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RIN AND MATSURU

(Post was made by @Verjil and I)

Rin has been stripped of her position. Memories of the unwanted incident had her in tears as she sulked alone in house arrest in the Endeavor Common Room. Matsuru went off to Rin’s down as soon as he could. He stopped by some local shops to pick up some snacks and presents, anything that would help cheer her up. When he got there, he knocked on her dorm door. “Rin, it’s me.” Resonating with the voice amidst the chaotic noises that clouded her judgment, Rin could barely form a sentence. A simple, sound nod signaled the flame inside her dorm, reluctant yet willing for companionship in such a time. "I failed...the voices in my head just won't go away."

Behind his calm face, his gut was wrenching in two. He hated seeing people going through such pain. He hated that he doubts his ability to help her. Yet he stays calm. “Can you let me in Rin? I can help … I brought chocolates, your favorite.” As Rin began to walk with hope, her body just stopped moving. Intrusive thoughts whispered through her, a sensation, predisposition of not to open the door. She wailed with anxiety creeping, the room suddenly dropped in temperature, cold air visibly emitting from the gaps of the door, enough for Matsuru to feel. "LEAVE ME ALONE!"
A chilling blast came through the cracks, blasing Matsuru right in the face, causing him to take a step back. Shocked, but largely unshaken. "Alright..." Matsuru activated his quirk, a purple light filling the corridor. Focusing, he can see through the door. He sees Rin. disheveled, drained, fighting for control of her own body. He's seen her like this before, but it never fails to break his heart. "Rin... I know you don't mean that. I know what you have to live with is hell on earth. But I also know that you once saved me from my own hell." Even though he does his best to keep his composure, he does begin to tear up. "So please, Rin. Let me help you with yours."

It was a psychological nightmare. The voices that rooted in her head were more than just conscience, but independent sentience of two minds against her own will. "NO!”
"Ok... Time for plan B." Matsuru turned his gaze to the door's lock. Using Judgement Gaze, he quickly discerned the lock's shears. Then, using his older cousin Momo’s quirk, he was able to make a copy of the key. He really hated using his quirk like this, but desperate times and whatnot. "Rin, I'm coming in. Please don't kill me."

In the same manner, Matsuru was tapped in the back by what seemed to be an image of Rin that seemed visceral, almost vestigial. Was it a vision? What is a phantom? Was it a premonition? Rin was inside their room but what was that? The distorted image was in anguish as it faded quickly. Even Matsuru’s Judgement Gaze couldn't make heads or tails about what he saw. He kept the image in a mental note, telling himself to look into that apparition later. He unlocked the door and stepped into Rin's dorm.

"Rin is not here." The voice sounded older yet youthful. The other one nodded, "Yeah, she's not here." Said voice sounded childlike. Matsuru sighs and puts the presents and snacks down on her bed. His eyes illuminescent with tempered fury. "And I imagine I have the unfortunate pleasure of speaking with her two hitchhikers?" After a brief moment, his visionfaded into nothingness. Nothing but a white landscape clouded Matsuru's vision, it wasn't physical, rather mental. A mental landscape between her and Rin.

Matsuru takes a moment to examine the area. "So... This is how it will be." He starts moving towards Rin, determined to reach her. His pace was cut off by… an apparition? A memory? He wasn’t sure. A baby was crawling on the floor, attempting to reach its milk. The drink was situated atop a table. "What in the... A child?" Matsuru looks around and grabs the milk for the child. "Who are-." The milk disappeared and the child who smiled at Matsuru suddenly turned into worry. Two toddlers were pulling Matsuru's legs, as if they spawned directly from the ground. With each pull, the grip grew stronger/ It was as if Matsuru was sinking in quicksand.

"Oh, motherf-." He struggles to get himself free, batting away at the children. "Rin... RIN!!" He vainly yells out. In a sudden flash, the air around him drops in temperature. A flash frost engulfs Matsuru and the surrounding area in an outward blast. "Get away from me you damned mongrels!" Matsuru, now using Rin's quirk, shoves the children away. He leaps back, a small snow tempest still circling around him. With that burst of power, the children were shredded into immaterium. But a new set of figures emerged. Matsuru saw three girls, not toddlers but children. The other took the milk away from the said girl and drank it. The two girls were picking on the tormented girl.

After taking a deep breath and dispelling his copied quirk. Matsuru took a moment to center himself. "This is a test... Just like your stories, Matsuru, this is a test." He starts walking forward to the three children. "Hey, you three!"

The image shifted into a different turn, everything began to spiral, even Matsuru’ It felt like his body and soul were being shredded into pieces, twisting and swirling. He saw a house, he saw a couple crying, he saw the tormented child once more. It was vaguely a police crime scene. Then suddenly it all came crashing, an image of a snow mountain and an avalanche. The vision stopped, snapping Matsuru back to reality. Rin has been shaking him from his daydreaming. The apparitions ended. "Darling... Darling...."

