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Under the Eye of the Master Controller [ A casual, gamey RP]

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Sci-fi survival inspired by (but not in) WH40k

Journal entry of Lieutenant Knox, stardate 3188.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. We were one of the RDS (remote deployment squads) for the elite peacekeepers called 'The Coalition,' sent to a backwater planet on the edge of the milky way. The Coalition had received reports of a drastic change in environment, closely followed by reports of two settlements being decimated. It was a human owned planet, and neither the Scrythyx nor the Rhinabom had outposts, settlements, or planets anywhere near there. So we dropped in, a squad of 24. A standard deployment. Our mission was to locate the source of the reports, investigate, then return. We had two weeks GST (galactic standard time) and a ship would be sent to our location for extraction. That was one week GST ago.

One week GST into our deployment, we encountered the source of the reports. The reason for our mission on this forsaken rock of forest. And the reason why only I remain of the squad. An enemy we, or at least I, had never encountered before. Giant and deadly, seemingly ethereal and phantasmic, set upon us. We had trained for over 25 years. And they destroyed us in under 25 minutes. When I was knocked unconscious, they must have thought me dead. And when I came to, I was in a pit of my dead comrades. I managed to make it back to the extraction point. I set up a rudimentary camp, and I awaited. And nothing came.

One day GST after the transport was meant to arrive, someone stumbled into my camp. Bloody, muddy, with clothing in tatters. They collapsed at the mouth of the small cave I had appropriated. Whether a local or alien, I could not immediately tell. But I tended them by my fire, and a week later, they roused.

I will continue this when next I am able. Right now, my hands are full.

And as always 'No honour, only victory.'

~Knox

Hello and welcome to my little slice of sci-fi I have pulled from somewhere unmentionable.

The premise behind this RP is simple. I play as Solomon Knox, a Lieutenant for the peacekeeping force known as the Coalition that intercedes on disturbances across the Milky Way, and stops fighting amongst the three races: Human, Scrythyx, and Rhinabom. The Coalition has agents representing all races, and holds none of them in regard over another.

You play as one of the humans who belonged to an outpost on this planet. After your settlement was destroyed, you have made your way to a cave where you collapsed, and our RP starts with you waking by a fire in said cave, with Knox looking over you. If your character has no knowledge of the outside universe beyond the planet, then you will get to react live and fresh to what I throw at you.

I have a plan for overarching story. For beginning, middle, and end. But a lot of the logistics, what happened, can be built upon by you should you choose. Including the nature of this unknown threat, the history of this planet, etc.

I am looking for high casual to advance RPer. You need to be able to help world build, character drive, and provide your own intrigue points. And I shall strive to do the same.

Life gets funky and clunky, and often we cannot respond as often as we like. I’d rather a well thought out response a few days apart, if that is easier for you to manage.

I would love to hear from you, and build upon this.

𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓪

Name:
Solomon Knox

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Ace

Personality:
Despite being a fitness buff and martial artist, Solomon is down to earth and considerate of other people. His interests and general appearance make people think he is a typical sports jock. But given his own background, he is actually very humble, and always willing to help others, often to the detriment of himself and his own situation.

However, despite his level headed nature, he is willing to allow his physique and muscle intimidate people he deems to be bullying or putting others down. This will sometimes lead to a fight, in which he will not back down when challenged. Often seen without friends, he would much rather spend his spare time practicing and honing his martial technique. Doesn't seem to say much when spoken to.

Interests:
Tae-Kwon-Do, Kickboxing, Aikido, Jackie Chan films, strawberry smoothies, fitness magazines, discounts, fighting, sunlight.

Dislikes:
Bullies, laziness, any film with Tom Cruise in it, tomato, entitlement, rain.

Appearance:
A close to the scalp shaved head means that opponents have one less thing to grab onto in a fight. Often wears a loose t-shirt with cargo shorts. If it is cold, will wear a plain sweater over the top. Owing to his hobbies, has a well toned body he takes care of, and takes a small measure of pride in.

Stands tall at 6 foot 2, with pale skin and dark brown eyes. Sports a scar on the back of his head, and nose is slightly off center after it being broken.

History:
Solomon Knox grew up in a single parent family with just his father, with his other having past away during childbirth. His father had a stable warehouse job, but it was enough to feed and roof them, with not much left over. But despite their situation, his father always treated everyone equally and fairly, and never complained. This was picked up bu Solomon, and hold this tenet to this day.

His father lost the warehouse job when Solomon was 13, and moved from Australia to England with promise of new employment as a manager for a factory. It was here that Solomon and his father achieved more financial stability, and soon he was enrolled in Vinehurst.

Stories from Idumea: Across the Great Blue (Looking for a captain/Co-GM!)

Very interested.

Maybe not necessarily in a captain capacity, but more than willing to be a part of the crew! :)

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Jack held up his shaky hands, flinching slightly at the black flames still tracing their way across his fingers.
"Hold up there quick-draw."
On legs that threatened to give out underneath him, Jack stood up, using the nearby shelves to support himself. He looked Katharine in the eyes.
"All I know is that one moment I am jumping in for the kill - in spectacular fashion may I add - and the next I am in the wall. When I came to, Ethan was writhing and screaming, then bolted out the back door."
Jack threw his right hand out in front of him.
"And this shit is kind of freaking me out right now. There is no electricity source in that wall. I was not electrocuted. Why the hell am I covered in these...things!"

