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Teen Titans: New Beginnings

Pandor

Name: Bartolomeo Peckish

Alias: Pandor

Image/Description:


Due to the nature of Pandor's signature power, no one actually knows what his original face, form or even gender is for certain. Whatever it might have been, he seems to prefer being male since that will generally be the gender he falls back to and generally uses the most. While the flesh and body might change, what remains consistent is the red hood and the white mask that he wears when he isn't pretending to be someone or something else.

Age:
Impossible to tell from appearance alone, but he's actually in his early to mid twenties age wise.

Gender:
Complicated, but seems to identify as male.

Race:
Mutant Human.

Alignment:
Villain

Mentors:
Numerous, through they were generally unaware of his true identity at the time. Check Backstory for details.

Skills/Meta Abilities:

Shape Shifter: Pandor is naturally gifted as a shape shifter, being able to alter his body to take on the appearance of anyone or just about anything mundane that he wants provided that it is a living creature. While he is taking a non-human form, he gains access to the abilities that it has access to... provided that they are a result of a physical characteristic of the body in question. His shape shifting does not allow for the use of any magical abilities that the creature may possess.

For example: If he was to take the form of a spider, he would be able to climb most surfaces easily because that is a physical trait. If he was the take the form of a venomous snake, he would have venom because the venom sacks are a physical part of the snake. If he took the form of a cockatrice however, he would not have its death stare since that is a magical ability and not a physical one.

He has experimented with partial transformations (IE, shifting a limb into that of a different species while keeping the rest something else), but the results of this have been... difficult to maintain to say the least. He also needs to understand the biology of what he is transforming into in order to get the benefits (and weaknesses) of it; He could look exactly like Aqua Man if he wanted to, but without understanding the biology behind being an Atlantian and what makes them so powerful it would just be appearances alone.

Mixed Martial Arts: While he earned them individual under teachers that any civilian can have access to, Pandor is a brown belt at Taekwondo, skilled at American Kick Boxing and practiced at Muay Thai. While individually not that impressive, combined with Pandor's innate shape shifting makes him a very dangerous person to fight in close combat.

Biology Minded: While likely a side effect of his powers, Pandor has taken the time to learn about biology. He is not one of those professors who understands seemingly everything about what the field has to offer, but his education has given him a solid foundation and the ability to figure things out as he pushes ahead.

Personality:
Pandor is one of nature's actors and thus it is really difficult to pin down a personalty... at least, pinning down what his actual personalty might be. Some suspect even he doesn't fully know what kind of person he is at heart, since when someone asked him what it was like to be a shape shifter he answered "You have to be careful. You spend too long pretending to be other people and sooner or later you'll forget who you're meant to be when you're not wearing the mask."

While he would never admit it, the reason he wears his trademark mask when he isn't required to pretend to be something else is because he no longer remembers what he originally looked like and the mask... comforts him. It gives him a sense of identity that when the mask is on, he is himself. As such, he will come down on anyone who tries to steal or damage his mask with anger and furious vengeance that will be shift and brutal. Even allowing someone to touch his mask is an act of trust that goes beyond words for him.

When Pandor is wearing his mask and is being himself, he is rather civil and generally aloof to the problems of people he doesn't know. His views on some of the work he does (stealing, spying and assassination) is that it is just a job to him; The universe is cold, uncaring and the capitalist system of America punishes those who can't make ends meet in a largely stacked game. Interestingly, he doesn't wear the costume while working: The mask comes on when Pandor is off the clock.

Pandor is not the kind of villain who blows open a bank vault, grabs as much as can be carried and leaves; Quiet and subtle are his watch words. A good job is one where no one knows anything happened until sometime after the fact.

That being said... while Pandor isn't generally social those few people who he considers friends he treasures highly. Loyalty is hard earned but once he offers it, Pandor will always be willing to help a friend out.

As far as he is concerned, Pandor is Pandor. Whatever his name or identity was before, it's dead now.

Likes: Professionalism, Video Games, Table Top Role Playing Games, Fan Forums.

Dislikes: Unprofessionalism, Hackers (in a Video Game context), Power Gamers, Internet Trolls.

Backstory:
Pandor has told numerous tales of his origins. He has claimed to have originated as one of many children born to a farmstead up near the frozen north of the world whom joined his father one day on a business trip down south and simply never returned north having been born with the ability to change form at will, the son of a doctor who lived in the far east who uncovered the secrets of how to change his form in ancient occult texts before before forced to flee his homeland due to a war... and one interesting tale about being a noble born from a distant land whom had come across the occult when normal experiences and sensations grew boring. Which, if any, of these tales are actually true he keeps completely to himself.

The sad truth is that Bartolomeo was just a normal kid born and raised in a strict religious household who did well at school, played basket ball on the weekends and when to church on Sunday. That life changed as he started puberty and his mutant power to shape shift developed. His family rejected him, with his father driving him to the nearest city, giving him a tent and five dollars before abandoning him on the streets to fend for himself.

Bartolomeo disappeared, like many other children abandoned or forced to flee from their homes and live on the streets. Pandor appeared shortly afterwards and the rest, as they say, is history. Using the funds he started to build up from his life of crime, Pandor invested it into further his education; False identities were created for those activities (such as schooling) that required such things, but for the most part all he needed was the money to pay for the class and an eager face to learn and he would be accepted just about anywhere.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Keystone City, 34th Bush Street Shopping Center
January 1st, 2020.

As with all cities, there are areas that simply fall out of favor and are generally abandoned by everyone who can afford to be anywhere else. Bush Street Shopping Center was one such area. Once upon a time it had been a filled with store fronts and businesses, but as the economy tanked a few times and its inability for most of the businesses who had been there to compete with more well known competitors in better locations, the only storefront that remained that didn't have a 'For Rent' or 'For Lease' sign in the window of the otherwise empty buildings was a cake shop that had proven time and time again to supply high quality cakes and other desserts while benefiting from the relatively low rent of the area.

Twitchy the Rabbit had made his home in the back one of the empty buildings. Getting in hadn't been too hard, since the cameras had long been damaged and no one clearly cared enough to have them replaced and the back door had used a handle found in the door knob itself... which had shattered as soon as he had applied just a little more pressure then average.

