Jaredthefox92

WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

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WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

My Hider

Name: Amanda

Clan House: House Orlock.

Personal Demeanor: Amanda is a very critical and to the point woman. She values what she can get out of a situation over others, to this end she is known to be able to work with others, if only to fulfill and satisfy her own goals. Amanda shows signs of introversion, yet she can work with others to fulfill an objective. She is also known to be cruel and business like. Always focused on matters at hand, and putting up a feign façade of socializing otherwise. She is cold and calculative.

Description: A slightly tall female with dark black hair, white Caucasian skin, and dark green eyes. She is seen in decent amount of combative armor, at least for a markswoman and sniper. She wears Orlock blue and seems to have no issues with her eyesight, and no direct signs of bionics either.

Skills: Amanda is a sharpshooter and a deadeye. Meaning she prefers to fight at range. She is a decent sniper and able to aim at specific body parts in battle. She is also capable of running modestly fast, if not as fast as some Eschers. Amanda is a ranged combatant through and through.

History: Little is known about Amanda's past, at least outside the House. What is known that her father was perhaps a former guilder and her mother probably served House Orlock in the past as well. Their fates are unknown, but it is known that Amanda isn't shy about using weapons and perhaps she learned how to use them from her father. While she hasn't worked in the mines like other Orlocks, it is known that her father may have been a supplier for the Orlocks who fell in love with her mother after some lucrative business ventures.

Amanda perhaps has done some jobs with the Orlocks before she decided to go solo and work as a Hired Gun, mostly due to her own lack of trust in others and her introverted nature. Her greed and her serious nature also makes her not very easy to work with, but she is also quite okay with being a loner unless she is paid to work with others.

Due to her own personal issues with narcotics and stems, Amanda has a grudge against the Eschers. Amanda believes that the best fighter must also be the purest and she detests what Eschers have done to the Underhive with their drug trades. Ironically, Amanda isn't above speaking to Goliaths, so long as they keep their chems and stems to themselves. Amanda is business first, personal preferences second.

Equipment and Armament: Amanda usually uses an auto-gun, but is capable of wielding a lasgun as well. She can also use the humble stub pistol, but pretty much any long ranged weapon that a woman can use she can either use or learn to use.

Miscellaneous:
.One reason Amanda doesn't join the Eschers, is simply she hates drugs and stems. Only will she use them if her life depends on it, or if one of her fellow crew need it.

.Amanda however, is perfectly fine with weapons dealing and murder.

.Amanda has a soft, motherly aspect to her. But she doesn't try to think about that on the battlefield.

.Amanda, while a common name in real life. IS a Latin name, so it would be Gothic. It stems from the Latin name, Amandus.

.Amanda was made a deadeye for the Orlocks in Necromunda: Underhive Wars. In that game she has a bionic eye though.

.Amanda normally likes to fire directly down upon her foes, so she may try to climb up or use a grappling hook.

.She is okay with Cyber Mastiff's, but she doesn't often have one accompany her.

A Fallout RP

@Zool

Sure, I'll use Wanda.

Necromunda Roleplay (Group, open!)

Keeping an eye on this!

@OddApproved

Okay! Here it is.

roleplayerguild.com/topics/185899-nec…

A Fallout RP

I've recently been playing Fallout 76, with my character Wanda. I'm interested.

Necromunda: Depths of the Underhive.

Note: Some of my characters use poor grammar, this is intentional for characterization. Imagine being kilometers underground and being some hive scum criminal who has never had access to primary education.

Necromunda: Depths of the Underhive.

My Hider

Name: Scylla

Species: Natborn human

Age: 24

Career: Hive Scum

House: Goliath

Personality: Scylla is brash, impulsive, fierce, and naïve. She can be funny at times and she is blunt as well. She also is a sadist.

Virtues: A good shot, fierce and relentless, loyal.

Vices: Naïve, slightly timid, spiteful.

Physical weaknesses: Noticeable, slightly tall, has to drop heavy weapon to enter melee combat.

Weapons: Autocannon, knife.

Necromunda: Depths of the Underhive.

My Hider

Name: Grief

Species: Natborn human

Age: 28

Career: Hive Scum

House: Goliath

Personality: Grief is gun ho and all about getting into the thick of the action. He loves a good scrap and surprisingly he has good leadership potential. However, he should always be on the front of the action. He is very stubborn, and often foolish.

Virtues: Good leader, brawler, loyal.

Vices: Prideful, arrogant, temperamental (may lose his cool), blunt and rude, stubborn.

Physical weaknesses: Slow, tall and a big target.

Weapons: Spud jacker (melee, Goliaths only), auto-pistol

wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Spud-Jacker.

Necromunda: Depths of the Underhive.

