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Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (MK III)

Just posting my character so that people know what's been accepted do far.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (MK III)

Rupert O'Donald

Name: Rupert O'Donald

Age: Mid to late twenties (Is actually 28)

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Standing at 6'4 with board shoulders and a body that has been shaped by hard work and labor, Rupert might not be the biggest or more intimidating person that the world has ever seen but he has been able to thrive none the less. His skin is white but years of being exposed to the various heat sources that the ship has to offer has burnt in a rather strange looking tan on his face where his safety equipment doesn't cover, the full extent of which is reveled when he removes his goggles or breathing mask.

His hair is a dark orange, but time on patrol around the ship often means that he needs to keep it short for professional reasons due to how much grim and filth tends to coat it before the end of his shift. His eyes are a dark blue.

Equipment/outfit wise, Rupert is almost always seen wearing the outfit of his office as High Janitor:

A pair of tinted safety goggles to protect the eyes from sudden bright flashes.
Breathing mask with an oxygen tank in the event of encountering a hazard on the ship in which having a personal air supply is required.
The standard chem treated and resistant yellow janitor jumpsuit.
A pair of yellow, firm grip and anti-slip galoshes (steel plated to help protect the feet).
Carapace breastplate
Lasgun/laspistol (depending on what section of the ship one is patrolling for size reasons)
Hand held flamer.
Melee weapon of choice (In Rupert's case, he favors a chainsword).

Personality:
Born into the Janitorial Union, Rupert understands the value of hard and often unappreciated work that needs to be done for the benefit of all. Having lived his entire life aboard a void vessel and often traveling through the parts of it that most voidsmen either don't know or don't care about, he is well aware of the dangers that can arise from neglect and is highly vigilant in the face of threats raging from basic maintenance to the variety of nasty critters and beasts that often try to infest and make their homes in the dark places of space craft.

Rupert will come down hard on the lazy and the incompetent, viewing both as worse then sin: Laziness and Incompetence not only risk the lives of the one committing them, but endanger the lives of everyone around them and the safety of their home in general. Rarely do the powers that be deem fit to provide the resources to reclaim parts of the ship lost to the void of space or other such hazards if the area isn't deemed important and allowing a piece of their home to be lost without just cause is inexcusable.

That being said, Rupert isn't above hearing people out when they have suggestions to improve a method in place. If it is discovered that steps in a maintenance cycle are unnecessary or only need to be done every so often rather then every time, he will happily streamline the process... but Emperor help the fool who tries to do this without alerting him first.

History:
Rupert was born into the Janitorial Union to a recently widowed mother; His father had been cleaning up a mess in the Medbay when the ventilation pumps failed and flooded the air with toxic fumes. Everyone who had been in the Medbay when it happened were incapacitated within seconds to die a horrible death, but some quick response time managed to see the area sealed off until repairs could be made and the area made safe again. The failure was discovered to have been caused by neglect due to an argument that was going on between the current team of tech priest Explorators and the Janitors over duties of care and who was in charge of maintaining what.

While he was raised without a father, when Rupert turned five he joined the cleaning staff in their duties of making sure that the ship remained at an acceptable level of cleanliness. The work was long, hard and at times dangerous due to the many hazards present in a void traveling capable ship. Most of the other crew members didn't care about the work you did and complained if something was missed. But it was work that needed to be done, so he did it without much more then some small grumbling every now and then.

When he reached his teens Rupert volunteered for Janitor training. Most children of the Union attempt the training at some point of another, through most in turn will end up dropping out of the program for a variety of reasons. Rupert's determination and vigilance paid off in the end through, completing the brutal training and becoming a full Janitor by the age of twenty. For eight years O'Donald prowled the ship to ensure that it remained in safe, operational condition and remained as free of invaders and pests as possible.

