Barrett

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@BCTheEntity
I will get to it, should be done by this time tomorrow.

Free Sorcery: An Alagaësian Roleplay

I think I'll wait until the elves are playable before joining. The elves were pretty interesting, even though they were clearly ripped off from inspired by Tolkien _{Just like the rest of the series and setting.} I liked how rampantly powerful and fae-like they were; capricious, vane, powerful, lazy and very concerned with ceremony and tradition.

To be fair, the Dwarves were pretty baller too. Knuckle duster studs will forever be the best part of the setting.

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@Specter189
There was also a suggestion for a couple of editions that he's the only thing holding back a tide of daemons from overrunning Terra. So if he's unplugged, we can kiss goodbye to Mankind's ancestral home but perhaps get our saviour back.

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@Hank
Your dreams sound great. Mine tend to be quite boring.

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@Hank
I assume there were a lot of whispers and screaming in the dream?

Phantom Crew

With a grunt and click from his knee, Ben hauled himself out of the pod. Damn things he mentally griped, they might keep you alive but they sure as hell don't keep you comfy. He rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, feeling a familiar set of pops and cracks as joints woke up and moved for the first time in... how long? How long had he been in the pod? Ben couldn't remember getting into the damn thing or agreeing to let anyone knock him out. So how long had he been frozen? A quick sweeping glance of the room didn't reveal any obvious time keeping devices, just a four piles of clothes and four other pods. There's always the old fashioned way he thought, running a hand across his beard and head. If he'd been in the pod a long time, he would likely have a very different amount of hair than last time he looked in a mirror. His cursory examination lead him to believe he'd been frozen for not too long, given that his beard and hair felt familiar. Of course, someone might have thawed me out temporarily and given me a shave. Or am I just paranoid? With a grunt, he concluded there was no sure way to know how long he'd been out, nor where he was. What did know was that he wasn't wearing this pod suit any longer than he had to.

He stepped forward and sorted quickly through the pile of clothes in front of his pod. His normal gear, a nondescript black jumpsuit, fingerless gloves, some necessaries and a pair of well maintained black shoes. But none of the little hold outs he liked to have with him, just in case. Someone or perhaps several someones had very carefully gone through his clothes and removed them, even the little knife stored in the heel of his left boot. On the one hand, anyone that confiscates your weapons is unlikely to be your friend. On the other, they could always have shot him while he was in the pod so whoever took his stuff probably didn't want him dead. Small comfort. As he rifled through his pile, he noticed a girl clamber from her pod, pull on some clothes from the pile and then introduce herself. Seems harmless enough he thought after giving her a once over. Before he could respond, another person stumbled into view. This one looked a lot more familiar to Ben, in a way. The man wasn't familiar, the face wasn't known to him but the stance, the body type and the slight growl in his voice all spoke to Ben. Definitely a fighter, possibly a bounty hunter? he thought as the man suited up. Moves like he's used to the weight of a gun on his hip and paces like a caged tiger. The other two didn't seem to have emerged from their pods yet.

Ben shrugged. This wasn't the first time he'd awoken with no damn clue where he was or how he'd got there. True, it was normally a lot easier to guess, due to a thumping headache, but he'd be damned if he'd look unsure in front of any youngster a quarter of his age. Nodding to the two in front of him, he said "Name's Ben, some calls me Old Ben, now look away if you're the shy retiring type or don't want to know me a whole lot better." With that, he started to struggle out of the pod suit. Working his arms and chest out, he revealed hard, wiry muscles beneath skin that looked like it could tell a whole omnibus of stories. Scars, burns and strange marks jostled for position with long forgotten marks of the wind and weather. Eventually he got the suit off and pulled on his own, much softer gear. Lacing up the boots, he stood up and stretched again. "Ya ain't really awake until you're dressed, I always say" he said, to signal to the others they could look back without seeing something they might regret later. Just then, a mechanical voice spoke, telling them to head to the bridge. The second one to emerge, Jericho Cross, strode away with the air of one about to hit something and the girl trailed after him.

"No time like the present" grunted Ben, walking after them.

Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic: Jedi Templar (ACCEPTING)

I don't see any characters. Did you edit them out of your post?

For Queen and Country

Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed, because I really love this RP on so many levels. Great lore, loads of fun people, engaging GMs... I will miss it.

But I completely understand the need to scale down your online (and real life) commitments with exams coming up, I did the same myself last year. It's not fun but beneficial in the long run, so good luck with them!

I'll miss all of my fellow players and my special snowflake characters... and I hope for a reboot of this at some point in the future!

Phantom Crew

Gender:
Male.

Age:
Older than you, kid.

Role:
Pointman, urban tracker, bargainer.

Appearance:

Skills/Abilities:
Old Ben has spent almost his entire life as a mercenary of one sort or another. He's fought for rebel causes and then for the establishment crushing them. He's protected the interests of big business before helping rob them with a band of crooks. And if there's biome that old Ben has never fought in, they must have invented it yesterday. Throughout most of his career, Ben has fulfilled the role of pointman, the first member of any team to enter the killzone and the one with the lowest life expectancy. So as good as Ben is with his rifle, handgun and knife, his main talent is the one he's practised most; he's extremely good at not dying. He's really gotten into the habit of being a live, in fact, and doesn't intend to start dying at his time of life. That's always been something other people did.

Ben's great experience comes in useful in all sorts of ways; he knows which models of guns are reliable, who to buy them from, which jobs will be busts and which ones will pay out more. He can usually tell when someone's trying to play him, cheat him or sell him supplies at an inflated price. Ben's prior dealings with most traders mean that if they see him coming, they immeadiately begin packing the best stuff they have into a bag, put on a big smile and hope he'll pay without telling the other customers what things should really cost in the stall. Ben's final talent is in tracking, but not out in the bush. He has friends in low places, has Ben, and he can almost always call upon them for favours or information. Anyone running away from him better make sure that no one and nothing sees them do it, because the walls have ears and mouths. Mouths that talk to Old Ben.

Personality:
Like many people of a more senior age, Ben doesn't take kindly to fools or time wasters. He's seen enough of them in his life and doesn't particularly feel the need to talk to any more, especially not now his luck is probably running dry. So those that don't get to the point or don't know what the point is get a short shrift from Ben. Those who know their mind and aren't afraid to speak it, however, should get along just fine with him. When something is up, you can be sure Ben will tell you, whether you like it or not. Maybe you're not cooking the stew quite right, maybe you missed a spot while cleaning your rifle, he'll let you know. And he expects the same from others, as long as the criticism is constructive. Ben believes in telling people when they've gone wrong and hopes others will do the same for him.

He can be a little grumpy, a little cantankerous but only when he's not on a job. Without a purpose, Ben feels aimless and frustrated. With something to focus on, he tends to be gruffly cheerful if a little pushy. While on a job, Ben constantly pushes the other members of the team to make sure they're on alert and doing all they can to make sure the job succeeds, even if he's not leading the team. Success leads to life, he sometimes says, and he doesn't intend to die just yet.

Gear:
To be added

The Grim Crusade [Warhammer 30,000 RP]

@BCTheEntity
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low.

_{I should be working, not rehearsing Queen lyrics. What have I become?}