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Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

MYYYYYYYYYYYYY PC DIED
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

Unfortunate that I missed my shot to hop in. If a spot opens up, I'd be down for hopping in.

Dragon Ball: Shattered Worlds

Would you have room for one more fellow? I'd be down to play. I was thinking maybe a Bio-Android.

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

"I lost my brother, I lost my friends...I will not lose you too."

Name: Gabriel Nova
Age: 22
Physical Description:
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Important items: Power Core: Formerly the core for a Rau've ship, Gabriel stole it during his short stint in the military.

Boarding Axe: A modified two handed axe with a long sweeping blade on one side, and a 4 inch long spike on the other side. Its edges are equipped with vibro-tech, allowing it to more easily split modern engineered materials, like those used in bog-standard Ascendancy armor.

Armor Plates: A specialized suit of armor which interfaces with his augments, which grants him an increased durability, as well as make him look more intimidating.

"Like my armor fellas? Freshly cleaned. It is a pain to get human-paste out the little creases."

Short Bio: Gabriel comes from a small family, joining the military at 18 to help support them. He had a knack for boarding actions, being viscous with an axe, and wily enough to get close enough to use it despite the abundance of ranged weapons. This style of combat however took its toll on Gabriel's body, limbs being torn and singed by energy fire, bones cracked and crushed by melee blows. Each time he was hauled off to the medical bay, more and more of himself was being replaced with cheap cybernetics, what the military of the Ascension could throw to some grunt who they didn't care about. Overtime, Gabriel began to tinker with his own augments, over-clocking and enhancing them to become a terror on the battlefield, the sanctity of the human form defiled for more and more power. During the war, his younger brother Leon vanished without a trace, and when Gabriel learned of his, and bought into the lies that the children may of been abducted by the enemy he started to push his own money into augmenting himself further, going through backwater and black market channels to get what he craved, a method for revenge. Before he was through, he had made himself exceptionally durable, able to interface even with some alien tech, and strong enough to rip an armored soldier in two with a swing of his boarding axe...but even this was not enough. While he was nigh indestructible, his allies were not.

Time and time again he watched friends die, and more and more Gabriel pushed the limits of humanity to protect that which he had left. Eventually, his augments got him kicked from the military, his defiling of the human form to much for his superiors to bear. He was left with nothing, and no one, until he was offered a job on a ship. Natasha had like him been discarded, and that was enough for the cyborg to find a kinship with her. The fact he was an exceptional meat shield who could also help her with techy things didn't hurt that either. His skill with the axe even rivaled her swordsmanship, making him a prime candidate for a sparring buddy. Despite his friendliness towards Natasha, deep inside Gabriel doubted their cause, and doubted them fighting the ascendancy. Piracy got you rich quick, but normally lead to you dying, that he was fine with...but rebels and child super soldiers? This was weird, even for him as a horrific cyborg abomination.

After learning the truth of what happened to his little brother however, no doubt this light shed to him by one of the child soldiers now with him, his convictions turned to murderous rage, and his doubts broke down before his wrath. He got back in touch with his folks, letting them know he would return home with his little brother at some point, a foolish thing to be sure, leaving a trail back to where he had been, but he had to let them know. His plan, if mostly secret to the crew, was to find his brother Leon, *save* him from his adoptive alien family, and bring him home, the political and diplomatic damage be damned. This is a secret he keeps to himself, plotting and planning as he assists Moon-Strike and Natasha while waiting for the time to find Leon. When that time comes, hell will be raised, friendships may be shattered, and lives torn apart...but he will save his brother, one body at a time.
Exceptional Skill List: Exceptional Endurance 3
Exceptional Axemanship 2
Exceptional Hacking 2
Exceptional Willpower 1

Innocence Lost - A Science Fantasy RP [v.03]

"I lost my brother, I lost my friends...I will not lose you too."

Name: Gabriel Nova
Age: 22
Physical Description:
cms-assets.tutsplus.com/uploads/users…
Important items: Power Core: Formerly the core for a Rau've ship, Gabriel stole it during his short stint in the military.

Boarding Axe: A modified two handed axe with a long sweeping blade on one side, and a 4 inch long spike on the other side. Its edges are equipped with vibro-tech, allowing it to more easily split modern engineered materials, like those used in bog-standard Ascendancy armor.

Armor Plates: A specialized suit of armor which interfaces with his augments, which grants him an increased durability, as well as make him look more intimidating.

"Like my armor fellas? Freshly cleaned. It is a pain to get human-paste out the little creases."

Short Bio: Gabriel comes from a small family, joining the military at 18 to help support them. He had a knack for boarding actions, being viscous with an axe, and wily enough to get close enough to use it despite the abundance of ranged weapons. This style of combat however took its toll on Gabriel's body, limbs being torn and singed by energy fire, bones cracked and crushed by melee blows. Each time he was hauled off to the medical bay, more and more of himself was being replaced with cheap cybernetics, what the military of the Ascension could throw to some grunt who they didn't care about. Overtime, Gabriel began to tinker with his own augments, over-clocking and enhancing them to become a terror on the battlefield, the sanctity of the human form defiled for more and more power. During the war, his younger brother Leon vanished without a trace, and when Gabriel learned of his, and bought into the lies that the children may of been abducted by the enemy he started to push his own money into augmenting himself further, going through backwater and black market channels to get what he craved, a method for revenge. Before he was through, he had made himself exceptionally durable, able to interface even with some alien tech, and strong enough to rip an armored soldier in two with a swing of his boarding axe...but even this was not enough. While he was nigh indestructible, his allies were not.

