Lady Selune

Lady Selune is Looking For: Complete Degenerates Only [Always Looking]

WELL I AM BORED AS FUCK CAUSE Y'ALL AREN'T COMING TO ME WIT DEM LEWDS. NEED MORE FO SHO.

Lady Selune is Looking For: Complete Degenerates Only [Always Looking]

DOOT DOOT THERE ARE NO BREAKS ON THE DEGENERACY TRAIN.

Hellpact

Kachirk. The shutter of a camera went off, and she blinked at the unexpected flash. Her head turned slowly, and she spotted a curiously genderless face peering out from behind ginger curtains. Perhaps not such a great threat... But it was twelve o clock, and she had no idea where this woman had come from. Jetlag, plain tiredness, even a little bit of inebriatedness would all explain a potential mistake such as this one. Judging would be the wrong thing to do.

Post that little incident came the introduction of the host, and she had already given her first thoughts on that. Or, at least, she thought she had given her first thoughts. Perhaps it was her a little tired and jetlagged, since apparently it seemed like she was not at the top of her game when it came to being able to hold her bloody mind from instantly jumping to conclusions. Calming herself internally, she let her fingers methodically drum against the side of her crystal glass, a rather odd thing for milk to come in, each fingerfall making a different toned ting sound. From high to low and back to high when she removed her fingers once more.

The action failed to truly reveal what was happening 'under the car bonnet,' such as it was. She was digesting the information at her own rate. One, as she had expected, everyone here had a connection with the occult. The focuses had confirmed that almost straight away, but it was good to hear it from someone else, to truly confirm it within her mind. Her mental file, in this case labelled purpose for summons was slowly being filled out, each empty page being jotted in with the words that the lovely Lady Eve happened to be saying. One, this appeared to have been the equivalent to clicking 'send to all,' on an email, if Eve was to be believed. Individually, none of them were known to their would-be-employer any more than they were to each other. That was... Excellent. She was glad to know that she had kept her information relatively private. The way she liked it.

What was curious was the fact that the tattoo was a magical focus. She had thought that one had to have a special connection to an item for it to be a focus, and specifically an item, but the ankh threw that idea into disarray. Deciding she would have to amend her ideas on magical focuses later, she instead dredged up on what the ankh could possibly stand for. Egyptian, obviously, and dating back all the way to the pharaohs. Quite common with people who just thought it cool, it bared some similarities to a crucifix... Although didn't have the baggage that what had once been a platform for execution carried.

An ankh was an ideograph hieroglyphic that represented the idea of 'life.' Extremely widespread use... And, if she wasn't incorrect, somewhat revived by the new age, 'hippy' sorts that her parents had grown up around in the 1960s. Whilst, obviously, ruling out any connection to the ancient Egyptian meaning would be foolish, she suspected that this particular ankh was more to do with periods of time after the birth of Christ.

The rest though... So tempting, and yet so suspicious. $120,000 a year, which translated roughly to... She had no idea. She had many fortes, but maths was, as unfortunate as that was, not one of them. It was a vast sum of money. Included medical care was... Well, what she was used to, but at least it was something she wouldn't have to concern herself with. She was a little surprised at the speed at which the rest of her fellow (potential) warlocks seemed to be falling over themselves to let each other know details about themselves, which meant that, most likely, they would also quite like to know hers. Very well, she supposed she would speak once everyone else had taken their own turn.

Morgan, as the girl claimed her name was, was up first, and wa-?

She was left slightly befuddled by the fact that the woman currently holding the girl was unknown to the girl, and yet she was also perfectly fine with that. Also apparently the 'gig,' and evidently she was Australian, for good measure. Something seemed wrong about the girl, she had to say, not to mention the 'mother' as well- Erin, her name was. Faint Germanic accent, and she brushed through her clothes to a magical gleam on a necklace around her throat. That would be the focus, then. Perfect, no issue there.

Then spoke the woman who she had marked as a threat, who, at least, earned her approval by being one of the few sensible peoples here and wanted to know more details, followed by the criminal almost being kindly and friendly. Terseness, however. It was hard to miss that, but more than that, Ross- as he had introduced himself, was apparently interested in helping other people.

Curiouser and curiouser.

