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R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

@ReaptheMusic I know, I'm just making possible suggestions for you to consider.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@Sarpedon That's a fair enough assessment, but I'd assume his placement as Chief Librarian wouldn't have been possible if he'd been inducted into the Warp Skulls at a later date, such that a Chief Librarian was already in place. This actually ties into something else I'd like to say about the relatively small number of advancement opportunities available to a Space Marine compared to members of a real life army - I couldn't say exactly what ranks there are that a standard Astartes can aspire to off the top of my head, but as far as I'm aware, it's focused enough that even becoming the leader of a squad of ten is rather difficult, and moving up to Company Captain and Chapter Master is obviously nigh-impossible without being absurdly skilful, and perhaps lucky enough to survive beyond your predecessor's death where relevant; this is even more exarcerbated in more restricted aspects of a chapter, namely the Librarians, Chaplains, and Techmarines, the latter in particular having exactly one position to ascend to from the basic rank and file under normal circumstances. I, uh... forget the point I was making with this, but basically, ascension through ranks is difficult for an Astartes, and only somewhat less so when there's a Lieutenant position one may aspire to fill in any given chapter.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Is this still alive? Does anybody mind if I bump it up a little? I'm sure nobody minds, but just in case it's been forgotten, @Jbcool @Hank @Lord Coake @Noxious @The Whacko @Bright_Ops y'all guys should check in.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Dang, that sucks. Well, uh... I suppose we ignore the existence of everybody who isn't that team of four, then. Now, what team names can we make out of their initials... Reverb/RVRB? Or Brother/BRVR.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@agentmanatee With regards to plasma stuff specifically, keep in mind that A. he could easily have been working on that for a couple hundred years or more, and only got to resolve it as a project once he had greater AdMech resources to hand, and B. the AdMech in general is heavily inclined to not solve problems with Imperial technology, since their philosophy basically dictates that once they've discovered everything there is to discover, they'll be out of a job. As far as I see it, the fact that Valius is so heavily inclined to research and build at the rate he does is extremely abnormal within the Imperium, and it's not really looked to as a sign of following the Omnissian creed like a good Mechanicus should, never mind his more recent madness and loss of interactivity with others.

@Sarpedon True enough. To be fair, the larger proportion of Valius' R&D would have been done with the Raven Guard and Deathwatch, which have been around for fuck-off centuries. In-story, at least so far as I'm aware, the Warp Skulls are only fifty years old, so pretty much every veteran and upward should be an ex-Raven Guard, unless I've gotten that disgustingly wrong somehow.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@agentmanatee@Sarpedon All fair enough. I've addressed each point below:
1. I've edited "nearly killed" to just "badly injured"; I was aiming for Rooke's ability to evade the Marine being a combination of having a map that the Marine didn't necessarily possess, setting up a lot of traps (albeit mostly-flimsy ones) in anticipation of the fight, and the Marine not making the challenge literally impossible by instantaneously bullrushing a nine year old boy faster than he could react until he was done being nice. The autopistol and injury dealt was meant to basically be sheer dumb luck, in that not only was Valius in the right place at the right time to acquire the gun, but he surprised an opponent who could otherwise have easily dodged the attack, and then just happened to be aiming the weapon in an appropriate location to cause a relatively severe injury, since aiming for the chest or head would've just had the bullets bounce off of the Marine's ribcage or skull, most likely. Keep in mind that fights against unarmed and unarmoured Space Marines are sometimes used by chapters as part of the Aspirant Trials, and that beating them at the relevant ages is... absurdly difficult, I recall, but not, I believe, completely impossible, especially when the trial isn't specifically to draw blood.
2. Yeah, I figured the weapons were too much. Taking into account what's been said, I've reduced them to just the atomiser and breaching augur on his harness, and the hand-held power axe, which should all be manageable for a single Techmarine. If not, do tell me so.
3. Now, "tone the backstory down a bit"... that's a very vague request which I fear translates to "rewrite most of what you've written", understandably annoying when it's ten thousand plus characters long, and I'd honestly prefer that you be a bit more specific when you ask me to "tone it down". Given that the player characters are highly skilled and superhuman soldiers who are generally more accomplished than their peers, I don't feel like the majority of what I've written is necessarily over the top, and if we compare and contrast the feats of many high-level Space Marines in canon material to what we've got, I might almost suggest that some other PCs are lacking in significant feats; after all, you'd expect highly decorated war officers to have done quite a lot to get to their current position. Just a thought. That said, I won't be able to make any changes to backstory until tomorrow, since it's late for me, but if anything in particular sticks out like a sore thumb, do mention it.
4. Plasma overheat problem is reasonable enough, and I'll edit that to be less significant. Addressing your comments about his apparent skill, though, and adding on to what I said above, one's position isn't necessarily defined solely by feats, in real life or 40K. Maybe you're the most accomplished fighter in an army without peer, but haven't been promoted to an officer position because that entails a skillset or mindset you don't have; similarly, whilst perhaps Valius' technological accomplishments are quite significant, maybe the way he does things or the way he thinks isn't quite what's needed to be a Master of the Forge, thus a possible reason why Constantine ended up being preferred for the position over him, having a more suitable mindset and skillset and etcetera. And so on, and so forth.

