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I have to admit, i've been intrigued by the genre, but i've never actually watched any Isekai anime. (unless you count Sword Art Online Abridged)
This might be a challenge.
This might be a challenge.
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6 yrs ago
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I am somewhat interested!
Howdy, I've been away from RPing for a loooooooong while, so i've decided to get back into it by designing an RP that i have had in the works for even longer then that.
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Its set after a fairly basic assumption for 3's ending. Generic Paragon Choices, Reapers destroyed, Geth extinct, but programs still remain. Shepard survives but disappears with his/her crew. Galaxy rebuilds, mass relays fixed, everything is pretty good...on the surface.
Unfortunately, after the reapers went kaput, everyone went back to how they were, for better or for worse. Mercenary groups, pirate gangs, slavers...The Batarian hegemony remnant hasn't quite kicked the slave habit yet, and the genophage cure has given the blood pack quite the personnel boost.
Not everyone fighting the reapers was a saint, after all. Plenty of hardened veterans have started their own groups, turning ragtag pirate crews into ruthless killers.
As you can imagine, Omega is just as unstable as ever. Plenty of Cerberus materiel was never accounted for after the invasion, and rumors of Adjutant activity drive the gangs into a frenzy. Stories of Archangel still haunt their minds, but slowly his name is being forgotten.
Revolted by these recent events, one particularly wealthy resident of Omega and veteran of the reaper war has put a call out, to certain...skilled individuals across the terminus systems.
The job is simple. The group will work together across the terminus systems, hunt down those who prey on the defenseless and destroy them utterly. In doing so, the client hopes to change the systems, inspiring others to fight back. Do this, and you will be rewarded beyond compare.
Unless you get killed, in which case, your pay goes to the rest of the group. Bear that in mind.
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Its set after a fairly basic assumption for 3's ending. Generic Paragon Choices, Reapers destroyed, Geth extinct, but programs still remain. Shepard survives but disappears with his/her crew. Galaxy rebuilds, mass relays fixed, everything is pretty good...on the surface.
Unfortunately, after the reapers went kaput, everyone went back to how they were, for better or for worse. Mercenary groups, pirate gangs, slavers...The Batarian hegemony remnant hasn't quite kicked the slave habit yet, and the genophage cure has given the blood pack quite the personnel boost.
Not everyone fighting the reapers was a saint, after all. Plenty of hardened veterans have started their own groups, turning ragtag pirate crews into ruthless killers.
As you can imagine, Omega is just as unstable as ever. Plenty of Cerberus materiel was never accounted for after the invasion, and rumors of Adjutant activity drive the gangs into a frenzy. Stories of Archangel still haunt their minds, but slowly his name is being forgotten.
Revolted by these recent events, one particularly wealthy resident of Omega and veteran of the reaper war has put a call out, to certain...skilled individuals across the terminus systems.
The job is simple. The group will work together across the terminus systems, hunt down those who prey on the defenseless and destroy them utterly. In doing so, the client hopes to change the systems, inspiring others to fight back. Do this, and you will be rewarded beyond compare.
Unless you get killed, in which case, your pay goes to the rest of the group. Bear that in mind.
"Don't look at anyone for too long, they might be offended. This goes double if you see one with wings. Try not to scream too loudly, unless they tell you to, which is likely, to be honest, i don't know who you are going to. I personally hope its the wych arenas, you look like someone who is considered a warrior among humans, not to mention they give me a good seat for the captives i supply them with. Were you some sort of warrior on your home world?
Oh, the tongue. Apologies. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
-Archon Vyrel to a captured Lord Commissar
Dark Eldar. Wonderful ladies and fine gentlemen all, but on the RP side of things they seem a tad scarce, so i felt it was time to change that.
This RP tell the story of a single Dark Eldar ship and its crew, flying the banner of the Black Heart kabal. It will follow their various voyages across the galaxy, pillaging and burning, taking slaves, making unpleasant abominations and desperately not trying to upset any archons who might have the power to make the crew's life very difficult. Simple races swarm the galaxy like insects, Mon-keigh, greenskins, those blue...things in the eastern fringe...and of course, the hated cousins, those who float on their little ships and try to ignore the galaxy going by. Difficult prizes of course, but oh so valuable. The crew will face all these, and more.
Perhaps they could end this with a position of authority in Commorragh, with slaves and servants to cater to their every whim, leading a life of decadence many could dream of, even among the Dark Eldar.
