DJAtomika

Bastion: The Last Tank Crew

Soon.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

As the shuttle drew ever closer to the Adran VII landing bay, Kyntus adjusted her posture in her boots. Nervousness like this was uncharacteristic of her, especially since she bore the sigils, armour and weapons of the Adeptus Arbites, one of the most fearless forms of the Emperor's justice in the galaxy. But it had only been days, no weeks since she'd been given the news that she had been handpicked to be part of an Inquisitor's retinue. An Inquisitor of the Malleus, no less. The thrill was present in her mind, but it was overridden by anxiety. How had she been picked? Why her? And with her mastiff, no less. Somehow the Inquisition had seen it fit that both her and her cyber-mastiff were worthy to be part of this retinue. Speaking of the pooch, Patches had to be shut down for the trip. Organic dogs didn't take well to warp travel, especially with how far the Hive world was from their destination.

The arbitrator sighed and adjusted her armour one last time. Her Arbites livery, mostly undamaged, bore several scars and marks of her time spent orchestrating the Emperor's justice in her homeworld. But no matter how much she and her team worked, crime always persisted, sometimes triumphed against what she knew was right and true. A sad truth, one that made her tighten her grip on her power maul's hilt. Kyntus cleared her head of thought as the servitor announced their arrival, shortly followed by the thump of the shuttle's landing gear hitting plas-steel. With a stretch of her shoulders, Kyntus stood and adjusted her armour for the last time. With her weapons stowed, she reached behind her mastiff's armour-plated head and tapped a control switch that reenabled its motor functions.

One bark later and she was out of the shuttle. Her dog at her heel, she strode forward, past the throng of personnel within the landing area and down towards the coordinates she'd been given. A few minutes walk and she approached what she assumed was the motley crew that made up the retinue. One of the men, of the Imperial Guard by the looks of it, gave a crisp, neat salute to another pair of men. As she emerged from the elevator, she strode forward and presented arms; her maul clipped neatly to her belt, hand snapped to a salute, shotgun with its stock to the floor and her mastiff at her leg, seated on its haunches.

"Arbites Cyber-Mastiff Handler Kyntus Arvele and mastiff, reporting for duty, sirs."

Bastion: The Last Tank Crew

So which combat roles aren't taken? I'll take Gunner and whichever's left.

Bastion: The Last Tank Crew

I want to reserve the roles of Gunner and Demolitions.

The Last Tank Crew (Dystopian, Military, Action, Survival)

Interest here.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Still writing. Lost my post so I'm rewriting.

Baybridge: Halcyon Days [Superpowers/Semi-Sandbox]

Huh, so it did.

Hmm.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Kyntus Arvele

Name: Kyntus "Kyn" Arvele

Gender: Female

Role/Archetype: Warrior - Arbitrator, Cyber-Mastiff Handler

Personal Demeanour: Kyntus is an arbitrator, and the Adeptus Arbiter train only the fiercest and most impartial judges in the Imperium of Man. She is no exception. Headstrong, intelligent and thorough, Kyn sets an example amongst her colleagues for what an Arbitrator is supposed to stand for. Her head lies firmly entrenched in what the Imperium believes is justice, though her heart often says otherwise.

What she personally believes in is that everyone deserves a fair trial, whether others like it or not. This puts her at odds with most other Arbitrators, whose training is to always assume guilty until proven innocent (and even then). This, coupled with the fact that the Arbites are trained from the moment of their induction to always punish every crime, sets her mind apart from other Arbitrators. Of course, this being the Imperium of Man, the will of the Imperium comes first.

Kyn's mindset when it comes to a case is to look at it from afar, putting together the big picture using all the small clues and pieces of info she and her team have gained over the course of an investigation. As such, she's rather analytical and blunt when it comes to stating facts. This, coupled with her propensity for learning and knowledge, gives Kyn a keen eye for information.

Speciality: Tracking and capturing suspects.

Rank: Acolyte

Description: Kyntus stands six feet and two inches tall, rather strapping for a woman her age. Her physique is that of a well-trained, well built Arbitrator ready for battle. With a square and slightly crooked nose, dark brown eyes and a close-cropped military hairdo, without her helmet on Kyntus is a prime example of the Imperium's standards for female grooming. Her armour livery is that of the Adeptus Arbites, plain and simple with the colours to match.

History: Hailing from Necromunda's Quinspirus Cluster, Kyntus got a start early on in life, as the daughter of a pair of Imperial scholars. A big spat of gang violence near her home left her family, and several others, dead, and Kyntus as an orphan. As a result of her parents' faithful work towards the Imperium of Man, she was picked up quickly by the Schola Progenium and sent to a school off-world, where she learned and trained herself into a strong, independent young woman who quickly proved her physical worth, both on the track and in beating off those who tried to bully or pick on her. This was when the Arbites first picked up on her worth.

Upon finishing her time in the Progenium, the Arbites were quick to pick her up on her return to Necromunda. She was quickly sworn into the service of the Imperium and put on patrol with fellow newbie troopers looking to earn their keep in thrones. Fast forward a few years, multiple violent confrontations, arrests and missions later, and Kyntus earned her Arbitrator armour and liveries. It was then that she was assigned to serve justice in a particular district, one in which she found her soon-to-be canine companion, a weakened dog on the side of the road. The bloodhound was lost, starved, but it led her on a winding trail that ended up in a warehouse being used by would-be cultists. Their sentence? Immediate execution.

Her quick thinking with the hound led to one of her fellow Arbitrators suggesting that she keep the pooch, perhaps having it nursed back to health and augmented as a cyber-mastiff. The idea was something she readily agreed with, and she branched out into the handling of these cybernetic canine companions. Soon the bloodhound she'd rescued, nicknamed Patches because of the myriad brown splotches on its fur and the patches of cybernetics enhancing its body, became her steady companion and has been to this day.

Equipment and Armament:

• Vox Legi-Pattern Arbites Combat Shotgun
• Ius Automatic Pistol
• Agni Pattern Power Maul
• Subrique "Bloodhound" Cyber-Mastiff - This pooch, nicknamed Patches by her handler, is Kyn's go-to sniffer dog and tracker. Enhanced with biomechanical augments and implants (not a fully mechanical canine), Patches has accounted for many of Kyntus' arrests.

Miscellaneous: -

DJatomika vs LeeRoy

"Nice form. Mind if I swing a few?"

The wolf strode out from behind the batting cage, his own silver bat in his hand. He'd been there a while, silently watching the superhuman swing some home runs. The high pitched pings as balls met bat was music to his ears, a reminder of a home that he couldn't go back to. He swung his bat around a few times before entering the cage. He strode over to the one, untouched ball on the floor and picked it up, tossing it in the air a few times to get a feel for the weight of the ball.

"Shit...it's been too long since I've held one of these."

With a flick of his wrist, Daniel lobbed the ball into the air. He gripped his bat tightly with both hands, reared back, and as the ball fell in front of him, he swung. The act of hitting the ball caused the rubes engraved on the side of his bat to activate, empowering the bat with ice magic. The ball froze on contact with the bat and it flew straight for the fence, where it shattered into countless shards of ice. He rubbed the back of his head rather sheepishly and chuckled.

"Whoops. Forgot that happens. Uh...got any more baseballs?"

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Writing sheet here too.