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Prohpet's Rest: Sci-Fi Shennagians

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Prohpet's Rest: Sci-Fi Shennagians

The greatest failure for a great empire is to not prepare for its fall.

- Cassian Leanus Freeman, The Rise of Terra, 2134.

In 2212, the Terran Planetary Collective was at the peak of its power. A true golden age for humanity and its allies, it was a time of great technological and cultural advancement. Recognising that eventually these golden years would come to an end, the TPC decided to found the 'Future's Grace' program, a grand construction previously considered impossible. Humanity's greatest engineering feat- the Luyten-726-8A Dyson Sphere, became home to five concealed vessels of an unimaginable size. URS Saint's Rest, URS Guardian's Rest, URS Prophet's Rest, URS Angel's Rest and URS Prayer's Rest. These ships were designed as 'ark warriors.' In the event of humanity's darkest hours, the ships would be activated at last, and they would have a complimentary, cryogenically frozen crew to go along with them, numbering in the tens of thousands.

The URS Prophet's Rest was the third of the five ships to finish construction, and had approximately 83,000 crew members aboard. These crew knew that they would awaken in a time when everything they had known about the TPC was gone, replaced by desperate struggle for the very survival of the human race. When the ship was complete, one of the great panels of the Dyson sphere was modified to allow for the ship to be concealed. Background radiation and the great mass of metal surrounding it was to keep the ship safe and concealed until it was needed, and when interred, those within slept.

Now, the Prophet's Rest has been awakened. Not, however, by a desperate Planetary collective, reaching out to the remnants of its once-great constructs, but instead by a simple overflow error in the ship's AI computing. After all, who would have expected the ship to be left interred for close to one million years?

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Hey folks! Prophet's Rest is intended to be a character-driven RP about the highest-ranking crewmembers aboard the Prophet's Rest as they navigate a barely-familiar galaxy where humanity itself has almost entirely vanished, seen only as vanished precursors by the latest crop of galactic newcomers. That's not to say that the TPC only had humans aboard, oh no! Alien races are entirely allowed as well in a general space-opera style RP.

Rainbow Six: Siege - White Flame

Character Sheet

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Name
Richard Price

Operator Alias
Gildlance/Lance

Age
28

Gender
Male

Nationality
Northern Irish

Birth-date / Location
January 1990

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Special Forces Group
Special Boat Service

Appearance


Rich is a tall, and fairly bulky presence in most combat areas. Standing at a more-than-respectable 6'3" tall, he has a tamed head of brown-red hair and dull chocolate eyes. On-duty he wears a 'future soldier' uniform- which encloses his body fully. Off-duty, he's a lot more relaxed, typically kicking back in workout clothes or a tank top and jeans. He has never in his time in the military, been seen without a pair of combat boots on his feet, apart from when sleeping.

Psych Profile
Their personality, mental assessments and behaviour patterns on and off fieldwork.

Relationships
During an SBS/SAS collaborative mission, Gildlance met with Operator Mike Baker. During the mission, he found Baker to be an exemplary officer, and was more than happy to be serving under him- one of the reasons he was considered for Rainbow service over other operators was due to this prior connection.

Apart from Thatcher, Rich has not met any other serving member of Rainbow.

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Stance in Combat
Attacker > Defender. Really, his gadget looses a lot of usefulness on defence, although it does fill niche roles.

Operator Equipment
L85A2- Offensive Primary Only
Remington 800- Primary
MP5KS- Defensive Primary Only
P226 Mk.25- Seconday
HKP11- Marine Secondary
Mac 11- Secondary

Operator Ability
'The Fuse' A fifty foot reel of high-explosive adhesive 'string,' this gadget can be used to breach 'soft' surfaces such as drywall. When placed against a surface, the reel can be safely cut. Detonation is done via the attaching of a small electronic device as the measured amount of explosives is cut, and can be remotely detonated, precisely destroying material with minimal collateral damage on either side of the explosion.

