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Can we please talk about Jesus Christ?

But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God.

Can we please talk about Jesus Christ?

It is written, cursed be he who stays his Sword from blood.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

I'll try to post tomorrowish

Fallout: Rust and Steel

@Lo Pellegrino Ah, I shall be adding fusion cores to my equipment then

Fallout: Rust and Steel

Anyway @Lo Pellegrino an experimental CS

Daniel Estevez

Name: Daniel Tomas Estevez

Date of Birth: Born on the 2nd of January 2264, Daniel is 20 years old.

Sex: Male

Appearance: Daniel has a colouring of mud-brown hair and eyes of more or less the same shade, along with fairly pale skin the pale off-white used in white paint. He is typically well groomed with moderate length hair and a clean shave. He has fairly small ears and nose, but shapely though not exactly strong chin and cheekbones. Daniel has a fairly muscular build, every part of his body thoroughly worked to have a competitive edge over the low life of the wasteland. He is well above the malnourished and irradiated height of most of America's current denizens but more or less average for a member of the Brotherhood.

Place of Birth: Lost Hills bunker.

Path: Knight

Rank: Knight

Equipment: T45 Power armour - not the most comfortable or protective power armour accessible to the Brotherhood, it is also very slow but it is the easiest to maintain, while providing much strength to help in combat, and be a pack mule of sorts for the squad. The selected modifications for it are lead plating and a targeting HUD, though Daniel hopes he can find more in the wasteland.

M14 Rifle - A classic chosen for its great potential at long range, not particularly high maintenance, and even the ability to be a squad automatic weapon when Daniel loads larger magazines into it, ignoring much recoil thanks to power armour. Furthermore, it has many modifications possible from silencer to optics both of which have been brought along.

Recharger Pistol - A parting gift from family, it is a laser pistol that's light on the logistics.

Gatling Laser - the real squad automatic weapon, the Gatling laser is in the right hands enough to suppress whole raider bands, ruby red streaks frying men to ash. It is of the pattern found in the Capital Wasteland.

Logistical bags - these are filled with everything from ammunition, to food, to water purification tablets to medicines. In a long haul these can save many a life.

M112 C4 Charges - while the Knight has no use for bringing along his own grenades instead preferring to take those he finds in the wasteland, C4 is a uniquely useful tool. From demolishing buildings, to collapsing caves and tunnels, to breaching vaults, to making defences, the plastic explosives are even useful as tools of barter should the squad need something in particular from a trader.

Combat Knife - a nasty chopper, if a man in power armour hits you in the flesh with this you're probably dead.

Rucksack - A very large thing in which most of Daniel's equipment is carried, it towers well above his head and helmet with all the things in it.

Holster - placed at his hip for the recharger pistol

Reckon armour - worn below the power armour.

Fusion Cores - carried to make sure his armour never runs out of charge.

Doctor's Bag - always useful on the frontlines

Weapon and armour repair kit - when you're wearing power armour and carry three guns, these are a must.

Notable Talents:

Drilled to all hell: Daniel's life has been very regimented since he could walk, having daily excercise, education and practice with arms. He can shoot, wrestle, cook, maintain gear, even walk his power armour without a fusion core: anything a soldier might even in the most remote of situations have to do.

Knowledgeable ... For a grunt, anyway: While born with intelligence perhaps at average plus or minus a point on the SPECIAL scale he has been privileged to have access too much knowledge in his youth in addition to parents that forced him to accumulate it. Though he isn't going to be researching plants of the wasteland any time soon Daniel has a great many things stored in his head and will look for pre-War books in any environment he comes upon.

Eager and quick to learn: Daniel gets the hang of new ideas fairly quickly. But one demonstration of a new weapon will be followed by calm use of it; no instruction has to be repeated twice to him.

Laughable Failings:

Greener than a supermutant: The Knight has in spite of his best efforts not accumulated any practical experience of Knighting in the field. He has never shot at let alone killed a man. On paper he is a top of the line soldier, in practice....

Sheltered: Quite literally almost thirteen years of his life were entirely in a bunker, but even inside it he was even then fairly separate from other children. Daniel has never in his life experienced significant trauma. Similarly he has never dealt with any other excess emotion like rage, his life being almost sterile. He is trusting and most lies will go right to him, all this of course reflecting on his personality.

Baseless: Daniel is an idealist, which while not in and of itself bad is quite a flaw in his situation. While he is a good thinker, it can be very much argued he can't think for himself. Too often he looks to leadership for guidance, and will rarely if ever take initiative.

Personality: Daniel is an idealistic individual, a pair of rose tinted spectacles undeniably bolted to his face. While he isn't exactly arrogant he has never had anything to truly test his skills, and so can't imagine anything that his training wouldn't prepare him for. He is quite frankly an aimless and unambitious, he expects nothing of his life with no ultimate goals save for simply advancing up the hierarchy of the Brotherhood. He doesn't expect to become more than Paladin, long since making peace with the fact that while he will become a leader, Daniel shall never stop being a follower.