It was a relatively humble little lair; A small pile of blankets and cushions to snuggle up and let his host rest during the day, several piles of books sorted into different subjects that either interested him or where fields of study he wished to pursue, a tub and piece of line that he washed himself, his host and their cloths with... and a metal bar that he jammed the door so that he didn't need to worry about someone stumbling in on him randomly.

Truth be told, his host didn't seem to require rest or sleep... but Twitchy liked doing it anyway. After all, his ability to move around and function depended on his host and even if they didn't have a mind anymore, the least he could do was ensure that they laid down and got a good days rest. It wasn't like they had anything better to do during the daylight hours either; He had figured out fairly quickly that operating during the light of pure day was more hassle then it was generally worth... so bunkering down was kind of a requirement.

Today he was studying a book he had borrowed from a library a bit further out then the ones he generally visited after hours. It was a rather informative documentation on a series of known Loa of Louisiana Voodoo; Who they were, what signs and rituals they were generally connected to and how to recognize them once they possessed a horse. It was a fascinating subject, if for no other reason then because ever since he had started to look into the magic that had brought him and Mortimer to life, the possibility of them being Loa was clear to see... but despite it being early days he hadn't located information on who either himself or Mortimer might have been before their awakening.

Of course, there was always another page to be turned. New secrets and information to be uncovered. So while the rest of the world passed him by, Twitchy the Rabbit contented himself with the pursuit of knowledge as his human host laid there, wrapped in blankets on a pile of pillows with their eyes closed.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

High Command: Laeran

Micholi’s head was bowed, his eyes closed and his breathing steady as he attempted to meditate and center himself in the early stages of the storm building around him. The operations to bring the war on Laeran to its conclusion hadn’t officially started yet; The aquatic forces of the Lurkers and Lions were in the process of sinking into position quietly for the important second stage while many of his own legionaries moved around the planet to prepare for the chaos of the first stage. However, such preparation had a price.

Since they had established their foothold, Micholi had sown a campaign of misdirection against the Laer with a very important goal in mind.

From the start, he had known that the Laer’s underwater cities and facilities were going to be one of the hardest fortifications to try and take, even more so if he had pushed an aggressive war on the surface; Forcing them from the surface to retreat underwater would just make an already difficult to attack fortification harder to breach since they would have more bodies and they would be better suited than the Night Watch when it came to fighting in such an environment.

So he had made a show of the Imperium being… unwilling and inexperienced at waging warfare underwater. He had intentionally set up the defenses of their foothold on the world so originally the defenses aimed towards the sea itself were a weak point, through several well chosen positions further in were fortified enough to make up for it while still giving the appearance that when the Laer had launched their seawards assault, it was simply the Imperium responding quickly to their invasion rather than expecting them for some time.

He had also sent a variety of dummy ‘spies and scouts’ into the waters, taking advantage of the Imperium’s servitor supply in order to do so in order to spare actual lives where possible. They ranged from probes that were as easy to spot as the star in the sky to scanners that had enough stealth tech that it gave the appearance of the Imperium getting better but nowhere near enough slip past the notice of the Laer. All of these dummies were discovered and destroyed as planned.

They served their purposes through; The Laer were now overconfident of their ability to beat the Imperium if it tried to blindly assault their underwater holdings… and the dummies distracted them from the actual reconnaissance units and drones he had sent down with the good stealth tech to locate said facilities and scan the area around them. The Lurkers and Lions would not be wanting for information on their targets.

The fact that most of the fighting had happened only on the surface of Laeran over the last few months had resulted in the Laer pulling more of their forces up from the depths to the surface. Said underwater facilities were still no joke when it came to their defences and the dangerousness of their defenders, but they were now arrogant in their overconfidence and the amount of defenders was as light as it was going to get.

However, all that preparation and work would be for very little gain if the Laer were free to take troops from the surface and plunge back into the depths; Sure some cities and fortifications would be taken by the Lurkers and Lions, but the remaining ones would simply get reinforcements. So logically, for the operation to work… the Laer couldn’t be allowed to be free to redeploy troops.

Almost a third of the Night Watch legion forces on Laeran had been assigned a variety of squad missions, ranging from simple sabotage and intel ‘recovery’ missions to assassination and terror strikes aimed at killing as many Laer as possible (be their civilian, military or otherwise). Their collective job was to cause as much chaos in as many places at once so that the Laer would find themselves with few soldiers to spare when word from the cold depths finally reached them.

However, Micholi could easily hear the reports coming in. The Laer were not fools and they had months of experience dealing with the Night Watch’s brand of stealth missions. A distressingly high number of squads had been uncovered before they had reached their intended targets.

Of course, they were trained to adjust to changing conditions and had changed their personal squad objectives to continue along with the overall goal of chaos, confusion and pinning down Laer forces, but the death toll so far was higher than Micholi would have liked… but sadly still well within predicted casualties.

Breath in… Breath Out…

“Primarch, the amount of Laer movement and chatter in areas where squads haven’t taken out their comms is increasing by the minute.” Roban, one of the Tur who was monitoring intel as it came in spoke up. “From what we’re seeing, it seems like the scale of our activity has caught them off guard, but they’re recovering quickly and moving to try and stamp it out.”

The sound of power armor as an unseen marine moved to look over Roban’s shoulder to double check the information and confirm easily reached Micholi’s ears… as well as the fact that nothing was said when said marine moved away to return to their position; The assessment of the situation was good.

Finally, Micholi himself spoke. “Status on the rest of the Night Watch?”

A different officer of the Imperial Army, a human lieutenant named Jacobs answered “First wave is prepared to take off and begin their assault. Second wave is prepared and waiting, Primarch.”

Micholi nodded as he tightened his hold on the shaft of Unity. Opening his eyes, he finally stepped away from the tactical map and turned towards the door. “First wave is clear to launch. I’m going to join the second wave, which will launch once the Lurkers and Lions are in position and have started their assault. General Nelinho, Command is yours.”

The door closed shut behind the Primarch as General Nelinho stepped up, the veteran tech marine easily taking control of Command as the first wave of Night Watch and Imperial Army ships started their offensive; If the Omnissiah was truly with them, the Laer would be so caught off guard by the first Imperial offensive since they made planetfall that the element of surprise would carry them far.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy himself


His human host

| {Full Name} |

Twitchy the Rabbit

| {Age} |

4-5 months

| {Species} |

Living Puppet

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]

| {Appearance} |

Twitchy the Rabbit is a plush, custom made rabbit hand puppet. His fur his brown over his sides and back with a white underbelly. His eyes are black and are surprisingly lifelike and capable of expressing emotion, despite the fact that by all rights they shouldn't be able to. While he looks realistic, those who look closely will easily be able to tell the fact that he is an artificial puppet... however while clearly artificial, he stands on the boarders of the uncanny valley with how life like he is. This is a side effect of the magic that animated Twitchy and gave him life by... well, making him appear as a living creature made of felt and careful stitching.

