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Sadly, I'm going to have to pass on this Rp for now. I'm just to stretched with other projects to give it the attention it deserves.
I'll work on a character sometime tomorrow.
Peter
He/Him
? Entity


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The smile that had been on the man's face disappeared almost instantly. "Well if it isn't Little Miss Killjoy, ruining the joke by assuming it was all about her. And here I was about to congratulate you on losing all that weight since I last saw you."

Shaking his head slightly as he turned away from River, he turned his gaze towards her companion. "I don't think we met if you were with the group that this one came in with. I'm Peter the librarian. Are you looking for anything in particular or are you just browsing?"

Peter
He/Him
? Entity


The sound of squeaky wheels rolled through the halls of the Library; Like an old trolley that hadn’t been properly oiled in ages. The noise seemed to grow louder as it drew near to Lark and River… until at last the source of the noise presented itself by turning a corner into their section.

It was, in fact, a book trolly. A left over piece of equipment from when the Library had actually served as a library. But despite the gloomy, haunted atmosphere it wasn’t moving alone. A young man in his early to mid twenties was behind it, gloved hands gripping the somewhat rusted and flaky handle.

Looking at the pair, the rather pale man blinked for a moment… before quipping “You know, the two of you make enough noise that you could wake the dead.”

Name:
Peter March

Alias:
The Librarian

Pronouns:
He/Him

Age:
Seemingly 24 (Exact age unknown)

General appearance:


Light or Dark?:
Of the entities roaming the Library, Peter is somewhat unique. He was originally human and his current existence was the intentional end result of his own experiments with the occult. As a vampire, the fact that he will drink from those that the Master brings into the Library aligns him with the Dark Entities, but in truth who things pan out will depend on his mood, if he likes you or how hungry he is.




Name:
Peter March

Alias:
The Librarian

Pronouns:
He/Him

Age:
Seemingly 24 (Exact age unknown)

General appearance:


Light or Dark?:
Of the entities roaming the Library, Peter is somewhat unique. He was originally human and his current existence was the intentional end result of his own experiments with the occult. As a vampire, the fact that he will drink from those that the Master brings into the Library aligns him with the Dark Entities, but in truth who things pan out will depend on his mood, if he likes you or how hungry he is.



Fair enough. Sounds like fun.

What gene mods did he have?
A little bit.

But truthfully, rather then just reject it outright... I'm happy to sit down and try to make it work. Yes it might require some alterations, but the end result can be a better story.
Two things.

1) I think you should drop the blank aspect. There are a couple of reasons, but the lore one would be that research into blanks simply wouldn’t have developed enough for a successful or stable attempt at gene modification before the project was shut down. Genetically modification to create blanks is necron level tech.

2) What is the balance of the Avvim? Because if you look at abhuman species in setting, while they are better than baseline humanity at certain things, it comes at the cost of something else. Ogryn and Golith are both big, strong and tough, but at the cost of being less dexterous and intelligent. The more you tailor a species towards something, the less able it is somewhere else.
Pentious


It was hard to describe the nature of events as a warp gate of unprecedented size was forcefully torn into reality without control or care within a system.

The fickle and outlandish nature of events, alongside the scale of them in terms of sheer number, made recording and listing phenomena as they occurred on Pentious next to impossible. Black lightning tore across a frozen sea of pink and green as burning orange blood of three screaming damned rained down from above.

Outside of the forge cities, a literal storm of madness tore at the world like a ravenous beast that would have been the beautiful but terrible death knoll for many other worlds.

But Pentious was not other worlds. They have known the storm was coming well in advance and thus had prepared and hunkered down in cities that easily doubled as very literal defensive bunkers. Their preparations and void shields protected them from the bulk of the roaring tide that was pounding against them.

Weaknesses in the defences were found, allowing the madness to seep in. Rooms bled, gravity changed in places. Forge Delta found itself dealing with the ghost of the Waarrgh in a very literal manner as spectres of both human and greenskin long dead manifested to fight once more.

These were just the physical signs through. Where madness could find purchase, it dug in as harshly and quickly as possible… and the favoured location to do so was the darkness within one’s mind. Despite precautions and the certainty of steel that augmented the minds of vast sways of the population, insanity of all varieties swept through the population at all rungs.

Some afflictions were so minor or harmless as to have been considered comedic after the fact. They were the minority. Tech priests turned on their peers, ripping out their implants and augments out of a fanatical desire to ‘achieve perfection’. Servitors were literally possessed by murderous desire and did everything in their power to harm others. Cannibalism skyrocketed as families and friends turned on each other with gluttonous brutality.

And all the while, Rik fought on. What phenomena that couldn’t be countered was isolated. Those lost to insanity were restrained or put down as the situation warranted it. What chaos and madness that the storm tried to inflict was met with control and order, with Rik simply being the noticeable bastion against this shadow of Old Night.

Then it ended.

The storm came to a close, its fury spent as reality and sanity imposed themselves once more. Alas, the final tally of lives destroyed or lost would not stabilise until days later; Those afflicted with strange melodies or finally succumbing to wounds they proved fatal were among the dead, but the saddest were the suicides.

More then one person awoke from the bout of imposed madness to find themselves in a living nightmare due to the actions of their flesh when they weren’t of sound mind… and more then one couldn’t bring themselves to live with the result.

The damage was done, the blood had been shed and countless personal tragedies and horror stories had destroyed or ruined lives. But with the storm passed it was time to rebuild. And the next stage of Rik’s plan was at hand.
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