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Just a guy who enjoys narrative writing with others when he's not dabbling in other things. Not much to say, really.

E-Mail is sillygoy@gmail.com for those interested for whatever reason.

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@OfWindAndRain

I don't mind my characters being dragged around sometimes - within reason, of course. It makes the plot progression more fluid. As for the rapid barrage of posts - well, I guess that just happens.
Awesome, we've got a captain now.

Also, I'm contemplating whether or not to change Avernus' homeworld from [Unnamed] to Deliverance, where most Raven Guard are recruited.
Home of Serbia and Montenegro


@bluetommy2@Dannyrulx@Lady Selune@OfWindAndRain

Japan stood up after America, and narrowed her eyes at the... bird-thing's wake. "So arrogant," she said to herself, a snarl playing upon her lips, before suddenly smiling. "Not like I'm any better."

America's attitude was what happened to someone when one became the sole and undisputed master of an entire continent. That much power gave enough leeway that courteous diplomacy became a secondary thing. Japan wanted that. After China was hers, then maybe she could act the same way. Nations great and small would be reacting to her, as opposed to her reacting to them. Maybe she could even walk away from Britain without so much as saying a proper goodbye. The fledgling Empire's eyes burned with envy as Korea joined her out of Serbia's decripit home. Past the door, both Oriental nations shared a sigh of relief. The fresh air did better with their humors than the dank, alcohol-infused atmosphere of what those two poor Balkan countries called a home.

Japan's eyes lit up with friendly warmth. "Britain," she called, after he joined her outdoors. She caught his wink during the meeting. The gesture was both irritating and attractive at the same time - but only just a little irritating and a little attractive. "You weren't lying about the Balkans," she said, referencing a prior conversation with a grin on her fair face. "It's such a mess. The nations themselves are a mess, much like how China right now is a mess. I'm surprised Serbia even invited me here, given that I live so far away. I thought at first to decline the invitation, but figured to join this meeting when I read in the letter that you and America were also attending - but, well, I have this nagging feeling that I have just wasted my time."
I can't help but appreciate @Nerevarine's writing style. Something about it just feels right.
I like fox girls.

Let the talks begin!
Home of Serbia and Montenegro


No garden, no attendants, no tea. Japan narrowed her eyes and immediately regretted answering the summons to Serbia's house. Westerners were rather barbaric, but this house was just something else. A small, drab and frankly dreary affair that barely housed two smaller nations, one of whom - Serbia - appeared to be a simple, bearded drunk. Said drunk, with whom Japan has had practically no business with before, had stated something about being bullied, and threats to bully the bullies back. Normally this was an opportunity to apply pressure on the international stage and maybe get something out of it, but frankly, Japan knew so little about the Balkans - and so little about what she herself could gain by intervening in all of this - that she deigned to do nothing but offer polite words of not-exactly support, as opposed to America's characteristically brusque refusal.

"I understand that the mistreatment of your relative by Austria is a regrettable thing," Japan said, prim and proper in her Imperial Army uniform. Meanwhile, Korea, who sat next to her in a French maid's outfit, dutifully set about her obligations as Japan's personal servant and continued to record everything in the meeting with pen and paper. "But ultimately I can do nothing in my position but to see how things develop for now. How exactly is Bosnia being mistreated, anyway?"
*revs chainsword*


*does the same*

No questions, just awaiting orders.
Nice!
Name: Avernus
Age: 177
Appearance:

Avernus stands tall, even for an Astartes, reaching up to almost nine feet in height outside of armor. He is clad in standard Mark VII plate, repainted from the dark colors of his parent chapter to the glaring brilliance of the Celestial Falcons. He assesses threats and possible areas of tactical advantage through the rictus snarl of his Mark VII helm, and launches himself to the midst of the enemy with his jump pack. And together with his squad, he cuts into them with his bolt pistol and chainsword.

His features are wide, thin-lipped and gaunt, and his head is clean shaven. Like the rest of those implanted with the seed of Lord Corax, his skin is deathly pale and his eyes are jet black. He looks like a corpse even more so than the usual scion of the Raven. Veins and arteries can be seen bulging under his skin, traveling through the mountain of muscle that makes up his superhuman form. Sometimes they cross scars from past mistakes against equal or superior foes.

Position: Assault Sergeant

Equipment:
  • Mark VII Aquila Full Set
  • Bolt Pistol
  • Chainsword
  • 3x Fragmentation Grenades
  • 3x Krak Grenades


Special Skills:

Shock, Awe and Death: Avernus was one of the the best assault marines in the Raven Guard. His strikes are swift, his blows are true, and his squad always seems to land at precisely where the enemy is at their weakest. Even among Astartes his melee combat skill is superb. He has absorbed the instruction of Corax like a sponge, and more than one armored column has fallen prey to his squad's ambushes and their barrage of sudden krak grenades.

Personal History:

Avernus' history before the Raven Guard is irrelevant to his current being. In fact, all he remembers of that time are just vague black-and-white images of a burning Hive World, and the giants that had come to save it. He remembers being chosen amidst smoke and flame, his still tiny hand awkwardly clutching a bloodied laspistol.

But after this, the memories turn from grayscale pictures to vibrant, colored explosions of recollection. Eager to prove himself and realizing the chance that he had been given, Avernus devoted himself entirely to the Chapter. He served his time as Scout without error and was eventually picked for the Assault role for his particular talent at hand-to-hand combat. So then Avernus began to thrive, under Sergeant Garren's command. He relished in the way the Raven Guard fought - the decisive victories won before the enemy even knew what was happening. Eventually Sergeant Garren was promoted to a higher position and Avernus would inherit the role of squad leader.

Avernus still serves in this capacity as a member of the Celestial Falcons, although he did not volunteer to be part of the successor brotherhood, and doesn't hold any strong feelings regarding the Lord Commander - rather, he was volunteered by one of the Captains. Offended at first, he quietly resigned himself to the logic that the new Chapter simply needed bodies and experience. Counsel with a Chaplain helped him to find peace with this sudden change. So he ultimately took the transfer as an honor, rather than an insult.

He was rather mellow with being stripped of his honors and starting anew. They were rather gaudy anyway. Besides, Avernus keeps his own honor roll - and that is his memory. The eidetic recollection of an Astartes gives him the ability to relive the destruction of any and every foe he has faced in the past. Space Marines like Avernus destroy the enemies of Man and this great honor doesn't necessarily have to be displayed for all to see. Visiting them in their shadowy monuments from time to time is enough to show respect. At least, that's what he thinks.

Avernus, then, has some obvious issues with his new Chapter's policies. However, he doesn't like voicing them out loud. Sometimes he is passive-aggressive over them, but he would never disobey a direct order.

Avernus currently commands Squad Avernus, an assault squad full of young blood eager to prove themselves.

Squad Avernus:
  • Sergeant Avernus
  • Brother Rovek
  • Brother Bern
  • Brother Sepricor
  • Brother Erandor
  • Brother Tarraq
  • Brother Vurnon
  • Brother Daramin
  • Brother Thoric
  • Brother Albus
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