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Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Stannis Krolikov, Juno Aulia, Johnathan McKenna, Edwin Gordon
Unknown Forest, by an unknown dirt road.
@The_written_John@GreenGoat@McFazzer

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"P- please don't hurt me... I- i'm lost... I-" Someone said, Stas looked towards the voice and saw a terrified man a little ways away. In his teens Stas guessed, the terror on the newcomers face reminded him of the middle east. Of scared children that were running from gunfire, or a missile strike, an occurrence that happened far too often than he would like to admit. Stas stood up and waved at man, "He-"

"Stop! RPD!"
Stas instantly froze, he recognized the authority in the voice and at first thought that a military police had somehow followed him. His second thought was that she was police, as PD typically meant Police Department. "Alright, sir? I'm going to have to ask you to put down that spear, and tell me whats going on." She requested. Stas, at this point had his hands up, his left hand loosely holding the spear. He slowly and carefully crouched back down and placed the spear on the ground. Putting both hands back up, he turned to the police officer. Finding out that she had no gun. She did have a badge however, pinned to her skirt. She had a large horn on her forehead, and red eyes. Stas' reaction was one of mild confusion. He glanced at the other, terrified man and kept him in his peripherals. Stas looked back at the strangely clad police officer. He had never heard of a cop wearing a skirt and tee shirt while on duty, and the shackles. He put his hands down.
"I uh... thought you had your sidearm." He plainly replied, glancing at her horn from time to time, "Stannis Krolikov, formerly of the 75th Ranger Regiment, United States Army Rangers." He introduced himself. "I was hiking, went to sleep for the night, woke up, got lost and then found this dirt road. Not long after he found me," Gesturing to the scared man down the road with his head, "Then you showed up."

Soon after another man appeared out of the brush, Stas heard him say "Oh dear".
"We have a guest." Stas loudly whispered to the officer, so she could hear him despite the distance between them.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

@The_written_John
I'm gonna have to post tomorrow, it's 3:25 AM where I'm at.

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Spear me.

@GreenGoat

Hider

Friendly fire is not productive towards our primary objective.

Stas is just crouching by a dirt road, if anyone wants to meet up with him.

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So... Who wants to pair up with a Russian guy who has a spear?

Kite, The Realm Within One's Heart (High All-Around Fantasy RP)

Stas inhaled. The air was crisper, fresher. That was not the air he breathed when he went to sleep in his tent.
He forced his eyes open and winced at the stinging from the sudden exposure to bright sunlight, sitting himself up. As his eyes adjusted, he saw that he was in a forest rather than the mountain side he had been hiking. Instinctively he checked his knife sheath for his blade, but it wasn't there. He quietly cursed in his mother tongue and checked all of his pockets for whatever he had. In his left pocket was something very familiar, he knew what it was the instant he felt it. He slowly pulled it out, just to make sure. A red ribbon. He did not have that when he was on the mountain hiking trip. Nevertheless he tied it around his neck and tucked it into his shirt, fluffing up his white shemagh to cover it up. He checked himself once more, he was wearing his combat boots, tried and true for just about anything. They were a little beat up though. He wore rather heavy duty cargo pants, tucked into his boots so that they wouldn't snag. His pants were olive green, and he had his kneepads still on. For his upper body, he wore a grey shirt, with a leather jacket with fur on the inside. And of course, his white shemagh that was tied around his neck.

He was missing a whole range of gear, his knife, his compass, backpack, rations, water, to name a few. He sighed and placed his hands on his face, he felt his palms on his face. He was missing his gloves too. This made him sigh even harder. After a couple of seconds he looked up, his eyes fully adjusted this time, and around. This was definitely not the same place where he made camp. He looked to the ground, on his left and saw something peculiar. A spear? He glanced around once more, there was nobody around. Looking at the spear again, he picked it up, not wanting to leave a useful tool behind. He remembered things then, as soon as he touched it. Distant memories, like blurs, he couldn't quite make it out. He also felt cooler. It was a little strange, so he set it down. He warmed up once more. He eyed the spear, then decided to bring it, grumbling in Russian. The spear definitely make the wielder a bit colder. Stas looked up to the trees and eyed strange monkey like creatures, none of which he had ever seen before. They eyed him back. As he woke up he became more and more aware of his surroundings. He heard a quiet banging, like someone was striking a rock. He looked for the source of the noise and found an equally as strange bird like creature, cracking a rock open. Once the bird had cracked the rock open, it revealed worm like insects, which the bird feasted on. Stas was rather unfazed by this, but he did make a mental note of at least some rocks having worms inside them.

