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Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay

@PrinceAlexus Just as long as we aren't making jokes about the Fallen I'm happy.

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay

@PrinceAlexus Grey shields are mixed so any loyalist Primarch can be your gene daddy. Cawl even has geneseed from the non-loyal Primarchs and possibly from the lost two as well.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

If anyone has TFS Dragon Ball series, Paladin and Ariin interactions are based slightly off Nail and Piccolo as will the jokes.

I think Paladin spends his time up there animating until he can get an internet connection and get some apps to mess with.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Ariin groaned and slowly rose from his seat as pulled the plug from his head, having been in medical letting them run checks on his implant and brain activity. He got up slowly and blinked his eyes tech watching to make sure everything was still synced. Finally, they released him letting him head back into the main medical bay groaning as he entered. "Ugh, Paladin did you have to constantly adjust things? You know they hate it when you correct them, especially when you don't justify it." He grumbled and paused. "You know that's not a bad idea, granted I will install mute button if we do put a speaker in for you... No, I want to able to shut you up occasionally."

However, Ariin stopped when he received a message on his data slate. He heard a scuffle from one of the medics, looking up from the message he saw someone unwrapping their head. He knew all the people here were from the team, slowly and quietly Ariin walked over, catching a view as she pulled an eye patch on. "Well, you could always try it my way, cybernetics do quite well as a replacement," Ariin spoke looking at the girl, he didn't know her but he knew exactly how she felt. "Ariin Sorus, don't think I've met you... Just got my head back from my Werk before the mission." He stopped looking over at Jason offering his hand.

"Also the first time we've met in person... I'm the guy with Werk in his head and the massive coil gun on his mech." He smiled and his eye flashed an explosion, that was a neat trick.

“And how are you Serah? I’m actually just checking out myself... More brain scans since they just love to watch my argue with the rogue intelligence leeching off my brain.” Ariin’s eye displayed the word ‘asshole.’ “Bite me you hyper-intelligent toaster you are living in my brain I’ll call you what I like. Anyway if you are all okay, I’m going to check on Katya I came here with her.” The eye shut off then it came back up with a new request. ‘Punch him, hard.’ Well, Paladin obviously enjoyed his new freedom and the fact Ariin didn’t know what he was telling others to do.

RWBY: Flashing Fangs

Bran Brass

Bran Brass

Color Theme: Silver
Name: Bran Brass
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Build: Rather slim but very well muscled, with a very athletic build but not overly so still appearing small.
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 175 Pounds

Personality: Defiant, Bran shatters expectations few would expect a poor boy to have such skill and speak so well however he does thanks to having read and interacted with many higher class people who visited his father's shop. While he appears to be rather well to do and high class, he is, in fact, an open and kind person worrying greatly about his fellow students. He views himself as an artist as much as he is a huntsman with a sharp eye for detail and a love of fashion, Bran is a fighter who always looks good doing it.

Backstory: Born and raised in Mistral his father was a poor tailor and his mother ran the local inn in a small outlying area. Growing up the second youngest of the family he was pushed around by his two older sisters, who were both Faunus. As he grew he learned to fight, mostly thanks to the other boys picking on him for his status as a human with a Faunus mother. Training with his sisters who were obsessed with becoming Huntresses, of course, training was usually Bran being used to practice attacks on. However, with this and his bullies, he became adept at moving before he got hit and taking the punch when he did.

Bran grew up as a middle child, his oldest sister Autumn, and older sister Maple who both carried on their mother traits as deer Faunus. Bran, however, had no traits like that resembling closer to his father than his mother Spring. His older sisters when not in school or off training helped clean and serve food in the inn with their mother. Bran meanwhile assisted his father normally with tailor work, Bran quickly took to it as a natural even learning the advanced art of working with threads made from dust.