A few months prior to the ship being turned over to its new Captain in the form of Rogue Trader Drake, the prior High Janitor passed away and a new one had to be decided upon. As was tradition, the Janitors began by asking if any Janitors felt like they were not prepared for the responsibilities of the job of High Janitor and wished to decline being a contender. Round two involves the remaining Janitors being judged by their peers for any faults or flaws that would make them ill suited for the role. After the vetting process, the final round is to have all remaining Janitors that are still contenders for the role of High Janitor will draw lots, with the winner becoming the new High Janitor.

Rupert, after narrowly managing to defend his contention to become the High Janitor from the allegation that his father's death due to the fighting of the Janitors and the Tech Priests might make him hostile towards the servants of the machine cult, won the draw and ascended to High Janitor. Currently, he doesn't know what to really think of his new boss, but he intends to do his people and ship proud.

Skills:

Cleaner: Ever since he was five, Rupert has worked hard to keep the ship that is his home as clean as possible. While this does mean that he's qualified as a normal cleaner, these same skills are also useful for making... other types of messes disappear without leaving much in the way of evidence behind.
Maintenance Expert: While the tech priests might have a greater understanding of technology in general, when it comes to his home ship Rupert understands her systems and what makes her run better then any dozen robed cyborgs you could shake a metal rod at.
Ship Defense Expert: When it comes to repelling boarders, warp daemons or just pests in general, having such a good understanding and knowledge of ones home turf makes the job so much easier. The fact that he has spent at least eight years doing these very things gives him good experience as well.
Head of Security: While Rupert would happily punch out anyone who tried to label him as such, the role of High Janitor includes most, if not all, duties and responsibilities of the Head of Security for the ship... and to a lesser extent, the Captain/Rogue Trader Drake.
Ship Diplomat: In general, the every day members of the crew and their representatives would be more likely to talk to one of their own rather then some noble from Terra or his orkish pet... but the fact that Rupert understands the various nations on board the ship and thus who he needs to talk to helps get things done a lot smoother.

Equipment:

A pair of tinted safety goggles to protect the eyes from sudden bright flashes.
Breathing mask with an oxygen tank in the event of encountering a hazard on the ship in which having a personal air supply is required.
The standard chem treated and resistant yellow janitor jumpsuit.
A pair of yellow, firm grip and anti-slip galoshes (steel plated to help protect the feet).
Carapace breastplate
Lasgun/laspistol (depending on what section of the ship one is patrolling for size reasons)
Hand held flamer.
Chainsword of Office.

Miscellaneous:
Like almost all ships in the Imperium that have had a crew survive long enough for several generations to be born, national identities and tribes within the ship itself tends to form. Like all nations, as years go by they start to develop their own culture and history as events shape them. The Janitorial Union was formed shortly after an event recorded in ship history as 'The Betrayal', though exactly when this event happened is unclear. The head of the ship's armed forces at the time had gathered together loyalists to his cause and launched a mutiny in an attempt to seize captaincy, the resulting civil war gutting the ruling body of the ship as well as bleeding security dry. The head of security died and his mutiny failed, but without a unified enforcement force or strong leadership the crew had to fend for itself.

The Janitorial Union was originally made up of the ship's cleaning and maintenance staff, banding together and claiming a independent existence from the other nations that were forming at the time. While other nations fought over territory, the Janitorial Union instead decided on a more... nomadic existence since their duties required them to travel all over the ship. They still claimed key areas that were important to their roles of maintaining and keeping the ship in good condition while also raiding the various ship armories in order to not only defend their few tribal strongholds but also to take over the duty of purging the ship of unwanted... pests that would have normally fallen into the hands of the ships security forces.

Masterful diplomacy with the other ship nations ensured a peaceful existence and arrangements that would not only benefit them, but also the Janitorial Union as well. The cleaning staff and janitors were free to travel the whole ship in order to perform their duties without interference from whomever owned the area while also securing trade goods for their services, as well as serving as official messagers across national lines. Janitorial strongholds also became neutral ground for other factions to meet and discuss matters without having to worry about betrayal or assassination.

