Portal Sword

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

I just noticed i posted this in the interest check instead of a propper thread.

The Neighborhood Watch

Carl Knight

Jacket

Age: 20
Gender: Male
Occupation: Design Student & Bodybuilder.

Appearance: Hight 6ft, Eyes blue, Hair Black,

Tattoo

Background:
Sometimes you just need a Knight.

Carls family lives out of a grand old bricks and mortar townhouse just next to mainstreet. The property is highly desired but has remained in the family since the 1950s when the family patriarch moved to Redstone as returning victors from world war 2. The house has five rooms and is famed for its period decor, mythical extra room, and for its denizens being almost 3rd generation Redstonians.
The families Patriarch Stanley Knight works as a machine tool engineer and salesman, and is in high demand all around Arizona. Though his chief passion is classical music. Having forked out enough money for his own sound mixing and recording desk in the extra room, Carls father sometimes returns home from buisness trips with rare records of both classical and country music from the 20s and has been in the local newspaper on occassion and hosted extremely rare recordings at public gatherings of unknown musicians from the 1800 and so on.

Carls cramped room gives host to his bodybuilding equipment, though hes been at it for a little over 4 years he has great gainz and explosive power. He spends most of his income on supplements to keep his physique growing. His wardrobe is host to a number of old Army jackets, which he swaps out on laundry day, as-well as genes. Set a little to the side is his laptop and consol along with a quaint old whicker chair which he bought himself from a flea market. Next to his plasma screen the entire series of X files is proudly displayed along with a plastic halloween jack-o-lantern.

In the drive way is his fathers vehicle of choice, a Ford Crown Victoria and in the garden out back is Carls bicycle. Having a bicycle allows Carl to ride back and forth from campus and the GYM. It also isnt too bad for building his lower-body strength.

Personality: (how does your character behave? what are their strengths and flaws?)
Carls personality can be best described as joking but not a jock. Carl Knight always saw the other students as someone deserving of his protection, never his scorn. No matter how bad a day you were having you couldnt take it out on someone else, thats just lacking in courage!
Carl studies design, mostly the professors are starting him on chicken feed; t-shirts and posters, but soon he hopes to be designing keyboards and mouses and other electronics. He was enthusiastic when he leant the amount of detail that goes into a shopping cart, not to mention the new dock for the scanner. Such things fill his mind with dreams of redesigning his entire world!!! A place where big people dont need to be afraid.
Carl has known a few lunks in his time and mostly doesnt have time for the self-actualisation of making smaller kids lifes harder.
Carls favourite passtime, aside form the GYM, is his console and his figurine collection. He just recently completed Killzone 2 and is a prolific online team death match player. When it comes to his preferred role he always picks the Tactician. His KDR (Kill Death Ratio) is around 1 in 20 and usually in the top 3 leaderboards online.

Connections: (family, friends, rivals, or any notable ties to the town or other characters. collaboration with other interested parties is encouraged)

Father: Stanley Knight
Mother: Leesa Knight
Sisters: Francis and Winter Knight
Brother: Ross Knight
Grandfather: Donald Knight (Open for collaboration with anyone who might know the old timer Donald.)

Emerging Power: Ever since the event at Graces cafe, Carl has been able to sense the slightest breath on his skin, the slightest tinge of currents of air, the ever so subtle heat change of a person standing 7 or 8 meters away. For the first 3 days he couldnt even tolerate the heat change of going into a shower. After about a week he had it under control. Carl has the ability to detect the presence of persons or animals anywhere nearby him by their bodyheat alone, or the subtlety of their breathing. From this he can determine how hot the creature is, or weather it is breathing because it is exhausted or very big.

Personal Motivations:
Apart from Carls obsession with the X files box set. He doesnt attach much significance to paranormal. Seeing it mostly as a diversion.
What does grind his gears is bullies. Ever since he witnessed someone gossiping behind someones back at his highschool about the cripple kid Watkins he has detested those who strike at each other from the shadows. They don't know how hard Watkins worked before he tore himself a new one. In Knights view that makes him even more of a hero and those who criticise him merely feared standing in his shadow.

