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

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I apologize for delays

Warhammer 40,000 - The Schism of Man [30K Heresy-Era Retelling]

@ClocktowerEchos not bringing back mon-Kal, may do something based on the crusader orders or something else still not sure

Warhammer 40,000 - The Schism of Man [30K Heresy-Era Retelling]

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The Marauders (Will Return)

L'Azul

Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt

Age: 53

Race: Kautada

Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.

He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.

Salamander inspiration for appearance of race

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Chief Science officer

Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.

After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.

Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/

Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.

Sidearm

Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.

Other: None

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

Expect a post tomorrow

The Marauders (Will Return)

L'Azul

Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt

Age: 53

Race: Kautada

Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.

He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.

Salamander inspiration for appearance of race

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Chief Science officer

Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.

After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.

Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/

Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.

Sidearm

Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.

Other: None

A Sci-Fi Space Adventure! (A Reboot)

I'll be joining as chief science officer and head of research!

Trials of Initiation (high Casual, Warhammer 40k roleplay)

Gonna try to hash out a character this weekend.

@POOHEAD189

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

'Saint's Chariot', Personal battleship of Emperor Gregori Amastov, Present day

@TemplarKnight07@Hecticlord@Evil Snowman

Gregori listened as his generals discussed their strategy of diplomacy. Hopefully it would be true that the Forge moon was still under the control of the Adeptus Mechanicus and that they were open to negotiation. The idea of a small group of diplomats meeting to both assess the Forge Moons condition as well as possibly convince them to allow a further discussion of joining the Imperium Reborn was indeed a sound strategy. The talk of the Cannonness joining was worrisome, she could very well ruin any chance of a permanent relationship with the Forge Moon with her Zealotry. On that front he agreed with Lord Corbec.

"I agree with Lord Corbec. The Canoness Ishita is... to volatile for such a possibly delicate diplomatic situation. She shall remain in orbit with the fleet until we are certain she can cause no damage to our negotiations. The rest of the Diplomatic party seems... more than adequate."

The Emperor concluded with a nod of assurance. "If things do devolve into a war... we must avoid damaging the Forge Moon or it's Techpriests. They are a commodity we cannot afford to lose. Our current Mechanicus has but a hundred or so Priests, hardly enough to keep everything running, and they can only train more so quickly. Above all when we take the Priests prisoner they must be treated with utmost respect and civility, comfortable quarters and preferential treatment. I will not have Techpriests mistreated in any way. If possible they must become willing prisoners who we may release to work for and with us. Of course, this is all only if things devolve into a war, which I sincerely hope they will not. Well, Generals you may return to your ships, as the next strategy meeting will not be until we arrive in Orbit. If any of you have business to with me or other matters, feel free to remain here", he concluded decisively.

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'Saint's Chariot', Personal battleship of Emperor Gregori Amastov, Present day

@thewizardguy

Gregori watched from beneath a mask of neutrality as K'vari arrived with his usual train of goods. More than a few were simply baubles and bribes in his many crates, but occasionally the Xeno would begrudgingly offer something of use to him. A weapon or personal object or Ecclesiastical relic. Perhaps he would receive something like that today along with stealth drives for his ships. As K'vari began his little rant Gregori purposefully spaced out to an extent, refusing to let the repugnant little thing butter him up. Despite the traders experience in trading far overshadowing the Emperor's own Gregori was not without advantages in these trades. First and foremost was the Aliens confidence. He had been swindling humans his entire life, with much success. Even the most careful of negotiators grow complacent and overconfident after enough victory, and K'vari had experienced much victory over humans in his life.

Gregori could almost not get over how... hideous the little creature was. Dog-like and haunting he looked not unlike the boogeymen of old bed time stories meant to scare children into obedience, the creature that hid under the bed and stole away foolish and naughty children. He watched the creases of his pug like face move and crack as he gestured about and attempted to hype up his super weapons. These 'Phase Reality fields' would surely prove invaluable, but Gregori had plan to not only ensure they would work but that he'd not be swindled for them. Speaking of price, Gregori raised an eybrow at the traders'.

"Ten percent of what Master Trader K'vari? You must be more specific, I will not blindly acceopt any price after all!", Gregori joked to the xeno as he waited for clarification on the price. "Ah, and what else have you brought before me today? I see your... servants heavy with goods."

Forge Moon Amatheus, Manufactorum Alpha I

@Marx

The Magos nodded as the Wolf Lord communicated that he as on approach. "+++Hurry Wolf Lord, I know not how long I can hold this breach.+++", even as he spoke the already damaged Kataphron servutors' chest exploded as a rocket slammed home into it. Blood, oil and metal sliced through the air, killing a fair number of nearby cultists. Xerxes shuddered at it as he cut down another squad, the other two Servitors had both their weapons blazing, Plasma culverin and phosphor blaster, Gravity Cannon and flamer tearing into the Hordes of Heretics. If the Wolves did not arrive soon, it may be they will arrive at a breach with no one to reinfiorce.

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

I will be posting up tomorrow