His eyes were lulled, still glowing purple with his quirk, but his gaze was completely glossed over. When he finally came too, he saw Rin shaking him awake. It took some time for him to put two and two together. "Oh, hey... Are you feeling bette?" He let out a sheepish chuckle. In truth, he felt like absolute shit. Whatever that vision was, it made him feel like he just went through a rigorous fight. In a flash, Rin's eyes bled blue, appearing to have been stabbed by two ice picks. "Darling..." A reflection of Matsuru appeared to him. "She's mine and you'll never save her." The vision ended for real.

"MOTHERF-" Matsuru awakens in a sudden jolt of adrenaline. "Rin... RIN!" He was back in Rin’s dorm. For real this time. Rin is tucked into her bed, pretending to be asleep. Matsuru rushes to her side, only pausing once he gets to her bedside. Though he is exhausted from the literal mental gymnastics, he conjures what willpower he has left and uses his quirk to examine her. After making sure she is physically ok, he sighs a breath of relief and chuckles to himself. "You know, Rin. I don't need my quirk to see when you're faking your sleep."

The skin behind his neck prickled, his brain yelling out in warning. His quirk, Judement Gaze, saw something was coming. And that something wasn’t good. "Feeling sentimental, Mr. Yaoyorozu?" Ravens appeared out of the blue. The professor, appearing out of nowhere, found herself with a sword pointed to her neck. Matsuru, having created the sword and maneuvered it to whoever was going to show up in a fraction of a second, hesitated only when he saw who appeared. "Ravens... If I was a second slower, I would have taken your head off."

"No, I doubt that would have happened" The mirage of Ravens gestured over to Rin, who was now fully awake. "Turn her over for questioning, I'm sure Chisaki, by the virtue of Madame Todoroki, has told you to turn over suspicious Hawks Interns."

"Rin..." His eyes flared in anger, only to return to a tempered state. "I turned over Hawk's Interns to detention, I did what was asked." He kept his sword at Ravens' neck. "You will not touch her." Ravens sighed, she trusted select people about her identity but to think, such a thing would backfire. "Fine. If one of her answers to the League, don't blame me for your regrets." Ravens disappeared.

Matsuru stayed in the same stance for a little, his mind racing. "League? Regrets?" He didn't know, and that troubled him. Well, more things to push into the 'figure out later' mental folder. Using his quirk one more time, he scanned the general area of Rin's dorm to make sure no one was eavesdropping. Once he was satisfied, he deactivated his quirk and knelt down next to Rin's bed. "Hell of an evening, huh?" She agreed with Matsuru. "I'm under house arrest. I rather not talk about it. Let's go watch the Hero Billboard Top 10 Ranks. I'm hungry too. You got those chocolates?” Matsuru reaches for the chocolates he brought, giving Rin a whole box. "I hope you don't mind the shape... It's all they had." The carton is shaped like a heart. Rin didn't mind about the shape, they watched what they needed to and a commercial break was fireworks.

TWO HOURS LATER

Matsuru groaned in grogginess. It took a moment for him to readjust to his surroundings. At first, everything was unfamiliar to him. Then his recollection hit him like a train. This familiar bed, this weight on his chest, this familiar nip in the air... He could say, with certainty, that he was in Rin's room. And he has a pretty good idea what just happened.

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Detention... Why did it have to be detention

No matter how academic and studious Matsuru Yaoyorozu might be, he's not like his cousin. She is constantly eager to learn and boasting a rigorous work ethic. In truth, Matsuru hated school. It was so... bureaucratic, yeah that's the word. In his mind, he saw Eirei as a big game of politico. It's not about what you learn or what you do, its about who you know and who knows you. Luckily for Yaomatsu, he didn't have to play their venerate "game of thrones". His blood alone is enough to secure a comfortable position within the hero world after graduation. Not even including his prestige, accolades, and skill. He hated the innate hierarchy of the classes, the pompous teachers, and even the perverted seniority many of his older classmates carry with them. The only reason he was here was because of her. Rin.

Rin Himura. The same woman who constantly teases him to sheer embarrassment in front of others. The same woman who atrociously shot one of her students. The same woman who can turn into a completely different person, one of petulant and plight. The same woman who saved him back in UA. The same woman who showed him the true meaning of being a hero. The one who taught him the loving nature of the argent snow.

The one who he loved dearly.

Even now, walking through the corridors of the campus, hearing the rumors of the classroom incident be spread around so casually, it sickened him. Hearing what Rin said, what she did, what everyone is saying about her. It makes him feel vile, makes him want to do vile acts.

Yet he loves her dearly.

Matsuru grumbled as, behind him, followed a conglomerate of students. Kaiga, Yusuke, and many others (namely from the Hawkes Agency) tallied behind him like ducklings to a mother goose. In truth, much about this did not sit well with Matsuru. It was he that instigated the conflict in 1B, a class he has no real authority over. And because of his actions and implications, others suffered punishment while he did not. Matsuru has read many stories where the protagonist was falsely implicated of crimes. And while they ran, an antagonist chased them down. Whether by order of sickle or scepter, they must capture the protagonist. An innocent man. For a crime they did not commit. Why? Because that was how the story was written.

And in this story, he held both sickle and scepter in his hands like a mad tyrant. In his mind, he was the antagonist.
This did not sit well with him.

