Interested. I'd like to call dibs on the XI legion if thats ok?
I'll have an app up soon. Though i must admit i havent read the horus heresy series, but have been an avid player since 3rd edition. So i guess you'll have to evaluate my app if its any good.
Im way down for this to be a collaborative RP. I can easily roll my dream of Tim Boyd as a mission. Sadly my dreams are always better than stuff i consciously try to write, they are more atmospheric. I'll wait for Penny to give the all clear after our first couple of adventures. Is that alright?
WHAT IS YOUR PROFESSION, SKILL OR LIFESTYLE? I handle the cases that the police or the mayor are too high and mighty to deal with or think it will cause a panick if they start to mobilise. I deal with the cases that no one else wants to. Missing perons, cold cases... in some cases, very cold. I have a degree in pyschology from John Hopkins, it helps me to track down persons of interest and other... less belivable... things. Back in days gone past i was a police psychologist, but ive seen too much to go back now, so im freelance. Im the person people come to after all the other doors have closed.
WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR STRENGTHS ARE? WHAT ARE YOUR ACTUAL STRENGTHS? I aint got a glass jaw if thats what you mean. But firearms i prefer to leave em locked away before they start getting ideas, heh.
WHAT ARE YOUR FEARS, FLAWS AND SECRETS? Brenda.... why did you and i split up? We could have been great together. Brenda...
SUPERNATURAL ABILITY: At some point in my career as a psychologist i learnt to sense the presence of souls. Only catch is my eyes have to be closed. I dont know how i wound up with this power. It just kind of unlocked the more i learnt about psychology. I guess you could say im a people person heh.
ALLYS: Professor Steven Pair. Professor of Archeology and Sociology at Arkham university. He... hes a strong man, and a friend.
Tim Boyd is based off of a dream i had. So the story is far too long to contain here. If you really want it i can have it typed up before im selected. Needless to say, both Tim and Professor Pair are well rounded characters.
CONCEPT: Tim is a hard boiled psychologist that uses psychology and profiling on paranormal entities. After all most of them were human once.
Some of the smaller catamaran had laid anchor by the small natural harbour and a few had stayed aboard to keep ship. Only the largest had been hauled a shore on rollers and made into a long house.
The remaining few were transporting their passengers and belongings to the shore. Cife the magician was supervising his belongings, some covered in ornate fabrics that were part of his show. "Carefull now, that one contains the other half of a woman" he said pointing... it didn't hurt to do some self promoting. Just then he saw hed attracted the gaze of a small youngling waiting with her parents. He bent down on one knee in the stony beach. What's that I see? He reached behind the younglings ear and retrieved a small silvery kipper. Is that yours? The young girl grinned and shook her head. Well you'd better keep it just the same. The youngling took the fish eyes gleaming.
A) Improve food D) Improve culture
Make sure no belly goes without. And improve the culture of this tribe with the druid ceremony.
Nexonia blinked at the realisation that someone was calling her. The pathfinder proverb was true, after spending years in the wild you can't remember your name, but it feels good to be out of the rain. Nexonia had spent 5 years in the wild. That was one more than was needed to qualify her as a veteran Pathfinder. She enjoyed the wild, perhaps more than acting as Pathfinder, but there were people to care for on this Wander.
She was passing two parents trying to restrain their youngest from running into the grassy field. "Leave him be, he'll come in when he's done" she shouted back . Released, the young man ran ,"its so easy a child could do it", "it's so easy a child could do it", "it's so easy a child could do it" he was chanting and then ran and grasping a stick begun writing things in the mud of which only he could understand. Poor poor yougling, struck with the fever. He dared inspiration in her game and, like the lighting must strike ground, too his inspiration must be allowed to strike, lest it build up.
It was early dawn and she came upon the crowd waiting outside the long house made from the largest catamaran. The druids had been quick to set up a garden in between the two upturned hills shielded from the worst of the wind. She had petitioned them to bless this long house and they were taking their sweet time.
After a while the druids came out, led by the most senior. Neave the master druid gave his signal for the other druids to dows the long house with their potions. Each taking more than 8 hours to prepare, and each doing a different part of the ceremony. When they were finished the sacred words were said in old tongue. Just then a sunburst shone golden light onto the long house and the potions shone in the sunlight with a golden glow. The crowd stood in awe, and all of a sudden it was over as quick as it had begun. Neave the druid uttered the last of the holy words in old tongue and turned to leave. Is that it? said Nexonia as they were turning. The druid stopped by the door and held out a hand, a new sprig of leaves was sticking out of the wood. "Give it time" he said in a strong and husky voice.
Meanwhile Hexia the huntress was stalking a Jack rabbit in the foothills. She had 4 already slung round her back making it hard to wield the short bow. The Jack danced it's way up towards the rushing stream passed some rocks and over. Clambering higher still Hexia peered over the rocks. The Jack jumped sailing over a clump. Then Hexia lowered her bow. That was not just a clump! That was a deer. A fresh kill from last night. Whatever killed it had scorged large claw Mark's in its flesh. Hexia could not tell what had killed it but knew others might be able to. Making a quick decision she about turned and made her way down to tell the others of what she had found.
