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Current I appreciate you all. Merry Christmas
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Thank u Chronicleman u are a cool guy if I do say so myself
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Cara is right. That's what she'll want the most
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Happy Holidays Gunther, my old friend
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About Me





Name: Ben
Username: The one and only. Dare I say?
Age: 30
Ethnicity: Mixed
Sex: Male
Religion: Christian (Nondenominational)
Languages: English, Japanese (Semi-fluent & learning), I also know some Scots Gaelic, Quenyan (Elvish), and Miccosukee (My tribal tongue)
Relationship Status: Single (Though generally unavailable unless I find I really enjoy someone).




Current Projects/Freelance work

  • I am a voice talent and script writer for Faerun History
  • I have a much smaller personal Youtube channel that I use to make videos on various subjects. Only been making videos for 2 years, but it's growing!
  • I'm the host of a Science Fiction & Fantasy Podcast where I interview authors of the genre.




Interests (Includes but is not limited to)

  • Writing/Reading (Love writing and I own too many books)
  • Video Games (Been a gamer for close to 23 years now)
  • Working Out/Martial Arts (Wing Chun/Oyama Karate mostly. Some historical swordplay as well.)
  • History (Military History is my specialty)
  • Zoology
  • Art (Mostly Illustrations. Used to be good. Am picking it back up)
  • Voice Acting/Singing
  • Tabletop Gaming (Started late in the game. Been at it for 3 years. I was the kid who bought the monster manuals and D&D books just for the lore for the longest time. I've played 3.5e, 5e, Star Wars D20, Edge of the Empire, PF, and PF2.)
  • Weaponry of all kinds
  • Anime (mostly action/shonen. DBZ & YYH being my favorites)
  • Movies (Action/War/Drama films being my go-to)
  • Music (Rock of all kinds, as well as historical folk songs, sea shanties, pub songs, a bit of classical music, etc)
  • Guitar (am learning to play, but being left handed makes it challenging)
  • There's more but if you care enough you can PM me :P




Roleplay F.A.Q.

  • Fantasy, Sci Fi, and Historical are my genres. Fantasy being my favorite and Sci Fi/Historical being close seconds.
  • Advanced / Nation / 1x1 / Casual (only in certain circumstances)
  • I generally write at the 'Advanced Level' meaning 4+ Paragraphs with good grammar.
  • I am usually busy with many projects and RPs, but if you wish to do a 1x1 with me, you'll need to present your case. Those I already do it with have my trust as a Roleplayer.
  • I love many, many fictional universes so me trying to list them all is an effort in futility!





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In A Basket of Undead → 20 days ago Forum: Tabletop Roleplay
@POOHEAD189 Here you go! Hirelings to choose from :)




Gotta go with the Dwarf! And thank you for the options, Mae <3
In Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP → 20 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Three weeks on this blistering rock, it was finally time for the purified air and controlled temperatures of one of the navy's transports. Morek had packed my bags while I organized the men, and I was lucky to have an already experienced quartermaster by the name of Cromwall, the aged soldier seeing to every item being stored with a methodical precision I would have expected out of a squat. It was no wonder he and Morek got on so well, I thought to myself.

Sel had taken to her posting as my driver fairly well, which was just as well, as I found her skills were more than adequate to make up for her unscrupulous attitude. It was by the Emperor's Grace her attitude was never towards me, and because I tended to have her back as well when I could allow, it made for an excellent partnership. I had actually made a small side comment to the colonel on granting her a promotion, but that was shot down most expeditiously.

However, despite her being made to remain as my corporal and driver, she was allowed a break when the Salamander's arrived to ferry us to the shuttles. As Morek chewed on his beef jerky and Sel reclined on her seat like she was an inmate being transported to prison, I felt this next month in the troopship would be a far safer, more enjoyable time than the past month on this throne forsaken world.


