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Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

Matsuru

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Yaoyorozu Matsuru

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Observant Hero, Sherlock

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
27-9=20XX (19 years old)

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Matsuru was born a gifted child into the Yaoyoruzu clan. Being given the best education and tutors money could buy, he spent most of his childhood in some form of academia. He excelled in his studies, and quickly gained a reputation in his clan for his quick mind and acute perception (aided by his quirk).

He followed in the steps of his older cousin, Momo, and enrolled into UA. When he first attended classes, he was truly only focused on completing the courses to become a hero. In his mind, duty triumphed over all. Through the aid of Rin and his peers, he soon came to learn that there is more to being a hero than duty. In essence, he “gained some humanity” from his time in UA.

Now forming a close bond with Rin, he decided to follow her to Uni. Enrolling through recommendation, he quickly honed his quirk and mind to the best of his abilities. As of recently, he’s a member of Endeavor’s agency, acting as its Student Advisor.

Matsuru is very academic focused. He loves to read Victorian era literature and poetry, and is frequently studying or training during his free time. His drive to be a hero is kind of twofold. First reason is simple: he's a genuinely decent guy. Level headed, confident, and emotionally sound. He’s able to put things into perspective with a level of maturity that someone much older than him would have. He’s seen what villains can do, he also knows he has an extremely powerful quirk. In his mind, becoming a hero is not just a matter of fate, it’s a matter of duty. The second is a more selfish reason. It could be considered his flaw. He’s always had an obsessive curiosity over his quirk, Judgement Gaze. Constantly pushing its limits not because of a drive to become stronger but because of a curiosity to see how far he can push it. He is, at heart, a curious man. And his own obsessive curiosity of his own limitations could easily be used against him

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Observation
Cardio-Based exercises
Orienteering
Reading (has an immense love for, as stated above, victorian era literature)
Academics

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Notepad & pencil
A rather beefy book, used for both utility & offense (if needed)

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Judgement Gaze - Awakened

When activated, Matsuru’s eyes glow purple. He gains, within a range of 80 meters, the ability to see in the dark and deduce patterns into simpler forms. This allows him to do a multitude of things. Learn anything at a more rapid pace, discern someone’s next action through their “body language”, have an overall heightened perception, and have increased cognitive function.

Throughout Matsuru’s decade-and-a-half of intensive training and studying, he’s elevated his quirk’s potential to a new level. He is able to, effectively, copy someone else’s quirk. This is done through a complicated process that he has split into two categories, analysis and comprehension. In layman's terms, the more he observes someone using a quirk + his own comprehension of how the many concepts behind said quirk = his success in replicating the quirk. More esoteric quirks and ones he has spent little to no time observing are incredibly hard for him to replicate.

There are also limitations to his copying ability. No matter how much effort he puts into the analysis and comprehension stages, his copies will never be as powerful as the original quirks. There is also the time it takes to perfect his copy. Just like any skill or field of learning, it takes studying and effort for Matsuru to make a safe, serviceable copy. Of course, he could use his heightened cognition when he activates Judgement Gaze to speed the process along, but rushing anything in life could lead to disastrous consequences. The same is for Matsuru's quirk. If he rushes the process of copying a quirk, he might end up injuring himself while activating it.

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

Near one of the window seats sat a second year. He had unkept short hair with rich indigo eyes. In his hands was a copy of "The Complete Works of Shakespeare". He took turns reading a passage from "Othello" and observing the class. On his uniform was a "Student Advisor" badge.

Many in class 1B would know of Matsuru, even if its simply through passing stories. Being someone who was accepted to Eirei through a letter of recommendation tends to come with the glancing rumors. Though he is also a Student Advisor, like Rin, he has not been assigned a class to teach yet. In truth, he is completely fine with this turn of events. It gives him an opportunity to do something he rarely gets to do nowaways, satiate his curiosity.

When he heard that Jun, Hebi and Kaiga were being put into the same class, his mind went abuzz with curiosity. Though only being a year younger than Matsuru, they have achieved so much in so little time. For heavens sake, one of them won the sports tournament. It's not often that he would be able to witness such raw potential in a long time. It also helps that the class-designated Student Advisor was Rin. As if he needed more reason to justify his actions of sitting in on the class.

Everything was going smoothy until Yusuke came into the class. Matsuru closed his book and stared intently at him. He knew of Yusuke, and even had the unfortunate experience of crossing paths with him a handfull of times. To put it simply, Matsuru absolutely dislikes him. His demeanor is abhorred and his attitude is absolutely awful. What irks Matsuru off even more is that Yusuke is powerful, very powerful. To him, no one of Yusuke's character should even be allowed entrance to Eirei.

