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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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@SanaChan
Fair enough, that might be a bit too harsh a tone. Still interested, though, and I'll see if I can create a more suitable CS.

And outside of America, I'm pretty sure Electives aren't a thing. Or at least I've never heard of them.
Name: Kitten
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Inugami
Subject Preference: PE > (I'm really not familiar with the American Education system, so I have no clue what to put here)
History:
The process of creating an Inugami is a horrific and forbidden one. It requires one to bury a dog alive, with only it's head sticking up above the ground, and to place a bowl of food just beyond it's reach. The dog is then starved to death. It's soul is bound to this world, and summoned as a vengeful spirit of rage. Should the conjurer not be able to bind this spirit to his will the newly created Inugami will happily rip him to shreds. Unfortunately the Onmyodo responsible for Kitten's creation was a dangerous man indeed, and easily enslaved Kitten's mind and will to him. The Inugami was then used as a weapon, ripping apart any who dared cross this man, and performing several assassination missions in his name. Eventually, however, this Onmyoudo was confronted by another, who managed to destroy the bindings on Kitten, and thereby cause him to turn on his erstwhile master.

Usually an Inugami would go on a rampage, killing indiscriminately until laid to rest or destroyed. But when Kitten turned to slay the one who had freen him, he found himself unable to do so. The mere recognition that he could not bring himself to kill this person blunted his bloodlust, and he wandered the world for many years as he slowly grew in understanding. With years having granted him wisdom and intelligence he has found his way to Blakley's Institute where he seeks to learn how to function in human culture, so that he might live among them. Or at the very least to learn to better control his bloodlust. Although he is not a killer, not any more, it would be a bad idea to rile him up.
Are you in need of our summer program?: Yes
Preferred elective courses: Still not familiar with this educational system.....
Anything extra pertinent to your attendance here?:
@Remipa Awesome

Some warning would have been appreciated, but I'm glad you came back and apologised. For what it's worth, you are forgiven.
....... Well, sorry guys. I think I give up.

Feel kinda douchy about it too, considering the timing. Sorry, Absolis. But running this thing has stopped being fun, and turned into a stressful race to keep a dying rp alive and a stagnant plot moving. With most of the important factions spontaneously gone I have no idea how to proceed, and with both the Co-GMs disappeared I lacked the assistance that might have helped me save the plot. The characters as they are at this moment are mostly stuck in dead-end situations, and there just aren't enough people interested in posting. Even if Absolis does come back I'm just not having fun here, so I would like to back away from this RP.

Sorry, I just don't feel able to continue GM-ing this. My own reluctance to continue has actually done it's own work strangling this rp to death, with massive gaps between posts which I will also apologise for. If anyone else wishes to GM either this or another Multiverse remake I might join as a player at a later date, but for the moment I'm just too worn out.

TLDR; stopped being fun cuza stress, leaving, sorry.
@Absolis

In that case, char modifications accepted.

Short Summary:

It's currently the second day, and on the seventh day Alucard will wipe out all life on the planet with his army of Tyranid. Almost all other factions appear to have retreated from the planet, except the Imperium of Man and some tiny groups. There's an odd spatial anomaly in Australia which prevents people from approaching the centre of the landmass, and which appears to mess with the barriers between dimensions. A small group of characters is currently investigating this particular area. Mithias has been captured by the Imperium of Man, and Martin is fleeing from them.
Sorry for the double post, but I figured this was when K'Vari's first scheme would be set into motion.
- Unknown, Arexia Prime -


A trio of soot-black swords seemingly stamped onto the wall. A single large black sword in the centre, pointed downwards, with the two smaller swords on either side, pointing upwards and at a slight angle. This was the symbol that had begun popping up all over Gregori's little Imperium Reborn besides groups of slaughtered criminals. Occasionally a quote is found stamped under the symbol of swords, 'Truth is the Sword's Virtue', 'Purified by the Blade', or 'Forgiveness Only in Death'. When the first few such scenes popped up it was believed to merely be a local vigilante gang on their own little crusade against those they perceived as impure. But the killings occurred across the planet's surface, in dozens of locations. Always the killers left their mark, and always their targets were known criminals. Specifically those involved with the drug trade and black market appeared to be targeted, although victims had been found from all castes and forms of crime. On one occasion a judge of a local court had been found killed in his own home, with documents proving his corruption laid across the corpse. Surprisingly, his family had been left untouched.