And yet, Matsuru did not say much. He marched on with the orders he was given like a good soldier. No matter the doubt in his mind or the pit in his stomach, he put one foot in front of the other and ordered around hero's-in-training like a sergeant to his inferiors.

We were not soldiers.
We were meant to be better.

Analogies, metaphors, and references filled his already clouded mind. The bickering between Kaiga and Yusuke dulled out like a muffle echo in a storm. He sighed to himself in a way only he would hear "I want to see Rin."

He brought the students to detention like the good little soldier he was.

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In many ways, this whole series of events would be classified as a, putting it simply, "fucking disaster".

Even as Matsuru stood to throw his book, his mind was racing with warnings. Don't do it, He'll copy your quirk, and You know this will end poorly blared like alarms in his mind. Yet still he acted. He yelled and threatened one of his juniors. Yes, Yusuke is a dam idiot, someone Matsuru does not hold in high regards. But still, it would not justify the actions he took. Under all his anger and frustration, he felt pity and remorse. He kept his face in an angered state to help mask his feelings of regret. When some of the students of 1B came to reprimand him, he welcomed it. "Listen to them. Calm down and listen to them." Matsuru took a deep breath and begun to deactivate his quirk, the light from his eyes fading to a dim glow.

When he thought all of the tension would pass, his gut tightened into a knot. His eyes, now fully iridescent in an indigo glow, saw some telltale sings from Rin he was all too familiar with. A sudden, distinguished chill nipped at the nape of his neck. Her soft expression sharpening. Her very aura changing. Thanks to his quirk, he was able to identify these changes much quicker than anyone else in 1B would. He knows what these signs mean, she's changing into that thing. He's seen it some times before. Namely when Matsuru almost missed their anniversary due to a last minute assignment being given to him from Endeavor's Agency. In a flash, he lowered his body and rushed forward, out of the cone of attack. He didn't know what would come, he just knew he needed to dodge.

What Matsuru didn't expect was for Rin to pull out a gun, of all things. He saw her point it at Yusuke, now completely engrossed in multiple copies of quirks, and shoot at him from an extremely close range. Now closer to the front of the room, he saw as Yusuke dropped to the floor (most likely unconscious) and the entirety of Class 1B erupt in a flurry of emotion.

He considers himself a learned man. Given his progeny and potential, he was always blessed with the best education and tutors money could buy. Hell, he even entered both UA and Eirei through recommendation. But none of his years of training and numbered encounters in the streets could have prepared him for these series of events. In truth, he froze up. His mind ablaze, cognitively working overtime partly due to his Quirk trying to absorb the multitude of unforseen events that occured. It wasn't until one of the students, Kaiga, yelled for him to follow. Why was he carrying Yusuke? Oh, yes, probably to take him to the nurses office. Why was I supposed to follow? Rin probably asked me too.

He purposefully ignored all the commotion and comments being thrown around. He was already in a heightened state of agitation, the last thing this class needs is another of his outbursts. As he moves to follow Kaiga, he passes by Rin. He leans in and whispers in her ear "Meet me at my dorm after your class, lets talk."

~~=~~

The walk to the nurses office was, for lack of a better term, uneventful. Matsuru, now fully composed and back to his normal observant self. Held a pensive demeanor. Much of his mind was filled with the series of unfortunate events that followed his outburst. His focus was broken once Kaiga broke the silence.

"Um nice weather we're having right"

A chuckle escaped his lips. He allowed himself a small smile. This boy... He's heard much about him, namely through the grapevine from the other first and second years. A fanatic of his former employer and family acquaintance. A kindhearted gentleman with a true sense of camaraderie and brotherhood. A hero with a sense of "street-smarts" and an awareness not learned but earned. If Matsuru had to akin him to sonething, it would be a Hearth. A strength of a flame yet a homeliness little could match. Even now, the poor boy is trying to make small talk. Matsuru found comfort in that.

"My apologies, Kaiga. It was inappropriate of me to act in such a way, much less in front of my Juniors." He looks up to the first year and offers a quaint smile. "I do believe this is out first time speaking in a personal setting. I am Matsuru Yaoyorozu. I have heard much about you, Asagumo-Kun," He would outstretch his hand.

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Matsuru

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Yaoyorozu Matsuru

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Observant Hero, Sherlock

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
27-9=20XX (19 years old)

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Matsuru was born a gifted child into the Yaoyoruzu clan. Being given the best education and tutors money could buy, he spent most of his childhood in some form of academia. He excelled in his studies, and quickly gained a reputation in his clan for his quick mind and acute perception (aided by his quirk).

He followed in the steps of his older cousin, Momo, and enrolled into UA. When he first attended classes, he was truly only focused on completing the courses to become a hero. In his mind, duty triumphed over all. Through the aid of Rin and his peers, he soon came to learn that there is more to being a hero than duty. In essence, he “gained some humanity” from his time in UA.

Now forming a close bond with Rin, he decided to follow her to Uni. Enrolling through recommendation, he quickly honed his quirk and mind to the best of his abilities. As of recently, he’s a member of Endeavor’s agency, acting as its Student Advisor.