It was when Yusuke opened his mouth and started spouting nonsense that Matsuru's entire demeanor changed. It was one thing to tolerate his overall shitty nature, but to do it so boldly to everyone, to Rin... Enough was enough. Matsuru stood from his seat and threw his book directly at Yusuke. His indigo eyes now glowing like a neon light as his face contorted with tempered anger.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." he said through bated breaths. "So much as say one more thing and I swear to whatever you hold dear I will personally ensure that the entire school sees me beat you into a bloody, worthless, pulp you wretched excuse of a human."

Just Another Hero [Invite-Only]

Matsuru

ɴᴀᴍᴇ
Yaoyorozu Matsuru

ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ
The Observant Hero, Sherlock

ʟɪꜰᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ
27-9=20XX (19 years old)

ꜱᴛᴀɢᴇᴘʟᴀʏ
Matsuru was born a gifted child into the Yaoyoruzu clan. Being given the best education and tutors money could buy, he spent most of his childhood in some form of academia. He excelled in his studies, and quickly gained a reputation in his clan for his quick mind and acute perception (aided by his quirk).

He followed in the steps of his older cousin, Momo, and enrolled into UA. When he first attended classes, he was truly only focused on completing the courses to become a hero. In his mind, duty triumphed over all. Through the aid of Rin and his peers, he soon came to learn that there is more to being a hero than duty. In essence, he “gained some humanity” from his time in UA.

Now forming a close bond with Rin, he decided to follow her to Uni. Enrolling through recommendation, he quickly honed his quirk and mind to the best of his abilities. As of recently, he’s a member of Endeavor’s agency, acting as its Student Advisor.

Matsuru is very academic focused. He loves to read Victorian era literature and poetry, and is frequently studying or training during his free time. His drive to be a hero is kind of twofold. First reason is simple: he's a genuinely decent guy. Level headed, confident, and emotionally sound. He’s able to put things into perspective with a level of maturity that someone much older than him would have. He’s seen what villains can do, he also knows he has an extremely powerful quirk. In his mind, becoming a hero is not just a matter of fate, it’s a matter of duty. The second is a more selfish reason. It could be considered his flaw. He’s always had an obsessive curiosity over his quirk, Judgement Gaze. Constantly pushing its limits not because of a drive to become stronger but because of a curiosity to see how far he can push it. He is, at heart, a curious man. And his own obsessive curiosity of his own limitations could easily be used against him

ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ
Observation
Cardio-Based exercises
Orienteering
Reading (has an immense love for, as stated above, victorian era literature)
Academics

ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴍ
Notepad & pencil
A rather beefy book, used for both utility & offense (if needed)

Qᴜɪʀᴋ
Judgement Gaze - Awakened

When activated, Matsuru’s eyes glow purple. He gains, within a range of 80 meters, the ability to see in the dark and deduce patterns into simpler forms. This allows him to do a multitude of things. Learn anything at a more rapid pace, discern someone’s next action through their “body language”, have an overall heightened perception, and have increased cognitive function.

Throughout Matsuru’s decade-and-a-half of intensive training and studying, he’s elevated his quirk’s potential to a new level. He is able to, effectively, copy someone else’s quirk. This is done through a complicated process that he has split into two categories, analysis and comprehension. In layman's terms, the more he observes someone using a quirk + his own comprehension of how the many concepts behind said quirk = his success in replicating the quirk. More esoteric quirks and ones he has spent little to no time observing are incredibly hard for him to replicate.

There are also limitations to his copying ability. No matter how much effort he puts into the analysis and comprehension stages, his copies will never be as powerful as the original quirks. There is also the time it takes to perfect his copy. Just like any skill or field of learning, it takes studying and effort for Matsuru to make a safe, serviceable copy. Of course, he could use his heightened cognition when he activates Judgement Gaze to speed the process along, but rushing anything in life could lead to disastrous consequences. The same is for Matsuru's quirk. If he rushes the process of copying a quirk, he might end up injuring himself while activating it.

Dulce et Decorum Est - A WWI Inspired Nation Roleplay (Mark II)

WIP, MORE TO BE ADDED LATER

Hello There

Name of Nation: El Reino de Bettoña

Government: Constitutional Monarchy

Culture:
-Ethnic distribution (Caelum, Dastrians, and Converted (Barbarians living in Bettoña)
-traits of the Caelum
-cold colored skin (all forms of blues, blue-greens, and violets)
-glowing eyes
-silver or black hair (most common)
-traits of the barbarians
-can range from any race, discovered and undiscovered

-Cultural Ideals (different than every ethnicity)
-Caelum (tradition above all, honor ancestors, death restores grace)
-Dastrian-Humans (dastrian ideology mixed with honoring ancestors)

-Religion
-Eyes are a gift from the sun and skin is a gift from the moon
-Sol (sun deity) and Luna (moon deity)
-They would sacrifice an action (akin to lent) for fifteen rotations.

