Post by Tin_Can_Hitman on Jan 18, 2011 15:41:40 GMT -5
Faction & Division: Covenant
Rank:Chieftain
Name:Hectus ‘Lock jaw’ Teruines
Race:Jiralhanae
Age:38 Human years
Height:8,10 f/t
Weight:1,800 .lbs
Appearance:A larger than average Jiralhanae, Hectus is very well built with thin, silver fur and greyish white skin. He has a large scar going from the base of his neck to the edge of his bottom lip, which he got from an ODST trooper who had used a combat knife as a last resort against Hectus.
He has a large silver beard, splashed with flecks of white.
His eyes are but dark burnt coals, heated by his rage and devotion to his pack. He wears a modified headdress which has a mouth guard to cover his face.
His forearms are cords of muscle that have been toned over years of battle. His legs are equally toned like his arms. He has many scars on them as well, some puffy grey others were practically invisible.
Finally, he wields the Pain of Greschkis
Greschkis was the first brute chieftain to be deemed, officially, a middle set pack. He used secret police tactics and used many brutes and kig-yar as examples. Brutally torturing them in public places.
He was soon feared by all lesser races, and loved by his fellow brutes. He led boldly and the pack prospered. Until after reaching old age Greschkis became deathly ill. In his illness he became delusional and feared no one would remember his greatness. So in his delusion he made the pain of Greschkis. It was then passed down through the centuries.
The hammer has been passed down through Hectus’s pack since its creation. Though its makeup has changed, its look has been preserved. It now has all the normal capabilities that other gravity hammers have and it has a few added things, such as its three crescent shaped blades attached to the back. It also has a large spike attached to the bottom. This spike is made so it can send electric shock through it and into the victim, and finally, it has a bladed pommel.
Strengths:Very capable soldier physically. Very good at close quarters and mid rang weapons. Great leader that gives a tight knit feeling to his pack. Deep devotion to the covenant and to his pack this is a strength because it means he puts them before himself and makes him good at accomplishing his goals.
Weaknesses:Long range weaponry. Very stubborn personality. Will not let any one insult his pack. Will sacrifice himself for his pack. Deep devotion to the covenant and to his pack this is a weakness because it means his own life is lower than that of his religion and that of his pack.
Biography: Hecto was born on Doisac, in a master pack. He never knew his father and his mother left his pack and went to live with another. So he lived in a pack commons were all unparented pack children went.
His master pack was in charge of the local planets up keep and of its defense against the bands of rouge packs of Jiralhanae. He grew up learning the brutal ways of the Jiralhanae and the special tactics of intimidation that his pack implemented against the local packs that had the strength to challenge the pack.
When he was but 12 he brutally attacked a rival group if peers from a deferent pack. When questioned as to what he told them “They said that their pack was better…so I showed them they were wrong.” After that incident, an older Jiralhanae named Bractus took Hecto under his wing.
Under Bractus’s guidance Hecto soon learned to use his brutality to his advantage. He trained for many a year until he soon began to take his training and use it to strike terror into the hearts of neighboring packs. The other packs would fear to sleep because they would wake too many of their people slaughtered in the night.
Hecto began to become out of control, killing people every night. Many of his pack members, and leaders, turned a blind eye, using him as a tool to threaten other packs into submission. But one day his pack woke to find that in the night he had slaughtered a small village. Sparing no one, Bodies lay in the streets with their throats slit. Children had been strangled. At first the pack was in rage but that rage turned to fear. They knew that if Hecto wasn’t controlled, they might be next.
After a long council it was decided that Hecto would be taught by the pack leader. Hecto was forced to sit in a room full of rival pack members who taunted him and disgraced the pack’s name. Yet Hecto was chained and could do nothing to stop them.
He remained chained for days, each day the taunts would get worse, and each day Hecto would rip, tear and yank on his chains in hope of reaching those who disgraced his clan so boldly. The days turned to weeks which turned to months. Finally when his verbal assaulters entered Hecto didn’t stir he just sat staring into space.
The chieftain was alerted to this sudden change in behavior. He asked Hecto why he didn’t want to kill them. Hecto looked up at his chieftain and said
“I know they mean nothing and that if they really had any strength they would fight me.” With these words the chieftain let Hecto go free. His killing nature had been curbed…to an extent.
Hecto no longer killed for the thrill of it instead he wandered around the village. He seemed to have no purpose, not being able to kill, he felt nothing, he was nothing. He would do nothing but wonder and seemed to be in a trance. It was not until his Chieftain came to him that Hecto even talked to any one.
The Chieftain came to him and told Hecto that his was worried that Hecto would do nothing to make the pack proud. Hecto just looked at the chieftain with a look of confusion. The chieftain said it was time for Hecto to let his rage out. The chieftain took Hecto to a large field. He made Hecto stand away from him, and then suddenly attacked Hecto. He sent blow after blow at Hecto. Each blow would be amazing quick and powerful.
All Hecto could do was dodge, he hadn’t fought since he had been released. This went against what had been asked of him by his Chieftain who he respected above all! The chieftain roared at him “Fight me Hecto” he lunged forward swinging for a gut blow “or die!”
Hecto was caught in the stomach. This one thing caused a chain reaction from Hecto; first Hecto’s hand shot out and caught the chieftain in the jaw. Second Hecto coughed hard and groaned in pain…and pleasure. He suddenly felt an ecstasy of purity that he had not felt in a long time.
Hecto looked up at the chieftain, his eyes ablaze with its old rage. He then lunged forward on the offensive; he swung with a left hook and caught the chieftain in the jaw. The chieftain was caught off guard by this sudden attack, but it didn’t stun him long. The chieftain came back with heel kick aimed at Hecto’s stomach. Hecto caught the chieftain’s foot and spun swinging the chieftain off the ground; he released sending the chieftain flying. Instead of smashing hard into the ground the chieftain rolled and came up and charged into Hecto knocking him to the ground. Hecto tried to get up but the chieftain continued to pound Hecto until Hecto whined in submission.
