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Bio

Greetings,

I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.

As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)

So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.

Most Recent Posts

Would a mechanicus be redundant?


I'd agree with BC, an Explorator would be pretty ideal honestly.
Would a mechanicus be redundant?


Not redundant, no, although I will remind that this is the Advanced RP section and the RP rules are to be followed - if that's all good, then a Mechanicus character would probably fit in fine.
Dramatis Personae of the Pride of Praetoria and her crew

1. Edmund H. Livingstone - Rogue Trader, Explorer and Bon Vivant - @Jb

2. Gustave 'Goose' Boucher - Formerly of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds Regiment - @Searat

3. 'Kane' - Former Astartes Battle-Brother - @Hank

4. Isaiah Hussian the III - Naval Officer of the Watch - @Jamesyco

5. Dr. Lazarus Germael - Chief Chirurgeon and First Lieutenant - @ReedeThe23rd

6. Tecca Nina - Astropath Transcedent & Choir Master - @BCTheEntity

7. Roald Cliffbloom - Resident Ratling - @BangoSkank

8. Shas'la T'olku "Monty" Mont'yr - Resident Illegal Alien - @Lady Selune

9. Alma Fang - Woman of Leisure, or Woman of Danger? (Or both) - @Flagg
@Searat That's perfectly fine, feel free to put him in the Character tab.
You guys all joined the last one, so I thought it fair to give you all a head start if you're interested.

@Jamesyco@Bright_Ops@Hank@BangoSkank@Searat@Mortarion@Jarl Coolgruuf

If not, no worries.
This RP is now accepting new characters

Discord Link: discord.gg/GFjaqNa




Summary:


- A jaunt of daring and do within the Warhammer 40,000 universe and setting, the Warp Rift has torn the Milky Way in two and Robbie G is running around with his Nu Marines.

- I would prefer a Homo sapien-centric role-playing experience, mostly for ease of everything; if you do wish to roll with a xenos then please PM or Discord message me.

- All humanoid races will be considered - including Abhumans and the like.

- Character sheets will be accepted based on merit alone, not 'first come first serve'; the more odd/powerful your character, the more exceptional your character sheet will need to be.

- I fully expect, and intend, for characters to evolve over time during this RP. An example might be that someone loses a limb and seeks a bionic replacement, whether they get one will be both up to me as GM and the participants as a whole; character sheets will then be edited to show any changes, as with a TT role-playing game, and just remember that every action will likely have some form of reaction.


In Character Info:


This is the forty-second millennium, and if the Great Crusade was the golden age of Mankind and their space-faring voyage amongst the stars, then the current millennia is most certainly the complete reverse. In this universe, at this time, mankind stands upon the precipice of annihilation from a myriad of enemies both within and without - Xenos raiders, warlords and diplomats each seek to assail or undermine the God-Emperor's decaying and corrupt Imperium in any way that they can, heretics and worshippers of the Ruinous Powers plot the downfall of all that they may well of held dear, and even the Inquisition, those most loyal and incorruptible servants of He on Terra, commit genocides and the death of worlds at the merest whiff of such things.

All across the vast expanse of billions of worlds, held within the slowly dying cradle of the Imperium of Man, uncountable numbers live and cease in a darkness bought about by their own kind; Tyranids strip entire systems of life, Greenskins cleave apart any who stand before them in a tide of blood, and insidious Tau and Eldar follow their own pathways to some unforeseeable ends. Yet it is the Imperium which is its own worst enemy, keeping knowledge and and truth from its citizens, acting as an ever-present threat over their heads and always its agents and executioners there in the shadows.

There are those that transcend above this, men and women, scions of noble houses or individuals of varied extremes, that are gifted a Warrant of Trade by the High Lords and in the name of the Emperor himself. These 'Rogue Traders' set forth to save the Imperium in their own unique ways, to expand the borders of the realm and to carry out the Emperor's will across places yet unknown, gifted with authority almost as high as that of the Inquisition.

Rogue Traders are unique and powerful human individuals who serve as a combination of freelance explorer, conquistador and interstellar merchant for the Imperium of Man. They are hereditary Imperial servants and nobles, given a starship, a crew, and sometimes a contingent of Space Marines (in very rare cases) or troops of the Imperial Guard and carte blanche to roam those worlds of the galaxy that still lie beyond Imperial control or knowledge.

In their task of exploring and exploiting the still-uncharted regions of the galaxy for Mankind, Rogue Traders might come across worlds harbouring long-forgotten human civilisations which will be later incorporated into the Imperium by official Adeptus Mechanicus Explorator fleets and expeditions of the Imperial Navy and Imperial Guard. Other times they find empty or alien-dominated planets ripe for colonisation, conquest or exploitation by the Imperium--and themselves.

