ConstableWalrus

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Remember you gits, when I adds red to ya. I'm just makin' ya fastah! My painboyz sheet is up!

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Waaagh! It's whats good for ya!

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Painboy coming through! Now who needs fixin?!

Name: Gorruk Tendon-Cleva

Species: Ork

'Rank'/Type: Painboy

Age: 37

Klan: Evil Sunz

Appearance: 6'6 with a wide grin covered by a bloody surgical mask, and his left eye torn out and replace with glowing red cybernetics. His armor was mostly covered by the large blood stained butchers apron which hung off of his chest. Syringes, knives, and a large bonesaw which had painted crudely in red on it's long serrated blade "Toofy" hung like ornaments from the apron. His shoulders were spiked, but not with the usual metal spikes, but mufflers sharpened to a point and hanging off of the spikes by bits of string are assorted car parts (Spark plugs, small view mirrors, Gas Caps)

Personality: Gorruk was a speed cultist, sure fighting and winnin' were best in life. But nothing in his mind beat preforming a surgery on some poor sod who got his arm blown off my chewing on a mine while whipping through the land in the back of a wartruk! Intense and precise with a love of experimenting and causing his fellow Orks glorious pain in turning them into walking killing machines. And the firm belief that the surgery is it's own reward.

History: Gorruk was a prominent member of the Evil Sunz, a speed cultist with more than normal tendacy for causing explicit pain and mutilation to those he practiced on. His obsession with wanting to turn Orks into living cars always sounded good on paper to him. But the war-boss didn't care for it when he replaced a blown off foot with a tire grafted to a pole. Banished from the band and almost beheaded Gorruk searched for the most brutal and needy of boys to fuel his want to give a little unnecessary surgery to.

Skills: Very cunning, and great with his pointy-bits. Given the right resources and tools he could easily fix and replace any blown limb or fill any large cavity that was torn open... Though the ork might have a few extra mufflers grafted to him when he wakes up.

Equipment: His Stabby Bits (Syringes, knives, His bone saw 'Toofy' ) And a small shoota on his belt for giving "Anesthesia" administered by a quick pistol bash to the head of his patients.

Miscellaneous: "It's gonna hurt a lot, but you'll be better! You'll see! Ha ha ha!"

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

@Roosan Sent it to da boss for approval

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Gots a painboy reporting in! For the choppin'

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Ahh why the hell not. I'm interested. Time to get stuck in with the boyz

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

All up and ready. Hope you all enjoy.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Alban rested his head recalling the events of the boat flipping through his mind. His eyes closed and a smile on his features as he listened to the sounds of the underground, the faint thrumming of music from clubs above, Scurrying rats their nails scraping the stone as they moved in small hordes towards the next bit of food and the dripping.

Alban inhaled and opened his eyes, the blackness behind his lids faded into easily predicable darkness as he fumbled the slightly crumpled and dirtied letter, the seal still very much intact and he turned it again and again lightly flicking the seal with a sharp claw as he let his mind drift. What is the game we play in this? Will I be discarded after this is done? This... Rebellion it plans?' The thoughts spoke to him. Years of a gang mentality made him very aware of how precarious a situation where one is quite disposable can be and he broke the waxed seal a bit more with the tip of a claw.

The power, it was like hitting the stuff again Alban. Like the needle or the line, straight into the vein. 'Coulda fooled myself that I was alive again.' The thought was cast away as he looked at his own clawed hand and he shook his head. Options were to be weighed, he cared little for any of the other mongrels in that room. All pretty and well kept trying to fool themselves into playing the role of something they are not.

Pulling his head forward and letting out a sigh he tore open the letter, reading quickly and he shook his head. turning it about and yanking the small clip from the back and placing it in the lining of the ragged hooded coat he wore before standing and reading the address again. "Boarding school bullshit." he muttered to himself. Still, he thought it'd be best to at least check it out. He had little desire to stay indoors and even less to spend it with the rest of the ones that surrounded the boarding table the day prior. Especially the one with the big mouth.

Arriving at the home in question, the entire neighborhood was lavish he let out a growl under his breath. This is why he was better, this... Facade. Stepping into the yard Alban looked around, it all screamed pretentious and soft. Inhaled sharply he turned his head and spit out onto the ground. Walking and entering his eyes lay upon the many keys and found his name. Rolling his jaw he picked it up playing with it slightly as he turned to shut the front door. Taking a small tour around the house he continued to shake his head, opulence is why when the cattle finds out about them. They will be the first to die.

Stifling the thoughts as he continued the small tour, hoping for some access to the world below and if the note was true. This benefactor would know of his preferred habits towards living. Making his way to the basement ignoring the games and pleasantries he went straight for the sleeping area finding one to his liking he opened it, the closet sized space was more than he had below. But it was to quiet. Still he stepped inside and dropped against the floor his back against one of the walls and closed the door with a foot.

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Never left either. So still here

NO LONGER ACTIVE : Tides of Sedition

Just wanted to wish those that are still with us a very merry Christmas. Happy holidays and so on so forth. Enjoy the season.