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I'm always up for demons.
Name - Tsim
Appearance -
Skills - Tsim travels quickly through the sands, swimming through it like a great fish or worm. This ability has also taught him the mastery of ambush. However Tsim is a scholar first and for most, with a wealth of knowledge, relics, and treasures at his disposal. Mostly willing to trade stories and talks of Culture rather than devour you.
Magical abilities - Tsim has extensive knowledge in the magic of illusion and is able to cast from a wide pool of spells. His only offensive abilities is his breath, taking the form of a solid stream of intense heat.
Backstory - Tsim has always been an advocate for peace among dragon kind, staying out of any and all major conflicts in recent history much like his forbears did. Sure when he was young and reckless he would go out and fight like a sword on the wind but those days have long since past after a run in with a very large and very powerful dragon. The batter was short lived and it shattered Tsim's confidence in his indestructability gained from youth. After nursing his wounds, Tsim dedicated himself to the work his ancestors started, the advancement and preservation of knowledge.
Through this pursuit Tsim has traveled throughout many lands, scouring desolate ruins from long dead civilizations and digging for their knowledge, treasures, and secrets. During one of these expeditions Tsim traveled to a dwarven hold, so ancient it was nearly recognizable as being such. In it he found many things, old tomes, hordes of gold, and mighty arms and armor. However there was something dark inside the depths, something that could never reach the surface nor could anyone else find it.
To prevent its discovery Tsim called upon his strongest mystical allies and together they hid the opening with a powerful illusion, causing anyone to come close to voluntarily decide to turn around and leave. In addition he moved his holding to the Desert of Flames for further protection and now lives as the guardian of Ulthage.
Holdings- The Desert of Flames
Current location- The Horde of Knowledge, Tsim's personal library.
Allegiance- Independent, several colleges of study and research.
Other
- IN HONOR OF RYLATH
- In generally a pacifist, but will fight tooth and nail when provoked.
- Harbors no ill will towards humans or dwarves, no one is responsible for their ancestors actions.
- Has a live and let live policy with the corrupted and even has a friend among the more mellow members.
Skills - Tsim travels quickly through the sands, swimming through it like a great fish or worm. This ability has also taught him the mastery of ambush. However Tsim is a scholar first and for most, with a wealth of knowledge, relics, and treasures at his disposal. Mostly willing to trade stories and talks of Culture rather than devour you.
Magical abilities - Tsim has extensive knowledge in the magic of illusion and is able to cast from a wide pool of spells. His only offensive abilities is his breath, taking the form of a solid stream of intense heat.
Backstory - Tsim has always been an advocate for peace among dragon kind, staying out of any and all major conflicts in recent history much like his forbears did. Sure when he was young and reckless he would go out and fight like a sword on the wind but those days have long since past after a run in with a very large and very powerful dragon. The batter was short lived and it shattered Tsim's confidence in his indestructability gained from youth. After nursing his wounds, Tsim dedicated himself to the work his ancestors started, the advancement and preservation of knowledge.
Through this pursuit Tsim has traveled throughout many lands, scouring desolate ruins from long dead civilizations and digging for their knowledge, treasures, and secrets. During one of these expeditions Tsim traveled to a dwarven hold, so ancient it was nearly recognizable as being such. In it he found many things, old tomes, hordes of gold, and mighty arms and armor. However there was something dark inside the depths, something that could never reach the surface nor could anyone else find it.
To prevent its discovery Tsim called upon his strongest mystical allies and together they hid the opening with a powerful illusion, causing anyone to come close to voluntarily decide to turn around and leave. In addition he moved his holding to the Desert of Flames for further protection and now lives as the guardian of Ulthage.
Holdings- The Desert of Flames
Current location- The Horde of Knowledge, Tsim's personal library.
Allegiance- Independent, several colleges of study and research.
Other
- IN HONOR OF RYLATH
- In generally a pacifist, but will fight tooth and nail when provoked.
- Harbors no ill will towards humans or dwarves, no one is responsible for their ancestors actions.
- Has a live and let live policy with the corrupted and even has a friend among the more mellow members.Oh snap, you won't find nothing on blackened lungs as its something I made up. I'll get rid of it if that's a problem.
Name: Kallax The Divided
Age: 3,231 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Chaos Blessed Human
Height: 17 feet
Weight: 7 tons
Appearance: Kallax's body is...chaotic to say the least, no pun intended. When he ventures into realspace sections of his body take attributes from the four gods of chaos.
Head: Corrupted by Grandfather Nurgle, a large horn pushes through the remnants of his helmet as pus, mucus, and blood leaks from his empty sockets. Occasionally a long, diseased tongue will slither out of a hole where a mouth should be.
Left arm: Bronze armor stained with ash and blood. Fairly normal save for the hand which has grown larger, red, and clawed.