Or, they could end up in the sand with their skulls ventilated by a bolter round, sucked into a black hole, dissolved by bio-acids, forcibly converted into a grotesque, getting poisoned and exploding in a spray of blood and bone with said blood and bone carrying the poison itself to others...
This kind of work can be extremely unpleasant. But if you are good what you do, maybe you can pass the unpleasantness onto someone else and remain clean.
Either way, welcome to the twisted little reality of the Dark Eldar. Remember not to stare at the Scourges.
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Characters- Obviously you can play as just about anything from the Dark Eldar lore, barring an Archon.(Ill make a list if anyone has trouble deciding) They actually are one of the few races in 40k who work with alien mercenaries, so i'm allowing you to play as them too (though i don't think its a good idea to have loads of them). There are a few mentioned to work with the DE, most notably the Ssltyth and the ever helpful Kroot.
And yes, you can play as a Human. However, you better have a REALLY good reason as to why they are in Commorragh and how they can keep up with Dark Eldar in a fight. I probably wont accept more than two human characters as an absolute maximum.
Oh, the tongue. Apologies. Enjoy the rest of your evening.
-Archon Vyrel to a captured Lord Commissar
Dark Eldar. Wonderful ladies and fine gentlemen all, but on the RP side of things they seem a tad scarce, so i felt it was time to change that.
This RP tell the story of a single Dark Eldar ship and its crew, flying the banner of the Black Heart kabal. It will follow their various voyages across the galaxy, pillaging and burning, taking slaves, making unpleasant abominations and desperately not trying to upset any archons who might have the power to make the crew's life very difficult. Simple races swarm the galaxy like insects, Mon-keigh, greenskins, those blue...things in the eastern fringe...and of course, the hated cousins, those who float on their little ships and try to ignore the galaxy going by. Difficult prizes of course, but oh so valuable. The crew will face all these, and more.
Perhaps they could end this with a position of authority in Commorragh, with slaves and servants to cater to their every whim, leading a life of decadence many could dream of, even among the Dark Eldar.
Or, they could end up in the sand with their skulls ventilated by a bolter round, sucked into a black hole, dissolved by bio-acids, forcibly converted into a grotesque, getting poisoned and exploding in a spray of blood and bone with said blood and bone carrying the poison itself to others...
This kind of work can be extremely unpleasant. But if you are good what you do, maybe you can pass the unpleasantness onto someone else and remain clean.
Either way, welcome to the twisted little reality of the Dark Eldar. Remember not to stare at the Scourges.
__________________________
Characters- Obviously you can play as just about anything from the Dark Eldar lore, barring an Archon.(Ill make a list if anyone has trouble deciding) They actually are one of the few races in 40k who work with alien mercenaries, so i'm allowing you to play as them too (though i don't think its a good idea to have loads of them). There are a few mentioned to work with the DE, most notably the Ssltyth and the ever helpful Kroot.
And yes, you can play as a Human. However, you better have a REALLY good reason as to why they are in Commorragh and how they can keep up with Dark Eldar in a fight. I probably wont accept more than two human characters as an absolute maximum.
No one had spoken to Kel, which was generally normal. Still, he didnt mind. At least they werent going to act like he was a zoo attraction. As a result, he had hung back when the rest of them went towards this...something...zeta.
Kel hadn't read much of the briefing, as he had gone into a complete state of panic when he realised he was meant to attend a meeting, but missed the memo because he spent so much time researching the planet when he was meant to meet a figure of authority on this world. He had barely had any time to get his armor on before this operation, either.
So he decided to let the others go first, partially because he was in the back of the group, mostly because he realised that a bunch of mercenaries and who knows what else would not give half a womp rats ass about his rank and any authority it might bring.
"I wonder if becoming a Major would solve that problem?" he said aloud with no context whatsoever as he began to follow the others, because stopping. Everyone was ahead of him, so he couldnt go all out. Otherwise, he would hit them, raising all sorts of problems for everyone.
Rolling his eyes at his own slowness today, he began to break into a jog, beginning to head around the building.
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Arriving around the back of the building, Kel was beginning to hear a lot of interesting noises from inside. He wondered who the screams belonged to, before pushing the thought out of his head. It wasnt his problem, after all.
Unfortunately for him, there didnt appear to be a back door, or at least there wasnt one near him.
No matter.
He would make one.
Casually walking to a bit of wall he liked, he took a small square object from his belt, slapped it on, and strolled away, with the posture of a man who had absolutely no need to rush. Or as much of a posture as you could tell while covered in armour.
