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Introduction:
It is the 41st Millennium, and there is only war. This war emerged from the Dark Age of Technology, when mankind spread itself from one side of the galaxy to the other in its quest for knowledge. Traveling in starships to planets far from Earth, they brought with them enlightenment and the best intentions. But this expansion was not to go unchallenged.

The enemies of man, including the savage and bloodthirsty Orks, the traitorous forces of Chaos, and the mysterious and powerful Eldar, wage constant war against descendants of Earth, seeking to their very existence. The lives of untold billions indeed the very survival of humanity itself, depend upon the protection of the Master of Mankind, the Immortal Emperor.

Table of Contents:
1. Introduction
2. Rules & Joining Form
3. Army Listing
4. Member Listing
5. Joining Form Listing

Please read notice and at the bottom of post 4.

Background:

All manner of races have begun an epic battle amongst the planet. Xenos, human kind, and chaos have all gathered among the battle field for the very glory of the planet!

The planet here is a snowy wasteland. Mountain ranges snowed in fields, and ice as far as ones eye can see. We are all shivering on this planet called Diablos VII. The once volcanic planet now in a furied ice age, the sound of hail and snowing drowned out by gunshots, death, screams of pain, and the roars of charging battle. Take hold of the planet, and use it for whatever means your army would use it for!

Army Background

Space Marines: Genetically engineered super humans who serve and fight for The Emperor. The Emperor is basically their god and will fight and die for him. Known as the avatars of the Emperor they are The Space Marines. Space Marines are organized into small independent armies called Chapters. Each Chapter is responsible for its own recruitment, training, equipment, organization and strategy. Their unswerving loyalty is to the God-Emperor and no other.

Chaos Space Marines: As the birth of the Imperium of Man, fully half of the Emperor's most trusted Space Marine Legions turned against him in a bitter civil war known as the Horus Heresy. Brother fought brother, and Mankind stood upon the very brink of extinction in this civil war. Ten thousand years after their defeat, those same traitors still launch their Black Crusades out of the Eye of Terror, intent upon nothing less than the utter destruction of the Imperium and death of its weakling Emperor.

Orks: Orks are the most widespread and warlike race of aliens in the bloodstained galaxy of the 41st millennium. They only live for one thing, and that's war. They are constantly fighting anything that gets in the way, even if it's other Orks! In fact, the only thing keeping the Orks from uniting and bringing about the end of the galaxy is their inability to get along. If they were to organize and unify, they would quickly overwhelm and crush all opposition.

Eldar: The Eldar are an incredibly ancient alien race, which once ruled a vast empire across the stars. Then came the hideous times of the fall, when the Eldar fell from power. Though they are now few in number, the Eldar are on the most technologically advanced races in the galaxy. An Elder army is unique in that almost every squad in the force is specialized in some way. The Eldar are powerful psykers whose Warlocks and Farseers use their mental abilities to sway the battle in their favor. The intentions of the enigmatic Eldar are unreadable and unpredictable as their battle tactics, but only a fool would ignore any warnings of doom they may foretell.


Imperial Guard: A small yell amongst many, amplified by the thousands of gunshots raining down upon the enemy, one by one. The smoke clears, and you see over half the enemy still remaining. Thus is the fate of Imperial Guardsmen. Your one single advantage is the vehicles and many heavy supports you are allowed to carry. The Imperial Guard is nothing more, than mortal soldiers, hardened fighters, some cowards, and other men of pure valor! The Imperial guardsmen do however have many commanders, special infantry units, and psykers that allow them to move over and destroy all who oppose them. They are the only units, in this game that will have access to one vehicle per character. One and one only is your limit. Choose wisely…

Member Form Listing

Username: Lone Frost
Side: Space Marines
Name: Gabriel Lenitess
Rank: Chaplain
Character Desciption: Wears standard Space Marine armor in the color of black and green. His armor is adorned with scriptures and prayers, branded on with seals. He bares a tabard with the legions symbol. His helmet is that of a thick and somewhat wide skull. The eye sockets glow red when being worn.
Weapons: Crozius Arcanum and a rapid fire bolt pistol.
Bio: Gabriel is one of the original Space Marines ever created. He was amongst the greatest of the great and learned many things. Those things ranged from war to being a chaplain. His training as a Chaplain came from Chaplain Cassius of the Ultramarines himself. He was even amongst the brave brave brothers during the assualt upon Holy Terra. He fought long and hard, his faith saved and saw him through, thick and thin. After the Horus Heresy, he was put under this Chapter and he serves the chapter loyaly. Wether it is serving his sermon or going into battle, he does it with faith.

