Bloodrose

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

The Introductory IC post is up! Feel free to start moving your characters to Krynne's ship, everyone. Then we can begin!

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

The Awoken sat in orbit above Skuberrima, floating serenely in the dark abyss of the ceaseless void.

“You seem troubled, my dear.” Euromulus Krynne called out to Laverna, from his throne of lavish cushions.

“Just a little...apprehensive,” she told him, moving slowly towards the cluster of pillows and sofas where Krynne was sat, sipping from a snifter full of dark yellow Raenka.

“You’re worried about our impending guests?” the merchant asked Laverna, making no attempt to mask the way his greedy eyes drank her in, just as he guzzled the Raenka in his glass.

“Aren’t you?” Laverna sat down on a sette, opposite Krynne. She relaxed her posture, resting her back against the silky cushions.

Part of Krynne’s larger fleet, the Awoken was a modified Iconoclast Destroyer, which had been fitted with an opulent lounge, where the pair were waiting to receive the killers and mercenaries who would soon form their warband.

Heavily armed pirates, wearing gleaming silver masks, stood sentinel in the corners of the lounge. They gripped lasguns in their gauntlet-clad hands, and wore body armour beneath multi-coloured shawls.

Then there was Krynne’s servants.

The rabble of slaves were dotted about the lounge, waiting to tend to whatever inclinations the merchant demanded be satiated. Some were visibly men, some markedly women, whereas others sat indistinguishably on the spectrum between femininity and masculinity.

Laverna’s eyes rested on a lumbering abhuman, with mottled grey flesh, covered in cloying bumps and bulges. The mutant carried a tray in its shaky, unsettled grip, which bore a bottle of Vlod.

“Mutual benefit will keep them in-check,” Krynne assured her “and I am quite confident in the capabilities of my crew, should enmity get in the way of a peaceful meeting.”

She couldn't help but wonder if Krynne had forgotten that they were expecting rogue astartes, amongst others.

“The gauntlet is what matters, Sweetling,” the merchant told her, in his usual leering tone “once we have that in our grasp, I will shower you in all the Cursewine that your pretty little heart can take.”

Laverna cracked her knuckles, nonchalantly draping one arm over the side of the sette.

“Just point me in the right direction,” she told Krynne “I’ll get you the gauntlet...even if we have to set Skuberrima on fire.”

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Castigus

Name/Titles: Castigus Sharak

Denomination: Chaos Undivided.

Appearance:

Towering at approximately nine and a half feet tall out of his power armor Castigus frame is on the tall end of the space marines range of heights. With pale skin, black eyes, and dark stingy black hair he is readily identifiable as a Nostroman native. The right side of his head has been shaved away and Nostroman script spiders across the pale flesh in blue ink. Crawling down the right side of his face and neck; the tattoos continue down over his right shoulder. A gift or perhaps a curse from the Ruinous Powers the tattoo is a warp mutation.

The Astartes gene-bulked body features the characteristic ports of his black carapace. Beneath his skin dark lines have begun to appear tracing veins and arteries; another visible sign of his increasing corruption.

In his armor, Castigus is a terrible sight to behold. Painted in the colors of his legion the armor is covered with a variety of death motifs as originally encouraged by The Nighthaunter. Hundreds of decorative bronze skulls can be seen within the trim of his armor. Each wrought with varying degrees of expression in the brown arches and jaws of the skulls. Eschewing the bat-winged helm of other Legionnaires, Castigus helm is smooth save for his vox-grille which has been worked into the clenched teeth of a skull. Additional markings along his pauldrons and armor indicate his assignment to the Tenth Company, 3rd Claw as a Night Raptor. If the markings were not enough of an indication, Castigus preference for a jump pack often makes it readily apparent. Armed with Legion bolt pistol, bolt gun, combat Knife and chain axe, Castigus maintains the lighter close combat weapons of a Raptor over more archaic or heavy armaments.

Personality: On the opposite end of the spectrum from many of his companions in the Night Raptor’s ranks Castigus possess an almost laconic demeanor. Many could accuse him of being slow at the worst of times or overly patient at the best. While he may be slower to anger or bloodlust than his murderous brothers he still possesses the gene predilections of his legion. When combat or the need to inflict terror and pain are upon him Castigus loses much of his usual demeanor becoming vicious and brutal. True to his assignment as a Night Raptor.

