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Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The OOC is up!

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79959-whispers-in-the-dark-wh40k-chaos-space-marine-rp/ooc

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The OOC is up!

http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/79959-whispers-in-the-dark-wh40k-chaos-space-marine-rp/ooc

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

My character is an example for those who wish to make a traitor marine

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Name:"Father" Arabar
Age:467 (claimed age)

Appearance

Arabar in armor

Arabar's body itself is scarred and branded with the sigils and symbols of not only the chaos gods and chaos undivided, but also to a myriad of lesser daemons and champions of chaos.

Marine type:Dark Apostle

Devotion:Chaos undivided

Bio:Arabar, though a charismatic leader of his flock, has revealed little of his past. Even those of his inner circle have learned precious few details of their prophets past. He has revealed his age, and claims once to have been a Dark Apostle within the Word Bearers legion, and his armors colors seem to lend credence to his claim. He has never revealed how he knows about the whispers, or how he can know who can hear them and how intensely. Some may be suspicious of the pious man, his apparent withholding of information about his past and abilities more than a little unsettling, but he does quiet the voices by his presence alone, and his flock do not even know if he himself hears whispers.

Personality:Arabar is a passionate preacher, intoning the gods and their prayers with great fervor and zeal. He leads his flock with a clarity of vision and purpose akin to that of a madman, convinced of their own manifest destiny and the truth in the whispers. Charismatic, cruel and driven, Arabar will commit the most vile of acts on a whim, when he believes it is the will of the gods, and expects his flock to follow him without question, for he will lead them to a promised land of great power, if only they will follow.

Personal skills:Charismatic orator, can quiet the whispers simply by being present and can altogether silence them while giving delivering sermon and blessings. All the skills had by a chaos space marine, slightly bolstered by the blessings of the dark gods

Gear
Defiled Crozius Arcanum (power maul)
Mutated bolt pistol (Flesh blessed)
Word Bearers power armor/ MK 5 Heresy pattern(currently in Black hands regalia)

Assorted ammunition and gear
Frag grenades

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The Night lords were never pious, their faith laid in their weapons, and the pleasure of the kill. Since their betrayal they have haunted the Imperium, bringing death and fear to the servants of the false Emperor, but not because of the Dictates of any god... until the whispers began. Some of their number began to hear them, like claws scratching at a chalk board, the doubt in their minds screaming, as if the gods themselves were trying to tear them apart. Then, like a blessing, Arabar found them. The Dark Apostle found those Night Lord's who had heard the calling, those that had been found worthy, and he stoked the coals. In secret he preached to them, behind the backs of the unenlightened fools who made up the rest of the legion, he taught them the ways of the Dark Gods, of the power of Daemons. They became his flock, his hidden chosen apostles within the Night lords, and with his charisma he drove them further than ever before. From their own legion Gene seed was stolen, weapons and armor and other equipment. He told them of their pilgrimage, and that these things would be needed for the converted to succeed, for the whispers he said, were more than aging insanity, no, they were the calls, the beckoning of an ancient power, and that it would be them, his enlightened flock that would unleash it. With that, a new warband was formed, a pious group of traitors, on a mission from the gods. It was then, that the Calling, was born.

As the Dark Gods call... Who will answer?

Greetings, fellow traitors, I am your GM, as well as the Apostle Arabar, who has set us on this path. This RP takes place in, you guessed it, WH40K. As for the exact time? Around 675 M.38, and it is a story of faith, betrayal, power and death.
We are all of us chaos space marines, specifically most of us are former night lords, all but the Dark Apostle Arabar, but you have all found faith in the gods of chaos, and each of you found it the same way. As stated above at some point in your careers of murder and entropy, a whisper entered your thoughts, and refused to leave. And it only grew, louder and more constant, like a nail being driven into your skull. Then, on some battlefield, on some world, Arabar came to you, almost as if he simply appeared out of thin air. His mere presence seemed to soothe the voices, the whispers quieted as he spoke, and you could finally focus again.

Perhaps when he first told you of your destiny you scoffed, your skeptic mind and infidel soul refusing to believe the pious fool, but it was undeniable that it was he who could stop the whispers, and as soon as he left, they returned, just as terrible as before. So, you sought Arabar out, and eventually, you truly listened, and his words worked like magic, silencing the terrible droning voices, soothing your tired, sleepless mind, and he made sense. So now, you follow him, perhaps out of a genuine renewal or birth of faith in the gods, or perhaps simply because he soothes the voices... for now. And now, his flock numbers nearly a full company of converted Night Lords (about 100 marines).

