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The Stars Ablaze- A Warhammer 40k Reclamation Crusade

The RP created by Flagg and Muse has replaced this one.

Gods: A Deity Roleplay (High Casual, Low Advanced)

Ferrum, God of the Forge

Name: Ferrum

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Ferrum

(Ignore the mechanical arm on his back though) Ferrum stands at the full 14’ height. His arms are the color of silver, with which he crafts the metals within the Forge.

Personality:

Major Domain: The Forge

Minor Domain(s): Fire, Metal

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Vatra

Called Vatra, standing at 261 feet, and around 400 feet from wingtip to wingtip, Vatra burns near constantly, the flames only hurting those not being honest of their intent and deeds. Vatra is rarely away from Ferrum, and often aids him around his own forge, keeping the fires burning endlessly to provide just the right temperature to create wonders of peace, of weapons of war.

Stance: Ferrum honestly cares little for who sits on the throne as King, and simply wishes to tend to his people and his forge. Because of this stance, he will provide weapons to those he feels are worth the effort, regardless of their views on the current political situation.

Relations:

Powers: Temperature Control, Metal. While not capable of creating fire out of thin air, Ferrum can bring the temperature around him up to intense level, and also back down to near freezing levels, he uses this to aid in his forging, while crafting things with his hands has given him a deep affinity for whenever a metal touches his skin, capable of bending it to his will the longer he has touched it. With this affinity his skin naturally hardens against strikes, making him extremely durable, especially with weapons he created.

Godly Equipment:
Fate’s Anvil: The primary anvil in which Ferrum forges the God Banes, combined with the Destined Hammer it allows Ferrum to transfer the power of the God in question into their weapon or item of choice.
Destined Hammer: The Hammer is the key part to forging God Banes and their items. The Hammer must be held by the God in question to allow a transfer of power into their item, before Ferrum physically beats the item with the God’s power. This is not a long process, the Hammer required to be carried for maybe a full day before Ferrum retrieves it for his Forge.
God-Smiter: This immense Warhammer is Ferrum’s God-Bane, favouring the power of destruction it holds of the speed of smaller and more elegant weapons, it captures Ferrum’s strength easily, each blow capable of cracking open mountains. This is a God Bane.

Demi Gods: None

Name of Land: Corantha

Lands: The lands of Corantha are mostly mountains with forests surrounding the outer edges, and great rivers of fresh water pour down the mountains in large numbers. The lands teem with game and predators, few of which approach the larger mountains.
People: Corantha is mostly filled with settlements of Dwarfs, with the odd human settlement nestled somewhere in the forests along the main routes into and out of Corantha.

Culture: Corantha’s culture is one that is not its own, for their God does not impose his will on them, and instead teaches them the art of forge-work and metalcraft, allowing them to grow as they wish. This in turn has led many of the dwarf communities to focus on metalcraft and mining for the materials required to forge. The scattered human settlements primarily focus on food production, trading with the dwarfs for their metalcraft in exchange for their produce. The homes of the dwarfs, built into the mountains themselves are strong and built to last, while the human settlements in the forests and the few plains tend to be made of wood and of solid design, the few permanent settlements have the beginnings of stone housing.

Technology: Roman Era

Capital: Corinth, largest Dwarf city built before the Valley of the Forge, which leads directly to Ferrum’s forge. The city is built into the mountain, going deep and far, with masterfully crafted halls and walkways mapping the length of their work. The entrance to the city is lined with statues of dwarf warriors watching the road, and the entrance to the Valley has two large guardians crafted into the rockface.

Beings: The Mountains are home to many creatures, the largest of which are the cyclopean giants, which mainly stick to their caves, but on occasion venture close to the towns and cities in search of fresh food in the form of meat. While he does not interfere directly against them in roaming from their caves, Ferrum has made it clear they are not to enter the boundaries of the cities and towns, those foolish enough to remain outside the boundaries when a cyclopean giant nears are not his concern.

Gods: A Deity Roleplay (High Casual, Low Advanced) No longer accepting. Moving to OOC Mode

As per told, I'll take Honor. My sub domains are Bravery, Beasts and Light.

@VKAllen

I thought we were only allowed two minor domains, just to clarify though ^^

Gods: A Deity Roleplay (High Casual, Low Advanced) No longer accepting. Moving to OOC Mode

I'll put a Forged one up with a claim of minor domains of fire and metal, will get onto the CS later, if not tomorrow.

Star Wars: Revanchism [KOTOR era]

Huron Raine

Name: Huron Raine
Species: Duros
Age: 29
Rank/Title: Sergeant
Planet of Origin/Birth: Duro
Force Sensitive: No
Appearance: Standing at 2.1 meters, Huron is of a heavier build than most Duros, his skin is a greyish-blue hue, with the blood red eyes of his people bright in contract to his skin, one has to look closely to see that his left eye glows brighter than the right, the smooth skin of his bald skull is marred lightly with scar tissue, which flows from the back of his skull in an almost haphazard pattern to his left cheek, treasures of a battle that scarred him on more than a cosmetic sense. While bulkier than most Duros, he is by no means large, easily comparable to a human with higher than average fitness. Huron, when not wearing his combat armour, the standard red and yellow plates of armour over the black body-weave, he is often wearing standard issue overalls of the Fleet, with a back undershirt for when he wraps the arms of the overalls around his waist. The only item that is not standard issue of the Republic Army is the single medallion of questionable skill that sits around his neck.

Skills and Abilities:
Skilled Marksman
Demolition Specialist
Skilled Pilot
Close-Combat-Training
Infiltration Training – Prefers to avoid combat during these moments, timing his movements to get around patrols with a minimal body count.