The chieftain held out his hand and helped Hecto up. “Hecto do you wish to learn to fight like me? Do you wish to regain my trust and your honor?” Hecto nodded “Please pack leader…I wish to please you and the pack” He went down onto one knee. “Then Hecto I will train you…and you will join the covenant and prove our packs worth.” He placed his hand on Hecto’s head “Go… you may rest for tonight.”
Hecto trained with the chieftain for many years he would always tell Hecto “one day Hecto…you will kill me…and this will all be yours”. Hecto always just brushed it off as a compliment, knowing that he would never be able to kill such an amazing warrior.
Finally at the age of 17 Hecto enlisted and was stationed to the brute ship “Devoted Rage” as part of the Devoted Rage Hecto was put in another military pack. The Devoted Rage was soon sent to harvest at first to be support, but soon the fight turned bad and Hecto was sent to the surface. His lance was supposed to destroy a human hard point, but in route to it his lance was hit by a group of warthogs that bombarded their position with fire from their machineguns.
His Commanding officers were killed except for one who quickly seized control. The remaining commander led the pack on its way back to the Devoted Rage.
This was a bad move because they were forced to take an alternative route because of human patrols. Soon they came to a large opening, were a small group of wraith tanks had been enroute to help Hecto’s lance.
They took the wraith tanks and went around the human patrols and managed to make it back to the human hard point. They then proceeded to bombard it with the deadly blue rain. Apparently the humans had gotten reinforcements while the pack had been gone, and were planning on attacking a nearby covenant base using the hard point as a base of attack.
So in destroying the hard point they had thus stopped an impending attack.
Soon after Hecto and his pack were picked up by a phantom which returned them back to the Devoted Rage. On the devoted rage Hecto’s major was awarded the rank of captain, for his deeds. This left a hole which, having been recommended by his major, Hecto was glad to fill.
He was placed in charge of what was left of his old pack. His pack was placed under control of another pack
He was redeployed on harvest and his pack was now used to guard covenant bases. They would be set on patrols and other tedious security tasks. Hecto hated this cushy job. He deemed it a job for Kig-Yar and nothing more. He considered talking to one of the ultras about his pack receiving an alternant mission, when the base was attacked by a lance of humans.
The humans hit the front of the base hard and fast, causing panic on the lower ranks. Hecto, being the leader he was, quickly had his pack together and had a defensible position set up inside of the communications hall. He was able to hold off the humans and call for support. Because of Hecto’s actions the base sustained minimal casualties.
He was given a promotion to captain for bravery and faith. He was given a larger pack, plus his own, and was used as a primary infantry force. But soon after his promotion the battle on harvest was over and Hecto was given time to return home.
Once he returned home his pack had set a feast in honor of him. In his deeds as a soldier, he had proven his worth to his pack and had gained their respect. He was given the title Hect-us signifying his adult hood. But the feast was tainted by despair, for the chieftain had fallen ill. It was discovered he had no sons or young males who could fight him and take over the rank of chieftain.
At first every one thought that the chieftain’s guard would fight to decide who would be chieftain, but before any of the guard could challenge him, Hectus came forth and challenged the chieftain.
The chieftain only smiled “I’m glad it was you Hectus… I have something to tell you…” he beckoned Hectus closer “I…am your father…” Hectus was shocked by this sudden turn of events, but before he could question the chieftain any further the chieftain shouted “Let the battle begin!” He then shakily reached for The Pain of Greschkis. Once in his grasp he half heartedly swung it at Hectus, who caught it by the shaft and gave the chieftain a knowing look. The chieftain smiled and nodded at Hectus who then pulled the hammer from its owners grasp…and buried the spike deep into his chieftain’s forehead.
He turned to the crowd and lifted the hammer above his head giving a triumphant roar. The crowd at first was shocked….but soon joined in the cry, which soon took on a tone of pain at the passing of a great leader.
Hectus knew that he had done what was best for the pack. He also knew that in doing this he ensured the title ‘chieftain’ remained in the family and that he had done what his father had wanted him to do all along. He was now chieftain and if he wanted to keep control he could not show weakness. His father’s time was over; it was his time now, to lead the pack to glory.
NPCs:
Brute guards: Monkra and Sabra
They are twins who have a very dedicated personality. They have a playful rivalry towards each other and they are very codependent on each other; though they would never admit it they both enjoy each others company and like the competition. In the end they are the best for protecting the chieftain because of their blind devotion to him.
Brute Captains:
Serenus Grugem: Serenus is a stern leader who has a very precise personality. He is very well spoken and punctual. He holds every thing in a much scrutinized light. Every thing must be perfect. He has very high standards for the pack and he tends to make the pack reach them. Though he may not be the favorite he is a needed and a liked member of the pack.
Presdes Fortly: Presdes is a very laid back captain. He still upholds the law but he doesn’t follow every thing to the letter and he doesn’t get hung up on details. He is well liked by all of the pack, and helps the pack relax when he is around during a fight.
Brute majors:
Comandus Supry: Comandus is a very well liked major. He lets his lances slack off a little here and there, but he gets very strict when the time deserves it. He is a quick thinking major is the unofficial ‘leader’ of the majors. Most go to him for things that they don’t understand or if they need help.
Hetry ‘Bone cracker’ Werdy: Hetry or ‘bone cracker’ is a very personal major. He has taken the time to get to know his pack mates on a very personal scale, and shares a closer than usual bond with all of his pack mates.
Maxisis Retrun: Maxisis is a very aloof major, he tends to keep to himself and stay out of other pack mates business. He is a decent leader but he tends to get walked over because his attention is on other matters that not many understand or know about.
Brute minors under Comandus:
Nexul Grutly: Nexul is a very well worded minor; though he shows signs of Comandus’s personality he also shows signs of Serenus’s personality as well. So he tends to have a tight upholding of the rules BUT he seems to be able to relax when able to.
Abris Grugem: Abris is Serenus’s little brother and tends to act much like him. He has a very high standing for the rules and a very strict thought idea of how the pack should be. Though he has yet to prove himself he has tried and his future holds hope for him.
