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Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

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Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Octavia shouldered her lascarbine and looked at the rather grandiose procession of Guardsmen that had suddenly entered the makeshift battlefield. She silently scanned each uniform and matched it to a name she recognised. There were Cadians, Elysians, even some Kriegers, and Steel Legion. The former guardswoman felt a pang of shame and jealousy upon laying eyes on their greatcoats and respirators. That should be her. She should be among them. Of course she didn't let it show on her face. She merely stared impassively as more men poured into the room. Finally the stream of soldiers stopped and formed themselves around the 'victors' of the skirmish. A few prisoners didn't quite understand what was going on and ended up paying the price. A wet smack caused Octavia to look over. It was Phrike, the prison doctor, his skull caved in from a power maul. Unfortunate. He could have been useful. She only prayed that the Emperor forgave whatever sin had him locked up in the first place.

The penal legionnaire looked over at the rest of her 'squad' to make sure they were not getting themselves into trouble. A few of them looked particularly uneasy. Gate seemed quite excited all things considered. The PDF Sergeant, Tigranes seemed slightly on edge. She understood his concern. Executions were not so uncommon at gatherings such as these. Nonetheless there wasn't anything they could do about it now. Their lives were in the Emperor's hands now more than ever.

A throng of officers made themselves visible, inquiring about Eighth Squad in particular. Curious. They hadn't won had they? Merely survived. The Colonel (as Octavia noted by his insignia) began to speak.

“Eighth squad! My name is Colonel Harvar of the Cadian Seventy-Fifth. You have all proved yourself today, along with those other squads who competed here before you, and those that shall after. I would be most grateful to speak with the leader – or the person in command - of your squad, are they present?”

Octavia considered for a moment. There wasn't a true chain of command, though she supposed she WAS the de facto leader of Eighth Squad, especially after what had happened not mere minutes before. However, she was mute so perhaps she would be passed over for command on account of being unable to vocalise orders. Of course, Tigranes had other plans.

"Your Excellency, that would be Octavia. She was the one that took the bunker for us and led the counter-attack to drive off the other con- the enemy. Granted, her disability is a negative, but I figure that even with that there isn't anyone else with as much experience and training, she being former Guard and all, Your Excellency."

He pointed to Octavia and she stepped forward and saluted. When he mentioned her disability, the mute pointed to the scar across her neck, hoping that it got the point across. Octavia allowed herself to hope for a moment. Perhaps if they put her in charge they'd give her voice back. It couldn't be that big of an operation. Maybe a few medicae and a day or two in the medbay... She forced the thoughts away. It was a nice daydream but in reality she didn't even know what she'd do if she got her voice back. Octavia forced herself back into the here and now and warily eyed the Colonel for his next set of orders.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

I believe I still need to post. Which I will do in the next 24 hours :)

After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

Lady Venus Dare

Name: Lady Venus Dare
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Age: 22
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Gender: Lady
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Height: 5’7” or 170 cm
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Weight: 121 pounds or about 55 kg
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Noble virtue: The Ambitious- Lady Venus always strives to better herself in any way possible (using any method available)

Knight Archetype:

Footknight, Lady Venus prefers to fight on foot with her heirloom bastard sword, as not to endanger her only horse. Were she to gain a spare horse she'd probably become a mounted knight.
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Equipment:
> Suit of Splint Mail, blackened and blessed steel that proudly displays her family's (rather obscure) crest.
> Bastard Sword, blessed steel, well-maintained and high quality sword that was passed to Venus from her father.
> Black shield, wood covered in blessed steel, usually she leaves this on her back or with her horse as her sword is typically used with both hands.
> Pack Horse named Confession

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Magic: N/A
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Vows: ???
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Background/Upbringing:

Venus' father was a Knight of some small renown who was was granted a equally small estate as a reward for his services to the Crown. While it was not the most glamorous of places, it was a big step up for the Knight. Eventually he married another lower class noblewoman and they had a single daughter, Venus. Venus grew up up a strange limbo. She wasn't quite proper gentry, yet she was clearly above the commoners. Her family was not exactly poor but yet wasn't wealthy either. Because of this clear divide, young Venus dreamt of following in her Father's footsteps and winning the prestige she felt her family deserved. Her Father saw in young Venus the same fire of ambition that he too had experienced at her age and agreed to teach her all he knew about knighthood.

Over the course of her more martial training, Venus also took time to study court etiquette and intrigue, befriending various other noblewomen and learning their various personalities and tactics they used to try their hand at climbing the social ladder. Shortly before the downfall began, her father passed away peacefully, a rare end for a knight such as him. Mere days after her father passed, her mother followed suit, leaving in her in sole control of her family's modest holdings.

Thankfully for the upstart Dare heiress, her small estate has mostly avoided the fighting save for a few minor skirmishes. To this end, Lady Venus has taken most of her household guards and joined with the remaining forces of Camelot.

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Personality:

The Lady Venus Dare is a passionate, driven, ambitious, confident-bordering-on-arrogant, and yet very charming woman. Her biggest flaw is also her biggest strength; she puts her all of her passion into what she does. This makes her very good at leading men and gaining the respect of others and yet also entangles her. She can be ruthless but not quite cold-blooded, and it's hard for her to accept defeat or 'cut off the arm to save the body' so to speak. Overall, despite being fairly inexperienced, Venus Dare is self-assured and confident that she can elevate her family to new heights in this troubled time.