History:
-founded the year 1483
-used to be a republic (a coalition of many cities)
-coalition came about from possible war with Dastria
-civil war lead it to a kingdom, caused by corruption in gov officials
-kingdom founded in 1746
-Lukos Marcellus was the Patriarch of the dynasty

-Populist Rebellion led to Constitutional Monarchy
-rebellion quelled through diplomacy and favors

-War with Dastria (war of red sand, three-year war) (Bettoña loss due to civil war) and Barbarians (The Reconquista)
-Reconquista was led to help expand their territory (1787-1802)

-Lead up to the modern era

Territorial Claims: South of Dastria

Economy: Major trade partners: Dastria and The Celestial Empire

Natural Resources: semi-arid

Technology:
ARMAS DE BATALLA MODELO 15: This is the chosen “rifle” for the penal units and legionaries who find themselves in CQC. Featuring a stock, iron scope, and double-action pin, this “rifle” (in reality it's just a revolver with a stock) fires five 10.9 mm rounds (the equivalent of a .44 magnum) before reloading

ARMAS DE BATALLA MODELO 23: The common rifle used for legionaries, this lever-action rifle was chosen because of its customizability for whatever problem presents itself. Its quickly interchangeable barrels and other attachments can mean the difference between life or death. It fires .30-30 Wincestro rounds (just .30-30 Winchester but with a fancy name). Though it is made in mass and is customizable, the metals used to make it are cheap. The gun itself is prone to breaking if used for long periods of time or put under stress.

Army: Bettoña has a small professional army, mainly consisting of Legatus’, Tribunus’, and Praefectus’. Their main fighting force comes from the required training and service from every able-bodied male and female Caelum, Dastrian, or Converted. The training lasts four months once the individual turns 20, or in some cases 19 if the guardian of the said individual allows it.

Having an army size of roughly thirty-two thousand, the Bettoñan army is split up into six legions of five thousand men each. Each legion consisting of ten cohorts (500 soldiers each) and about 300 cavalrymen (commonly referred to as Turma) for each legion (now with modern times, you will see the Turma being trained as engineers as well). The ranks are as follows:

Top brass: Typically appointed by Palrimento or El Rey, these ranks would be filled typically with Caelum, with rare instances of Dastrians and almost no instances of Converted.
-Legatus Augusti (Imperial Legate): Commanded two Legions.
-Legatus Legionis (Legion Legate): Under the command of the Legatus Augusti, in charge of one legion.
-Tribunis (Tribune): Second in command of a legion, serving under the Legatus Legionis.

Centurions: The lower-ranking officers, there were sixty of them in each legion (59 centurions and one Primaris Pilus). The higher ranking centurion would be the most in danger and would be getting higher pay
-Primaris Pilus (First File): There is only one Primaris Pilus in each legion, they are the chief Centurion and the Forward Hastati of the First Cohort.
-Forward Hastati: Centurion in charge of the first line. If it is the first Cohort, the rank goes to the Primaris Pilus.
-Rear Hastati: Centurion in charge of the second line.
-Forward Principes: Centurion in charge of the third line.
-Rear Principes: Centurion in charge of the fourth line.
-Forward Triarii: Centurion in charge of the fifth line.
-Rear Triarii: Centurion in charge of the Sixth line.
-Decurion: Apart from the typical Centurion hierarchy, the Decurions are the Cavalry officers, in charge of 10 to 30 Turma.
-Primaris Decurion: In charge of all Turma in one legion.

Citizen Ranks: These were the ranks of your typical soldiers.
Optio: The second-in-command for each centurion
Legionis: The typical infantryman
Cornicern: Worked in tandem with the Centurions. The Centurion would issue a command, and the Cornicern would make sure that every Legionis knows of it.
Decanus: In charge of a Conterburnium, or a ten-man unit.

Navy:
The Bettoñan military does not emphasize their navy, only having it to help protect the merchant ships from other nations and/or pirates. Their navy doctrine has always been a defensive one, seeing as any aggression led by their navy was met with disaster (heeding to the three years war against Dastria).

Air Force:
Bettoña’s air force is relatively new, only being founded six years ago. They have a small number of biplanes and an even smaller number of pilots, none of which are experienced in dogfighting. What shines in the Bettonan Air Force is their “close air support”. Because in reality, the air force is just there to support the Legions.