So what makes you special? Simple, for you the voices were longer, louder, and more intense, and Arabar somehow knew it, he singled you out, and made you one of his chosen Apostles (imagine really evil Jesus and the Apostles... sorry of you find that analogy offensive) made you one of his inner circle.

In this RP you can be virtually any kind of Chaos space marine, a possessed, a chosen, a sorcerer or virtually anything else excluding Warlords, Daemon princess and other Dark Apostles. Remember, you were until very recently skeptical and impious night lords, so while I won't stop you from being a berserker, plague marine or noise marine, I hope you have a good Backstory (And you will have time to become one of those, this will be a long RP.)

Just a little bit more info, the pilgrimage is not a general one simply meant to inspire faith, you wish to know what the whispers are from, and if Arabar knows he has not told you, but insists answers can be found in the eye of terror.
To that end, only one last thing is needed to begin the pilgrimage, a ship. To this end, we will start the RP by stealing a Night lords battle barge, and making our escape to the eye.

Character sheet

Name:

Age:

Appearance:(Picture's of armor require a description for when it's not worn)

Marine type:(Possessed, chosen, sorcerer, Dreadnought etc.)

Devotion:(Chaos undivided, Nurgle, Slaanesh, Khorne, Tzeentech, personal patron daemon, or yet to devote)
this is very important, how did Arabar appeal to you? What God has he channeled your faith through? Please include further info in the bio, only the actual devotion need be placed here

Bio:(You may start from any point in the characters life, only required part is their meeting Arabar and how they came to follow him)

Personality:(This can be short if you more want it to come out in the RP)

Personal skills:(your own individual abilities, what's the traitor particularly good at)

Gear:(weapons, equipment, artifacts)

Warband name: The Black Hands

Post your characters in the OOC first foR approval

If you want to be a Co gm please pm me!

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The Night lords were never pious, their faith laid in their weapons, and the pleasure of the kill. Since their betrayal they have haunted the Imperium, bringing death and fear to the servants of the false Emperor, but not because of the Dictates of any god... until the whispers began. Some of their number began to hear them, like claws scratching at a chalk board, the doubt in their minds screaming, as if the gods themselves were trying to tear them apart. Then, like a blessing, Arabar found them. The Dark Apostle found those Night Lord's who had heard the calling, those that had been found worthy, and he stoked the coals. In secret he preached to them, behind the backs of the unenlightened fools who made up the rest of the legion, he taught them the ways of the Dark Gods, of the power of Daemons. They became his flock, his hidden chosen apostles within the Night lords, and with his charisma he drove them further than ever before. From their own legion Gene seed was stolen, weapons and armor and other equipment. He told them of their pilgrimage, and that these things would be needed for the converted to succeed, for the whispers he said, were more than aging insanity, no, they were the calls, the beckoning of an ancient power, and that it would be them, his enlightened flock that would unleash it. With that, a new warband was formed, a pious group of traitors, on a mission from the gods. It was then, that the Calling, was born.

As the Dark Gods call... Who will answer?

Greetings, fellow traitors, I am your GM, as well as the Apostle Arabar, who has set us on this path. This RP takes place in, you guessed it, WH40K. As for the exact time? Around 675 M.38, and it is a story of faith, betrayal, power and death.
We are all of us chaos space marines, specifically most of us are former night lords, all but the Dark Apostle Arabar, but you have all found faith in the gods of chaos, and each of you found it the same way. As stated above at some point in your careers of murder and entropy, a whisper entered your thoughts, and refused to leave. And it only grew, louder and more constant, like a nail being driven into your skull. Then, on some battlefield, on some world, Arabar came to you, almost as if he simply appeared out of thin air. His mere presence seemed to soothe the voices, the whispers quieted as he spoke, and you could finally focus again.

Perhaps when he first told you of your destiny you scoffed, your skeptic mind and infidel soul refusing to believe the pious fool, but it was undeniable that it was he who could stop the whispers, and as soon as he left, they returned, just as terrible as before. So, you sought Arabar out, and eventually, you truly listened, and his words worked like magic, silencing the terrible droning voices, soothing your tired, sleepless mind, and he made sense. So now, you follow him, perhaps out of a genuine renewal or birth of faith in the gods, or perhaps simply because he soothes the voices... for now. And now, his flock numbers nearly a full company of converted Night Lords (about 100 marines).

