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Convergence: The Restoration

I wonder how closely Reinhardt resembles a space marine?

Convergence: The Restoration

@Masterkeun Oh. That's why I don't recognize Ryu. In the original Breath of Fire, you got to name your own character, and I never learned the "original" name.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@ClocktowerEchos I hope that hulk has some kind of breaks.

Convergence: The Restoration

There was a swirl of lights, then darkness, and then a disorienting gravitational jerk, and Magnus felt his body re-forming into something solid. A spark of recognition hit him as he had felt this sensation once before, once, when he had walked out onto the mortal plane. Memories resurfaced as he realized that this was all wrong. This, simply shouldn't be happening.

With a thundering crash, the large daemonic form of Magnus the Red smashed through trees and shattered rock as he manifested improperly on the surface of a material world. His durable body felt no pain, but he was no less angry as his wings snapped out to grab the substance of air and magic lashed out to grab onto whatever constituted matter in this plane of existence. Magnus righted himself according to the local gravitational field and for the first time in uncounted centuries, he felt a moment of panic.

It was dark, and he found himself in a forest, thankfully alone and not under attack by whatever had caused him to be here. Fenris was first on his mind, but it could have been any of a hundred thousand worlds. However he had gotten here, he could not remember, and that was both infuriating and terrifying. He quickly looked around for adversaries, yet found, nothing. "Ahriman?!" He called, still a bit disoriented at being forced into physical form. No answer.

This world was different. His body was different, for he could feel none of the warp around him, and strangely, nothing of Tzeentch, the chaos god who undoubtedly had a hand in this bullshit he now endured.

A brilliant light then shone from above, and Magnus struggled to identify it. His senses, his power, was comparatively gone. He couldn't just magically "go back." Remembering the burdens of material movement, he leapt into the air and flew up toward the light, embarrassingly searching for answers. Higher and higher he rose, yet he couldn't reach it. Surveying the land below only told him this world was feral, until eventually, he saw a civilization on the horizon and felt only faintly the energies of thousands of lives.

Only after landing on a ledge did Magnus settle and consider his circumstances. Had he done this to himself? If he had escaped his master, then surely Tzeentch would be looking for him. If only he could remember what he was supposed to do next to assure his escape. Perhaps, he thought, he should start with finding out when and where he was. He still had enough psychic ability to telepathically communicate with any intelligent xeno life. Hopefully, he could avoid getting immediately blown up on the spot and banished back to his Empyrean prison. Magnus began walking toward the city he had seen. (I'll say he is somewhere in zone 22?)

Convergence: The Restoration

Magnus

Name: Magnus.

Title: Magnus the Red, The Crimson King, the Sorcerer-King, Cyclopean Magnus, or the Red Cyclops.

Gender: Male.

Appearance: Magnus is a large, demonic figure with red skin and feathery wings. He radiates an aura of magical power and terror. Even in daemon form, one of his eyes is still gone, leaving behind a concerning glowing socket, smouldering with both magic, and rage.



Personality: Magnus has an immense affinity for knowledge and the power such knowledge provides. The appreciation of knowledge itself, of intellect and understanding, is his primary drive, simply for its own sake, and he respects those who have devoted themselves similarly. Having been a king, he is prideful and fully expects reverence and obedience. Having been betrayed, he is distrusting and quick to anger. Magnus is obviously smart in his dealings, implementing extreme foresight and planning. He doesn't go out of his way to destroy, unless it is in revenge, and he holds his grudges tightly.

Ideals: In his own world, Magnus harbors hatred against all those who betrayed and misjudged him in the material realm. He has conducted devastating attacks against his former brother's army and homeworld, simply to cause suffering. When not preparing for war, and unbothered by the chaos god who possesses his soul, Magnus seeks to add to his archives. His followers and his army have gone on many mission to collect ancient and lost artifacts, history, and sources of arcane or chaotic power. He must always remain ready to defend against other denizens of the warp that seek to devour him. His master too has enemies.