"Well then. I shall throw some more questions into the ring." Extending her hand, she ticked off questions as she said them. "Are we to be expected to find accomadations ourselves, or will that be provided? Futhermore, are we to be able to obtain working visas, or will we be forced to perhaps act in a slightly... Extrajudicial manner?" She barely inclined her head as she thought about more questions, firing them off quickly. "Furthermore, I would quite think that knowing the exact danger we face, and the details about any... Missions we might go on to be quite useful, would it not?" She paused for a second, before quickly finishing. "My apologies, that must have seemed slightly rude of me."

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

@Jbcool
YES! A PRAETORIAN!

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

@Ollumhammersong

Psst. I think he already edited.

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

hider

Name: Darius Katadan

Character Description: It’s a well-known fact that the Hawks come from a low-grav world. Darius is taller than you average imperial citizen, and enough time fighting on the front has made it so that he’s got the muscle and strength to back it up as well. With cropped black hair and permanent stubble, he looks every bit the veteran, and he follows it up with a pair of steel-grey eyes.

Despite his time on the front, the Emperor has blessed him, and he’s ended up surprisingly free of mutilations. He’s missing two toes, and has non-cybernetic implants in his leg, from where his grav-chute decided that 37 feet up was the perfect time to malfunction, and he broke his leg in seven different places.

Role: Harakoni Warhawk 72nd Veteran Special Weapons Trooper (Formerly.) Squad Sergeant and Special Weapons Trooper (Current.)

Specialities:

• Independent operation. Grav troopers are expected to spend time behind enemy lines, and that’s a risky and difficult job. ‘Hawks are trained to be more flexible and independent than your average trooper, and Darius is no exception, although he’s more of ‘go and blow everything up’ kind of guy at heart.
• Armour destruction. Enemy armour is always an issue to the trooper on the ground. With melta galore, Darius is trained to reduce enemy steel to slag before it becomes an issue to the rest of the troopers.
• Special operations. If you need to storm an enemy base, plant a demolitions charge, and then leg it, Darius is your man. If you need to assassinate an enemy leader, Darius might not be able to take the shot, but he sure as hell can get the sniper there so he can.
• Rapid response. Darius is trained to plug holes if and when they come up. If an extra hand is needed manning a heavy weapon, or if a vehicle gunner has been slain, most likely Darius will step in to fill the role.

Equipment Specialities.

• Lasgun. Old reliable. When you’re facing down a horde of the latest thing trying to kill you, a solid blast to the face from a lasgun tends to stop it dead in it’s tracks. Accept no substitute.
• Combat Shotgun: Apart from this, of course. When you really need an ork out of your face in the next 0.3 seconds, otherwise you’re going to be bisected by a blade bigger than your head.
• Krak grenades: Twist the magnetic seal, lob ‘em at enemy armour, then get your head down, because it’s about to cause a hell of mess.
• Meltagun: There’s a lot of things drop troops really don’t want to see. At the top of that list is enemy armour coming in to the one position you’ve been instructed to hold. The meltagun ensures that said armour will not be a threat after roughly 2 seconds of charging, and then a superheated burst will reduce any fancy armour to rubble.
• Grav-Chute: He rarely gets to use it anymore, but the Warhawks are drop infantry, and he’s trained like one.

Characteristics:
Weapon Skill: 3. Gettin' up close and personal is fine an all, but only in small doses. We got big guns for a reason ya know.
Ballistic Skill: 7. I ain't a snipah here, but I can hit the broad side of a barn, and then some. I mean,, most of the time I end up firing at tanks bigger than a fackin' barn, so…
Strength: 5. I don’t exactly do the whole footslogging thing normally, but I can carry mah gear, yup I can.
Toughness: 8. Couple of bullets ain't hurtin' me none.
Agility: 5. You ever tried grav chuting? Gotta be on the tips of your toes, otherwise you’ll break a leg. Let me tell you, you don’t want to break a leg on insertion.
Intelligence: 4. I’m a hive worlder. Cut me some slack. I know enough about the important stuff, but I don’t need to know all the fancy shit. Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition.”
Perception: 5 Sometimes I pick up on the little things. Sometimes. Not often. Actually, you know what? Forget it.
Willpower: 8. I broke my leg and crawled through fucking mud and dirt, under enemy fire for fucks knows how long, just so I could survive another day. I am NOT giving up dammit.
Fellowship: 5. You guys are hardly my old crew, but ah well. Gotta make do, I guess. Some of you are alright.

