@Jbcool i just realized that Persephone doesn't have a right sleeve on her flak armor because she lost her arm to an Ork prior to the end of the WAGH. would that result to a reprimand?
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@POOHEAD189 didn't know it was your birthday. happy birthday, poo. :D
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imagine a school RP but it's an actual school where you and your character needs to learn things or fail the next big test. nothing big, nothing cheesy. just good ol' boring school
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WE ARE BACK ONLINE, PEOPLE. THE SACRIFICES TO MAHZ WORKED
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a reality where dogs still love us but they can tell us about it by verbalizing it
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Hi! I’m Mac!
…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
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/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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…or Dmitri… or Die… or Slick… or Clover… or Trace…
…Obviously, none of these is my real name, (and by now you might have an inkling of an idea as to which fandom I came from before) so I don’t really mind being called using any of the names aforementioned above or by my character’s name when we talk in OOC. However, don’t mistake me or my character as the same entity. As I’ve said before “IC =/= OOC”
IRL, I am a 21 year old attending college as a 4th year an extendee Bachelor of Arts and Communication Student. I major in Speech Communication and minor in Broadcasting (journalism). Oh and I’m not a native English speaker so I might not catch some references, idioms, or metaphors. I will most likely ask you OOC for clarifications on some things because I sometimes misunderstand definitions despite being supposedly fluent in English.
Anyway, I’d like to think that I’m a fairly carefree person. It means that I’ll let us get away with doing a lot of shit (we’ll probably do a lot of crazy shit tbh), and my friends say that I’m pretty friendly too so I guess we can take their word for it. But, as all humans are bound to be, I do have my limits. With that, I wouldn’t say “tread lightly” with me. But I will say “let’s be decent” at least. Soo... Let’s just see where it goes, yeah?
Okay. Now for credibility.
I have been roleplaying on and off for... 5 or 6-ish years now. I used to roleplay in tumblr(dot)com for a couple of years before stopping for half a year, and then it became an on and off thing that ended up with me missing out on a lot of things IC and IRL. It became a nuisance and a source of frustration for me since I couldn’t keep up with my character’s life and my own life so I had to stop. I just didn’t have enough time to play as my characters (plural) on a regular basis while also balancing my social and college life so I had to stop doing it , kinda. So here I am, trying to get back at the swing of things since I would like to believe that I generally have my shit together now.
If you want to contact me, feel free to tag me in posts or send me a PM for more personal matters. But if you want to contact me regularly I suggest that you ask for my Discord account in private because I’m most often online there than here. Just don’t forget to introduce yourself and where we met though, okay?
So...... There we go. I felt like I’ve wanted to add something but I’m not quite sure what it was so let’s just awkwardly end this introduction here. I hope you have fun. Before you go, have my uwu face:
／ﾌﾌ ム｀ヽ
/ ノ) ∧__∧ ） ヽ
/ ｜\ \ (✿uwu ) ノ⌒(ゝ.\
/ ﾉ⌒7⌒ヽーく＼ ／
丶＿ ノ ✩ ノ､ ✩ |/
`ヽ `ー-‘_人`ーﾉ
丶￣ _人’彡ﾉ
／｀ヽ _/十\
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\ \ 丶 | /
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@NecroKnight what does ward spiritual liege mean?
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if you think about it, almost everything is heresy. me saying this could get me accused of heresy. people listening to me say this can be accused of heresy. 8)
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A female Guardsman comes from one of the encampments and made a small threat that sounded reasonable. The enraged (what seemed like a) Frateris Militia man, however, didn't seem to handle the comment too lightly. They would like to a assume that the man was simply too inebriated to think of his actions but something he felt... off. At least, Persephone assumed that he was just someone looking for a crowd.
However, the large man was pacing towards the woman, telling her what sounds like a death threat. "Won't... won't she die if they took off that implant?" she shudders to herself at the thought of having her eye gouged out and before she and her companions realized it, had pulled out the Hija, brandishing it. This was definitely not good. The group wasn't sure if this was a custom in other planets but they were also not sure if this was a gesture condoned in other cultures since they never saw this being allowed during their time with the other Guardsmen regiments. Taiel at least confirmed that it was indeed grounds for an execution, but said that he was "not sure if us Guards can pull it off without getting the Emperor's peace ourselves." Persephone hissed a muffled expletive and crouched closer towards the location where they could take the man from behind. At least one of the Abhumans nearby would be able to see her do the act, or the Guardsman nearby. However, before she could do anything that could have damaged her reputation and further endanger her health, a shot rung. She impulsively fell to the ground and placed her hand to her head to avoid being shot. She crawled to a side where there were some bushes to hide her and tried reaching out for something on her back.