Equipment:
CD-36 Blaster Rifle
CZR-9001 Blaster Pistol
Three Frag Grenades
Left Ocular Augmentic Replacement
Left Arm Bionic Replacement
Comm-link
Pair of Vibroknives
Infantry Body-Armour, Left Shoulder Guard bulkier and reinforced
Rebreather Unit

Personality: Huron is a talkative character, charismatic and somewhat social in a sense, his demeanour has been prone to dramatic changes when someone walks on the thin ice of his world’s devastation at the hands of the Mandalorians. Once an optimist, after the devastation his outlook became one of a man expecting to die, and this is not a fear that holds him back. Where some call him reckless, and stubborn to a fault, he sees himself as something the Republic needs, someone willing to hold that line no matter what is brought against him. Numerous occasions have seen him staying as the last man of the Republic to make sure his fellow comrades were given the space to retreat, generating mixed feelings from Command and other troopers. When questioned, his answers are always short and to the point, not seeing the point in embellishing anything.

Huron can become a little sadistic when faced with the possibility of Mandalorian prisoners, and it has been noted that his unit has never taken a Mandalorian captive, despite evidence given that states they had taken survivors of an attack or a crash as prisoners. His sadistic side comes out more when given the chance for duelling a Mandalorian, reports of him allowing the Mandalorian a measure of hope before dashing it with strikes aimed for maximum pain.

History: Born to a middle-class family, Huron rarely aspired to earn more than he was used to, happy with his place in life, and happy to become a family man, he worked hard and earned his living as honestly as he could. His family meant everything, a tradition of his family drilled into his head from childhood that family is all that matters, and nothing should get between him spending time with them. Before the attack on Duros, Huron worked as a security guard at one of the Orbital Cities departure bays, the worst he had to deal with was disgruntled smugglers caught in the act, and with such a job he supported his family of four, including his wife.

When the Mandalorians attacked however, with their Basilisk War Droids tearing into the cities, Huron found himself assigned with a draft of militia to try and stem the rampaging Mandalorian forces, a task which was far easier to say than to enforce. For three hours Huron’s unit battled with a series of Mandalorians, from unsupported troops to War droid reinforced platoons, and as the fighting intensified, Huron’s militia was force ever deeper into their home Orbital. Many friends were lost, and more formed as the Duros fought to keep their homes, and livelihoods safe. It wasn’t to be however, Huron’s militia was broken and scattered more than not, the remnants joining up with other units to repeat the process as they retreated deeper and deeper. As the fighting reach the familiar sights of Huron’s residential area he fought all the harder, the untested Duros quickly becoming fierce fighters as it became apparent where the fighting was going, the commercial area was one thing, but the residential was an entirely different theatre.

It was when the order to evacuate the area completely came through the Huron was given permission to see his family to the evacuation shuttles, but he was to return the moment it was away. An order he was happy with, gathering his family and rushing them, with barely any belongings to the shuttle, he was waving goodbye to the shuttle as it departed, ready to turn back to the bitter fighting that had engulfed half the district now, when Mandalorian fighters swooped through, laying waste to anything in the air, and Huron watching in disbelief as the shuttle bearing his family turned slowly, smoke and fire bellowing from the great rents in the side and along the engine block, its ascension turned horrifyingly to descent. The shuttle disintergrated as it connected with the docking platform, killing those waiting on another shuttle and levelling buildings as it tore through supports and framework. Huron suffered severe injuries along his left side, aircars that were parked along the main route exploding peppered his left side with shrapnel and the force of the explosion claimed his entire left arm and blinded his eye.

He was still recovering from the treatments when the call for Duros volunteers to take the fight to the Mandalorians went up, despite the claims he wouldn’t heal in time to mean anything. Still learning to use his bionic replacement effectively, he signed up as soon as he could leave the hospital without suffering constant attacks from his doctors and nurses.

Relationships and Acquaintances: WIP

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@Baklava Much thanks from the Jinx :)

@Antarctic Termite Annnnnd now that's in my head too lol.

The Final Frontier... An Imperial Navy (40K) RP

So... I had a slight mosey on through the RPs and can't see one fitting this description unless I'm blinder than normal, so if possible, would this still be an active interest?

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@Shoryu Magami I'm from the sunny realm of Scotland, unfortunately I don't tan enough for the sun we get.

@ArenaSnow I only go for box 36 my friend, I guess my soul stays with me for now lol.

@Nallore But it is only 11pm for me ;-; FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MEH!

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There was a guildfail? Welp that's minor amount of horrifying there. Thanks :D

And I think it depends where one lives on if they are cookies or not :P To me a cookie is only chocolate-chip sort of thing... raisins don't count :| An Oreo is a biscuit to me lol.

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Well I've been out of the roleplaying business for a while now, but someone recently sparked my interest into it again by asking me to bring up a unique idea for a lore-rich universe, which is surprisingly difficult but enjoyable. I have been here before, but this was at some point around 2008? So I have no clue what the name was.

I tend to vary my tastes a bit, when it comes to roleplaying, although massed groups I tend to shy away from, I know such groups tend to cut down in size due to people either not caring or just forgetting and such but if an RP has something like 20+ people in it from the beginning I disappear until the size cuts down a bit.

I've heard a lot about Nation RPs lately, which has piqued my interest somewhat so I may end up browsing there a lot, but if something catches my eye, I may shy away to investigate as is my Mogwai way.

If you have any questions in specifics feel free to ask, just bring a cookie and a glass of milk. I also accept Oreos.