Bigler Boslam: Bigler is a very old minor veteran who never accepted promotions. He always felt that he did better helping other minors than he would lead. He is very quite and rarely talks except to say small kernels of knowledge to help other pack members.
Gurly “the bloody” Newbrus: Gurly is a Veteran like Bigler, who felt that he would do better off as a minor instead of as a major. He keeps up a very strict appearance to outsiders but is really a laid back minor.
Brute Minors under Hetry ‘bone cracker’ Werdy’s control:
Dufler Mufly: Dufler is a bit odd compared to the other minors of his file. He has a way of thinking that helps the pack stay on its toes. He has a way of wording something to seem so much more than it is. He is a very crucial part of pack though he doesn’t always get the respect he deserves.
Jakblus Grutl: Jakblus is a very hot headed minor. He is easy to anger and quick to fight. Though he has a temper he is still highly thought of. He tends to have problems articulating his thoughts but what he says ‘that isn’t insulting’ tends to be helpful and very useful.
Duchredes Lifro: Duchredes is a very devoted pack member who shares his knowledge with all who will listen. He has very strong beliefs that he keeps about himself.
Serep Him: Serep is an older minor not as old as Bigler but still old enough to be close to Jakblus and Duchredes. He is a very interesting person, he thinks much like Dufler but to a lesser extreme.
Brute minors under Maxims Retrun:
Tinclar Hitlam: Tinclar is a young minor who has seen little action but what their old planet used to provide. He is eager to please though that tends to make him annoying at times.
Kennle Kentla: Kennle is a very young, eager, minor. He aims high though sometimes he can’ make it all the way he still shows much potential and seems to be ready for a fight.
Tellom Yujik: Another inexperienced minor. Tellom is more down to earth and more serious than the other minors in this lance. He is one of the main focusing forces of the lance and helps keep the other minors from doing something stupid.
Grily ‘killer’ Frogem: Grily is strict minor who holds order up next to the pack. He was around when Hectus’s father was in charge and he feels that Hectus is too lenient and that his father’s law was much better upheld
RP Sample:
Hectus let the wind whip through his beard, enjoying the feel as their crafts made their way to a small defensive base run by local militia. Hectus had been called upon to handle a group of rebels that had been attacking a local supply dock.
His pack and another large pack were selected because of their skill and because they were the nearest pack, with the numbers, available. Apparently these rebels had been raiding cargo ships, and have slowly amassed a large assortment of weapons. They also are no meager force; they apparently are a hundred strong and have become a problem.
Hectus wasn’t very worried as to his victory; he was worried as to the cost of victory. He knew how a cornered beast acts, and he didn’t want some mongrel-blood rebel blowing up his pack.
Hectus’s thoughts were interrupted as the pilots voice came over the local battle net
“Pack leader, we are reaching our landing point, prepare for drop off.” Hectus turned to the pack members he had in his drop ship.
“Prepare brothers” he roars over the engine “we approach the heretic’s base!” He double checked The Pain of Greschkis, then turned to the side bay and looked over the jungles of their home planet.
Soon they arrived to a clearing in the jungle. Hectus stepped into the middle of the drop ship and allowed himself to gently float down into the soft grass. As soon as his feet touched the ground he jogged to the tree line, allowing the next load of soldiers to be dropped off.
He waited and watched as the other phantoms landed, dropping the rest of his pack and the other land. Soon the last Jiralhanae landed. He was the chieftain, a very large imposing figure. Though smaller than Hectus, he had a way of holding himself that emanated power.
The smaller Jiralhanae approached Hectus and stood looking him in the eyes. Hectus searched them for emotion, a hint to what this chieftain is like. He found nothing but a black abyss.
The other Jiralhanae snorted and looked Hectus up and down
“Are you going to stare at my beauty or are we going to kill some heretics?” the other chieftain asked smiling at Hectus. Hectus snorted in return and moved towards were his pack sat checking gear.
“Listen up!” he said standing in the middle of the two packs “we will be attacking the rebels from the east north-west side of their camp. We will move in and hit them hard, disable their stolen vehicles and cut off their escape routes. We will send our two best lances in first and have the rest of our lances form a circle around their base stopping them from escaping! We will tighten our soldiers noose around their heretic necks and slaughter them!” He raised The Pain of Greschkis above his head shaking it.
The pack gathered around him and got down on their knees as Hectus began to do the battle prayer. He began with the barks, roars and grunts his pack language used form the old days. He prayed for strength, courage, honor and victory. He chanted about the god’s greatness and their weakness in comparison. He finally ended it by lift the hammer above his head, signaling his pack to rise and form up.
“Presdes take Maxims and his lance to form a circle with the other chieftains, Serenus you’re with me and the rest of the pack lets move!” He said jogging to the east.
They jogged together for a while before Presdes broke off from the lance and began to spread out with the other packs lance, forming a large circle.
He trusted Presdes to his job, forming up with the other chieftains lance Hectus stopped them in the foliage of forest.
The rebels had set up sentries with light plasma turrets. They were old models that had been scraped and replaced by newer models. Past the sentries were about 20 buildings varying in size. There were quite a lot of people wandering about the camp, they were shaggy dirt covered Jiralhanae; they seemed to have no ranks and were but…brutes!
The sentries’ barley paid attention as they sat staring into space. Hectus snorted and moved over to the other chieftain
“These are fools, they will fall quick. My pack will move in and attack, driving them out to were your pack may slaughter them.” Not waiting for an acknowledgment, Hectus moved back to his pack and made a sweeping hand motion over the camp.
“Quick, go Sabra and Monkra.” His personal guards nodded then suddenly burst forward. The rebels eyes widened at the sudden attack, they had enough time to open their mouths before the two guards slit the sentries throats with the blades attached to their maulers.
They gently laid the sentries down on the ground; they then turned to the bushes and waved the pack forward. The pack crept forward with surgical precisian, inching along the soft grass into the village.
The pact crept into the village and spread out; they entered houses and slit throats of rebels. Soon the small village had but a few sentries on the other side of village.