Additional Notes:
Carls Grandfather Donald Knight used to take him trail walking out by the Pine forest. Even promised to show him the old shack by the jeep trail. [New location suggested, old jeep trail shack].

Personal Hex Code: FFF8DC Cream

The Neighborhood Watch

I see theres still space for 1 more! I'll get on assembling my submission.

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

= Jasper Coldwell Creek =

Inventory:
x1 Flight Suit
x1 Twin-liked Custom-job Laspistols,
x1 Best Quality mesh vest & kneepads,
x1 Trusty Sawed-off shotgun, (x2 inferno bolts)
x1 Rigged-up Krak grenades,
x1 Aquila pattern jump pack,
x2 Galaxy pattern las,
x1 Master Crafted Omni-tool

Wyrd powers:
"Pyrophoric"
Empower a shot with the blaze trait, whether it is small or large the entire area is engulfed with warpspawned flames that cannot be put out until the user snaps their fingers. This has a veriety of uses, but most notably requires 5 seconds focus to empower, the actual danger of flame that cannot be extinguished is only known to antiquity.

"Telekelemetry"
The user has the ability to commune with the machine spirit of various common imperial designed machines. Wether it be the size of a bike or a titan the user has greater control over the direction and power of its motive forces. Wether it be its weapon systems or the servos governing its movement, the user is akin to a magician to the tech priest of Mars and this has led Jaspers Clan to fame, earning them the designated cog of mars. A medallion that he pinned to the exterior of his mesh vest. This cog allows him to practice wyrd powers though does not absolve him of the scrutiny of the magos. This ability requires constant concentration.

Pokemon:
Ball 1 - ???
Ball 2 - ???
Ball 3 - ???

Skills:
"Magician"
Creek is a magician, a magic man and a mystic. A trained magician Jasper has more up his sleeve than a deck of cards, though he is easily as likely to win a high stakes game at the gamblers table as he is to reach fame on the tele-screen. Able to step between the shadows and virtually disappear any time he isnt being locked at, this was the Creek Clans foremost fame until their wyrd powers were discovered by the mechanicus catapulting them to fame and fortune. Equally able to debug the foul datasprites of the titanicus and hive fusion generators they have found their affinity for technology invaluable to anyone wishing to wage war. So much so that the mechanicus has awarded their Clan with a blank check... now if only mechanicus were to have a wider presence on Necromunda...

"Pilot"
Being a skilled pilot is as easy to Jasper as flight is to a bird-type. However navigation had to be studied to become perfected. Tutored by only the finest Savants the Admech could find the young 23 year old Jasper was tutored not just in stellar navigation but in ground navigation. This comes in especially usefull in the ash wastes where not only the valkyrie but also the jump pack see regular use to traverse such long distances as the equator. Yet to be roped into Zains conquest ambitions Jasper seeks to make a quick throne by working as a pilot.

"[Hidden Skill 1]"

"[Hidden Skill 2]"

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

= Jasper Coldwell Creek =

The ashey wastey dust flows long, wind rustling over the dunes,
The wind whips into rivulets which then converge into rivers, which themselves converge into oceans.
The wind rips through the air with the sound of a tearing manifold.
The peak of the keel of a ship is visible.

Ambiance

youtube.com/watch?v=XjgE34-Gt2A

The Extended sleep gas trickled out of the oxygen mask inside the cryo pod. An emergency rune flicked up on the cryo display, purging the pod of its frosty contents. The pod casing creaked open with the sound of a rusty screen door. The body of the pilot slumped outwards onto the deck floor and immediately was awake on his hands and knees. A huge inrush of air and Jasper feels his lungs inflate and coughs out a cloud of hazy ice crystals into the half illuminated dusk of the cargo hold of the ship. Where in Emperos name am i... he was dizzy and his eyes bloodshot from the decompression of cold to heat.

