neogreggory

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

@caliban22
If I become Warboss I just plan on targeting the group that'll put up the biggest fight. Time will tell.

@Pathfinder

Good and orky, I like it.

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

Garock da Big Mek

Name: Garock
Species: Ork
Gender: What's one of 'does?
Age: 29
Appearance: Garock stands at about six and a half feet. His skin is a median green, his eyes a crimson red. He wears heavy leather overalls, with further armor provided by a few metal plates welded onto them. Garock also wears a pair of goggles to shield his eyes from sparks and amplify his vison while he tinkers. On his back Garock also has his kustom force field generator, kondensed so that it doesn't catch on anything while he walks about inside his vehicle. While smaller than most, his force field generator is still a mess of tesla coils and tubes sparking erratically, granting Garock an almost sinister blue glow when in darker environments, such as the interior of his beloved war machine.
Rank: Big Mek
Bio: Garock was 'born' into a feral klan of Snakebites. The jungle planet upon which he spent his first years was under the utter control of a nasty git known as Wazzag 'Ead Spika. Near on a century before Wazzag had konquered the planet, burning down the 'umie cities and despoiling the land, all without a bit of tech. In his hundred year reign Wazzag had forbidding any technology from entering the ranks of his host, to the point that even scrap metal was considered unorky, instead the tribe's choppas being made of bone and sinew.
Much like any ork Garock spent his early years fighting and just having a good time with his savage brothers. Then one day however Garock was struck with the worst of curses, an idea! Using a pile of wooden refuge and squig innards the ork managed to build a small lobber, perfect for launching rocks into walls or charging nobs. While at first his fellows celebrated Garock and his invention, they quickly became worried over the number of ideas he was having.
Before long Wazzag caught wind of what was happening, and with grace and subtlety directly assaulted the camp Garock lived in with his biggest nobs and fastest boars. While the camp burned and Wazzag's power reestablished Garock barely got away, and sought to leave the savage planet. It was with great fortune that he happened upon some Freebooterz who were on the planet collecting scrap from some ancient humie ruins. Hitching a ride with them in exchange for some of his ideas soon Garock learned just how big the kosmos was.
Since that time Garocks has been travelling between various tribes, building both his knowledge and his personal war machine, Da Fortrezz, a mighty battlewagon he started building soon after leaving his savage home, and has been constantly repairing and improving since. Recently Garocks has joined on with Kragot Metal-Jaw, his interest piqued by the thought of a really big weapon.
Equipment:

Da Fortrezz

Garock's pride and joy, his personal vehicle, a massive battlewagon coated in weapons and armor. The complete list of weapons and other features are as follows...

-1 Kannon
-2 Stickkbomb Chukkaz
-2 Mounted Big Shootas
-1 Deff Rolla
-1 Reinforced Ram
The Wagon also has a 'Ard Case as well as extra armor plates, to compensate Da Fortrezz has a much larger engine, which doesn't help when it comes to passenger space. The number of occupants is also hampered by the fact that the second story of Da Fortrezz houses Garock's private workshop. While nowhere near as large or well equipped as a proper foundry the space does allow Garock a great deal of privacy, easy access to tools and scrap in case he needs to do repairs on the road, a fairly safe place to catch a nap, and good thick walls to hide behind just in case one of his gretchins crosses the wrong wires. In his private workshop Garock also keeps his favorite Oily Squig in a nice safe cage suspended from the ceiling.
On account of the extra large engine Da Fortrezz only has room for twelve passengers, who ride along in the lowest and rear most part of the craft. Directly above them is Garocks workshop, in fact between the workshop and holding area is a hole in which Garock or one of his gretchen assistants can drop kustom weapons or other pieces of kit for the boyz below. The cockpit houses the controls for the vehicle, a mess of levers, buttons and knobs. Cigar smoke and metal shavings choke the air in the cockpit, as a small light bulb swinging from a metal chain gives off a minor amount of light, as do the various windows, all of which are too thin to allow overmuch smoke to escape.

As far as personal wargear goes Garock rides into battle with his kustom twinlinked shoota, a few stikkbombs, his kustom force field, and of course a selection of his favorite tools and bits of scrap.
Npc's: There is of course the entire krew of Da Fortrezz, though there are two more notable members.
Gids: Garocks personal assistant, Gids is a particularly clever gretchen that helps Garock in building weapons and armor, as well as repairing Da Fortrezz, cleaning, collecting scrap, feeding his squigs, and anything else Garocks doesn't feel like doing.
Bodokz: Is the one that keeps da gunz firin! Bodokz is an ork boy, not quite big or important enough to be a nob, but not nobody either. He mans the kannon of Da Fortrezz, and is also in charge of managing the various gretchens and boyz who operate the other weapon systems. Bodokz is the go between for Garocks and the rest of the krew, who the mek can't be bothered to remember or care about.