The forest was new and strange. He searched his memory, and recalled a voice. Something about meeting up and a village. An objective. He was brought here for a reason, and the village was the rally point, possibly where he would get briefed. He cracked a little smile, now he wasn't aimless. He walked, where he assumed was north and quickly found a dirt road. He planted the butt of his spear into the ground and crouched to get a better read of the dirt road. It was well used, he could make out tracks fairly easily. But now, which way to go? He looked up the road, and down the road, unsure of which way to go.

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Edited in a Shemagh for my character's momentos. Forgot to add that when I first made the sheet, sorry.

Warhammer 40,000 - Chasing Chaos

it begins

For the Greater Good! ~ A 40K Tau Battlesuit RP

Theta-Xi 13

Name: Theta-Xi 13

Age: 29

Sex: Female

Physical Description: Theta Xi is somewhat slender, standing at 5'4. Despite being slender, she is slightly stronger than the average human, thanks to some light biological enhancement. Her eyes are blue, with her hair being a dark brown. She keeps her hair short, usually in the Alice style. Her legs have been removed from the knees down, replaced by cybernetic legs. There are several small valves dotting her torso. These are the valves that she connects her rebreather tubes into, when donning her armor. She usually speaks very softly when not wearing her mask, this is due to the mask having a vox amplifier, making her voice mechanical and much louder.
Aside from a small number of scars, there is not much else.
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History: Theta Xi is an orphan. Unlike most Skitarii, she was picked up as an infant by a Mechanicus Explorator who was under the work of an Inquisitor at the time. Her mother sacrificed herself to save the Inquisitor and his retinue, and in return, the Inquisitor allowed his Explorator to adopt her child. The Explorator raised and trained the child as a Skitarii Ranger, deciding to keep her as human and independent as possible, while maximizing combat effectiveness. This meant that instead of most cybernetic replacements, he opted to go with biological enhancements. This resulted in a Skitarii that at first glance, could barely be called a Skitarii.

She stayed on the Inquisitor's ship, most of the time studying and training. On her 16th birthday, the date when she was adopted, as her actual birthday is not known, her father gifted her a masterfully made Galvanic Rifle, a suit of Ranger armor, and robes. This is when she became an Inquisitorial Acolyte alongside her father. During the years of her service, she became a skilled warrior, having fought heretics, daemons and xenos alike. Her service ended just 8 years ago however, when her father was assassinated. The Inquisitor allowed the Ranger to avenge her father, and thus he lost two of his trusted Acolytes. Theta Xi hunted the killer of her father for 7 years, finally killing him on the world of Coronis.

With no way to contact the Inquisitor, and chances being that the Inquisitor was already halfway across the galaxy on another mission, she opted to stay on the planet. Building herself a small wooden house, where she lived in peace, having lived a life of fighting and danger. Two months passed before the Tau discovered her, her little hut and small farm. After a tense moment of discussion, the Tau allowed her to live there, on the condition that one of the Tau would come at the start of every month to check on her for a minimum length of two years. Theta Xi agreed.

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Other: I haven't decided on her sexuality. No family. Had a boyfriend once, was short lived since he was sacrificed in the name of Slannesh to summon a (Male)Daemonette in the middle of an Imperial Cathedral. Might have Theta Xi tell this story IC, if someone asks. The most important thing to note is that she'll always wear her Ranger gear and armor in combat, even in her suit. This means she has a mask, with goggles with advanced targeting arrays, that also acts as a rebreather. If the air is too toxic for the gas to filter through, she has tubes that connect to her lungs, allowing her access to an air tank built into her backpack. She has red heavy robes and armor, her robe is lined with tiny leaden leech-spheres that absorb harmful energies. She'll always find a way to carry her Galvanic Rifle around. This gun fires bullets that are charged with galvanic energies, it 'causes all the potential energy of the target to burn out in a blast of electrical force.' However, she'll only really be able to use this stuff when she's not in her suit. Meaning that if her suit is disabled, she'll still be able to fight. She might do something crazy like open the cockpit to use her own targeting arrays, if the suit's arrays are damaged or something.
Galvanic Rifle reference