Twitchy's host human is almost always seen with his face covered with a layer of anomalous fabric and darker clothing that covers all traces of skin, giving him a street level thug or vigilante like appearance whatever they go. In part this is an educated cover to make it look like his host is the hero who's talking through a puppet to hide their identity... but the truth is slightly more disturbing. The ritual that Mortimer uses to covert humans into hosts alters their physical appearance in noticeable ways: Their eyes go a vacant cloudy white, their skin is drained of color and takes on an unhealthy pallor, their heads are shaved of all hair... and their mouths are noticeably sewn shut. If his host was to be hooked up to medical equipment, it would find that while he is still breathing and his heart still beating, it is doing so at such a soft, low level that he could be mistaken for dead.

Placed over his host's left hand, from the outside it merely looks like Twitchy is a hand puppet that has been slipped over the left hand. Closer inspection would revel that he is actually bonded to his host in some manner; An X-ray of the aura would actually prove pointless, since whatever magic is involved seems to interfere with it to the point of blocking it out wherever Twitchy covers. Attempts to pull Twitchy off his host without ripping off the arm completely would fail.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Twitchy and his host don't have much outside of his host's 'work' attire.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Children's Entertainer:Twitchy is surprisingly good with children. There's just something about brightening them up or helping a kid through a bad day that makes him content.

Taekwon-Do 'Student': Student isn't... exactly the right word. Twitchy found a place that teaches Taekwon-Do and sneaks in whenever they're doing a class in order to watch and learn from areas where he can't be seen. He'll then practice what is taught on his own somewhere private. Personally he tends to favor kicks, but if the situation arises he'll take one for the team and 'headbutt' someone.

Sneaky: Because people tend to be weirded out by the 'faceless guy' with the rabbit puppet, Twitchy has made a point of trying to avoid attention, both to himself and his host.

| {Superpowers} |

Magic (Voodoo): As a creation of voodoo magic (and if Mortimer is any indication) there is really nothing to stop Twitchy the Rabbit from properly employing voodoo himself. In truth he's actively seeking out more knowledge of the practice to not only get a better understanding of what he is, but also to see whatever tricks and knowledge it can provide him.

Unnatural Endurance and Regeneration: Twitchy's host is still human in the physical sense...for the most part. The magic that turned him into a host gives some interesting perks however. Namely, it is difficult to do any true lasting damage to him. This isn't to say that the body cannot be hurt, just that the death like state it is in seems to prevent most injuries from registering or having the impact it should. For example, if you stabbed him, shot him or broke an arm then those injuries will be there... but the body doesn't seem to register pain and the blood doesn't seem to be flowing.

This ties into the supernatural regeneration that the magic that makes a human a host seems to add. Stab and bullet wounds will heal up within hours, bruises within minutes, bones taking almost a day.

No Worries about Biological Matters: Twitchy is not blind to his host's needs, since shortly after he encountered and started to learn about humans he noticed that things like food and sleep were needed but... the truth of the matter is that his host seemingly doesn't need these things anymore in order to function. He suspects that it is apart of the magic that makes a host that seems to cause their biological needs to cease, but the truth is he doesn't know enough about voodoo to know for sure what's going on here. He's keeping a close eye on the matter, just to be sure.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Many people are aware of the fact that the human body is capable of performing great feats of strength, speed and raw power, namely in a time of crisis. However, the reason that most normal humans can't bench press a car is because of the biological limitations that the body imposes on itself to avoid accidentally doing things like ripping muscle off bone. Twitchy is aware that these limitations exist for his host... but he can ignore them at will. He can even choose to what degree he ignores these natural limitations.

| {Limitations} |

Knowledge is Power: With a field of magic like voodoo, ritual is a key component to working spell craft. Twitchy has only just started his journey to learning Voodoo and thus his current arsenal of spells is... rather limited. Knowledge is Power, after all.

'A shotgun blast to the head, that's trouble.': The time it takes for wounds to heal is relevant to how bad the wounds are. A stab to the chest with a butterfly knife is a lot easier to heal then an axe wound. While Twitchy's host can walk away from a lot of wounds that would down a normal person, cause enough damage (or get lucky and cause enough damage to the right places) and he'll die like anyone else.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Twitchy learned early on why the biological limits of the human body exist. While Twitch and his Host cannot feel pain and thus can ignore that factor of pushing their limits, damage is still inflicted that needs to be recovered from... and while the host might recover supernaturally fast from having his muscles torn or bones damaged, those kinds of things can still impact performance in things like battle. It is a tight rope that needs to be walked carefully.

[hr.]

| {Personality} |

Twitchy is a furry little ball of nervous tension, uncertainty and fear. He is well aware of the fact that he is naturally a coward and that fact angers him a great deal. He hates the fact that when danger rises its ugly head his first instinct is to run, hide or both... and more often then not this anger will fuel him to stand and fight, even if his better instincts are telling him that doing so is a bad idea.

While he is driven by a desire to see his creator's ambitions brought low, Twitchy isn't consumed by his desire to defeat Mortimer. There is a part of him that desires to make the world a better place, regardless of who doing such would benefit... and by making the world a better place, children growing up in it will be happier and healthier, which he feels would make him content.

Twitchy adores children... and while he's too shy and nervous to do so he desires to perform for people. He is a puppet after all and the reason that puppets exist is to entertain. He also adores learning new things and reading. While he does study in order to improve himself... the truth is he loves children's stories. Fairy tales are a guilty pleasure.

While naturally pessimistic, Twitchy makes the effort to be positive regardless. This normally takes the form of bad jokes about the general situation.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone City, through exactly where in Keystone he was brought to life is a mystery, even to him.

| {Background} |

Twitchy the Rabbit was brought to life by the living puppet Mortimer.