So what makes you special? Simple, for you the voices were longer, louder, and more intense, and Arabar somehow knew it, he singled you out, and made you one of his chosen Apostles (imagine really evil Jesus and the Apostles... sorry of you find that analogy offensive) made you one of his inner circle.

In this RP you can be virtually any kind of Chaos space marine, a possessed, a chosen, a sorcerer or virtually anything else excluding Warlords, Daemon princess and other Dark Apostles. Remember, you were until very recently skeptical and impious night lords, so while I won't stop you from being a berserker, plague marine or noise marine, I hope you have a good Backstory (And you will have time to become one of those, this will be a long RP.)

Just a little bit more info, the pilgrimage is not a general one simply meant to inspire faith, you wish to know what the whispers are from, and if Arabar knows he has not told you, but insists answers can be found in the eye of terror.
To that end, only one last thing is needed to begin the pilgrimage, a ship. To this end, we will start the RP by stealing a Night lords battle barge, and making our escape to the eye.

The last thing is the name of our new warband. Leave any suggestion for a name you have here, or PM it to me. I will be putting up the OOC soon as well, so grab those spots!

The Grand Crusade (An Alternative Warhammer 40k Rp) (Open)

Primarch

Name:Ludwig Wexler
Gender:Male

Homeworld:Ludwig drifted longer within the swirling chaos than any other Primarch when he was scattered alongside them by the chaos gods. His body came to rest on Veridia Secundus, a sister planet to a large mineral rich world. Veridia Secundus was the cardinal world, the seat of government for the sister worlds, and Primus was the planet from which the material wealth was mined.
Ludwig was adopted and named by one of the rich, Aristocratic families, the Wexler family to be precise. He was raised among decadence, taught the finer points of art, science and mathematics, but his interests lied elsewhere. In military history and strategy he found a special ability in, able to trounce any of the local planetary defence generals with ease. But, it would almost be all for Naught, until the rebellion of Veridia Primus. Sick of the Aristocrats living in decadence while the miners on Primus suffered, fighting for the most base of needs. Through sheer numbers the miners overwhelmed the forces stationed on Primus, and armed themselves. However, secundus would prove far harder to overcome, and the first attack was easily sent crawling back to Primus, broken and bloodied. Ludwig suggested they send forces to finish off the rebellion, but the aristocrats considered the rebellion to no longer be a threat, and so Ludwig was ignored. Then the rebels, less than a year later, attacked again. However, this time alongside the regular soldiers, terrible mutated monsters fought with the rebels.
With this new development the local defence forces were swept aside, outnumbered and unprepared for the onslaught. As the mutants and rebels razed the city, Ludwig strode out from the Wexler family estates, the family's personal guard behind him. Rallying the defence forces to him, Ludwig led the massively outnumbered makeshift army in a vicious counter attack. With Ludwig's superior tactical acumen and deadly accuracy, the coalition of defence forces pushed the mutants and their masters back, and eventually routing them entirely, driving them off of Veridia Secundus. However, this time Ludwig did not waste the opportunity to finish the job, and led his forces to Primus. After a 3 year war, all mutants and rebels had been purged from their footholds on Primus, driving them deep into the old mines. Ludwig ordered the mines to be sealed, ending the mutant threat. Lauded as a hero, Ludwig was made governor, and under his leadership Primus and Secundus have since Prospered.

Appearence:Ludwig has a strange complexion, but it is what had the Wexler family interested enough to take him in. His skin is a glittering gold color, and his long black hair forms a kind of halo framing his golden face. His size is incredible for a human, but only average for a primarch

Personality: A polite, and well groomed man, he is the perfect picture of refined grace. Intensely proud of his own pedigree, some consider the great man to be quite pompous and acuse him of looking down on others. Despite this, Ludwig is a deft leader, able to command effectively and efficiently.

Legion

Legion name:Incandescent Brotherhood

Armor pattern/colors

Legion symbol

Favored tactics:Heavy artillery/Fortifications and anti siege tactics

Favored battlefield role:When on an offensive deployment, the Incandescent Brotherhood preferrs to stay at long range, using their extraordinary accuracy with heavy weapons to provide heavy long range support.
When defending, they quickly build comprehensive mazes of trench works and other defences, if there is no time they fortify pre-existing fortifications. After this they often eschew heavier weapons due to the claustrophobic nature of urban and anti siege warfare, defaulting to their bolters and changing tactics to a frantic, ultra close to medium range combat style

Legion characteristics/Ideology
The Incandescent Brotherhood is a proud legion, but much like it's primarch are often considered pompous or rude to those they deem lesser than themselves. Though they see melee when on the offensive as the lesser form of combat to range, it is as if the legion has two drastically different mind sets when attacking or defending. When on the offensive they do not close range with a foe unless absolutely necessary, preferring to not be caught in the filthy mire of close combat. However, once they are on the defensive, they become savagely desperate to hold their defenses, and are suddenly constantly embroiled in melee, and revel in it. This strange change in tactics and mindset are jarring to others, but the Brotherhood seems not to notice it.
Aside from war, many brothers follow more artful pursuits, much like their golden Primarch. They do not like to believe themselves to be savages, and these pursuits are what makes them "civilized" in their own words.

