Pathfinder

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

@Dealdric
You got a Warboss I can work under?

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

@neogreggory
I could help you out there, I was planning on a Warboos or Nob.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

A deep, rumbling growl filled his rooms as Daniel heard the alarm, body shaking as he began the daily process of figuring out what the hell has happened to him this morning. The first thing he noticed was that he was blind in his left eye, something had grown into it sometime during the night and even with his extra eyes he couldn't see what it was. Grumbling he pulled himself from the corner of his room to face the large, cracked mirror to finally get a good look at himself. It wasn't pretty.

His mouth was too full of teeth, sharp things that rose from his bottom jaw like a pillar of savagery. To make matters worse a tusk had grown and curled into his eye socket, digging everything out on its self-destructive journey to his brain. With something between a sigh and a grumble, Daniel lifted his right hand to his face, a mass of beak tipped tentacles, and wrapped many of them around the offending lump of enamel and yanked it free with a crack. A muffled roar could be heard outside of the cell. Spitting the blood into the sink, Daniel mentally hyped himself as he raised his left fist, a club made of leathery flesh and bone, and socked himself in the mouth in a spray of blood and splinters.

By the time the guards had arrived a new set of teeth had began to poke from his gums but blood still ran down his chin like a stream. The guards did their routine, at least ten of them with high-powered weapons of some sort were stationed around with each death belcher aimed at him. He spat a large glob of blood at the feet of the head guard and there was a tense moment as all the weapons made a chik noise as they readied themselves for trouble, before a gurgling laugh crawled out of Daniel's chest. The guards didn't think it was funny.

The blood had mostly clotted as a stepped into the auditorium, maw now filled with shark-like teeth but missing any and all lips. A fair trade in his mind. He scanned the area and found that the numbers ahead of him had already filled in but the majority had yet to arrive, so he just zeroed in on Sister and plopped his bulk down with a Whump, taking a minute to settle himself before waggling his tentacled hand in greeting.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@Scarescrow
We're pretty much always open my dude.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

You guys figure this is a better picture for Daniel? The armor on the first one is a little... antiquated and this one is a little more modern. Yay or nay?

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@Inertia
I will say when I formed Daniels opinion on Blink it was more like he doesn't care that he talks much or is blunt, mean words don't really affect him so he'd just kinda listen to him ramble on, maybe talk back if his mouth lets him.

Rebirth: Return of the Dragons!

Kroq-Gar

Name:
Kroq-Gar, though he introduces himself as Gar

Gender:
Male

Species:
Dragon

Age:
Hatchling

Appearance (A good overall representation of his look):
While not particularly longer than your average Hatchling, being roughly around two and a half feet in length, Kroq-Gar is much heavier than his peers. His limbs are already thick with muscle, ending with wicked little claws, and his flesh is covered in a tough, leathery hide. The head is a primeval, savage thing filled with knife like teeth and framed with harsh ridges that give his gaze a sinister quality. This combination of features would make for an intimidating creature if not for the fuzzy, dark brown plumage that covers his head, neck, torso, wings, and first half of his tail. His right wing is deformed and it is unlikely he will ever truly fly.

Personality:
Gar is equal parts youthful curiosity and endless optimism. To him the world is one big adventure open to him, a place of endless mysteries just waiting to be explored. Gar loves to talk with others, asking a never ending stream of questions about anything that can catch his attention, always hungry for more answers. The only times he seems to calm down is when he's either sunbathing, or staring unflinchingly into the sun as he contemplates it.

Bio: Kroq-Gar was born near the middle of the other eggs, surrounded by them as his own egg radiated warmth and faint light. His own slumber was filled with the gentle whispers of his parent's, great warriors of their time who died in valiant guardianship. By the time of his own awakening, heralded by a brilliant explosion of light as his egg burst open, Kroq-Gar knew his name and purpose, but not what it really meant to be a protector or the meaning of "true strength".

Power:
Speaker of the Dead - Kroq-Gar is able to commune with the spirits of his ancestors, learning from them and sharing in their power. Eventually, he may be able to summon spectral manifestations into the world to assist him in his endeavors. However, to do so he must first earn the spirits respect to gain their knowledge and power, reluctant as they are to give away something to the unworthy.

Type of Dragon:
Primordial Sun Dragon - The progenitor of what would become the Royal Sun Dragons and cousins with Fire Dragons, the Primordial Sun Dragons are an incredibly old breed with a strong spiritual connection with the sun.

Unlike the harsh heat emitted by Fire Dragons or the gentle warmth generated by Royal Sun Dragons, Primordial Sun Dragons have an aura of aggressive heat that could be equated to standing next to a fire that's a little too big for complete comfort but not big enough to back away from. Unlike the great gouts of flame released by Fire Dragons, Primordial Sun Dragons release concentrated beams of light and fire that could melt the scales off of a Fire Dragon. Their feathers do not carry the magical properties of their Royal descendants but they do glow with radiant light and are perpetually warm even when plucked or fallen.

Family:
Torok-Gar and Quatzel-Gar, deceased but always watching.

Friends:
None... yet.

Sentimental Attachment:
The Sun and warmth in general.

Other:

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

As a side note, I've been eating the paper between cheese slices unknowing since I made this sandwich. I've eaten 75% of it.

//: Project:EVE : (OPEN)

@Zoey White
I know I am, I'm a regenerating nightmare monster that can only fight in close ranges. I'm going to get absolutely THRASHED over the course of this RP.

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@Zoey White
As I see it, unless specifically stated, we all have "plot armor". We aren't indestructible but we aren't going to die anytime soon because this is more of a play-by-post collaborative story than a game we can lose.

Wait, I know what you're talking about now. Nevermind.