Mortimer was once the gentleman like puppet of a very lonely, sad human named Owen. Owen had a lot of issues and didn't really know how to deal with the wider world, but for a time he had his puppet friends and that...helped. However, as time passed even his puppet friends weren't enough to comfort him, so he turned to the internet to find information about the occult in order to make his friends a reality. He found what he believed were his answers in the practices of voodoo, studying up on the rituals and magic it offered in order to try and not be so alone anymore.

His efforts got results when he successfully brought Mortimer to life! Owen was happy to finally have a friend. Mortimer had other ideas however. He played along for a time, but while Owen slept he studied the research Owen had done on voodoo and... one night, performed the ritual to turn his creator into a personal 'host'. Mortimer's dreams and ambitions were far greater then to be the plaything of a pathetic meat bag. He was destined to be the one who heralded the rise of puppet kind! He was destined to lead his people in taking over the world and running it right! But most important of all... He was destined to be the star of a smash hit after school children's show!

Mortimer, understanding that despite his charming personality and sharp wit that creating and running a smash children's show on during prime afternoon hours would require a full cast of characters and a full on stage crew began the process of recreating the rituals and spells that brought himself to life in order to make other living puppets. He also refined and started to study the rituals in order to create hosts in order to see how the process could be improved, since Owen's conversion might have improved him in that he was no longer talking, but within a matter of days he was starting to fail in his duties as starvation kicked in and he started to smell because of all that nasty biological stuff and thus a replacement was going to have to happen.

Twitchy the Rabbit was one of the first successfully brought to life and given a host, since Mortimer planned for Twitchy to be an important part of the show, what with being cute and cuddly and thus the perfect puppet to represent the thousands of children at home and ask simple but important questions innocently during the educational parts of the show. However, Twitchy was much different from Mortimer personality wise which caused... friction between them fairly quickly. This friction came to a head when Twitchy witnessed the tail end of how Mortimer created the hosts.

By this point, Mortimer was much stronger then Twitchy was... and so Twitchy fled into the night in order to escape his creator with plans to figure out a means of stopping him later. After getting lost in his mad dash to escape Mortimer, Twitchy's first week in Keystone City was... challenging to say the least. While he didn't have to worry about things like food or a place to sleep, he learned quickly that the panic of 'meta humans' offered much in the way of rewards to those who sort not to be noticed by the general public... rewards such as not being attacked by fearful, angry mobs.

For the months that he has been actively roaming the streets, one goal still dominates Twitchy's mind. Mortimer needed to be stopped... and to that end, he had been doing what he could in order to improve himself. He has been seeking out information about voodoo in order to try and counter Mortimer's own, learned how to properly weaponize his host's body by seeking out those teaching self defense classes... and even if he only learned from nearby hiding places, what he witnessed and heard he put into practice.

Of course... he also has to find Mortimer and he would likely not be alone anymore. But that was a bridge he was going to have to cross later.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy the Rabbit

Twitchy himself


His human host

| {Full Name} |

Twitchy the Rabbit

| {Age} |

4-5 months

| {Species} |

Living Puppet

| {Gender} |

Male

[hr.]

| {Appearance} |

Twitchy the Rabbit is a plush, custom made rabbit hand puppet. His fur his brown over his sides and back with a white underbelly. His eyes are black and are surprisingly lifelike and capable of expressing emotion, despite the fact that by all rights they shouldn't be able to. While he looks realistic, those who look closely will easily be able to tell the fact that he is an artificial puppet... however while clearly artificial, he stands on the boarders of the uncanny valley with how life like he is. This is a side effect of the magic that animated Twitchy and gave him life by... well, making him appear as a living creature made of felt and careful stitching.

Twitchy's host human is almost always seen with his face covered with a layer of anomalous fabric and darker clothing that covers all traces of skin, giving him a street level thug or vigilante like appearance whatever they go. In part this is an educated cover to make it look like his host is the hero who's talking through a puppet to hide their identity... but the truth is slightly more disturbing. The ritual that Mortimer uses to covert humans into hosts alters their physical appearance in noticeable ways: Their eyes go a vacant cloudy white, their skin is drained of color and takes on an unhealthy pallor, their heads are shaved of all hair... and their mouths are noticeably sewn shut. If his host was to be hooked up to medical equipment, it would find that while he is still breathing and his heart still beating, it is doing so at such a soft, low level that he could be mistaken for dead.

Placed over his host's left hand, from the outside it merely looks like Twitchy is a hand puppet that has been slipped over the left hand. Closer inspection would revel that he is actually bonded to his host in some manner; An X-ray of the aura would actually prove pointless, since whatever magic is involved seems to interfere with it to the point of blocking it out wherever Twitchy covers. Attempts to pull Twitchy off his host without ripping off the arm completely would fail.

| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |

Twitchy and his host don't have much outside of his host's 'work' attire.

| {Physical Abilities} |

Children's Entertainer:Twitchy is surprisingly good with children. There's just something about brightening them up or helping a kid through a bad day that makes him content.

Taekwon-Do 'Student': Student isn't... exactly the right word. Twitchy found a place that teaches Taekwon-Do and sneaks in whenever they're doing a class in order to watch and learn from areas where he can't be seen. He'll then practice what is taught on his own somewhere private. Personally he tends to favor kicks, but if the situation arises he'll take one for the team and 'headbutt' someone.

Sneaky: Because people tend to be weirded out by the 'faceless guy' with the rabbit puppet, Twitchy has made a point of trying to avoid attention, both to himself and his host.

| {Superpowers} |

Magic (Voodoo): As a creation of voodoo magic (and if Mortimer is any indication) there is really nothing to stop Twitchy the Rabbit from properly employing voodoo himself. In truth he's actively seeking out more knowledge of the practice to not only get a better understanding of what he is, but also to see whatever tricks and knowledge it can provide him.

Unnatural Endurance and Regeneration: Twitchy's host is still human in the physical sense...for the most part. The magic that turned him into a host gives some interesting perks however. Namely, it is difficult to do any true lasting damage to him. This isn't to say that the body cannot be hurt, just that the death like state it is in seems to prevent most injuries from registering or having the impact it should. For example, if you stabbed him, shot him or broke an arm then those injuries will be there... but the body doesn't seem to register pain and the blood doesn't seem to be flowing.

This ties into the supernatural regeneration that the magic that makes a human a host seems to add. Stab and bullet wounds will heal up within hours, bruises within minutes, bones taking almost a day.