WAAAARGH!

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

I like to think I made this orky enough, but if anything is wrong please do let me know.

Garock da Big Mek

Name: Garock
Species: Ork
Gender: What's one of 'does?
Age: 29
Appearance: Garock stands at about six and a half feet. His skin is a median green, his eyes a crimson red. He wears heavy leather overalls, with further armor provided by a few metal plates welded onto them. Garock also wears a pair of goggles to shield his eyes from sparks and amplify his vison while he tinkers. On his back Garock also has his kustom force field generator, kondensed so that it doesn't catch on anything while he walks about inside his vehicle. While smaller than most, his force field generator is still a mess of tesla coils and tubes sparking erratically, granting Garock an almost sinister blue glow when in darker environments, such as the interior of his beloved war machine.
Rank: Big Mek
Bio: Garock was 'born' into a feral klan of Snakebites. The jungle planet upon which he spent his first years was under the utter control of a nasty git known as Wazzag 'Ead Spika. Near on a century before Wazzag had konquered the planet, burning down the 'umie cities and despoiling the land, all without a bit of tech. In his hundred year reign Wazzag had forbidding any technology from entering the ranks of his host, to the point that even scrap metal was considered unorky, instead the tribe's choppas being made of bone and sinew.
Much like any ork Garock spent his early years fighting and just having a good time with his savage brothers. Then one day however Garock was struck with the worst of curses, an idea! Using a pile of wooden refuge and squig innards the ork managed to build a small lobber, perfect for launching rocks into walls or charging nobs. While at first his fellows celebrated Garock and his invention, they quickly became worried over the number of ideas he was having.
Before long Wazzag caught wind of what was happening, and with grace and subtlety directly assaulted the camp Garock lived in with his biggest nobs and fastest boars. While the camp burned and Wazzag's power reestablished Garock barely got away, and sought to leave the savage planet. It was with great fortune that he happened upon some Freebooterz who were on the planet collecting scrap from some ancient humie ruins. Hitching a ride with them in exchange for some of his ideas soon Garock learned just how big the kosmos was.
Since that time Garocks has been travelling between various tribes, building both his knowledge and his personal war machine, Da Fortrezz, a mighty battlewagon he started building soon after leaving his savage home, and has been constantly repairing and improving since. Recently Garocks has joined on with Kragot Metal-Jaw, his interest piqued by the thought of a really big weapon.
Equipment:

Da Fortrezz

Garock's pride and joy, his personal vehicle, a massive battlewagon coated in weapons and armor. The complete list of weapons and other features are as follows...

-1 Kannon
-2 Stickkbomb Chukkaz
-2 Mounted Big Shootas
-1 Deff Rolla
-1 Reinforced Ram
The Wagon also has a 'Ard Case as well as extra armor plates, to compensate Da Fortrezz has a much larger engine, which doesn't help when it comes to passenger space. The number of occupants is also hampered by the fact that the second story of Da Fortrezz houses Garock's private workshop. While nowhere near as large or well equipped as a proper foundry the space does allow Garock a great deal of privacy, easy access to tools and scrap in case he needs to do repairs on the road, a fairly safe place to catch a nap, and good thick walls to hide behind just in case one of his gretchins crosses the wrong wires. In his private workshop Garock also keeps his favorite Oily Squig in a nice safe cage suspended from the ceiling.
On account of the extra large engine Da Fortrezz only has room for twelve passengers, who ride along in the lowest and rear most part of the craft. Directly above them is Garocks workshop, in fact between the workshop and holding area is a hole in which Garock or one of his gretchen assistants can drop kustom weapons or other pieces of kit for the boyz below. The cockpit houses the controls for the vehicle, a mess of levers, buttons and knobs. Cigar smoke and metal shavings choke the air in the cockpit, as a small light bulb swinging from a metal chain gives off a minor amount of light, as do the various windows, all of which are too thin to allow overmuch smoke to escape.

