Xenonia

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

The roiling mass of righteous fury that filled Saul Quintus' gut as he strolled towards the meeting place the Inquisitor had specified could only be described as all-consuming. It was bad enough to have to endure the corrupted and blasphemous gospels of the Mechanicus for this new assignment, but to learn he would have to endure serving side-by-side with a foul, tainted witch? The unspeakable, trembling rage within him was visible externally, veins on his forehead protruding as he approached the small crowd. Of course, he would never second guess one of the God-Emperor's faithful servants, especially not a member of the blessed Inquisition, so his objections would be kept silent for now... Still, it was clear that Saul was having a difficult time restraining himself from launching into a venomous sermon on the evils that he now stood alongside.

To distract himself from the foul, tainted blights on the Imperium that he was to call 'comrades', Saul decided to take inventory of the other, more faithful servants of the Emperor that stood with them. The medicae and the guardsman... The chirurgeon was old, frail looking, and wizened. A man of faith, perhaps, though that he had allowed the strength of his body to fail in such a way concerned Saul. The guardsman... Saul couldn't understand his own thoughts. This was a faithful servant of the God-Emperor, one of humanity's foremost protectors on the battlefield. He appeared to be in fine physical condition... By all accounts, Saul should have been filled with pride on seeing such a specimen of the Imperium's glory. Yet, and he knew not why, he instead felt sickened. More sickened than he was by the blasphemous magos or the unholy witch. By the Emperor, what nightmare had he been dragged into?

Brushing himself off and collecting his bearings as best he could, Saul stepped forth to join them in their preparations to depart. He cast a sidelong glance to the unmoving Servitor... He had, of course, seen Servitors before. Everyone had. But still, he could not help but shake his head and sigh. He found himself wondering if this was the result of a punishment meted out to a heretic long ago. Wasteful, that the flesh should be cut down so quickly. This traitor could have been made an Arco-flagellant, or a Penitent Engine, still fit to serve the God-Emperor in the line of duty, rather than... This failing, frail heap of metal and skin. His hand tightened it's grip on the Drusian chainsword that had served him so well for so many years and he began to quietly recite a prayer to the Saint the sword was named for, "Saint Drusus, Victor of the Angevin Crusade, grant me the strength of the Emperor as He granted His strength to you, for I am surrounded by iniquity and sin, and it is only through Him that I can endure this trial. Praise the God-Emperor."

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

Saul Quintus

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| NAME |

Saul Quintus

| PROFESSION |

Ministorum Preacher, Devoted Redemptionist, and Torchbearer

| AGE |

32

| SKILLS |

• Unfailing Devotion - Saul's faith in the God-Emperor is nothing short of fanatical, and any doubt he may have had in the light and truth of the Imperium of Man has been cast out long ago.
• Rousing Orator - Given the natural inclination towards rousing, fiery speeches and sermons that all Ministorum preachers have, it is not surprising that Saul is quite eloquent, if a bit venomous in his tirades.
• Rugged Survivalist - With his time spent in the lawless fringes of the Koronus Expanse, Saul has learned to keep himself alive in the direst situations through both his faith and his wit.

| FLAWS |

• Intolerant Zealot - Faith and bigotry go hand in hand in the Ecclesiarchy, especially amongst the zealots of the Redemptionist philosophy, and Saul is no exception. His hatred of the mutant, the alien, and especially the witch far outstrip those of the average citizen.
• Blinded by Faith - The other side of the unwavering belief Saul has in the God Emperor is his inability to recognize situations where he is outmatched, thoroughly convinced that no matter the odds, the God Emperor will provide. Of course, this is not always the case, and in fact is an incredibly dangerous mindset to have.
• Paranoid and Pure - Saul is convinced that the defilement of one's body, be it through chems, bionics, or mutation, is an affront to the perfect form that the God Emperor embodies and presents to all his faithful. The Cult Mechanicus disgusts him, though he for the most part reserves his scorn for those 'unsanctioned': The citizenry who need bionics to survive, and worst of all, Hereteks.

