Andreyich

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

the fact that Dwarfs > elves is well known. But that is some cool shit, I like how scale-mail fits in with the last one.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Oid, son of Ori.

CS

Age: 67

Gender: Male

Race: Dwarf

Appearance: 4'4, and possessing brown hair and eyes, of a colour so similar people often remark about it. He has soft features except for a jaw so large it makes his beard look just a little odd on him. His hair is in a long unkempt mess though his beard is expertly braided. Unlike most Dwarves his body is devoid of any major scars or tattoos except for some near his mouth from when he once shattered a glass of wine whilst trying to drink it.

Equipment: no professional soldiering armour though his leather armour is thick enough to usually get arrows stuck in it and greatly soften the blows of blunt attacks, although his boots are a thick ornate Dwarven steel. He is armed with a heavy round shield as large as him if not for his clothes, and an ornate poleaxe. He also carries three throwing axes, and a (approx. one and a half handed) pickaxe from his mining days. A single bar of gold from which he takes pieces. Two loaves of bread, a massive flask of wine, and a dried fish.

Personality: He has the gold-lust of most Dwarves though significantly less of it. He is quite oblivious to the world around him, making him a little naive, and too friendly. He can even deal with Elves, only giving them the necessary "up your's git," before engaging in conversation.

Story: to be a "gentle giant," (I know that sounds odd considering his race) generally following others, having his happy views on the world shattered, yet to desperately cling to the happiness and wonder he sees in it and make others do the same.

Bio:

A son of one of Dain's soldiers arriving to the Lonely Mountain, he is the direct descendant of one of it's re-colonizers. He grew up to take a quite normal profession for Dwarves, a miner. He did it well, singing and laughing with the other miners. It all went well until the other Dwarves started accusing him of stealing, of a gold-lust horrid. In truth, he was innocent and perplexed, yet such was the flurry of accusations even his family started hiding their possessions from him.

Soon the subtle suggestions to leave began, and he took the hint. He used what little money he in truth had to get some gear, took a family shield and his pick-axe and set off to wander. Having discovered a Caravan by word of one of his few friends, he instantly joined looking for adventure and to see the world.

His clothes are a treated and extremely thick variant of something like this

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

Shit dude that's horrible. Good luck and everything.

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

I'm feeling uninspired for Fallout, might wait like a day or so on a post from me.

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

I was refrrring to Johanna :c

Also @Bright_Ops from what I have seen, I assume Khaz's kin don't wholly follow the usual beastmen biological and social heirarchy of Gors and such?

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

@Andreyich Just going to say, if the CC or Commissar try to conscript you again...well...you're conscripted. There's nothing you can do about it, you're a civilian and you're there. Any problems, I'm fine with PM discussions.

Capiche?

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Depends on the situation; it will be mostly text-based and dependant on the player (at least with NPCs), but more important fights, as well as those between players, may well include dice rolls.

@Jbcool

I already know, I included a snippet where he is happy about joining up.

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

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If it lasts that long, then sure!

@Jbcool

Alright, one last question. Will fights against NPCs be determined by rolls just like the PvP that did not happen, or will it be text based, or a hybridization?

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

@Jbcool
I'm hoping we fight Khornate cultists so that one goes "you should forsake your false God, follow Khorne!" and John replies "Who is this Khorne you speak of? I'll kill him too!"

Also an aye or nay on the Emperor's day?

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

That's true.

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

@Andreyich@NecroKnight@Hank(specifically)@mackielars@Dannyrulx@Bright_Ops(specifically)@agentmanatee@The Lioness (specifically)

He listened to the words of the Captain, ineffectually trying to stop a laugh. She dared to threaten him? Boy people in the Guard were daft! She did not even notice he could have vaporised them all there and then. This was why he joined the Frateris Militia, rather than waiting for the PDF to regroup and re-recruit. He felt he did wrong by Castor though, and overreacted just a little. Saying he would be ashamed to have such a man for a father was too much, and horribly insulting. He gave him a quick glance before muttering a vague apology to the Commissar, though not to the Officer. The man had also arrived after the situation already escalated, so him being unaware of what was to happen was not nearly as trivial to his character as was that of the Officer, and the other Cadian. He also knew that Cadians picked to go off world were Conscripted, and thus pathetic, horrible wretches in his eyes. Unless stopped, he went to leave these cowards and go back to the camp of his Brothers; true heroes.

When he would reach his camp he would greet those he knew and nod to those he was for one reason or another not acquainted with yet. Another thing he enjoyed about the Frateris Militia. People had a sense of brotherhood, people did not have to fight in several battles together to feel like they were part of a greater whole. He would go to where he slept, and unearth his buried foot locker. Knowing he couldn't keep his stuff here, he simply put the heavy thing on his back. His heavy stubber along with his footlocker made even the enormous man grunt with effort, he had a lot of things in there. A set of fancy clothes sealed to prevent the weather from getting to them, several bottles of old and expensive amasec, so on and so forth. He put his armour back on along with his helmet but didn’t not lower the gas-mask. After all, he was nearly unrecognisable with it. He sat, and sang some hymns with his brothers, the men firing their weapons madly into the sky. He would share the amasec with his brothers, and some of the older treats he had. He kept a few bottles and some of the candies away, he had other uses for them.

There were two people he had to give a gift to; the Commissar and the beastman. Both helped in the fight for his world, and behaved well (honourably in the case of the abhuman). He walked to the abhuman camp, huffing a little as he carried all the weight on his back. He didn’t know if he would give the other beastmen a taste of the stuff, he supposed it depended on how drunk he would end up. He would stomp over to the beastman camp, if he would notice the Commissar he would approach the man, if not he would just have to go to him later.