Took the liberty of compiling a link to all the character profiles so far (pending approval from Casavay on some), because they're all a bit spread out. Got a good sized retinue going. ---- Lianna Brooks (Kasrkin) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-19#post-1318098 Ayanga Ined (White Scars Librarian) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-20#post-1318272 Alexander Kiel-Bell (Arbites Chastener) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-20#post-1318344 Turgis Gremwel (Elysian Veteran) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-20#post-1318905 Sergeant Azazel (Lords of Destruction Astartes) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-21#post-1318988 Josef Skyruss (Crusader) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-21#post-1319386 Mako Drachma (Flight Marshal) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-24#post-1320604 Saven Celeste Dakol (Spyrer) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-25#post-1321558 Dekkas Mosron (Sanctioned Xenos) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-25#post-1321559 Nicole Blackstar (Sororitas Celestian / Pariah) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-26#post-1321595 Celes 'Celestia' Ferronica van Alderson (Mechanicus Iron Maiden) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-26#post-1321664 Marie Castella (Sororitas Celestian) http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/thr...isition-inq-rp-ooc.60498/page-26#post-1323963
@XV-878 Thank you for being the hero we didnt deserve but the hero we needed . Since the hero we deserved was probably a goldfish, we dont deserve much.
Since we've yet to officially start I would say it's safe to say we could still take another player but I would send a PM towards @Casavay for permission because we are quite full at the moment. Normally I would say the more the merrier except this isn't mine unfortunately...this time...
Glorious compliliation.I marvel and encourage this systematic approach to the more analytical sides of being in a RP!
Waiting Room Music accompaniment: View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7Phn7h6-5M Well I tried @Jolojose looks like we're not taking any more late comers. You should try expressing interest in the tavern that you want to RP a specific type and if there's enough people, someone might start an interest thread for it.
I presume that includes my character as well! Under such presumption I shall unveil the sacred data: Name (Designation): Reidan Zeth - 'The Golden Myrmidon'; Gender (Reproductive affiliation) : Presumably male; Age (Years Uncalculated but Observed): Unknown; Species (His Chosen): Homo technologicus; Class (Designated Calling): Myrmidon Centurius of Adeptus Mechanicus`s Auxilia Myrmidon; Past affiliations (Unseen speckle In His Plan): -Prefecture Magisterium, Magister; -Divine Cult of Sollex, Adept; (Weapons)Tools of His Blessed Ruin: - Transonic Halberd; Spoiler Transonic Halberd - when fed power- emits a low, insistent buzz that makes stomachs turn and eyes vibrate in their sockets. When it strike armour, this weapon will adjust its hostile sonic field to match its resonant frequency, quickly slicing right through it. -Electrostatic gauntlet (left); Spoiler Electropriests (most notably Corpuscarii) wear metal apparatus around their wrists that channels tremendous electrostatic potential from dorsal generators. This can be discharged in a cascade of killing lightning. (Armour) Armaments Entrusted: Gold-Inlaid Artificer Armor combined with Calixian Techpriest Robes of War-Savant; Spoiler The armour worn by the more warlike priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus makes even the advanced Mark VIII power armour of the Adeptus Astartes seem basic by comparison. Each suit of war plate is a work of art, its electrofibre bundles and ceramite plates customised to the wearer via a hundred cybernetic interfaces. For many of the Omnissiah’s faithful it is nigh impossible to determine where the armour ends and the wearer begins. (Special Equipment) Gifts Bestowed: -Electro-graft (protrudes as a needle from his right,metal enmeshed index finger) ; -Electoos tattooed all across his left portion of the body and on the inside of his battleplate, in shapes of holy conduit circuitry, enmeshing electro-statical (dis)charges across his body and equipment; -Potentia-coil strapped to his back, sticking out of his armored mesh-plate like a pressure seal, but hidden beneath his voluminous robes; -Cranial integration with his battle-plate helmet interface offering Reidan total awareness across the spectra.Also makes his helmet a literally death-mask. -Enhanced exo-skeleton; -Enhanced data-tether replacing organic mouth, cast in livery of a golden vox-grille across the lower portion of his death-mask.Powered