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Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@thewizardguy This Angron is isn't a Chaos worshipper, in fact, if he meets the Chaos guys, he's going to slaughter the shit out of them. He is from a universe where the Horus Heresy never happened. Instead, he was transformed into a Daemon because Khorne was dead set on having Angron as champion, and seeing as the Butcher's Nails were about to kill him and he hadn't swore fealty to him, Khorne needed a way to keep him alive. So, he turned him into Daemon Prince. This kinda backfired, because now Angron is super-duper-loopdy-looper-alliooper pissed at Khorne. So, now, he's been slaughting his way through Khorne's forces, trying to find a way to find the big guy, so he can stuff his hand so far down Khorne's neck that he can grab his underpants and give him the most uncomfortable wedgie ever felt.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

@thewizardguy If there is one thing that I have learned, it is how to play a character fairly. I know when to take a dive and went to be an unstoppable badass. In fact, I usually have more fun writting my character having the shit kicked out of them than writing them being a badass :D

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Name: Angron
Appearance:



Age: 6,000
Species: Daemon Prince
Gender: Male
Personality: (Not as necessary for established characters)
Bio: This Angron is from an Alternate universe where the Horus Heresy never took place. Instead of the Primarchs turning on their father, it was merely several of the legions that did so. Word Bearer Chaplain Erebus fell to the ruinous powers, dragging the Word Bearers, Ahriman and the Thousand Sons with him. After the Emperor's experiments to give humanity access to the Eldar Webway were disrupted, he was dragged into the Webway and has not been heard from since. To light the way for the Astropaths, Lorgar and Magnus, the two strongest psykers, take turns sitting on the Golden throne, each sitting for 100 years before trading places, he who doesn't sit on the throne leads the forces of the Grey Knights, and army made from Gene-seed from their father.

Angron did become a daemon, but not of his own accord. When approached by a Daemon, he was quick the slay the creature, he had languished under a cruel master from the beginning of his life and was not about to willingly subject himself to another. For 1,000 years, Angron and his World Eaters savaged the Galaxy, looking for any hint of this "Khorne" being so that he could end the pitiful fool once and for all... Unfortunately, the Butchers Nails in his forehead, the devices that drove him to lust for blood and gave him his immense fighting prowess were the devices slowly killing him. On what he thought to be his final battlefield, fighting alongside Lorgar as they battled his traitorous sons, the Word Bearers, Angron broke down, his mind almost completely gone. Naturally, the massive battle had caught the eye of the Blood God, Khorne. Khorne had been watching Angron for many millenia and wanted the bloodthirsty primarch as his champion. If Angron died without swearing allegiance, then his soul would be consumed by Slaanesh... With no other alternatives, Khorne summoned his ruinous power and granted Angron a new body.

Angron, having just struck down a Daemon Prince of Slaanesh, fell to his knee's and accepted death. He could die knowing that Kharn would lead his men to victory... But, death wasn't what he expected, it was painful... Very painful... His body writhed, flesh exploded, blood poured from every orifice, he began to ascend into the sky, with one final splatter of red, his eyes opened and he stood, looking out at his brother, Lorgar and his World Eaters, the head of a Daemon Prince in his hand, his mouth opened and the most ungodly noise echoed. He looked down at himself. His body was... Inhuman... But, since he hadn't sworn fealty to Khorne, his mind was still his own.

Lorgar ran towards him, Maul in hand and began to attack, his Grey Knights joining him. Lorgar saw what Angron now was and knew that his brother had given himself to the ruinous powers of Chaos. Angron was overcome with the power that his new body possessed, he managed to incapacitate Lorgar and shouted to Kharn the truth, that he had been transformed against his will, Lorgar did not believe him, but Kharn did. After a bloody battle that saw the deaths of a lot of Grey Knights and World Eaters, both sides managed to retreat to their fleets.

Ever since then, Angron and the World Eaters have waged a bloody and endless crusade to find Khorne and kill him, to make him pay for what he has done.

Equipment:
Armour of Mars (Bright golden armour that protects him from most conventional weapons. Since he became a daemon, it became fused to his skin.
Gorefather (A Chain-Axe designed to cleave through flesh and metal alike, can easily cleave a tank in half.)
The Spite Furnace (A Plasma Cannon that is fused into the palm of his free hand. It cannot be fired too often or he risks severely burning his hand. Fired far too often and his hand could even set ablaze. If this happens, then it'll take several hours before it can be fired again. The cannon has a tell-tale sign of when it's about to fire, as the heat-radiators on the back of his gauntlet glow.)

Abilities:
Flight (Those massive wings of his allow him to take to the skies and fly at immense speeds.)
God of War (Before Khorne gave him his new body, he was considered one of the greatest fighters in the imperium. Now that his body is even larger, stronger and more resilient, this claim seems to have few desputing it.)
Sire of the World Eaters (Any World Eater Space Marine that he meets will feel compelled to obey him)

Universe of Origin: Warhammer 30k AU.

