Kingfisher

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

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Not for me ;-; won't even load

@Wade Wilson

Ah right :/ just focus on the writing stuff then for now.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

I'm starting my CS now, boss. (Will have to do the pics later since Facebook is under maintenance.)

@Wade Wilson

Rodger, Rodger. FB has just gone back up BTW, at least on my phone.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

@DJAtomika Thanks for your patience. The response is now up.

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Brunkas watched the two dead men speeding around in their van, toying with some of the newer hunters, who were naive enough to go charging blindly into a blatant trap. The great beast rolled his huge yellow eyes, blowing hot air out of his muzzle.

The scent of necrotic flesh was thick in the night air, souring his nose and mouth. Those who dined on the dead were considered less than mongrels amongst Hunter society, but Brunkas had no intention of getting their sickly bodies anywhere near his mouth.

Christakas and Dirakas slunk into place besides him, stooping down beneath his feral majesty.

“These zombies must be tiring of their second lives.” Dirakas cackled, his golden fur glowing in the moonlight and his eyes fell upon the van.

“Brothers,” Brunkas boomed “reacquaint them with death.”

The two hunters roared from the pit of their stomachs, before leaping off of the squat building upon which they had stood, thundering down into the grimy streets bellow. The twins tore off after the Lost Boys, giddy with bloodlust as they closed in on the battered carcass of the van.

“Degenerates…” Brunkas mumbled. He did not expect them to last long, but they would bide him the time he needed.

The great beast slipped quietly off of the rooftop, keeping to the shadows. He heaved a rusty storm drain open, wincing as the foul stench of ripe sewage came wafting up into his nostrils. Grunting slightly, the werewolf vaulted down into the tunnel below, landing in a river of thick sludge with a pronounced splash. His fur was damp with waste, all manner of filth leeched from the tunnel celling in mucky spikes, and rodents scattered about in the darkness.

Slinking forwards, Brunkas padded quietly through the tide of muck, softening his footsteps with shadow-like grace, until he found himself under the storm drain which was positioned right beneath the Lost Boys. He grinned to himself, rows of sharp teeth glistening in the grim darkness of the sewage tunnel.

Once the twins struck, he would burst out from beneath the wretched zombies, and tear them asunder.

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

@Kingfisher Besties.

@Pripovednik

Totes my goats.

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

@Kingfisher Thanks for the like bro! Ever so cute of you. Here, have one back!

@Pripovednik

Iz a'Ryote, mate.

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

@KingfisherYour love of obese women is noted by the Prince of Excess! :P

@Apollo26Only just started, so you're in luck, my friend.

@Jbcool

Fat girls need loving toooooo!

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

I caved and went with Slaanesh instead. Forgive me father, for I have sinned!

We will serve you, and in return grant us the power of the dark gods.

Name: Draelineth Luxnassus

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Human

Religion: Slaanesh

Appearance: A pale skinned, obese young woman; Draelineth is immensely chunky and overweight. She has slender violet-reddish eyes, lost in the chubby mass of her cheeks, and a prominent double-chin.  She has a huge bulge of a stomach, and every ounce of her flabby body is padded with fat. Unkempt waves of messy brown tangles are draped over her broad shoulders, and her nails are finely manicured.

Personality: Draelineth has a wryly, flirtatious personality, possessing an element of sensual charm and well-spoken charisma. Like all servants of She Who Thirsts, the young woman frequently indulges in her most base urges and desires. A considerable glutton, Draelineth relishes in gorging on food, but also draws pleasure from dominative sex and lording over others.

History: Draelineth grew up in the upper-echelons of a hive world, as the daughter of two rich and prosperous tailors. She was brought up by devout evangelical parents, but her rebellious nature often put her at odds with them, and made her grow to despise the Emperor and his followers, albeit secretly.

No longer wanting to tolerate their daughter, Draelineth’s parents shipped her off to a strict yet privilege boarding school, ran under the supervision of the Imperial Cult. Throughout the early years of teenagehood, Draelineth grew to detest the God-Emperor and his followers to an even greater extent, and being surrounded by constant reminders of his presence did little to placate her hatred.

Her loathing eventually led her into the path of one of her home’s most prominent and terrible secret societies; The Fervid Abyss, zealous followers of the Prince of Pleasure. The anti-Chaos propaganda which had been ever-present during her upbringing did little to deter Draelineth from the Abyss’ lustful embrace, and the young woman was soon sucked into a dark underworld of excess and gluttony unlike anything she had ever experience.

Her cosy and sheltered upper-class life was whisked away in the stead of a dangerous one of drugs, gorging, and sex, and Draelineth relished her new daredevil existence. She grew to an immense size, and her indulgences pleased the Perfect Prince.

After two years as a member of the Fervid Abyss, Draelineth has turned her gaze to the stars beyond her hive world, and has set out to spread the word of Slaanesh across the systems.

Skills: Draelineth has been blessed with occasional bursts of furious daemonic speed, which can be extremely useful in combat when doubled with her gigantic size and weight. She is a skilled marksman, and has been training with guns since her earliest days.

Equipment: Casual attire- for blending in whilst in Imperial territory.

Slaneeshi Garments-Draelineth’s scant, form-fitting clothes of worship.

Lasgun- A high-quality laser carbine, paid for by her estranged parents once upon a time.

Miscellaneous: None

Welcome to Santa Somabra [Fantasy Noir]

Ughhhh, I really wanna join this RP, but I don't like being late to things. And I probably don't have the brain capacity. ,_,

@Wade Wilson

PM me what you had in mind and I'll weave something into the story to get you going.

"It's inside of us all..." - WH40K Chaos-based/Black Crusade RP

I'm game. I'll most likely be reppin ol' Uncle Nurgle.