OpChan Operators Operational Only War Operation
Character Name Rathtyen Howl
Regiment Cielo Drop Raider
Demeanour Bad Luck (like REALLY BAD LUCK), Oblivious
AG, BS (lol), FEL, Fieldcraft, INT, Tech
-200 Tech Use +10
-200 Lightning Reflex
-250 Gunner (Comrade Advance)
-100 Rapid Reload
Weapon Skill 32 + 0 + 0 = 32
Ballistic Skill 27 + 0 + 3 = 30 (3 from Regiment, 3 from Regiment)
Fellowship 32 + 3 – 3 = 32 (+3 for medal)
Common Lore (Imperial Creed)
Common Lore (Imperium)
Linguistics (High Gothic)
Weapon Training (Las, Low-Tech)
Catfall, Die Hard
Blessed Ignorance (-5 to all Forbidden Lore tests)
Demolitions (+10 to Logistics tests for explosives)
1 M36 Lasgun
4 charge packs
1 suit of Imperial Guard flak armor
2 frag grenades
2 smoke grenades
1 week rations
1 grooming kit
1 Mind Impulse Unit (common)
1 ruck sack
1 survival suit (field uniform)
1 dress uniform
1 set of poor weather gear
1 set of basic tools
1 mess kit
1 sleeping bag
1 rechargeable lamp pack
1 set of identification tags
1 munitorium manual
1 weeks worth of rations
Name: Lucien Holt
Comrade Advances: Gunner
Howl isn’t what you’d expect out of a Guardsman. She’s short, weighs about as much as a roll of toilet paper, perfectly maintains very long (probably out of regs long) black hair, and is oblivious to the world and everything around her. She’s dumb as a doornail without an ounce of street smarts but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t follow directions well. Giver her a manual for a Titan and chances are a day later she could pilot it like a seasoned pro.
It really has to do with her upbringing on Cielo. Her parents were fairly wealthy, she was an only child, and her dad doted on her. She never had to be especially cunning or practical. In many ways her perfectly happy childhood completely stunted her development as a person.
All of that changed when on a whim she stepped into a recruiting office for the Cielan Drop Troops. Her father had served, out of necessity at the time, in the local PDF and he had always told her stories about himself aiding a group of space marines who were pinned down and fighting xenos raiders. The stories had constantly itched at the back of her mind. She wanted to know what it was really like. When her parents found out she had signed on her father quite literally had a stroke (only a mini one though. He lived).
Howl quickly earned a reputation in boot camp for being bad luck to be around. Her bad luck didn’t affect her though just those who were unfortunate enough to be around her. It started off as small things like whomever she was racked with always seemed to pull latrine duty at 0200 or everyone in the platoon getting sick from chow except her. Then accidental injuries in her platoon skyrocketed to 75% higher than average. It got to the point where they had her tested to see if she was some sort of mutant or psyker but she passed 100% normal human (the administer of the tests happened to fall down a flight of stairs and break his neck approximately 10mins after filing his official report).
Now in the fleet her reputation has preceded her and it apparently is well justified. To be racked or on duty with her is a form of unofficial punishment in the regiment. Everyone is afraid of one day deploying with her and at one point an officer had to threaten executions when he received an anymouse letter stating that there were those who would desert rather than serve in battle alongside her (currently the young officer is recovering from wounds received when his plasma pistol spontaneously exploded resulting in his face melting off).
There are those in the regiment who have tried disposing of her through legal means (forcing a transfer, convincing a Commissar she needs to be executed, etc.) and illegal means (outright trying to kill her). All of these people have met either untimely ends or are currently awaiting cybernetic implants do to accidental loss of limb.
The worst part of all this is that Howl is completely oblivious to the bad luck she emanates. It has never even occurred to her that the entire regiment is terrified to be around her (she honestly believes they are just overly polite). She has never connected the dots that she may be the reason all of these terrible accidents happen around her. She even used to send flowers to those in sick bay or the mourning families until she was recently told that it was against policy (its not actually but the last hospitalized guardsman she sent flowers and a ‘get well soon’ card to pricked his hand on a thorn on the stem that just so happened to have a rare flesh eating bacteria on it…it is not yet known if he will live through this illness).