After a few days the vigilantes became known as the Obsidian Truth, based on the words burned into the flesh of a black-clad warrior who was found at one of the battle scenes. Rumours were abound as to where they had come from, who lead them, and how they managed to perform what most would consider to be impossible feats. They were the ghosts of those wronged by criminals, or a secret organisation created by their government, or an army of assassins lead by a mysterious overlord. Those few black-clad corpses discovered with tattoos of the three swords spoke not a word as to the true nature of this band, leaving questions where answers were sought. But the effect was noticeable, as those of criminal intent fearfully crept back into the shadows. Crime was diminished worldwide and neighborhoods were made safer. And while some citizens saw the Obsidian Truth as a threat, most considered them saviors, vigilante heroes. Even if they were hunted down by the law they were heroes in the eyes of those they saved. And never, across hundreds of battles, was an innocent killed by their hand.

Of course, all of this was a rather stunning and wide-spread ruse. A plot that even the most cynical of civilians would never have thought. For these mystery killers were the oathbound mercenaries and vat-grown monsters of K'Vari, the Stryxis trader. The corpses that had been discovered were slaves, attired and killed just for that purpose, to create this image, the dream of a vigilante army. Most of the actual killings were performed by K'Vari's highly skilled and trained elite. Of course, the goal was simple. By wiping out the black market and specifically the drug trade, he effectively cut off Ritske's supply of recreational drugs. It appeared her favoured contacts died just slightly more than other drug traders, although not by so much that it would appear as a noticeable pattern. Slowly the prices would go up, the supply would dwindle, and Ritske would have to go to ever greater lengths to acquire her kick. Meanwhile new groups took control of what remained of the drug trade, newcomers who stood perfectly poised to fill in the power void left by the dead. Those stubborn groups that refused to back off from the trade under threat of death were pushed out financially, strangled by better financed groups who seemed to have no goal other than to ruin them.

And so K'Vari would establish his foothold. There was no way he could completely shut off the drug trade, of course. There would always be supply, and thus there must always be demand. By instating his own little groups, drug cartels who received support from him, he gained an extensive control over the supply, and the Obsidian Truth allowed him to severely tone down the availability of drugs. Removing Ritske's contacts prevented her from having easy access, and she would need to get at least part of her drug supply from his puppets. Those she dealt with not under his control would be muscled out of the way by new, rival gangs, or annihilated by the Obsidian Truth, until K'Vari was her sole drug dealer. This would perhaps not instantly win her loyalty, and if he played it wrongly might even lead to his untimely demise, but it gave him severe leverage over the Slaaneshi killer and her mercenary company.

Of course, only a fool would invest this much effort into gaining leverage over a single target. The Obsidian Crusade was a far more useful tool than just that, and one of the main tools he would use to engineer his superiority within this Imperium. For by pretending to be the Obsidian Truth he had conjured them into reality, as if by magic. A magic greater than that wielded by any sorceror or psyker. Mere days after the first killings already applicants began to appear. Those who had been wronged by the world's criminal element, the zealous who wished to fight for justice, those whom's lives or livelihoods had been saved by the Obsidian Crusade's brutal justice. Enforcers who wished to have more of an effect, disillusioned soldiers looking for a cause, xenos looking to escape the prejudice that chased them. Little bases would be established across the planet, as more and more flocked to his banner. Slowly he would withdraw his own forces when they had served their cause, although always maintaining control of their leaders. They would truly become an army to fight crime, and he would never be discovered, even should the entire organisation be rooted out and destroyed. More importantly he would have created a private army, provided with weapons and training from his own men, placed all over the prime world of the Empire Reborn. A force that could easily be used to deal with any who opposed him, eventually perhaps even growing strong enough to eliminate the Sisters of Battle from their stronghold, should they receive support from an anonymous mercenary party....

A secondary importance was of course to increase his manpower aboard his ships. While at first extensive killings and showing of force had been necessary, afterwards the concept of Penitence was swiftly introduced. Those criminals that wished to repent for their crimes would not be killed, but would rather be dragged off to one of the Obsidian Truth's headquarters. From there they would be spirited off to his caravan aboard one of the many trade vessels that constantly moved between his assets in space and those on the ground. Supposedly these figures would earn a chance to join the Obsidian Truth, and in a manner this was true. Collared and conditioned they would become slaves, serving K'Vari in his fleet as both labourers and meat for sale. Those that showed an aptitude for battle would be sent back down to serve as one of K'Vari's warriors in the Obsidian Truth, bound by the death-collar to the Truth's cause. So he also expanded both his stock and his army, an immense net profit.

Should the machinations of the Obsidian Truth not be stopped, it might very well be that K'Vari would soon be in control of two incredibly dangerous military forces to assist in his scheming.
- K'Vari, Saint's Chariot -


Nodding, K'Vari accepted the self-proclaimed Emperor's statement. Unfortunately he had not been able to draw more of a reaction from him, but from what he had seen of the faces in the room, many of Gregori's subcommanders had realized the value of his little contribution. His price would be steep, but they would pay it, knowing what it could deliver to them. And when he had his foot in the door he would begin making the changes he saw fit to make, and removing those who got in his way. When he was done here he would have hoarded every last scrap of value in this place, and made a lot of enemies. When he set out he planned to move with the largest caravan he had acquired yet, laden with goods and trinkets and little technological secrets, a vast treasure hoard which would also provide him with the means to build up a trade empire, one greater in both scope and purpose than these petty little Miniperiums spread across the galaxy like a handful of acorns.

