Still, bringing "gamechangers" like that along should be always consulted with GM first.
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Wants to RP like an damned maniac, Always being an GM in IRL has left me with intense, unfulfilled desires to be an player myself but the GM side of me seems to crave the control and world building, secondary GM positions wanted and desired with unholy thirst.
Also an unredeemable Tea loving bastard.
2018. Year of darkness
Gambling addiction is a bitch. While tea is still my favorite, started coffee drinking because of unlimited supply of it at workplace, much much easier. Writings getting rusty but imagination is still present. I am ready, WE are ready! Lets RP BUCKO´S!
Also an unredeemable Tea loving bastard.
2018. Year of darkness
Gambling addiction is a bitch. While tea is still my favorite, started coffee drinking because of unlimited supply of it at workplace, much much easier. Writings getting rusty but imagination is still present. I am ready, WE are ready! Lets RP BUCKO´S!
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Chanting, bellowing and laughing, Lentus had prepared himself for what was to come, half his mind abhorred the uprising while the other half roared in anticipation of violence. This new beginning was starting to give him hope once again, hope of what?! HOPE OF WHAT?!!!
Lentus shook his head, the whispering was beginning again, thankfully father Arabar was near him. He heard the agreed signal, and he would comply. This would make him traitor twice, or maybe balance his account? Vengeance for his lost brothers who still clung to false emperor? Vengeance for who?!
Hastily Lentus donned his armor and readied his weaponry as he strode from his cell to the hallways, towards the bridge.
On the way he met a former battle brother, he was not one of their new order, they had stood side by side in many battles indeed but now his name eluded the mind of Lentus. Good, he did not desire another name on his list. As the marine was about to salute his sergeant, Lentus activated his powersword. With an flash and roar the tainted blade filled with disruptive energies and flashed trough the air
HA! It still felt good to cut power armor in two. But its your brother?! Is it? Was it?
Lentus left the carcass where it fell, continuing forwards, in short time this barge would belong to father Arabar, and in turn serve as wings for Lentuses "salvation."
Lentus shook his head, the whispering was beginning again, thankfully father Arabar was near him. He heard the agreed signal, and he would comply. This would make him traitor twice, or maybe balance his account? Vengeance for his lost brothers who still clung to false emperor? Vengeance for who?!
Hastily Lentus donned his armor and readied his weaponry as he strode from his cell to the hallways, towards the bridge.
On the way he met a former battle brother, he was not one of their new order, they had stood side by side in many battles indeed but now his name eluded the mind of Lentus. Good, he did not desire another name on his list. As the marine was about to salute his sergeant, Lentus activated his powersword. With an flash and roar the tainted blade filled with disruptive energies and flashed trough the air
HA! It still felt good to cut power armor in two. But its your brother?! Is it? Was it?
Lentus left the carcass where it fell, continuing forwards, in short time this barge would belong to father Arabar, and in turn serve as wings for Lentuses "salvation."
Name: Lentus Caestus
Age: Not known, participated in the heresy.
Appearance:
Without armor Lentus is an pale, muscular thing with dark eyes. Edges of his black carapace are usually bloody as his body was rejecting his space marine operations. Before his heresy this was considered an weakness and he was often shunned because of this. After heresy his surgery wounds are in eternal state of bleeding slightly and he has been free to take his sword to anyone who could imply this makes him less of an marine.
Marine type: Tactical marine/ Marine Sergeant
Devotion: Chaos undivided
Bio: Once there was an time when Lentus Caestus was an pious one, he held unto reason of doubt even as he eagerly waged war against his brothers among the stars during the great heresy. Afterall were Night Lords not children of Konrad? Where he led, Lentus followed. After Konrads passing Lentus fell into doubt again, and then the whispering began. First his scarred mind took solace in the infernal torment of whispers, but that resolve was short lived for the whispering was relentless. Lentus continued to kill and maim as his legion commanded even while whispers made him howl like an mad beast, was this emperors punishment of his heresy? Or simply torments of horrors beyond the warp? In these troubled times he met the one called "Arabar." His words brought peace to Lentus, and promise of answers was the harbinger of another betrayal, when Lentus agreed to leave his legion in service to this enigmatic marine preacher. While Lentus is undeniably traitor of many accounts, this delusional fool still harbors fantasies of salvation, such petty mortal imaginings...
Personality: Obedient to orders of those he considers superior. Mad. Ridden with guilt and his pathetic inability to stop his further descent into oblivion of heresy. Battle crazy.
Personal skills: Long honed skills in swordsmanship and pressing battlefield advantage for victory. Good shot. His abilities in leading his own squad have detoriated considerably but still present.
Gear:
Tainted powersword.
Corrupted pre-heresy power armor that has for unknown reasons molded to an look of a more modern model.
Storm bolter. (Lentus is looking to change this one as the still partly holy weapon is rejecting full commitment to ruinous powers,
for now.)
Fragmentation grenades "blessed" by dark entities.