Time and time again he watched friends die, and more and more Gabriel pushed the limits of humanity to protect that which he had left. Eventually, his augments got him kicked from the military, his defiling of the human form to much for his superiors to bear. He was left with nothing, and no one, until he was offered a job on a ship. Natasha had like him been discarded, and that was enough for the cyborg to find a kinship with her. The fact he was an exceptional meat shield who could also help her with techy things didn't hurt that either. His skill with the axe even rivaled her swordsmanship, making him a prime candidate for a sparring buddy. Despite his friendliness towards Natasha, deep inside Gabriel doubted their cause, and doubted them fighting the ascendancy. Piracy got you rich quick, but normally lead to you dying, that he was fine with...but rebels and child super soldiers? This was weird, even for him as a horrific cyborg abomination.

After learning the truth of what happened to his little brother however, no doubt this light shed to him by one of the child soldiers now with him, his convictions turned to murderous rage, and his doubts broke down before his wrath. He got back in touch with his folks, letting them know he would return home with his little brother at some point, a foolish thing to be sure, leaving a trail back to where he had been, but he had to let them know. His plan, if mostly secret to the crew, was to find his brother Leon, *save* him from his adoptive alien family, and bring him home, the political and diplomatic damage be damned. This is a secret he keeps to himself, plotting and planning as he assists Moon-Strike and Natasha while waiting for the time to find Leon. When that time comes, hell will be raised, friendships may be shattered, and lives torn apart...but he will save his brother, one body at a time.
Exceptional Skill List: Exceptional Endurance 3
Exceptional Axemanship 2
Exceptional Hacking 2
Exceptional Willpower 1

Royal Rumble!

Birth of a Deadly Alliance!

"Merdith was right, this suit does look good on me." Vile muttered to himself, looking over the suit he had gotten for the ball being hosted soon. It wasn't covered in pockets, smeared in grease, or smelled like burnt copper so it was an overall improvement from his normal wardrobe. His lanky distorted frame almost looked natural where the suit was padded to help fill him out, a major feat of tailoring that definitely would of hit Vile in the pocketbook had it not been done himself. Vile began to fold it up daintily to avoid wrinkling it up before he heard someone speak from behind him.

"Indeed. She does have a knack for such things, doesn't she?" A robed man asks, a wide toothy grin stretched across his face. Vile spun around, a blade extending from his left wrist as he did only for his arm to be caught by the intruder, and twisted hard enough metal began to creak, before the weighty figure of Luigi was sent toppling over onto his head, and then back. "If I was here to kill you, you'd of been dead before you knew it, so do please keep such violent tendencies controlled. I'd hate to have to gut you if only for the anguish it might cause our mutual friend." A voice hissed from the darkness of their hood, and Vile slowly picked himself up off the floor still cautious and ready to attack.

"The hell do you want?" Vile asked, ready to try to sock the demon worshiping scum before him as he got back to his feet. He still had a score to settle from the invasion, after all. The cultist laughs a little bit, and then sighs deeply. "I gave you enough clues, but fine. Mer is a friend of mine, and a very valuable player in things to come. You've become somewhat protective of her, a little weird how you threatened to beat up her dad.."
"People beating their kids makes me angry." Vile replied, gritting his teeth.
"Must of stung when she compared you to hi-" The cultist started, before much to his surprise he felt himself lifted up and backwards by a punch to the jaw. He tumbled head under heels until he struck the wall behind him. "If you're not here to kill me, you're not here to just talk shit and get hit. What do you want?" Vile asks, gently shaking the hand he struck with. "I want to team up. Enemy of my enemies is my friend after all, and you need some friends. I've ears everywhere, I know your plight. I can help, no schemes, no deceptions." The cultist begins as he picks himself up. "How can I be sure this isn't some sort of double backstab supreme combo bullshit?" Vile replies, before the Cultist simply laughs at him.

"It benefits me more. If you're clear minded and have your wits honed, you'll do well in keeping Mer from falling into the hands of those who'd use her for ill. I want her safe, as a half-breed Succubus Virgin is quite potent fuel for blood magic. Her existence could lead to the cult trying to punch a hole in reality, and let hell seep in like a cancer. If they do this, us cultist are demon food. Hell has no room for humans, and so once they have a foothold, their cultists are useless to them. Trust in selfishness, it's one of the few human constants." The robed man says, his voice almost harmonic as if he was on the verge of singing. Vile tapped his foot for a few moments, before extending a hand. "You fuck me on this, I'll kill you." Vile grumbles, before the Cultist shook his hand. "Wouldn't dream of it, it'd make the Empress of Sleep turn into my personal nightmare. After all, I think she's either sweet on you, or is trying to use you as a stepping stone to get that Wolfy boy. Either way, you're valuable to her......I can't afford to double cross you."

"Then it's an alliance. I don't hurt you, you don't hurt me, we work together sometimes. Not my strangest business partner, but up there. So, partner, what's your name?"

"Call me Norrix."

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

"Well, if it isn't some of Marduk's guys. Wanna butt heads and see who comes out on top?"