Rolls:
Land Area: 11
Land Fertility: 9
Natural Resources 9
Social Development: 9
Technological Development: 14
Industrial Development: 11
Total Economic Strength: 9
Land Power: 17
Naval Power: 14
Air Power: 12

Traits:
“The crown serves the people, the people serve the crown.” A common phrase in Bettoña, the people have high trust in the government because of what the Marcellus dynasty has done for the people.
“Death brings honor, no surrender.” The Bettoñan military has drilled its Legionis with the thoughts of honor through heroics and that a heroic death is the best honor one can have. This being said, it would be very rare to see a Bettonan soldier willingly surrender. Of course, the Penal Units don’t share the same thoughts...

Foreign Relations: Part of the sphere

Other:
Notable Cohorts are The 5th Cohort and the 57th Cohort
THE 5TH COHORT: The Sanguine Riders
Notable for their plain white banner with three black raptor scratches. This all-Dastrian regiment is famous for their ferocity against opponents, even their own kin. Their first debut was during La Reconquista, in which they lead a charge against the Barbarians in the battle of the Dried Lake. They bought enough time for the ill-equipped Penal unit to retreat and for the professional soldiers to take their place. Even more famous than that charge was the final order from the Decurion Primaris of the 225 cavalrymen, Saldara Nunez. Before the charge, she left a final order to the Penal Unit. Have the reinforcements fire upon their position and kill the barbarian flank along with the cavalrymen. The 225 that charged that day, along with Saldara, received La Medalla de La Sol, the highest honor any Caelum, Dastrian, or Converted can receive. The cavalry regiment was officially named The Sanguine Riders. Fifty years later, famous Caelic painter Guillermo De La Cruz made an art piece immortalizing the Decurion Primaris and the brave 224 souls that rode with her entitled “Los Caballeros que Cabalgo al Infierno”, or “The Horseman who Rode to Hell.”



THE 57TH COHORT: Bellum Bettonan
A new experimental unit in the Bettoñan military, they are the first cohort of Shock troopers. They typically carry explosives, large-caliber guns, and axes into combat. When ordered to, they inject themselves with a neuro-stimulant that pumps Adrenaline into their body, making them faster and stronger. This being said, this drug is highly experimental and has unknown effects on the body of the user. So uses of these drugs are monitored and only used when ordered to. Apart from that, the Cohort got their name from their dirty, barbaric fighting (after all, the regiment is made up of converted barbarians). They are like a chained dog just anxiously waiting to be let off its leash.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Glelidor Rex

Name: Glelidor Rex, Deathstalker

Gender:Male

Homeworld: The Planet Ragnoth is far from ideal to live in. From its almost entirely carnivorous fauna to the neverending desert. Being in the middle of three suns, it is almost always dawn or day. Ragnoth, though, if far from uninhabitable. The natives of Ragnoth have adapted to its harsh environment by building large communities either underground or above ground, in which the buildings are made out of the surprisingly cool sandstone. Glelidor believes he was taken here by The Warp to see if he was worthy of living in the harsh universe.

Ragnoth’s fauna is mostly what you would see in a regular desert, except larger and more hospitable. Large rattlesnakes, check. Humongous cacti, you bet your bottom dollar. But the most dangerous of the animals that inhabit Ragnoth are the Deathstalker Scorpions. The residents of Ragnoth are wary of these beasts. Being the size of three humans, anyone would be scared of these monsters. All but Glelidor. He was notorious for killing Deathstalker Scorpions. So much so that he was called “The Deathstalker''.

Appearance:

Personality: Glelidor, though being a ferocious hunter and warrior, knows the value of his own life. Since he has gotten into many near-death situations before discovering he was a primarch, he knows to live his own life to its fullest, never straying away from a dull moment. Some adventures of his were riding a Deathstalker Scorpion to its nest, killing a group of bandits with nothing but a rusty knife, and beating his village chieftain in a brawl. He lives life by its moments, making memories that will last a lifetime.

Glelidor, though, has a darker side. He was blessed with a limitless memory. Meaning he doesn’t forget easily. If anyone has wronged him, he makes a mental note of it, making sure to pay them back in kind. It's not just limited to humans. He has enacted his wrath against animals and xenos alike. Just in case something happens to him, he writes down his grudges in a book he calls “The Iron Tome”. Once he completes a grudge, he crosses it off the page with his own blood. The grudges can be as small as pranking his friends back or as large as killing a heretic. Sometimes these punishments can get ludicrous. For example, one time his friend, Lucious, was captured by a group of raiders. Glelidor made it upon himself to blood eagle every single raider alive.