Age: Not known, participated in the heresy.
Appearance:
Without armor Lentus is an pale, muscular thing with dark eyes. Edges of his black carapace are usually bloody as his body was rejecting his space marine operations. Before his heresy this was considered an weakness and he was often shunned because of this. After heresy his surgery wounds are in eternal state of bleeding slightly and he has been free to take his sword to anyone who could imply this makes him less of an marine.
Marine type: Tactical marine/ Marine Sergeant
Devotion: Chaos undivided
Bio: Once there was an time when Lentus Caestus was an pious one, he held unto reason of doubt even as he eagerly waged war against his brothers among the stars during the great heresy. Afterall were Night Lords not children of Konrad? Where he led, Lentus followed. After Konrads passing Lentus fell into doubt again, and then the whispering began. First his scarred mind took solace in the infernal torment of whispers, but that resolve was short lived for the whispering was relentless. Lentus continued to kill and maim as his legion commanded even while whispers made him howl like an mad beast, was this emperors punishment of his heresy? Or simply torments of horrors beyond the warp? In these troubled times he met the one called "Arabar." His words brought peace to Lentus, and promise of answers was the harbinger of another betrayal, when Lentus agreed to leave his legion in service to this enigmatic marine preacher. While Lentus is undeniably traitor of many accounts, this delusional fool still harbors fantasies of salvation, such petty mortal imaginings...
Personality: Obedient to orders of those he considers superior. Mad. Ridden with guilt and his pathetic inability to stop his further descent into oblivion of heresy. Battle crazy.
Personal skills: Long honed skills in swordsmanship and pressing battlefield advantage for victory. Good shot. His abilities in leading his own squad have detoriated considerably but still present.
Gear:
Tainted powersword.
Corrupted pre-heresy power armor that has for unknown reasons molded to an look of a more modern model.
Storm bolter. (Lentus is looking to change this one as the still partly holy weapon is rejecting full commitment to ruinous powers,
for now.)
Fragmentation grenades "blessed" by dark entities.
What you think? feel free to critique and suggest improvements.
Name: Lentus Caestus
Age: Not known, participated in the heresy.
Appearance:
Without armor Lentus is an pale, muscular thing with dark eyes. Edges of his black carapace are usually bloody as his body was rejecting his space marine operations. Before his heresy this was considered an weakness and he was often shunned because of this. After heresy his surgery wounds are in eternal state of bleeding slightly and he has been free to take his sword to anyone who could imply this makes him less of an marine.
Marine type: Tactical marine/ Marine Sergeant
Devotion: Chaos undivided, but he hears the brass bells tolling...
Bio: Once there was an time when Lentus Caestus was an pious one, he held unto reason of doubt even as he eagerly waged war against his brothers among the stars during the great heresy. Afterall were Night Lords not children of Konrad? Where he led, Lentus followed. After Konrads passing Lentus fell into doubt again, and then the whispering began. First his scarred mind took solace in the infernal torment of whispers, but that resolve was short lived for the whispering was relentless. Lentus continued to kill and maim as his legion commanded even while whispers made him howl like an mad beast, was this emperors punishment of his heresy? Or simply torments of horrors beyond the warp? In these troubled times he met the one called "Arabar." His words brought peace to Lentus, and promise of answers was the harbinger of another betrayal, when Lentus agreed to leave his legion in service to this enigmatic marine preacher. While Lentus is undeniably traitor of many accounts, this delusional fool still harbors fantasies of salvation, such petty mortal imaginings...
Personality: Obedient to orders of those he considers superior. Mad. Ridden with guilt and his pathetic inability to stop his further descent into oblivion of heresy. Battle crazy.
Personal skills: Long honed skills in swordsmanship and pressing battlefield advantage for victory. Good shot. His abilities in leading his own squad have detoriated considerably but still present.
Gear:
Tainted powersword.
Corrupted pre-heresy power armor that has for unknown reasons molded to an look of a more modern model.
Storm bolter. (Lentus is looking to change this one as the still partly holy weapon is rejecting full commitment to ruinous powers,
for now.)
Fragmentation grenades "blessed" by dark entities.
Age: Not known, participated in the heresy.
Appearance:
Without armor Lentus is an pale, muscular thing with dark eyes. Edges of his black carapace are usually bloody as his body was rejecting his space marine operations. Before his heresy this was considered an weakness and he was often shunned because of this. After heresy his surgery wounds are in eternal state of bleeding slightly and he has been free to take his sword to anyone who could imply this makes him less of an marine.
Marine type: Tactical marine/ Marine Sergeant
Devotion: Chaos undivided, but he hears the brass bells tolling...
