CorpusMundum

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

@Aristo

I'm working on a Knightly Order, mainly one that focuses on hunting down hedge-wizards and rogue sorcerers. At the same time they collect occult knowledge and either record of destory it, all in the pursuit of a greater understanding of 'God'. They allow an atmosphere to study and practice magick, but all the while the Theurgists in their charge are being watched with a sword ready to come down on their heads when they fall to the temptation that comes with magickal power. So they would mainly focus on heavy cavalry supported by medium-light infantry and magicians.

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

This looks like it has a lot of potential, I'll get started on a character and regiment right away!

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

Tuek Barlowe walked through the crowded Corellian streets, three of his men in tow behind him. All three were in their full enviro-suit, each interwoven with armored plates akin to the one which their captain wore. He however went without his helmet, but as always he wore the same heavy leather greatcoat. His countenance was as grim as always, his sunken eyes glancing back and forth as they moved past the throng of people. It didn't take them long to reach their destination, some simple dive in the midst of the city. The corsair captain looked back to one of his men, a rather unamused scowl on his face.

"Are you sure this is the right place Wells?"

One of the crewmen noded eagerly at his captain's words. "Yes sir, this should be the right place, at least that's what the message said."

"Alright then, if you're wrong or this is a trap, you'll be docked pay on the next score." Tuek growled, though in truth he had no doubt in Wells' information. Tuek had made sure to read the message himself, along with the most senior and well trusted members of his crew. He believed that it did indeed seem like a chance to make some legitimate pay, and the rest agreed. Piracy may lead to glory and wealth, but in the legend he was to write he would be both hero and villain. The thought of his name and the names of his men being told around fires or to children as they lied down to bed brought a small smirk to his face. Infamy was a sure path to immortality, but deeds of heroism would paint him as more than some bogeyman.

He forced these thoughts from his mind as they entered the bar, the same look of grim determination taking its place once more. It took them a few minutes to search through the place and find their possible employer. In truth Tuek was surprised by what he saw. She was a petite woman, and an utterly unassuming one as well. Still he did his best to be civil, this was about business after all.

"You're Maral right? Heard stories about you, gotta say it'll be good working with someone like you. Name's Barlowe, I heard you're gathering a private fleet for some republic scuffle, right? I have a small fleet of my own that I'd like to commit to the effort, in exchange for fair pay of course."

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

Disregard this then, posted seconds too late, ha.

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

Tuek Barlowe

Corsair Captain Barlowe

Physical Description: Years living in the barren and smog-clouded wastelands of his home world Rabaan, Tuek and many of his men are pale creatures with a sickly pallor and gaunt features. Tuek himself stands just under two meters in height, with an average build. Harsh conditions of his home and demanding nature of his work has caused his dark hair to begin greying prematurely, and it has not helped his looks either, appearing as a man who should be in his mid-forties. The corsair is marked with various tattoos hailing from his days as a raider in one of the many petty warbands of Rabaan.

Name: Tuek Barlowe

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human

Occupation: Pirate captain/smuggler

Faction: Independent

Combat and Equipment

Weapons (if any): 12-gauge scatter-gun, .48-caliber Enforcer pistol, cortorsis-weaved vibrosword, hold-out blaster, and three thermal detonators.

Equipment: Personal comm unit, five clips of spare 12-gauge scatter-gun shells, three clips of spare .48 solid rounds, ration pack.

Clothing: Armor plated survival suit with waste recycler, leather greatcoat, boots, and gloves.

Personal Ship: Tuek's Flagship: Marauder-Class Corvette “The Rakian Prince”

The Rakian Prince

Power/Abilities:
Leadership- Tuek has become a rather skilled leader in the time he’s been a thief and corsair, the way he carries himself, speaks, and interacts with his men has earned him their respect, devotion, and even fear. He’s learned how to act as a commanding officer, a leader, and how to inspire those beneath him. A good soldier never questions; a good leader never doubts his commands.
Ship Repair- To run a ship, one needs to know its inner-workings. Years of refurbishing and retro-fitting damaged and older vessels has given Tuek a great wealth of knowledge on the subject of star ships and how to repair, maintain, and scavenge them. After all, victory is gained by mettle, glory by metal.
Savvy- Whether it’s knowing when he’s being given a bad deal, or surviving out in the wastes of Rabaan, Tuek’s experiences have made him wise beyond his years. When coupled with intuition or suspicion, this can be quite a useful skill in a tight spot.