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The Chosen One: Being one of the few battle-hardened humans on Coronis, she was a natural choice to be chosen to pilot a Battlesuit. It took some convincing, but she reluctantly agreed. A recent incident also helped the Tau to pick her, the Tau that was sent to check up on her last month discovered that she had taken down the baggage Great Knarloc that had suddenly become furious and broken out of its pen. When asked why the corpse of a Great Knarloc was right next to her hut, she said that the Knarloc had almost destroyed her house. And that made the beast an enemy.
In reality, the Knarloc did in fact almost destroy her hut, but Theta Xi successfully lead it away by angering it some more, and then fought it for 7 hours, before finally slaying the Great Knarloc.

Class: Battlesuit Pilot/Secondary Pathfinder
Battlesuit: Gen2 XV88 Battlesuit
Weapon(s): Twin Heavy Rail Rifles, Shoulder Twin Linked Plasma Rifles
Support System(s): Advanced Targeting system - For making those precision shots count, turning your suit into an accurate weapon capable of sniping enemy leaders.
Role: Theta Xi will put her marksmanship skills to use as the team long range anti-armor and long range heavy weapons. However, if need be Theta Xi can leave her Battlesuit and act as a Pathfinder, scouting out enemy positions and numbers. Additionally, if her suit is destroyed or disabled, she will not hesitate to leap out of her suit and start fighting on foot as an infantryman.

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Audition

Theta Xi's suit was crouched, and she had her cockpit hatch closed. It was strange, all this xeno technology was unfamiliar, imposing and threatening. She couldn't hear its machine spirit. Perhaps it was inquisitive of her. It made her nervously chuckle. The suit, inquisitive of her. A servant of the Omnissiah. She put it off, it less than a few hours she would be fighting alongside the machine spirit of the suit, the two working in tandem to bring death and destruction. She muttered several prayers, to the Omnissiah, to her armor, her Galvanic Rifle she had crammed into the cockpit with her, and last of all to the XV88 Broadside Battlesuit she was in. She wasn't sure if its machine spirit was able to understand her, but she said it anyways. She looked at the blue screen in front of her to look at the others in the Orca, there were other battlesuits crouching in the compartment. Several other human soldiers, Gue'vesa she recalled, and Tau Fire Warriors. She could see the human soldiers clutching their guns, some of them Lasrifles, some of them Pulse Rifles. Most of them were nervous, having never fired a gun to kill before she assumed.

She wished she could be right there alongside them, her presence could maybe help them. To remind them that the Omnissiah and Emperor was always watching. Just as she thought that, she muttered a prayer to The Emperor, just to cover all her bases. She didn't know many prayers, just the ones that Tracks, an Imperial Stormtrooper had taught her. She prayed for everyones safety as well, just to cover their bases too. She looked at the other Battlesuits, wondering if their pilots were communicating with the machine spirits of their suits. Her eyes finally fell upon Shas'ui On'ria. She had instructed her on how to pilot the XV88, although the training regimen was short before they were ordered to board the Orca at a supply depot. She thought about her former master, the Explorator, her father. She then thought about Shas'ui On'ria, and how familiar the orders felt. It was a different face, a different voice, but the orders were the same. "Shoot", "Run", "Dodge". It filled her with purpose. She smiled a little, she felt like an old rifle being picked up once more. She placed a hand on her own gun.
An old rifle, being carried by a new soldier. A new master.
She actually sort of missed her small farm. And her potted plants. And the nearby stream.

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Stas

Name: Stannis "Stas" Krolikov

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance: Stas was unfortunately not gifted with jaw dropping features. He looks similar to the average Russian. Brown hair, which he maintains as a military buzzcut. He has a bit of an angular face, he enjoys being clean shaven, but at the time of transportation he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Resulting in a bit of a stubble. Dark brown eyes. He is fit and fairly well bodied, although he would have been at his prime if he were transported about a year before. He is somewhat short, standing at 5 feet, 3 inches.
Reference picture
At time of transport, he is wearing his hiking attire. Olive green cargo pants, tucked into his combat boots. A grey tee-shirt with a leather jacket on top, with fur on the inside, keeping him nice and warm. He has a red ribbon tied around his neck and tucked into his shirt, hidden by the white Shemagh scarf, which is also tied around his neck.