Right Arm: "Enhanced" by the prince of pleasure. The arm ends in a large pincer that, when opened, unleashes a mass of tentacles that dance with electric energy.
Torso: A single large eye in the center of his chest, always darting about wildly until Kallax has something to focus on. His back is dominated by a large pair of wings, always changing from bloody and burning, perfect and feathery, plague ridden and foul, or confusing and bright.
Legs: Powerful and sturdy, ending in taloned feet not unlike the Raptors under his command.
Equipment: Daemon Sword, Daemonic hide.
Powers:
- Right Arm of Kallax: Beyond being a mass of barbed tentacles and a pincher to boot the arm can release a cone of energy that lights the nerves of those in front it alight, causing the most exquisite agony a mortal can feel. The lucky ones die quickly. (Acts as a heavy flamer)
- Eye of Kallax: The great eye in the center of his chest allows Kallax to periodically release either a long range laser, cutting through armor like butter or a shorter range bolt of pure plasma. (Lascannon-meltagun, promise not to abuse)
- Wings: Farily simple, allows Kallax to fly into the heat of battle and land atop his targets.
Rank Among Chaos: Daemon Prince
Bio: Kallax's was never a truly remarkable being, always over looked by people who were slightly better or more capable. However what most people never thought was that the dog they never paid attention to would have the biggest bite. It all started with one system, four hive worlds and an industrial planet. It was here,the Chelladren system, he would gain ascension.
Now take in mind that this isn't the first time Kallax had conquered a planet, this would just be the first he attempted something on this scale. Kallax started by implanting four cells of cultists in each planet, one for each god of chaos. In unison they began to stoke the flames of hatred, hedonism, disease, and trickery in all of the hive worlds until eventually each fell to chaos. The people who resisted were exterminated if they were lucky, the unlucky ones were used as sacrifices or for the whims of Slaaneshi cultists. Inevitably however, the fun had to end and the Inquisition came.
Unfortunately it was help that came far too late, while the hive words fell to chaos Kallax himself had been creating shrines along the fifth planet and turned it into a great conduit. In one moment 500 psykers were sacrificed upon the very alters they created, causing a great psykic backlash that rippled throughout the system and activating the shrines purpose of tearing the very souls out of the inhabitants bodies. Kallax dedicated the whole ordeal to Chaos itself, in the process gaining ascension. The last the Inquisition saw of the Challedran system was it being pulled into the warp.
Aligned: Undivided
Retinue: 5 obliterators, 18 Slaaneshi Warp Talons, 16 Khornate Berserkers, 12 Plague Marines, 12 Noise Marines, 4 Chaos Sorcerers, 250 Undivided Marines, 4,000 Chaos Cultists divided equally between the 4 Gods.
Age: 3,231 years old
Gender: Male
Race: Chaos Blessed Human
Height: 17 feet
Weight: 7 tons
Appearance: Kallax's body is...chaotic to say the least, no pun intended. When he ventures into realspace sections of his body take attributes from the four gods of chaos.
Head: Corrupted by Grandfather Nurgle, a large horn pushes through the remnants of his helmet as pus, mucus, and blood leaks from his empty sockets. Occasionally a long, diseased tongue will slither out of a hole where a mouth should be.
Left arm: Bronze armor stained with ash and blood. Fairly normal save for the hand which has grown larger, red, and clawed.
Right Arm: "Enhanced" by the prince of pleasure. The arm ends in a large pincer that, when opened, unleashes a mass of tentacles that dance with electric energy.
Torso: A single large eye in the center of his chest, always darting about wildly until Kallax has something to focus on. His back is dominated by a large pair of wings, always changing from bloody and burning, perfect and feathery, plague ridden and foul, or confusing and bright.
Legs: Powerful and sturdy, ending in taloned feet not unlike the Raptors under his command.
Equipment: Daemon Sword, Daemonic hide.
Powers:
- Right Arm of Kallax: Beyond being a mass of barbed tentacles and a pincher to boot the arm can release a cone of energy that lights the nerves of those in front it alight, causing the most exquisite agony a mortal can feel. The lucky ones die quickly. (Acts as a heavy flamer)
- Eye of Kallax: The great eye in the center of his chest allows Kallax to periodically release either a long range laser, cutting through armor like butter or a shorter range bolt of pure plasma. (Lascannon-meltagun, promise not to abuse)
- Wings: Farily simple, allows Kallax to fly into the heat of battle and land atop his targets.
Rank Among Chaos: Daemon Prince
Bio: Kallax's was never a truly remarkable being, always over looked by people who were slightly better or more capable. However what most people never thought was that the dog they never paid attention to would have the biggest bite. It all started with one system, four hive worlds and an industrial planet. It was here,the Chelladren system, he would gain ascension.