The pack approached the other side of the village, or at least were it was supposed to be. As they came to the other side they found what looked like an entrance to a cave, in front of the entrance were two rebels with fuel rod canons. These rebels looked better trained and more dedicated to their task. The sweep crazed gaze over the village. Luckily Hectus’s pack was hidden behind several houses.
Hectus made some quick hand motions, signaling for bone cracker and Comandus to go opposite sides and attack. The majors nodded and made their way around towards the targets. They kept close to the buildings, creeping slowly up towards the rebels. They got close then…
The silence of the forest was torn by the shlink of spikers. From the forest around the cave entrance came the other chieftain’s pack. They looked raged and blood thirsty. Hectus knew that this meant that there was no leading them.
“KILL THEM!” Hectus screamed raising the Pain of Greschkis above his head. The pack didn’t even hesitate; they raised their weapons and fired a huge volley of spikes mixed with a couple of grenades fired from a brute shot.
Soon grenades flew causing even more devastation, sending spikes, rocks and smoke all around the entrance. Hectus snorted and moved his head around trying to see through the smoke. Finally the thick grey smoke cleared to show a lone rebel clawing himself out of the pile of bodies.
The rebel looked up at Hectus and growled, then turned and ran down into the cave roaring, alerting the other rebels.
Hectus growled and got on the local battle net calling Presdes
“Presdes tighten the noose the heretics have more forces than we thought.”
“Yes pack leader we will choke the life out of the vermin.” Presdes said.
Hectus snorted and made his way over to the hole. It was wide enough for four of the pack to stand abreast and tall enough for the pack to stand upright.
Hectus entered first, with Serenus, Comandus and bone cracker next to him. Hectus entered cautiously, not wanting the rebels to ambush them. The tunnel began to wind, twisting deeper into the earth. Soon loud talking could be heard and light flooded the tunnel as they came around the corner of a bend.
The tunnel came out into a large cavern under ground, the walls had holes and buildings carved into it, and in the very middle of the cavern sat a “pack” of rebels all looking at one who was shouting about ghosts and evil gods. Soon a very large rebel stood up from the crowed, he was tall and well muscled, and though tall for a rebel he was still only an average compared to Hectus and his pack.
This new brute had what looked to be a large tear shaped rock on a metal stick. He apparently was their chieftain. Hectus just snorted and had his men creep forward; he left half his forces behind to guard their escape.
Hectus led his now split pack towards the crowed of rebels. He nodded towards Serenus who nodded back and readied his brute shot. Hectus then charged the group of rebels gripping The Pain of Greschkis, and swung it right into the crowed.
His swing was rewarded with a load rush of gravity, sending rebels flying and leaving others stunned. Hectus then dove onto his stomach allowing his pack to open fire upon the rebels that were left. Soon the airs were Hectus’s head had been seconds ago was filled with super heated metal. The wall of spikes cut the rebels down, splattering red blood all over the floor.
Hectus stood up and snorted at the rebels, and at how easy they were to kill. Hectus spoke to soon, for as those thoughts crossed his mind, the holes in the walls were suddenly filled with armed rebels, all of which had their weapons pointed at Hectus and his squad. Hectus cursed and crouched low, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get to any of them with out getting killed; he just hoped his pack would be able to help.
As Hectus began to prepare himself the other half of the pack ran into the cavern sending super heated metal at the holes. Most of the rebels ducked back, but some began to fire back. Hectus made a brake for it, running as fast as he could towards the cave exit. He caught up with his pack and managed to get into the cave tunnel.
He led them out into the bright burning sunlight to be greeted by the other chieftain, covered in blood. He had a hate filled look on his face.
“Hurry brother we must go!” Hectus said looking over his shoulder. The other chieftain just laughed and pulled his hammer off his back.
“You killed my pack…YOU WILL DIE!” he roared charging at Hectus and swinging. Hectus was surprised, but was still on his toes. He brought up his own hammer and blocked the other chieftain’s hammer.
The other chieftain had two large blades on the front of his hammer, which screeched across the metal of Hectus’s sending sparks every where. Hectus roared and shoved against the hammer causing the smaller chieftain to stumble backwards. He then spun swinging the back of the hammer, with the crescent moon blades. He aimed high swinging for the other chieftain’s head. He was rewarded with a loud thud and a groan. Followed by the chieftain falling forward into a pool of his own blood.
Hectus whipped around to see his pack holding off the onslaught of rebels. He jumped onto the battle net and called in his phantoms that were waiting out side of the hot zone.
“We will be there within a few minutes, try and hold out pack leader.” Hectus roared and grabbed the dead chieftain’s spiker. He raised it and opened fire upon the rebels. He was deadly accurate, sending spikes into the eyes of his enemy. He and his pack had soon painted the tunnel red, and turned the dirt to bloody mud.
They were met by return fire, spikes, plasma even flack. Soon the flood of rebels was starting to push its way forward, creeping closer to the outside.
Hectus kept firing, sending spikes into the face of the beast, but it wasn’t enough. The rebels now moved as one entity with one goal, to kill. They rushed forward up towards the lip of the cave.
Hectus knew that if the rebels made it out of the cave, this fight would become much harder. He rushed forward and pulled the flame grenade off his belt and flung it at the on coming horde. The orange vile smashed against one of the rebels causing fire to erupt around them, but it did little. The horde just stepped on the burning and creped closer to their goal.
Hope seemed to be lost as they made it to the lip and were about to be over run, when suddenly a fresh wave of fire rained down on the rebels.
Presdes and his lance forward and joined the defensive, sending added fire upon the rebels. With this added fire the rebels were forced back down the tunnel. Screeching in rage some of them blind rushed out into the onslaught of spikes.
Soon the hum of phantoms could be heard, giving Hectus’s pack a jump of moral. They fought harder with vicious spirit. Finally the phantoms arrived and hovered above them. They were lifted up into the belly of the drop ship. The phantom turned and opened up on the cave entrance.