Name: Mathew S. (Samuel) Davies
Appearance: Mathew stands at 5" 8', and weighs almost three hundred pounds. His rotund figure is covered by an exceptional amount of brown hair, the young man even sporting side burns, and a mustache. His flab hides under it a thick layer of muscle, which can be seen when he strains himself. His attire is normally a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes.
Age: 17
Bio: A student of Ishtar's School for Creative Minds, Mathew's childhood was surprisingly pleasant. His father was an immigrant from Hermannreich who fled to Iliad to start a new life, and fell in love with Mathew's mother who was an Illiad native. Becoming an exceptionally powerful Magi, Mathew's father was able to afford a life of luxury for himself, his wife, and son. However Hermannreich had other plans as they prepared for an attack against Iliad and Mathew's father knew what he had to do. He returned to his home country, and died there dismantling as much of the attempted invasion as he could. Mathew's Father died a hero in Iliad, and as a traitor to Hermannreich.

Poor Mathew, left without his father watched as his life began to fall apart. His mother had to work herself ragged to try to maintain a similar life style as they fell down the rungs of society, eventually ending up among the poorest denizens of the city for a time. Mathew took to stress eating and bouts of aggression, unable to handle the stress befalling him as he watched his mother almost go crazy trying to keep them afloat. His time at Ishtar became speckled in violent brawls and nasty fights with other students as he became something of a bully to his class mates. He became despised, but seemed to soak in the negative attention like a blubbery steak submerged in a sweet marinade. However, in his 15th year something happened to jar him from his path of degeneracy. His mother had brought home a man of ill repute, abusive and vile who had coerced her with promises of being a father for her faltering child, and a source of money for them to live. His lies hooked her deep, and she became infatuated with him for a time until he revealed his true evil. Beatings, death threats, and worse began to plague the Davie's household.

Knowing this man was no good, and that he'd need to be able to protect himself and his mother, Mathew began to work on himself. He read from his father's old magical notes, and started to improve his body to turn the fat and flab he had built from his stress eating into muscle and physical power. Mathew and his new "Step-Father" came to blows constantly over the smallest of things, but what caused it all to come to a head was when Mathew saw him punch his mother in the jaw with a magically enhanced punch, breaking her teeth and jaw into a grizzly scene of blood and bone shards. Mathew struck his Step-Father in the side with a punch hard enough to snap ribs, but his Step-Father on a high of Adrenalin and rage unleashed a spell, attempting to flay the skin from Mathew's body. Deep wounds opened across Mathew's body as blood flowed freely and a sudden surge of light headedness was brought on by blood loss. Mathew, fearing for his life from this abusive monster unleashed every bit of strength he had left into a spell, unleashing one of the Dark Art's basic principles. He began to rip the life out of his Step-Father to heal his own wounds. As the tears in Mathew's flesh sealed, and blood returned to him he watched his step-father turn to dust before him. Carrying his mother to a healer, Mathew had to truly reflect upon what had happened. After being questioned by the authorities, it was ruled that Mathew had acted in self defense, and what he had done was to preserve his, and his mother's lives. Mathew took some of the time he had to himself to look deep in order to view himself

What he found was that he was closer to the monster he had just put down than he liked, and realizing that his father would be so disappointed with how his life was going he has made efforts to turn himself around. What was once a raging bully and would be petty tyrant has become a much more thoughtful individual.

Mundane Skills: Boxing, "Botch" Style Wrestling, playing the Royal Game of Ur.
Magic:
Son of the Patriot: Developed after his near death experience, this spell is a modified version of the Helpful Arts which allows Mathew to turn his skin a dark metallic gray, and inherit an exceptional amount of durability. This drains a high amount of stamina to maintain, but makes him virtually indestructible while the spell is active except against truly matter destroying effects. This is normally paired with Red Sun to keep his stamina up while he batters his foes with his wrestling and brawling skills.

Red Sun: Using a combination of the Combat arts and the Dark Arts, Mathew creates a dome of red light around him about ten yards in radius. In this dome, the stamina and fatigue of all within it are drained into Mathew to reinvigorate him. The dome can be shattered by attacking it directly with magic, and doing so fatigues Mathew as he tries to maintain it.

Crimson Bonds: A purely Dark Arts style spell, this spell attempts to rip the life from an enemy. This was the spell that Mathew used to save his own life when fighting his Step-Father. While the name implies actually absorbing blood from his foe, it actually draws life from the eyes of his opponent like a green mist, turning crimson as it flows into Mathew, either through open wounds or his mouth should he be healthy. Closing one's eyes after the spell has been cast will stop the flow, but doing so requires a strong sense of willpower. Disrupting eye-contact between Mathew and the target works as well.

Personality: "You still don't get it. In Iliad, people can die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for Poets! Not for what they're told is right. Every man is free to fight his own wars! Like my father before me, when Hermannreich comes around for round two, I'll be there to bring them down! Hermannreich is diseased, rotten to the core...There'll be no saving it. We'll need to rip them out by the roots, sunder it all, BURN IT DOWN! From the ashes of the old world, a new world will rise! Evolved, but untamed, without the useless hate mongering propaganda it's been poisoned with now. The Headmaster wants us to run and hide, like cowards. Not while I live....Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this world will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A world of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! "
Bombastic barely caged fury is an apt description of Mathew's personality. While his older self was a rampaging bully, he has honed his fury into strength, true strength. He stands tall in the face of those who would try to push him or his friends around, or those who would topple Iliad. He feels that fleeing would simply leave them cornered, and that they must topple Hermannreich with overwhelming force in order to secure their future. He sees the rivalry between schools as foolish, but necessary to breed competition and push both to become as strong as possible. He is the son of the Patriot, and he will not falter!
Faction:Ishtar
Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No.