Following the destruction of third Claw, Castigus has begun to learn to channel this hot burning viciousness. The change has been brought about more out of necessity than out of real want on his part as it stems from his new Alpha Legion brother. As if this change were not strange enough Castigus has also begun another, perhaps arguably more sinister, change in his personality. The Nighthaunter’s grim sense of black and white justice has begun to creep back into Castigus’ actions and thoughts. Where once he might have slaughtered everyone without a thought he now assigns sins for which they are being punished. Cowardice, Pride, Sloth, the list goes on.

Biography: Castigus was born on Nostromo and was raised there during the Great Crusade. His family were informants for one of the local crime bosses after the Nighthaunter had been called back to Holy Terra and the planet had deteriorated once more. During one of the selections for children to be sent as a tithe, he was selected. His parents were merely thankful that it was the youngest and not one of his older siblings who were chosen. Little did they know it was his age that was to be desired for he would be gene forged into one of the Emperor’s Astartes.

Years passed in a whirlwind for Castigus who passed the trials of a space marine and was finally assigned to 10th Company. Void Warfare Specialists. For a time it was almost a peaceful thing for him. They would be sent off to one theatre of war or another. By that time their reputation was established. The system or world would plead for mercy, and there would be mercy. The Emperor’s Mercy in the form of a vicious and sudden campaign of terror and brutality before order was restored. It mattered little to Castigus who the enemy was for it was a simple thing. Whoever his Captains and Primarch said he should kill. He killed with startling viciousness letting them scream out their last moments in blessed fear.

Then the time came, the Warmaster. Now the Arch-Traitor Horus decided it was for the best that the Emperor be dethroned. Once again he was pitched back into the fight but this time. This time it was different. Brother fought brother, and the carnage that was wrought across the Galaxy was apocalyptic. Castigus reveled in it as he always had but now his brother’s deviations were not so strange in light of Lorgar’s children allowing the Neverborn to ride their souls. Or for Slow and plodding Mortarion’s children to show up to the siege of Terra bloated with pox and disease. “Gifts” he later learned from the death god Nurgle. Still, stranger was Magnus’ Thousand Sons fully steeped in the powers of the Warp. The list went on. It didn’t matter.

While his brother’s boots found the soil of Holy Terra Castigus fought a different war. A silent one. In the quiet void between ships where he participated in boarding action after boarding actions. Racing down the hallways of Imperial ships and Space Marine battle barges alike. The Cult Mechanicus had sided with them after all… The rush had been something, unlike anything he had ever felt.

When all was said and done they fled into the night. Sowing terror and death across the stars before they were finally forced to limp into Eye space. Their Captain became the Exalted. Things changed. They always did. It was never really the same in light of Tera. Finally, the day came. He never could remember the name of the planet. Some Black Legion resisting bastion of Slaaneshi cultists. Didn’t matter. They screamed a lot. He couldn’t tell if it was from the fear they had inflicted or because they liked it. When it was all said and done he was left wandering on the surface of a still reeling planet. Alone without the other members of Third Claw with the Covenant of Blood vanished into the void.

That had been when he met the Alpha Legionnaire. After a brief standoff in which they determined that their goals were mutually aligned the two began the grim business of escaping the planet and finding a new purpose. An unlikely duo to say the least. But an effective and deadly one without a doubt. The cunning of a Twentieth Legion spook and the sheer unadulterated fear of an Eight Legion terror trooper working in concerted tandem.

Necessity and the will of the Gods have finally seen fit to bring the pair to the surface of Skuberrima. Strange enough to find a single legionnaire without a Warband, let alone two from different Legions. Running low on personal supplies it's clear the two are more than willing to sell their talents to the highest bidder. And their talents are nothing to be scoffed at.

Other: The Night Lords have several notable differences from other space marine Legions stemming from their heritage and the will of their Primarch. Notably They are capable of a Vox amplified shriek sufficient to incapacitate most augmented and augmented mortals for a period of time. In addition their power armor has been augmented to provide a type of auspex that augments their already perfect night vision giving them the ability to see living beings heat signatures, termed “prey sight”. Castigus was blessed with Nostroman heritage and as a result has the perfect night vision of his legion however bright unfiltered lights can be painful and disruptive to his sight without his helmet.

The finished product.
@Bloodrose

@Gallows

Looks good! Castigus is approved!