Equipment:

• Carapace armour. Standard issue to warhawks, it’s kept him safe more times than he can count. Slightly heavy though, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
• Meltagun. Fitted with a heavy-duty flamer strap.
• Stubpistol. He learned how to use a stubber way back in his hive world days, and whilst some people mock the gun for it’s lack of stopping power, he’s found that there ain’t nothing better than some nice chunky stubpistol shots to stop something dead.
• Grav-chute He wishes.
• Krak and frag grenades. Useful to assault enemy positions, or engage armour when his meltagun is on cooldown.
• Warhawk regulator and knee/groin/shoulder/arm plating.

Personality:
I won’t lie. The Emperor in his ultimat’ fuckin’ knowledge, has decided to let the Imperium be FUBAR’d. I don’t know why, and I don’t want ta find out why, but what I do know is that we’ve got a hell of a lot of killing to do, and I don’t want to waste any more time talkin’. Get to it!

• Combat Eager: “I ‘ave said this before, raight? Well, I’ll say it again. I FACKING LOVE THIS SHIT!” – Darius, facing down ~70 orks with 21 fellow soldiers.
• Blasé: “Fer fucks sake. Yes, you’ve lost ya arm. Grab it and get to a medic, alright? We need to concentrate on killin’ these fackers.” – Darius, to a wounded soldier from the Dessin 198th.
• Dry: “Ya know. I’ve probably had better days.” – Darius, after having his chute malfunction and breaking his leg, in the middle of a battlefield full of heretics.

History:

• "Of course I was born on sodding Harakoni. Do I look like I'm a fackin' Elysian pansy trooper? Hive world's a tricky life, but ain't nothing better than grav chuting into the valleys and going hunting. Learnt a lot that would come in handy later, that's for sure."
• "Imperial guard training? No, I was just magically made a fucking Warhawk. I was a tough little fucker, that much was for sure, I'll tell you as damned much. When training was done, I got sent to go and fuck up some orks."
• "After that? Well, lotta shit went down after that. I don't know all the details. I just know that we're not with the rest a the facking Imperium, so I'm gonna shoot as many bastards as it takes to make sure that changes."

The Fumes of War: A Dieselpunk Nation RP

The Nation Sheet

The Conclave of the Sands

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Geography:

|Geographical Location of Country:| East of Zengrav.
|Country Size:| 437,072 square km.
|Cities:| Whilst most of the land in the Conclave is desert, there are a few important settlements. The most important is the capital- Salaghen, built over one of the few major sources of water in the country, as an artificial island. More than 23% of the total population lives in Salaghen, and it's the home to the Conclave itself, as well as the wealthiest of all the cities. It is one of the few places that agriculture can be carried out, and is near the Hazhen mountain range, providing it with valuable resources to mine. The city itself is a curious sight to behold, what with the fact that it is essentially located atop a river, its towers and buildings seemingly jutting out of the water itself.

Another important city is the floating city of Dalahem. Located in the clouds, and entirely held aloft by Helium, it's a vital trade city, with balloons to get up from the ground, and is the hub of Conclave air forces. It's much easier, after all, to get aircraft into the air when they start there. Whilst all kinds of trade goods flow through Dalahem, until recently oil was strictly banned. The changing from hydrogen to helium has prevented this, and now flammable materials too, can be traded in Dalahem's gently bobbing streets. Not that most foreigners get to go there, of course.

Finally, there is the border city of Yisslam. Yisslam is a fairly 'open' city, as far as the Conclave are open, what with the fact that it's the only city where Zengravi and Conclave people mix on a daily basis. That being said, there's still extreme levels of suspicion and prejudice, not helped by Zengrav insisting that they have claims to Conclave land.

|Natural Resources:| Mostly oil, along with a few rare spices, and metals like aluminium, titanium, gold, silver and more. Unfortunately, apart from oil, spices, and a minority of the precious metals (along with aluminium, which is used instead of steel throughout the Conclave,) very little is properly exploited.

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People & Culture:

|Population:| 22 million people.
|Demographics:| 99% of those living in Conclave are Conclave natives, known as the Dinnen- Chosen People. However there are three distinct ethnic groups. These are the darker skinned Yavshin who are a mostly mountain-dwelling folk, and have lived in the Hazhen mountain range historically. Now, they mostly populate the capital and the surrounding area, numbering around 8 million.

Secondly, are the slightly lighter skinned Bahgrevin peoples, the most numerous. Numbering 10 million, they are found throughout the entire country, and make up the majority of the ground forces of the Conclave. This is purely coincidental, although it is a curious little fact.