But first, to consolidate his position. With a little bow and a wave at his two inhuman bodyguards he set off, marching through the double doors and to the looted Thunderhawk that had brought him on board. Within moments he was off, not bothering to overhear the conversation that would follow his departure as he was already engrossed in matters of intrigue. There were three primary fronts he needed to work on.

First, he would need to gain manpower. This could be relatively easily achieved by enslaving the less savoury sorts on Gregori's captured Hive Worlds. While there was no doubt Gregori would notice, as long as he didn't touch the more respectable citizens there was nothing much that could be done about it. K'Vari would simply deny all accusations, and Gregori didn't have the manpower to spare on better policing, not while preparing for such an important invasion. And even if he should step up security, K'Vari could just take people from different worlds. Already this fledgeling little Imperium was running into the problems of their predecessor, spread too thin to properly police each individual planet.

Secondly, he would need to cultivate allies. First among them would be the mercenary, whom's loyalty could be bought. Second would be the mysterious Eldar, who would not doubt catch on to K'Vari pretty much instantly. Third would be either the Space Marine Relictors Captain, or the self-centred violent Inquisitor. He couldn't be certain of acquiring their loyalty, but at least one of them would prove pliable in one way or another. Having now arrived on his own ship the Star Breaker, a stolen Space Marine battle barge, he wandered through the halls shouting orders at the wide variety of slaves and meat loyally awaiting his commands. He would set his plans in motion now, and eliminate any resistance even before it could occur.

Through a series of highly guarded corridors he marched, passing dozens of his most dangerous creations. Powerful warriors armed with a variety of equally lethal weaponry, ranging from several Bolters to an Eldar Shuriken Canon. This space was completely off-limits, and any who attempted to win entrance by means of force or stealth would find themselves facing nearly impossible odds. The ship itself accepted to vessels other than those personally authorised by K'Vari, an authorisation that was practically impossible to fake. It also used advanced Stryxis anti-auger technology to be practically invisible to sensors, although obvious to the naked eye, making it untargetable for most long-ranged attacks and hard to keep track of. Such and many more security measures guarded what might be the cunning trader's greatest treasure trove of secrets and technology. Those slaves that served him here would live out their lives here, bound by extensive chemical therapy and augmentation to his will, for one in five of the secrets on their lips would have him killed instantly.

Opening a large reinforced door and deactivating a multi-layered forcefield with a variety of codes and tests, K'Vari made his way into one of the highly advanced fleshcrafting stations spread throughout this ship. The mysterious arcane science facilities in which his kind forged their own, custom-built warriors. As a Master Fleshcrafter he was one of the greatest Stryxis in the galaxy when it came to this art, and his biowarriors certainly reflected this expertise. But what lay before him was certainly one of his favoured projects, a challenge that he had been engrossed in since the very day he had arrived in this foreign little corner of the Imperium. And now it was done, ready to be deployed as he saw fit. His very greatest, or very worst, gambit.

Floating in the green pod, covered in tubes and measurement apparatus, lay the exact likeness of Gregori Amastov, the Emperor of the Imperium Reborn, and K'Vari's most valued trade partner.

"Yes, this will most certainly do. My child, when you waken, I will give you a life of glory indeed." With a chuckle K'Vari looked over the biped's body, ready for the final adjustments to be made, hundreds of twisted schemes and plans swimming through his mind.
@Absolis
Sorry for my disappearance. In the same vein, do you mind if I ask where it was you disappeared off to?

Teleportation has the potential to be really powerful, especially in a game where location can be of central importance. You mention a minimum range but not a maximum range. And does this teleportation require gestures, words, or is it just instant with a thought?

Does your clone have individual sentience? Does it see through it's own senses? Can Cyano sense where it is and direct it? This is important because if Cyano is mentally directing the clone then it's going to stop if she's knocked out, the link is broken, or she is moved far enough away. If the clone functions on it's own, then those methods would not stop the clone.

I am assuming your illusion magic is based on affecting the perception of others through telepathy. Hence a target immune to telepathy, such as a robot, would not be affected, and Cyano could not affect anyone she was unaware of. But someone using something like Sonar still would not be able to see through her invisibility.
@Hecticlord

...... You ARE aware that this story takes place approximately 10.000 years after the fall of the Imperium, right? Your post heavily implies that Corbec was a part of the Old Imperium, which would require him to be at least 10.000 years old.
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