As time wore on, the roles of the cleaning staff and the Janitors began to change. While the cleaning staff maintained its role of cleaning the ship and minor repairs, the Janitors themselves morphed into a militant organization of pathfinders who roamed the ship in search of threats as mundane as neglected ship maintenance to active threats such as invaders and monsters roaming in the dark places of the ship that needed to be driven out. While the various ship nations maintained their own fighting forces, due to the Janitors ability to go anywhere in the ship freely to engage whatever threat was discovered to the ship they quickly rose to be considered an noble, elite fighting force that started to draw recruits from the fighting forces of other ship nations.

The position of High Janitor came about shortly after the ship returned to Imperial space and a new command was installed. While the title is more or less Head of Security in everything but name, the High Janitor also bares the responsibility of being the spokesmen of the ship's nation states and the (often times) foreign command of the ship so as to prevent... incidents from arising due to misunderstandings.

Only once in the history of the ship have the Janitorial Union gone to war with another ship state: When Cargonia attempted to expand its power and influence over the complete starboard side of the ship, it attacked all nations in its path... including one of the Janitorial Strongholds. The resulting war lasted to years, but in the end Cargonia was broken and remade into a more... humble nation by the coalition. While Cargonia paid dearly for its warmongering, the Janitorial Union ensured that the peace forced upon it was bearable, earning them no small amount of gratitude from the defeated ship nation.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (MK III)

@Jbcool

It might be time to post some of the accepted characters. Let people know who/what has already been accepted.

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (MK III)

The link is indeed working as intended now. And I'll work on a new character shortly.

Path of Destiny

If I could make a recommendation... You might have an easier time finding players in the Casual Rp forum.

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Bartolomeo Peckish, Hunter

Interactions: Bobby. Mentioning: Flint@Aerandir, Rowyn@Kitty

A more... overconfident hunter might have believed they knew better and joined the fray, assuming that two on one was better then just a one on one fight. An arrogant one might have ignored Flint's small signals out of pride and a desire to prove him wrong. Bartolomeo did neither; He stayed back with the intent to observe.

Of course, with the whole 'goblin invasion' that was happening having a quiet moment to catch one's breath and watch a brawl between hunters wasn't on the agenda for long. A wolf carrying a chicken of all things ran through the alleyway and proudly leaped over his head... followed by a rather sizeable horde of goblins that were chasing after their 'god' with the zealotry of true believers. In the chaos the two humans disappeared, leaving Bartolomeo very much alone and badly out numbered by smaller, more frail foes... but he had seen what had happened to those who had underestimated the horde before.

Before making a strategic withdrawal out of the alleyway, reinforcements arrived in the form of an ex-hunter turned bartender wielding a battleaxe... and insulting him a bit but for the moment that could be forgiven because more important things required his attention.

Under the circumstances and taking advantage of the bottleneck of the alleyway, Bobby's axe was a prime weapon to do some crowd control; Even in the event that a goblin dodged the blade of the axe, they were small and seemingly frail enough that getting smacked by the axe's shaft would knock them down and hurt 'em fairly badly... or at least put them in prime position to be trampled to death by the rest of the goblins surging forward.

That could prove be Bobby's undoing through: Axes as a weapon drew their power from the swing, creating a small opening where the tide of goblins could simply overwhelm the old man through sheer numbers and determination before he could wind up enough strength in a swing to actually get any meaningful effect... the first one they had and in the pursuit of saving their chuckling 'god', they most likely had the second as well.

Rather than abandon Bobby to his fate, Bartolomeo instead took a more... supportive role. Steel blade in one hand and what amounted to a silver club in the other he might have lacked the reach and crowd clearing ability that the axe wielding Bobby did, but while the old man was preparing for the next goblin clearing attack Bartolomeo would dart forward and reward the front running goblins of the wave with either death via sword and club or by being trampled by the rest of the mob of goblins in their haste. He only needed to stall the green skinned bastards for a second or two before ducking back and getting out of the way to avoid being cleaved and giving Bobby a clear crack at thinning the herd.

