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Bleach: Burning Flame

Loh

Loh Nenloj

Appearance:



Has a big, bushy beard.

Race: Arrancar
Birthday: October 9th
Age: 75
Gender: Male
Height: 5'10
Weight: 145
Personality: A pacifist and totally obsessed with peace and friendship. He has a love of flowers and music. Never seen without his guitar, he rarely takes sides in battle, except against violence itself.
Biography: Like other Hollow, he has no recollection of his life before being awaking in Huaco Mundo, having been granted a greater sentience by Aizen. He was one of the first Espada to be made and quickly managed to make his way to the number 1 spot. With his ability to force his enemies into a situation that they couldn't power their way out of. Soon, they would simply concede out of boredom. That being said, several of them took over a month trapped in Campos De Fresas before giving up. However, Aizen considered him a failure, due to his pacifist nature and an abhorance of killing. He was quickly austricised like the rest of his Original Espada brothers. However, unlike the others, he wasn't made into a 100 number, instead choosing to leave Hueco Mundo for greener pastures in the human world. He was tracked down at first, leading to several battles between him and the others, but soon, he managed to buy a Gigai off the black market and used it to remain hidden from the others in the human world. After the defeat of Aizen and Harribel becoming Queen of Hueco Mundo, he returned to see if she would embrace a more peaceful approach. That was when the Quincy invaded. He escaped to Campos De Fresas and waited out the war with several other Arrancar. He has, only now, just emerged from his own spirit world. Now he wants to try to free the other and, with any luck, bring about a peaceful Hueco Mundo.

Stats

Affiliation: None
Abilities:

Campos De Fresas (When threatened, he can call upon a portal to Campos De Fresas. A realm of pure Rietsu, it resembles a bright countryside, filled with magical creatures that roam free across it. The realm is bonded to Jo, meaning that he controls the realm as though it was a part of his body.)
Ningún País (An ability that allows him to pacify nearby hollows by feeding them Reitsu from the the Campos De Fresas)

Sonído:
Cero: Although he almost never uses it (Except maybe for lighting his cigars) it has a rosy colour. He prepares it by clenching his thumb and index finger together.

Resurrección

Zanpakutō name: Viviendo Para Hoy
Sealed Appearance: when by himself, it takes the form of an Acoustic Guitar, however, when he enters a hazardous situation, it will transform into it's true Zanpakuto form
Resurrección Apperence: His suit becomes bone-like and a pair of beautiful, butterfly wings sprout from his back.
Resurrección: When he actiates his Resurreccion, he absorbs the Campos De Fresas, gaining an unfathomable amount of Rietsu. With this, he can move at speeds untrackable by even a captain-level Shinigami. His physical strength and Cero are also boosted in kind. When in this form, his body exhudes a special gas that soothes the spirit of all that breath it in, their bodily functions begin to slow until they shut down altogether. Even if those surrounding him do not breathe, the gas can be absorbed through the skin. However, he can give to his allies, the Mark of the Butterfly. Those that are marked with his butterfly will find the gas actually beneficial, increasing their reaction speed, pushing fear and doubt to the back of their minds, allowing them to think clearly and precisely, even in a situation of unfathomable danger.

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Also waiting approval.

Mara

Name: Mara

Age: 400+ (she'll never tell, exactly)

Description:


Gender: Female

Race: Human?

Magic: Sigilite
Molten Dragon Flame
Tattooed on her palm is a dragon, by channeling her magical power into it, she can summon a solid beam of fire, approximately 5,000 degrees in temporature. Unfortunately, this does drain her, meaining that it's applicable use in battle is limited to about 5 uses before she is completely worn out, pushing 6-7 before she would pass unconscious.

Physical Age control
She can easily assume the form of whatever age she wishes. From a 10 year old girl to a 100 year old crone. However, she retains their physical attributes, meaning that, she would be most powerful in the form of a 30 year old, but usually chooses that of a 10 year old, because she prefers it. However, due to her age wearing on, she has already lost the ability to transform into a form younger than 9 years old, and will, at some point in the next few centuries, be forced to abandon her ability to take on a childs form altogether. One of her current goals is to discover a way to extend her time able to stay in this form.