by arduous ritual and arcane machinery it also functions as: Vox; Enhanced vox-box; -Rite of Autosanguination performed; -Emotional inhibitors; -Noospherically augmented; -Servo-arm coupled in its harness are three mechadendrite tentacles.They are attached with: Prehensile dataspike; Photonic las-projector; Photonic las-projector; (Personality) Servant`s Personality Matrices: Spoiler Once belonging to Prefecture Magisterium, passing the Divine Law as one of its Magisters, Techpriest Reidan has given himself fully to the art of war over the long period of his life, taking upon himself the responsibility of protecting the shrines and data-vaults of the Machine God that have been forsaken by others.Thus he is a heavily augmented savant of war prosecuting His Justice in a more direct manner. Litany of the Damned - by the powers of his own mental acuity and his experience as a Magister, Reidan is able to recall a malovent code that he would emit thought his vox-box as a curse to those that would use Omnissiah`s own tools against him. War-savant - embroiled in combat and the tools that make it possibly waging it, Reidan finds the unchallenged divinity of the Iron Messiah - and as such usually breaks all problems upon the cruicible of battle. Empathical - a strange trait he has developed in his correspondence with various pilgrims and fellow explorers, by tuning his emotional inhibitors in accordance with their social needs; Prefecture Magister - intolerant toward the techno-heretics or Xanthian Techpriests; Adept of the Divine Cult of Sollex - especially curious toward light and photon technology, and the weapons he creates are usually incorporating such technologies in one form or another. Shrouded in Humility - despite his outward appearance, Reidan came to control the predatorial ambition and unbound curiosity that he shared with some of his peers.Over the long course of his life he came to value and respect the mortal viewing of sacrifice and the hardships of everyday life, even if it is sometimes misguided. (Appearance) The Image Contradictory: The gigantic bulk of this rare Techpriest is not only staggering as a display of force, but also in silent majesty that is shown in the masterful workmanship and delicate care of every inch of his equipment. Clenching in his hands the blue-edged Transonic Halberd,Reidan is taller then an average Astartes due to his enhanced bone-density and gene-hanced pistoned bulk,propeled by his exo-skeleton.Servo-arm stands motionlessly above his head,while three much slender and agile mechadendrite tentacle dance around him.Both of his hands have been enmeshed with metal,fusing the flesh,bone and metal together forever (Prior History) Chronology of a Servant: Spoiler Inducted as a young boy into the Adeptus Mechanicus, promising much, his already developed analytical mind and his intellectual prowess has seen him standing out among the bred-stock of the teeming labor force . Techpriest Reidan Zeth (later known as the Golden) served for three decades loyally as a Techpriest rising thought the ranks of the Tygress IV Forge World in the Calixis Sector, his strong moral compass leading him to forsake the Great Quest and thus he immersed himself into scrying Omnissiah`s will.His talents more fitting now for the stern and panoptic eye of the Magisterium, he donned the cloak of a Magister passing judgement upon the meek and foolish, in vain hopes that all is well within the innumerable cogs of the Divine Machine that is the Imperium. Until he met a cog that refused to turn. The nature of this case, once viewed by Reidan, was not the one of madness or spurred by inbred malicious forces from the Outside.It was one of misplaced arrogance. Corteza-Unit, a Prime Hermeticon of meager repute and even humbler possessions of Division Astrographicus, found an error within an ancient warp engine on one of many factory-ships that orbited the Forge World.Apperently its Mandevellian Matrix (a sensor that delineates the point at which interplanetary debris falls below maximum Warp density, and Warp-drive can be engaged) was not synchronized with the Navigator`s Throne.Without the knowledge of a Magos or the ship`s Captain she ordered the Caretaker of the Enginarium to execute immediate calibration based on her findings or be found wanting. A week later, as the Ignarus Integro engaged its warp-drives, the titanic starship was torn inside in seconds, and for a few moments another dawn rose across Tygress IV nightside. Found wanting for untold destruction and loss of material, data and life, she pleaded innocent by right of a Hermeticon, her service and infailty of her Divisio.In her stead, her Apprenta was taken, charged with her crimes. Reidan was appaled.After reviewing the work of his fellow Magisters he took matters into his own hands, bringing