Bloodrose

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

@Bloodrose I"m guessing I can assume Natalia has permission to board?

@levinfist

I'm going to wait until everyone has gotten a chance to get their character aboard the Ascension before my next post, but yes, Natalia can board.

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

Sheesh, a girl leaves for a week and everything moves on without her :P

Finally!

Kotys is a lady that looks of far higher birth than she actually is. She is lithe, slender and athletic, with prominent cheekbones and plenty of makeup to cover up whichever aspect of herself she deems unfitting of her that particular day. Beyond what was granted to her by birth, many of the more common signs of slaneeshi corruption display themselves across her. Her skin is marked with the Prince of Pleasure's symbol- its location etched into the skin just below her belly buttom, her tongue is unusually long and slightly forked, her eyes are particularly bright and abhumanly coloured, and despite wearing no perfume she always seems to have a pleasant odour, but there are no clawed arms or horns from her jaw.

In terms of how she acts, Kotys seems to have been born for the specific kind of shady politics that is oh-so-useful in the Imperium. Cunning, extremley manipulative and with few qualms for petty crimes such as blackmail, fraud, bribery, intimidation and politically motivated assault, Slaneesh's influcence has only increased her political acumen, not entirely overtaken it.

Besides political ability however, Kotys manages to tick most of the boxes when it comes to a folloewr of Slaneesh. Hedonistic, overindulgent, lustful and indulgent to a fault, Kotys' victories are marked by wild parties, many of which don't end until bodies are being carted away.

Born on Skuberrmia, Kotys never really had much of a choice to be a good, Emperor-fearing citizen. In the muck and dirt of the planet she was raised, her parents Slaneeshi cultists much like she would grow up to be. With her parents increasingly focused on debauchery rather than actually raising her, it was only the fact that Kotys was unusually intelligent and lucid that managed to carry her through her formative years without an overdose.

Once she was old enough to flee the nest she began to cultivate a reputation for herself, slowly creeping into first the peripharies, and then the lower boundaries of the politican machinations of the planet. Although hardly a VIP, her work has bourne small fruits- she can claim quite honestly to have a small following, and her 'office' is at least large enough to house the many colourful characters that come through its doors.

That being said, Kotys rapidly tires of being such a small fish. She wishes to place herself on the map of Skuberrmia, and the best way of doing so, at least in her mind, is to do something truly impressive- to drag the spotlight onto her by force.

@Lady Selune

The lovely lady is approved! Feel free to add her to the CS tab :)

Great posts, so far, everyone! It's really nice to see the party take shape.

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

@Bloodrose

Minos Bull-Head

Name/Titles: Minos Bull-Head, also called 'the Cleaver'.

Denomination: Khornate

Appearance: Centuries of conflict and his dedication to gathering heads for his brass-clad master have bought change upon Minos that he can't say he does not welcome.

Where once stood a noble and handsome Astartes, now is a creature both more and less than he ever was as a transhuman.

Standing near eight-and-a-half feet tall outside of any form of armour, Minos' once proud visage was twisted and warped by dark energies into the likeness of a bullock - his entire body sprouting crimson fur that had gradually began to grey over time, his face lengthening with a crack of bone and flesh, now snouted in the way of a raging bull, and a pair of large horns jutting from his cranium that he has tipped with bronze.

This entire head is usually covered by a 'helmet' of black iron uniquely formed to fit his head and leave only his mouth, eyes and horns uncovered.

His Astartes physiology too meleded with that of his God, his form becoming infused in such a way that his mass almost doubled - and yet there is not an inch of fat on him - his original power armour unable to contain him and so discarded on some battelfield somewhere. He fights without protection on his torso, save for a branded Mark of Khorne burnt into his chest, trusting in Khorne and his own thickened hide and flesh to keep him safe.

Lastly were his once-human legs, twisted and warped into hoofed limbs, these and his loins covered by ramshackle carapace armour coloured crimson by the blood of innocents.

He fights with no firearms, but carrys two chainaxes of ancient providence, neither one having ever broken or let him down... yet.

Personality: In spite of his bodily form, and of his chosen deity, Minos is far from a stupid brute or frenzied killer.

No, Minos likes to believe he embodies the memories of those legendary figures of Ancient Terra - Akhilles, Alaksander who men called the Great and so on - seeking out the enemies champions and either besting them or hoping that his skull finds its way to the side of Khornes throne.

To this end he is not really a team player, though can (and has) fought alongside others on numerous occasions; it is unfortunate that most of them eventually came to the attention of his blades.

No, he is no strategist or battlefield tactician, but he is not yet a ravening monster either. Indeed he remains calm and collected for the most part, combat only sharpening his focus even further, nevertheless needing to isolate himself after prolonged conflict lest he dispatch those around him.

Overall he lives by his own 'code', though even he could not tell you what it is exactly, going where Khorne bids him and accepting his outbursts of violence as they come.

Biography: Minos began his life as Minosian Etrokalos, inductii of the XII legion, his memories of that early life and his first assemblage on Bodt fading in and out just as all his other memories do with exceptional alacrity.

Great detail will not be given here, but needless to say - as a member of the 'Bloody 13th' expeditionary fleet - Minosian was a part of the transformation which overtook the World Eaters legion and forever fractured them from the once-noble War Hounds to a thousand splintered warbands of crazed psychopaths.

The Horus Heresy camy and went, Minosian shed the blood of friend and foe alike, fully embracing the new patronage of the legion by what he saw as the ultimate warrior deity.

Millennia ultimately passed, entire lifetimes of war consumed within the Eye of Terror, which eventually led to the former World Eaters ascending from a mere pawn of the Blood God to a more gifted champion in his name.

After being transformed by his patron, and uninterested in any form of following, Minos (as he was now styling himself) made his way back into real space and, with Khorne's help, a worthy challenge of his skill.

He has been attracted to the service of Eromulus Krynne because of their desire for the gauntlet, a gauntlet washed in the blood of thousands, an artefact worthy of dedication to Khorne, and so he has made his way to Skuberrima and the Screaming Vortex.

Perhaps, finally, he may find a fight worth having, and if not... well...

Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne.

Other: Not currently, but I may think of some later.

Okie dokie, again this is a very rough prolfile, but functional if accepted; I will again probably edit it later, but the base details won't change.

@Jbcool

I like it! Minos is accepted.

In terms of the Butcher's nails, I'll leave that to your discretion, JB.

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

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Was going to be a Khornegor (Khorngor?) Either way, but not a bad idea about a Bestigor. I'm more deciding on the type of Beastman (huge, normal size etc), rather than denomination etc.

@Jbcool

I know precious little about 40k Beastmen, but I can do some digging, if you're stuck for ideas.

Lo and Behold

Tis I

@Ezekiel

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

@Gallows@Bloodrose cool if our dudes just sort of... walk in from the shadows like the epic edgelords Alpha Legion and Night Lord they are?

@Andreyich

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

@Bloodrose Possibly too late, but if it's alright with you, I'm going to give my character a complete make-over. It won't be anything drastic, just so he fits in with the whole... this, better than he does now; also means I can watch everyone else post.

@Jbcool

Works for me, compadre! Just gimmie a knock when he's been re-done, and I'll take a look.

[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