After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

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After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

Lady Venus Dare

Name: Lady Venus Dare
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Age: 22
_
Gender: Lady
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Height: 5’7” or 170 cm
_
Weight: 121 pounds or about 55 kg
_
Noble virtue: The Ambitious- Lady Venus always strives to better herself in any way possible (using any method available)

Knight Archetype:

Footknight, Lady Venus prefers to fight on foot with her heirloom bastard sword, as not to endanger her only horse. Were she to gain a spare horse she'd probably become a mounted knight.
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Equipment:
> Suit of Splint Mail, blackened and proudly displaying her family's (rather obscure) crest.
> Bastard Sword, slightly plain if well-maintained and high quality sword that was passed to Venus from her father.
> Black Wooden Shield, usually she leaves this on her back or with her horse as her sword is typically used with both hands.
> Pack Horse

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Magic: N/A
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Vows: ???
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Background/Upbringing:

Venus' father was a Knight of some small renown who was was granted a equally small estate as a reward for his services to the Crown. While it was not the most glamorous of places, it was a big step up for the Knight. Eventually he married another lower class noblewoman and they had a single daughter, Venus. Venus grew up up a strange limbo. She wasn't quite proper gentry, yet she was clearly above the commoners. Her family was not exactly poor but yet wasn't wealthy either. Because of this clear divide, young Venus dreamt of following in her Father's footsteps and winning the prestige she felt her family deserved. Her Father saw in young Venus the same fire of ambition that he too had experienced at her age and agreed to teach her all he knew about knighthood.

Over the course of her more martial training, Venus also took time to study court etiquette and intrigue, befriending various other noblewomen and learning their various personalities and tactics they used to try their hand at climbing the social ladder. Shortly before the downfall began, her father passed away peacefully, a rare end for a knight such as him. Mere days after her father passed, her mother followed suit, leaving in her in sole control of her family's modest holdings.

Thankfully for the upstart Dare heiress, her small estate has mostly avoided the fighting save for a few minor skirmishes. To this end, Lady Venus has taken most of her household guards and joined with the remaining forces of Camelot.

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Personality:

The Lady Venus Dare is a passionate, driven, ambitious, confident-bordering-on-arrogant, and yet very charming woman. Her biggest flaw is also her biggest strength; she puts her all of her passion into what she does. This makes her very good at leading men and gaining the respect of others and yet also entangles her. She can be ruthless but not quite cold-blooded, and it's hard for her to accept defeat or 'cut off the arm to save the body' so to speak. Overall, despite being fairly inexperienced, Venus Dare is self-assured and confident that she can elevate her family to new heights in this troubled time.

Here's my cs. Also ignore the glowing magic sword and stuff on the picture >w<

After The Fall Of Camelot; The Broken Citadel

I'll go ahead and be daring and opt for Ruler, Foreign Knight, and Traitor.

After The Fall Of Camelot. (A Casual interest Check)

Hello. This looks fun. I am interested :)

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

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Neaera followed Acheri into the warehouse (or factory, or whatever this place used to be) and looked around in awe. It was unassuming and nothing really screamed THIS IS THE SECRET BASE OF A SUPERHERO VIGILANTE GROUP yet until... That. Nee almost gasped in shock. That was a giant glowing map. A solemn red dot glowed faintly on the screen that represented the whole of the city. It was starkly beautiful. She wondered (nearly aloud) if the red dot stood for a crime or a person or a place or or or... So many questions. Were there super villains that needed fighting? Did the Saints work with the Police? Was this the only hideout? Nee held her tongue. Not... Not now. Acheri looked stressed enough. She remembered something her mother had told her once. Vaguely. Something about patience. Patience being a good thing. Nee took a breath.

Acheri politely requested Nee to stick close and avoid wandering off. Right. Excitement and exploring later.

"Of course. I shall not wander off! Not yet anyway." Neaera flashed a coy smile at Acheri to try and brighten the mood. She was sure it was stressful trying to recruit people into a group like this. Nee guessed plenty of people wanted these guys gone, so their mistrust (or was it just caution?) was probably well deserved. The girl felt a pang of guilt for placing Acheri in this awkward situation. If Nee messed anything up, it was likely going to be blamed on Acheri. However, instead of making Neaera hesitant, she felt her resolve strengthen. She WILL join the Saints and she WILL do Acheri proud. This stranger's gambit on a lost would-be hero in the middle of the night was going to pay off.

Unfortunately Nee's train of thought was cut off by an angry middle-aged man holding a gun. On Nee and Acheri. And shouting.

“You have 10 fucking seconds to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here before I use your blood to dye these carpets.” The angry man shouted.

Nee thought fast. She recognised this man. His tone of voice, his face. It dawned on her.

"We met a week or so ago! You were after some serial bank robbers or something. I asked you if I could join the Saints and you told me to uh- 'Get lost' in less polite terms, but I was insistent and you eventually told me to find you guys in Red Harbour. So I did! Acheri is one of you!"

Neaera spit the sentence out as fast as she could, in her most disarming tone of voice. She hoped it was enough.

The Patron Saints || A Unique Superhero RP

Sorry, I've been busy. I'll post today.