Biography: Magnus was once the 15th "son" of the Emperor of Mankind in the 40K universe. These sons were called primarchs and were created in a lab using some of the emperor's own genetic information. He was originally lost, then found by the emperor and then united with a contingent of space marines that bore his own genetic code. Magnus and his army served the Imperium of Man until a series of unfortunate events that left Magnus with no choice but to die or surrender himself to the chaos god, Tzeentch. He chose the latter.

Vengeful against his former allies, and resentful to the god that so easily played him, Magnus endured the ages in a realm of space called the warp. He busied himself, yet things were not progressing. He had no hope of defeating a chaos god and regaining his freedom, not with Tzeentch's powerful foresight and unwavering concentration upon him. But as we know, there are other universes outside of warhammer, and things even Tzeentch cannot see.

The events that led to the jump across dimensions are fuzzy. Magnus remembers awakening with his heart racing in the darkness in what felt like realspace.

Powers: As a daemon primarch, Magnus was insanely powerful, like god level powerful, but his escape to Phoria has greatly diminished his power. He is no longer in reach of the Empyrean, or Tzeentch, and so he cannot draw magic from them. His body however, is still made of immaterial substance, warp-derived energy, and so he can still draw upon himself to some degree for his powers.

Magnus' abilities fall under all categories of "psychic powers," Which would include things like reading minds, shooting lightning, telekinesis, generating invisible forefields, and the like. He can also boost his senses, speed, and strength. However, because he is greatly weakened, these powers are now all on a much lower scale. I would estimate he could do no more than city-wide level damage, comparable to any of our accepted higher-powered characters for this rp. His abilities would also potentially be resistible by other characters.

He can fly, as he still has wings, and his body is uniquely durable and able to heal through most damage that would kill a mortal. Think of his as a demonic looking winged sorcerer with elaborate armor.

Weaknesses include: being ungainly in melee combat. Magnus just isn't a good physical fighter. He lacks the practice, the skill, the reaction time, and everything. He's also got one eye, and losing it would make him blind.

Weapons: Magnus has a glaive weapon through which he can channel energy attacks, such as lightning or force blast or ray. It's sharp and strong enough to potentially be used to parry.

Equipment: Glaive, armor.

Universe of Origin: warhammer 40K.

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

Later that day, a cool rush of air announced the vampire's entry into Bill's office. The sun was bright even through the windows, which was the likely excuse for wearing dark shades indoors. His long black hair hung loosely down his back like some kind of a rockstar, and he had on a fresh new suit, black this time. Mithias had the face of a young and innocent 22 year old, only blemished by that unnatural tone of white and stern jawline. Of course, he was anything but.

Mithias entered the office and glanced around. He wasn't smiling, and he wasn't going to say anything. Nothing needed to be said. The scent of tobacco was thick, as was the scent of warm, masculine blood... and coffee. Definitely coffee. The vampire looked Bill over from behind his shades and bore the disapproving glare of the director with no reaction, like he always did. A stack of Time Magazines suddenly became interesting, and Mithias picked up the top copy.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

I may not be able to stop myself from posting memes.

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@Andreyich All good man.

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Aldaric Felbane

Name: Aldaric Felbane

Chapter: Angels of Absolution

Chapter Demeanour: The Angels of Absolution are basically Dark Angels that do not believe that the elimination of all Fallen is necessary to receive the Emperor's forgiveness. They believe they have already been absolved through their subsequent service or are no longer associated with those that betrayed their primarch, Lion El'Johnson, long ago. Hence, they do not consider themselves "Unforgiven," and may not necessarily leave a mission to go after the Fallen if the opportunity arises. Punishing all traitors is of course, still a priority, but these guys have put their personal fears of shame aside for the good of the Imperium.