Hated enemy:N/A

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The Night lords were never pious, their faith laid in their weapons, and the pleasure of the kill. Since their betrayal they have haunted the Imperium, bringing death and fear to the servants of the false Emperor, but not because of the Dictates of any god... until the whispers began. Some of their number began to hear them, like claws scratching at a chalk board, the doubt in their minds screaming, as if the gods themselves were trying to tear them apart. Then, like a blessing, Arabar found them. The Dark Apostle found those Night Lord's who had heard the calling, those that had been found worthy, and he stoked the coals. In secret he preached to them, behind the backs of the unenlightened fools who made up the rest of the legion, he taught them the ways of the Dark Gods, of the power of Daemons. They became his flock, his hidden chosen apostles within the Night lords, and with his charisma he drove them further than ever before. From their own legion Gene seed was stolen, weapons and armor and other equipment. He told them of their pilgrimage, and that these things would be needed for the converted to succeed, for the whispers he said, were more than aging insanity, no, they were the calls, the beckoning of an ancient power, and that it would be them, his enlightened flock that would unleash it. With that, a new warband was formed, a pious group of traitors, on a mission from the gods. It was then, that the Calling, was born.

As the Dark Gods call... Who will answer?

Greetings, fellow traitors, I am your GM, as well as the Apostle Arabar, who has set us on this path. This RP takes place in, you guessed it, WH40K. As for the exact time? Around 675 M.38, and it is a story of faith, betrayal, power and death.
We are all of us chaos space marines, specifically most of us are former night lords, all but the Dark Apostle Arabar, but you have all found faith in the gods of chaos, and each of you found it the same way. As stated above at some point in your careers of murder and entropy, a whisper entered your thoughts, and refused to leave. And it only grew, louder and more constant, like a nail being driven into your skull. Then, on some battlefield, on some world, Arabar came to you, almost as if he simply appeared out of thin air. His mere presence seemed to soothe the voices, the whispers quieted as he spoke, and you could finally focus again.

Perhaps when he first told you of your destiny you scoffed, your skeptic mind and infidel soul refusing to believe the pious fool, but it was undeniable that it was he who could stop the whispers, and as soon as he left, they returned, just as terrible as before. So, you sought Arabar out, and eventually, you truly listened, and his words worked like magic, silencing the terrible droning voices, soothing your tired, sleepless mind, and he made sense. So now, you follow him, perhaps out of a genuine renewal or birth of faith in the gods, or perhaps simply because he soothes the voices... for now. And now, his flock numbers nearly a full company of converted Night Lords (about 100 marines).

So what makes you special? Simple, for you the voices were longer, louder, and more intense, and Arabar somehow knew it, he singled you out, and made you one of his chosen Apostles (imagine really evil Jesus and the Apostles... sorry of you find that analogy offensive) made you one of his inner circle.

In this RP you can be virtually any kind of Chaos space marine, a possessed, a chosen, a sorcerer or virtually anything else excluding Warlords, Daemon princess and other Dark Apostles. Remember, you were until very recently skeptical and impious night lords, so while I won't stop you from being a berserker, plague marine or noise marine, I hope you have a good Backstory (And you will have time to become one of those, this will be a long RP.)

Just a little bit more info, the pilgrimage is not a general one simply meant to inspire faith, you wish to know what the whispers are from, and if Arabar knows he has not told you, but insists answers can be found in the eye of terror.
To that end, only one last thing is needed to begin the pilgrimage, a ship. To this end, we will start the RP by stealing a Night lords battle barge, and making our escape to the eye.

The last thing is the name of our new warband. Leave any suggestion for a name you have here, or PM it to me. I will be putting up the OOC soon as well, so grab those spots!

The Grand Crusade (An Alternative Warhammer 40k Rp) (Open)

Well I haven't been accepted yet so... he may not have a rival