3 days later, aboard the Cruiser "Argent Lance"

"Do the platoons give you any trouble?" I asked, casually leaning against the balustrade, only granting a cursory look at 3rd squad doing their FTL drills. It was generally accepted that light to moderate exercise was needed to keep one's health and mood at acceptable levels once in the warp, and I had volunteered to keep an eye on them so as to not only take the less stringent job of signing a multitude of papers, but also to not to appear lazy whilst I was actually doing practically nothing.

"Only if we allow them to," Warrant Officer Dahlberg said, and I caught the suggestive tone in her voice. Astrid Dahlberg was a surprisingly young officer, newly promoted from senior armsmen for halting an uprising borne of the false notion that the ship we found ourselves on, a cruiser with the designation Argent Lance was to be decommissioned within the year. I had yet to meet her before now, but as I had boarded the ship two days previously, I had deemed her rump sufficiently plump and her face pretty enough for me to take immediate interest. As usual, she seemed to think the same of me, though I am unaware if my own backside had helped myself in that regard.

"I must admit," I said, sliding a bit closer. "I am unaware of the proper protocols allowed aboard. Perhaps later you could allow me to get better acquainted with the rules?"

I watched her face flush with satisfaction, and she smiled. To my delight, her gloved index finger pressed against the hilt of my sword as she spoke in a not-so-subtle innuendo. "It is in my purview to aid someone curious about...protocol." I felt this was going to turn out to be quite the delightful trip, after all. However, my hopes were about to be dashed as Morek strode out of the corridor and onto the overlook where Warrant Officer Dahlberg and I were standing, now moving apart to a respectable distance.

"Corporal, can't you see I am on duty?" I asked the squat. He simply stared, and not for the first time did I wonder if he was slow or too clever. After a pregnant pause, he spoke.

"Apologies, Lieutenant, but a brawl seems to have broken out in the crew's quarters."

"A brawl?" I asked, just as Astrid added, "how large of one?"

"Just between four squads," Morek said, shaking his head at the warrant officer to assure her she needn't get involved. "Two of ours and two of the 74th Langeroth."

"Excuse me As- er, Warrant Officer. We can continue our discussion soon." I assured her, and as I walked away, I swore there would be hell to pay if my men started any infraction and interrupted by rendezvous with the lady Dahlberg.

In Blackguards! → 20 days ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
I'll make my guy either tonight or tomorrow night, depending. It's finals soon and I work a lot so
In hello!! → 21 days ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
@CarsonistDusk welcome!
In Blackguards! → 22 days ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
Won't be able to make a character for a day or two, but soon!
In Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP → 22 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
I was relieved corporal Sel had managed to survive, and not just because without her we would lack a driver, though at the time that was my primary concern beyond her charm. There were two wartrukks left, and to my relief and concern, we seemed to be driving out of the area of bombardment, as the shells were mostly striking behind us now. The mechanisms that spun the multilaser zipped as I moved the turret, approximating the aim as the wartrukk staggered into my sights. I fired, puncturing the front hull and sending flames and smoke everywhere, but as the wartrukk stalled, I could not finish it. Though my fingers were still on the trigger, I heard a droning sound that indicated I was out!

"I need a new power pack!" I cried, but even as I screamed it, the second wartrukk collided with us, one of the orks shoving its simian arm into the vent on the side of the chimera, firing its autogun inside. Slugs ricocheted, and I heard a cry of pain from inside. Later I learned it was trooper Hagan that took a flesh wound, but I could not be sure at the time. The Ork yelled as a lasgun's barrel poked out and fired into its arm multiple times, nearly cutting it off. It cried out in anger, but that distraction was long enough for Morek to fire from the next vent, his gun cutting through light armor and greenskins, hamstringing the last truck. Lasbolts rang out, incinerating Ork flesh. One enterprising Ork leaped, a nob with a cleft lip and just one ear. Apparently cleverer than the others, it jumped just as the lasbolts struck his comrades and sent their vehicle reeling, landing a mere two meters from my position. I pulled out my laspistol, but the brute swung its choppa, smacking the weapon out of my hand. I was just about to leap back down when the Ork's hand shot out, grabbing me by the neck.

