Biography:..... WAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!!!!
Wargear: Da Big Mek Armor
http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/hectichermit/Warboss.jpg
Kustim Mega Blasta (as seen on Big Mek Armor)
Da Bestest Powakalw dere is! (as seen in armor pic)
Attack Squig
http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e154/JoeMoustache/squigarmor-1.jpg
Stikkbombz
WAAAAAAGH!!!!!!