Combat: Nearly two decades of raiding the wasted surface of Rabaan and piracy has made Tuek an expert in boarding and taking ships, convoys, etc. He and his men prefer the use of solid projectile weapons due to the abundance and a familiarity with the somewhat antiquated technology. Lets not forget the added bonus of the metal slugs being Jedi and Sith killers, which is paramount when raiding Republic or Sith ships. Countless brawls and gang wars in the industrial jungles of Rabaan have also made him rather skilled with a blade, relying on unconventional and underhanded tactics to compensate when facing a much more experienced opponent, or one with force-enhanced reflexes. Intimidation is also another integral part of combat for him and his men. A horde of faceless, shrouded brigands with thundering slug-throwers can be quite the frightening sight.

The Crew

Personal Information

Personality: Tuek is the type of man who is willing to take great risks to achieve his goals. He knows that he was meant to be more than just another petty raider or some poor sod toiling his life away in a mine or factory. As such, he seems to radiate a sense of purpose that many find to be both intimidating and inspiring. Surviving the hellish conditions of his home and his years as a corsair have hardened him, having to steal, murder, and extort simply to live. As such, he has come to believe that these things happened not because of fate, destiny, or due to any sort of all powerful Force; this was his own doing. By will alone did he survive, those who fell before him proving that their own was lacking.

Religion: Tuek has come to form his own philosophy on the nature of the galaxy and the universe. All things are born into chaos, and exist within chaos, so many other forces acting and dominating them. It is one’s duty to shape the chaos, create something from it through their will. In his eyes the Jedi deny themselves the means to create order, while the Sith are enslaved by their pursuit of ‘freedom’. They do not control the force; it controls them just as the moons shape the tides. But that is to say, order is not a lack of chaos, it is chaos shaped and controlled. From the hell that was Rabaan, Tuek’s will and ambition have carried him to the stars, and he will move the heavens themselves to forge his own path.

History: Born in the outer rim on a backwater world, called Rabaan by his kin, Tuek Barlowe was the second child of two factory dregs. Raised in poverty under the blackened skies of smog and pollution, the young boy did not feel fear or despair as he watched his parents work themselves to death. No, he felt rage, defiance, and a hope that he would not be like them.
He fought tooth and nail against the life that fate, the Industrial Barons, and the force had chosen for him. Becoming involved at a young age with one of the many worker-gangs that populated the depths of the foundries, Tuek learned what it would take for him to thrive. By stealing, beating, and slaying he fed himself, surviving on hope fueled by rage, and tempered by control. When he became skilled enough with a rifle and knife, he set out into the wastes, joining a brigand warband, reaping the benefits of plunder and slaughter. For years he and his ‘brothers’ ransacked trade caravans between the foundries, attacked the nomads who lived their lives in the wastes, and raided what few off-world ships came to port.
One such raid would prove to be a pivotal moment in his life, some fool smuggler come to peddle spice to the Barons in hope of tapping a new market. Tuek slit the man’s throat himself, his makeshift knife spilling blood onto the hot sand as the fool’s cries were silenced. Taking the ship for themselves, the brigands had made themselves smugglers. From there they continued to smuggle spice, weapons, and even slaves, all the while using their new vessel to steal other freighters and raid civilian vessels. Having established himself as the de-facto leader of the corsairs, Tuek began to amass a small fleet. Though still in his 20’s he had already had a taste of greatness, of purpose.
Over a decade of bloodshed, intimidation, and good business, Tuek Barlowe increased the size of his fleet and his crew. Fighters, transports, frieghters, and cruisers all became part of his growing horde, both by purchasing and commandeering the vessels. Most of his men hailed from Rabaan, seeking just a chance for greatness and prosperity even at the cost of their lives. Anything was better than toiling away to earn in a year what a single raid could provide. In this respect, they were more than thieves; they were as brothers. When the pirates managed to capture a Republic Marauder-Class Corvette, Tuek knew he had cemented the first few steps of his path. Repairing the vessel, and replacing its white and red colorscheme with brown and gold, the corsair captain renamed her “The Rakian Prince”, in honor of a myth his mother had told him when he was young. Now, with a flagship of his own, he continues to terrorize the Outer Rim, hunting for both riches and glory. In truth, all of that is secondary, so long as he is able to cement himself in the histories, and become a legend in his own right.