The heavy turret fire caused the cave to collapse upon itself, killing or trapping the rebels inside.
Rank:Chieftain
Name:Hectus ‘Lock jaw’ Teruines
Race:Jiralhanae
Age:38 Human years
Height:8,10 f/t
Weight:1,800 .lbs
Appearance:A larger than average Jiralhanae, Hectus is very well built with thin, silver fur and greyish white skin. He has a large scar going from the base of his neck to the edge of his bottom lip, which he got from an ODST trooper who had used a combat knife as a last resort against Hectus.
He has a large silver beard, splashed with flecks of white.
His eyes are but dark burnt coals, heated by his rage and devotion to his pack. He wears a modified headdress which has a mouth guard to cover his face.
His forearms are cords of muscle that have been toned over years of battle. His legs are equally toned like his arms. He has many scars on them as well, some puffy grey others were practically invisible.
Finally, he wields the Pain of Greschkis
Greschkis was the first brute chieftain to be deemed, officially, a middle set pack. He used secret police tactics and used many brutes and kig-yar as examples. Brutally torturing them in public places.
He was soon feared by all lesser races, and loved by his fellow brutes. He led boldly and the pack prospered. Until after reaching old age Greschkis became deathly ill. In his illness he became delusional and feared no one would remember his greatness. So in his delusion he made the pain of Greschkis. It was then passed down through the centuries.
The hammer has been passed down through Hectus’s pack since its creation. Though its makeup has changed, its look has been preserved. It now has all the normal capabilities that other gravity hammers have and it has a few added things, such as its three crescent shaped blades attached to the back. It also has a large spike attached to the bottom. This spike is made so it can send electric shock through it and into the victim, and finally, it has a bladed pommel.
Strengths:Very capable soldier physically. Very good at close quarters and mid rang weapons. Great leader that gives a tight knit feeling to his pack. Deep devotion to the covenant and to his pack this is a strength because it means he puts them before himself and makes him good at accomplishing his goals.
Weaknesses:Long range weaponry. Very stubborn personality. Will not let any one insult his pack. Will sacrifice himself for his pack. Deep devotion to the covenant and to his pack this is a weakness because it means his own life is lower than that of his religion and that of his pack.
Biography: Hecto was born on Doisac, in a master pack. He never knew his father and his mother left his pack and went to live with another. So he lived in a pack commons were all unparented pack children went.
His master pack was in charge of the local planets up keep and of its defense against the bands of rouge packs of Jiralhanae. He grew up learning the brutal ways of the Jiralhanae and the special tactics of intimidation that his pack implemented against the local packs that had the strength to challenge the pack.
When he was but 12 he brutally attacked a rival group if peers from a deferent pack. When questioned as to what he told them “They said that their pack was better…so I showed them they were wrong.” After that incident, an older Jiralhanae named Bractus took Hecto under his wing.
Under Bractus’s guidance Hecto soon learned to use his brutality to his advantage. He trained for many a year until he soon began to take his training and use it to strike terror into the hearts of neighboring packs. The other packs would fear to sleep because they would wake too many of their people slaughtered in the night.
Hecto began to become out of control, killing people every night. Many of his pack members, and leaders, turned a blind eye, using him as a tool to threaten other packs into submission. But one day his pack woke to find that in the night he had slaughtered a small village. Sparing no one, Bodies lay in the streets with their throats slit. Children had been strangled. At first the pack was in rage but that rage turned to fear. They knew that if Hecto wasn’t controlled, they might be next.
After a long council it was decided that Hecto would be taught by the pack leader. Hecto was forced to sit in a room full of rival pack members who taunted him and disgraced the pack’s name. Yet Hecto was chained and could do nothing to stop them.
He remained chained for days, each day the taunts would get worse, and each day Hecto would rip, tear and yank on his chains in hope of reaching those who disgraced his clan so boldly. The days turned to weeks which turned to months. Finally when his verbal assaulters entered Hecto didn’t stir he just sat staring into space.
The chieftain was alerted to this sudden change in behavior. He asked Hecto why he didn’t want to kill them. Hecto looked up at his chieftain and said
“I know they mean nothing and that if they really had any strength they would fight me.” With these words the chieftain let Hecto go free. His killing nature had been curbed…to an extent.
Hecto no longer killed for the thrill of it instead he wandered around the village. He seemed to have no purpose, not being able to kill, he felt nothing, he was nothing. He would do nothing but wonder and seemed to be in a trance. It was not until his Chieftain came to him that Hecto even talked to any one.
The Chieftain came to him and told Hecto that his was worried that Hecto would do nothing to make the pack proud. Hecto just looked at the chieftain with a look of confusion. The chieftain said it was time for Hecto to let his rage out. The chieftain took Hecto to a large field. He made Hecto stand away from him, and then suddenly attacked Hecto. He sent blow after blow at Hecto. Each blow would be amazing quick and powerful.
All Hecto could do was dodge, he hadn’t fought since he had been released. This went against what had been asked of him by his Chieftain who he respected above all! The chieftain roared at him “Fight me Hecto” he lunged forward swinging for a gut blow “or die!”
Hecto was caught in the stomach. This one thing caused a chain reaction from Hecto; first Hecto’s hand shot out and caught the chieftain in the jaw. Second Hecto coughed hard and groaned in pain…and pleasure. He suddenly felt an ecstasy of purity that he had not felt in a long time.
Hecto looked up at the chieftain, his eyes ablaze with its old rage. He then lunged forward on the offensive; he swung with a left hook and caught the chieftain in the jaw. The chieftain was caught off guard by this sudden attack, but it didn’t stun him long. The chieftain came back with heel kick aimed at Hecto’s stomach. Hecto caught the chieftain’s foot and spun swinging the chieftain off the ground; he released sending the chieftain flying. Instead of smashing hard into the ground the chieftain rolled and came up and charged into Hecto knocking him to the ground. Hecto tried to get up but the chieftain continued to pound Hecto until Hecto whined in submission.