Draco Russ, Hunter

Interaction: Bobby

Draco's weapon was not designed for clean cuts; It was designed with the intent of inflicting large, deep and ugly wounds on targets that were not only bigger then the average human, but also had a nasty habit of regenerating or simply ignoring lesser injuries completely. Draco was less curving his way through goblins as he was reducing most of their bodies to torn and shredded chunks of flesh and meat and bone shards with the occasional limb surviving the slaughter... as well as bathing the ground around him in goblin blood as he followed the horde that the wolf had gathered behind her.

Rounding a corner into an alleyway the goblins had traveled down, he quickly noticed that he had caught up with the horde... simply because something seemed to have stalled them out a bit. It was hard to see exactly who or what it was due to the carnage that was happening at the other side of the goblin masses, but he believed he recognized the battleaxe that was being used. Continuing to take advantage of the goblin's single minded focus forwards, Draco grinned wickedly under his mask as he made sure his saw-cleaver was fully extended before joining the fray properly by slamming into the rear of their group, hacking and tearing through groups of goblins with each swing with a health spray of blood... but always mindful of the fact that if the Horde turned around to charge him, he would have to pull back or risk being overwhelmed in a green tide.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

Unknown Location.

There was a strange, icy chill in the air as the small group of thugs glanced around the rather spartan room. There wasn't any natural light in the room either; If there were any windows in this room they had cleared been covered up to the point where they were simply lost in the shadows of the room... and boy were there shadows.

The only lights in the room came from two desk lamps on that were carefully positioned on a rather well made and polished oak desk, likely costing more then any of the individuals currently standing in front of it had ever held at any one point in their lives. The lights also seemed to have been strategically positioned so that, while their soft glow did revel the man behind the desk and lit up the area in front of it, beyond that all it seemed to do was cast the rest of the room in deep shadow... shadows which rose the hairs on the back of one's neck and made your skin crawl with the feeling that something was watching from them...

"Gentlemen..." the middle aged man seated behind the desk started, his words filling the chilly silence that hung in the air with an energy and mirth of a younger man... through there seemed to be a hint of an accent of unknown origin lingering in his voice even after all these years "You all have a reputation in our line of work. A good reputation. A reputation for getting the job done despite whatever complications might have arisen. But what is reputation? Word of mouth... rumors... I have a job in mind to confirm if your reputations are more than just gossip."

Pushing himself to his feet, the aged but strangely jovial man took a deep breath. "I too have reputation. Not so pleasant I think you know..." Snapping his fingers sharply, the sound of metal grating against a poorly oiled railing filled the air as a sliding door in the wall behind the desk opened up... and reveled a man hanging upside down from the ceiling, stripped naked of clothing... and from the look of it, a great deal of his skin as well. "See this man? He does not do the job. I show you what I do with him..." walking over to what the light from the new room reveled was a sliding metal door, the man grasped the handle as he started to slide the door closed again "And now my reputation for you is fact. Is solid."

Almost as an afterthought, he man reached up to adjust his glasses before glancing back over his shoulder at the now closed and hidden door. "My wife's nephew. I'm going to be getting earful at dinner... there is no avoiding that." Remembering where he was, he cleared his throat as he turned back to his audience. "Oh yes, why I summoned you. One of my... shall we say... vassals has grown rather cocky as of late. Cocky enough in fact that he has seemingly forgotten the nature of our relationship but not... I feel, to the point where he would need to be replaced. Merely have his poor attitude... corrected."

With the confidence of a man that had no issues with torture or killing, the man returned to his desk and sat down once more. "My associate Crow will meet you outside with the stock standard information. Who he is, where he lives, his family ect. But I do not wish for him or his family to be killed or end up with bad enough injuries that a trip to the hospital is required. If you are successful in correcting his behavior while meeting my requirements then we will have a wonderful business relationship going forward... fail and..." A knowing smile appeared on his face. "Do not let me detain you."