Family: His parents are long dead, his father maimed by the hazardous machines of one of the great foundries, and his mother taken by sickness. Though he has two brothers and a sister, the younger brother died in a gang war and he hasn’t spoken to the others in years. As for children, Tuek believes it could be possible that he has sired several children with partners he’s had during his travels, though none are known to him. In truth the only real family he has are his crew, all of whom would follow him to the end just for the chance at a better life.

Star Wars: Eclipse [Casual Advanced]

This seems like it could be a lot of fun, went ahead and drew up a character. Hope everything is up to snuff!

Tuek Barlowe

Corsair Captain Barlowe

Physical Description: Years living in the barren and smog-clouded wastelands of his home world Rabaan, Tuek and many of his men are pale creatures with a sickly pallor and gaunt features. Tuek himself stands just under two meters in height, with an average build. Harsh conditions of his home and demanding nature of his work has caused his dark hair to begin greying prematurely, and it has not helped his looks either, appearing as a man who should be in his mid-forties. The corsair is marked with various tattoos hailing from his days as a raider in one of the many petty warbands of Rabaan.

Name: Tuek Barlowe

Age: 37

Gender: Male

Race/Species: Human

Occupation: Pirate captain/smuggler

Faction: Independent

Combat and Equipment

Weapons (if any): 12-gauge scatter-gun, .48-caliber Enforcer pistol, cortorsis-weaved vibrosword, hold-out blaster, and three thermal detonators.

Equipment: Personal comm unit, five clips of spare 12-gauge scatter-gun shells, three clips of spare .48 solid rounds, ration pack.

Clothing: Armor plated survival suit with waste recycler, leather greatcoat, boots, and gloves.

Personal Ship: Tuek's Flagship: Marauder-Class Corvette “The Rakian Prince”

The Rakian Prince

Power/Abilities:
Leadership- Tuek has become a rather skilled leader in the time he’s been a thief and corsair, the way he carries himself, speaks, and interacts with his men has earned him their respect, devotion, and even fear. He’s learned how to act as a commanding officer, a leader, and how to inspire those beneath him. A good soldier never questions; a good leader never doubts his commands.
Ship Repair- To run a ship, one needs to know its inner-workings. Years of refurbishing and retro-fitting damaged and older vessels has given Tuek a great wealth of knowledge on the subject of star ships and how to repair, maintain, and scavenge them. After all, victory is gained by mettle, glory by metal.
Savvy- Whether it’s knowing when he’s being given a bad deal, or surviving out in the wastes of Rabaan, Tuek’s experiences have made him wise beyond his years. When coupled with intuition or suspicion, this can be quite a useful skill in a tight spot.

Combat: Nearly two decades of raiding the wasted surface of Rabaan and piracy has made Tuek an expert in boarding and taking ships, convoys, etc. He and his men prefer the use of solid projectile weapons due to the abundance and a familiarity with the somewhat antiquated technology. Lets not forget the added bonus of the metal slugs being Jedi and Sith killers, which is paramount when raiding Republic or Sith ships. Countless brawls and gang wars in the industrial jungles of Rabaan have also made him rather skilled with a blade, relying on unconventional and underhanded tactics to compensate when facing a much more experienced opponent, or one with force-enhanced reflexes. Intimidation is also another integral part of combat for him and his men. A horde of faceless, shrouded brigands with thundering slug-throwers can be quite the frightening sight.

The Crew

Personal Information

Personality: Tuek is the type of man who is willing to take great risks to achieve his goals. He knows that he was meant to be more than just another petty raider or some poor sod toiling his life away in a mine or factory. As such, he seems to radiate a sense of purpose that many find to be both intimidating and inspiring. Surviving the hellish conditions of his home and his years as a corsair have hardened him, having to steal, murder, and extort simply to live. As such, he has come to believe that these things happened not because of fate, destiny, or due to any sort of all powerful Force; this was his own doing. By will alone did he survive, those who fell before him proving that their own was lacking.

