POOHEAD189

STAR WARS: Bounty Hunters [Closed down]

Gonna be posting tomorrow, gents

🦄 Darker Than Black - Merged With T.S.

Joseph 'Tank' Cooper

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He called in and reported all he knew, telling the folks back at the precinct about the evidence he had found, and asked about all else that had been reported in so far. "Appreciate it." he said, and put his cell back into his pocket, before letting out a breath. He could feel the wind against his hair as he stood up atop the building he had been investigating. Another officer approached him. "Sir, the entire perimeter is secure."
"Good." he said, and looked down at the block party, seeing all that was going on down there. Even after this, there was mingling and laughing, and a few broken reporters still gathering themselves up, he saw. He'd go congratulate the dream team, before going to find something to eat elsewhere. He doubted the blonde that messed up his ride would let him stick around to eat. "What else are we doing, sir?" the officer asked him. "Why are you asking me? I'm off duty." he told him, giving him a wink and heading downstairs.

Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

Question, would a companion be too much to ask? I want my guy to be a Vault Dweller, but I want to recreate my fondest memories of killing wasteland scum with a ghoul buddy by my side. Or a dog. Or a mutated alligator named Sebastian.

Conspiracy-Closed

I will probably have time to post on the morrow!

40K: The Holy Ordos

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:

IC

The door burst open, smoke pouring forth into the cultist's hidden chamber. One man stood upon a dias in sacrilegious robes, and three zealouts stood naked as the day they were born, bleeding from a dozen wounds carefully etched upon their chests to make the mark of Tzeentch. Before the three, bubbling up from the blood of their wounds, was a lesser Daemon that was still forming before them. However, they all spun from their ritual to try and decipher who kicked in their door.

Two bolter rounds cut through the smoke and felled a zealot, and another made a blood spattered ruin out of the second one. The third screeched like a mad man and flailed about as the stately figure of Hieronymus strode into the room. "Unholy scum." he said, slicing the zealot in half before unloading his pistol's remaing blessed rounds into the maw of the growing daemon, destroying it before it could fully form. The cultist leader cowered against the back wall, holding his book of daemon lore.

Hieronymus Fletch suddenly turned his way, his gaze as sharp as a dagger. He knew the man, this Daemon summoner. He had been the lowly merchant Hieronymus had seen in the poor quarter not two days ago.
"How did you find us!?" the man begged, shuddering as the Inquisitor calmly approached him. With his flowing robes and thrumming power sword, he cut a figure that sent a wave of despair over this defiler.

"Oh, all I needed to do was look at the data logs of the Compound, to see who was entering at odd times. I did some investigatory work and discovered you had bought many...questionable items recently. I simply had to place a tracker upon you as you slept. But I digress. It's time to finish this."
He calmly reloaded his pistol as the man began to stammer.
"Hieronymus please! I-I was onl-"
The bolder round flew through the man's forehead, ending his life and his lies. The Inquisitor lowered his weapon, and closed his eyes, muttering a prayer for the Emperor to send this man to the hell where he belonged.

Relationships with Other Characters: WIP

Era of Succession(Closed)

Hider

Between the Sarmakth Dominion and The Musashi Empire in unclaimed space.

High Lord Jarshen slammed his fist atop the council table. The balding man's head was drenched in sweat, and his eyes were wide with disbelief. "What the fuck do you mean, they've taken sector 5?" he demanded. Apart from his High secretary, no one else was in the room except the holograms of the planet's council. Usually there were 8 members, but 4 had gone silent the past hour. Now there was just Lord Seltun from sector 6, Varsen from sector 3, and Hektun from sector 7. High Lord Jarshen commanded from the North pole of the planet Elsian, formerly known as Hexana millennia ago.

How were they doing this? How did they get into the system so quickly, and through Second Imperium space? He had merely thought there was a paltry force of them at that, but somehow they had effectively managed to-
"No! Get Harkem in here!" the High Lord demanded, referring to General Harkem of the PGF (Planetary Ground Forces). He had been visiting on a routine yearly meeting with High Lord Jarshen when these Hexanagallions had shown up. Almost in a flash, as if he was having a near death experience, he recalled the message given an hour previous.

Humans, this is War Commander Valten of the Honored Resurgence Forces. You stand upon the precipice of annihilation. Even now our ships encroach upon your system. Our reason is to take back the planet we called home many years ago, and to liberate the non-human species you use as servants and beasts of burden. However, we are not without mercy. Our terms are simple. Leave within a galactic standard year, and agree to free all slaves within 4 weeks from today. We will allow free passage for you and all of your civilians. Comply within the hour, or be exterminated.

High Lord Jarshen clenched his teeth. He'd hoped to stall for more time! Replying back an hour later and trying to negotiate had been what all the other lords had advised him. What kind of creatures would do this!? Unbeknownst to him, another Councilor Seltun from Sector 6 behind him disappeared during that brief flashback interval. He wouldn't have this! "DAMMIT. I SAID GET HARKEM IN HERE NO-"
The council doors burst open from an unknown explosion. A force knocked the High Lord into the wall, and sudden heat and fiery light filled his vision and senses. He hit the floor hard, crumpling and grunting. His leisurely lifestyle had made him weak and fragile.
His eyes barely opened, and he saw a Sauren image standing before the flames of the entrance like an apparition. The image began to stride into the Council room, followed by others as well.
Jarshen was lifted up effortlessly by a 3 fingers hand, and he gazed upon a face that was utterly Alien. "Do you comply now?" it asked, its voice deep and grating.
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Hider

Near the Border System of Fel'blade.@Sigma

Warmaster Daixanos stood tall as he passed his planning room. Smooth Xarkonian metal from his home system covered the oft visited room, and in fact was the main material for building this artificial world. This world, known as Raulek, was one of the first and oldest 'Space Stations' the Hexanagallion's had made when their population had exceeded what their first system, now known as Hexa 1, could sustain. It was built for mostly military purposes, though, all space stations and planets had many areas and components strictly military.
Still, he was not going into the room yet. Only to meet his fleet commander down the hall, Commander Krux. With heavy footsteps befitting his great stature (even among his own kind), Daixanos strode into the Commander's quarters. "And why have you called me?" the red armored Warmaster asked. Krux's back was turned as he was in the middle of speaking to his generals until they were interrupted. Krux spoke bluntly, as was his usual manner. "We've received word from our outposts that a large incursion of enemy ships are approaching our System, Warmaster." Krux wore his orange body armor, with custom scythe like spikes along his arms that Daixanos had seen him use to devastating effect in melee combat.
"From where?" Warmaster Dax asked.
"Probably a retaliation from the machines of Agonis."
"Defilers" one Hexanagallion General muttered.
"It matters not I suppose. Mobilize the navy." The Warmaster ordered.
"It is a large force. Here's hoping this gives us a good fight. Killing all these humans has left me wanting to face a real enemy to test my mettle."
"Don't let your excitement override your good sense."
"Of course not. It's why I am where I am."
"Good luck, old friend."
Krux grinned. "Tell that to those who dare attack."

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

With all this money from these side quests, I could probably just post that Dax happens upon the sinking ship while touring around in his new party yacht

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

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Hey, I was making a Dwarf first. Get to the back of the line.

@Dragoknighte

After all these years, you should have seen this coming. Dwarves are MY THING. We can be buddies, though.

[IC/OOC] God and Country - A low-fantasy renaissance NRP of religion and discovery

@AristoDon't let me hold you up my friend. My sheet should be ready in a day or two, but unless you guys are specifically traversing through Lancea, I don't mind people beginning to post.