Introduction:

Necromunda, known as the planet of the dead. This planet was once a human colony during the Dark Age of Technology and through Imperial might, fell to the services of the Emperor in the Age of Strife. This world is vital to the Imperium of Mankind, churning all sorts of weapon out and producing billions of people to join the ranks of the Imperium Guard. However, the vast majority of Necromunda’s population live in towering and dense hive cities, mountain like monolithic cities that descend to the planet’s molten core, otherwise known as the sink.

In the Underhive of the hive city, Necromunda is a dangerous, dark, and conflictive place. While the lavish nobles and the planetary governor Lord Gerontius Helmawr live in prosperity in the upper hive, the denizens below are far less fortunate. Made up of feuding Great Nobile Houses, and Guilders, the Underhive is a fiercely competitive and violent ecosystem filled with conflict and death.

The Underhive is wrought with danger. With many places abandoned by millennia of neglect from humanity and yet a bounty of ancient acheotech that dates to the Dark Age of Technology. Massive super structures in decay dwell below that provide fortune and opportunity for those daring enough to enter the treacherous regions and claim what they can before someone else does. With internal earthquakes, power outages, and lack of basic water and food however, the Underhive is a dangerous urban wasteland. Every ounce of water has been recycled as the air that is breathed in the underhive by millions. Food is made by starch from human corpses and the death of one means the survival of another. It is here that many forgo exhausting service to the God Emperor until death, in favor of joining the great houses which are comprised of many gangs.

An ecosystem is in place in the underhive, one on exploitation and conflict, in truth the various gangs that make up the Nobile houses all contribute to the service of the governor, in a way that contributes to the greater Imperium as a whole. However, it is a dog eats dog world in the Underhive and rivalries, betrayals, and petty gang warfare is more common than diplomacy, alliances, and cooperation. House Goliath, House Escher, House Orlock, House Van Saar, and House Delaque all are the main belligerents in these conflicts. However, other factions and lesser-known houses all contribute to the bloodshed. This, as well as bounty hunters and even alien and mutant abominations which reside in the darkened corners and depths of the underhive make survival grueling and millions of lives short lived.

Act One: A Giant Awakens.

He was asleep, in a subconscious trance as the visions would flow through his mind. The warmth of the furnace and the fear had left him for now. All he could feel or envision was something calling out to him, as if the notion of greatness were out there, waiting to be claimed by him. Something was calling him, the bizarre sound of nothing he had ever imagined. Something in the depths of the underhive, it was calling out for him to be claimed. A whirling noise, strange, illuminated runes, the mechanisms of such a device he had never encountered before.

“Hey! Wake up!” Suddenly was heard in his mind as suddenly he heard it over and over, then he felt something else. Pain. It was like something had struck him as suddenly he would begin to awaken.

Slowly, but surely his senses would kick in. The near blistering heat of the forges and furnace would scorch his body as he could feel it once more. As he would slowly open his eyes, he would see red and orange as his eyes would quickly dilate. Then he saw her, and he wish he had not.

“Come on Grief! We need to get ready! We got to go looking for those water cannisters for that Guilder! The boys are ready, but we need you to get off your arse!” She stated.

Grief would slowly begin to get up and shake as he would grown and wipe the gunk out of his eyes. Eventually he saw his sister, Scylla next to him. She had her autocannon ready in her hands and she looked agitated. It then occurred to him that he may have dozed off longer than he expected. At this, the Goliath would begin to slowly stand up and stretched out as he let out a long yawn, much to her dismay.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get strapped in and lets get going!” She stated.

“Calm down sis, ain’t nobody leading us to get the Guilder’s water without me leading ahead. Now where’s my gear?” He asked in a grumpy and agitated manner.

“Over there, but time is short. We got to get in there and get the cannisters before the others do. So get ready and I’ll get the others. This can be a big payoff for us Grief, just imagine the credits we can make on that old Guilder! I want to buy some actual food around here for once!” She said, while her muscular arms would hold the large autocannon by the handles.

“Calm down Scylla, we’re going to get the bastard his water, don’t you worry. Just let me get ready.” He said as the Goliath stomped over to put on his armor, pick up his spud jacker, and get his trusty auto-pistol.

It took the Goliath several minutes of suiting up and checking his pistol to see if it was loaded and nobody had run off with his ammunition. Once he made sure it was well fed and there was no jams he would pick up his massive industrial wrench, otherwise known as a “spud jacker” by his House to use as a makeshift club. He had also tightened his armor and his belt, making sure he could withstand a few autogun rounds or was able to move around without anything falling off. Once he was good and ready, Scylla would motion with the barrel of her huge gun for him to follow her. He gave a simple nod as the two of them would move towards the other members of his gang, the Giants to get ready for their next operation.