Finally, numbering 4 million, are the Alhavin peoples. The majority in Dalahem, they're a generally taller and thinner breed when compared to the Yavshin and Bahgrevin. One thing that all the ethnicities tend to have dark hair, and tanned skins. Blue and brown eyes are common, but grey is also quite often to see. Men normally have stubble, or shaven faces, which is both due to ethnicity (as as a whole, the Dinnin do not grow large amounts of facial hair,) and cultural reasons.

|Government:| The Conclave, is, shockingly, run by the Conclave. A collection of figures that are in charge of the country, they elect from themselves, a leader of the country every five years, or when the old one dies or is incompetent. Whilst the leader- known as the Mirza, is in charge of the country and makes all major decisions, it is the Conclave responsible for the majority of daily governance, and as such is the most important force in the land. The Conclave is also the religious body of the country, and within the Conclave, there is little distinction between religion and politics.

|Ruler:| Whilst the Conclave is made up of 231 hereditary roles, the current Mirza, and the one that has been in power for the past nineteen years, is Mirza Hamaen Faghiri the IInd, blessed be unto him.

|Volksgeist:| To the Dinnin people, they are an end to themselves. The Zengrav who occupied their country, and found themselves bled dry, they learnt this. To the outsiders that find themselves looking at stony-faced people, mouths hidden behind loose-fitted cloth, know this. Invaders who find themselves rapidly occupied with rifle fire from seemingly nowhere, their troops being blown to cinders from above, and their opponents slinking into the sand, know this.

Within the Conclave itself, people are conservative. The ways of the past are tried and tested, and to foolishly discard all of them in order to move for high-minded ideas like democracy and fascism is foolish. With no love lost for either the democratic nations, and very little respect for what they see as the Zengravi-lead Iron Pact, they prefer to strike out, charting their own course, all by themselves.

Within the Conclave, one can find men and women working on their own. Traditionally, tribe leadership and preisthood were roles for women, and as such, they hold high political and religious respect within the country, but this is tempered by the fact that men are still the economic and military powerhouses.

|Religion:| The majority religion in the Conclave, and, indeed, the only official religion is that of the Hazzan. The Hazzan is a single deity that appears in multiple different forms, with the Hazzan itself being the most important of all of them. Following any other religion inside the Conclave, unless one is a foreigner, is heresy, and is punishable by execution in the most extreme of cases. Whilst traditionally this was done via hanging, now it is normally done via firing squad.

Within Hazzan, there is only one appropriate burial- that of the sands. Families, or at least those with any major wealth, will have burial grounds deep into the desert, where family members will be interred in order to naturally be mummified. Alternatively, cremation has been gaining popularity within the Conclave, especially with soldiers, since it means remains can be returned home far more easily.

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|History:|

Give me something meaty to work with here.

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|Armed Forces:|

The Dinnin way of war is an odd one. Air superiority is their most precious tactic, but when it comes to ground combat, they are very much not slouches. Despite being less developed with their infantry weapons, their knowledge of their own country, and resilience to the harsh climes means that those attempting to invade the Conclave can expect to be met with a stiff fight.

Arms within the Conclave are still out of date when compared to a lot of the modern world. Curious features include imported Corax semi-automatic pistols, valgaron submachineguns that were intended to be sent to Zengrav, but were intercepted, and Conclave-made rifles and shotguns.

Most ground troops in the Conclave are formed into Tawsilad groups- which translates into 'long hunters,' literally, but is really more appropriately translated as 'skirmishers.' Armed with the traditional, four-shot, long-barrelled bolt action rifle, named after an old Mirza- The Najaat Rifle. The Najaat has an extremely long effective range, but fires slowly, and each shot must be reloaded individually. The Najaat comes with a wooden stock, and a loose-fitting canvas cover for the barrel. Additionally, many Najaats come with the Al-Hiram x7 optical scope, which, once again, comes with its own cover.

However, the true strength of the Conclave lies not with its skirmishers on the ground, but instead with its airforce.

Be prepared to write a lot. I’m leaving this fairly open to what you guys want to do, but I want at LEAST infantry arms, premiere vehicles, navy/airforce details, military uniforms, organisational structure, etc, etc, etc. This is an RP heavily based around combat, after all.

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|People of Interest:|

POV characters. A short description as well. Feel free to update this as you want to.

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

@Ollumhammersong

History is done, so I'm waiting on approval.

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

@Eisenhorn

Not trying to be rude, but your character is REALLY similar to mine.

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

@Ollumhammersong

UNT ME?