As the gathered thugs left at a walk (through a rather fast paced walk) and the older man turned his attention towards some of the papers on his desk that needed his attention and unknown to either party, one shadowy smoke covered form broke away from the shadows of the room to follow the group of thugs with keen interest. It wouldn't feast from them... at least, not yet. After all, they were leading it towards a place that was soon to be consumed by agonizing dread and suffering of the highest degree... and if they didn't inspire that in other people, they themselves would be the ones to suffer for their failures. Win-Win really.

In the shadows of a dark, icy room barely lit by two desk lamps, shadows shifted to take advantage of the space that had just been made to get more comfortable.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

@NiceSpice@LuckyBlackCat

Oh yay!

I'll just join the Discord and I'll talk with you guys soon.

Edit: I least... I swore I saw mention of a Discord.

Viscious Virtue (Dark Magical Girls)

@NiceSpice

Hey. Silly question I know but... would you care to take on another Co-GM to create and run Vice encounters?

Spells in the Dark (18+ for Dark and suggestive themes)

Bartolomeo Peckish, Hunter

Interactions: Flint@Aerandir, Rowyn@Kitty

Not really giving the academic scholar any answers to his questions, Bartolomeo instead turned his focus towards picking off any goblin that just so happened to get near him... either because they had wandered within range or he had wandered into range of them. He wasn't in any real rush to get anywhere since for the most part other hunters had already moved in to gather the goblins together or break them up from assaulting the general public so he wasn't really in any hurry to get anywhere.

However, taking a slower pace through the chaos afforded a degree of awareness that someone rushing around wouldn't have... such as noticing the odd and interesting... transformation that seemed to have overcome a woman who earlier that evening had proven herself to be more of a healer then a hunter. Granted appearances could be deceiving, but as he watched her fling goblins left and right, he couldn't help but feel like there was a bit more to it then just professionalism.

Interest peaked at this development, Bartolomeo followed the healer as she dragged a goblin that she had personally disarmed (pun very much intended) into a alleyway. Granted he took care not to have her see him and the distraction caused by a wolf carrying a live chicken helped ensure that the goblins didn't give him much in the way of hassle while he did so, intent on seeing how this situation unraveled itself.

Once again, this proved to put him in the perfect spot to witness events that were unfolding. The hunter with the bow that had been tended to by said healer earlier decided to revel himself, shooting an arrow at the one armed goblin that she had been carrying towards what was almost certainly going to be a brutal end. He didn't step forward just yet to join the meeting, but he was almost certainly easy for the bowmen to spot; A simple nod of his head enough to let him know that if the situation went horribly wrong, it wouldn't be a one on one fight.

Draco Russ, Hunter

Interaction: Flint, Mishka @Aerandir

Why did the people he have to work with need to be weird?

It was a question that Draco had asked himself a couple of times in the past when he had needed to work with hunters from outside of the Russ clan, since they tended to be... rather quirky individuals at the best of times. The fact that he had encountered a family of hunters who could speak wolf was... new but far from the strangest thing he had come across so far which honestly started to make him rethink his life.

However, before he could go to far down that rocky road, the call to action was given... in the form of the originally injured hunter throwing a chicken to his pet wolf and having it run around, using the panicking chicken to draw the goblins together. It was honestly a good plan; Considering the strange view of divinity that goblins gave chickens for reasons that would likely never be understood by humans, threatening one of their 'gods' would get there attention in a hurry.

Rather then chase after the man with the bow (assuming he was relocating to get himself into a better position to fire from), Draco made the decision to assist his pet wolf instead. Sure there was no real chance of the goblins chasing the wolf actually catching it, but having hunted intelligent animals like this before it wasn't too difficult to read where the she-wolf was going to go next... and he would make her life easier by ensuring that any rogue goblin that was either lucky enough or cunning enough to try and cut the wolf off rather then chase after her was dealt with shifty in what generally was a bloody mess due to the large, cutting nature of his weapon.