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Pokemon Mystery Dungeons: Stargate [Mid-High Casual] Accepting!

As Gale left, Belgond's ears wilted alongside the sinking feeling in his stomach. While he had no regrets about standing up for himself or his father, that didn't change the fact that it felt like a Machamp had punched him in the stomach. Once Gale had left, Belgond gloomily slinked his way back to the table that he had been planning on having lunch with his dad at before sitting down and resting his chin on the table.

When Gale's father asked him where Gale was, Belgond winced a little before saying in a sad voice "Me and her had an argument... I honestly don't feel all that hungry anymore..."

@Ordure

Pokemon Mystery Dungeons: Stargate [Mid-High Casual] Accepting!

I'll get one up soon.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@Jbcool

I'm still here. Just waiting for the GM post to tell us to go forwards.

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

@Jbcool

Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment. :P

Seriously through, I can't wait.

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

Because no matter how grand our plans are... sometimes the Empire gets lucky in its over-zealousness.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Superheroics 101

So both of the big players in our part of the world are insane... Well, that's comforting.

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

Draco Alexander of House Alexander

The Noble soup kitchen had always been something of an oddity since the day it was opened. Located in the levels of the hive city that acted as something of a gray area between the middle levels of the Hive and the dark and desperate lower depths it had been opened by Draco Alexander, the sixteenth in succession for the head of the Alexander family.

Those familiar with the politics of nobility and wished to be polite about it would refer to Draco as a dead horse as far as becoming the head of the house was concerned; The only way he was going to get there was if everyone else in the running were to creel over and die carrying him across the finish line. Such nobles tended to be lazy pricks due to having all the luxury of being born into nobility while having little in the way of actual responsibility but Draco proved to be something of an exception.

From a young age, Draco had liked to cook. While other noble families might have discourged such a skill as being 'beneath' them, House Alexander had always encouraged that its members learn at least the basics of cooking for themselves (If only to help reduce the chances of getting assassinated). This fancy for cooking quickly turned into a passion that gave the young noble a fire that few in his position could claim to have. As the years passed, he focused his efforts on becoming one of the best chefs on the planet, his dishes being the absolute talk of the nobility, making him a very wealthy man even for a noble.

The fact that he then started to channel that money into the creation and funding of The Noble soup kitchen surprised almost everyone, but as Draco liked to say 'I am a humanitarian. Besides, a taste of heaven might just be what those dwelling down in the lower floors of our fair hive need to light a fire in their hearts, strap up their bootstraps and make something of themselves with a hard days work.'

When the various cults came to try and convert the twenty two year old noble away from the God-Emperor of Mankind in order to sway him to their cause, they were turned away (In some cases with force when they didn't take no for an answer). They weren't turned away because Draco was a devote follower of the Emperor however; They were turned away because Draco was already a devote believer of Chaos Undivided and was in the process of setting up his own cult via his soup kitchen.

Born as a pskyer and ignorant of that fact for many years, it wasn't until Draco was around 15 that he started to hear the whispers of demons in his mind. Despite his passion for perfecting his cooking Draco avoided the allure of Slannesh, instead taking a stand point that each chaos god had something to offer and thus should be respected and worshiped equally. His humanitarian efforts are born out of a genuine desire to help the less fortunate, but he doesn't deny the fact that it puts him in a very good position to gain influence on all levels of social life; The nobility and middle class praise his charity and good will while the downtrodden lower class can look at him as someone who cares about their well being.

Of course, this is only just the beginning. Setting the ground work for future plans as it were.

Supervillainy 101

@Hellis

Still here.

Superheroics 101

Out of all the strange and varied people in the room, there was one who stood out more then any other. Despite the varied origins and different appearances, almost all the people in the room looked somewhat human... with a single expectation.

Gutter wasn't so much seated in a chair as he was huddled in it, his twitching eyes, ears and nose going overboard in order to try and take in as much information as possible in look out for the first sign of trouble. A grotesque, monstrous rat like creature that never seemed to stop moving in his discomfit about being in a lit room with a group of 'ordinary' humans, experience screaming at him that being here was a bad idea and it was only a matter of time before someone tried to attack him.

The fact that he looked (and smelt) like his name sake also caused him to stand out in the nice, clean room that their millionaire backer had set up for them even more. Rags covered enough of his body to avoid scarring the minds of both himself and those in the room, but those with a keen eye would notice what appeared to be a pair of tonfa's resting within easy arm reach that seemed to be in good condition, if somewhat worn from use. There was a tail currently resting behind him, the end of it twitching almost as much as its master every now and then.

As the time for questions came about, Gutter seemed conflicted for a moment before nervously he raised a hand as if a snake would bite it if he moved to quickly. His voice sounded like a whisper that was close loud enough to be heard by those in the room "Are showers and lodgings provided?"