As far as personal wargear goes Garock rides into battle with his kustom twinlinked shoota, a few stikkbombs, his kustom force field, and of course a selection of his favorite tools and bits of scrap.
Npc's: There is of course the entire krew of Da Fortrezz, though there are twp more notable members.
Gids: Garocks personal assistant, Gids is a particularly clever gretchen that helps Garock in building weapons and armor, as well as repairing Da Fortrezz, cleaning, collecting scrap, feeding his squigs, and anything else Garocks doesn't feel like doing.
Bodokz: Is the one that keeps da gunz firin! Bodokz is an ork boy, not quite big or important enough to be a nob, but not nobody either. He mans the kannon of Da Fortrezz, and is also in charge of managing the various gretchens and boyz who operate the other weapon systems. Bodokz is the go between for Garocks and the rest of the krew, who he can't be bothered to remember or care about.

WAAAARGH!

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

Ork Nob with a very big trukk, is what I am thinking.

Warhammer 40k RP: The Giroth system incursion [OFFICIALLY DISBANDED]

Hmm... My knowledge of 40k isn't exactly the best, but I kinda want to WAAAGH. I suppose my knowledge doesn't need to be the greatest, if I'm playing an ork...

Question, can I play as an Ork, and is it alright if my knowledge on the subject matter isn't very good?

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

Welp, guess I'll call it.

This roleplay is D E A D dead.

My pardon if it's my own fault, but this thing clearly isn't moving anymore. I mean, I'm sure no needs telling this, it is rather apparent but still might as well confirm it.

So... Yeah. Was a pleasure, even if it wasn't very long. Anyways, till next time.

SEE YOU SPACE COWBOY...

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

plan B

Name: He calls him self Tartarus, though this is not his true name. He keeps his true name hidden for reasons known only to him

Race: Vampire

Gender: Male

Age: 847 years

Appearance: Tartarus stands at 1.95m in height, his hear is shoulder length and is a jet black color and is always in a pony tail. His eyes, due to him being a vampire, are a shade of red and are cat like in appearance, due to this he always has black sunglasses on, be it in or out side. Physically he appears rather slender do to his height, though this can be misleading as he is rather strong, his skin is ghostly pale. He can be seen at all times wearing black pants, black shoes, a red vest with a cross hanging off it, black shirt with a red tie, and over all of this he wears a black coat with a red handkerchief neatly sticking out of the left pocket on the coat and a pair of black leather gloves, along with this ensemble he always has a silvery cane that has a cobra shaped handle at the top (If you don't want to read throw all of this just look at the pic bellow)

How he looks

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Magic:
Schools:
Mana:18

Lightning: 17

Spirit:20

Mental:20

Technique: Due to his vampiric nature and having centuries of time, he was able to perfect his skills to a razors edge. His most preferred tools are that of the spirit and the mind, though he is well versed with lightning as well. His preference for the magics of spirit and mind stem from his nature as a vampire, as vampires are more likely to create illusions and tricks of the mind then anything else. The centuries of time he has had, he has used well; he can walk among a crowd of people, with out them even releasing that he is there, even if they do come in contact with him physically, they will not see him but someone else a man, woman or child or otherwise. Though should you buy some unknown reason ever be able to see past the illusions, the only thing you will remember is that you where knocked down buy some one passing buy and continue on your way, though you might also find a small burn hear and there from something that looked like tiny hands, though you would not know if they where tiny hands

Abilities: Because of his nature as a vampire he has grate strength, speed and agility that is only matched buy the elves. Along with this he is able to transform in to a number of animals, ranging from hawk's and owls to wolfs and cats, though he prefers to transform in to wolfs and owls. Though due to being a vampire he is highly susceptible to the sun as all vampires are, adding to this he is also week to silver, the myth that holy water can damage and even kill a vampire is just a story made by the Christian church, the most it will do is annoy them at best

Skills: Tartarus is a phenomenal violinist, as he finds it to be an elegant instrument that takes grate heart to play, or in his case a lack of a beating heart. He is also an expert on fine vines

Bio: Vampires, vampir (slavic pronunciation), sanguine, night horrors... they have bin called by many names but are best known as vampires. Vampires have bin hiding among men for as long as they have existed, walking side by side with them, using them as both food and as servants. Vampires are one of the rare races that have meddled in the affairs of men, influencing some of the events from history from the shadows. The darkest time for vampires was the aptly named Dark ages, where both witches, heretics and everything else they could get there hands on was hunted, tried and killed... though some times just hunted and killed. It was during this time period that vampires started to recede back into the shadows from where they could quietly observe and influence events and not be exposed to direct prosecution, and that's how it remained till the divine war. In the time be for the war, a council of six grate vampire clans was made to lead them all, and on the head of that council where twelve ancient vampire, of the twelve ancients, only six remain. Buy the start of the divine war, the vampire population was at half a billion strong, buy the end of the war, it numbered barely four million total globally. And where was Tartarus in all of this? Well, he was a part of one of the six grate clans that made up the council, though there are only two of the six grate clans left, his clan was the first one to be destroyed in the war, though some how Tartarus was able to survive the slaughter with a handful of others and hide. It was at the end of the war that he met Arthur Wick and learned of his plans. From that time on, Tartarus has bin acting as the professor of illusion and spiritual magic at the school. And what of his past? Well he dos admit him self that he dos not really recall all of it or from where exactly he is from, though he dos recall that he is from somewhere in Europe.