Friends on the Other Side
One does not live as long as she without making a few friends in places out of the ordinary. These include, but aren't limited to:

Peing-Khan: The Shadow King
Khan is a large, portly, Chinese demon that has an army of demonic Shadow-Ninja's at his disposal. After assisting him in searching out a warlock who attempted to usurp his throne and disposing of the fiend, he has owed her a favour that she plans to call in one day. He also gave her a single Shadow-Ninja bodyguard (She lovingly nicknamed the silent warrior "Giggles" Unfortunately, due to his less than stellar people skills, she tied him to her shop and sets him about doing menial tasks, he only ever fights intruders in her shop.)
Bajie: The Great Pig
Bajie is the embodiment of the Pig Zodiac, a fat and lazy being, he is nonetheless one of the most powerful entities in the Zodiac realm. She gained his favour when she found him (disguised as a regular pig) and took him into her home, feeding him, scratching his belly and letting him sleep wherever he wanted. He gave her his Rake in return for her kindness and told her to "Call anytime you need assistance... Except if i'm eating... Or napping." meaning there are very short windows with which to contact him.
Iosheka
A Native-American god, she discovered him when she went to the States, after assisting his people in a banishment for his evil brother Tawescaron. For her feats, Iosheka gave her the magical tobacco that she smokes in her pipe, it is that of the gods and permeates her body with magical energy, allowing her to wield the mystic arts more effectively.
Hodr: the Blind King of Games
A more recent addition to her list of friends. When a bunch of nerds (Dougy, Adam, Phillip, Kay and Dick) started hanging around in her shop and playing Dungeons & Dragons, she was actually rather relieved by their antics. They, however, attracted Hodr to the shop, who wanted to join in. Every other thursday, her upstairs room is "Nerd Night" where Hodr, Mara and the nerds gather to play their boardgames, watch films (Well, Hodr doesn't, he's blind, but he does enjoy to listen to the stories) and, on occassion, enjoy the odd game of Strip Poker (don't worry, she assumes the form of a rather voluptuous lady when playing this. Which is why she almost always wins.)

Weaknesses: More than she likes to admit;

1) Physical strength: Although she is old and wields a magic Rake, she possesses the strength of a 10 year old girl, which is not that much.
2) All her power in her items: Almost all of her combat ability is in her magical items that she carries. Without them, she is forced to fall back on her Molten Dragon Flame being her only ability. Even with an ability as such on her side, her ability to fight is greatly diminished.

Equipment:
Scroll Magics
Instead of the regular incantation based magic, she carries a number of magical scrolls with magic built into them. This has the upside of allowing her to very quickly cast high level spells, at the cost of reliability. Scrolls are made of paper, meaning that they can very easily be destroyed. And replicating them takes time and concentration as they are written with a special ink that takes a 3 hour ceremony to make, and then, only lasts for an hour before the magic leaves the ink and the ceremony needs to be performed again. These are kept up her sleave and can be called upon at a moments notice, flying from their resting place and casting the magic infused into them. They include, but aren't limited to:

Fireball Scroll (casts fireball)
Immobilization Scroll (Can freeze inanimate objects and those with a lack of willpower in place)
Levitation Scroll (Allows her rudimentary flight within her human form.)
Telekinesis Scroll (Allows her to move objects with her mind, only 1 specific object at a time, though. And not herself, she has to rely on her Levitation Scroll for that.)
Power Scroll (fires a beam of energy that hits with almost 1TPSI force. Usually used to open doors and take down particularly tough opponents.)

Bag of Epic Holding
The bag was unnamed until Dougy saw it, the bag is nye bottomless and carries vast amounts of potion brewing ingredients. She wouldn't be much of a witch without the ability to brew up a "Turn someone into a toad" potion, would she?

Amulet of Merlock
An amulet that she wears around her neck, looking like a large green jewel, it allows her to transform into a multitude of animals, so long as she wears it. If it is to leave her person, then the magic wears off within seconds. Generally used for travel and escape.
The Rake of Bajie
A magical rake given to her by the Great Pig, Bajie. It is indestructable and allows her to convers with the great pig, however, 99% of the time, he is either asleep or eating, and so will not answer. Over the years, she has become quite adept at wielding it.
Personality: Arrogant as a 10 year old, wise as a 100 year old, she has been on the planet for a substantial amount of time and has forgotten more than most will ever know. She always assumes she is the smartest person in the room and is rarely seen without her smoking pipe in her hands.

History: A backstory shrouded in mystery. Although the first thought in anyones head is that she must be a child, the fact is that she only assumes this from due to having a fondness for children. In actuality, she is more than 400 years old. Numerous stories give varying accounts of her origin, including; The daughter of a priestess and a demon, the daughter of Satan, a being created from magic, an Alien, a Vampire gone wrong, and many, many more. She will never tell, as she finds great amusement in hearing what people say about her.

She has been to many places in her 400+ years of life, she has met many magical entities, assisting Native Americans in banishing a dark god, becoming the keeper of a Pig deity, hunting rogue Warlocks and witches, should the need arrise.