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

@Letter Bee
Sounds good, will modify it and roll it to the CS tab

Iliad City: A Magical RP in an Original World (Resuming)

"Well, if it isn't some of Marduk's guys. Wanna butt heads and see who comes out on top?"

Name: Mathew S. (Samuel) Davies
Appearance: Mathew stands at 5" 8', and weighs almost three hundred pounds. His rotund figure is covered by an exceptional amount of brown hair, the young man even sporting side burns, and a mustache. His flab hides under it a thick layer of muscle, which can be seen when he strains himself. His attire is normally a white dress shirt, black slacks, and black dress shoes.
Age: 17
Bio: A student of Ishtar's School for Creative Minds, Mathew's childhood was surprisingly pleasant. His father was an immigrant from Hermannreich who fled to Iliad to start a new life, and fell in love with Mathew's mother who was an Illiad native. Becoming an exceptionally powerful Magi, Mathew's father was able to afford a life of luxury for himself, his wife, and son. However Hermannreich had other plans as they prepared for an attack against Iliad and Mathew's father knew what he had to do. He returned to his home country, and died there dismantling as much of the attempted invasion as he could. Mathew's Father died a hero in Iliad, and as a traitor to Hermannreich.

Poor Mathew, left without his father watched as his life began to fall apart. His mother had to work herself ragged to try to maintain a similar life style as they fell down the rungs of society, eventually ending up among the poorest denizens of the city for a time. Mathew took to stress eating and bouts of aggression, unable to handle the stress befalling him as he watched his mother almost go crazy trying to keep them afloat. His time at Ishtar became speckled in violent brawls and nasty fights with other students as he became something of a bully to his class mates. He became despised, but seemed to soak in the negative attention like a blubbery steak submerged in a sweet marinade. However, in his 15th year something happened to jar him from his path of degeneracy. His mother had brought home a man of ill repute, abusive and vile who had coerced her with promises of being a father for her faltering child, and a source of money for them to live. His lies hooked her deep, and she became infatuated with him for a time until he revealed his true evil. Beatings, death threats, and worse began to plague the Davie's household.

Knowing this man was no good, and that he'd need to be able to protect himself and his mother, Mathew began to work on himself. He read from his father's old magical notes, and started to improve his body to turn the fat and flab he had built from his stress eating into muscle and physical power. Mathew and his new "Step-Father" came to blows constantly over the smallest of things, but what caused it all to come to a head was when Mathew saw him punch his mother in the jaw with a magically enhanced punch, breaking her teeth and jaw into a grizzly scene of blood and bone shards. Mathew struck his Step-Father in the side with a punch hard enough to snap ribs, but his Step-Father on a high of Adrenalin and rage unleashed a spell, attempting to flay the skin from Mathew's body. Deep wounds opened across Mathew's body as blood flowed freely and a sudden surge of light headedness was brought on by blood loss. Mathew, fearing for his life from this abusive monster unleashed every bit of strength he had left into a spell, unleashing one of the Dark Art's basic principles. He began to rip the life out of his Step-Father to heal his own wounds. As the tears in Mathew's flesh sealed, and blood returned to him he watched his step-father turn to dust before him. Carrying his mother to a healer, Mathew had to truly reflect upon what had happened. After being questioned by the authorities, it was ruled that Mathew had acted in self defense, and what he had done was to preserve his, and his mother's lives. Mathew took some of the time he had to himself to look deep in order to view himself

What he found was that he was closer to the monster he had just put down than he liked, and realizing that his father would be so disappointed with how his life was going he has made efforts to turn himself around. What was once a raging bully and would be petty tyrant has become a much more thoughtful individual.

Mundane Skills: Boxing, "Botch" Style Wrestling, playing the Royal Game of Ur.
Magic:
Son of the Patriot: Developed after his near death experience, this spell is a modified version of the Helpful Arts which allows Mathew to turn his skin a dark metallic gray, and inherit an exceptional amount of durability. This drains a high amount of stamina to maintain, but makes him virtually indestructible while the spell is active except against truly matter destroying effects. This is normally paired with Red Sun to keep his stamina up while he batters his foes with his wrestling and brawling skills.

Red Sun: Using a combination of the Combat arts and the Dark Arts, Mathew creates a dome of red light around him about twenty yards in radius. In this dome, the stamina and fatigue of all within it are drained into Mathew to reinvigorate him. The dome can be shattered by attacking it directly with magic, and doing so fatigues Mathew as he tries to maintain it.

Crimson Bonds: A purely Dark Arts style spell, this spell attempts to rip the life from an enemy. This was the spell that Mathew used to save his own life when fighting his Step-Father. While the name implies actually absorbing blood from his foe, it actually draws life from the eyes of his opponent like a green mist, turning crimson as it flows into Mathew, either through open wounds or his mouth should he be healthy. Closing one's eyes after the spell has been cast will stop the flow, but doing so requires a strong sense of willpower.