(As it stands, I opted to make a new character and drop Dendrin as I do not STILL have enough info on the dwarf race, you are free to use him as you will. I opted to do this cos I new I would have a bid more leeway to work with. Hears hoping this one gos throw. I might add some stuff later if this app gos throw tho)

@neogreggory @Myr @Cruallassar

@LordDeadpool

I see no evident problem with Tartarus. I admit that I wish his magic was a bit more unique, I have this fancy magic system specifically so that people can blend things and come up with interesting new takes on magic but I won't fault Tartarus for sticking with the classics.
That said, I would ask you refrain from being rude to Myr, as he was just giving you information. Never be rude to someone who is trying to help you, frankly refrain from such things in general, but especially refrain from being rude to those who gift you with knowledge.

Anyways, I am not very good at examining and judging things, especially characters so while Tartarus does have the okay in my book I would hear from my three Co-GMs their thoughts on the matter.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

"You get fooled to easely lad. You remind me of an ifrit I met ones. He got suckered in to binding him self to a lamp!"Dark red

Name: Professor Dendrin Blackiron Dark red

Race: Dwarf

Gender: Male

Age: 460 years old

Appearance: His face <Snipped quote>

Dendrin stands at 1.4m tall which is about average for a dwarf. His hear was ones a dark brown, but do to age and stress its has become lighter in color, his beard is near complete white save for his mustache and the corners of hie beard. His eyes are dark green and full of steel. His skin tone is a slightly darker as he has spent a lot more time on the Surface then most dwarfs. He is rather muscular and fast for his size

Skills: Dendrin, like most dwarfs, is a master craftsmen and smith, tell him to make a dozen recurved sword in 3 weeks, he'll do it in two and make every one of them like it was a work of art, tho his preferred line of craft is wood working. On top of this and his age, he has a grate deal of combat experience as he has bin a part of men battles and wars, the last war included

Personality: Do to his long life, Dendrin has seen a good deal of good and bad in the world, do to this he is a bit cynical and a good deal grouchy. He tends to talk a good bit when he picks up a train of thought or a topic, often times going off the topic that was actually going on. He can, and has, chewed some ones ear off when he starts to berate some one for doing something stupid, tho he dos this not out of anger but out of good intentions

Bio: Dendrin, unlike most of his race was a traveler, as where his parents, as a matter of fact, he was born on one of the trips his parents where takeing. His clan, the Blackiron dwarfs, where one of the lucky ones, in the sense that there stronghold was nod destroyed, do to its specific location deep under the alps. At the start of the war, the blackiron clan was one of the first dwarf clans to come out fully out hideing and give aid to the humans, do this the blackiron dwarfs have one of, if not, the strongest relationship with humans. Be cos of his long life and good deal of traveling amidst humans, he has seen a lot, both good and bad, tho he dos not resent it. In the early years of his life he had plied his trade as a smith and craftsmen form his mother and father be for seting off in to the world on his own to see it and to find more things to learn. Over the next 200 years he had seen a loot happen in the world of men,the rise and fall of empires, wars for freedom,the genocide of an entire people, and meeting other beings thought as myth, hell he even fought in some of the wars in the last 300 years. As of the last 60 years he has bin in the employ of Arkangrad as a professor of Gymnastics/ hand to hand combat and Workshop

I will add, change, edit, remove as needed @neogreggory @Cruallassar @Myr

@LordDeadpool

@LordDeadpool
After some thought and discussion it has been decided that Dendrin is to be rejected. I apologize Lord_Deadpool but the spelling and grammar is simply not something we can look past. Unfortunately, since all our contact is over the written word your small problem is unfortunately anything but. I really like Dendrin I can not deny, but sadly in this space spelling is key and while a few misspellings or awkward sentences can be overlooked, your quality of writing simply does not do DP.

Arkangrad Academy for Arcane Aspirants [Always Accepting]

So... how's everyone's day going?

Warrior Cats RP, anybody?

Well, how can I say no to being a cat? Consider me interested.