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Biography
The background of your character. Keep fairly well made, making sure that enough is known about the character. Large details is preferable. This can be updated as the RP develops on more.

Training and Experience
Where did they study, train, fight and gain the attention of Six?

Family
Self-explanatory

Theme Song

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

His backup had arrived. Or perhaps he was the vanguard for the main force. Either way, battle was joined, which meant that he could focus on more than simply attempting to not die. Bullets rattled off his shield in front of him, most turned entirely away by the aura of power surrounding it, the occasional few pockmarking the surface with scrapes and craters. Not that that mattered. He placed his sights on an individual and approached them. They would fall. He would repeat the process.

He cared not how long it would take per individual, nor if an individual's name came on his blade or on a friendly bolt shell. Instead, he focused on his work- his tapestry of red, throats, chests, faces and limbs left with deadly and indelible marks, sending them to their unholy afterlives by the grace of the almighty Emperor. These individuals did not challenge him. They replaced skill with brutality and an overwhelming offensive, but they were hardly an unstoppable force, unfortunate when facing one such as himself.

He had not taken one step back. Now he took them forward. Another heretic came at him. Instead of striking with his glaive, the Crusader stiffened his arm and pistoned it forward, the end result much like what would happen if you ran over a guardsman's head with a chimera- not pleasant, to put it lightly. Before the corpse had even crumpled to the ground, his blade found another mark.

He was barely focusing on his companions. He heard shouts, he heard taunts, the rattle of gunfire, but his mind tuned it out. A technique he had learned from the Cardinals- emptying his mind of the excess thoughts. All he concerned himself with was himself and his foes. This effortless emptiness had been honed to a finer point than the blade her carried, watching with a detached look as a sister beheaded a xenos and tossed the body inside, if only because his glaive lashed out adjacent to the fallen creature.

There was no doubt that they would win this fight.

Lions and Wolves

Mandatory listening.

Alternate mandatory listening.

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Welcome to the Lions and Wolves. Discord server here. This is a low-fantasy RP, taking place in a low-fantasy setting where two mighty factions war with one another for survival. On one side stands the Legion Imperii- remnants of the once-great Empire. On the other stands the Warborn- Who claim to be the true natives of the land, those whos Gods have reigned over the forests and mountains of Garion for millennia. An uneasy peace has reigned- maintained only by times of plenty. Now, however, hardship has arrived, and with hardship comes war. The Lions of the Legion are sharpening their claws against the infidels of the Warborn, whose axes are polished like the fangs of Wolves.

Players will take control of either a Legion Nobleman, or a Warborn Jarl. These aren't your normal curs who hide in castles however- leaders are expected to do so on the battle. Let the trebuchets fly, and the berserkers slip. There's a lot of leeway for warmaking, and even more to be gained.

I hope you fine folk will be with me.

@Lady Selune

Blessings Upon You: A Hotline Miami RP

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Hello! This is Diana here. Our regular deliveryman has called off sick, and we'll need someone to cover for him. The package is a fairly heavy one, so you might need multiple deliverymen. Make sure the customers are satisfied with your work! We wouldn't want any complains now!

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Hello folks, and welcome to this Hotline Miami inspired RP. This will be, canonically, set between the dates of the first and second game, and you will be a group of individuals tasked by the 50 Blessings club to... Well, do what they do best, all whilst your sanity and reason drifts away from you, all in sunny Florida! If you're ready to take the plunge into insanity, feel free to check us out at the discord server. Bye!

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

Just a quick thing.

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

"Machine diagnostics complete." The techpriest turned to him. "The linkage Ommissiah has been established. The machine spirit is pleased." His voice crackled out, slightly statick-y. "Mount your vehicle." The red robed man indicated to his vehicle. Reaching through the window of his vehicle, Arkan opened the door and got inside. He settled into the seat, and then pressed the button that would start the sentinel up. "Vehicle running smoothly. Very good. Move onto the lander." The techpriest walked forward, and he closed the sentinel door, before locking it firmly. Using the control sticks, he rose the sentinel up to its height. Flicking a few switched, the autocannon spun up a little bit, and then slowed down. Perfect. Always good to double check what the clankers said.