Bio: Once there was an time when Lentus Caestus was an pious one, he held unto reason of doubt even as he eagerly waged war against his brothers among the stars during the great heresy. Afterall were Night Lords not children of Konrad? Where he led, Lentus followed. After Konrads passing Lentus fell into doubt again, and then the whispering began. First his scarred mind took solace in the infernal torment of whispers, but that resolve was short lived for the whispering was relentless. Lentus continued to kill and maim as his legion commanded even while whispers made him howl like an mad beast, was this emperors punishment of his heresy? Or simply torments of horrors beyond the warp? In these troubled times he met the one called "Arabar." His words brought peace to Lentus, and promise of answers was the harbinger of another betrayal, when Lentus agreed to leave his legion in service to this enigmatic marine preacher. While Lentus is undeniably traitor of many accounts, this delusional fool still harbors fantasies of salvation, such petty mortal imaginings...
Personality: Obedient to orders of those he considers superior. Mad. Ridden with guilt and his pathetic inability to stop his further descent into oblivion of heresy. Battle crazy.
Personal skills: Long honed skills in swordsmanship and pressing battlefield advantage for victory. Good shot. His abilities in leading his own squad have detoriated considerably but still present.
Gear:
Tainted powersword.
Corrupted pre-heresy power armor that has for unknown reasons molded to an look of a more modern model.
Storm bolter. (Lentus is looking to change this one as the still partly holy weapon is rejecting full commitment to ruinous powers,
for now.)
Fragmentation grenades "blessed" by dark entities.
My hatred for the false emperor burns strong! Hoping to contribute with good CS if you´ll accept another lost traitor besides you.
Viper´s hold
On the parapets of an old, long since abandoned dwarven fortress stood a beautiful young woman of amber skin and deep black hair, her stance and gaze however were those of an field general twice her years. She cast that steely gaze on their decrepid walls, those should be fixed if they had the time, then she dismissed the thought. They were assassins of the great Viper clan, theirs was not the fate to build things. An young beast man, canine race, run up to her.
"Executor Jizan! I bring news!"
Her gaze like cold desert wind was enough to compel young messenger to go on with it.
"The convoy of sultanate has left Al Zidoa and are on their way to Silvercliff. Also we have reports of increased monster activity within the mountain!"
For a while Jizan considered beheading the messenger for bringing self evident news to her, she decided against it for now. She dismissed the messenger and rubbed an scar on her left arm. Parting gift by Hastuk the unseen, that outcast would feel her wrath one day, she had an strange feeling that day was growing ever closer. That heretic dared to claim he knew the teachings of Sand better than high priests themselves, even that he could actually converse with their great god of life and death. If that fool dared to stand in Vipers way he would pay the ultimate price, for Jizan would not fail killing an mark twice...
On the parapets of an old, long since abandoned dwarven fortress stood a beautiful young woman of amber skin and deep black hair, her stance and gaze however were those of an field general twice her years. She cast that steely gaze on their decrepid walls, those should be fixed if they had the time, then she dismissed the thought. They were assassins of the great Viper clan, theirs was not the fate to build things. An young beast man, canine race, run up to her.
"Executor Jizan! I bring news!"
Her gaze like cold desert wind was enough to compel young messenger to go on with it.
"The convoy of sultanate has left Al Zidoa and are on their way to Silvercliff. Also we have reports of increased monster activity within the mountain!"
For a while Jizan considered beheading the messenger for bringing self evident news to her, she decided against it for now. She dismissed the messenger and rubbed an scar on her left arm. Parting gift by Hastuk the unseen, that outcast would feel her wrath one day, she had an strange feeling that day was growing ever closer. That heretic dared to claim he knew the teachings of Sand better than high priests themselves, even that he could actually converse with their great god of life and death. If that fool dared to stand in Vipers way he would pay the ultimate price, for Jizan would not fail killing an mark twice...
Love the Drifters series, interest expressed!!, hope theres not too much competition for best historical characters ;)
Aw. Metamorphasis control seems very 'attached' to my idea for a monster born butterfly. I was thinking its win would simply, somehow fold into the skin...or something along those lines orrrr The wings would degenerate into the skin. XD
A pixie-seems awesome, though I'd only see a pixie as a support and healer type. . - .
Or a trap maker, like Akame Ga Kill, were one of the characters is able to sit up continuous traps with simply strings, very small strings. XD
Im down with idea of folding wings, you can do that. looking forward to CS
Oh, I imagined a small being, since most of the animals Monster Borns are based upon are quite large. Aside from bunnies, cats, dogs, etc. I was thinking of a moderate sized frame or a small frame to go with the butterfly-like size. It's wings vary the hair color, like for cats; if their ears are white then their hair is white, etc.
( .-. This is a very stupid suggestion but...can there wings disappear and then reappear? Like control of metamorphosis, a butterfly starts out as a caterpillar and then for a long amount of time they gain wings.
Maybe monsterborn isnt the way to go then but an rarer type of beast races? we have an sloth man afterall with us. Having wings disappear and appear isnt something I think could be unless it was somehow part of characters spellcasting. I wonder if youre going for full on "pixie" type of character, I have no objection but it would be hard for something so tiny to do any damage to orders enemies unless it was an very powerful spellcaster.
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