When he was thirteen he discovered his semblance walking home from school with his baby sister Bran he was attacked by bullies. Bran was grabbed by two of them who gripped his arms tightly as another punched him in the gut, his eyes waters as he tossed his head to the side to clear them he saw it. His little was shoved into the mud a bully attacking the young girl. Bran was furious, hurting him was one thing but his little sister still too small to defend herself even.

His aura began to glow as he raged struggling against the two that held him and as they prepared to punch Bran again his Semblance came to life. Around Bran were six copies of himself, clones who launched themselves at the three bullies, Bran swiftly joined them. Eventually, all three lay on the ground beaten and crying as Bran rushed over to his sister. However it was no longer just his sister, dozens of other children saw it Bran had a semblance and a powerful one.

After that Bran's sisters eagerly added their brother back into training all three revealing semblances they battled each other hand to hand. Yet Bran also practiced with his father's old hunting rifle, his keen eyes proved excellent for a marksman. While his family excited watched them grow worried, they were not rich by any means and thus the three siblings decided they would leave one at a time. Autumn the oldest left at sixteen to pursue a chance at attending Haven.

Maple left on her sixteenth birthday she began to travel around Mistral while she had no formal training her sheer tenacity and excitement gained her a place among the White Fang who we're at the time Mistral a mostly peaceful organization with a handful of fighters kept around to protector protesters and such of course that all changed recently.

Bran left one year later, heading right for Vale Beacon academy was his goal and he would get there no matter the cost arriving a few months before he could apply Bran practiced in outlying villages and unofficial tournaments. While he was by no means a starfighter for a young and untrained huntsman he performed exceedingly well even against more veteran opponents.

Weapon: The Needle and Thread
Weapon Description: The Needle is a high powered sniper rifle built piece by piece by Bran who pieced collected the pieces over time to create his perfect rifle. With a strong backward kick but weighted barrel for fast follow up shots the Needle can take several different kinds of dust based round. The scope on the rifle has night vision allowing him to targets even in the darkness of night.

Should he be unable to engage at range on Bran's hands is a pair of studded gauntlets which along the back of his hands hold spools of thread. Able to launch and control these thin and strong lines of fabric while fighting fist to fist the can also use dust base threads for a more offensive attacks. The lines cut easily be cut but difficult to break with rare strength.

Semblance: Seven in One

Semblance Description: Bran can divide his Aura into sevenths making clones, each clone containing one seven of his power. This allows for multiple simultaneous strikes and clever strategies involving using his clones as bait or setting traps with them. However, they are very weak by comparison to Bran alone and should they be killed or wounded enough will cease to exist.
Combat Outfit Image/Description: In combat Bran usual sports a white button-up shirt and an open black vest, with dark blue loose-fitting pants and short black and red boots.
Casual Outfit Image/Description: Out of combat Bran normal sports all manner of suits which vary depending on what selects from his homemade wardrobe of clothing. However, whatever it is it usually contains dust threads which he weaves in his casual clothing in case of emergency they allow him an advantage though normal damage the clothing in the process.

Theme: Bad Blood

Quote: "The names Bran Brass before you ask, yes I'm a tailor as well and no I don't do custom orders unless you have the cash upfront."

Warhammer 40K: Unnumbered Sons - A Primaris Roleplay

Sign me up, very interested in the idea of RPing 40k especially if I get to play as a son of Lion'el Johnson.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

I'm working on a post were Ariin finally meets Elise in the flesh and discusses the annoyances of having only one eye.

He'll also meet Jason and check in on Serah.

Then wonder where Sigma and Iota are.

Ariin missed a lot of stuff.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

If we're talking secondary weapons can Paladin have a lance? Or a fist canon? That or a speed boost so I can bash assholes with the Legion shield then shove Pompey into their chest.

Or mean or I put a chainsword on the other arm, ditch the shield and I can look start out of 40k.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Well, I updated Ariin, still an amazingly balanced pilot.

Experience: 88%

Synchronization Rate: 86%

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

@DarkRecon If we live long enough for prison.

Also, I'm going to see about a post soon.