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Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Thanks! I can't wait to start shooting things!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Brick Shithouse

"Caroline Adalard, Retributor, order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr."

Name: Caroline Adalard

Gender: Female

Role/Order: Retributor, order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr.

"The heretics will know my fury."

Personal Demeanour: Caroline is an angry person, putting it simply. From the way she growls her words to how every step she takes seems like it was intended to crush a skull into dust, Caroline makes it know that she is a threat. She maintains this intimidating aura not wanting to show any signs of weakness, the weak cannot carry out the God Emperors wishes without strength, this belief leads her to be very competitive when it comes to proving ones strength. She is also very snide and sarcastic at the best of times always ready to insult someone if the opportunity presents itself. Despite her rough exterior there are scraps of humor hanging about, not to mention Caroline's fierce loyalty.

Caroline is supremely loyal to the God Emperor and will ruthlessly slaughter any who oppose his will or abandon the righteous path. She struggles to contain her hatred for heretics often indirectly stomping over their corpses making sure to distort what little remains of their filthy flesh.

"I am a brutal instrument of the God Emperor's will.

Speciality: Caroline's primary focus is to mow down any and all enemies of the imperium with the largest gun she can get her hands on. This is usually in the form of a heavy bolter which she wields with impressive skill. Aside from serving up enough lead to dismantle a building, Caroline is also very skilled with hand to hand combat, namely things like grapples and pins.

"A rank I earned through victory."

Rank: Retributor.

"I made myself strong for the Emperor."

Description: Caroline is a large individual standing at 2.25 meters or 7'5 and weighing 180kgs or 396.8lbs. She takes immense pride in her body, making sure to exercises and keep it in pristine condition. Her weight can be attributed to her muscle mass, and boy is there a lot of muscle mass. Her arms are like tree trunks and her abs look like they are carved from stone. Aside from the muscle Caroline is actually rather voluptuous having a shapely form despite her toned musculature. Her face is also something you wouldn't expect to be paired with a large imposing person such as herself, being rather beautiful with its soft slim cheeks, deep amber eyes and a nicely shaped chin. The only impurity on her face is a massive scar on he right cheek that runs from above her right ear to the right corner of her mouth. Lush black hair that runs down the back of her neck ending just before it reaches her shoulders. But she wears a bucket on her head all the time so you can't see her face anyway.

Caroline lumbers around in a large power suit and helmet that are the typical colour of her order. These colours being black and gold. Almost everywhere, the breastplate, the shoulder plates, greaves, boots, gauntlets everything. There are some silver trims on top of the greaves and the shoulder plates, the only other place silver can be found is on her helmet in the form of a plate covers the top half of the helmet excluding the left and right sides of the head. The rest of her helmet is black.

"My history is none of your concern."

History: Like all adopted into the Schola Progenium Caroline was orphaned at a young age after her lone farther passed away in the service of the guardsman, she was the tender age of three when all this happened and still to this day remembers nothing of life before the Schola. Even when she was young she showed a great deal of enthusiasm for fighting in the name of the Emperor, and wished to become as strong as she could as to not disappoint him. Her nearly unmatched drive and almost constant physical training saw her quickly molded into a worrier who's strength was only matched by her will and bad temper.

She took to the teachings of the Adepta Sororitas like a moth to a flame, spending almost every waking moment praying, training or learning. She had great respect for her superiors knowing them to be such great warriors, she aspired to be like them, brutal instruments of war who serve the Emperor and are now training others to do the same. This admiration combined with her determination led her to perform exceptionally in most of her studies and training. Caroline served as a Sister of battle for many years sharing many victories with her sisters in arms, but victory did not come without sacrifice. Caroline had witnessed many of her sisters fall before she eventually earned the rank of Retributor.