She also has a Demon Ninja that does her bidding. Although he is incapable of leaving the confines of her shop, he is also incapable of attacking anyone, unless they threaten Mara or the shop. All he does is clean the hut and stare angrily at everyone it meets, as well as offer them tea. He doesn't take no for an answer, as such, if declined, he will continue trying to give the tea to his target until they relent. Don't get him wrong, he is essentially a mindless drone with very strict mission parameters.

Want Magic? Demons? Werewolves? We got it here and more! (Interest Check)

I have a character that I designed for a more DC comics setting, but I suppose she'll work for this, if you'd accept her.

Mara

Name: Mara (A.K.A. The Old Hag of Baker Street)
Race: Human(?)
Class: Witch
Weapon(s):

Scroll Magics
Instead of the regular incantation based magic, she carries a number of magical scrolls with magic built into them. This has the upside of allowing her to very quickly cast high level spells, at the cost of reliability. Scrolls are made of paper, meaning that they can very easily be destroyed. And replicating them takes time and concentration as they are written with a special ink that takes a 3 hour ceremony to make, and then, only lasts for an hour before the magic leaves the ink and the ceremony needs to be performed again. These include, but aren't limited to:

Fireball Scroll (casts fireball)
Immobilization Scroll (Can freeze inanimate objects and those with a lack of willpower in place)
Levitation Scroll (Allows her rudimentary flight within her human form.)
Power Scroll (fires a beam of energy that hits with almost 1TPSI force. Usually used to open doors and take down particularly tough opponents.)

Bag of Epic Holding
The bag was unnamed until Dougy saw it, the bag is nye bottomless and carries vast amounts of potion brewing ingredients. She wouldn't be much of a witch without the ability to brew up a "Turn someone into a toad" potion, would she?

Amulet of Merlock
An amulet that she wears around her neck, looking like a large green jewel, it allows her to transform into a multitude of animals, so long as she wears it. If it is to leave her person, then the magic wears off within seconds. Generally used for travel and escape.

The Rake of Bajie
A magical rake given to her by the Great Pig, Bajie. It is indestructable and allows her to convers with the great pig, however, 99% of the time, he is either asleep or eating, and so will not answer. Over the years, she has become quite adept at wielding it.

Personality: Arrogant as a 10 year old, wise as a 100 year old, she has been on the planet for a substantial amount of time and has forgotten more than most will ever know. She always assumes she is the smartest person in the room and is rarely seen without her smoking pipe in her hands.

Abilities:

Age control
She can easily assume the form of whatever age she wishes. From a 10 year old girl to a 100 year old crone. However, she retains their physical attributes, meaning that, she would be most powerful in the form of a 30 year old, but usually chooses that of a 10 year old, because she prefers it.

Friends on the Other Side
One does not live as long as she without making a few friends in places out of the ordinary. She considers these powers at her disposal, however, in order to gain such power, she has to barter with these "Friends" and pay them for the use of said power. These include, but aren't limited to:

Ti-Peing: The Shadow King
Ti is a large, portly, Chinese demon that has an army of demonic Shadow-Ninja's at his disposal. After assisting him in searching out a warlock who attempted to usurp his throne and disposing of the fiend, he has owed her a favour that she plans to call in one day. He also gave her a single Shadow-Ninja bodyguard (She lovingly nicknamed the silent warrior "Giggles" Unfortunately, due to his less than stellar people skills, she tied him to her shop and sets him about doing menial tasks, he only ever fights intruders in her shop.)
Bajie: The Great Pig
Bajie is the embodiment of the Pig Zodiac, a fat and lazy being, he is nonetheless one of the most powerful entities in the Zodiac realm. She gained his favour when she found him (disguised as a regular pig) and took him into her home, feeding him, scratching his belly and letting him sleep wherever he wanted. He gave her his Rake in return for her kindness and told her to "Call anytime you need assistance... Except if i'm eating... Or napping." meaning there are very short windows with which to contact him.
Iosheka
A Native-American god, she discovered him when she went to the States, after assisting his people in a banishment for his evil brother Tawescaron. For her feats, Iosheka gave her the magical tobacco that she smokes in her pipe, it is that of the gods and permeates her body with magical energy, allowing her to wield the mystic arts more effectively.
Hodr: the Blind King of Games
A more recent addition to her list of friends. When a bunch of nerds (Dougy, Adam, Phillip, Kay and Dick) started hanging around in her shop and playing Dungeons & Dragons, she was actually rather relieved by their antics. They, however, attracted Hodr to the shop, who wanted to join in. Every other thursday, her upstairs room is "Nerd Night" where Hodr, Mara and the nerds gather to play their boardgames, watch films (Well, Hodr doesn't, he's blind, but he does enjoy to listen to the stories) and, on occassion, enjoy the odd game of Strip Poker (don't worry, she assumes the form of a rather voluptuous lady when playing this. Which is why she almost always wins.)