No Worries about Biological Matters: Twitchy is not blind to his host's needs, since shortly after he encountered and started to learn about humans he noticed that things like food and sleep were needed but... the truth of the matter is that his host seemingly doesn't need these things anymore in order to function. He suspects that it is apart of the magic that makes a host that seems to cause their biological needs to cease, but the truth is he doesn't know enough about voodoo to know for sure what's going on here. He's keeping a close eye on the matter, just to be sure.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Many people are aware of the fact that the human body is capable of performing great feats of strength, speed and raw power, namely in a time of crisis. However, the reason that most normal humans can't bench press a car is because of the biological limitations that the body imposes on itself to avoid accidentally doing things like ripping muscle off bone. Twitchy is aware that these limitations exist for his host... but he can ignore them at will. He can even choose to what degree he ignores these natural limitations.

| {Limitations} |

Knowledge is Power: With a field of magic like voodoo, ritual is a key component to working spell craft. Twitchy has only just started his journey to learning Voodoo and thus his current arsenal of spells is... rather limited. Knowledge is Power, after all.

'A shotgun blast to the head, that's trouble.': The time it takes for wounds to heal is relevant to how bad the wounds are. A stab to the chest with a butterfly knife is a lot easier to heal then an axe wound. While Twitchy's host can walk away from a lot of wounds that would down a normal person, cause enough damage (or get lucky and cause enough damage to the right places) and he'll die like anyone else.

'Super' Strength/Speed: Twitchy learned early on why the biological limits of the human body exist. While Twitch and his Host cannot feel pain and thus can ignore that factor of pushing their limits, damage is still inflicted that needs to be recovered from... and while the host might recover supernaturally fast from having his muscles torn or bones damaged, those kinds of things can still impact performance in things like battle. It is a tight rope that needs to be walked carefully.

[hr.]

| {Personality} |

Twitchy is a furry little ball of nervous tension, uncertainty and fear. He is well aware of the fact that he is naturally a coward and that fact angers him a great deal. He hates the fact that when danger rises its ugly head his first instinct is to run, hide or both... and more often then not this anger will fuel him to stand and fight, even if his better instincts are telling him that doing so is a bad idea.

While he is driven by a desire to see his creator's ambitions brought low, Twitchy isn't consumed by his desire to defeat Mortimer. There is a part of him that desires to make the world a better place, regardless of who doing such would benefit... and by making the world a better place, children growing up in it will be happier and healthier, which he feels would make him content.

Twitchy adores children... and while he's too shy and nervous to do so he desires to perform for people. He is a puppet after all and the reason that puppets exist is to entertain. He also adores learning new things and reading. While he does study in order to improve himself... the truth is he loves children's stories. Fairy tales are a guilty pleasure.

While naturally pessimistic, Twitchy makes the effort to be positive regardless. This normally takes the form of bad jokes about the general situation.

| {Place of Origin} |

Keystone City, through exactly where in Keystone he was brought to life is a mystery, even to him.

| {Background} |

Twitchy the Rabbit was brought to life by the living puppet Mortimer.

Mortimer was once the gentleman like puppet of a very lonely, sad human named Owen. Owen had a lot of issues and didn't really know how to deal with the wider world, but for a time he had his puppet friends and that...helped. However, as time passed even his puppet friends weren't enough to comfort him, so he turned to the internet to find information about the occult in order to make his friends a reality. He found what he believed were his answers in the practices of voodoo, studying up on the rituals and magic it offered in order to try and not be so alone anymore.

His efforts got results when he successfully brought Mortimer to life! Owen was happy to finally have a friend. Mortimer had other ideas however. He played along for a time, but while Owen slept he studied the research Owen had done on voodoo and... one night, performed the ritual to turn his creator into a personal 'host'. Mortimer's dreams and ambitions were far greater then to be the plaything of a pathetic meat bag. He was destined to be the one who heralded the rise of puppet kind! He was destined to lead his people in taking over the world and running it right! But most important of all... He was destined to be the star of a smash hit after school children's show!

Mortimer, understanding that despite his charming personality and sharp wit that creating and running a smash children's show on during prime afternoon hours would require a full cast of characters and a full on stage crew began the process of recreating the rituals and spells that brought himself to life in order to make other living puppets. He also refined and started to study the rituals in order to create hosts in order to see how the process could be improved, since Owen's conversion might have improved him in that he was no longer talking, but within a matter of days he was starting to fail in his duties as starvation kicked in and he started to smell because of all that nasty biological stuff and thus a replacement was going to have to happen.

Twitchy the Rabbit was one of the first successfully brought to life and given a host, since Mortimer planned for Twitchy to be an important part of the show, what with being cute and cuddly and thus the perfect puppet to represent the thousands of children at home and ask simple but important questions innocently during the educational parts of the show. However, Twitchy was much different from Mortimer personality wise which caused... friction between them fairly quickly. This friction came to a head when Twitchy witnessed the tail end of how Mortimer created the hosts.

By this point, Mortimer was much stronger then Twitchy was... and so Twitchy fled into the night in order to escape his creator with plans to figure out a means of stopping him later. After getting lost in his mad dash to escape Mortimer, Twitchy's first week in Keystone City was... challenging to say the least. While he didn't have to worry about things like food or a place to sleep, he learned quickly that the panic of 'meta humans' offered much in the way of rewards to those who sort not to be noticed by the general public... rewards such as not being attacked by fearful, angry mobs.

For the months that he has been actively roaming the streets, one goal still dominates Twitchy's mind. Mortimer needed to be stopped... and to that end, he had been doing what he could in order to improve himself. He has been seeking out information about voodoo in order to try and counter Mortimer's own, learned how to properly weaponize his host's body by seeking out those teaching self defense classes... and even if he only learned from nearby hiding places, what he witnessed and heard he put into practice.

Of course... he also has to find Mortimer and he would likely not be alone anymore. But that was a bridge he was going to have to cross later.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

@Alfhedil

That's fair enough. Give me some time and I'll come up with a different idea.

Legacy of Heroes: The New Age

Weaver (Work in Progress)

Ahn’Anak/Weaver

|{Full Name}|

Ahn'Anak

| {Age} |

29

| {Species} |

Mutant/Awakened Ogre Spider

| {Gender} |

Male

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[color=???]| {Appearance} |[/color]

Ahn'Anak, at his full height, is about 4 feet tall. What he lacks in height, he makes up for in horizontal length however as his body has been likened by witnesses to be almost as long as a horse. However, the thing that tends to draw the eye when someone witnesses Ahn'Anak is the fact that he appears to be a human sized, alien spider like creature with 6 legs, two 'arms' which kind of look like legs and 8 large fully black eyes staring back at them. While a lot of his body is covered in a thick black fur, his skin/frame appear to be a sickly pale purple color.