Skills: Glelidor already had a great memory, being able to recall events from his birth. But when he was reborn as a Primarch, his expansive memory only became better. He could not forget anything from natural causes. Only some massive warp-fuckery could alter his mind. He also has heightened perception. Being able to spot a needle in a haystack, as some would say. His greatest skill is his accuracy. With his heightened perception, he can spot an object from a mile away and can shoot it with a bolt pistol. Of course, he wasn’t naturally able to do this. This was a gift from the emperor

Assignment Grade: His assignment grade is epsilon. His main skills are bodily enhancements, being stronger, faster, more durable, and being able to perceive things that the normal human cannot see.

Biography: Glelidor, given that he lives in a practically abandoned and merciless planet, has had a steady upbringing.

His mother was a caregiver in his village and his father was a warrior, training him from a very young age to fight and survive. Everyone in the village knew him from a very young age as an infamous troublemaker, but a kind one at that. Whenever he would get caught getting in trouble, he would fess up and take the punishments like a man.

His parents always said he was a blessing from the stars. He never really knew what that meant until later in his life. Glelidor grew suspicions that he was not from Ragnoth when he was very young. He was fair skinned, while everyone else was tan. He was a tall man, standing at nine and a half feet tall, while everyone else was much smaller than him. When he finally confronted his parents about it, they confessed. He was not from this world. They found him when a strange pod crashed into the planet, not far from his village. The fact that Glelidor was not from this planet did not mess with him, though. He believed that he was meant for this village, and nothing would change that.

It was clear from a very young age that he was destined for something greater than Ragnoth. This first became evident with his memory. He had a nearly perfect memory, recalling things other people should not have. The village quickly used this to send him on espionage missions. These missions would never go according to plan. This was because of his headstrong mindset and an itch for battle. When he was sent to spy, he would come back with blood on his hands.

When he turned 12, it was time to be given his nickname. Everyone in his village was given a nickname when they turned 12. Instead of just being given one, Glelidor wanted to earn his. So with some convincing, he sent out on his own. His mission, to prove to the universe his worth.

Days passed and no one heard from Glelidor. Some were convinced that he simply died from dehydration. He appeared ten days later, towing a corpse of an eighteen foot tall Queen Deathstalker Scorpion.

The Village rejoiced in seeing Glelidor alive. They dubbed him “The Deathstalker” and named him a proper man. Mind you, he did all of this at the age of 12. His antics were only starting there, though. Every year, on his birthday, he would set out into the unforgiving landscape of Ragnoth and bring home the corpse of a Deathstalker Scorpion.

His village rejoiced in him as a hero, his enemies feared him like a demon, and his reputation spread across Ragnoth like a sandstorm. The tales and legends of The Deathstalker only got more and more ludicrous. Some say that he drank the blood of Baby Scorpions to stay hydrated during his adventures. Some others say that he rode an adult Deathstalker into battle.

Once Glelidor turned 18, the sands of fate were changing in Ragnoth. A revolution was brewing between the kingdom of Conace (the ruling governmental body) and the tribes. Glelidor knew that he had to do something about it, so he left his village and made his way to the capital of the resistance, a small hamlet known as “Requiem”. Word got out quickly that the Deathstalker was part of the resistance. Rising through the ranks quickly, he soon became the face of the revolution. He became great friends with the son of the rebellion’s head, Lucious. Both were cunning strategists and ferocious warriors, and soon became close friends. Fast forward three years, and the siege of Conace was about to end. Glelidor, now a hulking mass of man, led the final charge into the city on top of a Deathstalker. Needless to say, the revolution won, and a new government was in place.

The Meeting: Some call it a hellscape. Glelidor calls it home. It has been years since he has been to his village. Him being now a man and a war hero, he was hoping to see his tribe and family again to show them what he has accomplished. Though, playing in the back of his mind, was Lucious’ parting words.

“Be prepared for anything on your journey back. Ragnoth is an unforgiving planet”

Glelidor could not help but think what would be waiting for him. Having no technology at his village, he did not have a way of communicating with them. Slowly but surely, he made his way to his village. About halfway there, the sandstorm cleared. Once it did dissipate, Glelidor could have sworn he heard “Know you fate…” coming from the distance. He looked around, seeing nothing. He just shrugged it off, taking a mental note of what happened.

A quarter of the way there, the voice started repeating itself. “Know your fate, know your fate” Was playing non stop inside Glelidor’s head. It was maddening. He took a moment to sit down and take some water. While drinking, the captain thought he saw a glint of gold in the distance. He put his water down and stood up, only to see nothing but the dunes. “That's it, I am going mad.” Glelidor said to himself.

As he got closer to the village, the voices only got louder. Clutching his head, he stumbled over a sand dune, only to see a village destroyed. “No, nononono” He kept repeating to himself, trying to drown out the constant noise inside his brain. He got tunnel vision as he ran towards his home, getting visions of a man in gold, saying “Know your fate”. He heard screams of women and children, metal clanging against metal, and the splat of blood against sandstone.