Traditional Magic
Lots of hand waving and very specific wording. Difficult, but her main fallback, should the need arise,

Weaknesses: More than she likes to admit;

1) Physical strength: Although she is old and wields a magic Rake, she possesses the strength of a 10 year old girl, which is not that much.
2) All her power in her items: Almost all of her combat ability is in her magical items that she carries. Without them, she is forced to fall back on traditional magic. This means that, all of her abilities take more than twice as long to cast as when she has her magical items.

History: A backstory shrouded in mystery. Although the first thought in anyones head is that she must be a child, the fact is that she only assumes this from due to having a fondness for children. In actuality, she is more than 400 years old. Numerous stories give varying accounts of her origin, including; The daughter of a priestess and a demon, the daughter of Satan, a being created from magic, an Alien, a Vampire gone wrong, and many, many more. She will never tell, as she finds great amusement in hearing what people say about her.

She has been to many places in her 400+ years of life, she has met many magical entities, assisting Native Americans in banishing a dark god, becoming the keeper of a Pig deity, hunting rogue Warlocks and witches, should the need arrise.

She also has a Demon Ninja that does her bidding. Although he is incapable of leaving the confines of her shop, he is also incapable of attacking anyone, unless they threaten Mara or the shop. All he does is clean the hut and stare angrily at everyone it meets, as well as offer them tea. He doesn't take no for an answer, as such, if declined, he will continue trying to give the tea to his target until they relent. Don't get him wrong, he is essentially a mindless drone with very strict mission parameters.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

Finally posted the 3 way collab. Sorry, my fault it took so long.

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

((Sorry about the mixup of who was supposed to post this))

Kasari had been surprised to see a member from the council show up. Whilst there was a report that had been filed, she didn't think it had warranted a member of the Jedi council. She wondered why she was here. Hashira, the Twi'lek, just turned away, almost ashamed she had called for assistance and guidence during the chasing of their current prisoner.

”Ah, Master Cluyr, it's all been a rather hectic and exciting day so things were hard to detect-" Kasari began.

"And discipline aides in the ability to remain focused even in the midst of Chaos," the Jedi Master responded without looking at the female human.

"Oh great, one of you. See, this is why I didn't want one of those here. Their stuck up 'better-than-thou' bantha poodoo is something the entire universe could do without," he said as soon as Cluyr had finished.

"A charming disposition as always," Kasari thought to herself as she had been interupted.

"I choose to reject everything that makes life fun, so I must be better than you," he said in a shrill, girly imitation of the woman's voice. He felt a twinge of agreement from one of the guards.

"See, that guy knows what i'm talking about." He motioned over to the guard, who simply put on his most serious face and stood to attention.

"Silence," she said dryly in a sigh with a sharp look at the man, as if it wasn't rude or unusal to speak to a potential threat in such a manner. Orias met her gaze with a look to accuse her of being a "spoil sport."

"As I said, this human is no threat to us, unless any of you believe otherwise -" she continued, looking at the four Jedi in an unimpressed expectation.

Eevy glanced over at the council member, then back at Orias. ”But his blade matches what most Sith usually have - or, at least, it was similar to the one the Sith she had met carried," she thought to herself, mostly keeping quite. However, when she heard the woman's next set of words, she couldn't hold her tongue.

”I have plenty of 'training' in self-control-"

"Could have fooled me, " Orias mumbled. But Eevy took no notice.

"Your actions prove the contrary," Cluyr cut in once more and without looking at the girl.

"My actions are what caught him-"

"Yes, and your actions were questionable at best, dear."

She wasn't even attempting to be polite anymore. The child clearly couldn't prove having any kind of self-control regardless of Eevy's own beliefs.

"Questionable at best? I don't see you or any of the other council members getting off your high and mighty positions and do what us real Jedi do!” she responded in a slightly irritated tone She disliked when her actions were questioned. She bent the rules sometimes, but never broke them. She knew better than that.

"Ooo, little Nexu has claws," Orias thought.

Cluyr glared at the girl and peered into her mind. She did away with any kind of grace and forced her way through any kind of barrier she had made. Cluyr watched Eevy's memories of her training and childhood. This gave the Councilor a better understanding of the child's experiences and training under Kasari.