Slowly, the sentinel walked forward. Whirr. Clunk. Whirr. Clunk. Whirr. Clunk. That was... Loud. Oh, wait, he hadn't turned on the scout mufflers. Another switch, and the sound of the vehicle was muffled. Lowering the sentinel down, he shuffled the sentinel forward a little, and then parked the walker inside the lander. Another techpriest directed a series of servitors to clamp down on the feet of his vehicle. The techpriest looked up at him. "These will automatically release upon landing."

Helpful. The voice continued to boom out as the lander was released, and he ran through the information on his head. He would be out first, and had to meet out with his fellow soldiers, but officially he was separate to the squad, and as such, wasn't underneath anyone but the acting Oberleutnant. Fine fine.

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

@Ollumhammersong

Are we going to be kicking off any time soon?

Retaking the Front (40k Astra Militarum Roleplay, Currently Full)

My Hider

Name: Arkan Dissilden

Character Description: Arkan is... Relatively average. He's not tall, not short, not fat, not thin. Being a soldier, he has muscle, of course, but his only real curious feature is his eyes- which are a bright blue colour. He's slightly darker skinned, and is also fairly tanned on top of that, making him look darker than he actually is. He makes a point to remain clean-shaven, but has his hair slightly long, pulling it back into a knot if it would get in the way.

Role: Dannandorf 32nd Sentinel Division (Prior.) Scout Sentinel Auxiliary (Current.)

Specialities:

• Vehicle piloting and repair. Need him to drive a tank? Tracked vehicle qualifications. Sentinel? That's his job! Wheeled vehicles... Everything on the ground he can probably drive it, and repair it too. Mostly, it's the same underneath the hood.
• Demolitions. Satchel charges, promethium, IEDs, grenade launchers. Tools of the trade when it comes to making sure something stops existing.
• Communications. Rule one of being in a command vehicle: The officer never knows how the radios work. Ever. Rule two: The next time the commissar is about to summarily execute someone, it'll be you if you belittle the commander for not knowing how to repair a radio.

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 5
Ballistic Skill: 5
Strength: 7
Toughness: 2
Agility: 5
Intelligence: 8
Perception: 7
Willpower: 5
Fellowship: 6

Equipment: –

• 'My Darling:' Cadia pattern scout sentinel. Repair tools have been strapped to almost every part of the vehicle, camo netting has been strung across the vehicle, and floodlights have been retrofitted along with smoke launchers. It's far more than your average autogun-kitted scout.
• Combat shotgun. Strapped to the inside of the sentinel is his old trusty. Made in his home planet, it sports a lovely wooden finish, and a leather strap, with the number of kills that Arkan has earned with it carved into the stock. Currently, it has seven neatly carved notches.
• Laspistol. At his hip always. As standard as standard comes.
• Various repair tools. On and around his sentinel. Some can even be co-opted into close combat tools, such as his specially sharpened shovel, crowbar, sledgehammer... And hatchet.

Personality:

• Optimistic. "It's a good job we're fighting a long way from home. Means the folk there are safe, and we can fight to make sure they stay safe.
• Instructing. "You tighten that... Yes, yes, like that. Then, use the wrench to pull that bit down, and clip in that. See, not so hard, is it?
• Private. "My home world? Dannandorf. What's it like? I'd prefer not to say, really."

History:

• Born on Dannandorf, an agri-world.
• Utterly unremarkable until he joined the PDF, and later guard. Experience with tractors led to him becoming a tanker.
• Served in a Leman Russ for several years, and then a Chimera Command Tank. Finally placed into a scout sentinel.