The young man has much faith in the mission of the Brotherhood of Steel, synths, ghouls, supermutants and all other filth of the wasteland unconditional subhumans to him and as an aptly described Knight it is his duty to liberate the world from them. Daniel is a very cheery and almost annoyingly polite individual, even in tense situations maintaining formal address.

Short Background: Daniel Estevez was born in the lost hills bunker to a family that can trace its origins back to the founders of the Brotherhood of Steel. Both of his parents were Paladins, each dedicated to their cause and instilling the same zeal in their four children.

From the day he and his siblings could speak Daniel was told that - one day - he would become a Paladin, or a Senior Scribe. He was subject to much learning and already began to have a military like schedule when his years were still in the single digits. Most of his adolescent speech and relationships were almost adult with Scribes and Knights, some occasional time spent with his brothers and sister.

The years went by quite uneventfully. Daniel's brothers went on to become scribes and his sister a Knight, and it was soon time for him to take a path. It was slowly but surely becoming clear that while he was most certainly a well educated boy Daniel would take after his sister. He wrestled and shot far better than he could debate or write.

The time came and he became an Initiate, all of he previous life rigorously preparing him for the experience. Short time passed before he became a Senior Initiate, gaining further training. He learned to use power armour and stealth boys, first aid, maintenance of equipment and chain of command. With flying colours he went on patrols to hunt molerats and radroaches, even managing a radscorpion. He became a Knight shortly after, earning his first suit of power armour.

Now his patrols became regular, he provided first aid to ailing wastelanders and he even fought ghouls. But beyond stopping men at gunpoint, he never saw any real action. He longed for it and yet could not come upon it, until recently an opportunity came up. A squad was being assembled to go to the commonwealth, for which he instantly volunteered. With a quick nepotistic recommendation by two Paladins and a show of his skills he was promptly added to the team.

Fallout: Rust and Steel

@Lo Pellegrino
Quick question, are we following Fo3/NV or the fourth game in regards to power armour?

Fallout: Rust and Steel

@Lo Pellegrino I'm going for a hella green BoS born Knight. Aced all his training so he thinks he's hot shit that can take on the whole wasteland because he earned himself some T45 but boy is he in for a surprise. Sound cool?

Fallout: Rust and Steel

Count me the fuck in @Lo Pellegrino

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Laszlo

Name/Titles: As an Alpha Legionnaire, he has any amount of names including Alpharius. Though he was born with the name Mannfred Skorzeny, the alias he goes by is Laszlo Octavius.

Denomination: Chaos Undivided(?)

Appearance: Laszlo is particularly short for a Space Marine at little more than two meters, a trait that has helped him to at times masquerade as a human. His facial appearance is not memorable, and many who witness him will give varied descriptions on his appearance. From a shaved head to long hair and said hair being from blond to jet black. His skin has been described from being pale as Valhallan snows to the dark shade of Vulkan's sons, whilst his eyes can be the same or Ultramarine blue. All of this is in truth is largely thanks to surgeries performed by one of Bile's students. He has no outwardly visible mutations or other marks of Chaos, for all intents and purposes being a normal Astartes on first inspection, though given the current warband he is with being disproportionately Slaaneshi he makes sure to have a more handsome visage when sans helmet.

His armour is very similar, being seemingly ordinary Corvus pattern armour, well made and perhaps master-crafted without ornamentation of any Chapter to allow a quick re-painting of it for a new disguise and cameleoline often covering it to further aid in stealth. His weapons are likewise good but unmarked things, easily switched about. A combi-melta, a power-sword and a bolt-pistol all given to a Warsmith of the Iron Warriors to modify it enough so no Chapter affiliation could be cast upon it.

Personality: The Alpha Legionnaire's personality is difficult to discern for the secretive nature in his very genes. In truth, as a veteran of the long war in the Alpha Legion Laszlo is not quite sure of his very own values and beliefs, his personality likewise indiscernible even to those who have known him for long. He has become uncertain of the very things that define him having to juggle so many personalities from a Chaos Lord's sycophant to trusted advisor of a leading Imperial campaign. The only thing he holds dear to the depths of his heart is devotion to the supreme plan of his Primarch, which - he believes - he is still following most faithfully.

Perhaps one thing has come to characterize him across all of the personalities he enters, and that is disgust with the universe as a whole. Both traitors and Imperium alike have degenerated to such a miserable point, and for all his centuries in both the Empyrean and real-space he has "seen it all", so to speak, and he is not impressed. Though born with a nature neither violent nor impatient, the almost cyclical history of his existence has lead to some outbursts on supposed comrades — however, only after their purpose has expired in an attempt to moderate madness with professionalism.

Biography: Mannfred Skorzeny was born but a few decades before the beginning of the great Brother-War. As a child he was noted for strength and intelligence as are most candidates for the Legiones Astartes but in his case something stood out in particular to the Alpha Legionnaire. Though the boy was physically several standard deviations ahead of other children his age he was noticeably smaller. Whereas for most Legions this would have been an instant disqualifier, in the Alpha Legion this was almost a blessing. Though tall Marines were often required for the Alpha Legion to help ordinary brothers disguise as the Primarch, a short Marine was useful for infiltrating mortal realms.