Matsuru is very academic focused. He loves to read Victorian era literature and poetry, and is frequently studying or training during his free time. His drive to be a hero is kind of twofold. First reason is simple: he's a genuinely decent guy. Level headed, confident, and emotionally sound. He’s able to put things into perspective with a level of maturity that someone much older than him would have. He’s seen what villains can do, he also knows he has an extremely powerful quirk. In his mind, becoming a hero is not just a matter of fate, it’s a matter of duty. The second is a more selfish reason. It could be considered his flaw. He’s always had an obsessive curiosity over his quirk, Judgement Gaze. Constantly pushing its limits not because of a drive to become stronger but because of a curiosity to see how far he can push it. He is, at heart, a curious man. And his own obsessive curiosity of his own limitations could easily be used against him

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Observation
Cardio-Based exercises
Orienteering
Reading (has an immense love for, as stated above, victorian era literature)
Academics

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Notepad & pencil
A rather beefy book, used for both utility & offense (if needed)

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Judgement Gaze - Awakened

When activated, Matsuru’s eyes glow purple. He gains, within a range of 80 meters, the ability to see in the dark and deduce patterns into simpler forms. This allows him to do a multitude of things. Learn anything at a more rapid pace, discern someone’s next action through their “body language”, have an overall heightened perception, and have increased cognitive function.

Throughout Matsuru’s decade-and-a-half of intensive training and studying, he’s elevated his quirk’s potential to a new level. He is able to, effectively, copy someone else’s quirk. This is done through a complicated process that he has split into two categories, analysis and comprehension. In layman's terms, the more he observes someone using a quirk + his own comprehension of how the many concepts behind said quirk = his success in replicating the quirk. More esoteric quirks and ones he has spent little to no time observing are incredibly hard for him to replicate.

There are also limitations to his copying ability. No matter how much effort he puts into the analysis and comprehension stages, his copies will never be as powerful as the original quirks. There is also the time it takes to perfect his copy. Just like any skill or field of learning, it takes studying and effort for Matsuru to make a safe, serviceable copy. Of course, he could use his heightened cognition when he activates Judgement Gaze to speed the process along, but rushing anything in life could lead to disastrous consequences. The same is for Matsuru's quirk. If he rushes the process of copying a quirk, he might end up injuring himself while activating it.

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Near one of the window seats sat a second year. He had unkept short hair with rich indigo eyes. In his hands was a copy of "The Complete Works of Shakespeare". He took turns reading a passage from "Othello" and observing the class. On his uniform was a "Student Advisor" badge.

Many in class 1B would know of Matsuru, even if its simply through passing stories. Being someone who was accepted to Eirei through a letter of recommendation tends to come with the glancing rumors. Though he is also a Student Advisor, like Rin, he has not been assigned a class to teach yet. In truth, he is completely fine with this turn of events. It gives him an opportunity to do something he rarely gets to do nowaways, satiate his curiosity.

When he heard that Jun, Hebi and Kaiga were being put into the same class, his mind went abuzz with curiosity. Though only being a year younger than Matsuru, they have achieved so much in so little time. For heavens sake, one of them won the sports tournament. It's not often that he would be able to witness such raw potential in a long time. It also helps that the class-designated Student Advisor was Rin. As if he needed more reason to justify his actions of sitting in on the class.

Everything was going smoothy until Yusuke came into the class. Matsuru closed his book and stared intently at him. He knew of Yusuke, and even had the unfortunate experience of crossing paths with him a handfull of times. To put it simply, Matsuru absolutely dislikes him. His demeanor is abhorred and his attitude is absolutely awful. What irks Matsuru off even more is that Yusuke is powerful, very powerful. To him, no one of Yusuke's character should even be allowed entrance to Eirei.

It was when Yusuke opened his mouth and started spouting nonsense that Matsuru's entire demeanor changed. It was one thing to tolerate his overall shitty nature, but to do it so boldly to everyone, to Rin... Enough was enough. Matsuru stood from his seat and threw his book directly at Yusuke. His indigo eyes now glowing like a neon light as his face contorted with tempered anger.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." he said through bated breaths. "So much as say one more thing and I swear to whatever you hold dear I will personally ensure that the entire school sees me beat you into a bloody, worthless, pulp you wretched excuse of a human."

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Matsuru

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Yaoyorozu Matsuru

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Observant Hero, Sherlock

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
27-9=20XX (19 years old)

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Matsuru was born a gifted child into the Yaoyoruzu clan. Being given the best education and tutors money could buy, he spent most of his childhood in some form of academia. He excelled in his studies, and quickly gained a reputation in his clan for his quick mind and acute perception (aided by his quirk).

He followed in the steps of his older cousin, Momo, and enrolled into UA. When he first attended classes, he was truly only focused on completing the courses to become a hero. In his mind, duty triumphed over all. Through the aid of Rin and his peers, he soon came to learn that there is more to being a hero than duty. In essence, he “gained some humanity” from his time in UA.

Now forming a close bond with Rin, he decided to follow her to Uni. Enrolling through recommendation, he quickly honed his quirk and mind to the best of his abilities. As of recently, he’s a member of Endeavor’s agency, acting as its Student Advisor.