Glelidor struggled to get to the heart of his village. Once he reached the center, all the visions and voices stopped. He let out a blood curdling scream. It echoed through the sand dunes. As he knelt in pain, he heard footsteps behind him. “Know your fate, Glelidor.” The voice said. As he turned around, he saw a giant of a man in gleaming golden armor. The giant knelt down, to get to Glelidor’s level. “I am simply a man, a vision to tell you who you truly are. You are my creation, a Primarch, one destined to lead my soldiers in the Grim Crusade. Remember this, my child. Remember your pain, your grudges. In this sorrow you will be reborn anew. Come to Terra, my son. There you will learn the truth of your heritage and your destiny..."

The Grudge Bearers

Legion Name: The Grudge Bearers

Legion Number: XXth

Legion Strength: Being one of their newer Legions of Space Marines, the Grudge Bearers have roughly eighty five thousand units. Though this does not mean that their replenishment rate is stagnant. The Geneseed of Glelidor is strong, so new Grudge Bearers are being reborn every single day.

Glelidor sometimes chooses Grudge Bearers that distinguish themselves in the field of battle. These “Deathstalkers Chosen” are the elite of the elite in his Legion. Where the Deathstalker is, the Chosen are not far behind.

Armour Appearance:

Warcry: “Today is our Victory Day!”
“Awake the Iron!”

Dramatis Personae:
ANCIENT LUCIOUS: Lucious was a close friend of Glelidor before he was made into a primarch. Often bickering with one another, they are almost inseparable. Lucious is wise beyond his years, and it shows. He is Glelidor’s right hand man, often taking the position as a tactician rather than a soldier. Due to his tactician nature, he has helped turn the tide of many battles.
“Through patience, we can defeat the enemy. Through wisdom, we can exploit their weaknesses.”
CONSULAR IGNEEL: The “Master-At-Arms” of the Legion, he is a space marine that has distinguished himself through the fires of combat. Igneel was the first member and the commander of the Deathstalkers Chosen, and is the second best fighter in the legion (right after Glelidor).
“Crush the Infidel!”

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role: The Grudge Bearers excel in infantry and armored combat. Their Space Marines are embedded with every grudge written in the Iron Tome, a book that Glelidor writes his grudges in. With all that knowledge, they are induced into a rage when seeing someone or something that is written in the Tome. This makes them excel in combat against said foe. If they are fighting anything that is not written in the book, they do average at fighting. This is where the Armored component comes in. They have modified Predators and Land Raiders that add more torque to the engines and more firepower to the guns. These modifications, though, make them expensive to produce. So there will be less tanks on the battlefield than an average Space Marine Chapter

Legion Characteristics/Ideology: While the Grudge Bearers are angry most of the time, they are also surprisingly cool headed when needed. For example, in battle. They only go into a blood-curdling rage when instructed, the rest of the time following orders to the letter. That's another thing about them, their reactions to orders. They are very literal with what they follow. For example, if instructed to stand guard, they will quite literally stand guard until they either die or are ordered to do something else. This is because of their sense of honor. If they do not complete an order, they will consider it dishonorable, and will try to do anything to amend it, even if it be “falling on their swords”.

Relationships: The Grudge Bearers are extreme in what they do and brave to the point of stupidity, this can be very off-putting to anyone who doesn’t understand them. While they gained the respect of the Imperial Guard’s high command, the grunts don’t have the highest respect for them. You see, the Grudge Bearers think that their sense of honor should be imposed onto everybody. This can lead to some awkward interactions with any other space marine or imperial guard.

Trading Card Game RPG

@TJByrum Holy heck a I interested

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Is there still room to join? I think their are primarch spots, but the RP says its full, so I am a little confused

Bayonets, Brimstone, and Bullets - A Napoleonic Inspired NRP

Gerwazy was pacing in his bedroom. A huge weight was possibly about to be put on his shoulders. He was constantly staring at his mirror, just contemplating what will happen. You see, his older sister, Aurora Phaleon, was about to be crowned Lady Empress of La Confederacion Angelica. Being the thirdborn of his family, he never had to worry about the burden of ruling a nation. And he was fine with that, he never saw himself as the ruling type. What was stressing him how his brother would react if he was not chosen as Grand General.

The Grand General was the leader of all the armies and the top of the command. If it came to orders from the Lord or Lady Empress or the Grand General, the generals would go for the ladder. He wasn’t stressed if he was going to be chosen or not, it was most likely going to be him (He had the most battle experience out of his two other siblings). He was stressed about his brother. Casimir, the second born of the family, was not really suited for the job. He is *ahem* more of a silver-tongued diplomat than a master stratagen or general.