[color=???]| {Equipment and Personal Belongings} |[/color]

A homemade silk bag which can be used to carry things.

[color=???]| {Superpowers} |[/color]

Wall Climbing: To the surprise of absolutely no one, Ahn'Anak can stick to just about any surface he comes into contact with and walk over it like normal, regardless of if he is sideways or even upside down.

Produce Silk: Ahn'Anak can produce silk in both sticky and non-sticky varieties. He can even spit wads of it if need be, but he does prefer to craft nets.

Spider 'Senses': As a spider, Ahn'Anak is more... sensitive to touch, vibration and taste stimuli when it comes to navigating the world around him. However, while most spiders have poor eye-sight, the Ogre-Faced Spider is an exception. Not only does Ahn'Anak have good vision, but his night vision is greater then those of cats and owls.

Venomous: Ank'Anak produces two different substances that can be weaponized. One is a venom that causes paralysis, while the other is an acid that he uses to break down his food into a substance that he can drink.

[color=???]| {Limitations} |[/color]

Nocturnal: By his nature, Ank'Anak is nocturnal. While this normally isn't a problem, it does revel a major flaw with his otherwise amazing eyesight; Bright light is blinding to him. Operating in pure daylight (or somewhere brightly lit to the point of almost being daylight) requires he does so completely blind and counting on other senses.

Traditional Monster: Humanity has enough issues accepting different parts of itself; The recent rise of Metahumans is further proof of this. Ank'Anak cannot operate in view of the public in general without causing widespread panic or confrontations because... well, he's not human. He doesn't even look human. Regardless of what origins the average viewer can come up with, Ank'Anak is generally not something they want to see coming out of the shadows.

Food is Power:In order to produce silk, Ank'Anak needs to eat. As a spider, he eats meat. As a giant spider, your standard insects doesn't do it anymore. As an awakened being through, he has made a point not to eat anything with true intelligence or is owned. Thus far, he has been feeding off of the bird and stray animal populations.

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[color=???]| {Personality} |[/color]

Ank'Anak is a quiet individual. This is less because of personal choice and more because of necessity; He doesn't have many people to talk to, so actual social interactions are rare to say the least. This is not helped by the fact that when Ank'Anak talks, not only is his english poor and accented, but talking actually goes against his base instincts when it comes to communicating with others since scent is naturally what his ancestors used. Humans didn't communicate knowingly through scent... at least not in the same way. Ank'Anak has picked up the habit of talking to himself when he's alone and there's no one else around, both to fill the lonely silence and practice talking in general.

Humanity is a fascinating thing to Ank'Anak. Since his awakening, he couldn't help but notice the world that humans have created for themselves and desired to understand them. It isn't strange for Ank'Anak to slip into a closed public library or bookstore at night and just... read what he finds. Ank'Anak has difficulty with understanding the concept of fiction in general since the idea of creating a fictional setting and having stories there with little grounding in reality is rather new and tough to wrap ones head around... but Non-Fiction science books are a treasure that Ank'Anak tends to 'borrow' and line his lair with.

While largely ignorant of human society and laws, Ank'Anak does actually have a fairly strong grasp of right and wrong behavior. This higher intelligence often comes into conflict with more basic instincts though because... well, the ethics themselves are fundamentally human in nature and imposed on his mind as a side effect of his awakening. As such, he doesn't actually understand why something is morally right or wrong, but he does know that certain things make him feel terrible and others make him feel content and pleased.

The only person in Ank'Anak's life is his mistress and 'former' owner Maggie. She was the one who blessed him with self awareness and intelligence, as well as cared for him and took steps to ensure that he was well fed and had somewhere safe to call his lair. He is devoted to her and her well being, with her recent disappearance being a cause of great concern for Ank'Anak. He is completely committed to finding and recovering her.

[color=???]| {Place of Origin} |[/color]

Once, Ank'Anak (or Weaver as he was called) was nothing more then an ordinary ogre faced spider. The world he lived in was comfortable, with food appearing regularly. This was because he was a pet, kept in a terrarium and looked after by his owner Maggie. Maggie was a sweet girl who was very much into the idea of the occult and magic, but most people just believed it was a high school student phase. It would have been... had magic not manifested for her.

The discovery of magic changed Maggie. While at first she was only focused on what it could do for her, with time and guidance from her favorite aunt she learned that she could now influence the world for the better and sort to do so. While she was practicing her witchcraft Maggie accidentally 'awoke' her pet spider, giving Ank'Anak human levels of awareness and intelligence, alongside her sense of morality. Ank'Anak's reaction to this change was... conflicted. On the one hand, the gift of true intelligence and awareness of the world was something his mistress had bestowed upon him and he was deeply thankful for it but... on the other hand, he was still just a small spider. There wasn't exactly much he could do to help her with anything other then offer encouragement.

Things changed again a few months down the line. Humans are human centered when it comes to their thought process; When a wave of dark matter washed over the world, they only really focused on the effect that it had on humans. Humans however, were not the only ones affected. If Ank'Anak was just lucky or if the magic that had awoken him had acted as a beacon for change is unknown, but when the tide washed over him his body was twisted into a new shape. Within a week, he had grown so big he needed to be moved to a larger terrarium. A month he was the size of a cat. After three months he was as big as a large dog and his owner Maggie had to move out to the outskirts of the city in order for him to have a new home with big enough food for him to eat.

Six months after the dark matter changed him, Maggie went out one day and... didn't come back. While her disappearing for work, social or magical reasons wasn't uncommon, after a couple of days Ank'Anak started to feel something had gone wrong and that his master needed his help.

[color=???]| {Background} |[/color]

A history of your character showing important events in their past.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

The opening invasion of Laeran had started with a cunning gambit.

Rather than focus the entire expedition fleet in one area, the nature of warfare on Laeran due to the fact that it was largely an ocean world with pockets of land masses and artificial floating cities that dotted the surface and risking a single landing zone being overrun before it could be properly set up, the fleet was instead split up in order to cover three landing zones.