Username: brocoli_apocolypse
Side: Chaos
Name: Kryator
Rank: Warboss
Character Desciption:

Weapons: Power Claw, Big Shoota (with skorcha)
Bio: Kryator was always known to be short-tempered, as most Orks are. However, even in the eyes of Chaos, Kryator was always troublesome. From the beginning, Kryator was a Nobz. However, on his second day of duty, Kryator fought the Warboss for his title and won in just moments (a sight quite rare)! However, Kryator did not take the position, for he just wanted bloodshed; he wanted the challenge, for he loved the feeling. Shortly after killing the Warboss, Kryator took on the entire army under the late Warboss and ended up crippling the army. Bored at their inability to stop him, Krypator left that band of Orks and went and joined another group and did the same, killing the Warboss, near the day he enlisted and soon taking on the army. Kryator continued this pattern until he was finally held back; a skirmish that turned into a short war.

Although he was a problem, the Orks decided to keep him alive, for even though they loved killing and took advantage of it everytime they could, they knew of his importance. So, finally, they were able to have Kryator accept the position of Warboss. However, Kryator wanted something in return. In return for him becomming Warboss, he demanded daily sacrifices... and that is the only way they have been able to subdue him...

Username: CaressOfVenus
Side: Khorne Berzerker
Name: Anima Beowulf
Rank: Priestess for the God of Chaos
Character Description: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v247/Sako_22/Anime Vision- Girls/girls56.jpg
Weapons: A giant red Scythe- Rose Sickle
Bio: Once a Battle Sister in the front lines, she was considered a fine warrior with her scythe. She had bloodied her hands many a times against the enemy. During rest times, she would run off to kill off small herds of animals, bringing the meat back for her fellow soldiers. The last time she was with her fellow soldiers, was the night of the red moon, the night she had killed all of those in her troop.

She had left the camp afterwards, finding many other bloodthirsty humans. After seeing her weapon, they had quickly taken her to the shrine, giving her her new scythe. She had taken the ranking and the clothing for the priestess. Now, she could go out and kill whom she wished or ask for a sacrifice to the God of Chaos, giving her blood lust a substantial spike.

Username: brocoli_apocolypse
Side: Chaos
Name: Kryator
Rank: Warboss
Character Desciption:

Weapons: Power Claw, Big Shoota (with skorcha)
Bio: Kryator was always known to be short-tempered, as most Orks are. However, even in the eyes of Chaos, Kryator was always troublesome. From the beginning, Kryator was a Nobz. However, on his second day of duty, Kryator fought the Warboss for his title and won in just moments (a sight quite rare)! However, Kryator did not take the position, for he just wanted bloodshed; he wanted the challenge, for he loved the feeling. Shortly after killing the Warboss, Kryator took on the entire army under the late Warboss and ended up crippling the army. Bored at their inability to stop him, Krypator left that band of Orks and went and joined another group and did the same, killing the Warboss, near the day he enlisted and soon taking on the army. Kryator continued this pattern until he was finally held back; a skirmish that turned into a short war.

Although he was a problem, the Orks decided to keep him alive, for even though they loved killing and took advantage of it everytime they could, they knew of his importance. So, finally, they were able to have Kryator accept the position of Warboss. However, Kryator wanted something in return. In return for him becomming Warboss, he demanded daily sacrifices... and that is the only way they have been able to subdue him...

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((I know that my character seems god-modly, but he isn't, I just wanted to make a cool story lol))
Krypator looked out over the legion of Orks standing before him, a look of disgust printed upon his demonic looking face; they were pathetic. Even though they were the strongest army that Chaos had to give, he knew that they were no match for him and it angered him. He wanted to rip them apart and hear their cries for mercy. But then he would loose the one thing that he cherished, his daily sacrifices. The Ork snorted and stood up before the creatures, pushing and roaring at eachother. With barely any
effort, the Ork rose up above his army, standing upon a high rock that acted as a pedastal. Immediatley, as if a plague had fallen upon them, the Orks fell silent once his shadow had fallen over them.

For a moment, the Ork did not speak; he just stared at all the eyes staring at him. Then, from the silence, the Ork raised its robotic arm and smashed it into the ground, sending electrical shards of light to flash around him, causing rocks to plummet to the ground below. As the ground before him shattered, the Ork cried out words of war and bloodshed; a sound quite hideous to the civilized ear. On and on he ranted, until he smashed his arm back into the ground, this time shooting electrical sparks into the army which caught some of his soldiers. As the Orks, that were caught in the electrical currents, fell to the ground, howling in pain, Krypator raised his arms and gave a final shout, which was soon followed by an immediate scatter of soldiers, charging out into the howling winds of Diablos VII.....

