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It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Err, since you did not reply, is the edit I did to my character I sent via PM alright?

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

My post is the shortest yet, no kill plox :/

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

The Squat yawning walked out of the ship, stretching his hands and by reflex his mechadendrite too. Eyes hazy, he looked at the Sisters of battle. "The nutters," he thought. He was quite faithful to the Imperial Cult, but anyone with five minutes outside of authority's influence would guess that, much less someone who grew up outside of direct Imperial authority. Lighting up a pipe and pouring down a bit of Lho-stick powder into it, he nodded approvingly at the shooting. A sign of soldiers not slacking, he thought.

"Oh just mole-morta...." He started and nearly instantly stopped as the flame cult in the Executioner's Square came up. "You've been out of the guild for decades." he thought to himself. He really needed to work on getting those habits out of his system. Yankel would listen intently, and go into the Rhino as instructed. It seemed one of the members of the party was already talking to the Inquisitor, so the half-man would have to ask for slightly larger quarters later. His face would go into an expression of digust and contempt at the sight of the Tech-Priest. If he was like any other of his kind, they would not get along well.

When the topic of sleeping quarters came up, he perked up. He had to ask the Inquisitor about some more room for his "projects." After all, the space for his tinkering is where the 'magic' happened. Besides, he need it for his personal... projects. The legacies of his people that he still had, and must work on. He knew he was speaking out of place, but better now than never. "Oh err, can I have some more space too? I need it for all the repairs and things I do, what." Finishing his words, he would let out a thin ring of smoke into the air, satisfied and lean back.

Chaos Descending: Warhammer 40k Dark Heresy Roleplay

Ohp, I did not see that this started, will post in a few hours.

Fallout RP Interest Check

Oh woops, I thought I was in the OOC! I'll move it when I get home.

The Final Frontier... An Imperial Navy (40K) RP

You know, the chances of navigators going "pop" after staring too long into the warp, or going randomly insane, or basically the stuff psykers face but worse. RNG = Random number generator or something.

The Final Frontier... An Imperial Navy (40K) RP

Interested. Fleet comissar, or Navigator (provided I don't killed by RNGesus) both sound interesting.

Fallout RP Interest Check

Name: Knight Freddy Stuttzer, a.k.a Lee Volker

Freddy Stuttzer

Age: 34

Appearance: Precisely 6 feet tall, he possesses a light and relatively thin, almost atrophied frame. He has a black buzz-cut, and a cleanly shaved face no matter the situation, and hazel eyes.

Skills: He has learned close combat fighting both armed and unarmed, but has never used it in practice. He is well versed if not expert in repair and medicine, and is experienced in using energy weapons, the low recoil of which suits him perfectly. He is also trained to use power-armour, and is capable of slight acrobatics.

Gear: Recharger pistol, laser rifle, cattle prod, jeans, leather jacket, undershirt, leather boots, aviator glasses, rebreather.

Bio:

His early life was relatively uneventful, a normal Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel in the Mojave Chapter, until Elder Elijah decided that it was a good idea to take HELIOS one. Back then he was much more naive, blindly following the words of his superiors. However, everything changed at the battle for HELIOS one. He had never seen such a massacre before, so many men incinerated with no trace left of them but a pile of ash. While he did his best to fight off the massive assault, he instantly ran when a rocket barely missed him and splattered the Paladin beside him. While the NCR considered giving chase, it was not a good idea, and so he survived.

It was for a whole five days on end that he ran, until he finally fell, exhausted. When a day later he woke up, he thought what his first action would be. It was not long before he realized he had to ditch the power-armour, and his combat armour. When finally ridding himself of the biggest identifying things of the Brotherhood, he realized he had to put great distance between himself and the Mojave Chapter of the Brotherhood.

Now, he is in California's New Reno, thinking he can hide his past by putting on the "tough merc" persona. While he did hide his Brotherhood past, he is an inexperienced mercenary surviving only by his high quality weapons.

Hi, I'm Anton

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It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Alternatively, a Frateris militia madman?