R.W.B.Y. ~ The Colors of Dawn ~

Vladimir Plasimov-Drakka

"Hmph. We'll see about tha-" he started, before being interrupted by the shark Faunus' friendly punch to his upper arm. Turning to face her, he ended up quite surprised at her request for a race, of all things. It was at this moment that the platforms to his left began to flip upward, flinging their occupants toward the forest. Turning back to the shark girl with a grin on his face, he only had time to say "Looks like I get a head-start. Toodles."

The next moment, he was spinning through the air at high velocity, the forest sailing by below him like an ocean of green, yet ever so steadily it began accelerating toward him as his upward momentum failed and gravity began to take its toll. The young man yawned at the approach of the trees, then aimed his pistol roughly downward and, every couple of seconds, fired it once or twice to reduce how fast he fell. This was not as effective as he'd hoped, but still enough that he dropped into the forest canopy at an angle, rather than falling straight down like a rock; once in the canopy itself, and doing his utmost to ignore the slowly-increasing annoyance of being whipped by a great many twig-sized branches per second, he did he best to keep an eye open for a suitably wide branch to use as a hook. In short order, he spied one in the near distance, coming up fast as he fell; aiming Breath, he activated the mechanism to open up its grapple mechanism, then fired once, sending the beartrap-like hooks flying toward the branch, succeeding in scoring a direct hit that clamped the end of the gun around the branch's width. Almost immediately, Vlad's momentum changed, sending him soaring in an arc around the branch that threatened to slam him into the ground full-force if he wasn't careful; waiting until just the right moment, he retracted the grapple toward himself, increasing his speed as the circle he was travelling round shrunk, but placing himself at just the right distance to...

All at once, the grapple unhooked itself and retracted back to the main body of the oversized pistol, sending the man running along at ground level, his feet barely keeping up with the speed at which he found himself moving, and he realised that he was almost certainly going to trip and fall if he didn't resolve that problem immediately. A large and probably quite old tree found itself a victim of his momentum-reducing strategy, ending up with a sword wedged into its wood and carving a circle through its many layers as Vlad's body span round and round, gradually slowing down until, finally, he ceased to move altogether, rather dizzy but no worse for wear. Taking a few moments to breath deeply, both to minimise the adrenaline pulsing through his system and to recover his sense of balance, he absent-mindedly pulled Maw through what little of the tree's wood remained connected to its stump, yanking the weapon free, then finishing the plant's execution by pushing the upper half of its trunk with one foot, slowly overbalancing it until it fell with a great crashing of smashed branches and impacted dirt, resulting in a small clearing of sunlight in the forest's otherwise-shady interior.

Left with his own thoughts for a short moment, he smiled to himself at how successful his landing strategy had been, then steeled himself for the journey ahead. Chances were, he'd need all his wits to acquire whatever "key piece" it was that Ozpin had mentioned, and a fair portion of his combat skill to boot. Beyond that, he couldn't say, but he was quite sure he'd be fine regardless. Orienting himself in the direction he believed he was flying a few moments ago, he began to pace forward, sheathing his sword momentarily to reload his gun, and keeping both in hand, in case anything happened to fly out at him from nowhere.