Blood in the Water

--- Blood in the Water ---

The air was thick with the smell of waste as Caroline and her squad trudged through the narrow sewer tunnels. There was a large group of cultists set up in this putrid place. *fitting*, Caroline thought to herself as she pressed forward, knee deep in muck. Caroline held her bolt pistol tight, her trigger finger itching. The cultists were close, she could feel it. The narrow passage opened up into a large junction, many tunnels leading in every direction. "Hold. This isn't right." Said Caroline's commanding officer as looked around then gritted her teeth "Get ready for an ambush!" She cried, and not a moment too soon. Cultists started flooding into the tunnels that surrounded the sisters, lasgun shots already filling the air. The sisters quickly darted to what little cover they could find mowing down the cultist in droves.

The bodies kept piling up, wave after wave of cultists being torn apart by the sisters superior training and firepower. But there number was endless, no matter how many heretics were put down more just replaced them. Now both sides had suffered casualties, the blood of Caroline's sisters mixed with the vile sewage. "This isn't a favorable location, we're pulling back!" barked the palatine signaling the remaining sisters to fall back. They had lot 3 of their 20 members, they didn't anticipate such a large group of heretics were hold up down here. But the Thrice-Pierced Martyr would not give up that easily. They were lead back down the path they came, it being the only one that wasn't infested with heretics. They ran as fast as they could passing offshoots that lead to some other place in this disgusting maze. Suddenly a massive hellblade erupted from one of the offshoots impaling the palatine's leg before dragging her off into the darkness.

Without words the sisters of battle charged after the bloodletter and their palatine, determined to save her and vanquish the foul daemon. All they could see was the occasional flash of a bolter shot lighting the tunnel, showing glimpses of the monster that was dragging the palatien to her doom. Then the shots stopped, it was obvious they were too late but they followed the trail anyway, they were going to avenge their sister. When they got to where the bloodletter had taken the palatien the found out there was a whole pack of bloodletters. Five of them, all with eyes that burned like coals. Both parties charged charged one another, Caroline wasn't the closest to the bloodletters and she probably wouldn't still be alive if she was. The fist impact saw another three sisters felled, cleaved in two by the savage daemons.

The battle was brutal, sisters being killed alarmingly quickly. After the party managed to dispatch two of the five bloodletters, they had already been reduced to ten warriors. Things were not looking good. The cramped space made it near impossible to avoid the massive reach of the bloodletters swords, after another two sisters died Caroline found herself at the end of a bloodletters blade. The daemon swung at her it's weapon burning with its limitless rage, Caroline evaded the swing and watched the hellblade get stuck into the wall. Now was her chance, she charged forward and tackled the bloodletter to the ground, she drew her knife aiming to remove the bloodletters throat and anything else she could. But as she plunged the knife into the daemons neck it sent a clawed hand running down her right cheek. This blow threw her from the beast, she looked at it dead in the eyes and watched it pull itself off the floor using the sword that was stuck in the wall. It's head then exploded and she saw her remaining sisters standing over the other creatures corpse. Out of all the sisters, only six remained.

Unfortunately for the remaining cultists, that was six more than they could handle. With a fury fulled by the passing of their comrades, Caroline and the other five sisters decimated the remaining cultists, turning the water red and painting the walls crimson. None survived. Caroline watched the city burn as medics treated the giant gash on her face. They said she was lucky, that if that attack was at a slightly different angle that daemon would have taken her jaw clean off. She didn't care about that, pain was for the weak.

"I deliver the Emperor's wrath."

Equipment and Armament:

• Godwyn Pattern Heavy Bolter.
• Adepta Sororitas Power Armour (including a helmet).
• Combat Knife.
• 2 Fragmentation grenade.
• 1 Melta bomb

Miscellaneous: N/A

Friendly Neighborhood Heroes! (Reboot)

Nick

Name: Nicholas Baldwin-Sloan

Alias: Hard Coat

Gender: Male

Age(18-22 Please): 20

Looks: Nick is nothing special on first clance, the only major thing standing out being his lack of facial grooming. He's decently tall standing at 5'11-6' and weighing 159lbs. He isn't muscular or even lean, but there is some visible muscle when he flexes but that is it. His feet and hands are above average size and we all know what they say about big feet. His hair is a dirty blond much to his dismay as it used to be a bright golden blonde, however he's revived compliments on his deep blue eyes much to his embarrassment.