The chieftain held out his hand and helped Hecto up. “Hecto do you wish to learn to fight like me? Do you wish to regain my trust and your honor?” Hecto nodded “Please pack leader…I wish to please you and the pack” He went down onto one knee. “Then Hecto I will train you…and you will join the covenant and prove our packs worth.” He placed his hand on Hecto’s head “Go… you may rest for tonight.”
Hecto trained with the chieftain for many years he would always tell Hecto “one day Hecto…you will kill me…and this will all be yours”. Hecto always just brushed it off as a compliment, knowing that he would never be able to kill such an amazing warrior.
Finally at the age of 17 Hecto enlisted and was stationed to the brute ship “Devoted Rage” as part of the Devoted Rage Hecto was put in another military pack. The Devoted Rage was soon sent to harvest at first to be support, but soon the fight turned bad and Hecto was sent to the surface. His lance was supposed to destroy a human hard point, but in route to it his lance was hit by a group of warthogs that bombarded their position with fire from their machineguns.
His Commanding officers were killed except for one who quickly seized control. The remaining commander led the pack on its way back to the Devoted Rage.
This was a bad move because they were forced to take an alternative route because of human patrols. Soon they came to a large opening, were a small group of wraith tanks had been enroute to help Hecto’s lance.
They took the wraith tanks and went around the human patrols and managed to make it back to the human hard point. They then proceeded to bombard it with the deadly blue rain. Apparently the humans had gotten reinforcements while the pack had been gone, and were planning on attacking a nearby covenant base using the hard point as a base of attack.
So in destroying the hard point they had thus stopped an impending attack.
Soon after Hecto and his pack were picked up by a phantom which returned them back to the Devoted Rage. On the devoted rage Hecto’s major was awarded the rank of captain, for his deeds. This left a hole which, having been recommended by his major, Hecto was glad to fill.
He was placed in charge of what was left of his old pack. His pack was placed under control of another pack
He was redeployed on harvest and his pack was now used to guard covenant bases. They would be set on patrols and other tedious security tasks. Hecto hated this cushy job. He deemed it a job for Kig-Yar and nothing more. He considered talking to one of the ultras about his pack receiving an alternant mission, when the base was attacked by a lance of humans.
The humans hit the front of the base hard and fast, causing panic on the lower ranks. Hecto, being the leader he was, quickly had his pack together and had a defensible position set up inside of the communications hall. He was able to hold off the humans and call for support. Because of Hecto’s actions the base sustained minimal casualties.
He was given a promotion to captain for bravery and faith. He was given a larger pack, plus his own, and was used as a primary infantry force. But soon after his promotion the battle on harvest was over and Hecto was given time to return home.
Once he returned home his pack had set a feast in honor of him. In his deeds as a soldier, he had proven his worth to his pack and had gained their respect. He was given the title Hect-us signifying his adult hood. But the feast was tainted by despair, for the chieftain had fallen ill. It was discovered he had no sons or young males who could fight him and take over the rank of chieftain.
At first every one thought that the chieftain’s guard would fight to decide who would be chieftain, but before any of the guard could challenge him, Hectus came forth and challenged the chieftain.
The chieftain only smiled “I’m glad it was you Hectus… I have something to tell you…” he beckoned Hectus closer “I…am your father…” Hectus was shocked by this sudden turn of events, but before he could question the chieftain any further the chieftain shouted “Let the battle begin!” He then shakily reached for The Pain of Greschkis. Once in his grasp he half heartedly swung it at Hectus, who caught it by the shaft and gave the chieftain a knowing look. The chieftain smiled and nodded at Hectus who then pulled the hammer from its owners grasp…and buried the spike deep into his chieftain’s forehead.
He turned to the crowd and lifted the hammer above his head giving a triumphant roar. The crowd at first was shocked….but soon joined in the cry, which soon took on a tone of pain at the passing of a great leader.
Hectus knew that he had done what was best for the pack. He also knew that in doing this he ensured the title ‘chieftain’ remained in the family and that he had done what his father had wanted him to do all along. He was now chieftain and if he wanted to keep control he could not show weakness. His father’s time was over; it was his time now, to lead the pack to glory.
NPCs:
Brute guards: Monkra and Sabra
They are twins who have a very dedicated personality. They have a playful rivalry towards each other and they are very codependent on each other; though they would never admit it they both enjoy each others company and like the competition. In the end they are the best for protecting the chieftain because of their blind devotion to him.
Brute Captains:
Serenus Grugem: Serenus is a stern leader who has a very precise personality. He is very well spoken and punctual. He holds every thing in a much scrutinized light. Every thing must be perfect. He has very high standards for the pack and he tends to make the pack reach them. Though he may not be the favorite he is a needed and a liked member of the pack.
Presdes Fortly: Presdes is a very laid back captain. He still upholds the law but he doesn’t follow every thing to the letter and he doesn’t get hung up on details. He is well liked by all of the pack, and helps the pack relax when he is around during a fight.
Brute majors:
Comandus Supry: Comandus is a very well liked major. He lets his lances slack off a little here and there, but he gets very strict when the time deserves it. He is a quick thinking major is the unofficial ‘leader’ of the majors. Most go to him for things that they don’t understand or if they need help.
Hetry ‘Bone cracker’ Werdy: Hetry or ‘bone cracker’ is a very personal major. He has taken the time to get to know his pack mates on a very personal scale, and shares a closer than usual bond with all of his pack mates.
Maxisis Retrun: Maxisis is a very aloof major, he tends to keep to himself and stay out of other pack mates business. He is a decent leader but he tends to get walked over because his attention is on other matters that not many understand or know about.
Brute minors under Comandus:
Nexul Grutly: Nexul is a very well worded minor; though he shows signs of Comandus’s personality he also shows signs of Serenus’s personality as well. So he tends to have a tight upholding of the rules BUT he seems to be able to relax when able to.
Abris Grugem: Abris is Serenus’s little brother and tends to act much like him. He has a very high standing for the rules and a very strict thought idea of how the pack should be. Though he has yet to prove himself he has tried and his future holds hope for him.
