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Prince, I know it is kind of dicky from someone whose post include horrific amount og mistakes, but could you please make a difference between there and their? It´s kind of confusing.
Four years ago
He couldn´t do it anymore. His body couldn´t handle the sex, drugs and black magic style of life. His hairs were grey, hands shaky and legs weak.
Cian felt like a zombie, a mere shadow of his former glory. He knew he would eventually pay for things he had done, but he hoped that his payment will be required after he dies, no sooner.
Also his mind mind was slowly decaying. Not that he was any less brighter than he used to be, he had knowledge most people would kill for, or at least he had killed for it, but insanity was slowly coming . His days were blurry and time became a rather relative thing. There was no order in his life, no laws or restriction and Cian was paying the price for it.
Not to mention that annoying little thing, the conscience, turning up again after long time, making Cian feel even more miserable. His night were haunted by memories of the things he had done in the past. Things that once make him feel proud and powerful turned into terrible nightmares.
He decided to run from this kind of life. From life of moral depravity and terrible actions. Cian wanted to make a change, to undo his sins and live the rest of his life as normally as possible. He knew that hell was waiting for him, long lost illusions about afterlife in heaven, but he still wanted to make something good of his life.
It hasn´t taken him much time to pack his things. He hasn´t got much without ancient books of occult lore and talismans of same kind. Just spare cloth, some money and his weary old trench coat. That was all Cain needed, he was running after all, so he had to keep himself light footed.
He was just about to leave, when doors burst open. In them stood Emily, beautiful as ever. Even if Cian´s relationship with her wasn´t by no means normal, he still loved her, although love wasn´t exactly fitting word for it. It was more like mutual desire for each other. Cain felt like a moth and Emily was his fire.
"You are leaving?" she asked him Her voice was like angel´s, strongly contrasting with her black leather-and-chains visage.
It was now or never, he thought. "Yes, I am leaving. This.. I cannot live like this anymore."
His answer clearly surprised her and her voice became more dreadful "What do you mean like this? What is wrong with this?! Our lives are like fulfilled dreams!"
"That´s the reason! I want to live a life, not his dreamy version. I can´t remember most of last few years, it´s all like blurry stain. Nothing feels real anymore. You could come with me, it´s not too late for us to begin a real life," he said, but he felt that for Emily it already was too late. She had embraced this rigorous life style even more than he did and there was no chance for her to change.
"Don´t be fool!"
" I won´t be"" he answered and tried to find his way through, but Emily stopped him.
"You are not going anywhere!" she yelled with madness in her voice, but Cian just pushed her aside. He used more strength the was necessary and she fell on the ground, even more enraged.
"I said, you are not going!" Emily shouted and jumped on him with a shiny, ornamental knife. She was determined to stop him, even at expense of his life. Cian was able to stop her from stabbing him hand and they ended up struggling for a moment. In the end Cian had upper hand on her and was able to turn the blade from himself to Emily, who speared herself on it.
He was terrified by his action, and tried to pull the knife out and stop the bleeding, but it was too late, the wound was lethal. Emily on the other side dropped her rage and looked strangely calm. "Running will do you no good now..." she said spitefully in English and then added sentence in unknown language. Air trembled and strange feeling washed over Cian.
She was right. He could never run from his curse.
One day ago
Cian opened his eyes, clearly annoyed by the dream he had. It was all what nightmares could do, just annoy him. When your life looks like commercial for B grade horror movie, things like bad dreams become just a minor annoyance. And this one wasn´t even proper nightmare, just a painful memory, very painful one... The only dreams that could make him truly shiver were the prophetic ones about murders, and even they depended on amount of creativity the murderer possesed.
He shook his head to clear it, but it was never quite possible for him. Choir of voices have taken care of it. At least they were kind of calm this time, fortunately there weren´t many thing on airport that could excite them. He was still unsure why they send him. Almost everyone would be better to choice to greet the new asset to their team, but they send him, not exactly most cheerful guy team had to offer.
Maybe they send him because he was from England, thinking that familiar accent could make the newcomer feel more welcomed. Cian seriously doubted that.
"He should already be here..." he said
He couldn´t do it anymore. His body couldn´t handle the sex, drugs and black magic style of life. His hairs were grey, hands shaky and legs weak.
Cian felt like a zombie, a mere shadow of his former glory. He knew he would eventually pay for things he had done, but he hoped that his payment will be required after he dies, no sooner.
Also his mind mind was slowly decaying. Not that he was any less brighter than he used to be, he had knowledge most people would kill for, or at least he had killed for it, but insanity was slowly coming . His days were blurry and time became a rather relative thing. There was no order in his life, no laws or restriction and Cian was paying the price for it.