The boi

As for his costume he just dresses up like the 10th doctor from doctor who. Albeit he adds a gas mask and a top hat. He's put Velcro straps under the hat to make sure it doesn't fly off his head at any point.

The suit

the mask

The hat

Occupation: Works at a bar on the beach.

Personality: Nick is a big joker, always looking to make people smile with a joke. This isn't to say he's incapable of being serious, it's quite the contrary. Nick is a great listener, always up for helping people with their problems. He is generally a nice guy who tries to make sure everyone else is feeling their best, sometimes this makes him feel a little worse but that's how things go. Sometimes he will be selfish and do something that makes others feel bad, but he only does this when he himself feels awful himself and the other party is relatively unaffected until his choice is made. He can get surprisingly dark, but this side of him isn't often show. Mostly because being that serious and morbid doesn't make people happy. He keeps his emotional problems to himself mostly and that's how he prefers it.

Backstory: Nick used to live in Australia until recently when he decided to move over to the US, even he was surprised by his decision. He got to take his little dog called Sindy. He managed to find a good place to settle down in long beach, well that was until the grim made itself more and more evident. He did have friends that me made though, and he's happy he found them. Aside from his move nothing majorly actually happened in his life, his parents split and things like that but he was lucky enough that these things were nowhere near as bad as they could be.

Skills/Weapons: Nick isn't particularly amazing and much, he can sketch pretty good and cook a mean pot of pasta. He's also good with animals, he's not going to charm a wolf or anything, but domestic animals seem to like him a lot.

As for weapons. While on patrol Nick will always carry his trusty wooden bat. He holds it like a police baton tucking it under his armpit, when he's not just walking around or making fun he holds that bat as one would expect. He'll tap it in his hand for intimidation purposes, but also because it makes him feel cool. The bat itself is 2 feet long so it's not a big bat but it still packs a wallop, it's painted black with the words "Signature sports" on the end. He also carries a boomerang, it is pretty much useless because he doesn't know how to use it, it could probably be used as a mini club or be thrown at very close targets.

The bat

Other: Has an adorable dog named Sindy, she's a white fluffy sook who loves new people and sorts like a pig when she wants attention or is a little uncomfortable. She's a fat little thing and if prone to rolling over onto her back so it's easier to give her a belly rub.

Friendly Neighborhood Heroes! (Reboot)

Name: Nicholas Baldwin-Sloan

Alias: Hard Coat

Gender: Male

Age(18-22 Please): 20

Looks: Nick is nothing special on first clance, the only major thing standing out being his lack of facial grooming. He's decently tall standing at 5'11-6' and weighing 159lbs. He isn't muscular or even lean, but there is some visible muscle when he flexes but that is it. His feet and hands are above average size and we all know what they say about big feet. His hair is a dirty blond much to his dismay as it used to be a bright golden blonde, however he's revived compliments on his deep blue eyes much to his embarrassment.

The boi

As for his costume he just dresses up like the 10th doctor from doctor who. Albeit he adds a gas mask and a top hat. He's put Velcro straps under the hat to make sure it doesn't fly off his head at any point.

The suit

the mask

The hat

Occupation: Works at a bar on the beach.

Personality: Nick is a big joker, always looking to make people smile with a joke. This isn't to say he's incapable of being serious, it's quite the contrary. Nick is a great listener, always up for helping people with their problems. He is generally a nice guy who tries to make sure everyone else is feeling their best, sometimes this makes him feel a little worse but that's how things go. Sometimes he will be selfish and do something that makes others feel bad, but he only does this when he himself feels awful himself and the other party is relatively unaffected until his choice is made. He can get surprisingly dark, but this side of him isn't often show. Mostly because being that serious and morbid doesn't make people happy. He keeps his emotional problems to himself mostly and that's how he prefers it.