| EQUIPMENT |

• Rosarius - The badge of office for the high-ranking Ecclesiarch, Saul came into possession of one of these rare artifacts during his time preparing to journey into the Expanse, and made heavy use of it to convince superstitious tribes and ignorant savages of the divinity of the God Emperor.
• Drusus-Pattern Chainsword - Like most servants of the Ministorum born in the Calixis Sector, Saul was raised to venerate the noble Saint Drusus, and uses one of the holy-patterned chainswords modeled after the Saint's own as his melee weapon of choice.
• Perdition-Pattern Hand Flamer - Very much like the standard Hand Flamer known and used throughout the galaxy, the Perdition-Pattern features few adjustments, primarily aesthetic design changes to represent belonging to a particularly devout servant of the God-Emperor, as well as using slight chemical saturation of it's standard promethium to produce a much brighter flame.
• Ecclesiarchy Robes - The standard outfit of the priest on the front lines or in the wilderness, lightly armored to protect against the most basic and primitive of threats, such as sling-bullets or sharpened sticks.
• Omnibus of Assembled Catechisms, Litanies, and Prayers - A collection of situational prayers, devotions, and speeches for any number of daily or esoteric tasks, assembled and transcribed by Saul himself.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Saul was born on the holy Shrine World of Sentinel, raised amongst pilgrims and devotees of Saint Drusus, the patron saint of the Calixis Sector. From a young age, Saul displayed an intense interest in the teachings of the Imperial Faith, And by the time he was old enough to read and write, he was a fanatic in the making, devouring sermons with unrestrained intellectual fervor, and memorizing litanies and prayers the way most children would memorize nursery rhymes. Where many of his peers spent their days engaged in sporting matches or other such games, Saul spent his time conversing with and learning from the itinerant preachers that came and went on their pilgrimages to the world. Indeed, from such a young age, it was clear that the boy's future was with the Ecclesiarchy.

By the time he had reached age 16, Saul was already a well-known orator amongst the uninitiated citizens of Sentinel, preaching with a fire and conviction that turned many a grudging, despondent soul into a devout believer of the God Emperor's glory once more. He had become a well-established figure of the local Ministorum, a pillar of piety and strength in the ranks of the Emperor's flock, undaunted by doubt and devoid of any signs of heretical thought. Still, for all the passion he was able to stir up in the citizenry of the Shrine World, he was certain he could make a greater difference for the God-Emperor's cause.

It was in this way that Saul decided to become a Torchbearer, one of the Ecclesiarchy missionaries who spent their lives bringing the heathen worlds scattered throughout the neighboring Koronus Expanse back to the fold of the Imperium, and the light of the God-Emperor. At age 20, he departed Sentinel for the unknown regions beyond Port Wander, to act as a beacon to the unenlightened. For ten years, Saul was alone (excluding the occasional Rogue Trader visit) on the world of Parg, cut off from the Imperium and surrounded by kingdoms of feuding, barbaric warlords. Though it was difficult to establish a foothold of the faith, Saul managed to do just that through judicious use of his hand flamer, the fiery wrath he was able to call down upon the unfaithful serving as proof of the God-Emperor's might. In this way, he managed to convert the majority of the population to a fittingly violent variation of the Imperial Faith, allowing the natives to interpret the Emperor as a pillar of strength and fury, able to smite them with mere thoughts should they ever doubt his power.

His work in the Expanse was not as unnoticed as he thought it might be. Ten years into his grueling and thankless mission, he found himself visited by a political agent of the Imperium unlike the standard Rogue Traders. Indeed, it was an agent of the Inquisition, rather taken by Saul's unwavering belief in the God-Emperor, and ruthless pursuit of those who would doubt him. Before he knew it, a garrison of Ministorum priests was placed on Parg, and he was taken to be inducted into the position of Inquisitorial Acolyte, to fight the enemy Within as fervently as he fought the enemy Without.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

@Asura how's this look

Saul Quintus

BIG IMAGE

| NAME |

Saul Quintus

| PROFESSION |

Ministorum Preacher, Devoted Redemptionist, and Torchbearer

| AGE |

32

| SKILLS |

• Unfailing Devotion - Saul's faith in the God-Emperor is nothing short of fanatical, and any doubt he may have had in the light and truth of the Imperium of Man has been cast out long ago.
• Rousing Orator - Given the natural inclination towards rousing, fiery speeches and sermons that all Ministorum preachers have, it is not surprising that Saul is quite eloquent, if a bit venomous in his tirades.
• Rugged Survivalist - With his time spent in the lawless fringes of the Koronus Expanse, Saul has learned to keep himself alive in the direst situations through both his faith and his wit.