But her long-las isn't there. "Shit," she thought as the realization dawned on her. She has to ask about that later. Maybe after that rather intimidating woman finishes her spiel. Wait, it's an officer! With a sigh of relief she sheathes her Hija and headed out of the bushes. The same goes for the other two men who were also hiding earlier as extra pairs of hands if things went awry. Without needing to, the three made an acquila as a sign of respect, before lowering their heads and slinking away again when they were dismissed.
When Persephone was on her way back to their encampment, it was only then that she realized that she dropped the mug of alcohol that she was carrying earlier. Since everything happened so fast, she could not remember where she placed it or dropped it. Cursing under her breath again, she heads back, wholly intending to take the main path this time, and tries to look around for it just to avoid getting into trouble.
However, the large man was pacing towards the woman, telling her what sounds like a death threat. "Won't... won't she die if they took off that implant?" she shudders to herself at the thought of having her eye gouged out and before she and her companions realized it, had pulled out the Hija, brandishing it. This was definitely not good. The group wasn't sure if this was a custom in other planets but they were also not sure if this was a gesture condoned in other cultures since they never saw this being allowed during their time with the other Guardsmen regiments. Taiel at least confirmed that it was indeed grounds for an execution, but said that he was "not sure if us Guards can pull it off without getting the Emperor's peace ourselves." Persephone hissed a muffled expletive and crouched closer towards the location where they could take the man from behind. At least one of the Abhumans nearby would be able to see her do the act, or the Guardsman nearby. However, before she could do anything that could have damaged her reputation and further endanger her health, a shot rung. She impulsively fell to the ground and placed her hand to her head to avoid being shot. She crawled to a side where there were some bushes to hide her and tried reaching out for something on her back.
But her long-las isn't there. "Shit," she thought as the realization dawned on her. She has to ask about that later. Maybe after that rather intimidating woman finishes her spiel. Wait, it's an officer! With a sigh of relief she sheathes her Hija and headed out of the bushes. The same goes for the other two men who were also hiding earlier as extra pairs of hands if things went awry. Without needing to, the three made an acquila as a sign of respect, before lowering their heads and slinking away again when they were dismissed.
When Persephone was on her way back to their encampment, it was only then that she realized that she dropped the mug of alcohol that she was carrying earlier. Since everything happened so fast, she could not remember where she placed it or dropped it. Cursing under her breath again, she heads back, wholly intending to take the main path this time, and tries to look around for it just to avoid getting into trouble.
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oh man. i asked a friend that's more familiar with 40k lore and he told me that a (junior) commisar has the right to just shoot John in the head for being disrespectful.
tl;dr: dis gon b gud.
tl;dr: dis gon b gud.
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yeah. hehe. sorry about that. :P
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rult pointed out that using they and them can get confusing so i'm going to change their pronouns but not much should change.
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A strong skin stinging light touches Persephone’s now darkened skin. Their sun glares down on them as they continue to gather some of the plants that was said to be required in order to fulfill their quota. However, familiar clicking sounds were heard surrounding her. She tried to ignore it in hopes that it was stalking something else that is not her . She continued gathering for the next minute till she heard a familiar choked snarl on her side. Her small body flinches and they fall to her side as a familiar voice bellows them to come to them. It was her father. She was in their oasis again. Persephone felt like she had been here before but could not place it. She only knew that she should run.
Run…
…r un…
…r u n…
Alas she seemed to remain in place.
A mysterious sense of dread came over her. Persephone felt like she was expecting something loud, shots? Ah yes. There’s her father’s shouts telling her to get back, then the dragging, more shots, then wet sounds of flesh being torn with accompanied by her father’s screams of pain. Her eyes never saw what happened but she didn’t need to see to know. Besides, she could barely see the ground that she were running on. It also meant that she never saw another Draglik come in from her right, tackling her to the ground and everything goes black…
She rouses from her slumber by lurching forward and panting erratically while, covered in cold sweat. Pain suddenly came from her shoulder and she clutched the area but she did not feel flesh. It was hard and metallic. She looked to her side and her face darkens when she realized that it was no longer her arm. The sounds of pained Guardsmen and the distant sounds of war outside made her realize that she was indeed in the infirmary. Now her mind races back to previous events and she realized that she lost it when she made a foolhardy attempt to battle an Ork in melee combat. It was definitely a stupid move, but what’s done is done. However, it still took her a while to acknowledge that she had lost their arm, and the pain on her face also told her that she definitely almost lost an eye too… or her life. Another flash of pain hits her and she clutched the location where flesh meets metal. The fairly disabled Guardsman curls into a fetal position where she eventually fell into another deep sleep.