Backstory: Nick used to live in Australia until recently when he decided to move over to the US, even he was surprised by his decision. He got to take his little dog called Sindy. He managed to find a good place to settle down in long beach, well that was until the grim made itself more and more evident. He did have friends that me made though, and he's happy he found them. Aside from his move nothing majorly actually happened in his life, his parents split and things like that but he was lucky enough that these things were nowhere near as bad as they could be.

Skills/Weapons: Nick isn't particularly amazing and much, he can sketch pretty good and cook a mean pot of pasta. He's also good with animals, he's not going to charm a wolf or anything, but domestic animals seem to like him a lot.

As for weapons. While on patrol Nick will always carry his trusty wooden bat. He holds it like a police baton tucking it under his armpit, when he's not just walking around or making fun he holds that bat as one would expect. He'll tap it in his hand for intimidation purposes, but also because it makes him feel cool. The bat itself is 2 feet long so it's not a big bat but it still packs a wallop, it's painted black with the words "Signature sports" on the end. He also carries a boomerang, it is pretty much useless because he doesn't know how to use it, it could probably be used as a mini club or thrown at very close targets.

The bat

Other: Has an adorable dog named Sindy, she's a white fluffy sook who loves new people and sorts like a pig when she wants attention or is a little uncomfortable. She's a fat little thing and if prone to rolling over onto her back so it's easier to give her a belly rub.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

YAY people like her so far! Also I was just wondering if this RP had a discord?

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Looks like I got some editing to do! I searched up Our Thrice-Pierced Martyr and the third option on google was actually this thread.

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OK popped some little edits in, I'm ready to be judged!

Friendly Neighborhood Heroes! (Reboot, Realistic Vigilantes)

I'm definitely interested. It'd be nice to get away from the superpowered madness for a change.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I'm not 100% on if she is allowed to be a Bloody Rose or not, it obviously suits her personality. But the line that I made bold makes me think I can have one from a different order. But if that isn't allowed then I'll just go through and fix it.

Rank: Obvious – they can range from a standard Battle-Sister, down to a Novice Advance, specialist ranks such as Repentia, Dominion/Retributor (Heavy Weapons specialist) and the like are also allowed; if your character is part of a different Order, then feel free to use Order-specific ranks.

Anything Goes

Miteossa had already been hard at work for hours now, not constricted by a human sleep cycle. Her massive blade arms chipping away at the dense rocks that filled the Ring city mine. Two sets for digging and one set for collecting. Miteossa had worked in the mines for many years now, having started their as a child. It wasn't that uncommon for lesser beings like her to be employed in such roles, the world wasn't kind to some people. But Mite knew this, she'd had to accept it a long time ago, but deep down she did long for something more.

She'd found a sort of balance here in the mines, yes the work was hard and the wages were unfair, but down here in the mines. She was somebody. The other miners were all people in situations just like her, if not worse ones, and she was able to find solace in the fact that she could exist here without having to worry about discrimination. This fact also saddened her, if it took people who were so low to see Miteossa as a person, would she ever be able to belong somewhere that didn't make her body ache?

She hauled her last load for the day as the sunlight started to leak into view. This was her regular finish time she'd start at midnight and work through the morning, she did this to avoid crowds of miners. She may not have to face much discrimination down here, but some of the people who were stationed there were criminals, not to mention that she was awful with people, so banter between miners was something she tended to avoid. Having clocked out for the day she dragged her aching body back to her room, she was feeling a little adventurous today so she started making a cocoon so she could change into her centipede form. After the metamorphosis was done she slipped out of her room and headed for the lower levels of the city, she wasn't going to be finding any star quality hotels or anything, but she needed a break from the mine.

Maybe today she'd be able to get a flesh donor and could finally start to build up DNA towards a human like form. Maybe today is the day! She thought to herself, a hopeful smile creeping it's way onto her insectoid face.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Alright I think that is me finished with Caroline. What are the thoughts? (I am actually not 100% sure if I'm done.)