Tirana looks at Felix, she almost frowns slighlty "why would I need more clothes? I like to dress like this" She looks up at the psyker, from his point of view he would probably have good view over her "assets" "I mean... do you have anything against it?"
"No, I do not have anything angainst it. There is just not enough place for the holy words of Lorgar, I would say. Well, it is also possible to paint or cut them on your skin, so no reason for you to change your style." He smiles. "A secret, this seems to be interesting. I would gladly help you to remove that demon, but the preparations would take more time than we have now. Well, at least if you want to survive it. So the one next to Ramiel is Callistan?" He turnes to Richard. "So you are the one, who shot the odd man? The patterns of his thoughts were worth examining, but the past is gone. You also are a vessel for a demon, aren´t you? If you want to have it removed, you will have to queue up." Edit: OOC: removed the reference to Marius (doesn´t seem like something Felix would tell anyone) OOC for Bjorn: just come and mess, test this brass necklace of yours
*Alexander walked over to the rest of the group* "do ALL of you have a daemon inside of you? this is interesting..." *he said sounding rather amused*
IC: He felt the daemon stir. Richard could have the daemon banished once and for all. However, unlike the Arch-Prophet, it still had its uses. "The daemon bound within me is of my will alone," he responded to Felix. "There is no need to remove it."
"daemons do not obey mortals, they only aid when they get something in return, so he is only 'of your will' as long as you make it happy, unless it is bound into a weapon, then it can not force you into doing its will"
"A daemon is not bound by physical borders like we are. Even a daemon in a weapon could control someone. But in some circumstances daemons can benefit their hosts. Do you want a daemon aligned to Tzeentch to calm your tember? I could help you with this, although i prefer summoning unaligned daemons. " Felix took a look at Ramiel, making sure he was still busy. OOC: 5 minutes too late...
Name: Yaron Embertome Weapons: Flame specialized Powermaul (basically a Powertorch held in one hand) and a mechanical glove with built-in flamer (blue flames) Distinguishing Marks: singed hair (missing a few brows...), mechanical left hand, a Mechadendrite tail, tipped by a melta cutter. Omnious-looking gasmask and a dark red hood. wearing non-flammable, regular looking, dark red clothes. History: "Born and raised on Ichabon V, an forgeworld on the far western fringe of the galaxy. raised to be a techpriest, a proffesion i despised with all my heart from the moment i could understand the word, but was forced to start my training anyway. By the age of 15 i was already the best techpriest of my age, far superior to most of my friends and 'masters', but i were never interested in their machines and i despised it just as much as i dreaded i would. The one thing i was interested in was Fire, all consuming infernos and raging blazes, fire in all its forms was, and still is, the only thing i've ever really cared about. by the age of 25 i started to get the whispers from the changer of ways. i was able to block them out for 2 full years, before finally subcoming to the calls of the great sorcerer. I gave in to his will, and saw myself, almost as a spectator, burn my entire family to a crisp, and then i wake up in a cell, a terrible, stinking, dark and damp cell. i soon realise that i have no way of summoning any flames, and in my desperation, i call out to Tzeentch, to get me away from this cell. for months i get no answer from him, but then, i finally hear his answer, and i make a pact with him. if he gets me out of this cell, i'll make the world burn for him, which i, without any second though, agree to. the next morning i wake up, noticing the complete silence, i spring up from where i was sleeping, walking out into the corridor, through the mysteriously opened door. i see upon the ground the twitching remains of my guard keeper, mutated almost beyond recognition. i spot my belongings and grab them. i hear the sound of running people, behind me, and i start to sprint away. i eventually succed in smuggeling myself of the planet on a starship that takes me to the hive world Rorke Primaris. I've been stranded here for 4 years now, living on murdering and assassinations." Flaws: CRAZY-pyromaniac (will abandon missions, if i see the chance to burn and incinerate. Easy to detect (because of the fire). Perpetually reeking of burned things (OOC: sorry for being late to the 'party', hope its OK. Iwill writhe in 3rd person, if that is preffered)
"no sorcerer, my mind and body are my own" *he said sounding somewhat threatening, and the collar of Khorne seemed to almost glow slightly at the mention that it may have to stop a possession*