Not to mention that annoying little thing, the conscience, turning up again after long time, making Cian feel even more miserable. His night were haunted by memories of the things he had done in the past. Things that once make him feel proud and powerful turned into terrible nightmares.
He decided to run from this kind of life. From life of moral depravity and terrible actions. Cian wanted to make a change, to undo his sins and live the rest of his life as normally as possible. He knew that hell was waiting for him, long lost illusions about afterlife in heaven, but he still wanted to make something good of his life.
It hasn´t taken him much time to pack his things. He hasn´t got much without ancient books of occult lore and talismans of same kind. Just spare cloth, some money and his weary old trench coat. That was all Cain needed, he was running after all, so he had to keep himself light footed.
He was just about to leave, when doors burst open. In them stood Emily, beautiful as ever. Even if Cian´s relationship with her wasn´t by no means normal, he still loved her, although love wasn´t exactly fitting word for it. It was more like mutual desire for each other. Cain felt like a moth and Emily was his fire.
"You are leaving?" she asked him Her voice was like angel´s, strongly contrasting with her black leather-and-chains visage.
It was now or never, he thought. "Yes, I am leaving. This.. I cannot live like this anymore."
His answer clearly surprised her and her voice became more dreadful "What do you mean like this? What is wrong with this?! Our lives are like fulfilled dreams!"
"That´s the reason! I want to live a life, not his dreamy version. I can´t remember most of last few years, it´s all like blurry stain. Nothing feels real anymore. You could come with me, it´s not too late for us to begin a real life," he said, but he felt that for Emily it already was too late. She had embraced this rigorous life style even more than he did and there was no chance for her to change.
"Don´t be fool!"
" I won´t be"" he answered and tried to find his way through, but Emily stopped him.
"You are not going anywhere!" she yelled with madness in her voice, but Cian just pushed her aside. He used more strength the was necessary and she fell on the ground, even more enraged.
"I said, you are not going!" Emily shouted and jumped on him with a shiny, ornamental knife. She was determined to stop him, even at expense of his life. Cian was able to stop her from stabbing him hand and they ended up struggling for a moment. In the end Cian had upper hand on her and was able to turn the blade from himself to Emily, who speared herself on it.
He was terrified by his action, and tried to pull the knife out and stop the bleeding, but it was too late, the wound was lethal. Emily on the other side dropped her rage and looked strangely calm. "Running will do you no good now..." she said spitefully in English and then added sentence in unknown language. Air trembled and strange feeling washed over Cian.
She was right. He could never run from his curse.
One day ago
Cian opened his eyes, clearly annoyed by the dream he had. It was all what nightmares could do, just annoy him. When your life looks like commercial for B grade horror movie, things like bad dreams become just a minor annoyance. And this one wasn´t even proper nightmare, just a painful memory, very painful one... The only dreams that could make him truly shiver were the prophetic ones about murders, and even they depended on amount of creativity the murderer possesed.
He shook his head to clear it, but it was never quite possible for him. Choir of voices have taken care of it. At least they were kind of calm this time, fortunately there weren´t many thing on airport that could excite them. He was still unsure why they send him. Almost everyone would be better to choice to greet the new asset to their team, but they send him, not exactly most cheerful guy team had to offer.
Maybe they send him because he was from England, thinking that familiar accent could make the newcomer feel more welcomed. Cian seriously doubted that.
"He should already be here..." he said
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Hello, my (fictional) name is Zherdee and I am here to do some RP and I (un)fortunately can´t do it alone, so I am looking for some other individual (doesn´t have to be human, extra-terrestrial species are OK) who would group up with me.
My skills are (or at least I hope they are) fairy casual. Usually I can write 2-3 paragraphs per post, but it mostly depends on what I get. If you write me a one sentence (please don´t write me once sentence), don´t expect me to write an essay in response. I can write fairly often, once per day or two, and will inform you if there would be something keeping me from posting. This said, I am looking for someone similarly skilled and active. As man, I would prefer to play male character but I have no gender restriction for my RP partner (by n
As for what kind of roleplay I prefer: I tend more to the fantasy genre, or at least to its more naturalistic brethrens (The Witcher by Sapkwovski, Black company by Glen Cook..) or to science fiction with emphasis on fiction. l am huge fan (read: portable wikipedia) of Warhammer40k and I like things being little bit more grimdark .
I enjoy some action in the RP, but as person with mind of someone between Game of Thrones character and the cartoonish villian, I also like a little bit of intrigues, conspiracies and other political dickery. Also I kind of enjoy a little bit of romance in the story (although my manly part would want to go smack down a horse for admitting it), but only MxF (only bromance with guys) and it should be essential to do plot, not its main interest.
Sooo any takers?