| FLAWS |

• Intolerant Zealot - Faith and bigotry go hand in hand in the Ecclesiarchy, especially amongst the zealots of the Redemptionist philosophy, and Saul is no exception. His hatred of the mutant, the alien, and especially the witch far outstrip those of the average citizen.
• Blinded by Faith - The other side of the unwavering belief Saul has in the God Emperor is his inability to recognize situations where he is outmatched, thoroughly convinced that no matter the odds, the God Emperor will provide. Of course, this is not always the case, and in fact is an incredibly dangerous mindset to have.
• Paranoid and Pure - Saul is convinced that the defilement of one's body, be it through chems, bionics, or mutation, is an affront to the perfect form that the God Emperor embodies and presents to all his faithful. The Cult Mechanicus disgusts him, though he for the most part reserves his scorn for those 'unsanctioned': The citizenry who need bionics to survive, and worst of all, Hereteks.

| EQUIPMENT |

• Rosarius - The badge of office for the high-ranking Ecclesiarch, Saul came into possession of one of these rare artifacts during his time preparing to journey into the Expanse, and made heavy use of it to convince superstitious tribes and ignorant savages of the divinity of the God Emperor.
• Drusus-Pattern Chainsword - Like most servants of the Ministorum born in the Calixis Sector, Saul was raised to venerate the noble Saint Drusus, and uses one of the holy-patterned chainswords modeled after the Saint's own as his melee weapon of choice.
• Perdition-Pattern Hand Flamer - Very much like the standard Hand Flamer known and used throughout the galaxy, the Perdition-Pattern features few adjustments, primarily aesthetic design changes to represent belonging to a particularly devout servant of the God-Emperor, as well as using slight chemical saturation of it's standard promethium to produce a much brighter flame.
• Ecclesiarchy Robes - The standard outfit of the priest on the front lines or in the wilderness, lightly armored to protect against the most basic and primitive of threats, such as sling-bullets or sharpened sticks.
• Omnibus of Assembled Catechisms, Litanies, and Prayers - A collection of situational prayers, devotions, and speeches for any number of daily or esoteric tasks, assembled and transcribed by Saul himself.

| BIOGRAPHY |

Saul was born on the holy Shrine World of Sentinel, raised amongst pilgrims and devotees of Saint Drusus, the patron saint of the Calixis Sector. From a young age, Saul displayed an intense interest in the teachings of the Imperial Faith, And by the time he was old enough to read and write, he was a fanatic in the making, devouring sermons with unrestrained intellectual fervor, and memorizing litanies and prayers the way most children would memorize nursery rhymes. Where many of his peers spent their days engaged in sporting matches or other such games, Saul spent his time conversing with and learning from the itinerant preachers that came and went on their pilgrimages to the world. Indeed, from such a young age, it was clear that the boy's future was with the Ecclesiarchy.

By the time he had reached age 16, Saul was already a well-known orator amongst the uninitiated citizens of Sentinel, preaching with a fire and conviction that turned many a grudging, despondent soul into a devout believer of the God Emperor's glory once more. He had become a well-established figure of the local Ministorum, a pillar of piety and strength in the ranks of the Emperor's flock, undaunted by doubt and devoid of any signs of heretical thought. Still, for all the passion he was able to stir up in the citizenry of the Shrine World, he was certain he could make a greater difference for the God-Emperor's cause.

It was in this way that Saul decided to become a Torchbearer, one of the Ecclesiarchy missionaries who spent their lives bringing the heathen worlds scattered throughout the neighboring Koronus Expanse back to the fold of the Imperium, and the light of the God-Emperor. At age 20, he departed Sentinel for the unknown regions beyond Port Wander, to act as a beacon to the unenlightened. For ten years, Saul was alone (excluding the occasional Rogue Trader visit) on the world of Parg, cut off from the Imperium and surrounded by kingdoms of feuding, barbaric warlords. Though it was difficult to establish a foothold of the faith, Saul managed to do just that through judicious use of his hand flamer, the fiery wrath he was able to call down upon the unfaithful serving as proof of the God-Emperor's might. In this way, he managed to convert the majority of the population to a fittingly violent variation of the Imperial Faith, allowing the natives to interpret the Emperor as a pillar of strength and fury, able to smite them with mere thoughts should they ever doubt his power.

