Dealdric

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinterYeah, but that is still long enough!

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The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinterHe is forty five, and he's been with the bsa for at least a little while, and I would think looking for something that doesn't look like it belongs in the building would give a big hint.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter

Cragnut was a terrorist, not the fear kind, and he knew he would be apart of this training in his own way, but he also knew he would deal with their theatrics for a while. He decided to do what any gremlin would do, which was a switch-a-roo! He, without the participants knowing, went into the building and 'misplaced' the ingredients for the spell. Now, anyone who he dealt with would be the winner, and decided the werewolf boy would be the best choice.

Without warning, he jumped on Griffin's back and looked him square in the face upside down. "Hey wolf boy! I moved the ingredients to make your life a living hell today! You wouldn't think seeing a gremlin around would make things easier, did ya'?

Warhammer 40k RP: The Return of Dragons

When you hear the roar of a Fire Drake on Nocturne, What do you think of? Do you think of battles past or a leader lost to time? Or do you think of our beloved Astartes in their gleaming scale-green armor?
I think of a story I heard of the fallen and forgotten legion of smiths and warriors, for they may have plummeted from grace of the empires sight, but not from their father's holy might!

I hear awing tales of knights in green and scale, flame anointing them, protecting a planet here and crushing xeno filth there. They cry the mighty cry of Vulkan, the lost Primarch, and slaying with the fierce glow of Nocturne with them. I, however, know what they require.
They search for relics made and old, and that their master wields five of nine, but nine needed for the battle's done. They search for a valiant battle, for which, in the lord's name they can reclaim their glory.

This is their tale of battle, for what did the other legions do but gawk?

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Welcome to the Warhammer 40k rp: The Return of Dragons!!!

This is the tale of dragons returning, so be prepared for chaos on terra, because we got a job to do.

Rules of the Legion

1. Never refer to the state of the empire in the chat!(don't talk about politics in this rp)
2. If you have an issue, settle it like men, not orks!(be civilized please, I'm okay with disagreements, but no rage, including nerd rage over who is better)
3. If you have issues with something I did or said, dispute it and I will consider the suggestion
4. If I deny your request, it is final unless you augment it to acceptable standards.(if your character does not follow a certain limit, he will be denied until it is fixed)
5. Please, when enscribing thy thoughts of this situation, be detailed.(please post quite a few lines when making an IC post)
6. Have a Joyful slaying of yon enemy!(have fun)
7. Glory To The Emperor!!!
^ ^ ^ *please type this phrase into your charcter sheet so I know you read the rules*

Salamander's background

The Salamanders were a legion created pre Horus Herecy, being hosted on the world Nocturne. Their first primarch, Vulkan, made them fierce and loyal, but different. For one, they still interacted with pre-alteration families and did many things off duty. It wasn't uncommon to find an astartes of salamnders on Nocturne in some local office or leader of a warband. They have strange customs from that off the other legions, as well as there appearance being heavily different from other astartes. At the start of the Herecy, Horus tricked them into fighting the loyalist legions, only to relize their folly and turn on him. They were almost thought extinct, but were intact barely, and they still have yet to fully recover. There are many legends about them, and one in particular this will have a slight little fun with. For more, do your own research.

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Rank:
Gender:Non astartes only
Class:
Equipment:
Abilities: Dependent on class
Npcs: Only if wanted
Other:

Knights of the Stars (Sci-fi Mecha)

@ValorSounds good to me

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter

Designation: Agent N, AKA Cragnut

Current assignment: Transferring from the Russian Demon mob assignment to (CLASSIFIED) assignment

Cragnut wandered the halls till his destination, the practice room, was in sight. In went in, half expecting them to be fighting a freshly turned Vampire or something. But of all things, a zombie. A rotten, Dawn of the Dead stereotype, Zombie.

He saw the elder and went to him. "Hey boss, you say you want training help for da' new unit? I was in the middle of an interrogation too." he said In his hissing voice. He grabbed a candy bar from a belt pack, even though he didn't wear pants.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

No longer apart of the Rp.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Oh sorry @KatherinWinter, I forgot about it. I'll add it in but so you know:

Strengths: Speed, nocturnal vision, technological intellect, small size, climbing capability.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter

Name: Cragnut
Age: 45, surprisingly
Species: Gremlin

Not my finest moment, but at least I was on TV!
Bio: Cragnut was created 45 years ago during an incident in a small town outside New York. He was unlike his brethren in two ways: 1. He could have cared less what spike said and 2. He was naturally smarter. When one of the survivors of the incident decided to make a movie on the incident, not as a way to announce the presence of gremlins, at the request of the government, but as entertainment. He found Cragnut, braving the streets and causing hell for gang members. He asked Cragnut to be an actor in the movie as most of the side gremlins. Cragnut, wanting something more to do, agreed, in exchange for money. He used this to learn, and eventually became apart of the BSA on the account of a particular incident. He tried to get the BSA's attention, by switching all the traffic lights in New York be Green. He got what he wanted when they found him, which was to be apart of their organization in exchange for cooperation. He now lives in the facility, doing whatever orders come his way.
Weakness: Direct light hurts, UV light kills. He can still survive the lights of the base, but has to wear shade contacts to see.
Strengths: Speed, nocturnal vision, technological intellect, small size, climbing capability.
Weapon:

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

I see this isn't going well, so for now, by command of the emperor, I declare this incursion...DEAD.

I'm sorry
-Adept William Cornilious

I'll see you, my comrades, again
-Merdem the damned legionary