@Chickn@Turboshitter

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

At long last, I've finished up Valius Rooke's character sheet. I'm mentioning it in the thread because, whilst I did go over everything that wasn't his biography on the Sunday, it doesn't appear to have been noticed, and I've not had an opportunity to complete his bio and certain other parts of his character sheet anyway up until now. @agentmanatee, @Sarpedon, @Jbcool, take a looksee, and just tell me if he's alright. Two important things to note:
1. His brain no longer has a crystal coating, since upon further reading, the crystal exoskeleton apparently comes from a Librarian's Mucranoid Glands, which Rooke obviously doesn't have any more, but wouldn't affect the brain anyway even if he did. I can re-add this if desired, but I feel that, under the circumstances, it might make more sense for him to not have it, so just take the above into consideration about this;
2. Yes, he does have a very large number of weapon and gear options. My justification for this is that, as a Techmarine of several centuries focused on rapid self-advancement, he'd take whatever opportunities he had to attach as much stuff to himself as possible, which obviously includes large amounts of weaponry, in his case the largest guns he could get his hands on. I entirely understand if he's got "too much", as it were, and I'm perfectly willing to tone it back as much as is needed if desired.

EDIT: Oh, and since I'm asking for @Jbcool's attention anyway, don't forget to make your post in An Unholy Mass, friend.

Underlake: An Othertale

♥ - Rodney Colton Smith

The ghost appears to completely ignore Skylar, just continuing to blather and drone like we're not there. Something about Skylar getting his name wrong, at one point, but- oh Hell, what are those? Are they words? It's starting spewing out physical manifestations of words all at once, they're flying out of it in every direction and heading right towards ohhhh NOOOOO-

All at once, my physical body, as black-and-white as it is, is seemingly filled with random words coming from all directions, words like "blep", "mlem", "chatter", "talktalk", and at one point "antidisestablishmentarianism". It's all I can do to... I don't know how I'm doing it, but apparently the yellow heart- which, I now notice, is inverted from my perspective when I look straight down at it- can be moved around by me as easily as any of my physical limbs, albeit only within the confines of a certain space, apparently defined within me by a white box. I don't know how or why, but apparently, that's how it goes. It's not amazingly fast, though. The word maze isn't exactly easy to maneuver around, and it's only after one of the damn things grazes the heart that I realise how vital the thing is to my survival.

HP: 19/24

'Shitting HELL damn it, that burns!' I scream, semi-involuntarily, somehow not losing my control over the heart as I go. I'm pretty sure that counts as assault. With that decided, and finding a relatively safe spot for my heart to hold up for the next second or so, I heft my gun at the ghost, yelling 'Alright, ghost-freak, you're going down!' and pulling the trigger. I highly doubt that'll do anything-

Oh! The heart shot a bullet, which apparently destroyed a word coming at it! Well that's...

...oh.

I promptly begin pulling the trigger as fast as I can whilst continuing to move the heart, shooting bullets from it at a rate not quite on par with the trigger pulling itself, but fast enough that the words it can hit are removed from play very quickly. Mostly, these are just the words from the top of the heart box, since that's the only direction it wants to shoot, and all the others are coming from angles that are rather difficult to hit, but fortunately, I only need to keep the heart dodging for another couple of seconds before, abruptly, every last word visible to me vanishes outright, even though the ghost is still talking over everything. How odd. With not much else happening, I look over at Skylar to see how she's doing... I hope she's done better at heart word avoidance than I have.

OOC Hider

@Guardian Angel Haruki So unless @Major Ursa decides we need to use another system, I'd say just go over roughly what Skylar does during Eeeeeeeeeeee's attack, then have her use her turn 2 action, whatever that is. Rodney's turn 2 action and Eeeeeeeeeeee's second attack will come after that, I think. And that's LV 2 Rodney has on account of shot criminals, if anybody's wondering. If anybody thinks it should be higher for whatever reason, do explain; I could make a case for "certain criminals might have loads of LOVE and thus are worth loads of EXP", but I'm not sure if Rod would've faced anybody like that in his career.

Underlake: An Othertale

@Kafka Komedy That looks like an RP worth joining, though I unfortunately have precisely tangential knowledge about any of those games. Maybe I will, chances are I won't, but it looks fun nonetheless. That said, I'd personally recommend sticking to your guns with the video game music for the sake of similarity, especially given the inclusion of lyrics in the new song.

@Major Ursa Never heard of Once Upon a Time, so that'll likely be a no-go for me. Sorrah.