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

Kalami sat on the shuttle, Serra had given her clear instructions to look after it. She had just stepped out to get some air, when the sky fell upon Rodia. The unmistakable sounds of explosions rang out as the green rain of death descended from the heavens, one such teardrop hitting the shuttle. The shuttle exploded, sending Kalami flying. As she got back up, she pulled her helmet off and her fin flicked up, she began rubbing her ears, trying to get her hearing back. Unfortunately, her sight was unaffected as she saw the vast city now ablaze. She began to run for cover, running towards the palace, any invading force would likely want to take the palace intact so as to more quickly and easily bring the population under heel, whereas any aggressor that was here to cause civil unrest would likely want the planets leaders either confirmed dead or alive as hostages. Planetary bombardments were messy and highly ineffective at confirming the death of a single target. They served more as a means to cause panic than to actually destroy a target.

Running through the streets, she finally put her helmet back on as she saw a squad of Stormtroopers advancing. She ignited her Pike and rushed into one of the troopers, impaling him through the chest, as the others in the squad turned their weapons upon her, she used the impaled stormtrooper as a shield, his dense flesh managing to support him on the end of the pike and taking the blaster shots. She rushed into the middle of the group, forcing them to abandon their blasters, as at this close range and surrounded by allies, they were much more likely to wound a squad-mate than the enemy. She flicked the blue blade off and the dead stormtrooper hit the floor, before she began to swing the pole around, cracking a Stormtroopers helmet as the thick pole smashed him into a building wall. One of the Stormtroopers got her in a Full-nelson, forcing her to drop the pike, whilst another tried to kick her in the chest.

With a swing of her body-weight, she managed to take the impact in her chest armour, then used the Stormtrooper that was holding her as ballast to throw both of her legs at the stormtrooper that had been kicking her. Her robotic arm then sprung to life, its gyros and servos proving stronger than his muscles as she powered out of the lock. It was at this point that several Rodians opened fire into the stormtroopers. It was obvious that the Rodians were local law enforcement, from their uniforms. Usually not standing a chance against a fully armed military insurgeance team, they had the element of surprise on their side, as, several of the Stormtroopers had pulled back to wait for a clear shot at Kalami, but now they, themselves, lay dead from the police's intervention. Kalami grabbed the stormtrooper that had been holding her, with her cybornetic hand and slammed his head into the ground as she, too, dropped to the floor. As the police's firing stopped, Kalami got to her feet. "Thank you for your assistance." she called, picking up the pike.

"What the hell is going on?" asked the Rodian who was clearly the sergeant.

"Unknown aggressors posing as Imperial Stormtroopers. Most likely a last garrison attempting one last attempt to bring back the Empire." she replied. She then looked at the rag-tag band. Only 4 of them were police. 2 were armed with blaster pistols, the sergeant was armed with a carbine and the last was armed with an automatic rifle. There was a civilian woman with a hunting-rifle and a ganger with a pair of pistols. With this bombardment, it seems as though it had driven the Rodians together, rather than apart. She was a little glad of that. "Come on, we need to get to the palace and make sure that the governors are safe." she called. The Ganger looked a little annoyed. "Any objections?" she asked.

"No..." he replied. It was at this point that Kalami began to strip the robes from her armour until she was left with just the combat armour The band began to run towards the palace.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Thanks for replying to me @thewizardguy

I was thinking of throwing up an AU Angron from a Narrative Campaign me and a few friends did last year, if'n you don't mind sharing the 40k spotlight.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Just as Ace raised his hand to knock at the door, the great structure opened itself. Ace was calm under the circumstances, but still cautious, reaching in his jacket, he pulled out a Browning 9mm in case this turned out to be the usual "Door slams shut behind him and suddenly, there are 40 armed and angry Nazi's with MP40's pointed at his head" situation. Entering, he heard a voice call through what he assumed to be an intercomm system. "I see my name precedes me." he replied, not lowering his weapon. Villains were usually the most courteous of people. Giving him untold praise before leaving him wrestling an Alligator on a nose-diving plane. "Are you in the same position as me? Or are you one of the looney's that slung ol' Blue and Green's love-spuds on the barby?" he called, referencing the devastation outside.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

So, seeing as nobody is answering the door, should I just enter?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

So... Anyone gonna answer the door for Ace?

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Ace had finally reached the top of the statue, the strong wind lapped around his shiny outfit and made his hair flutter gracefully. He looked to see a few glowing lights off in the distance and... A Palace? "Well wax my body and use me as a surfboard, there is life in this burnt out husk." He then began climbing down the statue, then started to walk over to the palace. Along the way, he survayed the burnt out husks of the buildings. "Somebody had one hell of a barby." he mumbled. Finally, after several hours of walking he managed to get to the palace front door. He looked around it for a means of entry. Eventually, he just firmly rapped his knuckles on the solid door.

Spectacular!- A Superhero RP

@RumikoOhara I enjoy playing the only fun-loving character in those RP's.