Eevy grasped at her head as she felt it being pryed into forcefully. "What are you doing...get out of-" she spoke weakly, trying to keep her head from being dove into through the force. Orias watched the display, tutting.

"Using the force as a weapon. I'm shocked at you. What is it that Jedi Grand Master Yoda once said?" he thought back to the holocrons that Traal had made him watch. "Not to be used as a weapon, the force is. But as an ally, stand by you, it does." That little blue guy was a wise one," he said.

Unfortunately, the holocrons were the old ones filled with static and only showed the person in a mono-colour. As such, he assumed that the famed master was Blue.

The Nikto released her mind and let the girl flop to the floor. "Your Master," she started, her attention toward Kasari, "seemed to lack the kind of discipline you required to learn respect for your elders and the proper manner in which to conduct yourself."

Her aggravation aleveated somewhat for the harsh punishment Cluyr believed the girl deserved. It didn't show in her face, but her shoulders relaxed a bit.

Kasari knelt down next to Eevy, gently resting her hand on her back as she started to get to her feet. "The - only ones I respect - are the ones who have earned it, like Kasari. Not you, who just sit on your butts and listen to the force to guide you. How many times in the past has waiting caused the Jedi and the Republic to lose critical battles because the Jedi would rather wait than act?

"Where would we be now if I hadn't chased after him? What would you have done if he got away?" She spoke in rather shallow breaths as she collected herself.

"Hey, I was just minding my own business when she yelled 'Stop, Criminal Scum!' or something like that. She drew the weapon first. She tried to attack me without provocation. Can I get a lawyer?" he asked. "It'd be nice to have someone in the room that is more evil than the Council woman."

At'chaa was impressed by the girl's resilience and strong will. But such a will had proven to be the downfall of many Jedi. The man, on the other hand, was even more exhausting, somehow.

"Please stay silent while I try to deal with this girl and release you as you should be."

Perhaps her priorities were out of order, but she cared little about the man's well-being. There was something about him that didn't set well with her, but she passed it off as being irritated by all those in the room. She then continued to attempt to teach Eevy something about her actions.

"You fail to understand how your actions impact this, clearly, innocent man, those guards there, your fellow Jedi, and the Force at large. You think your physicality is all you need to get by in the galaxy. You are naive and proud. I warned the Jedi of your juvenile attitude and behaviors, but they still Knighted you because your physical attributes were impressive. And, indeed, they are. But your lack of understanding the grander repercussions of your actions will be the death of you one day. Your training was incomplete in this manner."

Her voice changed quite a bit during her monologue. She actually seemed to care about the girl and spoke softly and with some warmth. At'chaa was trying to make the girl understand that she was short-sighted and rash, something Jedi are trained not.

"Innocent man? He isn't innocent, I declared myself as a Jedi and the first action he chose was to run-"

"And your igniting your lightsaber in public was just so warm and welcoming," Master Cluyr added. Her condescension entered into her voice once more.

"And you have no idea what it is the Council does," she continued, clearly unaffected by being interrupted herself. "You continue to prove your naivety by assuming knowledge when there was little to no proof of that being the truth."

"Innocent people don't run from Republic officials, no matter what. So explain to me why he did if he's so innocent?"

"Maybe it had something to do with you threatening me with a Lightsaber. There had to be at least 100 witnesses there that'll testify that I was doing nothing till you attacked me."

Eevy glanced at Orias with a glare, "I never once tried to strike you. But, you were more than willing to launch a force attack at me."

"I felt my life was in danger, thanks to your very threatening posture," he smirked. "It was a provoked response."

Master Cluyr's eyelids drooped a bit as if she was tired, which she was of the girl's ignorant arguments.

"I have no wish to speak with you any further," she started.

She then turned to Kasari. "His Force signature is not typical of a Sith, something that could have been determined upon initial interaction," she explained as if Kasari should have been able to perform such a task easily enough. "Regardless, if there was any concern, he should have been tracked with stealth. He did nothing in the way of criminal and your Padawan, an example of the Jedi Order overall, chased him down over a misinterpreted 'feeling.'"

"It was the Council who had first detected this Sith and sent us after him!" Eevy spoke with greater frustration.

"Silence!" Master Cluyr amplified her voice to fill the room and a crack formed on one of the walls. The Force then made its way towards Eevy's mind to prevent her from speaking any further.

"This man is to be released," she continued, her voice still imposing but no longer aided with the Force.

