My work schedule just completely changed for the worse, so expect me to be less active, unable to run my own RPs, but I should hopefully be able to keep myself in other people's RPs.
9 yrs ago
Grandfather's out of the hospital, so I should be back.
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9 yrs ago
My grandfather's in the hospital...gonna be gone for a few days, for anyone I'm RPing with.
Klaus has short, blonde-brown hair, and steel grey eyes. He's somewhat average in height and weight, though he does stand slightly shorter than some of his squadmates.
Born in Berlin in 1917, Klaus' family was quick to suffer when the Great War ended. His father had been employed in a weapons factory, and was one of the first people fired when the treaty was signed. Shortly after, lack of food and goods saw the Zimmerman family being forced out of Berlin, to a farm owned by Klaus's uncle in southern Brandenburg. It was here that Klaus was raised, going to school in a nearby small town, and working on the farm alongside his father and uncle. As he grew, his family instilled in him a sense of pride for who he was, as a citizen of Germany. This is what would drive him to join the newly formed German Military in 1935, as soon as he turned 18 years of age.
Although a very patriotic individual, Klaus is somewhat of a coward. He will fight, though getting him to do anything daring or heroic is very difficult. He also doesn't like the idea that he may have to hurt innocents, but he does understand that war is war. He tries his best to follow orders to the letter, but has slipped up on the rare occasion.
Magos Ravion Hybris was somewhat intrigued with the recent events occurring around the Warp Skulls. Recently, the entire chapter, or what was basically equivalent to that, had been recalled, and were arriving in droves. This had Ravion busier than ever, rushing about to fix the bolters, chainswords and armor of those returning from combat, and thus had little time to mingle with others on the reasoning for the meeting. This did not stop his natural curiosity from speculating, however, and that coupled with some of the odd damages sustained by the Astartes' power armor suits had him suspecting some of the wildest things, from betrayals in the ranks, to rampant mutations, for wasn't it odd that this suit's left arm had severed at the wrist, or that this suit had jagged tears on the INSIDE of the armor... This carried on for a while, before Ravion realized how it was distracting him from his work, and ceased the thoughts almost immediately, though they still lurked in the deeper corners of his mind.
Later, while performing maintenance on the Bastion of Arrogance's scanners, he noted a peculiar oddity. The sensors indicated a ship heading in directly to them from the warp. Quickly checking the ship's computer for any info on who it might be, Ravion came up empty-handed. Sending a notification to the most senior members of the non-Astartes crew, and to the Chapter Master, of an unidentified ship approaching, Ravion went back to work, finishing up on the scanners, and moving on to work on other systems aboard the station, hoping that things didn't get TOO exciting in the coming time.
Name - Namen Starblade Species - Human Gender - Male Age - 23 Occupation - Ship Captain/Smuggler
Appearance - A very average man, Namen has short, messy dirt brown hair, with thick, trimmed stubble coating his chin and cheeks. His eyes are a steely grey, with a spark of wisdom and life knowledge lighting them up. He's got a handful of tattoos adorning parts of his body, most from his days in the Imperial Navy. The most notable are the symbol of the Galactic Empire on his right shoulder, and his former Identification Number of DS-63-5 on his left wrist. He isn't much above average in height and weight, and this helps him avoid standing out in crowds.
Apparel - Namen wears a thick synthleather jacket over a grey long-sleeve shirt, with black pocketed pants, and black Imperial uniform boots, and a utility belt with many pouches and containers, and a blaster holster for a right-handed person Weapons - DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, two Thermal Detonators, a vibroknife Equipment - Datapad, Computer Spike, Lockpicking kit, medical supplies, Limited(illegal) access to his VCX-100 Freighter, the Invincible Rancor
Skills - Namen is a talented quickdraw artist, smuggler, lockpick, and barterer. He could charm the rage out of a rancor, and blast the wings off an insect 10 yards away. He's a skilled pilot of both fighter-craft and larger freighters, a callback from his time in the Imperial Navy. Flaws - He's cocky, arrogant in his skills, and somewhat self-centered. He's also wanted by Russag the Hutt, a notorious Nar Shaddaa Gangster, and the Imperials to a lesser extent. His biggest weakness, is that his ship is under impound with a price of 100,000 Imperial Credits for its release, limiting his access to it, and removing his ability to leave Coruscant.
Personality - Namen is cocksure, has massive faith in his abilities, and tries to twist every encounter to favor him and his situation. He has been known to offer you a drink one minute, and punch out your lights the next. He has somewhat of a distaste for aliens, though nowhere near the extent of the Empire. He's a man of credits first and foremost, willing to take nearly any job if the price is right. All in all, he's just your average, run-of-the-mill smuggler. Goals - Namen’s main goal is to get his ship out of impound and get off of Coruscant. To a lesser extent, he also wants to try and get some help in clearing his name with Russag, and making some new connections for smuggling and cargo runs in the future.
Backstory - Born to middle-class parents on Ord Mantell, Namen had a very bland childhood. He went to school, helped around the house, and really didn’t have much in the way of excitement. This is why when he came of age, he enlisted in the Imperial Naval Academy to become a pilot, hoping for some chance at adventure and excitement. Namen excelled in the Academy, scoring top marks as both a pilot and a commander, and graduating in the top 1% of his class. After graduation, he served for 3 years as an Imperial Pilot, flying many missions to help put down rebellious groups and organizations. Eventually, he would grow tired of this life as well, finding little joy in the aimless fighting of the Imperial Navy. He managed to escape aboard a cargo freighter as it made a stop at a Naval station he was at. Namen ended up commandeering this vessel, renaming it the Invincible Rancor, and fleeing to the disputed Outer Rim, to hide away from the possibility of Imperial discovery and capture. It was here he learned to take up smuggling, putting his piloting and combat skills to use in running drugs and cargo right under the noses of the Imperials, and rival gang lords.