Casimir wanted the title very badly, being the egotist he is. Gerwazy knows that he won’t take the news well. “Well, this is where the fun begins.” The prince says to himself. A knock and a voice can be heard from the other side of his door. “Prince Gerwazy, the coronation is about to start.” The voice says. “Understood, I will be out momentarily.” The prince says. He takes one final look at his mirror before exiting his room.

The Main dining hall of the castle is large. About a hundred yards in length, it can hold plenty of people. This was the place chosen to hold the coronation ceremony. Once Gerwazy entered, all the beings in the room stood up and bowed. I bowed back, and the room went back to its lively state. A few scattered greetings met Gerwazy before he could get to the head of the hall, where his sister was sitting. Casimir was already sitting on her left, in what seemed to be a military uniform. “A little presumptuous, eh Casimir?” Gerwazy muttered to himself. He took his seat to the right and waited for the festival to begin.

Once everyone entered the dining hall, A soldier rang a gong, signaling the start of the Coronation Process. Gerwazy’s neon blue eyes jutted to the carpet in between the two long tables. The doors opened, displaying Lucian the XVI, the leader of the Order of Light (The Order of Light being the major religious order in the Confederation. A guttural, Gregorian-like chant was being sung by two masked monks behind Lucian. As of tradition, The leader of the Order and the Emperor would get on even ground before being crowned, signaling that the Order and the Dynasty have equal yet different powers.

The coronation ceremony came and went like the wind. Now the partying can begin! The festivities dragged long into the night, and I could tell my brother was starting to become antsy. He wanted to know if he was chosen or not. An hour or two after midnight, the gong ringed again. My sister, now with her ivory crown, stood up and began speaking.

“My friends, family, and allies. May your drinks be bottomless, and your hearts filled with merriness.” The entire room cheers. “Now, It is my duty as the new Lady Empress to announce the new Grand General. As per usual, it has been rough choosing between my two younger brothers. I love them both equally. But Gerwazy is the right and proper fit for the title.” She turns to me, not seeing the furious face on my brother. “Gerwazy Phaleon, my first act as Lady Empress is to Anoint you as Grand General. Salud to your health and prosperity!” The room stood up and cheered my name. Gerwazy looked to his brother, but he was gone. He decided to enjoy the party and worry about Casimir later.

Or, at least, he would have. The door busted open and five men armed with revolvers came into the room. The sounds of gunshots and screaming were rumored to reach all parts of the castle. Before the attackers could be subdued, twenty high ranking generals, nobles, and guests lay dead on the floor. Their vermillion blood staining the indigo carpets.

Twenty people, including Aurora

The next day, an investigation on “The Red Massacre” took place. It was quick to uncover that Casimir was the one plotting the assassination of his sister and massacre of the guests that night. He was caught trying to escape the county, and was tried for High Treason, Murder, and Familicide. Usually, a member of the nobles would be exiled to a distant island if found guilty. This was not the case for Casimir. Once the trial concluded, he was sentenced to the firing squad.

Now being the sole surviving member of the High Family, Gerwazy coronated Lord Emperor in seclusion. Away from any unwanted attention. He had a scared nation to look after, a possible world war about to happen, and people looking to finish what Casimir started. He needed allies, and fast.

(SORRY IF THIS IS BAD)

RAINBOW SIX: Reckoning

William was tinkering in the engineering room, trying to build some modifications for his GREMLIN. Said GREMLIN, Gizmo, was currently prowling around, hovering and scanning to its own leisure. A jolt of electricity could be heard from the room, followed by a "Son of a..." William, post getting zapped by a faulty wire, was jumping across the room in pain. His hand was a little burnt, but nothing too serious.

Gizmo was busy staring at the when a notification popped up inside of it. It was from high command, apparently there was something going down, and they needed all active members of team RAINBOW to respond. Gizmo flew over to William, trying to get his attention. "Not now, Gizmo." William said. The medic was busy patching up his finger. No matter how many boops and beeps Gizmo made, William would shrug him off. Finally, Gizmo had enough. It hovered a few paces back and somewhat forcefully slammed into William's shoulder.

"What do you want Gizmo!?" The SEAL yelled, finally getting to the end of his patience. "What could be so important that you are interrupting my tinkering!?" Gizmo flew to the tv, signaling to William that he was needed at HQ. His eyes widened, as he put down whatever was in his hands and slowly gravitated over to the tv. "Damn, Gizmo. Why didnt you say anything? Come on! Thatcher is an impatient man!" He grabbed Gizmo, not even letting him fly, as they ran to the briefing room

RAINBOW SIX: Reckoning

“Stay still, Gizmo will get you patched up.”