Matsuru is very academic focused. He loves to read Victorian era literature and poetry, and is frequently studying or training during his free time. His drive to be a hero is kind of twofold. First reason is simple: he's a genuinely decent guy. Level headed, confident, and emotionally sound. He’s able to put things into perspective with a level of maturity that someone much older than him would have. He’s seen what villains can do, he also knows he has an extremely powerful quirk. In his mind, becoming a hero is not just a matter of fate, it’s a matter of duty. The second is a more selfish reason. It could be considered his flaw. He’s always had an obsessive curiosity over his quirk, Judgement Gaze. Constantly pushing its limits not because of a drive to become stronger but because of a curiosity to see how far he can push it. He is, at heart, a curious man. And his own obsessive curiosity of his own limitations could easily be used against him

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Observation
Cardio-Based exercises
Orienteering
Reading (has an immense love for, as stated above, victorian era literature)
Academics

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Notepad & pencil
A rather beefy book, used for both utility & offense (if needed)

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Judgement Gaze - Awakened

When activated, Matsuru’s eyes glow purple. He gains, within a range of 80 meters, the ability to see in the dark and deduce patterns into simpler forms. This allows him to do a multitude of things. Learn anything at a more rapid pace, discern someone’s next action through their “body language”, have an overall heightened perception, and have increased cognitive function.

Throughout Matsuru’s decade-and-a-half of intensive training and studying, he’s elevated his quirk’s potential to a new level. He is able to, effectively, copy someone else’s quirk. This is done through a complicated process that he has split into two categories, analysis and comprehension. In layman's terms, the more he observes someone using a quirk + his own comprehension of how the many concepts behind said quirk = his success in replicating the quirk. More esoteric quirks and ones he has spent little to no time observing are incredibly hard for him to replicate.

There are also limitations to his copying ability. No matter how much effort he puts into the analysis and comprehension stages, his copies will never be as powerful as the original quirks. There is also the time it takes to perfect his copy. Just like any skill or field of learning, it takes studying and effort for Matsuru to make a safe, serviceable copy. Of course, he could use his heightened cognition when he activates Judgement Gaze to speed the process along, but rushing anything in life could lead to disastrous consequences. The same is for Matsuru's quirk. If he rushes the process of copying a quirk, he might end up injuring himself while activating it.

Dulce et Decorum Est - A WWI Inspired Nation Roleplay (Mark II)

WIP, MORE TO BE ADDED LATER

Hello There

Name of Nation: El Reino de Bettoña

Government: Constitutional Monarchy

Culture:
-Ethnic distribution (Caelum, Dastrians, and Converted (Barbarians living in Bettoña)
-traits of the Caelum
-cold colored skin (all forms of blues, blue-greens, and violets)
-glowing eyes
-silver or black hair (most common)
-traits of the barbarians
-can range from any race, discovered and undiscovered

-Cultural Ideals (different than every ethnicity)
-Caelum (tradition above all, honor ancestors, death restores grace)
-Dastrian-Humans (dastrian ideology mixed with honoring ancestors)

-Religion
-Eyes are a gift from the sun and skin is a gift from the moon
-Sol (sun deity) and Luna (moon deity)
-They would sacrifice an action (akin to lent) for fifteen rotations.

History:
-founded the year 1483
-used to be a republic (a coalition of many cities)
-coalition came about from possible war with Dastria
-civil war lead it to a kingdom, caused by corruption in gov officials
-kingdom founded in 1746
-Lukos Marcellus was the Patriarch of the dynasty

-Populist Rebellion led to Constitutional Monarchy
-rebellion quelled through diplomacy and favors

-War with Dastria (war of red sand, three-year war) (Bettoña loss due to civil war) and Barbarians (The Reconquista)
-Reconquista was led to help expand their territory (1787-1802)

-Lead up to the modern era

Territorial Claims: South of Dastria

Economy: Major trade partners: Dastria and The Celestial Empire

Natural Resources: semi-arid

Technology:
ARMAS DE BATALLA MODELO 15: This is the chosen “rifle” for the penal units and legionaries who find themselves in CQC. Featuring a stock, iron scope, and double-action pin, this “rifle” (in reality it's just a revolver with a stock) fires five 10.9 mm rounds (the equivalent of a .44 magnum) before reloading

ARMAS DE BATALLA MODELO 23: The common rifle used for legionaries, this lever-action rifle was chosen because of its customizability for whatever problem presents itself. Its quickly interchangeable barrels and other attachments can mean the difference between life or death. It fires .30-30 Wincestro rounds (just .30-30 Winchester but with a fancy name). Though it is made in mass and is customizable, the metals used to make it are cheap. The gun itself is prone to breaking if used for long periods of time or put under stress.

Army: Bettoña has a small professional army, mainly consisting of Legatus’, Tribunus’, and Praefectus’. Their main fighting force comes from the required training and service from every able-bodied male and female Caelum, Dastrian, or Converted. The training lasts four months once the individual turns 20, or in some cases 19 if the guardian of the said individual allows it.