His work in the Expanse was not as unnoticed as he thought it might be. Ten years into his grueling and thankless mission, he found himself visited by a political agent of the Imperium unlike the standard Rogue Traders. Indeed, it was an agent of the Inquisition, rather taken by Saul's unwavering belief in the God-Emperor, and ruthless pursuit of those who would doubt him. Before he knew it, a garrison of Ministorum priests was placed on Parg, and he was taken to be inducted into the position of Inquisitorial Acolyte, to fight the enemy Within as fervently as he fought the enemy Without.

ENTER THE ORDO: A Dark Heresy/40k Roleplay

This, uh, still open?

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

Feasts-on-Bones

Feasts-on-Bones

Male Argonian | 25 | Shadow

Basic Information

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Birthplace: Stormhold, Black Marsh

Appearance: Bones, as he is most commonly referred to, is far from what any rational being would consider 'attractive'. His scales are a pale yellow, his stature is squat and small, almost runty, and his facial features border on 'goofy', with over-sized, pitch-black eyes, and a relatively small mouth. Compared to most Argonians, he looks downright non-threatening, almost child-like.

Background: Bones was never a popular child. Born under the sign of the Shadow, during a tumultuous time in the Black Marsh, he was set apart from most of his peers to be trained as part of a re-emerging group of 'Shadowscales', Argonian assassins... Unfortunately, with his physical abilities being as they were, the poor boy was quickly ejected from the ranks of his peers, and branded an outcast. He left Black Marsh, and entered Morrowind, where he hoped to find a new purpose in life, and indeed, he did.

One day, during his travels, the young Argonian came upon a strange, toppled statue of a small dragon in the ash, and, thinking it to be a good luck charm, picked it up. He was shocked when the effigy began to speak to him, telling him that it was his calling to fulfill tasks, for a higher power... The Daedric Prince of Tasks and Pestilence, Peryite. Being without purposes as he was, the lizard quickly accepted this task, and took to worshiping the lesser Prince fervently, doing whatever his god asked of him.

For years, he plied his trade twofold: An alchemist providing cure-alls for the sick, and a conjurer providing cheap protection to those in need. Of course, both of these tasks served a hidden purpose: His potions, whilst wonderful for short term relief, were in fact meant to spread pestilence and disease, a blessing from the lord Peryite. His summoning, meanwhile, helped him to hone his abilities to contact those that dwell within Oblivion, to the point where he managed to summon, and sustain, a Clannfear to assist him in his travels, without the need for frequent resummoning.

Of course, one can only hide one's presence as a Daedra worshiper for so long, and once again, Feasts-on-Bones found himself cast out from society, wandering once more, through the province of Morrowind all the way to Skyrim, where he had heard rumors that there were others who served his god. Once there, however, he found a new calling, a new way in which he could serve his Lord: Fighting the Forsworn, to cleanse the Reach of those that once made pacts with his master but now spurned him.

Personality: Bones is a very happy Argonian, in a way few are. He has found his purpose in life, and as such, believes that nothing can bring him down, so long as he does as he is told, and follows the word of his God without question. This leads to a normally quite cheerful and pleasant demeanor, so long as nothing gets in the way of his 'plans', which tend to be very fluid anyhow.

For a servant of the prince of 'tasks', Feasts-on-Bones can often be found... Off-task, distracted from his work by rather trivial things. This does not mean he is an ineffective servant, nor that he is a fool: Most of his 'free time' is spent concocting new potions with which to spread the glory of Peryite, or seeking more effective methods of Daedra summoning. The Planemeld and Oblivion Crisis are both historical fascinations of his, gleaned mostly through tattered tomes found in ruins he has been 'compelled' to explore by his master.

Capabilities

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Skills:

• Conjuration Expert
• Alchemy Expert
• Restoration Adept
• Provisioning Apprentice
• Medicine Apprentice
• One-Handed Blade Novice

Weaknesses:
He is a clumsy, frail creature with nearly no ability to lie when in danger, and if cornered, tends to freeze up and panic.
Relations and Affiliations:
Peryite: His god and master, to whom he is a devoted servant. He does his best to ensure that the will of the Taskmaster is fulfilled at all times.
Walks-at-Dusk: His mother, whom he has not seen in a very, very long time. He misses her, sometimes.
Spells:
Conjuration
Summon Clannfear
Summon Winged Twilight
Summon Familiar
Summon Flaming Familiar
Soul Trap

Restoration
Lesser Ward
Close Wounds
Healing Hands

Combat Style: Feasts-on-Bones is a coward and weakling, plain and simple, and in a fair fight, is more likely to flee than stand his ground. He prefers 'subtle' combat such as poisoning an opponent long beforehand, and relies mostly on his summoned companions to protect him from unexpected dangers.

