agentmanatee

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You know, for a bunch of Scholars with no army, they just insulted what amounts to a very dangerous mercenary order of heavily armored knights with over a millenia of fighting experience... you guys have some balls of steel for a bunch of nerds! XD

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BTW, I would like to know the opinions of the Enclave and Order of Burning light think of the God eaters... just wondering, and it helps with world building

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Titanpad

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP)

BUMP still accepting in the OOC folks

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

We are open, and we are waiting. Join us! It will be GLORIOUS!!!

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So BTW is the section where we may add things to the world coming up soon-ish? I need to put down the God Eaters so Erickson's cannibal stuff has more of a reason and he does not just sound insane

Death=][=Watch - A WH40K 'Deathwatch' RP, looking for participants.

A Blood Angel, wonderful. Haakon's gaze leared around the room, watching his armor and weapons carted away and he left in naught but his bodyglove. His new 'brothers' were an interesting few at least. A blood angels Chaplain, A Space wolf Long fang and... Brother Lakon of the... he didn't say. Well, he supposed it was his turn to introduce himself to his new brothers, regardless of whether he resected any of them, "Haakon Jerak, I am the First company champion of the Marines Malevolent. I have slain Ork Warbosses, Chaos champions and worse in personal combat, and I now wonder what foes I will face here?"

Haakon was no fresh marine, he was a Veteran, and he knew the difference between a Veteran and some newly brought up scout when he saw it, and as he turned to each of his new 'brothers' he found something strange. The Chaplain and Space Wolf were like him, battle hardened and tested, fearless angels of death. And Brother Lakon didn't even tell them his chapter. He turned to the marrine, a glare on his face, "Chaplain, I would be remiss to not ask why Brother Lakon has not revealed his chapter. We are all Deathwatch now, does he hide it from us?, he sneered. He truly did wonder where the Marine hailed from, he didn't look like any particular chapter and Haakon didn't like unknowns.

As badly as he wanted his arms and armor back, he didn't ask about it. He expected the question Hagni had put forward would be answered shortly, so asking again was just a waste of breath.

Death=][=Watch - A WH40K 'Deathwatch' RP, looking for participants.

sry for no piost! Don't despair, getting one up today

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Already got mine in! 7 foot tall cannibalistic knight FTW, also midnight here fer me too

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Erickson

Erickson

Stamina 4/4 - 1000 HP

Name: Erickson of the God Eaters

Age: 32

Physical description: Erickson appears a savage in many ways, in his size and face. Standing at the height of 7'2, there are those who would call him 'giant', but his size is not all there is to him. His face is surprisingly clean shaven, nought but stuble is commonly found, but his hair is kept long, his curly brown hair often dirty from travel, and those who look closely may find bloodstains. His eyes are hazel, the large brown-green orbs carry a piercing gaze, and often his large features appear absent, or angry. His nose is rather crooked, having been broken long ago and healed incorrectly. Aside from this however, he is largely free of scars or other blemishes, and aside from his intimidating sized he could be called handsome. His body itself is far more scarred than his face, and rippling with a strength bellying his size.

Birthplace: Eteria, Orpheus

Magic user: No

Armor: The heavy full plate of the God Eaters (has a shield), In addition the Gore red cloak of the God Eaters as well as red undercoat are added to this. The Golden toothed mouth of the Order is on his cloak and shield

Armor

Stamina rating: 4/4

Weapons: His primary weapon is a rather large and thick Steel longsword, his secondary or back-up weapon is a more ordinarily sized longsword (he carries two in case he loses one, a sheathe on either side of his waist, larger blade on left hip, smaller on the right)

Personality: Erickson seems to many a sullen and serious man, slow to jest or smile and quick to jeer or insult. Many also consider him to not be particularly bright, taking his size as a sign that he is a dullard or halfwit, this is not true. While of only average intelligence he is no fool, and he has a cool head and approaches all things with collected thoughts. It takes alot to anger the giant, but one sure fire way to do it is to show gratuitous weakness. Erickson does not respect men or women who lack strength, physical or otherwise. If a man cannot defend himself, one way or another, he deserves to be taken advantage of(a popular opinion in the God Eaters). Despite all this, he is not evil, he has values and a personal code. For one, he refuses to fight anyone woefully unable to match him and far beneath his ability. He is also a trustworthy man, who has very rarely broken his word for he believes a man's word is all he has, if he cannot be trusted no one will respect, fear or love him. He has a surprising soft spot for cripples, believing the fate visited upon them to be cruel and unfair, as if fate cheated them their strength.

History: The God-Eaters, a name rightly feared throughout Zenith, for they eat beasts and those they deem worthy. Many call them cannibals and brigands, Erickson called them heroes. From a young age he heard of their exploits, their strength, their power. Bornn in Orpheus, Erickson killed his mother when he was born, to large for her to deliver without complication. His father was a cuthroat and a thief, who realized his son had a talent by the time he was 8, his size. By the time Erickson was 12 he was already almost 6 feet tall and still groing. His father tried to hire his son on to several mercenary groups, to convince him to make money this way, but Erickson was undeterred from his dreams. He sought out the God Eaters, finding their great fort and throwing his name in as a recruit. As was tradition, he was thrown into the great fighting pit with several other hopefuls, and told he could not leave until the others were all dead, and eaten. He killed his three fellows and devoured their corpses over a day and a half of gluttonous rage. He was deamed worthy, and made a squire. He traveled this way until the age of twenty, when he was finally Knighted after passing the final test of strength. Since then, he has brought blade and lance to the those the God Eaters are paid to kill, but now a new oppourtunity has arisen.
The ICC begins an expedition, to discover the origin of the God-like beings the Eaters search for. He signed up with them, for he already KNEW the secret, as all God Eaters due, and this expedition may bring an end to his quest when he devours the ones who have attined what the ICC searches for.

EXTRAS: Carries a small bag of bones on his person at all times

Motivation: Erickson is driven by what all God-Eaters are, the dream of devouring one of the magical beings who feels no ill effect from using magic, to ascend to their height. However, Erickson also has a few more grounded hopes, namely to find someone worthy of his respect and love to marry and sire heirs should he fail in his quest as many before him have(he understands this may be difficult with the traditions of the God Eaters being what they are)

Significant relations: Sir Torrent - The Knight who trained him and taught him the ways of the God Eaters