Having an army size of roughly thirty-two thousand, the Bettoñan army is split up into six legions of five thousand men each. Each legion consisting of ten cohorts (500 soldiers each) and about 300 cavalrymen (commonly referred to as Turma) for each legion (now with modern times, you will see the Turma being trained as engineers as well). The ranks are as follows:

Top brass: Typically appointed by Palrimento or El Rey, these ranks would be filled typically with Caelum, with rare instances of Dastrians and almost no instances of Converted.
-Legatus Augusti (Imperial Legate): Commanded two Legions.
-Legatus Legionis (Legion Legate): Under the command of the Legatus Augusti, in charge of one legion.
-Tribunis (Tribune): Second in command of a legion, serving under the Legatus Legionis.

Centurions: The lower-ranking officers, there were sixty of them in each legion (59 centurions and one Primaris Pilus). The higher ranking centurion would be the most in danger and would be getting higher pay
-Primaris Pilus (First File): There is only one Primaris Pilus in each legion, they are the chief Centurion and the Forward Hastati of the First Cohort.
-Forward Hastati: Centurion in charge of the first line. If it is the first Cohort, the rank goes to the Primaris Pilus.
-Rear Hastati: Centurion in charge of the second line.
-Forward Principes: Centurion in charge of the third line.
-Rear Principes: Centurion in charge of the fourth line.
-Forward Triarii: Centurion in charge of the fifth line.
-Rear Triarii: Centurion in charge of the Sixth line.
-Decurion: Apart from the typical Centurion hierarchy, the Decurions are the Cavalry officers, in charge of 10 to 30 Turma.
-Primaris Decurion: In charge of all Turma in one legion.

Citizen Ranks: These were the ranks of your typical soldiers.
Optio: The second-in-command for each centurion
Legionis: The typical infantryman
Cornicern: Worked in tandem with the Centurions. The Centurion would issue a command, and the Cornicern would make sure that every Legionis knows of it.
Decanus: In charge of a Conterburnium, or a ten-man unit.

Navy:
The Bettoñan military does not emphasize their navy, only having it to help protect the merchant ships from other nations and/or pirates. Their navy doctrine has always been a defensive one, seeing as any aggression led by their navy was met with disaster (heeding to the three years war against Dastria).

Air Force:
Bettoña’s air force is relatively new, only being founded six years ago. They have a small number of biplanes and an even smaller number of pilots, none of which are experienced in dogfighting. What shines in the Bettonan Air Force is their “close air support”. Because in reality, the air force is just there to support the Legions.

Rolls:
Land Area: 11
Land Fertility: 9
Natural Resources 9
Social Development: 9
Technological Development: 14
Industrial Development: 11
Total Economic Strength: 9
Land Power: 17
Naval Power: 14
Air Power: 12

Traits:
“The crown serves the people, the people serve the crown.” A common phrase in Bettoña, the people have high trust in the government because of what the Marcellus dynasty has done for the people.
“Death brings honor, no surrender.” The Bettoñan military has drilled its Legionis with the thoughts of honor through heroics and that a heroic death is the best honor one can have. This being said, it would be very rare to see a Bettonan soldier willingly surrender. Of course, the Penal Units don’t share the same thoughts...

Foreign Relations: Part of the sphere

Other:
Notable Cohorts are The 5th Cohort and the 57th Cohort
THE 5TH COHORT: The Sanguine Riders
Notable for their plain white banner with three black raptor scratches. This all-Dastrian regiment is famous for their ferocity against opponents, even their own kin. Their first debut was during La Reconquista, in which they lead a charge against the Barbarians in the battle of the Dried Lake. They bought enough time for the ill-equipped Penal unit to retreat and for the professional soldiers to take their place. Even more famous than that charge was the final order from the Decurion Primaris of the 225 cavalrymen, Saldara Nunez. Before the charge, she left a final order to the Penal Unit. Have the reinforcements fire upon their position and kill the barbarian flank along with the cavalrymen. The 225 that charged that day, along with Saldara, received La Medalla de La Sol, the highest honor any Caelum, Dastrian, or Converted can receive. The cavalry regiment was officially named The Sanguine Riders. Fifty years later, famous Caelic painter Guillermo De La Cruz made an art piece immortalizing the Decurion Primaris and the brave 224 souls that rode with her entitled “Los Caballeros que Cabalgo al Infierno”, or “The Horseman who Rode to Hell.”



THE 57TH COHORT: Bellum Bettonan
A new experimental unit in the Bettoñan military, they are the first cohort of Shock troopers. They typically carry explosives, large-caliber guns, and axes into combat. When ordered to, they inject themselves with a neuro-stimulant that pumps Adrenaline into their body, making them faster and stronger. This being said, this drug is highly experimental and has unknown effects on the body of the user. So uses of these drugs are monitored and only used when ordered to. Apart from that, the Cohort got their name from their dirty, barbaric fighting (after all, the regiment is made up of converted barbarians). They are like a chained dog just anxiously waiting to be let off its leash.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Glelidor Rex

Name: Glelidor Rex, Deathstalker

Gender:Male

Homeworld: The Planet Ragnoth is far from ideal to live in. From its almost entirely carnivorous fauna to the neverending desert. Being in the middle of three suns, it is almost always dawn or day. Ragnoth, though, if far from uninhabitable. The natives of Ragnoth have adapted to its harsh environment by building large communities either underground or above ground, in which the buildings are made out of the surprisingly cool sandstone. Glelidor believes he was taken here by The Warp to see if he was worthy of living in the harsh universe.