Personality: "You still don't get it. In Iliad, people can die and kill for what they BELIEVE! Not for money, not for Poets! Not for what they're told is right. Every man is free to fight his own wars! Like my father before me, when Hermannreich comes around for round two, I'll be there to bring them down! Hermannreich is diseased, rotten to the core...There'll be no saving it. We'll need to rip them out by the roots, sunder it all, BURN IT DOWN! From the ashes of the old world, a new world will rise! Evolved, but untamed, without the useless hate mongering propaganda it's been poisoned with now. The Headmaster wants us to run and hide, like cowards. Not while I live....Wanna know why? "I have a dream." That one day, every person in this world will control their OWN destiny. A land of the TRULY free, dammit. A world of ACTION, not words. Ruled by STRENGTH, not committee. Where the law changes to suit the individual, not the other way around. Where power and justice are back where they belong: in the hands of the people! "
Bombastic barely caged fury is an apt description of Mathew's personality. While his older self was a rampaging bully, he has honed his fury into strength, true strength. He stands tall in the face of those who would try to push him or his friends around, or those who would topple Iliad. He feels that fleeing would simply leave them cornered, and that they must topple Hermannreich with overwhelming force in order to secure their future. He sees the rivalry between schools as foolish, but necessary to breed competition and push both to become as strong as possible. He is the son of the Patriot, and he will not falter!
Faction:Ishtar
Are you a Descendant of the Illuminated Poet?: No.

The Emperor's Duty: A Warhammer 40K RP

Fraternis Militaris reporting for duty Ma'am!

"The Emperor protects. We punish! Profess your sins, and let us help you find redemption!"

Faction Name: Fraternis Militaris
Force Name: Redemptionist Cult of Yunnalin V
Leader Name: Davian F. Calian
Leader Bio:
Davian was formerly a lowborn hive scum puke born within the depths of Yunnalin V's Hive Spire VII among the gangsters and mutants who lived below the hive proper. His youth was constantly filled with brutal brawls and fights for his very life. Before he was seven he had killed his first man. By the time he had hit the age of sixteen he had killed his first mutant. When he hit the age of twenty two, he struck down his first heretic, some mutant worshiping mad-man who was trying to breed the creatures into some sort of army, or so Davian claims. When the young man had hit the age of twenty four his gang was pinned in a sewage tunnel by a group of mutants. Davian watched as his friends and family were devoured by the malformed dregs of humanity and within him a fire bloomed. A fire by which he would purify the heretic, the mutant, the witch.

As Redemptionists cleared their way into the horde of wretched abominations, drawn from nearby by the sounds of combat, they found a few gangsters had survived, chief among them was Davian. A man who strode wreathed in some sort of flames spewing from his head-dress spoke to the remaining hive gangsters and offered them a chance to find a meaning to their lives, to not just squabble in the muck and filth of the hives but to instead absolve themselves of the sins wriggling within their souls. While most would reject this offer, instead fleeing from the red robed maniacs who had come to save them, Davian knelt down before their leader. This lead to him getting a boot to the chin and a stern lecturing on how one only kneels to Emperor or one of his holy sons, and thus Davian's new life as a Redemptionist began.

Forty years has passed since Davian's initiation into the Redeptionists of Yunnalin V and despite numerous setbacks over his life, he has managed to not only survive but thrive among the madmen he keeps company with. His favored sin to purge is that of the Heretic, those who'd traffic with Daemons or False Gods would feel the revving blade of a chainsword or if unlucky enough to be out of arm's reach, the purifying flames of blessed promethium. Davian has ascended up the ranks of the Redemptionist's to Deacon, a position kept by those deeply trusted by the Cult. This trust comes with some power over his lesser fellows, a Heavy Flamer, and Davian's most prized tool. The Eviscerator, a massive chainsword able to rend heavy steel walls and the bulkiest of foes found within the underhive.

Now, he has heard a call from the Emperor's most holy Inquisition, to call upon the faithful and the fearless to purge sin from Hive VI and he is unable to resist. He roars and calls for his fellows as he whips them into a frenzy, into a righteous fury as they drive forwards to assist in a great cleansing. All within Hive VI must die, but he and his Redemptionists will save their souls before killing their bodies.

Direct Superior: Redemptor Priest Lucian Vile, leader of the Redemptionists of Yunnalin V.
Troop Count: 10
Extraordinary Troops

Derek Martium: A former Imperial Guardsman who was deployed to protect Ecclessiarchal Assets on Yunnalin V, he has become a member of the Redemptionists, using his former military background to exceptional effect against the mutants and heretics found in the depths of the hive. Notably, his right arm has been replaced with some sort of haphazard cybernetics.

Leon "Sparky" Vallian: A Heretek who joined up with the Redemptionists to avoid being hunted down by the Adeptus Mechanicus, he is responsible for most of the Cult's haphazardly held together gear, and Derek's arm. He is exceptionally skittish around Mechanicus forces, and will attempt to keep far away from them. He's also perhaps the only one not keen on throwing himself into certain death for the Emperor.

Gristle: A brute of a man who is blessed with a mind too small for thought, he is one of the more heavily built members of the Redemptionist Cult forces, standing nearly seven feet tall with his frame covered in rippling muscles. While he can understand low gothic, he cannot speak it, and will respond with physical gestures.

Mark-oh "Sharp Shot" Higgins: A former hive gangster, Mark-oh utilizes his former life to its fullest potential, using the shooting his skills he learned to try to pick off targets so his brothers may get into the melee they so desperately crave. He is often mocked for his tactics, but in the hive one either has thick skin, or a quick hand. Mark-oh has both.

Leroy "Bile" Higgins: Mark-Oh's older brother, Leroy is considered even by the Redemptionists as a bit of a madman, as he favors horrific weaponry to maximize the suffering of his enemies to best purge them of their sins. He and Leon are thick as thieves however, as Leon helps him maintain his horrific weaponry in return for Leroy's protection. Calian practices caution with Leroy, fearing the man may one day attempt to either destroy himself with some truly vile method of death, or that his sadism will overtake him.