Other Capabilities: Link to Peryite, combined with the fact that he is an Argonian, makes him nigh-invulnerable to poison and disease.

Inventory

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Cash:
25 Septims
Tools and Crafting Materials:
Expert Alembic, Expert Calcinator, Expert Mortar & Pestle, Expert Retort
Clothing and Armor:
Robes of Minor Conjuration, Braided Leather Sandals
Weapon and Ammunition:
Steel Dagger
Potion and Arcane Supplies:
Apothecary's Satchel (Glow Dust, Onion, Bonemeal, Lady's Smock)
Jewelry, Valuables and Personal Belongings:
None.
Books and Documents:
A journal, detailing his travels and those to whom he has 'spread Peryite's blessing'.
Food, Drinks and Ingredients:
Five loaves of bread and a waterskin.
Load Bearing Equipment:
None
Other: A constant Clannfear companion.

Made a character with which to test the waters.

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

I notice there's a thing about no Daedric equipment, but could I potentially play a Daedra worshiper?

The Elder Scrolls: Fruits of Contention - Chapter 1 (Completed)

this still open, and if yes, what's your opinion on... Less than traditional Elder Scrolls Races? (Maormer most specifically.)

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

Character Sheet for Bullied Youth

Name: Josoto Seiko

Title: The Princess

Gender: Male

Age: 12

Height: 125 cm

Weight: 23 kg

Appearance:
Very petite and effeminate, unintimidating in both physical build and demeanor.

Personality: Seiko is very timid, as a result of his utterly small stature and particularly feminine build. He's quite withdrawn, having been bullied all his life as a freak and a loser. In turn, these negative, introverted aspects cause him to bottle up his anger, only ever letting it out when he finds himself truly, utterly humiliated, offended, or upset. When he does let loose his rage and frustration, it's quite a sight, like the world's smallest volcano erupting.

His shyness isn't just when dealing with other people, however. Even on his lonesome, he's typically indecisive, inarticulate, and generally a bit of a stammering child. Almost any amount of pressure being put on him is 'too much', and he's entirely unused to the attentions of others in a positive way. Were he to be complimented, genuinely complimented, he might even faint.

Short Bio: As an 'orphan', raised by his uncle when his parents 'disappeared'... Seiko has never had friends. He was always to effeminate for boys to like him, and always to pathetic for girls to like him. He was, in every way, a loner. The only exception was his beloved uncle, who loved him unconditionally, showering him with affection. It was his uncle who encouraged his passions for music and art, and his uncle who cared for him when he came home, bruised and beaten by the local bullies.

He didn't have a particularly happy life, all things considered, but it wasn't utterly terrible. He had a family member who loved him, and he had his passions, and that was enough. He still has those things, but recently, he's started longing for more, to be more... And one day, he was given the chance, when on his way home, he was accosted by the same local gang of bullies. As they closed in on him, he shut his eyes, moving his hands over his face to protect it from bruising... When he heard sounds of a struggle, and then screaming, and then people fleeing. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself surrounded by strange, amalgamated masses of crystal, their hand-appendages coated in the blood of his tormentors. And that was the day his life started getting better, for good.

Powers: Crystalline Constructs: He is capable of animating beings from nothingness, in the form of either humanoid or quadrupedal beasts that appear to be made of thick glass, or some variety of crystal. They have very limited autonomy and are capable of taking simple orders.

Weapons: None, he's absolutely terrible in physical combat.

Equipment: Dress of the Ancients: A very feminine, frilly lolita dress that Seiko received as a 'gift' from his uncle. When worn, it provides the wearer with invulnerability to brute-force harm. Suffocation is still a threat... Which for many is a problem, considering it is impossible to modify, and fitted for an eight-year-old girl. This is not, however, a problem for Seiko. How and why it came into his family's possession is an utter mystery to him.

Other: Perfect for bullying.

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

Literal thin air. Thing is, they only exist as long as he's capable of creating them. So if he ends up unconscious, they dissipate.

Chasers - Boundary of the Crimson Sky [remake]

clarification: I mean brute force. That means fire, strangulation, electrocution, drowning, and poison all still effect him. So yeah, he could survive a meteor, but probably not the inferno and smoke afterwards.