_{Navy Special Operations, Seal Team Seven (The fighting Seventh)}


Callsign: Bard
Name: William Tucker
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance

Appearance: William does not have what you would call a "Military Build". Despite being a former member of SEAL Team Seven, he is not muscular or stocky at all. Standing at 6'2", William is slender and thin. He argues that he used to be strong, but he adapted to his surroundings. He has blonde hair and blue eyes, looking like a true surfer. Matching his laid back attitude, he wears cargo pants and a button up shirt into battle, along with his military rigs and SAPI Plates.

Personality

Personality: William is the epitome of chill, even during battle. Notorious for not wearing any form of camouflage during an important raid against an Al-Qaeda leader, he was a godsend to his teammates and a nightmare to manage to his superiors. William also loves to sing, he sings whenever he gets the chance. He got his nickname "Bard" when singing to an HVT on the ride back to base in Iraq. The HVT hated it so much (even though William is a good singer), that he called Willam a half assed "Barid", or bard. His teammated loved it so much that it stuck.

GREMLIN

William, while not singing, is usually found tinkering on his GREMLIN, a self made robot (as seen above) that has many uses. The GREMLIN's (aptly named "Gizmo") main uses are recon and first aid. Gizmo is outfitted with Infrared, X-RAY, Microwave, and Radio wave sensors, allowing him to see things that humans cannot. Gizmo is not a UAV, for it is controlled through an AI, not by a controller. The AI responds to William's commands, and can translate almost every major language.

Though what would be a good team without a medic? That is where William comes in. Though he is a trained medic, sometimes he cannot get to his teammates because he is in the middle of a firefight. That is where Gizmo comes in. It has all the necessary equipment to preform basic first aid and treatment on a wounded individual. It also has been common to see William and Gizmo both treating a single team mate who is in critical condition

Skills

Skills:

- Trained in CPR and all basic to advanced medical technique.
- Trained in Basic CQB (by no means is the best, but can get the job done)
- A skilled singer, both on and off the battlefield
- SCUBA
- Ranked top of his class in USU Medical School
- A renowned mechanic in team RAINBOW

Equipment

Equipment:

- FN F2000 Tactical outfitted with an extended top receiver MIL-STD-1913 rail and 3x hybrid scope, Chambered in 5.56x45mm NATO
- IMI Desert Eagle, Chambered in .50 Action Express (for when he really needs to kill something)
- Standard Medic Kit
- Interceptor Multi-Thread Body Armor System
- Hawaiian Pineapple button-up SHirt
- Suppressor (For when stealth is mandatory
- Laser Attachment
- 4x M33 Fragmentation Gernade
- 2x flashbang hand grenades
- 1x Purple Smoke Canister
- 1x red smoke canister
- NCStar Tactical Backpack, Green

Bio

Bio: The world of William Tucker is one of rebellion, loss, and deep meditiation. Let me start from the beginning. William Tucker was born to a hotel tycoon family in Florida. His father was an Irish Immigrant and inventor and his mother the daughter of a rich oil baron. His early days were spent breaking every rule imaginable, just to get the attention of his mother and father. You see, they were both very busy and hardly were home.
William loved the arts and was quickly enrolled to music lessons at a very young age (Though he spent most of the time skipping classes and going to the beach). The only classes he would put an effort to attending were singing classes. He trained with the best that money could afford.
It was when William was 17 when his father admitted to his mother that he married her for the money. He needed a way to fund his projects and, well, she was the solution. This was when the marriage started falling apart. Williams mother and father both abused each other verbally, mentally, and physically. When filing for divorce, they both wanted custody of William. It got to the point that there were death threats from both extended families.
This was too much for William to handle. So, when he turned 18, he seized the chance and joined the navy (against both of his parents wishes). Bootcamp was hell for the young Tucker. His rebellious nature would be put into check constantly by the drill sergeants. Though he was consistently terrible at PT, he was above average at the range and top of his class when it came to anything knowledgeable. When he graduated, he decided he wanted to be a medic, and joined Medical School.
His innate skills with the wrench and medical procedures soon caught the attention of Lieutenant Commander Jones. Jones was a Navy SEAL officer looking for a recruit to the frogmen (a nickname for the SEAL’s). When approached, William initially declined. He was fine with the lax attitude of the Medical Field, as he was rarely on the front lines. But he soon agreed after a promise that he could keep his hair and oversee his own uniform.
After five years a SEAL, Team RAINBOW approached him, offering a position in their team. William had never heard of team RAINBOW and joined because he thought their name was cool. Now we find him as the medic and mechanic of RAINBOW, fixing bodies and chassis alike.