Personality: Stas was raised with very good morals, but throughout his life he had come to learn that sometimes good is not always good. Despite that he always does his best to do the most good he can. Stas himself is a stoic person, most things strike as unsurprising to him, because of that he rarely shows strong emotion. He'll chuckle, smile a bit, frown a bit, scowl maybe. But the time when he is most animated is when he is doing something exciting. He often makes humor in the form of sarcasm and understatements, a friend of his once called Stas the king of understatements. This derives from Stas' simplicity, if something is broken, you fix it. No matter how complex. You take it one step at a time, and figure it out. If there is an obstacle, you get over it. Stas has a very practical mind, he likes to think about gears, machinery, how things work, problem solving, among other things.

Background: Stas was born into a Russian family living in the United States. Making him, well, a Russian-American. As a child, and throughout most of his school life he was a very quiet child. Making few friends, mostly just doing homework and playing computer games. This continued up until high school, where he joined the schools marching band. This is where he learned to socialize, to speak louder, how to laugh.
Then came college, he opted to go to a community college. Where he mostly was aimless in life, having no specific goal. With funds getting tight, he decided to put his education on hiatus and join the military to get some experience in life, and to get some extra cash. In the military, he became a US Army Ranger. He learned how to survive, to fight, earned some friends and a few scars as well. When he finished his tour of duty, he went home and continued his education with renewed vigor. Although he never really abandoned his lazy and procrastinating ways, which the military had failed to pound out of him. He went on with his hobbies of world building, playing video games with his crew, cooking, but now he had a few others. Notably doing work, keeping himself relatively fit, and going outside a bit more.

Powers: Upon waking up from the transportation, Stas will find a spear right next to him, on the ground. He recognizes this as Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks, a spear he made for a hero in one of his world building projects. When he grips it, he vaguely remembers the battles that Cazavar and its wielder, Sir Valik, has been through. It also emanates a certain chill, not quite a frostbiting cold but a perceptible few degrees drop.
Stas' ability is to bring things he thinks up of into reality, there are limitations to this however. It cannot be living, if he thinks up an apple and creates it, it will look like an apple and feel like one, but it isn't an apple. A person can't eat it, much less even cut it. As of right now, he cannot make more than one. He can summon a shield of whatever fashion he likes, what kind of material, what shape and its thickness, but he will feel its weight. As he can summon things, he can de-summon them, freeing up the space for something else. As he becomes more proficient with this ability, he will be able to more items, but the rule of 'it cannot be living' will stick no matter how powerful he becomes with this ability. However, learning contemporary summoning magic, with his own special summoning magic working in tandem, he may be able to summon a living being, or a few. Every item he summons will have a faint white aura glowing around it, it aids in distinguishing which is summoned and which is not.
The exception to the rules above is Cazavar, the spear the appears next to him when he first enters Kite. The spear is for all intents and purposes, the real Cazavar. However, it appears to not be quite in tune yet. The original would have the strength of the icy mountain peaks behind it, being able to pierce all but the most powerful of enchanted armors. However, the current one at the time of transportation is mostly a normal spear that looks like the genuine Cazavar. As Stas' becomes more skilled with the use of the spear, its power will grow with Stas' own power. Eventually, becoming the one and only Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks.

Cazavar profile

-Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks. A masterfully made 8 foot spear, made to hit with the force of the icy mountain peaks behind it. The shaft is made of cornel wood, an extremely strong wood, wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear. The steel spear tip is similar to a boar spear tip, with lugs behind the spear blade, aiding in parry or hooking. The other end of the spear has a sauroter spike. Both ends are emblazoned with ancient runes of The Frostvein Ridges.

Personal Motive: Stas is conflicted about staying or leaving. On one hand, he would be leaving everything he had ever known, on the other, he would be living in his dream come true, basically. He hasn't made his mind up yet, however, he had been brought here for a purpose. And he will find out for what, and if he deems it just, he will see the task through.

Mementos:
-A red ribbon, about a meter in length, roughly 4 inches wide.
-A white patterned Shemagh scarf.

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There we go, hopefully its acceptable. The history is a bit short, but I didn't want to go into super amounts of detail.