Religion: Tuek has come to form his own philosophy on the nature of the galaxy and the universe. All things are born into chaos, and exist within chaos, so many other forces acting and dominating them. It is one’s duty to shape the chaos, create something from it through their will. In his eyes the Jedi deny themselves the means to create order, while the Sith are enslaved by their pursuit of ‘freedom’. They do not control the force; it controls them just as the moons shape the tides. But that is to say, order is not a lack of chaos, it is chaos shaped and controlled. From the hell that was Rabaan, Tuek’s will and ambition have carried him to the stars, and he will move the heavens themselves to forge his own path.

History: Born in the outer rim on a backwater world, called Rabaan by his kin, Tuek Barlowe was the second child of two factory dregs. Raised in poverty under the blackened skies of smog and pollution, the young boy did not feel fear or despair as he watched his parents work themselves to death. No, he felt rage, defiance, and a hope that he would not be like them.
He fought tooth and nail against the life that fate, the Industrial Barons, and the force had chosen for him. Becoming involved at a young age with one of the many worker-gangs that populated the depths of the foundries, Tuek learned what it would take for him to thrive. By stealing, beating, and slaying he fed himself, surviving on hope fueled by rage, and tempered by control. When he became skilled enough with a rifle and knife, he set out into the wastes, joining a brigand warband, reaping the benefits of plunder and slaughter. For years he and his ‘brothers’ ransacked trade caravans between the foundries, attacked the nomads who lived their lives in the wastes, and raided what few off-world ships came to port.
One such raid would prove to be a pivotal moment in his life, some fool smuggler come to peddle spice to the Barons in hope of tapping a new market. Tuek slit the man’s throat himself, his makeshift knife spilling blood onto the hot sand as the fool’s cries were silenced. Taking the ship for themselves, the brigands had made themselves smugglers. From there they continued to smuggle spice, weapons, and even slaves, all the while using their new vessel to steal other freighters and raid civilian vessels. Having established himself as the de-facto leader of the corsairs, Tuek began to amass a small fleet. Though still in his 20’s he had already had a taste of greatness, of purpose.
Over a decade of bloodshed, intimidation, and good business, Tuek Barlowe increased the size of his fleet and his crew. Fighters, transports, frieghters, and cruisers all became part of his growing horde, both by purchasing and commandeering the vessels. Most of his men hailed from Rabaan, seeking just a chance for greatness and prosperity even at the cost of their lives. Anything was better than toiling away to earn in a year what a single raid could provide. In this respect, they were more than thieves; they were as brothers. When the pirates managed to capture a Republic Marauder-Class Corvette, Tuek knew he had cemented the first few steps of his path. Repairing the vessel, and replacing its white and red colorscheme with brown and gold, the corsair captain renamed her “The Rakian Prince”, in honor of a myth his mother had told him when he was young. Now, with a flagship of his own, he continues to terrorize the Outer Rim, hunting for both riches and glory. In truth, all of that is secondary, so long as he is able to cement himself in the histories, and become a legend in his own right.

Family: His parents are long dead, his father maimed by the hazardous machines of one of the great foundries, and his mother taken by sickness. Though he has two brothers and a sister, the younger brother died in a gang war and he hasn’t spoken to the others in years. As for children, Tuek believes it could be possible that he has sired several children with partners he’s had during his travels, though none are known to him. In truth the only real family he has are his crew, all of whom would follow him to the end just for the chance at a better life.

"The Gol'Kut Crusade!" - A Large Scale RP of the 42nd Millenium (WH40K) (CLOSED)

@LordZell

Actually Zell, I'm already writing up an application for a Kriegian Lord General with several Krieg battlegroups under his belt.

"The Gol'Kut Crusade!" - A Large Scale RP of the 42nd Millenium (WH40K) (CLOSED)

This looks like it could be fun, I'll start working on a Kriegian Lord General Militant and some regiments~