The ruse was that the Night Watch only intended to take and hold one of the landing zones. Rather than split the invasion force between all three drop sites, the drop pods of two of the sites had been crammed full of heavily armed and armored combat servitors whose sole purpose was to reap chaos and havoc while forcing the Laer to have to commit forces to contend with them.

The third site on one of the Laer’s floating cities likewise had a number of pods that were intentionally landed on the edges of the ‘landing zone’ packed full of combat servitors to make it appear that the site had been like the other two, while the pods inside of the servitor ring instead contained marines. Using the servitors as cover for their operations and movements, the marines moved to seize control of the floating cities outward defenses and the areas that were vital towards keeping the city floating.

With these key locations secured, the true invasion of this city and the purge of all Laer living in it began. Through resistance was heavy and casualties were high among both marine and Imperial Army elements, the purge of the city was successful and the cities usage as a foothold on Laeran secured before the Laer were able to muster a coordinated counter attack.

However while the opening invasion had been successful, the cold hard fact was that the numbers of those who had died or been injured to the point where they could simply no longer fight without intense cybernetics (and thus time to adjust to said cybernetics) had far exceeded predictions. Likewise, while the naval elements had withdrawn to secure and cover the corridor above the imperial foothold, the Laeran orbital defenses had proven much more deadly than expected, damaging many ships and outright destroying more than the Primarch was personally comfortable with.

Victory on Laeran was possible with the current forces at his beck and call, but doing so would easily result in so much of the Night Watch legion being lost that it would likely remove them from playing an active role in pushing the Imperium’s broaders for the rest of the Crusade. Such an outcome was clearly not acceptable to the Primarch… and thus he called for reinforcements.

The war of course continued while reinforcements were rounded up and sent. While the Night Watch and the Imperial Army spent most of their efforts maintaining their foothold and repelling the near daily assaults on their defenses, the real war lay in the shadows of Laeran; Night Watch squads dedicated themselves to covert operations in order to undermine the Laer’s ability to wage the war, dedicating themselves to acts of sabotage, assassinating Laer leaders.. As well as abducting Laer engineers and masters of bioengineering in order to gather as much information about both fields of Laer technology as possible directly from the living source itself.

While a regrettable number of these squads died in failure or success, their actions had proven key to preventing the Laer from being able to defeat the Imperial foothold. In fact, the Laer had lost ground; An absolutely heroic effort from a number of infiltrator squads had managed to cripple enough the anti-grav technology of a Laer city that was being used as a primary rallying point to assault the Imperial foothold, causing it to plummet into the ocean waters below.

With the arrival of reinforcements from other legions however, the war of Laeran was about to shift.

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High Command: Laeran

Micholi had seen fit to welcome the new arrivals in person, giving a brief speech welcoming his fellow Imperials to Laeran and requesting that the leaders of these forces come with him to the Imperial High Command center of Laeran while leaving the task of showing the rest of the new arrivals around to Colonel Wojtyla, the tech marine assigned to him and his attendants from the auxiliaries. The colonel's dreadnaught was still undergoing some repairs from the last major Laer assault, but Wojtyla insisted on going for a walk in order to give himself a break from either looking at the intel of the war or the walls of the area that the tech priests had converted into a repair bay.

Having taken a seat in the thunderhawk that was flying them to the landing pad for his command post on Laeran, Micholi looked at the leading figures of the legions that had arrived to his aid with a look of professionalism; Not unkind, but driven by a desire to end this war as quickly as possible. “Before we arrive at our command center and start our war council proper, I must ask what each of you has brought to this engagement.”

The two figures on the other side of the vehicle, clad in dark blue, gave the merest motion in acknowledgement of the question. The one on the right had sat silent and motionless as a statue all throughout, the softly glowing eye-slits of his helmet gazing straight ahead of himself. There was something unnerving to his stillness, made only more sinister by the bizarre shape of his armour. Fragments of bestial carapace had been affixed all throughout over its surface and welded in place by an additional thin, closely fitting layer of ceramite, giving his whole figure the air of something malformed, yet at the same time inhuman from its very birth. Besides his Legion’s clawed and many-legged emblem on one shoulder, nothing denoted his allegiance, for the only sign on his other pauldron was a black circle surrounding a stylized broken skull.

His companion, though more restless, had been until then equally unresponsive. What his equipment lacked in ornament, it made up for in utilitarian elaborateness. From his upper leg plates to his wrists, his armour was constellated with veritable bandoliers of reinforced stasis vials akin to those of a narthecium, though of various shapes and sizes. As if in reminder of such receptacles’ original purpose, an apothecary’s tool did indeed adorn his left arm, bristling with a variety of spikes, blades and syringes outlandish even among its kind.

Four servo-arms radiated from his back, flaunting their own wealth of drills and bone-saws. His fingers, irregularly lengthened by an array of slender needle-like tips, quietly and dissonantly tapped against each other. Finally bringing his arrhythmic clicking to a stop, he turned to look up at Micholi from the odd spectacle that was his modified Maximus visor. The asymmetrical clusters of diagnostor eyes - if indeed they were just that - and the thick tube running from his faceplate to his power pack gave him an uncannily insect-like mien.

“Elder Fleshweaver Ormis and Grand Herald Veryan of the Ninth, to serve you,” he rasped through his mechanical proboscis, followed by a raucous wheeze, “The Second and Fifth Tempests are the most versed of our brethren in the tactics of the proelium demersum, the combat, as you might say, in conditions of high density, and they stand ready to deploy. Further, I have personally selected a cadre of my subordinates most skilled in the -” he wheezed again and expressively tapped his spiked fingertips together, “- expropriation of inhuman organic devices, living or not, and my worthy brother has assembled his hardiest acolytes to combat those aberrant psy-active constructs we were told of.”

Ever as silently, Veryan slightly inclined his head in what might have been a nod of assent.

Micholi offered the Elder Fleshweaver and Grand Herald a respectful nod of his head in acknowledgement. “It is a pleasure to have both of you here. All things considered, the Abyssal Lurkers will be playing a key role in this campaign going forward.” Clearing his throat, he turned his head to let the other representatives have a chance to speak up.

Sitting as far away from the Abyssal Lurkers as the Thunderhawk allowed, the larger of the two Golden Spears spoke next. His terminator provided a stark contrast to the Abyssal Lurker’s own powered armor. Perfectly standard and gleaming, there wasn’t a single aberration on the gold and black. He inclined his head to acknowledge the Primarch, as much of a bow as he could give from a seating position. When he spoke it was with careful articulation, never rushed or in an improper tone for the situation.