Unsteadily he reached his left boot forwards under his hip and then his right. There was a clank in the compartment. Thats familiar. This must be my ship... my Valkyrie... thats right...
Stumbling over to the pilots chair he snatched at the maps... thats the last time i leave this thing on auto pilot. He glanced over at the autopilot panel, which had taken the impact badly and several wires were poking out of the casing. Good riddance.
He unfurled the map and laid it out straight on the pilots control panel. Where in the dusk am i? I was supposed to be landing at the space port in the Ultramar sector. He then felt the hair prick up on the back of his neck. Spinning around he raised one hand and prepped one of his wyrd powers. Instead his eyes met with the sorry sight of the skeleton of the other pilot. Poor blighter.
He stepped forward and lifted the dog tag chain around its neck. What was your name... "Manford", well, he tisked, i wonder how well you can be after a few years as a skelleton. The light was half lit from the cockpit glass showing a streaming mass of sand that tickled at the crystal.
My Clan paid good money to deliver me here, instead you took me to... he tapped the cockpit gps with his elbow and a feed of navigational coordinates fed out. To throne knows where... Shame... Still, no reason not to put you to good use. He went to his hip and pulled out the biopsy syringe. Anywhere juicy left on you bud? He stabbed the syringe injector into the femur and extracted a few centilitres of bone marrow.
Then he went over to the cryo-vat. Good thing this doubles as a cloning vat... with a few modifications. He took out his omni-tool.
After questing for an entrenching tool, from the hold and putting Manford to rest in a ditch outside the ship a ways away. Rest in peice... or until we meet again.
He wrapped around his waste his set of gunbelts. Two heavily customised laspistols hung freely in their holsters, which he tied around the thighs. Time to take stock of the essentials.
Trudging back to the open slide-hatch the new Manford was busy forming. First a nascent lump of cells, soon a whole femor, then tissues, then stomach.

Jasper then wondered over to the pokecenter. Not many planets had ever seen a pokemon, but on the planet he came from they were widespread. Clicking on the center display, an original his Clan had built. The 3 pokeballs were ejected into a hopper, he removed them and attached them to the belt loops via magna-clamp. Hope they'd been all-right. But then he sight in relief and remembered they were in suspended animation.

Moving back into the ship, he noticed there were 2 galaxy pattern lasguns in a stockade. Aswell as cases of 24 las packs. More than hed ever need. He immidiatly rigged 3 of the las packs into a krak grenade. Using mud-tape to tie them together and wiring them up with some of the loose cabling from the auto navigator. He brushed the dust off of his flight suit. In a case next to the pokecenter he found his equipment. A set of magnoculars, and a imperium standard jump pack aswell as his trusty sawed-off. Flipping open the sawed-off he checked that it was still loaded with two rounds of inferno-bolts. The bolts were identical to the type found in his home town. He hoped the sawed-off was compatible with this planets bolter ammunition. But with any luck, it was imperial standardised. He attached the sawed-off to the front of his mesh-vest via a quickdraw holster that traced from left to right.

He wondered over to the two chairs of the navigator and pilot, tapped a few of the switches into the upward position. +++RADIATION NOMINAL+++ echoed back the machine spirit. Now if only he could get the engines to come back on line. The fuel was still at 60%. Then he could limp his ship into space port. He pulled out the omni-tool, Allright old friend, time to get to work.

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

Oh, this is an Isaki? Might go for pokemon / necromunda ;D

The Pyres Never Stop Burning (Old-School Occult Horror/Mystery)

I'd like to join but only on the condition that i dont get a tarot reading. Im fine with horror settings but i dont tempt them in real life.

The Last Stand

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Name: Timothy Lambert

Approximate pronunciation: Mewn pohb dye-on-ee uh my goo-obr
Translation: There's reward in every goodness

Age: 24
Gender: M
Nationality: British
Occupation (pre-apocalypse): Sergeant
Current Role: Royal Marine Commando
Appearance:
Height: 6ft
Build: Stocky
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Clothing style: Royal Marines Green Berret, wollen jacket and trousers, suspenders, webbing and ammo pouches, small napsack.
Backstory (Pre-apocalypse):

I was raised in a small town called Barrow Hill in Wales, where the bluestones were carved for stone henge. When my mum was pregnant with me she took my dad up to the Barrow. When they were at the top she went into labour…

When i was a young man i fell in love with the natural world, would go out into the forrest with my mates or on my own. Dad would always scold me, telling me i lived in my own little world. He wanted me to go down the mines like him. But i tried hard to study and make something of myself. They changed their tune when i won a scholarship from school to study in London. So here i am, my sandwiches in my suitcase and my scholarship in hand getting off the train at Liverpool Street and someone hands me a newspaper “Mr. Chamberlain Declares it is Peace in our Time”… we all know how well that turned out.