Edmund H. Livingstone (the H stands for Hildred) is one such man; possessed of both a Warrant of Trade signed in the God-Emperor's own hand, and coming from a long line of Praetorian explorers and traders, he has been tasked by his family – but more specifically his overbearing father, an already well established dynast – to take both and go and make something of himself in the wider galaxy... or was it 'you are a disgrace to this family, why can you not be more like your brothers?' No, it was probably the former.

Either way, he has established himself in a public house aboard one of the orbiting stations of Bakka and began a recruiting drive (or press-ganging, call it what you will) before he sets sail into the unknown reaches of space beyond the Imperial borders... and beyond where any sane citizen would go.

This is where you come in.

For whatever reason, and those reasons are no doubt your own, you have decided to travel to Bakka (or at least the orbiting space station above it).

Now is the time of a gathering, but space is a very big place indeed - the Milky Way Galaxy but one part of it - and who is to say what lies beyond the fringes of the known? To join a Rogue Trader, one charged with charting and setting off in that very direction, is to gain that knowledge...though whether you survive to share it is another matter entirely.

(This is deliberately short, more-or-less everything you need to know will be gotten to during in-character writing.)


Out of character info:


Welcome, one and all, to the grim darkness of the future where their is only war!

As part of a group, you shall be forming an entourage or retinue of sorts around the Rogue Trader.

Exactly how you are perceived by he and the others of the group will depend on any number of factors - species, armament, religion and more- but no matter what scuffles occur and what friction might develop, all of you are there willingly. That being said, I have no doubt that each and every character will have their own agenda, motives and overall goals in mind, and I would hope for nothing less.

To begin with, as stated above, we will have a short 'gathering of the clans' - basically getting everyone together - on the Bakka station, from there we shall go ahead with a narrative I have prepared and see where it takes us. Your character can begin anywhere on the station, in any state, but we will all be eventually running into one another, most likely in the 40K version of the Mos Eisley Cantina. In this case the 'Red Lion' bar/pub.

I expect everyone will have some knowledge of Warhammer 40K, but for those that might lack a little, I have always found warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Warhammer… to be one of the best places to look. Just make certain that the information has a source, otherwise it is very likely fan made and therefore not canon.


Rules/Standards (Shamelessly copied from Dervish)




Character Sheet


Please post your sheets in a hider in a comment in the OOC tab, NOT the Character tab.

[b]Name:[/b] Your character's name. A pretty obvious one, so enough said.

[b]Age:[/b] Unless you are not human, or a Space Marine, then please use common sense.

[b]Gender:[/b] Male, female or other.

[b]Race:[/b] Humanoid only, and try to keep them plausible.

[b]Appearance:[/b] A [i]written[/i] description of your character's appearance. No pictures. Please include here any [b]weapons[/b] they may have, and any [b]armour or clothing[/b] as well.

[b]Personality:[/b] What kind of person is your character, what are their motivations etc, and how do they interact with others?

[b]History:[/b] A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until their arrival at Bakka. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please.

[b]Skills:[/b] What skills do they possess, how did they come by them, what have they used/been using them for?

[b]Equipment:[/b] What do they bring with them/carry on their person? Be sensible when deciding, as weight and wealth are both an issue.

[b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.


If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.


The Emperor Protects.




The 42nd Millennium bought great pain to the vast majority of the galaxy, the tearing open of the Great Rift wreaking havoc that had not been seen since the all-encompassing warp storms of the Age of Strife, even the resurrection of the Ultramarines Primarch and the reinforcements of the Ultima Founding doing little more than barely holding back and containing the ever-flowing darkness; one misstep and the Imperium would plunge into nothingness, just another failed experiment in the long history of the Milky Way.

Of course, for those that railed against the Imperium and all it stood for, it was not all bad!

Indeed, the Era Indomitus has bought for Huron Blackheart and his legion-sized band of piratical marauders both magnificent highs and some setbacks to go with it - a Blackstone Fortress was gifted to the Tyrant by Abaddon himself, the Maelstrom now lies within the folds of the Rift, allowing unprecedented opportunity and choices for the Corsair warriors and ships, and a prolonged conflict against the White Scars even onto their homeworld of Chogoris had left the clawed fiend fewer in warriors but greater in pride... Perhaps even pride enough to forget about his humbling by Typhus of the Deathguard?

