Sophrus

Entropy

Doctor or medic type it is.

Now, from what I understand from the description. We are looking for a new homeworld. And it seems prudent that any doctor type would be well versed in lots of science. Ex: toxicology, xeno-biology, biochemistry, etc...

My first thought for the character is an older biochemist who has been working (and failing) to fix the crops problem and treats villagers with basic medical care, such as drug treatments and low level emergency medicine.

This sound like a good base line for the character.

Entropy

Hey, this looks pretty interesting.

if you still have room im thinking of a pilot or doctor.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

Ok, ladies and gents. I feel i will have to bow out of this RP. Its a little busy for me, and RL is going to get rather complicated soon so i wont have much time to follow and posts here

Best of luck taking over the world!

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

*Gently prods @Wraithblade6*
lol

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

*gently prods thread*

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Oskar listened to Vespin, who was mistaken. They hadn't been released, he did say the cell block had taken damage.. oh well. and he was excellent at cards He didnt have the time to argue the minutiae so plan B then...

"Fine" he said and rubbed the back of his neck, this was going to sound insane "A Space Marine smashed open my cell and requested my help... he should be along shortly if he wasnt caught by your friends. An ork attacked us when we fled, so i decided that we would come up here and get armed, maybe take the ship for ourselves or this Space marine. Maybe become pirates. But i mostly wanted to get armed and armored before i thought too far ahead."

It sounded crazy, he hardly believed it himself. except that he witnessed it happen, He hoped Vespin knew he wasnt smart or creative enough to come up with that on the fly unless it was true.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

Oskar rounded a corner with a couple troopers ahead of him, one of them a murdering psychopath who gunned down his own squad for the fun of it. Oskar was going to kill him as soon as he had a weapon more useful than his fists. The trooper hopped through a bulk head and was immediately knocked down by an auto-cannon with his head missing. Oskar flattened against the wall and poked his head out just far enough to clear one eye. he spotted the auto-cannon down the hall, a perfect spot to pin them down forever. "by the emperor" he mumbled to himself trying to think. He didnt know the lay out of the ship well enough to find a quick way around this obstacle. He heard a familiar voice yell at him from down the hall.

Vespin shouted at them from down the hall, detailing the situation that Oskar had already worked out for himself. basically he was fucked, but Vespin was giving him an out... for some reason. So he decided that it was his only option. He used battle sign to tell his little gang that they where to hold position, and if he where killed that they where to scatter and run. He pulled off his service cap and waived it out the doorway. "Im coming out!" Oskar shouted, he waited a couple heart beats before stepping around and through the door. He clenched his teeth and took another step forward ready to recieve an auto-cannon shell to the face. When he didnt he held his arms out, in a universal sign of 'I am unarmed' while he walked calmly but quickly to about the half way mark before shouting at Vespin. "Im Oskar Rolt, Sergeant of the uh-.." he faltered, because he wasnt technically a seargent any more, nor did he belong to his regiment any more. "Sergeant of this penal corp" he finished, it sounded good to him. Before vespin could say anything he started again, carefully crafting a true story "The cell block took damage, we where released and The ship has been boarded by hostiles" Which was technically true, "We have come to get weapons and repel boarders." which was half true.

It was the best he could come up with on the fly, he knew Vespin was a criminal who probably remembered Oskar. However there was no time to barter and carefully craft a position, not that Oskar was any good at that kind of thing, he would rather set the little bastard on fire until he got what he wanted, no time for that however. He hoped Vespin would accept his story, if not... he might try the truth. 'We are coming get weapons to take the ship and start a merry pirate adventure' somehow didnt sound very convincing.

Knights of Evil (High Casual Fantasy Villain Group.)

Grolik had no intention of staying in this fancy castle. Not that he minded the finer things in life, such as the barrel of wine one of the orcs was carrying, or the several pounds of meat and cheese he had just eaten, likely to the disgust of the others seated around him. No, the castle didnt feel safe to him. Something was comforting when he was surrounded by several thousand of his kin, and he was sure lancelot would not want a small horde making a mess of his fancy halls. So, He instructed one of his Orcs to let this 'companion' know that Grolik was going to stay at his fort that was being constructed a couple miles away.

He eyed each of the other knights. They where intresting... creatures, but he had no interest in them. He was a mighty warlord in his own right, he did not need their help to pillage and burn whatever lands he liked. Once his lands where secure no one nation could stand in his path for long. His tanks took shape faster than they exploded, his zeppelins where nearly unchallenged in the skies. no, city had halted his expansion. he hated being reduced to some dog at Lancelot's beck and call. It would not matter long, he was sure.

Lancelot was an alliance of convenience. He would help the goblin nation grow and become rich, and satisfy their warmongering for a time. But The goblins would inherit this world from man. The shamans told him so. Once the whole of the world was in ruin the goblins would rise and take it. Lancelot would fall, the dragons would fall. Goblins would be the rulers of the world. Grolik was certain of it. and he would be the high king of the goblins for all time, because if he was going to build this world he would be the Immortal king of it.

He left the feast without ceremony and took his great spider back to his fort that was growing quickly. Several thousand goblins felling trees and building a stout wooden fort was a smiple task for simple creatures.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

If one of yall could save me that would be great... lol

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Izrah

Izrah nearly had a heart attack when the arbites kicked the door down, between the crash of the door and arbites shouting snapped him out of his trance. He then realized that there where several others in the bar that where not there earlier, and they where shooting at the officers. 'Great' he thought, 'probably going to die in the cross fire.' He needed to act, else he would be killed... or worse, captured. 'Im not a soldier. Im a medicae Psyker... what can i do.'

As soon as the thought crossed his mind there was a stab from an unknown source into the side of his head. 'DECAY' the word was not so much heard as stamped into his mind with the authority of a deity, a declaration of truth. He could rot small things like plants and transient materials, but how does that help... He noticed the wood making up the entry way. Maybe it would be enough.

He stood and threw his arms out at the entrance and reached for his power, it was always close, his infection made sure of that. As he reached for the power he felt himself talking.. no, shouting. damn it. "Pestilence shall snuff out every star!" He felt the vile energies in his mind like he had filled his skull with tar and sewage. The arbites where locked in the brief firefight and did not notice him shouting over the reports of gunfire and that he was in a dark corner out of their direct line of sight.

Above and around them the wood started to blacken and wood worms started writhing along the surface eating their way into the wood. It was a slower process that Izrah would have liked, He pushed his power harder and felt a vessel pop in his nose and fluid run down his face. It lacked the sharp metallic scent of blood and had a scent more akin to pus leaking from an infection. His power worked, one of the beams on the door cracked and fell into the door way, bashing an arbites out of the way into the bar, but trapping his friends outside for a few moments.

Izrah took the opportunity to run, hoping the stunned Arbites would be down for a little while as he made his escape out the back like the mutant and other person had. He got half way across the bar before the strain took its toll on him, he faltered mid step and began to fall. he was out cold before he hit the floor, a thin trail of bloodied pus leaking from his nose.