His prime employer was a Hutt crime boss by the name of Russag, a powerful ruler on Nar Shaddaa, Russag grew to enjoy Namen for his charm, though the massive amounts of wealth in profits didn’t hurt. This wasn’t very long-lived however, as Namen got a bit too cocky for his own good, and thought he could get away with backroom dealing from under Russag. When one of these deals cost Russag over 300,000 in credits, He grew furious, and immediately placed a bounty on Namen’s head. With that, Namen fled the Outer Rim to avoid the wrath of the Crime Lord, fleeing first to Corellia, than to Coruscant in hopes of finding someone who could clear his name. However, when he landed on Coruscant, he didn’t exactly receive a warm welcome. During a docking inspection, the Imperials aboard found his secret compartments for smuggling….and the vast quantities of contraband within. His ship was impounded and the contents seized. With no ship to leave, and no goods to trade, Namen decided to set off into the massive city, to see what would he could find to free his ship and clear his name.
Name - Namen Starblade Species - Human Gender - Male Age - 23 Occupation - Ship Captain/Smuggler
Appearance - A very average man, Namen has short, messy dirt brown hair, with thick, trimmed stubble coating his chin and cheeks. His eyes are a steely grey, with a spark of wisdom and life knowledge lighting them up. He's got a handful of tattoos adorning parts of his body, most from his days in the Imperial Navy. The most notable are the symbol of the Galactic Empire on his right shoulder, and his former Identification Number of DS-63-5 on his left wrist. He isn't much above average in height and weight, and this helps him avoid standing out in crowds.
Apparel - Namen wears a thick synthleather jacket over a grey long-sleeve shirt, with black pocketed pants, and black Imperial uniform boots, and a utility belt with many pouches and containers, and a blaster holster for a right-handed person Weapons - DL-44 Heavy Blaster Pistol, two Thermal Detonators, a vibroknife Equipment - Datapad, Computer Spike, Lockpicking kit, medical supplies, Limited(illegal) access to his VCX-100 Freighter, the Invincible Rancor
Skills - Namen is a talented quickdraw artist, smuggler, lockpick, and barterer. He could charm the rage out of a rancor, and blast the wings off an insect 10 yards away. He's a skilled pilot of both fighter-craft and larger freighters, a callback from his time in the Imperial Navy. Flaws - He's cocky, arrogant in his skills, and somewhat self-centered. He's also wanted by Russag the Hutt, a notorious Nar Shaddaa Gangster, and the Imperials to a lesser extent. His biggest weakness, is that his ship is under impound with a price of 100,000 Imperial Credits for its release, limiting his access to it, and removing his ability to leave Coruscant.
Personality - Namen is cocksure, has massive faith in his abilities, and tries to twist every encounter to favor him and his situation. He has been known to offer you a drink one minute, and punch out your lights the next. He has somewhat of a distaste for aliens, though nowhere near the extent of the Empire. He's a man of credits first and foremost, willing to take nearly any job if the price is right. All in all, he's just your average, run-of-the-mill smuggler. Goals - Namen’s main goal is to get his ship out of impound and get off of Coruscant. To a lesser extent, he also wants to try and get some help in clearing his name with Russag, and making some new connections for smuggling and cargo runs in the future.
Backstory - Born to middle-class parents on Ord Mantell, Namen had a very bland childhood. He went to school, helped around the house, and really didn’t have much in the way of excitement. This is why when he came of age, he enlisted in the Imperial Naval Academy to become a pilot, hoping for some chance at adventure and excitement. Namen excelled in the Academy, scoring top marks as both a pilot and a commander, and graduating in the top 1% of his class. After graduation, he served for 3 years as an Imperial Pilot, flying many missions to help put down rebellious groups and organizations. Eventually, he would grow tired of this life as well, finding little joy in the aimless fighting of the Imperial Navy. He managed to escape aboard a cargo freighter as it made a stop at a Naval station he was at. Namen ended up commandeering this vessel, renaming it the Invincible Rancor, and fleeing to the disputed Outer Rim, to hide away from the possibility of Imperial discovery and capture. It was here he learned to take up smuggling, putting his piloting and combat skills to use in running drugs and cargo right under the noses of the Imperials, and rival gang lords.
His prime employer was a Hutt crime boss by the name of Russag, a powerful ruler on Nar Shaddaa, Russag grew to enjoy Namen for his charm, though the massive amounts of wealth in profits didn’t hurt. This wasn’t very long-lived however, as Namen got a bit too cocky for his own good, and thought he could get away with backroom dealing from under Russag. When one of these deals cost Russag over 300,000 in credits, He grew furious, and immediately placed a bounty on Namen’s head. With that, Namen fled the Outer Rim to avoid the wrath of the Crime Lord, fleeing first to Corellia, than to Coruscant in hopes of finding someone who could clear his name. However, when he landed on Coruscant, he didn’t exactly receive a warm welcome. During a docking inspection, the Imperials aboard found his secret compartments for smuggling….and the vast quantities of contraband within. His ship was impounded and the contents seized. With no ship to leave, and no goods to trade, Namen decided to set off into the massive city, to see what would he could find to free his ship and clear his name.
@TheodorableUnfortunately, I think I'm going to have to drop out. The pace of this RP has hit a point where I just cannot keep up given my daily schedule. Sorry.
I'm in for sure! *starts singing traditional dwarven songs about gold*
EDIT: Something I feel should be restricted is the use of pre-made characters by anyone but the DM, and even then they should be used only sparingly, just to avoid writing and interpretation conflicts.