I knew how strong Orks were, but the ease in which it lifted me out of the Chimera was chilling. I tried to pry its fingers loose, but it was like trying to insert my fingers inside an iron clamp. The xenos gave a grin that showed its teeth, and it screamed impossibly loud, drawing back its choppa to end my life. I felt then I would certainly die, and would have soiled myself had I not pragmatically gone before we embarked. Fortunately, I was best trained with the sword, and after a moment's consideration as he drew his choppa back, my right hand shot down to the chainsword, and with a very boorish blow from the heavy serrated weapon, as my arm was both shorter and I the quicker, I cut through the nob's chest and split its face in two. Blood spurted, covering my form. Even as I cut the xenos, even as it dropped me, the Chimera came to a halt. My body did not go down the porthole, but rather shot forward to hit the center of the Chimera's top from the inertia as the nob fell off, dying.

I hit the metal top hard, blinking as my vision was briefly illuminated with sparks and stars from the blow. I coughed again, now sticky with Ork blood on my hands and torso. Slowly, agonizingly, I rolled over and coughed again, wondering how on Terra I was still alive. Moments passed as I collected myself, before turning my head up from the steel plating.

"Oh..."

Before me eyes, and right in front of the Chimera, was what had to be two hundred Leman Russ tanks rolling forward in unison across the blasted desert landscape, and there must have been fifty troopers for every tank, walking in skirmish formation. Even as I watched, the column came to a slow halt, save one Leman Russ that crushed some of the bleak vegetation before stopping a dozen meters from our position. The hatch of the tank unlatched, and opened. I then saw the Colonel rise out of the tank in full military dress uniform, squinting from the sunlight as he looked at me.

"Lieutenant." He called.

"Colonel," I greeted him.

He looked past me to the smoking wrecks of the wartrukks, and the crawling figures of what orks had survived a few hundred meters behind us. Casually, he then looked back at me. "Seems your report on the Ork invasion has some merit."



I felt it was not entirely prudent to encourage such activity so soon, but it seemed apt to allow the men to finish their alcohol stores after the Colonel's forces surrounded the Orks before they could properly deploy, and though I disobeyed an order from the Colonel, the word had spread so quickly of our sortee and subsequent chase through both military and civilian channels that he had no choice but to commend me and my platoon. That was good, because I was very much hoping for a more comfortable position after this, one with less Orks and more women. As for the drink...

I had taken a list of names of the worst offenders over the last few weeks, making the most untrustworthy of them serve the alcohol under guard, while the ones that seemed to have promise of turning around guarded the perimeter, allowing them one small drink in celebration. I had made it known in no uncertain terms that this would be the last time drinks would be served on active duty, and I did not tolerate such behavior, but this was a special circumstance, and I felt it the better alternative than simply confiscating all alcohol and pouring it into the desert.
In Blackguards! → 23 days ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
@Red Wizard I'm not sure, likely my assassin rogue Amal
In Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP → 23 days ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
The pings of autogun bullets and the clattering of debris across the hull was almost familiar now. Like the acclimation of the body to cold water, time aided me in strengthening my resolve, though admittedly when I thought about it later, I very nearly vomited. However, at the time my blood was hot, and I roared as I thumbed the multilaster, cutting through Orks and even frying a few diminutive gretchen, the little miserable creatures having come out to try and assess the damage of a few of the ruined ramshakle vehicles. Even having wound a strip of cloth over my mouth, my lungs felt like they had gravel in them, and I nearly coughed with every exhale. It was by the emperor's mercy that I felt the Chimera turning upwards, and gradually I felt the brightness of the sun again as we began to ascend the slope. Both of the Chimeras with us flanked us, and we lifted out of the crater like a flock of razorwings climbing toward the heavens.

I squinted, blinking as I tore the cloth from my mouth and hacked again, driving the dust from my body and sucking in the free air. I raised my fist in triumph. Damn, I needed a woman to kiss! There were a few below, but it was not good to fraternize with the women that served under me, I reminded myself. No amasec to drink either, Emperor's Teeth!