Bigler Boslam: Bigler is a very old minor veteran who never accepted promotions. He always felt that he did better helping other minors than he would lead. He is very quite and rarely talks except to say small kernels of knowledge to help other pack members.
Gurly “the bloody” Newbrus: Gurly is a Veteran like Bigler, who felt that he would do better off as a minor instead of as a major. He keeps up a very strict appearance to outsiders but is really a laid back minor.
Brute Minors under Hetry ‘bone cracker’ Werdy’s control:
Dufler Mufly: Dufler is a bit odd compared to the other minors of his file. He has a way of thinking that helps the pack stay on its toes. He has a way of wording something to seem so much more than it is. He is a very crucial part of pack though he doesn’t always get the respect he deserves.
Jakblus Grutl: Jakblus is a very hot headed minor. He is easy to anger and quick to fight. Though he has a temper he is still highly thought of. He tends to have problems articulating his thoughts but what he says ‘that isn’t insulting’ tends to be helpful and very useful.
Duchredes Lifro: Duchredes is a very devoted pack member who shares his knowledge with all who will listen. He has very strong beliefs that he keeps about himself.
Serep Him: Serep is an older minor not as old as Bigler but still old enough to be close to Jakblus and Duchredes. He is a very interesting person, he thinks much like Dufler but to a lesser extreme.
Brute minors under Maxims Retrun:
Tinclar Hitlam: Tinclar is a young minor who has seen little action but what their old planet used to provide. He is eager to please though that tends to make him annoying at times.
Kennle Kentla: Kennle is a very young, eager, minor. He aims high though sometimes he can’ make it all the way he still shows much potential and seems to be ready for a fight.
Tellom Yujik: Another inexperienced minor. Tellom is more down to earth and more serious than the other minors in this lance. He is one of the main focusing forces of the lance and helps keep the other minors from doing something stupid.
Grily ‘killer’ Frogem: Grily is strict minor who holds order up next to the pack. He was around when Hectus’s father was in charge and he feels that Hectus is too lenient and that his father’s law was much better upheld
RP Sample:
Hectus let the wind whip through his beard, enjoying the feel as their crafts made their way to a small defensive base run by local militia. Hectus had been called upon to handle a group of rebels that had been attacking a local supply dock.
His pack and another large pack were selected because of their skill and because they were the nearest pack, with the numbers, available. Apparently these rebels had been raiding cargo ships, and have slowly amassed a large assortment of weapons. They also are no meager force; they apparently are a hundred strong and have become a problem.
Hectus wasn’t very worried as to his victory; he was worried as to the cost of victory. He knew how a cornered beast acts, and he didn’t want some mongrel-blood rebel blowing up his pack.
Hectus’s thoughts were interrupted as the pilots voice came over the local battle net
“Pack leader, we are reaching our landing point, prepare for drop off.” Hectus turned to the pack members he had in his drop ship.
“Prepare brothers” he roars over the engine “we approach the heretic’s base!” He double checked The Pain of Greschkis, then turned to the side bay and looked over the jungles of their home planet.
Soon they arrived to a clearing in the jungle. Hectus stepped into the middle of the drop ship and allowed himself to gently float down into the soft grass. As soon as his feet touched the ground he jogged to the tree line, allowing the next load of soldiers to be dropped off.
He waited and watched as the other phantoms landed, dropping the rest of his pack and the other land. Soon the last Jiralhanae landed. He was the chieftain, a very large imposing figure. Though smaller than Hectus, he had a way of holding himself that emanated power.
The smaller Jiralhanae approached Hectus and stood looking him in the eyes. Hectus searched them for emotion, a hint to what this chieftain is like. He found nothing but a black abyss.
The other Jiralhanae snorted and looked Hectus up and down
“Are you going to stare at my beauty or are we going to kill some heretics?” the other chieftain asked smiling at Hectus. Hectus snorted in return and moved towards were his pack sat checking gear.
“Listen up!” he said standing in the middle of the two packs “we will be attacking the rebels from the east north-west side of their camp. We will move in and hit them hard, disable their stolen vehicles and cut off their escape routes. We will send our two best lances in first and have the rest of our lances form a circle around their base stopping them from escaping! We will tighten our soldiers noose around their heretic necks and slaughter them!” He raised The Pain of Greschkis above his head shaking it.
The pack gathered around him and got down on their knees as Hectus began to do the battle prayer. He began with the barks, roars and grunts his pack language used form the old days. He prayed for strength, courage, honor and victory. He chanted about the god’s greatness and their weakness in comparison. He finally ended it by lift the hammer above his head, signaling his pack to rise and form up.
“Presdes take Maxims and his lance to form a circle with the other chieftains, Serenus you’re with me and the rest of the pack lets move!” He said jogging to the east.
They jogged together for a while before Presdes broke off from the lance and began to spread out with the other packs lance, forming a large circle.
He trusted Presdes to his job, forming up with the other chieftains lance Hectus stopped them in the foliage of forest.
The rebels had set up sentries with light plasma turrets. They were old models that had been scraped and replaced by newer models. Past the sentries were about 20 buildings varying in size. There were quite a lot of people wandering about the camp, they were shaggy dirt covered Jiralhanae; they seemed to have no ranks and were but…brutes!
The sentries’ barley paid attention as they sat staring into space. Hectus snorted and moved over to the other chieftain
“These are fools, they will fall quick. My pack will move in and attack, driving them out to were your pack may slaughter them.” Not waiting for an acknowledgment, Hectus moved back to his pack and made a sweeping hand motion over the camp.
“Quick, go Sabra and Monkra.” His personal guards nodded then suddenly burst forward. The rebels eyes widened at the sudden attack, they had enough time to open their mouths before the two guards slit the sentries throats with the blades attached to their maulers.
They gently laid the sentries down on the ground; they then turned to the bushes and waved the pack forward. The pack crept forward with surgical precisian, inching along the soft grass into the village.
The pact crept into the village and spread out; they entered houses and slit throats of rebels. Soon the small village had but a few sentries on the other side of village.