The guards entered the room in haste to release the prisoner and escort him out of the room. She turned to Kasari, who's face was still winced in pain. "I want to see the four of you at the Council Chambers tomorrow to discuss this poor excuse for a Jedi," Cluyr's voice ordered and with no lack of disdain. "And we will discuss your future within this Order, Ms. Hunt," she added. The Master's voice would have rang loudly in the girl's head while the others would have recieved it at a normal volume.

"With all due respect Master Cluyr, Eevy only did what she thought was right, perhaps it wasn't the best course of action, but she only had the Republic and it's citizens' well-being in mind," Kasari interjected, hoping to plea a bit of Eevy's case.

"And that judgement, young Jedi, is the reason we much assess her, and the rest of you by extention, further."

The Councilor refused to debate the point further and whipped around and exited the cell, allowing the four of them to, hopefully, reflect on the actions of the immaturity of the girl and possibly get through to her as a wise and learned Council member could not.

The guard had been a little cautious and had taken a little bit of time to undo all of the restraints. Orias was relieved that he seemed to have gotten away, scott-free.

"Well." He grinned a slightly evil grin.

"I hope you have learned your lesson. I want my lightsaber returned to me, if you don't mind."

He then walked towards Eevy. "Better luck next time, young one." He smirked before being led out. "Oh wait. You don't believe in luck, do you?"

"I know that you were up to something. You're lucky that a Council member was here," she added as he taunted her. "Know that if you do anything outside the law before you leave this system that I'll be right there to put the shackles back on you."

Eevy didn't like how the Sith had effectively won and there was nothing she could do about it.

Led to the Hangar bay, Orias waited patiently for the shuttle to arrive that would take him back to the surface. He had been told in no uncertain terms that, they would forget the charges of Grand Theft Auto and Assault, if he didn't bring up, what was essentially, police brutality. He needed to get his mask back from that station locker he had left it in. He watched the young Jedi approach him, obviously also waiting for the shuttle "Let me ask you something, Jedi. Why do you do what you do? What are you a Jedi, when you lack most of their discipline? Hell, how did you make it past the Trials? I hear they are rather difficult, even for someone with the greatest of discipline."

Worm - Chicago (High casual interest check) (Superheroes and villains)

So, I assume all Heroes have to be Mutants, then?

"The Gol'Kut Crusade!" - A Large Scale RP of the 42nd Millenium (WH40K) (CLOSED)

Name: Paran Prekar

Organisation/Adepta: Adeptus Astartes, Mantis Warriors

Personal Demeanour: "Tread softly and carry a big gun." a phrase that Paran lives by. He has a fondness, perhaps overfondness, for heavy weapons. His thoughts constantly dwell on the Battle Haze that Mantis Warriors may fall into... It is a curious sensation, one he may describe as "Fear" had he had the ability to feel as such.

Character Type/Rank: Captain of the Mantis Warriors First Company

Power Armour History: Not much is known about the middle-history of this suit of MkVIII Errant armour, forged by the Techmarines of the Marauders and given to their successor as a gift for their valor in their assistance on a Crusade. The Armour was made for a captain, shortly before the Badab war, sadly, the Captain fell when they turned on the Astral Claws, falling before Lugft Huron himself. After that, the armour was recovered and severed to protect many Captains of the First Company. The previous owner of the armour was the current Chapter Master of the Mantis Warriors, who donned a suit of Terminator Armour, giving this armour to Paran.

Description: Like all Space Marines, he is never seen without his armour. His armour is in the heraldry of the Mantis Warriors, Green, Yellow and Gold. The right leg of the armour has a pair of gold insect-like wings protruding from a silver skull. the chest is adorned by a pair of praying-mantis arms reaching out from the Aquilla, the scythes on the arms pointing down, from across the chest. His Shoulder Pad has a Solid Obsidian carving of the Mantis Warriors symbol.

His face has multiple scars from the centuries of battle that he has sustained. His right eye is a mass of scar-tissue and cybornetics with a crimson lense that ensures maximum accuracy from his heavy weapon. His hair was obviously brown at some point, wearing it with short sides and a full top and back of brown, greying hair. He also has a greying goatee. However, his face is usually obscured behind his helmet a MkIII Iron Armour helmet that he rescued from a mission to a Space Hulk.