Kel tapped a button on his wrist, and the device on the wall detonated. At the same time, Kel brought his assault cannon up, setting it to heavy ordinance. With a single flick of his wrist, he fired multiple explosive rounds around the hole that his breaching device had made. The wall had been built to stand up to various forms of explosives, but this didn't mean a thing as the explosions tore the metal wall to pieces, sending melted metal flying everywhere. A drop hit Kel in the arm, making him frown.
Kel walked forward, raising his cannon again as he stepped through the hole, ignoring the warning symbols in his helmet that warned of the melted metal. One criminal had been behind the wall and had taken the full impact of Kel's blasts. The Chiss lazily kicked his body aside as several enemies appeared around the corner, obviously checking to see what that noise was. Kel counted three.
Kel had already heard them coming, and had set his cannon to automatic. His cannon whined for a moment, and proceeded to blast out over a dozen blaster bolts in less than a second. The three simply looked at him, and disappeared, torn to shreds by the torrent as Kel let out a smile, and let his finger release the trigger.
This was always amusing.
Hearing a noise, he looked up and saw a gantry. Two more criminals had seen what he just did, and were taking pot shots from their hiding place. One shot hit Kel directly in the face, doing absolutely nothing.
"...are you done?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead illustrating his point by aiming and firing another explosive round, hitting the part where the gantry joined the wall. With a shriek of tortured metal, the entire thing gave way, sending the two plummeting down. Kel smiled again and lowered his cannon, slowly walking to where they fell.
One had died instantly, breaking his neck on the floor, while another was still stunned, and didn't even notice the armored giant step towards him, and lower his cannon.
Whom then stopped, raised it again, and proceeded to slam an armored boot directly on the survivor's neck, snapping it like a twig.
Kel watched him expire, and turned around, mind already set on other matters.
"Colonel maybe...i like the sound of it and the uniforms look nice, but it does sound like i would be forced to lead directly..."
Kel hadn't read much of the briefing, as he had gone into a complete state of panic when he realised he was meant to attend a meeting, but missed the memo because he spent so much time researching the planet when he was meant to meet a figure of authority on this world. He had barely had any time to get his armor on before this operation, either.
So he decided to let the others go first, partially because he was in the back of the group, mostly because he realised that a bunch of mercenaries and who knows what else would not give half a womp rats ass about his rank and any authority it might bring.
"I wonder if becoming a Major would solve that problem?" he said aloud with no context whatsoever as he began to follow the others, because stopping. Everyone was ahead of him, so he couldnt go all out. Otherwise, he would hit them, raising all sorts of problems for everyone.
Rolling his eyes at his own slowness today, he began to break into a jog, beginning to head around the building.
______
Arriving around the back of the building, Kel was beginning to hear a lot of interesting noises from inside. He wondered who the screams belonged to, before pushing the thought out of his head. It wasnt his problem, after all.
Unfortunately for him, there didnt appear to be a back door, or at least there wasnt one near him.
No matter.
He would make one.
Casually walking to a bit of wall he liked, he took a small square object from his belt, slapped it on, and strolled away, with the posture of a man who had absolutely no need to rush. Or as much of a posture as you could tell while covered in armour.
Kel tapped a button on his wrist, and the device on the wall detonated. At the same time, Kel brought his assault cannon up, setting it to heavy ordinance. With a single flick of his wrist, he fired multiple explosive rounds around the hole that his breaching device had made. The wall had been built to stand up to various forms of explosives, but this didn't mean a thing as the explosions tore the metal wall to pieces, sending melted metal flying everywhere. A drop hit Kel in the arm, making him frown.
Kel walked forward, raising his cannon again as he stepped through the hole, ignoring the warning symbols in his helmet that warned of the melted metal. One criminal had been behind the wall and had taken the full impact of Kel's blasts. The Chiss lazily kicked his body aside as several enemies appeared around the corner, obviously checking to see what that noise was. Kel counted three.
Kel had already heard them coming, and had set his cannon to automatic. His cannon whined for a moment, and proceeded to blast out over a dozen blaster bolts in less than a second. The three simply looked at him, and disappeared, torn to shreds by the torrent as Kel let out a smile, and let his finger release the trigger.
This was always amusing.
Hearing a noise, he looked up and saw a gantry. Two more criminals had seen what he just did, and were taking pot shots from their hiding place. One shot hit Kel directly in the face, doing absolutely nothing.
"...are you done?"
He didn't wait for an answer, instead illustrating his point by aiming and firing another explosive round, hitting the part where the gantry joined the wall. With a shriek of tortured metal, the entire thing gave way, sending the two plummeting down. Kel smiled again and lowered his cannon, slowly walking to where they fell.