Now take in mind that this isn't the first time Kallax had conquered a planet, this would just be the first he attempted something on this scale. Kallax started by implanting four cells of cultists in each planet, one for each god of chaos. In unison they began to stoke the flames of hatred, hedonism, disease, and trickery in all of the hive worlds until eventually each fell to chaos. The people who resisted were exterminated if they were lucky, the unlucky ones were used as sacrifices or for the whims of Slaaneshi cultists. Inevitably however, the fun had to end and the Inquisition came.
Unfortunately it was help that came far too late, while the hive words fell to chaos Kallax himself had been creating shrines along the fifth planet and turned it into a great conduit. In one moment 500 psykers were sacrificed upon the very alters they created, causing a great psykic backlash that rippled throughout the system and activating the shrines purpose of tearing the very souls out of the inhabitants bodies. Kallax dedicated the whole ordeal to Chaos itself, in the process gaining ascension. The last the Inquisition saw of the Challedran system was it being pulled into the warp.
Aligned: Undivided
Retinue: 5 obliterators, 18 Slaaneshi Warp Talons, 16 Khornate Berserkers, 12 Plague Marines, 12 Noise Marines, 4 Chaos Sorcerers, 250 Undivided Marines, 4,000 Chaos Cultists divided equally between the 4 Gods.
This looks really cool, I'll throw my hat in.
If you are still taking than I would be interested in joining.
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The song was about to end when the sound of a sickening crunch was heard, along with the sound of metal impacting metal. Turning swiftly towards the sound, Daisy found the source under the foot of a large bot. The thing had snuck up on her and the only thing that alerted her to its presence was the sound of crushing bones. The air became deathly quiet as the two bots stared at each other and the music stopped. What could have only been seconds seemed to stretch for an eternity. Then the beast attacked.
With a roar the bot charged and lept at Daisy, leaving her little time to react as two collided. Daisy was almost toppled, her sturdy legs keeping the weight from overwhelming her as her arms kept the death promising arms at bay. However the bot was heavy and she could only hold it for so long. Taking a gamble, Daisy allowed the the beast right claw sink towards her armor as she lined up her shot. A superficial scratch but worth it as the Hammer had a clear shot of the things face.
There was a sound of thunder and the bot reeled back as the hammers rail tech activated, causing the side of the beasts face to crumple under the force of the blow. Taking a step back Daisy was able to orient herself in a more defensive manner. The bot wasn't exactly in her usual perimeters but it was large enough for her attacks to be effective at the very least. Disoriented as the creature was, Daisy did the only rational thing and charged the bastard.
"You will pay for your transgressions Defiler!" She yelled as she gave it a taste of her charge, pushing the both of them through a weak wall and out into a corridor of some sort.
The battle moved from the corridor to an area much larger, lots of debris to toss around. The battle was looking to be more or less a stalemate, the Defiler covered with dents and Daisy having several good slashes. With room to breath the two circled one another, waiting for the next move.
Daisy never liked deactivation, sleep was fine but deactivation was another thing entirely. When she slept she was aware of her surroundings, her fate firmly in her hands and confidence that she would awaken. Deactivation took that away from her. Daisy could not nor would she ever find the words to describe what deactivation felt like, the best she could come up with would be empty but even then it gave too much to it. Deactivation was the complete and utter absence of feeling and she wouldn't wish it upon anyone.
As life returned to her body, Daisy was able to take in her surroundings and take stock of the situation. With a glance she could tell it wasn't great. The husks of other robots covered the ground in front of her and by the direction there weapons were pointed at, her, she assumed they were not allies. However when she looked to her sides what passed for her heart shattered. The remains of all eleven of her siblings were laid out in a circle, locked in battle for some and destroyed for others. In the center was a mass of skeletons, all wearing the tatters of lab coats and all very much dead. Creators flashed briefly in the back of Daisy's mind.
Shaking with barely held emotion, Daisy picked through the skeletons to the treasure they in turn protected. It was a small thing, tatters of her dress still clung stubbornly to the bones. Locked within its arms lay a worn and very dirty teddy bear. Scooping the whole bundle of dress and bone in Daisy's large hand, she found that her servos lost the ability to hold her weight anymore as she fell to the ground with a thud.
Daisy had no sounds for crying, never needed them up till this point. However that did not stop the high pitched wail of distress that tore its way from her core as she held the remains of the original Daisy close to her chest. It lasted awhile, the pain would last longer but that would be dealt with in time.
Carrying the original Daisy, Daisy brought her bones out into the light of day through the large hole in the science wing and after digging a hole buried her bones. Standing besides the mound, Daisy searched her library of music for several seconds before "Amazing Grace" could be heard throughout the air. It was her favorite song.
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