Ragnoth’s fauna is mostly what you would see in a regular desert, except larger and more hospitable. Large rattlesnakes, check. Humongous cacti, you bet your bottom dollar. But the most dangerous of the animals that inhabit Ragnoth are the Deathstalker Scorpions. The residents of Ragnoth are wary of these beasts. Being the size of three humans, anyone would be scared of these monsters. All but Glelidor. He was notorious for killing Deathstalker Scorpions. So much so that he was called “The Deathstalker''.

Appearance:

Personality: Glelidor, though being a ferocious hunter and warrior, knows the value of his own life. Since he has gotten into many near-death situations before discovering he was a primarch, he knows to live his own life to its fullest, never straying away from a dull moment. Some adventures of his were riding a Deathstalker Scorpion to its nest, killing a group of bandits with nothing but a rusty knife, and beating his village chieftain in a brawl. He lives life by its moments, making memories that will last a lifetime.

Glelidor, though, has a darker side. He was blessed with a limitless memory. Meaning he doesn’t forget easily. If anyone has wronged him, he makes a mental note of it, making sure to pay them back in kind. It's not just limited to humans. He has enacted his wrath against animals and xenos alike. Just in case something happens to him, he writes down his grudges in a book he calls “The Iron Tome”. Once he completes a grudge, he crosses it off the page with his own blood. The grudges can be as small as pranking his friends back or as large as killing a heretic. Sometimes these punishments can get ludicrous. For example, one time his friend, Lucious, was captured by a group of raiders. Glelidor made it upon himself to blood eagle every single raider alive.

Skills: Glelidor already had a great memory, being able to recall events from his birth. But when he was reborn as a Primarch, his expansive memory only became better. He could not forget anything from natural causes. Only some massive warp-fuckery could alter his mind. He also has heightened perception. Being able to spot a needle in a haystack, as some would say. His greatest skill is his accuracy. With his heightened perception, he can spot an object from a mile away and can shoot it with a bolt pistol. Of course, he wasn’t naturally able to do this. This was a gift from the emperor

Assignment Grade: His assignment grade is epsilon. His main skills are bodily enhancements, being stronger, faster, more durable, and being able to perceive things that the normal human cannot see.

Biography: Glelidor, given that he lives in a practically abandoned and merciless planet, has had a steady upbringing.

His mother was a caregiver in his village and his father was a warrior, training him from a very young age to fight and survive. Everyone in the village knew him from a very young age as an infamous troublemaker, but a kind one at that. Whenever he would get caught getting in trouble, he would fess up and take the punishments like a man.

His parents always said he was a blessing from the stars. He never really knew what that meant until later in his life. Glelidor grew suspicions that he was not from Ragnoth when he was very young. He was fair skinned, while everyone else was tan. He was a tall man, standing at nine and a half feet tall, while everyone else was much smaller than him. When he finally confronted his parents about it, they confessed. He was not from this world. They found him when a strange pod crashed into the planet, not far from his village. The fact that Glelidor was not from this planet did not mess with him, though. He believed that he was meant for this village, and nothing would change that.

It was clear from a very young age that he was destined for something greater than Ragnoth. This first became evident with his memory. He had a nearly perfect memory, recalling things other people should not have. The village quickly used this to send him on espionage missions. These missions would never go according to plan. This was because of his headstrong mindset and an itch for battle. When he was sent to spy, he would come back with blood on his hands.

When he turned 12, it was time to be given his nickname. Everyone in his village was given a nickname when they turned 12. Instead of just being given one, Glelidor wanted to earn his. So with some convincing, he sent out on his own. His mission, to prove to the universe his worth.

Days passed and no one heard from Glelidor. Some were convinced that he simply died from dehydration. He appeared ten days later, towing a corpse of an eighteen foot tall Queen Deathstalker Scorpion.

The Village rejoiced in seeing Glelidor alive. They dubbed him “The Deathstalker” and named him a proper man. Mind you, he did all of this at the age of 12. His antics were only starting there, though. Every year, on his birthday, he would set out into the unforgiving landscape of Ragnoth and bring home the corpse of a Deathstalker Scorpion.

His village rejoiced in him as a hero, his enemies feared him like a demon, and his reputation spread across Ragnoth like a sandstorm. The tales and legends of The Deathstalker only got more and more ludicrous. Some say that he drank the blood of Baby Scorpions to stay hydrated during his adventures. Some others say that he rode an adult Deathstalker into battle.

Once Glelidor turned 18, the sands of fate were changing in Ragnoth. A revolution was brewing between the kingdom of Conace (the ruling governmental body) and the tribes. Glelidor knew that he had to do something about it, so he left his village and made his way to the capital of the resistance, a small hamlet known as “Requiem”. Word got out quickly that the Deathstalker was part of the resistance. Rising through the ranks quickly, he soon became the face of the revolution. He became great friends with the son of the rebellion’s head, Lucious. Both were cunning strategists and ferocious warriors, and soon became close friends. Fast forward three years, and the siege of Conace was about to end. Glelidor, now a hulking mass of man, led the final charge into the city on top of a Deathstalker. Needless to say, the revolution won, and a new government was in place.