Skills:

-Terminator Honours: Although he rarely exorcises this skill, he is fully versed in the use of Terminator armour and, in fact, has a suit of Terminator Armour that he may don. However, he rarely dons the armour, unless going into a confined battle-space. Otherwise, he prefers to be able to move fast.
-Heavy Weapons proficiency: Having always had a fascination in the heaviest weapons in the Imperium Arsenal, he always chose to weild a heavy weapon when possible. Even when he ascended to Captain, he broke the rules of the Codex Astartes by utilizing a Heavy Bolter.
-Hand-to-Hand combat proficiency: Although he prefers to utilize a heavy-calibur weapon, having to fight hand-to-hand is usually unavoidable. However, those that think he is useless without his heavy weapon will find themselves being quickly defeated by their own underestimation. His skills may not be as remarkable as those of legendary beings such as Dante or The Great Khan, but, in the Mantis Warriors, his melee skills are surpassed only by the Chapter Master. One does not become Captain of the First Company by lacking an ability to wield a sword.
-Charismatic Leader: Nobody is entirely sure what it is about him, but all those that see his commanding presence feel compelled to follow his orders.

History: Born on one of the planets in the Maelstrom, he grew up like most orphans, scurrying around the hives underbelly, searching for what scrap was worth selling, in order to survive. When he grew to adolescence, he was taken in by a gang. He started working as a pickpocket, stealing from the rich nobels of the upper hive, but soon, he was forced to change lodgings again, when a squad of Space Marines burst into their base and subdued them. The Mantis Warriors fleet had arrived and received permission to take any hive-scum they wanted to replenish their numbers. Paran was one of them.

He survived the implantation and indoctrination process and was made a Neophyte. After many long decades of training, he was finally given his Combat Armour and allowed to join the 10th Company as a scout, as all initiates do. His first mission was to scout an Ork Kamp during a campaign against the vile beasts. After reaching the insides of the camp, they began to set charges, in readiness for the arrival of the main assault force. It was just as he was setting a charge on the engine compartment of a Wartrukk that he was spotted by a Gritchen. They saw each other at the exact same time. However, Paran was much quicker than the Ork and managed to draw his knife and throw it, hitting it square in the forehead, before the goblin could sound the alarm. However, this wasn't good enough, as a Nob spotted the corpse of the Goblin fall to the ground and began to charge. Paran was saved by one of his brothers opening fire with his Heavy Bolter, felling the great beast. However, his brother was quickly beset by the others. Paran and the veteran sergeant that was with them, rushed in and managed to pull their wounded brother out. During this time, Paran grabbed the heavy weapon and opened fire into the advancing Orks, falling back with the others, just before their explosives went off, sending the camp up in flames, Stormravens appearing to finish off the rest of the Greenskins. It was there, standing with the Heavy Bolter in his hands, watching the enemies of the imperium engulfed int flame, that he decided that he had found his calling.

Upon his promotion to full Brother, he was given the choice between becoming a Tactical, Devastator and Assault. It was little surprise to any of his brothers that the call of the heaviest weapons in the Imperial Arsenal was too strong for him to resist. He served the chapter well during the 4 centuries that he spent as a Devastator, before finally joining the Sternguard of the Hallowed First Company. He served for a further 3 decades before their sergeant was killed in a combat. It was then that it was decided for Paran to become the squads new sergeant. Although he disliked that Combat Doctrine deminded that he surrender his Heavy Bolter in return for a Sword and Plasma Pistol. He served with honour and distinction, until the Battle of Batten Forge. The massive foundry world had come under attack from the forces of the Dark Mechanicus, determined to corrupt the forge with the ruinous powers.

The battle had raged for days, not a single man was without damage, all of the armour scarred and scorched from the battle damage and the splashback as the viles machines to crawl from the warp were plunged into the holy lakes of molten magma that were used to cool the Titanic warmachines. As the battle drew to a close, the corrupted Warpsmith entered the fray and faught a bloody and vicious battle with the 1st companies captain. After a long and drawn out duel, the Warpsmith's mechanical arms were able to get the better of the captain and his company were forced to watch him be dismembered in front of their very eyes. With the Captain gone, the resolve of the First company only grew. Paran vaulted the barracades and charged, screaming, at the Warpsmith. Firing his Plasma Pistol wildly, they got into melee combat. The Warpsmiths mechanical arms were everywhere and they managed to gouge the Sergeants eye out, he gave a great roar as he felt the grey fog fall upon him. He could feel the world slowing around him as he neared death. He shook it off as the world seemed to return to normal, he began to fire wildly with his plasma pistol, not letting it cool, he could feel it reaching critical mass in his hand. In one final gambit, he grabbed the Warpsmith's armour by the lip at the front and stuffed the Plasma Pistol's barrel in the gap, before jumping for cover, the Plasma Pistol exploded, taking the Warpsmiths head with it, leaving the headless giant to fall over.

After that, the Skitarii had swarmed the foundry and secured it. For his bravery in the battle and the courage he had showed, he was awarded Captaincy of the First Company during a ceremony in which they buried the previous captain. Since then, he has served the First Company and the Chapter with great distinction and power.