My exhalation was shortlived, however. Just as we reached the last stretch before the cusp of the crater, a gout of flame and a roaring boom erupted from the dust cloud below. Instantly, the Chimera on our right was struck. I had never heard the sound of rending metal so close, sparks and plates of armor flying as the vehicle suddenly stalled. Moments later, out of the dust sped ork speed vehicles called wartrukks, and as the debris dissipated off them, I counted six in all.

The damaged Chimera began to slowly slide back down the crater, but the porthole opened at its top and both men and women scrambled out, their lasguns strapped to their backs and their faces filled with fear. Five of them managed to leap out of the top, but the sixth man that reached out began to scream as the armored vehicle accelerated down the hill, and from the gaping hole unbalancing the vehicle, it began to roll. I winced, glad it was not me, but mouthing a small prayer to him on earth to see his soul to the after life safely.

We crested the lip of the crater, and I opened the vox to order Sel to halt.

"What?"

"Open the back, we have 5 soldiers that need a lift!"

Before Sel could reply, whether to argue or order the hatch open, the bay door fell like an anvil. Later I was told that was Morek's doing, but at the time I was simply relieved to see it done. Covered in dirt, and some in smatterings of blood, each trooper climbed the last few meters of the crater and hustled into the Chimera. I went back down, beckoning them to hurry. The last woman on the ground, a pretty black haired farm girl, took my hand just as we could hear the whooping of the Orks. I hauled her in and slammed my fist on the button to close the ramp.

"Thank you sir," She said. I would later learn her name was Priscilla.

"Gun it!" I ordered Sel, and she did not need to be told twice. I was nearly torn out of the Chimera as it shot forward, but the other troopers kept me from flying out the back as Sel raced to catch up to our remaining comrade. I hastily climbed back to my position on the turret, and let me tell you, I would never forget the next few moments. The sight of ork wartrukks shooting out from the canyon like nightmarish mechanical dolphins while I could hear the telltale whistle of basilisk artillery shells overhead. As the first ork vehicle hit the dirt, the ground detonated in a cacophony of violent explosions, and judging from the debris flying above us out of the canyon, I knew the Ork roks were getting even more attention than our position. The third wartrukk was hit directly, ripping through the shoddy chasis and tearing through the orks unfortunate enough to be at its center. The rest of the ork wartrukks swerved and whizzed around the rain of shells, stubbers rat-tat-tatting at us. One of the wartrukks did not bother evasive maneuvers, believing that Gork and Mork were on their side and speeding up beside us, able to catch up fairly easily as we were still accelerating. I tried to spin the multilaser, but they were too close.

On the wartrukk, Orks hung like flies on a pile of dung, waving axes and autoguns. The driver, an ork with a mohawk and a steel jaw, swerved the vehicle to slam into our side. Luckily Chimeras were sturdy, but it was not an ideal position to be in. Troopers fired their lasguns from the opening vents, but their shots went wild. One enterprising greenskin leaped from the back of the wartrukk and grabbed ahold of a strip of the Chimera's hull, hauling himself atop it like a gorilla. I yelled in fear and ducked, but as the Ork got closer, Morek popped up top in my place, holding his ripper gun. He gave a cry from a language I did not recognize, and pulled the trigger. The automatic shotgun, if some a beastly weapon could be called that, obliterated the ork's jaw, neck, and chest, blood and flesh flying into the air like grisly fireworks, and the remains of the xenos fell from the top of the Chimera to be crushed underneath another wartrukk.

Morek turned his ripper gun and unloaded his clip on the wartrukk in close proximity, punching through ork flesh and armor and causing the vehicle to sputter smoke. The driver cried out in dismay as the vehicle began to slow, and Morek spat for good measure, hopping back down inside and patting me on the shoulder. I nodded, and went back up top again, taking the multilaser and sending a barrage of lasbolts at the next wartrukk, tearing through it's front grill and killing two of the green bastards.
In Hello!! Looking for rps → 23 days ago Forum: Introduce Yourself
@KoreyKay Welcome to the site!
In Blackguards! → 23 days ago Forum: Advanced Interest Checks
This looks cool as hell
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