Andreyich

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

Well to be fair, Oid has no reason to believe she stole it from him so if she can hide it on some stash away from the caravan she is good. Then again, it would be suspicious to see her leave the caravan and go backwards to retrieve it once the Dwarf looks everything. For now the height reduction surgery by means of removing the head is on hold.

Suffer Not The Heretic: An Inquisitional [40K] RP [Mature]

Done, give it the ole check.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@LadyRunic
Son of a bitch was my gold stolen?

it's time

Suffer Not The Heretic: An Inquisitional [40K] RP [Mature]

sorta WIP

CS

Name: Helmuth Vortzak

Homeworld: the agri-world of [REDACTED]

Gender: sexually identifies as a Thunderhawk Male (with Astartes modifications)

Height and Weight: 7ft 307 lbs (without power armour)

Alignment: the Red Hunters

Specialty: Shock trooper, body guard, Assault Marine

Appearance: he is extremely short for a Space Marine, generally making most consider him more ideal for a permanent position as a Tactical Marine. His features are surprisingly weak for an Astartes too, though still very strong for an ordinary human. His hair is always in a pony-tail. He has no scars or markings whatsoever upon him.

Armour: Standard Astartes Mk.7 with a jump pack.

Weapons:

Phobos Pattern Bolt pistol, one lightning claw.

Personality:

Outside of battle he is a very quiet and reserved individual, usually praying, maintaining his weapons and patrolling when not on duty. In battle he is not too different. He had no battlecries, no war-chants but the occasional prayer he mutters under his breath. He sees it as his duty to protect those around him so he will usually charge straight into enemy formations. While great at killing, his focus is upon disrupting enemies so that his comrades can close in for the kills.

Biography:

He was born on a peaceful moderately developed agri-world in Segmentum Solar where he had a happy upbringing, loving parents and family, as well as good neigbours; food was bountiful and by the combination of the hard-working communal society and planet's gifts the people could fully pay their Imperial Tithe with just a small portion of what there was for them. Helmuth himself was noted for being a hard-worker, doing the work of an ox by himself and fixing plows and various tools by himself.

However, all changed when a strange vessel entered the planet's orbit, large men in Red coming and taking supplies and such things that they needed. The planet's governor told all to let them do as they wished and not resist whatever was done. Just before they left, one of the strange men walked right through the wall of Helmuth's house and looked at the boy, working away at his data-slate. Eventually he picked him up in one hand and told the family that their son was chosen for a great honour, and they must be proud. They left silently in less than an hour.

Thus began the boy's training to become a Space Marine of the Red Hunters. His faith was hardened, his resolve and strength multiplied. He had a relatively uneventful time as a scout Marine, easily earning his black carapace, and then passing through his time as a Devastator Marine. However, on his first year as an Assault Marine he was told that they would jump to his world, for Heresy was found there. When they arrived it was to discover a Nurglite cult having formed, and it was well known that such spread the fastest by virtue of their plagues. He easily dealt with the familiarity of it all, but he had to stop when he happened upon his house. When he moved to it his mother came out coughing from the sickness. She looked at him wistfully, and then smiled as the Marine took off his helmet. She went to him but then fell. She reached for his leg and gripped it tightly, looking up in to his eyes with her own teary ones. He had no choice but to let the promethium end her suffering. To this day his right leg's armour has some paint on it in the shape of a hand, where promethium was blocked by his mother's very own body. He carefully painted over it on the same day to hide the event, knowing it's origins can get him in trouble.

Soon after Inquisitor Aemillius called for the aid of the Red Hunters. Helmuth was selected and sent, his near emotionless killing and yet newfound adoration of the people of the Imperium coming in very valuable.

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

Fred looked around, flicking his cigar away. He got closer to the man and pulled his recharger pistol, not in a threatening way but one that clearly showed it could be moved to be in a threatening spot. "See friend, there's a bit of trouble with what you said. First off you may be from the Donna looking for traitors and people trying to usurp her. Then of course, I could always give you to her. But hey, you said nothing against her, right? So you can say I am listening." He twirled his gun a few times in the classic cowboy style, grinning and turning his head just so to let the light bounce off of his metal teeth.

With a sigh he put his weapon away as a show of good faith. "I just need to know you're not a trap pal. The thing is that I was about to go to her and snake some people; don't worry I'm not a snake, it's simply that I got snaked too." he said, trying not to make things sound more complicated than they were. He motioned for the man to move a bit further away from the club and the general public with him in case the man had something confidential. "Well?" he asked.

Suffer Not The Heretic: An Inquisitional [40K] RP [Mature]

I'm sorry still working on Arbites CS, will post Red Hunter CS tomorrow.

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

The burly man had taken to his new gear well; it may not be as protective as his old stuff but it did not leave giant red marks from where it was too tight; and he could actually move in it. He spent most of his time reading the pages of the Uplifting Primer that he could not before, be it because of bulletholes in the editions he found or too much dirt. After he finished he pressed his hands together and sighed. If he was the bugger that wrote the rules he would write them differently. But he was not, so he simply grumbled a little before putting the book away.

Afterwards he took to inspecting his new haevy-stubber. It looked like the same model he had before, except not as... dented, bent, and rusted. In truth he found it in that condition, and was not the one to make it so. He caressed the new weapon, and laughed a little maniacally. Now he didn't have a reason to apologize to the under-human that snatched his previous weapon, the silly beast. He spinned the barrels a few times and gasped with delight; it would shoot even faster! Faster shooting meant more enemies of man-kind slain, a simple equation.

After sitting down happily he nodded to himself. His judgements before were right. These people around him were given such a wondrous opportunity to serve their Holy God, and they grudged it? They thought that they were somehow accursed? "Pathetic wretches all of them." he muttered, taking off his armour and other gear. Once he had everything off of him but his clothes (only for decency's sake) he tied it together on his weapon to form a great big bundle. Once he had it ready, he lay down, with a grunt picked it up, and started his regimen of excercise to maintain his strength all for Him. "A broad mind lacks focus." he grunted, with the first lift. A coward always seeks compromise. Grunt. A coward’s only reward is to live in fear another day. Grunt. A fine mind is a blessing of the Emperor - It should not be cluttered with trivialities. Grunt. only when he was through with the thousands of thoughts of the day he knew, he dropped the weapon to his side, breathing in and out. Quickly washing himself he smartened up and loitered around the place where the next day they would stand to attention, and then depart for their warzone. As he stood he muttered all of the thoughts of the day he had forgotten and made a mental note to give himself a lashing for each one, along with a specific punishment to make him remember.

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

I'm stalking people tonight so I will post tomorrow.

Fallout: Under Silver Skies [Closed]

Fast travel bro

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

That's some fine trauma right there.