Character Sheet

Name: Stannis "Stas" Krolikov

Age: 24

Sex: Male

Appearance: Stas was unfortunately not gifted with jaw dropping features. He looks similar to the average Russian. Brown hair, which he maintains as a military buzzcut. He has a bit of an angular face, he enjoys being clean shaven, but at the time of transportation he hadn't shaved in a couple of days. Resulting in a bit of a stubble. Dark brown eyes. He is fit and fairly well bodied, although he would have been at his prime if he were transported about a year before. He is somewhat short, standing at 5 feet, 3 inches.
Reference picture

Personality: Stas was raised with very good morals, but throughout his life he had come to learn that sometimes good is not always good. Despite that he always does his best to do the most good he can. Stas himself is a stoic person, most things strike as unsurprising to him, because of that he rarely shows strong emotion. He'll chuckle, smile a bit, frown a bit, scowl maybe. But the time when he is most animated is when he is doing something exciting. He often makes humor in the form of sarcasm and understatements, a friend of his once called Stas the king of understatements. This derives from Stas' simplicity, if something is broken, you fix it. No matter how complex. You take it one step at a time, and figure it out. If there is an obstacle, you get over it. Stas has a very practical mind, he likes to think about gears, machinery, how things work, problem solving, among other things.

Background: Stas was born into a Russian family living in the United States. Making him, well, a Russian-American. As a child, and throughout most of his school life he was a very quiet child. Making few friends, mostly just doing homework and playing computer games. This continued up until high school, where he joined the schools marching band. This is where he learned to socialize, to speak louder, how to laugh.
Then came college, he opted to go to a community college. Where he mostly was aimless in life, having no specific goal. With funds getting tight, he decided to put his education on hiatus and join the military to get some experience in life, and to get some extra cash. In the military, he became a US Army Ranger. He learned how to survive, to fight, earned some friends and a few scars as well. When he finished his tour of duty, he went home and continued his education with renewed vigor. Although he never really abandoned his lazy and procrastinating ways, which the military had failed to pound out of him. He went on with his hobbies of world building, playing video games with his crew, cooking, but now he had a few others. Notably doing work, keeping himself relatively fit, and going outside a bit more.

Powers: Upon waking up from the transportation, Stas will find a spear right next to him, on the ground. He recognizes this as Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks, a spear he made for a hero in one of his world building projects. When he grips it, he vaguely remembers the battles that Cazavar and its wielder, Sir Valik, has been through. It also emanates a certain chill, not quite a frostbiting cold but a perceptible few degrees drop.
Stas' ability is to bring things he thinks up of into reality, there are limitations to this however. It cannot be living, if he thinks up an apple and creates it, it will look like an apple and feel like one, but it isn't an apple. A person can't eat it, much less even cut it. As of right now, he cannot make more than one. He can summon a shield of whatever fashion he likes, what kind of material, what shape and its thickness, but he will feel its weight. As he can summon things, he can de-summon them, freeing up the space for something else. As he becomes more proficient with this ability, he will be able to more items, but the rule of 'it cannot be living' will stick no matter how powerful he becomes with this ability. However, learning contemporary summoning magic, with his own special summoning magic working in tandem, he may be able to summon a living being, or a few. Every item he summons will have a faint white aura glowing around it, it aids in distinguishing which is summoned and which is not.
The exception to the rules above is Cazavar, the spear the appears next to him when he first enters Kite. The spear is for all intents and purposes, the real Cazavar. However, it appears to not be quite in tune yet. The original would have the strength of the icy mountain peaks behind it, being able to pierce all but the most powerful of enchanted armors. However, the current one at the time of transportation is mostly a normal spear that looks like the genuine Cazavar. As Stas' becomes more skilled with the use of the spear, its power will grow with Stas' own power. Eventually, becoming the one and only Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks.

Cazavar profile

-Cazavar, Spear of The Frozen Peaks. A masterfully made 8 foot spear, made to hit with the force of the icy mountain peaks behind it. The shaft is made of cornel wood, and extremely strong wood, wrapped with the black leather of The Obsidian Bear. The steel spear tip is similar to a boar spear tip, with lugs behind the spear blade, aiding in parry or hooking. The other end of the spear has a sauroter spike. Both ends are emblazoned with ancient runes of The Frostvein Ridges.

Personal Motive: Stas is conflicted about staying or leaving. On one hand, he would be leaving everything he had ever known, on the other, he would be living in his dream come true, basically. He hasn't made his mind up yet, however, he had been brought here for a purpose. And he will find out for what, and if he deems it just, he will see the task through.

Mementos:
-A red ribbon, about a meter in length, roughly 4 inches wide.