“I am Captain of the Golden Spears First Company, Chandrian. We possess the most Psykers out of all of the Companies of the Spears, and bring that considerable might to aid in securing the floating islands and destroying the non-compliant xenos within. We have two squads of battle automata to aid in this endeavour, though I would ask that they be used sparingly. From the reports we have received the Laer are going to be quickly targeting them, and the mechanicum is loath to send us more to be ‘violated’ as they put it.” A hint of amusement echoed through his helmet.

The smaller of the two Spears spoke next. His armor was not as meticulously perfect as Chandrian’s was, but a standard Astartes set up for an Apothecary. “I am Varot, Captain of the Third Company. My Company possesses the most experienced Apothecaries the Golden Spears have to offer. Primarch Kaldun, upon reading the report entailed your request for aid, decided that the two best ways to help would be Psykers to help seize the cities of the xenos and Apothecaries to minimize the losses as best we can.”

Neither of the two acknowledged the presence of the Abyssal Lurkers.

It was not lost on the Primarch that the representatives of the Golden Spears were not acknowledging the presence of the Lurkers. Politics at its most basic really… Still, there were ways to work around it. “My brother Kaldun was always rather perspective when it came to the requirements of a campaign. Your efforts will be highly welcomed for the battles ahead. As for your automata, I will try to use them wisely but if some are lost I will take accountability for it when it comes to the Mechanicum.”

Having willingly put his neck on the political chopping block as fair as the Cult Mechanicus and his sibling Augor was concerned, Micholi turned towards the last representative to share this ride with him.

Though his armor shine almost indistinguishable from the Golden Spears the towering Legate Maurinius was a sight in itself. Reaching nearly to the Primarch’s shoulders he was the second tallest figure aboard. Former Phoenix Guard and now the representative of Hyperion himself his aura is incomparable to the average Astartes..Not to mention that his presence alone already signifies how seriously the Lions Illustris must take the Laeran threat. Even though Vesta is bordering orkish invasion the Lions generously provide Mich with 5 entire Chapters. Forming the Grand Chapter Laeriae this temporary formation is under Maurinius’ command. “Your Majesty, I am Legate Maurinius Acciai of the Lions Illustris. Our lord Hyperion is currently preoccupied at Ullanor so allow me to take his place. My Grand Chapter is composed of my personal retinue and aquatic specialists. Humble it may be but we shall prove our worth!”

There was a respectful bow of his head towards Maurinius from the Primarch as he answered “Glad to have any of Hyperion’s sons on this grim task. I know that there is always a demand for any legion, so for him to donate so many of his forces to this one planet will not be forgotten, through I do hope it does not leave the Lions too stretched out.”

Before he could continue, a brief call came over Micholi’s private vox channel. Offering a simple “Understood.” in reply, he turned his attention back to the marines in the thunderhawk with him. “The Asteral Hawks spotted the remains of the Laer fleet and are moving to finish it off. Like the Stargrazers, they will be joining us later.”

A moment passed… but it seemed to be enough for Micholi to come to a decision. Leaning forward, he started talking with the confidence of someone who knew he was going to be listened to. “Alright. We’ll go over the full tactical detail of the situation and how we plan to destroy the Laer once we get to High Command. However, we can quickly go over the objectives of this campaign.”

“First and foremost, this is a xenocide. Our main objective is when we leave this planet, the Laer are nothing more than an interesting footnote in the grand history of the Imperiums Grim Crusade. All other objectives are secondary to this; If you can complete the secondary objectives great, but do not hesitate to disregard them if the situation calls for it. Enough Imperial blood is going to be spilled on this wretched world as is.”

Pausing a moment to let that sink in, he pushed on trusting that they understood. “Our secondary objectives are simple. We are here to capture and secure as much of the Laer’s bio-engineering, medical and gravitational tech as possible. If you find any other technology that the Mechanicus can tear apart to see what insights into improving human technology can be gleamed, it’s the call of whomever found it if it is worth trying to claim or not.”

“While samples of their technology itself is the primary goal of the second objective, sources of information are also welcomed. Libraires, schools, places where they will store the written data of how all their technology works. If possible, try to take medical and engineering personale captive. I will make it clear, I do not expect this to happen either because you will not be able to tell the difference or the situation will not arise for captives to be taken, but I fully intend for the final screams of the Laer as a race to be in a Mechanicus interrogation cell.”

“Any questions?”

Chronicles of the Grim Crusade - Warhammer 30000 RP Side Thread

The Nerub-Atis Proposition

Event Name:
The Nerub-Atis Proposition.

Location:
Terra, Segmentum Solar.

Date:
0/333/203/873 M30

Parties Involved:
The Senatorum
The Nerub’Sokhen of several Imperial Worlds.
Departmento Xenos

The Event:
Following the 'Butcher of Steel' that left the Steel Sentinels as a legion largely crippled and the agri-world of Atis crippled to the point that terraforming was going to be required to get it operating as an agri-world again, a Nerub Remembrancer/diplomat traveling with the Night Watch at the time heard about the situation at Atis and some of the events surrounding the situation.

Sending a report back to her homeworld of Ahn’Anak, the Council of Queens of Ahn’Anak reached out to other Nerub colonies in order to formulate a Proposition to send to the Departmento Xenos. It was a simple request for them to be allowed to establish a Nerub colony on Atis with the intent of developing massive fungi farms underground in order to supply food to the sector it was in, while terraforming efforts on the surface were underway.

The Departmento Xenos would find itself... conflicted by this proposition due to a very simple fact: The request would mean that an Imperial Xenos species would be allowed to colonize a world outside of their home Segmentum. While the Departmento was divided between not wishing to create a precedent like this while also being pragmatic enough to acknowledge that doing so could potentially stabilize a stricken sector much sooner then expected, a compromise within the Departmento was reached; They would send it up to the Senatorum on Terra to be voted on. The logic behind this move was simple: If the Proposition was accepted then no one could blame the Departmento for creating a precedent, while if it was rejected then any pain and suffering that the proposition would reduce but now no longer wouldn't would be on the Senatorum's hands, not theirs.

The proposition was introduced to the Senatorum chamber on 0/333/203/873 M30.

The Gilded Age

I shall make a character for this soon enough.