Andreyich

Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller

@RoosanSorry, I just couldn't see the point of him staying if he wasn't to help out. Oh well, I can edit if really needed.

The Forsaken

"Yeah yeah yeah!" he said when told to do as told. He thought he was in control of the situation, smiling arrogantly. Oh how wrong he was. They went through a cold dark clearing, passing corpses as they did so. Wonderful. He didn't bother commenting as they were pushed into a village and various remarks made, simply giving the noble a sarcastic wave/

He tried to resist a little when locked up but then stared at Otto, then at his feet. "If it comes down to it, I risked it and I will risk my life for ya again mate, but it seems like I might be the only one to make it out of this mess." he stated, knowing that while it was a good thing to not give a man false hope, it may not be taken so gracefully. Then he tucked his head in to minimize the forthcoming humiliation.

As Leonid was unlocked and lead into a building, he made sure to let some of the manure and excrement upon him fall down on the noble's floor if he could. Spite always made one's soul calm, even if it seemed to do the opposite. The Prussian gave a light chuckle when asked why not to be killed and looked about making sure those outside would not hear him. "Well your mates needed help passing some patrols, I heard." he said plainly, knowing it was probably a lie and the noble had wholly different motives.

Just Us

@Erklings25Anything really, apart from a dad or old man which were taken I have no preference.

Jurassic World: Loose Ends

Sprry gon' have to drop out.

Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller

@Leidenschaft Alright, I rolled a 16 for persuasion so I think I am more or less safe in at least convincing them we were not spying, should I make a separate roll for getting them to agree to going to socialize or...?

Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller

"Ahh, you're one of the geezers who remembers the same things as pepperidge farm, eh? Relax sir." he said, glancing behind himself. He put his cigar out but stuck it in a pocket for later. He didn't turn his head instantly to follow when Ben notified him of the suspicious activity, instead waiting a second or two to not appear inquisitive or completely in accord with him. "Damn." he remarked, not wholly with menace but mere surprise. There seemed to be more back-stabbery about here than it would at first seem. He realized that if something went wrong and there would be scandal or inter-agency troubles, he would be caught right in the middle of it and probably blamed. Perhaps it wasn't the ideal rebound job. Still, he took it and he was damned if a couple of hacks would stop him from finishing it so he memorized the license plate just in case.

He turned around before he too heard the footsteps and followed, but he was taller and went in after the old man, he was all but certain a glimpse of him was caught. "Alright chief, you can leave or well, stay but they got me." Victor said, quickly pulling out his phone and putting it to his ear while lighting a cigar. "Oh man, I was going down on my girl yesterday and I was telling her 'jeez you got a big ass, jeez you got a big ass,' and she says 'why'd you say that twice?' and you know what I said? 'That was the echo!' heartily laughing he turned to face the detectives and feigned the very best surprise he could; he even dropped his cigar as an added touch. "Oh shit guys, don't tell my boss I've been wasting time I'm supposed to be on duty! Look nothing was going to happen anyway, I won't do it again! Come on, if you forget this then maybe I'll show you one of the fancy restaurants we DHS guys can get reservations and pay for whenever we want?" he falsely pleaded. The chance to get to know the detectives personally and get information he otherwise couldn't was overwhelmingly attractive. If they wanted to play a game then so be it.

roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1565 (stealth [8])
roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1566 (persuasion [16])

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Name: Confessor Horacio (with the c pronounced as a "sh") Mazzini

Age: late 50s/early 60s, he prefers not to dwell on it.

Gender: male

Role/Order: Priest/Preacher

Personal Demeanour: He is incredibly rambunctious for a Confessor, chins jiggling with laughter as he goes through swathes of enemies with fire or Imperial Citizens with hymns. Still, when isolated and alone or in an extremely grim or grave situation he will quiet down and do his duty with the utmost of concentration. He has a particular hate for spies traitors and liars, despising even those who show some insincerity in jokes or such. This hate was born from dealing with the genestealer cults on the hive-world he was assigned to, making him utterly despise any sort of intrigue and secrecy. For that reason, he particularly adores the "confession" aspect of his profession, since it allows him to ascertain one of the most important things to him: the truth. For these reasons he unreasonably often recommends to more powerful members of the Adeptus Sororitas to force Sisters to become Repentias, or when assigned to the Guard he makes sure Commissars have absolutely no laxity. If however one does adhere to his (admittedly rigorous) views, then they will find a staunch, gentle ally and even friend in him.

Speciality: Close quarters combat; not hand to hand but just outside of that, in shotgun and side-arm range where he can best describe his enemy in his denouncement of them and aim his firearms properly, but not forced in to a melee where his age and inexperience with it will put him at a disadvantage.

Rank: Confessor.

