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29 days ago
Current visiting some people for a little while so will not be super active for a week or so
2 mos ago
the ad spam isn't that much of a problem in terms of covering content. but its a hurtful reminder that the many algorithms that decide what ads to serve think I am the kind of person to gamble
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2 mos ago
do it just don't spam
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2 yrs ago
All the things u thought were cool and good as a kid are actually cool and good. The snobby shit you learn as an adult is cringe, fake counterculture. Embrace reducing everything to infantile terms
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2 yrs ago
I'm a descendant of Charles the 5th of the Habsburgs but the only thing I inherited was the beautiful jaw
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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Hello! I am Andreyich, the guy who writes all sorts of weirdo stuff in the status bar and discord. I've been roleplaying for about five years now, and I don't intend on stopping soon! I typically RP Casual-Advanced, and I like 18+ themes with violence, horror, etc., I play primarily males, I'm just a wee bit iffy on smut, but for these things about me I'm willing to accommodate anything if reasonable. I'm fine if you're busy but try to post once a month, if not more. I like music, art, and other such detailed stuff so expect much in my RPs!

Interests in setting:
Warhammer 40K and Fantasy Battles
WW1, WW2
Crusades
19th century/Victorian period
age of exploration/colonization
Nearly anything else historical, though with preference either post-hegemonic Europe or pre-hegmonic non-Europe (Aztecs, Iroquois and Algonquins, shit from Canada to the US, or North Africa particularly Ethiopia and Makuria. Joseon or South East Asia also interest me.)
Starcraft - CRAVING
Metro
Fallout
Warcraft - CRAVING

Interests in theme:
Romance
Intrigue
Bonding in brotherhood - some sort of great journey between two people who go through struggles and develop a sort of loyalty to each other greater than love, without love. Think bromance, not romance.
Clash of culture (two people of different backgrounds meet and have a cultural exchange)
Mentorship, protection of another.

Subthemes:
Bodyguard/protective relationship
Forced Proximity, where our characters are only together as a result perhaps being stuck on an island together or otherwise needing - but not (initially) wanting - each other's presence.
Civil war, coups, polyticks

Specific ideas thingies:









So yeah, if anything tickles your fancy, PM me!
What of a Dwarf expedition
@Andronicus23
I was thinking a Runesmith, Engineer, or Slayer?
"Oh it's err... just doing me job?" The Confessor said, a moment of empathy with the man felt in his heart in the instance. It was such moments that affirmed his faith, but he could not now turn soft. He spoke true, it was merely his duty done and there would be no reward for it but more duty in His service. But, what more could a man ask for than the satisfaction of duty done? These musings trailed on as he walked, until at last he shook them out of his head. The mutants lead on, and he followed awaiting the arrival of the Emperor's foes. That was all that should be to mind.




Time passed, and Horacio would not hesitate to admit that he was growing restless. He almost began to sing once more, until quite suddenly something hissed by the Confessor's ear. He barely had time to wrinkle his nose at the flash of his refractor shield and an apprent ricochet, when the Sister hit the ground. Big lass that she was, it made the thud resonate in his mind all the louder.

Caroline was dead, he was not. Horacio looked down at his right hand, squeezing it into a tight fist before swiftly releasing it. "It wasn't even martyrdom... she died 'cos I was there, I didn't fan out properly, not to save me."

The ringing in his head got louder, and quickly his hand fell to his bolt-pistol. Not an Astartes model, it was even lower calibre than that which the Sisters would use for he lacked power armour to compensate the recoil, but it was still a great big explosive warhead flying faster than sound. He drew it, and pointed it in the general direction of the foe whilst stepping carelessly out of cover. Whatever tactical decisions the Sisters were taking flew right over his head as he calmly strode towards the bastard firing of his bolt-pistol one shot after the other, stepping closer to the enemy all the while he did so. He kept pulling the trigger long after the distinctive click of an empty magazine, but by then it didn't matter much for he had his power-maul out and was now running.

"Oi! Daniel! Where the hell are ya bloody little runt?"

"Where you think he is?"

"Probably the whorehouse, or something of the sort."

"Nae, me and Jovas just checked it."

"Whatever, we don't have the time. Let's get back to the ship, if he wants to be an idiot so be it, let the Commissar flog him."


At last, with a peep around a barrel shipman Bauke gave a relaxed exhalation to the world in general. He'd heard some bigwig from one of the Adepta was going to see the ship, and that - at least in his head - was the biggest sign that someone without a soul had to get the feth out. He checked his pockets, counting his rather pathetic amount of Thrones and miscellanous currency. Then he looked in the small pocket sewn into his coat's armpit and removed the magazine from the stub-pistol, counting the bullets. It was a poor thing, ricocheting off of flak armour right back at you and causing just minor bruising against mesh-weave. But he'd learned to hide it right and proper, and knew to draw it at reasonable speed.

After a few moments of thought and respite, Daniel stood. He was still quite far from 'Nab' as it was called, and he didn't want to pay to get there by faster means. A second jogging on the spot and getting his breathing in rhythm, and he was off.




It was hours later, but he made it. He was sweating buckets, his breathing was raspy, and his movements had become slow, weak. But he was where he needed to be. Daniel had heard a Rogue Trader was coming, and this was the perfect chance for life to take a turn in the right direction. What sort of rich bastard doesn't want someone without a soul, whether as an ornament or as a tool? After this thought hit him he quickly tried to beat the possible negative connotations of the words out of his head, for they were terribly unsettling for a young lad with quite the imagination at hand.

Daniel sat, eyes hazy as he tried but failed to catch his breath. A quick shake of the head was followed by him abruptly rising, and then striding over to the first person who passed by. "Oi, you know where the Rogue Trader that's coming could be found?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ANOTHER ONE

Tentatively interested, probably going to roll with an Exorcist/Red Hunter Tac-Marine or Biker for the double-trouble Inquisition basis
tomorrow lads
will post tomorrow... probably
@Big Dread It says full, but we just lost a player so I reckon a slot opened up, although @Jbcool is the man to properly ask.
@Sophrus@vFear
so sorry guys, but it looks like this won't run.
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