One had died instantly, breaking his neck on the floor, while another was still stunned, and didn't even notice the armored giant step towards him, and lower his cannon.
Whom then stopped, raised it again, and proceeded to slam an armored boot directly on the survivor's neck, snapping it like a twig.
Kel watched him expire, and turned around, mind already set on other matters.
"Colonel maybe...i like the sound of it and the uniforms look nice, but it does sound like i would be forced to lead directly..."
Oh yeah, thats what i was thinking of.
Oh good, Kel can make a friend. xD
Oh yeah, is there a chatroom for this, btw? Would make things easier.
Oh yeah, is there a chatroom for this, btw? Would make things easier.
I can imagine Kel being more of a advisory position, alongside the whole shooting people by the dozen thing.
Would his rank of captain matter at all, here? xD
Would his rank of captain matter at all, here? xD
"...cant they send me to somewhere nice once in a while? First..."
Captain Vyn'Kel'Ruordoa was snapped out of his moment of self-pity when his datapad let out a extremely annoying squawking noise, with him pulling it out in a single snappish motion as if he was a gunslinger at a tournament. Gazing at it, he noticed various lines of information, all pertaining to the planet he had just landed on. Local military strength, most common form of armament, specific types of materiel used by security forces and criminal elements, local important figures in the local military, possible anti-republic elements in the city, layouts of various cityscapes...
Kel stared at the datapad for about ten minutes straight, barely even blinking as his brain desperately tried to absorb the sheer amount of information on the screen. Finally, he took a deep breath when he realized the next set of information was "Crime Figures".
"I think that's enough for now."
He got up, slinging his assault cannon over his back before pointing at two of the port staff unloading a large crate frim his ship, causing them to completely freeze.
"Be very careful with that! It keeps me alive!"
Turning, he walked straight out of the hangar, taking a elevator down to the main area. He didn't have a room yet, as far as he knew and his armor was back in that crate from earlier.
He had some time to kill. That was a rare occurence.
Noticing a small group of heavily armed people nearby, he strolled over to them, trying to look friendly. He knew there were other people who were part of this operation, could this be them? Then again, if they weren't, they may be planning to rob the port, hence the weaponry. That would be interesting.
He raised his hand in greeting.
"Hello. I sincerely hope you are all here for the reason i heard about."
He managed to hide his irritation. He had never worked with mercenaries before and had hoped to never do so. Too unreliable. Plus, he had killed plenty of their like before, that probably wouldn't win him many allies.
Nevermind. Meet them, do the operation, leave, then he could enjoy a few months on a Naboo beach. As much as he enjoyed a fight, a rest was always pleasant.
Especially when no one could bother him.
Captain Vyn'Kel'Ruordoa was snapped out of his moment of self-pity when his datapad let out a extremely annoying squawking noise, with him pulling it out in a single snappish motion as if he was a gunslinger at a tournament. Gazing at it, he noticed various lines of information, all pertaining to the planet he had just landed on. Local military strength, most common form of armament, specific types of materiel used by security forces and criminal elements, local important figures in the local military, possible anti-republic elements in the city, layouts of various cityscapes...
Kel stared at the datapad for about ten minutes straight, barely even blinking as his brain desperately tried to absorb the sheer amount of information on the screen. Finally, he took a deep breath when he realized the next set of information was "Crime Figures".
"I think that's enough for now."
He got up, slinging his assault cannon over his back before pointing at two of the port staff unloading a large crate frim his ship, causing them to completely freeze.
"Be very careful with that! It keeps me alive!"
Turning, he walked straight out of the hangar, taking a elevator down to the main area. He didn't have a room yet, as far as he knew and his armor was back in that crate from earlier.
He had some time to kill. That was a rare occurence.
Noticing a small group of heavily armed people nearby, he strolled over to them, trying to look friendly. He knew there were other people who were part of this operation, could this be them? Then again, if they weren't, they may be planning to rob the port, hence the weaponry. That would be interesting.
He raised his hand in greeting.
"Hello. I sincerely hope you are all here for the reason i heard about."
He managed to hide his irritation. He had never worked with mercenaries before and had hoped to never do so. Too unreliable. Plus, he had killed plenty of their like before, that probably wouldn't win him many allies.
Nevermind. Meet them, do the operation, leave, then he could enjoy a few months on a Naboo beach. As much as he enjoyed a fight, a rest was always pleasant.
Especially when no one could bother him.
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