Equipment and Armament:

Mk VIII Errant-Pattern Power Armour: When wearing this, he is equipped with the following.
-Mk III Iron Armour helmet
-Heavy Bolter
-Master Crafted Power Sword (Scimitar style)
-Bolt Pistol
-Frag & Krak Grenades
-Iron Halo

Indomitus-Patter Terminator Armour: When wearing this, he is equipped with the following.
-Master Crafted Power Sword (Scimitar style)
-Power Fist
-Iron Halo
-Cyclone Missile Launcher

Miscellaneous: Being a Mantis Warrior, the chapter are prone to a condition called Battle Haze. Battle Haze is a condition, not too disimilar to the Blood Angels "Black Rage" only, instead of going completely out of control, they merely become focussed only on killing their enemies. Whereas, they will never attack an ally, they will not rush to their aid, either, unless the aid they require is a large pile of dead enemies. This state is irreversable. Those that go through the change are put into a "Praying Mantidae" squad. This change is something that Paran dislikes thinking about going through. He considers those who do not go through the change to be very lucky and prays to the Emperor that he stays in those lucky few.

Forces at Their Disposal: Being the captain of the First Company, he has the finest, living, warriors that the Chapter have ever produced under his command. Sternguard, Vanguard, Terminators, Dreadnoughts and Land Raiders, all ready to deploy at his behest. Due to the size of this operation, the Chapter Master, for the moment, has chosen to stay aboard their Battle-Barge "Endless Redemption" in order to coordinate with the rest of the Imperium's forces, leaving him in command of the entire of the Chapters ground forces. The Mantis Warriors considerable airforce (Including their vast fleet of Thunderhawk Gunships) are still under the command of the Chapter Master.

"The Gol'Kut Crusade!" - A Large Scale RP of the 42nd Millenium (WH40K) (CLOSED)

@ShadowKingman As a Rogue Trader, you may have to keep any alien members of your crew away from my Mantis Warriors, or they will have to solve that Alien problem with a healthy injection of Prometheum into your ship's ventelation, as well as a lit match... And by "Healthy" I mean "Healthy for the moral integrity of humanity"

Star Wars: Rise of the New Empire (Accepting new players)

He was a little un-nerved as she approached him. But, then she began to talk to him and her imposing manner seemed to slip away. "Yes, we do have different opinions, there's my opinion, and your, wrong, opinion... I suppose, from a certain point of view, they're opinions. If we only ever did evil, then we would just be an evil version of you. Who wants to be that? People choose not to be Jedi, because they choose to have everything the Jedi have and more."

He felt her try to crawl into his thoughts, but the only thing she would see were sights of Podracing. As she mentioned his troubled past, he simply gave her a look to ask if she was even trying. He thought back over his life and he couldn't remember a time when he wasn't happy with his life choices... Ok, a few times on his trial across Endor and he slightly regretted never knowing his REAL parents, but, his adoptive mother had always been in his life, Darth Traal had always treated him fairly and he was now the apprentice of the leader of his sect of Force Users. He was effectively their second in command... Ok, that wasn't true, but he was still respected as having earned the respect of Traal. He then snapped back to reality. "Ok, lady, you are just making things up now, because, in all honesty, I can't remember a time when I wasn't happy. You know, that emotion that you guys aren't allowed to feel, because it leads to the Dark Side." he said. "Then again, I assume that "troubled" means that I wasn't just emotionless and stoic my entire life and was allowed to have fun."

And as wise as she was to be on the council, she was still a Jedi and as such, not that much of an interogator when she couldn't simply rip the information she wanted from him. Her mistake being to threaten him with severing his connection to the force before walking away. After she left, he looked at the other two Jedi. "Alright, tip for when you interrogate a prisoner. 1) never go in with the worst punishment first, then you have no-where to escalate to. 2) Never make a threat that the prisoner knows you won't go through with. We both know that the technique to do such a thing to someone else has been lost for over 3000 years and even before then was reserved for the most severe of cases. The only way to do it now is to consciously do it to yourself. The only way the Jedi Council could do that is if they molecularly bonded a Ysalamiri to my back. And anyway, apart from Grand-Theft Auto and three accounts of assaulting a Police Officer, I have committed no crime that you can pin on me." he said. "We both know that that is a hefty fine or a short stint in jail, at most. And we all know that the courts will side with me when I tell them that you tried to perform an illegal search without cause." he confidently stated. "What... I'm educated. It's not a crime to claim to be a Sith." he replied.