Mannfred did not require a false-hood to be hidden in amongst newly found human worlds in the great Crusade, which was particularly useful when going through subterfuge in worlds with higher technologies where a false-hood could be detected.

But the Marine proved to have more than just size on his side. He worked well with firearm and blade, he played any given role perfectly, and he was an accomplished if not quite a great leader and commander in the field.

But a single squad commanded by the Marine who came to be known as Laszlo given sufficient time and resources would achieve the subjugation of an entire system. As time went on and the Horus Heresy approached, Laszlo ascended further and further into the circles of trust in his Legion, the Marine being informed of more and more complex schemes and webs of trickery in the Legion, much of what he knew or rather believed he knew proving to be false. But though he came into the Primarch's circle of trust, the very reason he was selected for service in the Legion became the inhibitor of his career's growth. Particularly, he never crossed the boundary of drinking the Primarch's blood.

Though he never acknowledged it nor gave any sign of it, this placed the seed of frustration and jealousy in the heart of the Space Marine. It was the eve of the heresy and the Alpha Legion was undergoing the long task of infiltrating other Legions and the Imperium itself but on the mind of Laszlo was only proving himself to Alpharius and Omegon.

War began, and the Alpha Legionnaire sought out the aid of a renowned Emperor's Children Apothecary. Alas, he could not find Fabius Bold himself, but he did get ahold of one of his greatest students and as time went on this was perhaps for the best. Over the course of the heresy a long course of surgeries was performed on the Legionnaire, from the sonic resistance and screams that characterized proto Noise Marines to augments in his body allowing him to readily change its structure and appearance (with even the potential of augmenting his height) to general physical surgeries. He passed tests of loyalty when his brother Legionnaires under the guise of foes capturing him tortured and interrogated him but his only response was an attempt at suicide using his betcher's gland.

Yet in spite of all this, he was still not granted the honour of drinking the Primarch's blood for the banal reason of his height, and as the heresy ended it became apparent he would not ever now be given the chance to ascend into the ranks of those who became as the Primarch himself.

With the great scouring and the very nature of how traitors operated changing, Laszlo travelled across much of the Galaxy. He lost the Cruiser under his command at the siege of Terra as per plans, but others in the Legion failed to uphold their part of the scheme and so he found himself alone, and vulnerable.

He went with some members of the Sons of Horus, they who soon became the Black Legion. He travelled with them for a very long time, at many points once more crossing with other members of the Alpha Legion with whom he would soon once more travel with.

But first, he needed the aid of the Black Legion in finding the same Emperor's Children Apothecary for final augments to himself. He came upon him, in a port more than a millennium after the Horus Heresy, but the fellow had changed beyond recognition. An attempt to speak with him and ask for more was quickly halted when it became apparent the Apothecary wanted to experiment and ply far more dark sciences than those of the past on one of his previous works and it seemed he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Laszlo carefully manipulated his new Black Legion comrades into going to war with the warband of the Apothecary turned Slaaneshi Sorceror. He was killed after a year of exchanges in both realspace and the warp, and thus the warband outlived its usefulness to Laszlo.

He once more travelled the Galaxy, this time in search of perhaps a final vial of the Primarch's blood. The Marine met now grand members of his Legion across the Galaxy like Occam himself, along with many upstarts born long after the Great Crusade and ignorant of the Legion's ultimate conspiracy.

After travels of several millennia in real space the Legionnaire decided it was time for a different approach. He once more joined with the Black Legion, travelling the Galaxy with them on his strange quest.

With his new comrades his service was quite long, centuries perhaps, until he ended up on a world that would change his prospects for a long time. From his intelligence it was a suicide mission, but he learned the slain Apothecary of his past was not in fact slain and he decided that - for this case - he would make an exception to reason. The Marine after fierce battle with rival cultists was believed to be dead on the world, and left stranded upon it.

Fate led him to a son of the Night Haunter, whom he initially believed to be one of the foe. But an understanding was swiftly reached, one based upon neither Marine wanting to die but quickly growing to a sense of trust. It was a slow transition born of necessity, growing out of the mere alliance of necessity it was at first. The Marines were very different, but their skills almost perfectly complementary and together they were able to hijack a ship off of the world.

With a vessel controlled only by a Captain under duress, the two knew they had a weak grip on their predicament at best, and after some thought they decided to head to Skuberrima. It was a vile den for sure, but such was an environment both would thrive in.

Other: Though he is a Veteran Alpha Legionnaire with all the prowess that entails, much of Laszlo's might comes from a series of surgeries he received from a student of Fabius Bile. He can shout with blood boiling volume even without a helmet to amplify his voice, feeling nothng of such sound's effects. But volume is not the only thing he has control over, a wide selection of intonation available to him. He can with some effort change his facial appearance, and with time that of his whole body. Further, he has better smell borrowing what the Apothecary learned from dead Space Wolves and resistance to the elements borrowed from Slamanders all of which is in addition to a general step towards the "perfection" that the Sons of Fulgrim aimed for.