I take the train to Unitarian College Aldewick, get into the Professors office to submit my papers. Professor Halifax asks me if im up to the challenge. I told him that ive read the Origin of Species twice over. He then goes into a long speech about the importance of “sport and education when taken together”. Practically signs me on to the College Rugby team himself. So a week later im getting 3 hot meals a day and reading more books than frankly… i care to.

We won our first rugby match, aswell. When im playing i like to imagine im one of the beasts we read about, i generally do better in the games when I'm pretending I'm a gazelle. The air raid sirens go off in the night. Almost everyone knows someone who's been killed. The Toffs look down their nose at us, but strangely that makes you popular here.

Timothy H. Lambert

Personality: Calm with a hint of Sardonic, Tim isnt the usual sergeant you'd expect to encounter as he is less of a loudmouth and mother hen, and more of a blade in the dark, forward operator style. Known to have played rugby as a winger, he is lithe and bemuscled, his expertise with his weapons is near preternatural, having owed his life to these weapons and no others for a long enough period to ensure that he would entrust his life to no others. He is always the best operator in the field while using his standard issue weapons, accept no substitute.
Skills:
Assuming the more skills you choose the more dilute your ability set.

Accept No Substitute: Whenever using his standard issue weapons, Timothy is a fearsome force on the battlefield. Whether its his M1928 Thompson, or his .357 Magnum Revolver heavy pistol. The Thompson can hose down enemy formation with its 50 round drum and his heavy pistol can follow up with accurate head-shots. He also carries a Lee Enfield SMLE on a strap over his shoulder, it is equipped with a pre-loaded rifle grenade. He carries a further 5 rifle grenades in his napsack. When required he quickly switches from the Thompson and unshoulders the Lee, to deliver a grenade on target. Capable of shocking a half-track, each grenade is a precious resource... one which he is overly easy with.

ESP: "Extra Sensory Perception", Timothy scored low on the psykick detection initiative test. While not a true psykick, he possess some limited abilities. Ability 1.) "Touch Field" When times are quiet and not blitzed with gunfire from one of hitlers buzzsaws, Timothy can reach out with his mind up to 50m and detect the presence of an enemy, he can feel the movement of the enemy through the air and the position of their limbs, he can feel the enemy though he cannot see them as with true clairvoyance. Ability 2.) "Astral Project (A.)" Timothy can grap small light objects and move them by placing one hand on his temple. The weight of the object cannot be more than a K98k rife. But he can potentially move the bolt back so that the breech unlocks when the nazi doesnt want him to. Thus rendering it unfunctional.

Zoology: Before the outbreak of war Timothy was training at Aldwick college for a degree in zoology. He has read the origin of species about twice and can name most animals found in europe, africa and asia. When it comes to tracking and foraging he is head and shoulders above his nearest competitor. Added to this he has an eye for detail, weather its a broken twig, footprint, animal call or a tuft of fur left on a log. All this feeds into his scrutiny, the scrutiny of a scholar that spends allot of time outdoors.

Weapons Proficiency:
M1928 (Extreme Proficiancy)
.357 Revolver (Extreme Proficiancy)
Lee Enfield Grenade Launcher (Extreme Proficiancy)

Survival Skill See Zoolgy.
Current Goals: To Protect Britain, The allies and to remain un-infected.
Fears: He fears dieing unknown, or not making it back home by the end of the war.
Allies and Enemies: Nazis
Equipment:
M1928 with 50 round drum, compensator and foregrip.
.357 Revolver 6 shooter. "Henry Big-Boy"
Lee Enfield Mk4 with 6 Rifle Grenades

Skyrim Guard Tales

Interested. Just as long as theres heavy off-skyrim customisability.

I fancy playing a gate guard. Solving disputes between farmers and guarding taverns.

Seeking Experienced Roleplayer for Warhammer 40,000 Necromunda RP

Is this still recruiting, im up for hammering out any lumps in the story... Necromunda is neccesserally over the top.