POOHEAD189

Let sleeping dogs lie.

He started wondering to himself if they could give the damsel a gift big enough to hide her inside it.

@Sleater

Like a reverse bachelor party cake

Dragon Age: Seas Of Thedas

Rannon gave an approving nod towards Rili's small display of what he could do. He always respected those who worked with herbs, because of his mother. He absently reached for the pendant she had made him in his youth, but took his hand away before he could touch it. He was afraid the memories flooding back in his mind, and he was glad when Evelyn decided to speak up.

Perhaps it was the noise of the Tavern earlier, but he had failed to accurately hear her voice until now. He should have guessed she was Orlesian from her manner, but it was unmistakable with her speech. Not just her accent either, but her words. Rannon grew up among those who had a great distrust of their Orlesian neighbors, and he could feel the same prejudice rising within his breast. But he pushed the feeling down and leaned forward, large hands together as his forearms rested on the table.

Once she was done addressing him and Feri, he spoke up. "If I don't become first mate, that's fine by me. Honestly I was merely making a suggestion, because I've had to lead before. Though of course, the Captain-" he said, waving a hand at Vat-Katari. He leaned back in his chair once again, "-would be the true leader on this venture. I can fight, I can command, but I can take orders too, if the person giving them has my respect. You're right however, to be questioning. Same with the Captain. We should be judged by our deeds rather than what we say, all of us, for any position. If anyone has suggestions on how that's decided, I'm all ears."

STAR WARS: Bounty Hunters [Closed down]

@HeatI understand. Thanks for letting us know, my friend.

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

@IcePezzIt is! I think it'll be interesting to interact later as well, from how different they are.

"Shadows of the Past", a Warcraft Roleplay

@POOHEAD189

Good to see that that people outside are still interested and occasionally looking about at our little roleplay, despite its chaos and shenanigans ;)
And that's a brave promise *Looks back at the tonnes of text written*

(Just bear in mind though that we are not recruiting new members as of now)

@Sinerathin

I know. I tried to join a month ago and y'all weren't accepting. I was just saying if I ever have the time, I might look over some of the posts. I admit though, it seems like quite the affair.

Síðasta: A Tale of Fantasy

I shall find out where I am going tonight

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

Into The Dark: Sellswords

Honestly I'm very excited you guys have shown interested. You're all solid RP'ers and fun to work with!
@Sleater@Austronaut@frapet

I appreciate you guys looking as well! I've not done threads with y'all before (well, I believe I have with rush99999 once) but thank you!
@rush99999@ProjectOdin@LPFan

I'll give this another day or two, and then make the OOC. I'll tag everyone, but link it here as well just in case. It'll have a boatload of info on it, so be prepared.

Cold Front

While it was still prominent in the south, it was by no means a rule that people were prejudice against others. My father is a baptist minister, and he was born in 58'. He's never liked the idea of racism, and I don't believe my grandparents did either (we live in Alabama btw, though a lot of my family is in florida). Though yes, it could almost be a cultural thing to where you get used to having to deal with racists. Even I have, a little bit. I was born in 91' btw. Guess it helps I have a lot of native american ancestry.

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

@IcePezzSorry for putting you on the spot. I wasn't thinking