Ok, might have gotten a little carried away with his bio but here's the basic concept for who I'm thinking my guy will be. Would love to hear any comments/criticisms. Also if anyone wants to have had a history or previous interactions with him just let me know and we can figure something out.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Orin</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://th03.deviantart.net/fs71/PRE/f/2013/221/3/3/discipline_issues_by_rilez75-d6hchfc.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Orin <br/><strong>Alignment:</strong> Undivided<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 26<br/><strong>History: </strong> Born and raised on the hive world of Belka, Orin was never what one could call a faithful person. Granted he did attend Ecclesiarchy services once a week, as was expected, and did his best to maintain a public image of being a man of faith. In private however he was never really sure he believed in the teachings of the Ecclesiarchy, nor even in The Emperor himself. As the years of fruitless labor in one of Belka's many manufactorums went on and on, what little faith Orin did have in The Emperor was slowly ground down into nothing. It was at this point that Orin, quite by accident, came across the teachings of Chaos. One night on his way back home from the manufactorum Orin noticed a small book on the ground. Overcome by curiosity he picked it up and took it home. Once safely home he opened it and began to read, the book contained the heretical words of an apostate minister who spoke of the glory and rewards to be found from worshiping Chaos. For a man who's previous faith had been all but erased, the words coming from the apostate preacher's writings made a lot of sense to Orin. It wasn't long at all before Orin found himself having finished the book, and shortly after he was secretly worshiping the Chaos Gods. <br/><br/>More recently Orin found himself drafted into becoming a guardsman in one of Belka's Imperial Guard regiments, The 'Fighting' 42nd to be exact. The 42nd was mustered and deployed in response to an incoming Ork threat rising against the neighboring planet of Hadrian IV. On the journey to Hadrian IV Orin was made a squad leader during basic training, due to having been a work gang leader in the manufactorum on Belka. Once the 42nd reached Hadrian IV Orin and his squad were lucky enough to be stationed within Hive Garner, a hive city which was far behind the initial front lines of the greenskin assault. It was because of this that Orin and the other members of his squad managed to avoid the deaths that many other guardsmen found on the first day of the Ork onslaught, when it was revealed that due to a clerical error somewhere within the Departmento Munitorum the number of forces sent to Hadiran IV were vastly inferior to what was required to repel the Orks. Needless to say the war for Hadrian IV quickly turned into an all out disaster as the Ork tide broke the Imperial lines and quickly overran the planet. Hive Garner was one of the last strongholds to fall to the Orks, though once the city was surrounded it's nobility were quick to seek other places of shelter. <br/><br/>At this time Orin's squad was assigned to security detail within one of Hive Garner's many starports. For three days Orin and his sqaudmates were forced to watch as the few remaining wealthy and powerful citizens of Hadrian IV fled the dying hive city and left it's defenders to die. On the fourth day the Orks were confirmed as having reached the same level of Hive Garner as the starport and things within the port reached a fever pitch. What few nobles and merchants, that had yet to flee the hive now all sought to depart at the same time. Established departure and service ques were ignored as each man and woman of influence demanded to be the first to have their shuttle prepared, to be the first granted flight clearance, to have repairs on their shuttle given priority. It wasn't long until the first shots rang out, until some noble lord or rogue trader's personal guards opened fire on another's in an attempt to secure the use of a servitor or force their way onto a shuttle. Within moments the entire port was alive with small skirmishes, tiny pitched battles for cargo, for fuel, for the chance to lift off. <br/><br/>Orin took this as a sign from the Dark Gods. Now was his chance to break free of the Imperium's grip, to set out on the path of truly serving Chaos! Just after Orin's squad was ordered to leave it's barracks within the spaceport and help re-establish order Orin told his squad-mates of his faith in Chaos. he preached to them of how it was high time that they looked to themselves rather than the selfish unworthy nobility all in the name of serving a rotting corpse on some far off planet. Surprisingly, almost half of the ten man squad actually agreed with Orin, their own belief in the emperor having been shaken by the defeats suffered thus far. However, those within the squad who remained loyal to the Imperial Creed saw it as their duty to purge the heretics among them. The next several minutes saw the barracks itself turn into another miniature war-zone as each side of the squad fought for its very survival. The men punched, kicked, stabbed, and shot their way out of the situation they were in. When the dust finally settled Orin and four of the squad members who had sided with him were the only ones standing. After that Orin and his newfound brothers took up weapons from the armory and exited the barracks. By virtue of their training, a little luck, and a fully fueled flamer Orin and his squad were able to quickly overwhelm one of the smaller security teams guarding a shuttle within the starport. They then forced the shuttle's pilot ignore the cargo that was supposed to be loaded and take them up to the merchant ship awaiting it in orbit.<br/><br/>In all the confusion the merchant ship's bridge crew simply failed to notice that one of the shuttle's it took in failed to check in after landing. It was only days after the ship's departure into the warp that anyone even thought to send some armsmen to investigate. By this time there was nothing to be found other than a dead pilot, slumped in his seat next to his serivtor co-pilot. The armsmen wrote it off as the pilot having been wounded on planet and dying on approach with his servitor simply completing the docking procedure for him. No one looked for a group of stowaways, and no one noticed when that same group made their way off ship at the first visited port. <br/><br/>From then on Orin has dedicated his life to fighting in honor of the Dark Gods and gaining their approval. Over the course of his newfound calling Orin has fought in the service of many masters. Gone to war for pirates, revolutionaries, heretical cardinals, Chaos Space Marine warbands, and nearly every other chaotic host imaginable. Orin has taken to the field of battle whenever it is in the service of the Dark Gods, regardless of who is in command. And, perhaps most impressively for a mortal, he has always survived. When other, far greater, warriors have fallen. When those with true power have seen their works crumble. When even the mighty lords of Chaotic warhosts have been claimed by battle. Orin has somehow lived to fight again. Often by simply seeming to cheat death in all its myriad forms. Those with knowledge of such things claim that something or somethings within the warp, whether they be the Chaos Gods or some other warp entity, have taken amusement at Orin's antics and as such protect him from what should rightfully have been his death a hundred times over.  <br/><br/>Whatever the true reason for Orin's unlikely survivals, they have gained him a small measure of note with many of the rank and file mortal warriors of Chaos. Many a heretical warrior has chosen to fight alongside Orin, in the hopes that the Gods of Chaos will grant them a measure of Orin's luck, only to accidentally catch a bolt round aimed at Orin for their trouble. For his part Orin doesn't bother himself with the how or the why, instead he is simply thankful for the continued opportunities to fight for Chaos, slay the enemies of his dark masters, and reap the spoils of war. <br/></div></div>