"Greasy" Balthazar Lorvain: Leon's "apprentice" who is being taught all the mechanical skills Leon knows. While nowhere as adept with machinery as Leon, he is versed enough to unjam a flamer, or repair a damaged Chain-Sword. He lacks Leon's skittishness near Mechanicus forces, but deeply detests the Arbities for some past greviances.

Old Man Vince: A man nearing his seventies without cybernetic enhancements, Vince has joined the Redemptionists to find some meaning in his rapidly arriving demise. Forgoing the normal flamer, he uses solely a chain-sword in combat with brutal effectiveness despite his withered body. Many of the other Redemptionists think Vince is blessed by the Emperor, as even with his age and his haphazard fighting he has yet to suffer a lethal blow. Calian himself is rather fond of the old man, treating him with respect due an elder.

Ariel "Rat Queen" Lissandra: The Rat Queen of the Redemptionists is a woman stricken with grief after losing her son to Scum-Rot when he was but a toddler. Driven by her grief to find a death that'd reunite her with her baby she joined the Redemptionists. During her time with them, she has adopted several giant rat like creatures who she found pups of in her missions into the underhive. Having bred a number of them, she treats them like her children and uses them like attack dogs to harass her enemies while she hacks at them with a mono-edged sword. Calian treats her with visible disdain for her association with these vile rat creatures, but she's faithful and stable enough to keep around, if only barely.

Priest Gregori Davies: An ordained priest of the Redemptionists, Gregori holds a great power unlike his other fellows. When he speaks, he erupts hate and fury into the hearts of his allies as he harries them to go maul the enemies of the Emperor with rage unending. His speeches have roused hive-scum into a fighting force able to overwhelm small mutant communities in the underhives with heavy causalities for all sides involved. He laments the fact that his oration normally keeps him away from the front lines, instead preaching from the back to strengthen the faith of those he leads.

Olivia "Lady" Cardith: A Noblewoman who ran off to join the Redemptionists to spite her parents, Olivia has lived her adult life with the ruffians of the Redemptionist, keeping her noble sensibilities if only to mock her past and her parents. The best equipped out of the lot of them, she wields an expensive looking hand cannon to pierce hard targets from a further range than what a flamer would allow, moving as though she was dancing upon the battlefield, a tactic she's found to confuse the simple minded mutants, and horrific heretics of the depths of the underhive. Calian sees her as useful thanks to her political connections, but disproves of how she handles combat with dancing and gunfire. He's waiting for the day she gets domed by some random arms fire, and is surprised it hasn't happened yet.

Extraordinary Equipment:

Chain Hammer's Entry in the Redemptionist's Records: Few but massive brutes can lift this weapon, let along use it in combat. It combines the heavy striking power of a great hammer with the terrible ripping action of a Chain Weapon, using multiple rows of spinning metal teeth projecting from the club-like head to tear apart flesh pulped in the smashing impact. This is a two-handed melee weapon. Used by Gristle

Tox Spray's Entry in the Redemptionist's Records - The tox spray is a terrifying weapon found in the hands of the worst kind of gang scum in the most polluted hive sumps. The weapon uses an unholy mixture of highly corrosive industrial residue and toxic waste contained under high pressure, unleashed through a jury-rigged spray gun. The effects of the mixture on flesh are truly horrific and all but the best armour is little protection from the burning poison. Wielded by Leroy "Bile".

Eviscerator's Entry in the Redemptionist's Records - Favoured by Ecclesiarchy zealots and witch-hunters, the eviscerator is a grotesquely large double-handed chainsword. Although unwieldy and difficult to use, the eviscerator is capable of cutting an armoured man in half or ripping through the hide of the most hideously corrupted mutant with a single bloody stroke. A fair number of eviscerators can be found in the lawless frontier of the Koronus Expanse, brought through the Maw by missionaries and fanatics whose zeal exceeded their martial skill. An eviscerator is a two-handed weapon. Wielded by Davian F. Calian

"Royal" Judge Slayer Handcannon: A much more stable variant of the dreaded Judge Slayer Hand-Cannon, this handgun is obtusely sized with matching overloaded ammunition, able to punch holes through even the Adeptus Arbite's thick armor or through the hide of some horrific mutant. Wielded by Lady Cardith.

Armageddon Pattern Auto-Gun: A heavy Auto-Gun claimed from a mutant, this is Mark-Oh's personal weapon. He has fine tuned his aim with the weapon, learning its quirks and oddities. He is exceptionally protective of the gun, not even letting Leon work on it.

Basic Equipment:

Shield Robes: Red variations of the Shield Robes found in use by both Sisters of battle, and more militant members of the Church.

Auto-Pistols: A backup weapon for when either the enemy has left you broken, or all other arms fail.

Chainsword: Rather run of the mill Chain-Swords are standard issue among the Redemptionist Forces.

Why Were They Selected: They were selected for this duty as by and far, they were the most well rounded force the Redemptionists could muster from their fanatic, but untrained forces. Lucian Vile hopes to win some form of favor with the Inquisitor, aiming to please the inquisition and spread his crusades further.