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

@Bloodrose So, on the topic of space magic, and sorry if I've been a bit silent on my end, I should mention that Idolitrex Magi are, usually, a branch of Hereteks who dabble into psychic powers/sorcery on top of their expertise with machinery and, well, daemon engines (since, y'know, Dark Mechanicus and whatnot). I hope that is ok? If not, I can retool my character or go for something a tad different.

@Mortarion

Yeah, thats fine! about ten minutes after asking what they were, I found their class section, reading through the Tome of Fate :P

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

@Bloodrose I hadn't really envisioned it as grandiose as that, especially in the department of powers. I had him more or less pegged as a relatively simple and lackluster gunslinger on a scary black horse. 'Strider' really only existed to provide him a mount that would be consistantly available throughout the campaign. Any other other changes that may have come across as gifts were strictly for aesthetic purposes. However, I'm still fully willing to rework the sheet into something you're more comfortable with.

I'll get the rewritten version out sometime tonight, or tomorrow.

@Guy0fV4lor

Nice one. Cheers, dude :)

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

@Guy0fV4lor I think right now theres a bit too much space magic for me, especially for someone who is a part of this little adventure. I feel like for Jake to go from farmhand to full on monster daemon cowboy, kitted out with super duper powers, like a conjourable ghost horse, the chaos gods would have had to have taken a massive interest in him, to the point that they would have much bigger plans for him than what is going to unfold in this game.

Perhaps he could be adapted and tonned down a bit, to be a space cowboy that snapped after the death of Mary, and started following the dark gods?

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Awwww, my first character idea was a messian chemhunter devoted to khorne. I didn't go with him because we already had too many frontline types and several khornites.

But Having two messians would have been funt

@Ollumhammersong

Things might have gotten...messy.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Laverna Titus

Name/Titles:

Laverna Titius.

Denomination:

Slaanesh.

Appearance:



Of average height, and a nimble fighter’s build, Laverna has an agile physique. Elements of her appearance, such as her hair, and piercings, seem to change on a frequent basis, and her pale flesh is covered with scars, and tattoos.

Personality:

Having grown up on the harsh and desolate world of Messia, Laverna’s personality is typical of one raised in such a Darwinian environment. She is cold, callous, and cruel. The young woman is emotionally stunted, and rarely forms personal connections.

What little flare of life she possesses comes from her infatuation with art, and her love of chems. The longer that Laverna has spent away from Messia, the more animated she has become.

Whilst her formative years forged a merciless and ruthless killer, Laverna has come to learn that there is more to the universe than Messia, and stands on the cusp of a dark rebirth.

Biography:

Born in the ruined city of Mekonta, Laverna was raised as a slave, which lead to a life competing in bloodsports for Drilling Barons, and Messia’s other “elite”. Her successes in the arena earnt her a spot in the expeditionary forces which traveled outside of Mekonta, in search of promethium.

It was on one of these expeditions that Laverna and her comrades were abducted by pirates working for Euromulus Krynne.

The merchant sought new bodies to be put to work as mercenaries, harvested for parts and organs, or forced into slavery.

Throughout the trials which the Mekontan’s were put through as a display of worth, Laverna excelled, and the depraved Krynne took a shining to her.

In the years to follow, Laverna rose to prominence as Krynne’s most cold-blooded weapon, and favourite plaything.

It was through Krynne that Laverna learnt what it meant to live a life of extreme decadence, and to indulge one’s darkest desires.

It was also through Krynne, that Laveran would come to hear the name of Slaanesh.

Other:

Laverna has a fondness for Glittershells, and tends to utilize them in long-ranged combat. For close-quarters, she prefers the use of her Æthéme blade.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

Hope everyone had a great weekend!

I'll get my own character sheet up, then crack on with the introduction to the IC.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

@Bloodrose More or less, yes. Have you read "Fulgrim", by chance? It has a good example of what I'm trying to describe. In it the Emperor's Children long before the official start of the Horus Heresy are fighting some psykers, and one of the Emperor's Children is being simultaneously held in place and mind being burned away at by one of the enemy psykers. Whereas some other Marines were powerless to such treatment the guy in question did a grand scream that was enough to daze the psyker for a few moments, enough for the playing field to be levelled so the Marine could go shoot and stab the fellow as Marines do.

@Andreyich

I have indeed read Fulgrim! I have a lot of love for that book.

That's all cool for me, then.