Jack breathed deeply. Losing his cool now wouldn't achieve anything. And Katharine was twitchy enough as it was. No need to egg her on. He lowered his hand, as a sign he was not aggressive.
"Now, I don't believe in any of that magic mumbo-jumbo. But something is obviously happening that I can't explain."
As he spoke, Jack found that his strength was returning slowly.
"Now, you can either help me rummage through this stuff and find out where he went and what the fuck is happening to me, or continue gawking."
In a show of what he hoped would be construed as good faith, he began to turn, showing that he did not see, or want, her to be a threat. Really though, his heart was beating in his throat.

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Sorry for the silence, had a busy weekend :) getting a post up now

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Oops, I did allude to that OOC didn't I...:S

Well, it has been edited. And I have the basic outline for the story figured out, if you think it is okay.

Was thinking that Ethan was part of this magicked coven with a dark plan. We find a list of the other names, and seek them out to put them down, I want to get them as I think it will cure me of this shadowy affliction, and you want to do it because, well, hey, evil dark supernatural entities?

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Darkness. That was all Jack could see. It felt like his eyes were open, yet nothing but pitch met his gaze. He took a step forward, or was he floating? Looking down, Jack saw that he couldn't even see his body. That it struck him. It wasn't that it was so dark he couldn't see anything, it that he was so dark that he blended in with the inky depths. The darkness was him. He blended and camouflaged perfectly with the surroundings. It didn't feel like anything. He didn't feel anything. All there was was him floating and the darkness embracing him.

Unbeknownst to Jack, this was all taking place in his mind, and he would have no memory or recollection of what came next. In the material world, Ethan was laughing, throwing stuff into a bag, his back to Jack, his right side to the front door. So sure of his magick, that Ethan didn't notice Jacks body twitched, or little black sparks flitting across the surface. He didn't notice the shadow cast by Jacks body moving, writhing, contorting, twisting as if listening to a frantic beat. He didn't notice as the body of Jack slowly and silently rose to its feet, eyes shrouded in black. The writhing shadow jumped forward, racing across the floor like a bullet train. By the time Ethan turned and saw the shadowy abomination of Jacks body, it was too late. The shadow leapt up from the floor, and slammed into the dark mage. Landing on Ethans face, the shadow continued as if flesh was a non-entity. With a twisted shriek that could have roused the dead from eternal slumber, the mage clawed at his face, grabbing and ripping off the shadow with a dark flame encrusted hand. Throwing it on the floor, he turned and burst through the back door, running as fast as he could.

The shadow circled, and rejoined Jacks body. Slowly the darkness over his eyes dissipated, and the shadow resumed normal shadowesque functions. Once more in his mind, Jack slumped to the floor. Holding a hand in front of him, he watched as dark flames flicked over his fingers.
"What...?"

Surveying the scene before him, his hand dropped to his side. Mouth open, he looked around.
"Who? What?"
Without knowing anything, Jack knew he had been the one to do this. A sound caught his attention, and looking up, he saw the figure of Katharine in the doorway. How much had she seen? Could she help? Or were things about to get complicated? Jack thought of all of these as he stumbled to his feet.
"So...I think he got away..."

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

Yup. Dark mage with a penchant for projectiles...

The Dead Colour of Darkness (EvexVale Kaiser)

It was supposed to be a routine hit. Just get in, eliminate the target silently, then get out. He had done it countless times before, and would do it countless times again. So when Jack discovered he was not the only person on this case, it naturally ruffled his feathers. He had no love for Katharine Hudson and was determined to put this Ethan Arc down in front of her eyes. Hunters could never measure up and compete with a true assassin. The second thing that annoyed him was the fact that if she was here, then people believed that this guy was some kind of supernatural or magically inclined individual. This was of course bull-dust and baloney to Jack, If it is made of flesh, a knife across the throat, through the head, through the heard or through the eyes would kill it. A universal truth, at least in Jacks eyes.

Jack watched from the rafters of the small house. He had his twin short swords Shadow and Shade drawn. Jump down, use his body to break the fall, and sink the swords so far into his eyes that he would be dead within a second. That was the plan. A routine hit. A birds-eyes assassination. Ethan was reading a big thick book. Probably a Lord of the Rings or something by Bryce Courtney. Jack did not know where Katharine was at the minute, nor did he care. As long as she didn't screw things up for him, then she could be privy to the kill. Better the silent knives than the unwieldy and noisy shot-gun. No tact at all.

In a single motion, Jack jumped and prepared for impact. Take them by surprise and kill them before they can comprehend. Just a routine hit. But tonight would be far from routine. As he should have landed on this Ethan, he was instead send flying into the wall opposite the reading man, Sitting up, Jack rubbed his head as Ethan laughed.
"You really think I wouldn't have protective measures in place?"
Jack went to stand and rush his target. But as he stood, he saw Ethan hold out a hand.
"Begone."

It was akin to black fire. It felt like fire anyway. Jack was sent flying back into the wall, making the hole deeper. He felt is conciousness fade, and a whisper in his mind, not unlike his own.
This is not the end for us. I will protect you...