Relationships
- With Inquisitor Hera: An Inquisitor of the Emperor's most holy Inquisition. To die for them, perhaps maybe the purest Redemption.
- With the Adeptus Arbites: They follow the laws, but do they truly seek redemption? They hide behind heavy armor and overwhelming force, and their cowardice has allowed corruption to claim Hive VI. Let us hope they purge better than they protect.
- With the Adepta Sororitas: Blessed Sisters in arms! We hope to live long enough to witness their glorious fury for ourselves, and pray we could generate even a comparative drop of their unending faith and rage!
- With the Adeptus Tempestus: While the Guard may fear the Tempestus, we welcome them for by the time a bolt pistol would be leveled towards the skull of any Redemptionist, the Commisar would find the welcome shock that the man he'd try to execute had already charged the enemy and died gloriously, for the Emperor, for redemption. Those of the Storm Troopers we will be honored to stand before, and die for, so that as their rifles tear us asunder, the enemies of the Imperium are ground to mulch by the cross fire.
- With the Assassins: Cowards who hide from Redemption to eliminate the enemies of the Imperium from the Shadows. Cowards, but very dangerous Cowards. We will spare them the sermons for they'd slink into the shadows as we spoke.
- With the Astra Militarum: The Soldiers of the Emperor, those who die in the millions to protect us all. Blessed are they, for they are redeemed with record number, and they lay waste to all the Imperium reviles.
- With the Skitarii: We find their faith in this Omni...plyer rather disturbing but we know that in death they will feel the Emperor's Judgement. We just try to steer clear of them, lest our ears be beset by their foul heresies, and our tempers overflow with the Emperor's Fury.

Royal Rumble!

@AtomicNut

Not far from ground zero: An unlikely hero arrives.

Disgraces never seemed to come alone, it seemed. After her half-botched attempt at making up with her best friend, Wolf, Meredith's life had been thrown into chaos once more. The demonic presence of her mother... was gone. So was her house, and a couple of shocked and scared siblings had come to her in search of the comfort they had lost. Mona was a horrible being, but she had been kind to these two, and Mer had mixed feelings about it all. On one hand, she didn't think too highly of her own mother... on the other hand, consoling her two younger siblings without her would be tough. Still, she couldn't allow herself to break down, not just yet... She took charge of the situation, and wiped their tears. She consoled them and tried to give her an approximation of a motherly feeling as best as she could as the big sister. Her embrace had seemed to calm the two ankle-biters down... so now the problem was, where would they stay?
Of course Mer, having been a feral child, had no trouble sleeping outdoors... but Zack and Annah would surely suffer. After surveying the ruined remains of her house in flight, she had accepted the worst. As of now... she was destitute. She would need to go to her father... or seek refuge among her friends.

But currently, she had none. She had alienated those too. Biting her lip, she surveyed a different place of the city... even a delerict building would do. A second area that had exploded caught her eye... Could those incidents be related? Lowering her altitude, with her baby siblings in tow , found the dregs of someone had known in the past.

"Explomelt guy?"

"W-Ho?" Luigi asked as he forced his damage body to turn to face the voice, bending his neck back despite the blade still lodged into it. As he looked to the skies, he tried to blink some of the dust from his eyes as everything was in a haze, and for a few moments he saw a girl flying in the sky upon leathern wings with the sun to her back. He couldn't make out the face nor much of anything else, but he could make out the shape of her. "Are you a Valkyrie? Did Mars send you to take me home?" Luigi asked, knowing with the injuries he sustained it'd be no surprise to find out he had died walking from the blast zone.

Luigi began to walk towards the voice, the blurred figure he saw. "I'm not ready to go yet, please help me." He began, fear and pain in his voice as the extent of his injuries became more and more obvious. His face was covered in shards of metal, wood, and glass like a myriad of horrific piercings. His arms had been torn off, loose cables and tubing dangling from the stumps which spurted a mix of hydraulic fluid, and blood. A sword blade, one maybe familiar to the two small kid clutching onto Mer was stuck in his neck, having barely avoided cutting into anything important. Once again, just like the last time the two of them met properly, Luigi looked like he should have died, but simply refused.

Meredith eyed the person, wincing in sympathetic pain as she landed besides him. From beneath her left leg, a head popped. "Looks like roadkill... Mer, I'm hungry." The whines of Meredith's younger sister had a pitiful ring to it. She had dark circles under her reddened eyes, and she shuffled with none of the pride. Her twin, Zack, was also hiding from behind the other leg, and he voiced his consideration. "Can we eat him?"

"Hush. You'll get a stomach ache about this one." Mer said, rebuking both kids softly. "Don't worry. I'm here." She said, while extending her claws and reaching out for her wrists, cutting them open.

"M...mer? That's a lot of blood!" Said Zack, startled to see her sister go all out. Mer drew a massive blood rune of demonic magic in front of Luigi Vile, sparing no reserves in her magical power. She had to, he was a sneeze away from death. Energies crackled and hissed as the rune began to forcefully and painfully heal Luigi.

"It'll sting, but don't move." She said, as she executed her massive healing rune.
Luigi's body began to shift, shards of wood and metal shifting, glass breaking down and reforming into new parts. Flesh liquified, and morphed around mechanical parts like putty applied to a carpentry project, and even the sword blade seemingly was sucked into Luigi's body, soon protruding from one of his wrists. After a few moments of this grueling transformation, Luigi Vile was whole once more. The house he and his father had built together, formerly just shrapnel and foreign bodies impaling him had bonded with him to recreate his mechanical parts, although much less effective. He coughed up some pieces that weren't compatable with him, namely clumps of melted plastic far too burnt to be reshaped, clotted blood, and befouled oil.