The pack approached the other side of the village, or at least were it was supposed to be. As they came to the other side they found what looked like an entrance to a cave, in front of the entrance were two rebels with fuel rod canons. These rebels looked better trained and more dedicated to their task. The sweep crazed gaze over the village. Luckily Hectus’s pack was hidden behind several houses.
Hectus made some quick hand motions, signaling for bone cracker and Comandus to go opposite sides and attack. The majors nodded and made their way around towards the targets. They kept close to the buildings, creeping slowly up towards the rebels. They got close then…
The silence of the forest was torn by the shlink of spikers. From the forest around the cave entrance came the other chieftain’s pack. They looked raged and blood thirsty. Hectus knew that this meant that there was no leading them.
“KILL THEM!” Hectus screamed raising the Pain of Greschkis above his head. The pack didn’t even hesitate; they raised their weapons and fired a huge volley of spikes mixed with a couple of grenades fired from a brute shot.
Soon grenades flew causing even more devastation, sending spikes, rocks and smoke all around the entrance. Hectus snorted and moved his head around trying to see through the smoke. Finally the thick grey smoke cleared to show a lone rebel clawing himself out of the pile of bodies.
The rebel looked up at Hectus and growled, then turned and ran down into the cave roaring, alerting the other rebels.
Hectus growled and got on the local battle net calling Presdes
“Presdes tighten the noose the heretics have more forces than we thought.”
“Yes pack leader we will choke the life out of the vermin.” Presdes said.
Hectus snorted and made his way over to the hole. It was wide enough for four of the pack to stand abreast and tall enough for the pack to stand upright.
Hectus entered first, with Serenus, Comandus and bone cracker next to him. Hectus entered cautiously, not wanting the rebels to ambush them. The tunnel began to wind, twisting deeper into the earth. Soon loud talking could be heard and light flooded the tunnel as they came around the corner of a bend.
The tunnel came out into a large cavern under ground, the walls had holes and buildings carved into it, and in the very middle of the cavern sat a “pack” of rebels all looking at one who was shouting about ghosts and evil gods. Soon a very large rebel stood up from the crowed, he was tall and well muscled, and though tall for a rebel he was still only an average compared to Hectus and his pack.
This new brute had what looked to be a large tear shaped rock on a metal stick. He apparently was their chieftain. Hectus just snorted and had his men creep forward; he left half his forces behind to guard their escape.
Hectus led his now split pack towards the crowed of rebels. He nodded towards Serenus who nodded back and readied his brute shot. Hectus then charged the group of rebels gripping The Pain of Greschkis, and swung it right into the crowed.
His swing was rewarded with a load rush of gravity, sending rebels flying and leaving others stunned. Hectus then dove onto his stomach allowing his pack to open fire upon the rebels that were left. Soon the airs were Hectus’s head had been seconds ago was filled with super heated metal. The wall of spikes cut the rebels down, splattering red blood all over the floor.
Hectus stood up and snorted at the rebels, and at how easy they were to kill. Hectus spoke to soon, for as those thoughts crossed his mind, the holes in the walls were suddenly filled with armed rebels, all of which had their weapons pointed at Hectus and his squad. Hectus cursed and crouched low, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get to any of them with out getting killed; he just hoped his pack would be able to help.
As Hectus began to prepare himself the other half of the pack ran into the cavern sending super heated metal at the holes. Most of the rebels ducked back, but some began to fire back. Hectus made a brake for it, running as fast as he could towards the cave exit. He caught up with his pack and managed to get into the cave tunnel.
He led them out into the bright burning sunlight to be greeted by the other chieftain, covered in blood. He had a hate filled look on his face.
“Hurry brother we must go!” Hectus said looking over his shoulder. The other chieftain just laughed and pulled his hammer off his back.
“You killed my pack…YOU WILL DIE!” he roared charging at Hectus and swinging. Hectus was surprised, but was still on his toes. He brought up his own hammer and blocked the other chieftain’s hammer.
The other chieftain had two large blades on the front of his hammer, which screeched across the metal of Hectus’s sending sparks every where. Hectus roared and shoved against the hammer causing the smaller chieftain to stumble backwards. He then spun swinging the back of the hammer, with the crescent moon blades. He aimed high swinging for the other chieftain’s head. He was rewarded with a loud thud and a groan. Followed by the chieftain falling forward into a pool of his own blood.
Hectus whipped around to see his pack holding off the onslaught of rebels. He jumped onto the battle net and called in his phantoms that were waiting out side of the hot zone.
“We will be there within a few minutes, try and hold out pack leader.” Hectus roared and grabbed the dead chieftain’s spiker. He raised it and opened fire upon the rebels. He was deadly accurate, sending spikes into the eyes of his enemy. He and his pack had soon painted the tunnel red, and turned the dirt to bloody mud.
They were met by return fire, spikes, plasma even flack. Soon the flood of rebels was starting to push its way forward, creeping closer to the outside.
Hectus kept firing, sending spikes into the face of the beast, but it wasn’t enough. The rebels now moved as one entity with one goal, to kill. They rushed forward up towards the lip of the cave.
Hectus knew that if the rebels made it out of the cave, this fight would become much harder. He rushed forward and pulled the flame grenade off his belt and flung it at the on coming horde. The orange vile smashed against one of the rebels causing fire to erupt around them, but it did little. The horde just stepped on the burning and creped closer to their goal.
Hope seemed to be lost as they made it to the lip and were about to be over run, when suddenly a fresh wave of fire rained down on the rebels.
Presdes and his lance forward and joined the defensive, sending added fire upon the rebels. With this added fire the rebels were forced back down the tunnel. Screeching in rage some of them blind rushed out into the onslaught of spikes.
Soon the hum of phantoms could be heard, giving Hectus’s pack a jump of moral. They fought harder with vicious spirit. Finally the phantoms arrived and hovered above them. They were lifted up into the belly of the drop ship. The phantom turned and opened up on the cave entrance.
The heavy turret fire caused the cave to collapse upon itself, killing or trapping the rebels inside.