It had been a few days, maybe. It’s hard to tell when one keeps fading in and out of lucidity. Persephone was handed a triple skull medal and multiple alcohol rations, before being told that they had won. She was also told that some of her mates survived and are outside somewhere getting drunk. It was one of the best news that she received ever since she woke up regardless of how fairly bittersweet it is. The medics had also finally calibrated the arm enough to make her feel minimal discomfort. Thankfully it just feels odd now than anything. With that, Persephone gets kicked out discharged from the infirmary since she was able function without much aid (and they didn’t mind this at all). Stagnation can be mind-numbing too, anyway, despite how welcomed it may be at times.
Clutching on to her rations, she excitedly headed towards the dim lighting that was supposed to be where the ‘party’ is in. Needless to say, she immediately surrendered one alcohol ration card and hungrily consumed their first drink, bottoms up. It tasted like piss but the kick was great. When she finally decided to regard her surroundings she realized that there were people and one of those cat people kicking what seemed like an Ork... head? A fire spit with an Orky dog, and something else that was being crowded around on in the farther corners of the camp. Maybe it was someone flashing their breasts? She couldn’t miss that. She gulped down the drink that she was holding and got another to (slightly wobbly) carry towards the small converging crowd. She realized that two of the Wisps, Marco and Taiel, was part of the crowd as they neared it and she didn’t hear any cheerful sounds. What hits her instead is what sounded like an enraged guttural scream, and the shadow of a large looming creature. She instinctively held on to their Hija’s hilt and circled the location to avoid detection. Taiel notices Persephone trying to silently stalk the location and gestured to them that it was unnecessary. Persephone tried to relax and cautiously walked towards her mates to see those goat-men being aggravated by what looked like a man angrily, but smugly, snarling at the abhuman. The Wisps looked at each other, all wondering whether or not this will end well for their party.
Run…
…r un…
…r u n…
Alas she seemed to remain in place.
A mysterious sense of dread came over her. Persephone felt like she was expecting something loud, shots? Ah yes. There’s her father’s shouts telling her to get back, then the dragging, more shots, then wet sounds of flesh being torn with accompanied by her father’s screams of pain. Her eyes never saw what happened but she didn’t need to see to know. Besides, she could barely see the ground that she were running on. It also meant that she never saw another Draglik come in from her right, tackling her to the ground and everything goes black…
She rouses from her slumber by lurching forward and panting erratically while, covered in cold sweat. Pain suddenly came from her shoulder and she clutched the area but she did not feel flesh. It was hard and metallic. She looked to her side and her face darkens when she realized that it was no longer her arm. The sounds of pained Guardsmen and the distant sounds of war outside made her realize that she was indeed in the infirmary. Now her mind races back to previous events and she realized that she lost it when she made a foolhardy attempt to battle an Ork in melee combat. It was definitely a stupid move, but what’s done is done. However, it still took her a while to acknowledge that she had lost their arm, and the pain on her face also told her that she definitely almost lost an eye too… or her life. Another flash of pain hits her and she clutched the location where flesh meets metal. The fairly disabled Guardsman curls into a fetal position where she eventually fell into another deep sleep.
It had been a few days, maybe. It’s hard to tell when one keeps fading in and out of lucidity. Persephone was handed a triple skull medal and multiple alcohol rations, before being told that they had won. She was also told that some of her mates survived and are outside somewhere getting drunk. It was one of the best news that she received ever since she woke up regardless of how fairly bittersweet it is. The medics had also finally calibrated the arm enough to make her feel minimal discomfort. Thankfully it just feels odd now than anything. With that, Persephone gets kicked out discharged from the infirmary since she was able function without much aid (and they didn’t mind this at all). Stagnation can be mind-numbing too, anyway, despite how welcomed it may be at times.
Clutching on to her rations, she excitedly headed towards the dim lighting that was supposed to be where the ‘party’ is in. Needless to say, she immediately surrendered one alcohol ration card and hungrily consumed their first drink, bottoms up. It tasted like piss but the kick was great. When she finally decided to regard her surroundings she realized that there were people and one of those cat people kicking what seemed like an Ork... head? A fire spit with an Orky dog, and something else that was being crowded around on in the farther corners of the camp. Maybe it was someone flashing their breasts? She couldn’t miss that. She gulped down the drink that she was holding and got another to (slightly wobbly) carry towards the small converging crowd. She realized that two of the Wisps, Marco and Taiel, was part of the crowd as they neared it and she didn’t hear any cheerful sounds. What hits her instead is what sounded like an enraged guttural scream, and the shadow of a large looming creature. She instinctively held on to their Hija’s hilt and circled the location to avoid detection. Taiel notices Persephone trying to silently stalk the location and gestured to them that it was unnecessary. Persephone tried to relax and cautiously walked towards her mates to see those goat-men being aggravated by what looked like a man angrily, but smugly, snarling at the abhuman. The Wisps looked at each other, all wondering whether or not this will end well for their party.
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HAH! finally finished my first IC! going to post it now. :)
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