Description: About 5'11 and quite rotund, he is an aged but spirirtful member of the Eclessiarchy having thick white mutton-chops and side-burns, but a head shaved clean. He has a stubby mangled nose that would have been much longer and pointier if it had not been damaged. His features are not particularly strong nor weak, although with age some flabby skin along with fat makes it hard to guess his bones' more or less average proportions.

History:

Born in a miscellaneous shrine world in Segmentum solar, Horacio was an extremely faithful lad, with parents who were of the same variety. His parents however were just a little maniacal in their faith (more than the usual for shrine worlders) and thus died upon one of their fasts when he was quite young. The lad was but six and had trouble accepting and comprehending what happened, but this was taken care of for him by the Schola Progenium. In the Schola Progenium the drill abbot made an undying faith even more firm, and eventually Horacio was transferred to the Eclessiarchy in his late teens to finish his education to become a Preacher.

When finished his education in the Eclessiarchy he was sent to Preach upon a hive world full of unrest alongside a Confessor sent there. He was quite young at the time so he had trouble connecting to the various people, and was quite stumped when many even ridiculed his sermons and he was thus forced to call the Arbites to clear out the spires. On one fateful night however, the Confessor was murdered and the civilian populace got only more violent entering near full rebellion. The young Priest was quite surprised when he was elevated to the position of Confessor by recommendation of the planetary governor, but he took the job and tried to do his best with it. He preached and fought, until the PDF and other forces began to notice that all the rebel elements looked alike, and some seemed to be mutated. It was but a week later that they realized a genestealer a cult was present, and the governor was one of them. It was the precise reason he recommended such a young and inexperienced Priest to become Confessor. Still, he fought tooth and nail now that the time to prove himself had come. They called for help from every nearby force and the message was always "hold out a little longer," and it kept coming until only one loyal hive spire remained loyal. By the time help had arrived, the planet was beyond redemption and a vortex missile was dropped down after Horacio and the mere dozen of survivors were taken evacuated.

The Priest now Confessor had come out much more experienced and learned from it all, but that was that. After that he roamed the stars preaching until he finally was attached to a convent of the Adeptus Sororitas. He was overjoyed to be with them. Finally there was a group whose faith was so incandescent, finally he met some people who knew all about the Imperial Cult and were not simultaneously looking down upon him for being of a lower rank. He preached, and had a good time thanks to an eager audience but he recently was called upon by an Inquisitor to help fight the enemies of man. Seeing it as another chance to prove himself, he agreed and now goes with the Undying Master's Holy Inquisition.

Equipment and Armament: Rosarius field, Blackhammer shotgun, Ceres pattern bolt pistol, power maul, carapace armour.

Miscellaneous: most youngits probably haven't watched it but think of him as an older version of Captain Mainwaring from Dad's Army.

Faces in the Moonlight: Trust Games and Shadow Wars, An Occult Action Thriller

@RoosanAlright I sort of have an idea on how to work this out. Either we pretend to act like chums going out for a smoke or Victor'll tell you to ditch him, which do you think is the way to go that your guy will play along with.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

Kurt was quite glad that somebody from his own Chapter was to be the one supervising him. The other Chapters of course did great service to Emperor and Imperium but they were so barbaric, so unorganised, and so arrogant despite it being quite clear that only one Chapter and it's successor's deserved the right to be arrogant; the Ultramarines. The least instigating word the Scout Sergeant could think of Chapters of another Primarch was "silly." The life of an Ultramarine was twice as much as one of the others, Kurt had to remember that.

He marched forth with his hands behind his back, staring at Brother Cylaris with praise. "I have done so many times, but I am still honoured to meet someone who has defended the Imperium's second capital, and the home of the warriors rivalled only by the Emperor's gilded honour Guard." he said, not particularly minding the fact that he was saying the Ultramarines were the best Marines. After all, arguing against that would be like arguing about the existence of one's boots -- Kurt quickly amended the thought remembering that he was not yet wearing boots. The Scout had the privilege of not being so thoroughly annoyed by the Priest of the Eclessiarchy and Servitors, for he merely had carapace armour. He sighed a little with grief as the ornately decorated carapace armour upon him was painted black. With it's dark shade, one would not even be able to make out the muscle shapes upon it, making dealing with nobles (especially ladies) quite a bit more difficult. Still, the Deathwatch was a test of one's mettle, he could not breeze through it like his usual duties.

The transhuman stared at his shoulder with his tongue sticking out as the greatest care was used to place the Deathwatch pauldron upon his shoulder. There. He gave a little sigh of relief, it was done. Presumably, they would soon go on to their duties that involved shooting and cutting. Still, there was time to kill. An eyebrow was raised in the direction of the neophyte grouped with von Inri, and Kurt asked the question. "Willing to give the secret of your Chapter away?" he asked with a smirk.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

I'll try to post right about now.

@Jbcool I more or less get what is happening but there are a lot of NPC names to memorize so I may in the future ask for clarification.