My skills are (or at least I hope they are) fairy casual. Usually I can write 2-3 paragraphs per post, but it mostly depends on what I get. If you write me a one sentence (please don´t write me once sentence), don´t expect me to write an essay in response. I can write fairly often, once per day or two, and will inform you if there would be something keeping me from posting. This said, I am looking for someone similarly skilled and active. As man, I would prefer to play male character but I have no gender restriction for my RP partner (by n
As for what kind of roleplay I prefer: I tend more to the fantasy genre, or at least to its more naturalistic brethrens (The Witcher by Sapkwovski, Black company by Glen Cook..) or to science fiction with emphasis on fiction. l am huge fan (read: portable wikipedia) of Warhammer40k and I like things being little bit more grimdark .
I enjoy some action in the RP, but as person with mind of someone between Game of Thrones character and the cartoonish villian, I also like a little bit of intrigues, conspiracies and other political dickery. Also I kind of enjoy a little bit of romance in the story (although my manly part would want to go smack down a horse for admitting it), but only MxF (only bromance with guys) and it should be essential to do plot, not its main interest.
Sooo any takers?
This sounds cool. There is something intruiging on huge metal (I mean both kinds of metal) colloses with extensive weaponry. I just want to ask, if there would be any problem with mech looking like this
I know it doesn´t really into realistic/anime category but how can you not fall in love with such beast?
From sign, it looks like Mattmanganon is out. Do you want to make this Rp even so?
Sounds cool.
Great! Just one or two guys more and we can start.
You have been one of the Emperor´s finest. You were his armed fists, his anvil and hammer. Some of you were mighty space marines, fighting your traitorous brethren, or devoted daughters of Emperor, purging heretics with their righteous zeal. Some of you came from countless ranks of Imperial Guard, veterans of countless battles, elite stromtroopers or dreaded commisars. Maybe you have even never stood on field of battle, but hunted heretics and criminals in peaceful times as one of the Adeptus Arbites, enforcing sacred lex imperialis. None of this matters now.
You have failed your duty to your saint liege. Maybe it was fate, an unfortunate accident or you were just lacking zeal and skill to fulfill your sacred duty. But it´s not an end. They say, that only in dead your duty ends and you are not dead, are you? You have been stripped by all of your badges of honor. All your achievement were shadowed by bitterness of your failure, but you are still alive and your holy duty calls. You have been given second chance. Second chance so you can make your wrongs right, so when time comes, you will be able to look Emperor into eyes and tell him you have done your best.
You may call this chance a merciful, but chance itself means nothing. It´s only up to you if you can redeem yourself, if you can find salvation trough your duty.
Plot: You were group of dishonored or convicted servants of Imperium waiting on your upcoming execution, but your sentence was change from dead to eternal servitude for inquisitor Haribal of Ordo Herticus (self-proclaimed expert on divination and tarot, there were some rumors in past, that he was radical, but his zeal and religious fury silenced most of them). Now you are aboard rough trader´s vessel Vecordia Fidelium where your new life is about to start.
Character sheet:
Name:
Background: (what was character´s former position in Imperium, psyker in service of Imperial guard, Ultramarine apocethary, magos of Priesthood of Mars...)
Appearance: (can be picture or text, I am fine with both)
Personality: (what character likes and dislikes, motivations, temper...)
History: (From where character is, remarkable things he done and how he fall from grace)
Equipment: (armor, weapons, bionics, and other non-standard stuff)
You have failed your duty to your saint liege. Maybe it was fate, an unfortunate accident or you were just lacking zeal and skill to fulfill your sacred duty. But it´s not an end. They say, that only in dead your duty ends and you are not dead, are you? You have been stripped by all of your badges of honor. All your achievement were shadowed by bitterness of your failure, but you are still alive and your holy duty calls. You have been given second chance. Second chance so you can make your wrongs right, so when time comes, you will be able to look Emperor into eyes and tell him you have done your best.
You may call this chance a merciful, but chance itself means nothing. It´s only up to you if you can redeem yourself, if you can find salvation trough your duty.
Plot: You were group of dishonored or convicted servants of Imperium waiting on your upcoming execution, but your sentence was change from dead to eternal servitude for inquisitor Haribal of Ordo Herticus (self-proclaimed expert on divination and tarot, there were some rumors in past, that he was radical, but his zeal and religious fury silenced most of them). Now you are aboard rough trader´s vessel Vecordia Fidelium where your new life is about to start.
Character sheet:
Name:
Background: (what was character´s former position in Imperium, psyker in service of Imperial guard, Ultramarine apocethary, magos of Priesthood of Mars...)
Appearance: (can be picture or text, I am fine with both)
Personality: (what character likes and dislikes, motivations, temper...)
History: (From where character is, remarkable things he done and how he fall from grace)
Equipment: (armor, weapons, bionics, and other non-standard stuff)
It will be single character, but there will be an option to command lower ranking soldiers.
OOC done: OOC
OOC done: OOC
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