death to the Corteza and her house. Unable to comprehend the simple fraily of being a human, even to those so blessed in the Mechanicum and prosecuted by his fellow peers, Reidan forsook the mantle of a Magister and imposed self-exile by joining the Explorator Fleet that ventured beyond far away from the Tygress IV,hoping that in aiding the Great Quest he abandoned so long ago, would find redemption and...understanding. Reidan spent more then ten years into the depths of space aboard the legendary Mechanicum Arks and alien worlds that never knew His Light.Yet such voyages were not without peril and more then one dire situation forced him to take up arms to defend himself, more then once he was forced to cast away dogmatic ritual in favor of lateral thinking, his comrades and precious knowledge threading the path of war. As the expedition around him changed as they cruised though the deep dark, he changed too.His body that was before pristine and noble, was not bulky and scarred.His hands that never knew nothing more but a gentle touch of a data-slate, were now enhanced and use to hardships. Even his eyes were not his own, and so many years has passed since he has seen his face.He was not sure he even had any to show for it anymore, seeing nothing but what his enemies would behold.A golden death-mask with green and red glows imbedded into his sockets, arcane machinery ticking slowly inside, to some sub-sonic hum as he saw world around him like no mortal can. (Recruitment)Fealty Forged in Iron and Blood: Spoiler Red tracers of crudely directed light, made black pockmarks upon the humble stone that had the bearing of a once regal if small shrine, that had the obvious marks of negligence and disrepair. A steady staccato of a exotic-variant autogun rattled the air, an autogun that Reidan, with a cursory glance observed it was illegaly modified, rattled the air as its aim was guided by an unsteady hand. The person holding it, exhuded alarming amount of sweat under his voluminous robe as he tried to take down the shrine`s sole guardian.In truth he would fail just as score of his comrades already have and he knew it. Directing his sizable bulk with piston-directed speed that seemed both unnatural and graceful, the bulky Centurius shoved a half-rotten wooden bench out of his way, catapulting the piece of furniture into the assailants comrade who held a hellgun, crushing him under the hard, oaken wood, with a crunch of bones and prematurely cut crackle of vox though his mask. For decades he lived in peace on the Imperial world of Kaledon, even if it was 'Imperial' in name only.This world knew nothing but constant suffering and strife, as the planetary clans clashed with each other in perpetual war of iron blades and crude spears.Only once every solar year, would Administratum reach out this world,a world that never knew His Light, and take their tithe in manpower - for constant conflict bred hard men and women. Upon this world, Reidan found his purpose renewed by guarding an old shrine to the Machine God, whom the natives in carelessness and ignorance left to disrepair.Every now and again his constant tending to the shrine and silent vigil of its flickering cogitators would be interrupted as a marauding band intruded to these hallowed grounds.By doing odd-jobs for them and giving them a cutting edge, in their nonsensical bloodbath, he would be left alone. Until now that is. Tonight he found intruders in the mainhall, the assailants counting his presence but not his expertise in combat.These men and women looked different and bore themselves differently to the natives, but have overestimated their negotional power.As he sat on one of the benches, one of the men, with a all-seeing eye on his helmet and a ancient numeral on his breastplate overstepped and tried to sieze him.In the light of flickering lumens and tense nerves, tensions sparked and in less then few minutes, the hall looked like a battlefield, with dozens dead or dying bleeding on its grass-pocked marble floor. Picking the man up (who still clenched his autogun) like a doll by his throat and slamming him into wall, Reidan was horrified to find a half-dead Techpriest - Logis by the look of his augmentations, wriggling in his arms, spouting something about an 'Edict' and 'His Divine Judgement'. After what was a few very tense hours, Reidan found himself in orbit aboard a starship under heavily armed escort, passing purity and incorruptibility tests, swearing fealty to an Inquisitor, in hopes that his services would recompense the loss of men and material that he has brought to the her. As he took to his knee, somewhere deep in his neo-cortex, his cogitator whirled and displayed him a chronological set of events that led him to be in this situation.He would smile if he still had mouth. For it was irony.
