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Let sleeping dogs lie.

The Dwarf Slayer tilted his head, uncrossing his arm(s) and placed the appendage on his hip as his other hand held the tankard. "So we're just gonna grab some manling lass from the flighty tongue lands and bring her here? I'm thinking there has to be some complications here, though even if there is, I wouldn't care too much. Name me price ye say?" Sketti pursed his fat lips and looked inwardly, before nodding not moments later. He gave a small burp and then nodded. "Alright."

The Dwarf was thinking of walking up to the Duke and looking him square in the eye. That might have been the smart thing to do. But he wasn't often an untrusting or grumpy Dwarf. His company gave him an excuse to be, though. He finally made his mind up and spoke up. "Yer going tae pay me however much I need in order to buy a small spit of land wherever I choose, and a shop to work in to make all me gadgets and engines. Oh, and free beer from your manor whenever I visit. Ye best keep your pantries filled."

'Sup.

It's very lovely to meet you @aeuternus

Ignore.

Hope he's alright.

Ordo Malleus Inquisitor

Name: Hieronymus Fletch

Age: 67

Gender: M

Role: Inquisitor

Ordos: Malleus

Appearance: Brown hair cropped short, with grey eyes and scarred face, Heironymus cuts an impressive and stately visage. He has broad shoulders and is finely cut in his physique, though his skin is now growing weathered from the years and battles. He dons the typical Inquisitor apparel, a holy symbol upon his chest and a harsh, observant look upon his iron eyes.

Picture in his youth fighting Tau forces

Personality: Justice, faith, and knowledge would be the three words to describe Heironymus. He has an unyielding sense of truth and punishment, undeterred by the vast array of forces he must face. Long years as an inquisitor have made him very calculating and well read, his wisdom growing with each successful (and sometimes unsuccessful) mission. He's not above finding cynical humor, and appreciate comradeship with his fellow inquisitors or any Imperial guard/Astartes he must work with.

History: Born as a native to Cadia, he was adopted into the military and took to it as a fish takes to water. He decided to make it his career, and saw his first campaign against rebels in a nearby system, shutting them down quickly and effortlessly. Or so it seemed, until from the blood of those he and his comrades had killed rose a Demon of Khorne. It took their psycker and all of their weapons combined to defeat it. It was a fight he'd never forget.

His next campaign saw him and his fellows taking on the Tau, vying over a planet that eventually needed to be given an exterminatus. Despite the obvious Xenos threat, Hieronymus was certain that the powers of chaos must have been the ones pulling the strings, convinced from his fight with the demon that they were the single greatest threat to the galaxy. Hieronymus began questioning captured Xenos on their motivations for trying to conquer the planet. The Inquisitor that ordered the exterminatus heard rumors of the soldier's zealous hatred to the Demon kind and observed him for a time, before being convinced that the Cadian would make a fine Inquisitor. 35 years, various campaigns, hundreds of books, and foiled Demonic plots later, Hieronymus is now an adept and dangerous member of the Inquisition.

Philosophy: Puritan

Skills & Abilities: Skilled at melee and ranged. Investigatory skills. Well read and knowledgeable.

Retinue Members: None at this time.

Equipment:

• Bolt Pistol (with blessed rounds)
• Blessed Power Sword
• Frag Grenades
• Krak Grenades
• Psyk-out Grenades
• Holy Book of the Imperium

Miscellaneous: WIP

Relationships with Other Characters: WIP

The Elder Scrolls: Rage of the Waves

I'll probably be reading up on y'alls adventures. Love everyone's character so far.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

@R31GNNo problem!
@AirBenderHope you sleep well
@NarilThank yooouuu

Valkyria Chronicles: Lions of the South

Hope this is satisfactory for my lack of VC knowledge

Colin 'Crackshot' Nelson

Name: Colin 'Crackshot' Nelson
Gender: M
Age: 22
Appearance: His dark hair and eyes contrast his fair skin, Colin is lean but trim. He has long legs and an endearing, attractive quality to his face. When not in uniform, he wears a vest over a linen shirt, with long, baggy utility pants with many pockets. He wears two red wristbands and a leather belt, with a belt buckle shaped into the Atlantic Federation insignia.

Rank: Private First Class
Class: Scout
Weapons and Equipment:

• Gallian-1
• 3 B-Type M1 Grenades
• Ragnaid

Personality: Crackshot is quick on his feet, within his head, and with his rifle. He finds something to talk about generally, and can sometimes find himself thinking so fast that his words haven't caught up and he trips over them. While this makes social situations sometimes awkward (sometimes it's in his favor, having a wit to match) it's excellent for his role as a scout. He makes decisions fast and shots even faster, retreating before anyone realizes he is there. He has a kind heart that he wears on his sleeve, but he's not above making a joke or two about someone he considers close enough to be a friend.

Bio: Colin's folks were common people living within the Atlantic Federation, right on the brink of the Principality of Gallia. His father was a baker, and his mother oversaw the business. They had three kids, Colin being the middle child. His father would often take his two sons (Colin, and his older brother David) hunting in the mountains. It was good practice, and bonding time for the three Nelson men. His sister tended to stay at the bakery and held their mother hold down the fort during these adventures.

When the war broke out, his parents lost the bakery when they fled from the encroaching warzone. Colin and David decided to enlist, David quickly becoming a field officer while Colin did the best that he could, eventually being witnessed as a quick and fine shot with his rifle during training. He eventually gained the nickname crackshot, for his tendancy to fire accurately with little aiming, though it was also a running joke, since he had very nearly accidentally hit a few allies as well with his lack of observation. He remembered his hunting forays with his family, and eventually grew calmer and more competent, and became an accomplished scout.

RP Sample:
"Now when we get back, you'll need to sweep up the place and spend time with your mother." his father told him. Colin nodded, turned the corner and fired, hitting the bull seye right along the tree almost perfectly. His brother David watched, shaking his head. "Now if that was a wolf, that would have been fine. But that could have easily been your sister." his father said. David took the rifle from Colin, aimed a split second longer, and fired. It hit the bulls eye perfectly. "Take your time..."
Colin scratched the back of his head and sighed. "You're right. I can't help it sometimes" he admitted, giving a nervous chuckle.
"You'll get it" his father said. "I have faith"

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

@NarilYou did grand! Though Beren was right beside them as well . No worries though.

I think I'll post a reaction from my guy real quick @ everyone, just because most everything about Kiera's post is right up his alley. Can't wait for the action to start btw.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

@DervishYou can do it!

Iron shogun [Steampunk, Feudal Japan inspired]

In

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

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