Luigi wheezed as his lungs sucked in more air then ever before feeling the intense burning feeling of his body being healed. As his eyes cleared, and he could see once again he noted the sheer amount of blood used in the healing rune. He noted it for the second time, as he started to peel away some of the mysteries of these runes. "T-Thank you...Blegh...You must be my guardian angel Mer...Second time you've saved me." Luigi says, as he takes a moment to bow down to her, partially out of respect, partially as he felt so very fatigued after so much of his form had to be reconstituted.

Mer nodded sagely, as she stood on shaky legs, her face increasingly becoming pale and exhausted. "What happened here?" She queried.
Luigi picked himself up from the ground, and seeing Mer shaking attempted to give her a shoulder to lean on. "...My friend...he was possessed by...something, I think a god. His brother was possessed too. He wanted to kill another friend....I...had to destroy them, they tried to get me to make a deal...I couldn't let them..." Luigi began, as he holds in his breath to calm himself. "...What brought you out here? Did you hear the explosion?" He asks.

"Was it Lightbringer?" Mer said, steading herself.
"How did...?" Luigi begins, before he sighs. "...Him and his brother..." He says, sounding very defeated. "....Was he targeting you? Were you two friends?" Vile asks, half expecting Mer to shove a hand full of demonic death through him. Luigi almost felt like he'd deserve it at this point with the sheer misery he was feeling.

"He... well, He had a penchant for broken toys. And I'm not... the most stable person. But my siblings told me a masked jerk came there trying to find Andras, beheaded my mother... and blew up my house." Meredith added, looking at the two younger half-demons.
".......No one's the most stable person, and if it makes you feel better, I dropped my house on him.....so...yea...Do you need a place to stay? I'm going to be doing some renovating, and I could add in a spot for..you and your siblings if you've got nowhere to go." Luigi starts, patting Mer on the back with a look of sympathy, having visibly winced and teared up when Mer mentioned Cel beheading her mother. "If...you...need anything, I'll help as much as I can. I owe you two life debts, so, hell, if you want those brownies I'll go build a oven and bake for you." Luigi offered, trying to lessen the sting.

Mer eyed Luigi... "I'd appreciate that... but I don't want to impose on you. I will manage...manage...to..to..." Meredith drawled off, before finally giving it to tirednes and crumpling down at Luigi's feet, her face on the ground and her shapely rear comically up, revealing black lingerie underneath.

Her two siblings did take this brief moment to start crying "MEER, YOU IDIOT!"
Luigi seeing Mer collapse wastes no time in reaching down, and scooping her up to carry her. He also attempts to pick up the two small children who were yelling at Mer as well, to carry them off. "Hey, do you know where your dad is?" He asks the two children, trying to hopefully find their father. Luigi did not feel prepared for having to watch over two small kids, and these two radiated sass and trouble.
"Dad is figh-fighting dem-ons." said Zack, getting a little more of restrain to answer than her sister, who just plainly bit Luigi in an arm.

"Hmm...Well then, fine, I'- Ouch! Hey, watch it, that arm is brand new!" Luigi says, as the poor girl would taste metal, oil, and the taste of an light electrical shock biting into the cyborg's arm. He tried to not let his temper flare up, and resisted the initial urge to smack the nibbling nuisance as he carried them off towards the blasted remains of his house. "As I was saying, since I don't know where to take you all, I'm gonna build a shelter for you all." Luigi explains, as he prepares himself for what must be the easiest task he's had all day.
Building a home from a rubble pile before anyone knew what happened...No biggie, right?

Zack once again proved being the slightly more even tempered sibling, as he answered. "Hotel's fine. Daddy can find us there. Plus there's sweets." He said, before his sister was too busy spitting the gunk she had nearly swallowed. "meanie! You're going to take mer with you! And spank her. And do xxxxx and YYYY" She said, spouting random adult terms to Luigi.

Luigi's eyes almost bulged out of his sockets when the little girl began to say not so little words. "What? N-no, I, where did you hear this language?" Luigi asks, as he auto-piloted towards the nearest motel he knew of. "That's a smarter idea little fella, thank you. I got paid recently, so I should have enough to pay for a room for you three."

"Mom taught us!" Annah said... "But now she's gone and the only thing i have is stupid Mammoth here." The sister said. "And Zack."
"Well, Zack here appears to be a good kid with his head on straight, and you should not repeat those sorts of words until you're older." Luigi says, still foot-slogging it. "...This is gonna take a bit to get there, so, uh, wanna hear a story?" Luigi asks, hoping to distract the kids.

"Annah wants you to worship her and dump that idiot in the trash... no, on second thought, dump zack. Mer is useful as a pillow." And...just like that, for a moment, the antics of the three seemed to be slightly more normal.

"Hmph." Luigi says, before sighing as he realized that the childish squabbling was just that, childish, to be expected from people their age. "Well, you three are sticking together for now.....also, you should be nicer to your brother.....Also, what kind of sweets are you gonna want at the hotel? I heard you talking about them Zack." Luigi says, trying to divert the topic to something that'd hopefully keep their attention.

"Well, we got chocolate... and candies... and...hdmfk..." Zack begun to say before being interrupted by Annah. "...and human blood. Human blood is tasty!"

"Hmm, ever hear of black pudding? It's made with blood. If there's a spot to cook in the hotel room, I'll try to make some for ya." Luigi says. "I'll make you some chocolate puddding, Zack."

"Fufufu, you are ugly as a butt, but you will make a good addition to the harem as long as you stop staring at the Mammoth's chest." said Annah giddily.

"...You need Mars little one, you need Mars." Luigi says, shaking his head as he continues off into the distance.