The army of Orks charged across the forsaken planet, winds blowing ice and snow into the raging creatures, but not slowing their speed. Of course, the orks did not move in an organized pattern. Instead, they ran as a blob, with no formation; a moving fortress of doom. From the rear, Kryator soon followed, his massive figure leaving large footprints where he trod, his eyes on the horizon. Of course, he had no intention of staying in the back, for he wished to see the most bloodshed and that was from the front. With incredible velocity, the Warboss shot past the charging orks, tossing those aside that got in his way, until finally, the massive creature made it to the front of the line. With a roar, the Warboss lifted its robotic arm and yelled out a battle cry which was responded by a horrific chorus of grunts and gargles that would freeze the blood of any opponent.

Soon, the enemy could be spotted not too far from where they charged. The Space Marines were hiding high on top a mountain, well hidden by the snow and ice that acted as a strong fortress. Seeing this, the ork could not help but grin, its massive fangs comming into view. The battle was going to be rough and actually challenging. And the thought of that, excited the creature. With much anticipation, Kryator lifted his giant machine gun and let out a flare of blasts, which shot into the sky, creating a defoning echo that seemed to shake the land. They were so close...

The sound of firearms could be heard from afar, causing the Ork to look up towards the noise. What the creature saw was a rain of ammunition falling down upon him and his army like rain. In moments, orks began to fall left and right around him, engulfed in the bullets and missles falling down around them; orks were now lost in flames, flailing around as their bodies disintigrated in moments. In what seemed like only minutes, large gaps began to form around him in his army of Orks. However, Kryator continued his charge, never failing. Instead, the creature rose his arm in the air, unleashing a great amount of sparks into the air. "'Arge! Don't 'old back!" As he said those words, Orks began to fall down on top of him, forcing the Warboss to toss them aside into the mass histeria created from behind him; he was not going to loose to a band of humans.

As the Space Marines continued to fire, more and more orks fell. Some tried to return fire, however, most of their shots were off and mostly missed everytime. However, Kryator soon found his way up the mountain, just yards from the front line of the Space Marine army. Not only that, but a good hand full of Orks followed after their leader, their arms raised in the air, fangs glistening in the light from the sun. With a final cry, the Warboss lifted its arm and aimed its big shoota at the line and began to fire. Large blasts of energy shot into the line as he did so, however, just as one would expect, the shots were random, careening into the ground or just into the sky. Then finally, since he was no in range, the Ork lifted its giant robotic arm and swung it at the men in front of him, its claw stretched out, attempting to drown the men in a fury of electricity...

As his massive claw careened into the Space Marine warriors, the creature heard a cry from one of the humans, his voice echoing above the cries of men and orks dying at each other's hands and claws. In irritation, the Warboss turned in the direction from where the cry had come from. For there was no doubt that the one crying out was the leader. His eyes soon fell upon a man, armored quite well, covered in symbols he could not understand. Not only that, but his eyes burned red as he thwarted his boyz with just one blow. Grinning, the Ork turned towards the leader, wanting only to fight him; nothing else was going to get in his way. With a cry, the Warboss charged, throwing orks who stood in his way to the side, not caring if he killed them or not.

In due time, the Warboss was standing just a few yards from where the man was fighting. However, as he pushed onward, three humans jumped in his way, soon firing upon him. With a cry, the Ork was pelted with ammunition, throwing the creature to the ground. However, despite this set back, Kryator was able to pull himself back up and slice downward upon the three warriors. With a cry, two of the men fell to the ground, surrounded in electrical sparks, while the other just barely dodged.... "'Ou will be des'royed! 'Et out of my way!"

Kyrator had just aimed his big shoota at the Space Marine and fired when Gabriel spoke. As his bullets careened into the ground and soon into the body of the human, the creature turned, ignoring the satisfaction of his victory as the body fell in a bloody heap. Instead of responding to the human, the Warboss smiled, showing his huge teeth which glistened with blood from those he had bitten; he could almost taste him now. The blood of common Space Marines was sweet, but the taste of one with authority would be lucious indeed.

Just as the Ork had begun its charge, Gabriel had taken aim and fired. With a cry, the Ork stummbled back as the bolts careened into his body, causing blood to spill from their wounds which began to multiply across his flesh. But instead of falling, Kryator pushed forward, refusing to fall to his feet. However, the creature was taking heavy damage and standing soon became quite a task. But then, as the constant stream of bolts showered down upon the creature, the Warboss crabbed a body of an Ork and placed it in front of him, using it as a shield.

As the body disintigrated from the numerous blasts from Gabriel, the Warboss charged forward as blood from the "ork shield" splattered upon the Warboss...