The Meeting: Some call it a hellscape. Glelidor calls it home. It has been years since he has been to his village. Him being now a man and a war hero, he was hoping to see his tribe and family again to show them what he has accomplished. Though, playing in the back of his mind, was Lucious’ parting words.

“Be prepared for anything on your journey back. Ragnoth is an unforgiving planet”

Glelidor could not help but think what would be waiting for him. Having no technology at his village, he did not have a way of communicating with them. Slowly but surely, he made his way to his village. About halfway there, the sandstorm cleared. Once it did dissipate, Glelidor could have sworn he heard “Know you fate…” coming from the distance. He looked around, seeing nothing. He just shrugged it off, taking a mental note of what happened.

A quarter of the way there, the voice started repeating itself. “Know your fate, know your fate” Was playing non stop inside Glelidor’s head. It was maddening. He took a moment to sit down and take some water. While drinking, the captain thought he saw a glint of gold in the distance. He put his water down and stood up, only to see nothing but the dunes. “That's it, I am going mad.” Glelidor said to himself.

As he got closer to the village, the voices only got louder. Clutching his head, he stumbled over a sand dune, only to see a village destroyed. “No, nononono” He kept repeating to himself, trying to drown out the constant noise inside his brain. He got tunnel vision as he ran towards his home, getting visions of a man in gold, saying “Know your fate”. He heard screams of women and children, metal clanging against metal, and the splat of blood against sandstone.

Glelidor struggled to get to the heart of his village. Once he reached the center, all the visions and voices stopped. He let out a blood curdling scream. It echoed through the sand dunes. As he knelt in pain, he heard footsteps behind him. “Know your fate, Glelidor.” The voice said. As he turned around, he saw a giant of a man in gleaming golden armor. The giant knelt down, to get to Glelidor’s level. “I am simply a man, a vision to tell you who you truly are. You are my creation, a Primarch, one destined to lead my soldiers in the Grim Crusade. Remember this, my child. Remember your pain, your grudges. In this sorrow you will be reborn anew. Come to Terra, my son. There you will learn the truth of your heritage and your destiny..."

The Grudge Bearers

Legion Name: The Grudge Bearers

Legion Number: XXth

Legion Strength: Being one of their newer Legions of Space Marines, the Grudge Bearers have roughly eighty five thousand units. Though this does not mean that their replenishment rate is stagnant. The Geneseed of Glelidor is strong, so new Grudge Bearers are being reborn every single day.

Glelidor sometimes chooses Grudge Bearers that distinguish themselves in the field of battle. These “Deathstalkers Chosen” are the elite of the elite in his Legion. Where the Deathstalker is, the Chosen are not far behind.

Armour Appearance:

Warcry: “Today is our Victory Day!”
“Awake the Iron!”

Dramatis Personae:
ANCIENT LUCIOUS: Lucious was a close friend of Glelidor before he was made into a primarch. Often bickering with one another, they are almost inseparable. Lucious is wise beyond his years, and it shows. He is Glelidor’s right hand man, often taking the position as a tactician rather than a soldier. Due to his tactician nature, he has helped turn the tide of many battles.
“Through patience, we can defeat the enemy. Through wisdom, we can exploit their weaknesses.”
CONSULAR IGNEEL: The “Master-At-Arms” of the Legion, he is a space marine that has distinguished himself through the fires of combat. Igneel was the first member and the commander of the Deathstalkers Chosen, and is the second best fighter in the legion (right after Glelidor).
“Crush the Infidel!”

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role: The Grudge Bearers excel in infantry and armored combat. Their Space Marines are embedded with every grudge written in the Iron Tome, a book that Glelidor writes his grudges in. With all that knowledge, they are induced into a rage when seeing someone or something that is written in the Tome. This makes them excel in combat against said foe. If they are fighting anything that is not written in the book, they do average at fighting. This is where the Armored component comes in. They have modified Predators and Land Raiders that add more torque to the engines and more firepower to the guns. These modifications, though, make them expensive to produce. So there will be less tanks on the battlefield than an average Space Marine Chapter

Legion Characteristics/Ideology: While the Grudge Bearers are angry most of the time, they are also surprisingly cool headed when needed. For example, in battle. They only go into a blood-curdling rage when instructed, the rest of the time following orders to the letter. That's another thing about them, their reactions to orders. They are very literal with what they follow. For example, if instructed to stand guard, they will quite literally stand guard until they either die or are ordered to do something else. This is because of their sense of honor. If they do not complete an order, they will consider it dishonorable, and will try to do anything to amend it, even if it be “falling on their swords”.

Relationships: The Grudge Bearers are extreme in what they do and brave to the point of stupidity, this can be very off-putting to anyone who doesn’t understand them. While they gained the respect of the Imperial Guard’s high command, the grunts don’t have the highest respect for them. You see, the Grudge Bearers think that their sense of honor should be imposed onto everybody. This can lead to some awkward interactions with any other space marine or imperial guard.

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The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Is there still room to join? I think their are primarch spots, but the RP says its full, so I am a little confused