Nevertheless time does not stand still for the Corsairs, in fact it moves at breakneck speed, and the plans of the Tyrant of Badab with it; it is one of these schemes that you now find yourself embroiled, a warrior of a Corsair band under the Champion Kieron Umar - diehard servant of the Tyrant and one of the original Astral Claws - preparing drop and assail a Heretek facility within the Rift.

What you are looking for is not known precisely, but whatever it is, you have a feeling it is only the beginning of a much longer road...






Welcome, welcome!

If you've read the above, then you will know what you're in for here - taking the role of a renegade Astartes in the service of Lufgt Huron and securing for him an item most precious, precious enough that he sent one of his own ex-Astral Claws to lead the attempt.

Thus this is where you start, aboard the Strike Cruiser Witch of the Void orbiting the Dark Mechanicum-held world of Gjardmer, willing (or unwilling) to sacrifice yourself for Chaos, for Blackheart, for glory, or even for yourself.

This roleplay is Astartes-centric, so please make sure you're writing and knowledge is up to the task; if you're a fan of Dembski-Bowden's Night Lord or Black Legion trilogy then I think you will have fun with this RP, personally hoping this can be a prolonged writing project as well as an adventure through the up-to-date 40k universe.

If you have any questions, please, please do ask - too many people do not and then find problems later.






If the sound of this interests you, please fill out this short Character Sheet and post it in the OOC thread!

Name & Titles (if any):

Former Chapter/Warband: Even though you're all superhuman space pirates now, you had to come from somewhere!

Tactical Role: Self-explanatory, are they assault-based, tactical etc. Specialist roles - techmarine, apothecary etc - are welcomed, as they will be needed.

Patron Deity: You need not even believe in Chaos, it's up to you.

Brief Appearance: Quick sketch of your characters bodily looks, feel free to include armour etc if you wish.

Brief History: How your character came to be, and how they came to join the Corsairs - doesn't need to be novel length, although can be if you want.

@BCTheEntity@jbeil@Andreyich

Some time, and the gathering of several civilian women and one Arvus Lighter, later...

Victorine hadn't realised how much she'd dislike standing around in nothing but her under clothing - a sleeveless top and pair of loose trousers in the colours of her priory - but is dawned on her as she watched the three not-quite-large-enough figures seemingly discussing with one another; she may not be an Astartes, but her armour was nevertheless much like a second skin to her, with or without the gift of a black carapace and numerous augementations.

"Right," she said after a couple of moments, one hand running absent-mindedly over the hilt of her powersword, the other over the bolt pistol she would not be drawing unless absolutely necessary, "this is to be as quiet as possible, assume anyone not bound to be an enemy - should they not be, well, I daresay the God-Emperor shall know his own. We'll be landing on the roof of the palace, here... " she pointed to a marking on a piece of rough paper given to her in haste by the same stuffy Guardsman, "a rooftop entranceway and staircase lead to the armoury and barracks, both of which I assume will be thoroughly ransacked, and from there through to the living quarters and, eventually, to the Governors personal chambers." She gave everyone a quick glance, all seeming as eager as herself to get moving, "we shall take the Governor alive if we can, if this is impossible," she gave a small barely perceptible shrug in the shadows of the evening and gestured to the Lighter concealed behind a towering hab-block building close at hand, "let us get to it, ave Imperator."




The Sister-Celestian watched patiently as the Lighter began it's descent toward the quite expansive rooftop of the Governors Palace, the air blowing her neatly cut hair as she stood easily at the open doorway to the flying vehicles cargo hold, the structure getting closer and closer - the simple vehicle doing well to keep its squat bulk from impacting with any of the many gargoyles, statues of religious importance, or spikes dotting the roof.

"I'm afraid you're going to need to jump!" Crackled the pilots voice over the comm-vox, "we'll see you when you call us, best of luck, and Emperor protect you."

Victorine prepared herself and jumped the last couple of feet, crumpling her legs up under her and rolling to a crouch, waiting for the remainder of her compatriots before moving with as much caution as she could toward the doorway marked on the page.

"Epsilon 25... 79-12-15... Gamma Gamma..."

She muttered to herself until the code-pad flashed a delightful green, pressing against the heavy access door until it gave way and swung open without a sound, the top of a stairway just visible.

"Stack up on me, Lisbeth take point, there'll likely be sentries posted near the armoury. Prepare your minds, prepare your weapons. Blessed are those without doubt, and we are truly His servants and his judgement."

The Celestian motioned for Lisbeth to take the fore, judging that she would be the most useful there due to her youth and size, "take us in, Sister."
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