Often, The Angels of Absolution have worked alongside the Dark Angels, Deathwing and Ravenwing, although there may occasionally have been some friction due to their opposing ideologies. They only partially follow the Codex Astartes. Some may believe the Emperor will judge their souls in the afterlife and therefore see him as divine, while others leave such speculation to those who need it. Honor and atonement are heavy personal themes for these Astartes, and redemption and forgiveness are seen as possible to attain.

Angels of Absolution wiki

Personal Demeanour: Aldaric is very pragmatic. Like most space marines, he is focused on war, which demands a high degree of self control. He is loyal, obedient, courageous, and everything else you would expect for a honed warrior in the Emperor's legions, but he is also an individual. He is less likely to get involved in petty arguments over spirituality or government and more likely to be forgiving of the details as long as there is no disloyalty. He firmly believes that it is important to focus on the present, that honor is a continual act at each moment, despite the mistakes of the past. In battle, he is of the mind that the Emperor wants you alive and fighting, not sacrificed upon the alter of vain glory. He tends to pull others together with comradery and leadership. He would likely be the one to stop his own advance in order to help keep a brother alive and firing.

As far as xenos go, Aldaric bears true hatred against only one, the Tyranids. Other than that, he simply believes in human superiority and right to dominate. Killing xenos is no problem, but killing human traitors is a sad thing indeed.

Speciality: He's a good melee fighter, but probably not best placed at the very front line due to his inclination toward assisting others, directing attacks, and being unusually aware of the tides of battle on the field in general. He has natural qualities of leadership and awareness, which become suppressed when fully devoted to face-to-face combat.

Rank: Recruited as tactical marine.

Power Armour History: Mark VII Aquila/Imperator armor that had been painted white previously. Unknown know who may have worn it before. It's been kept in repair and there are some runes etched on the inside of the breastplate that supposedly confer protection.

Description: Aldaric looks pretty decent, aside for one bionic eye. His left eye is blue, and he has light colored skin and somewhat long, thick silver hair. He looks about 40 to 45 in age, pretty standard for being hundreds of years old. A scar over the right eye suggests what might have happened to it in the past.

Skills: Being a tactical marine, Aldaric is proficient with a wide range of weapons. He's more than decent with range weapons and prefers them since their use usually allows a wider field of vision. His excellent awareness skill has saved him and those close to him many times. Aldaric is literate, and he has unique familiarity with fighting Tyranid among other foes.

History: Aldaric was recruited from a deathworld that basically had dragons on it. Human populations had to band together and work with each other to defend themselves against the great beasts. Among them, young Aldaric was a knight who's duty it was to hunt and slay the enemy. Driven with lethal rage, he organized a small band to avenge a devastating attack on his home city that had resulted in the death of his entire family. He was the last man standing with the pelt of the black dragon, Felblaze, in his hand when a representative of the Dark Angels revealed himself. Aldaric had been judged worthy of the opportunity to fight and defend more people, to be part of a new family, and with nothing left to hold him back, he accepted. Aldaric forwent his former family name and changed it to Felbane, as a threat to all the new dragons he would slay.

Having survived the training and transformation into a space marine, Aldaric spent several centuries in service of the Emperor and mankind. Most recently, he fought in the Third Tyrannic War on Tarsis Ultra against the Hive Fleet Leviathan alongside Ultramarines, Mortifactors, several other chapters, and a Deathwatch kill team. Very many lives were lost, but the contingent was vital in stopping about half the Leviathon fleet from advancing into the Milky Way.

The reasons why Aldaric Felbane was tithed to the Deathwatch are unknown, but being one of the few to survive at Tarsis Ultra was probably a factor. His long years of experience and success in the Angels of Absolution had risen him to company master. His loss will be felt.

Being so selected is not seen so much an honor to the Dark Angels subchapters as it is a cause for grief and foreboding. Aldaric doesn't understand the basis for Imperial militaristic machinations, but he obeys, holding to the promise that he is needed to prevent the death of mankind.

Equipment and Armament: Stalker Pattern Bolter, powersword, grenades.

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@Jbcool Sorry. Please don't send space wolves after me.