Thank you. And glad to have another (almost) Sanguine Templar pop up in another Rp. Just a heads up (because I do not remember if you were still around for the discussion on gene flaws), he may perhaps have elongated gangs and orange to yellow colored eyes. That is due to something in the current campaign which we have yet to finish (due to my inability to get my shit back together for creating a story). Link to information if you wish to re-read anything... http://forum.eternalcrusade.com/threads/descendants-of-blood-ooc-thread.48720/page-92#post-1076770
He did spend alot of time around spcae marines which is enough to give the average imperium person some serious envy because well who doesnt want to be around te emprah's most holy sphess mahreens
I couldn't keep up, so yeah that would definitely be a nice strike of balance. Perhaps I should only go with the fangs and have still regular eyes. Since you know, not being too creepy.... xD It's not like he is gonna brag 'bout it! Probably even a feel of dissent or perhaps happiness to have gotten away to pursue personal goals. #EgoHumans
@Uriel1339 Makes perfect sense. The fangs are always a nice addition, could also be a sign of a struggle with a certain other flaw that sons of Sanguinius right with.
Name: Marcus Skyruss Class:Wasteland Survivalist Rank:Crewman Gender:Male Age:40 Height:2 meters Weight:120 kg Appearance: A tall and muscular man whose arms and parts of his chest and face have mutated to have the skin turn black and become tough leathery in appearance along with the tips of his fingers turning into black claws. The black skin encroached upon his head as most of his chest and back had been taken over by the mutation with spots of normal skin here and there in irregular intervals but the lower half of his body and head appeared to remain normal besides a streak of black skin the comes up from his neck and stops as his right eye which has turned black with a red pupil. He had a short unkempt grizzled beard that matched his shaggy black hair that was dotted with grey hairs making him appear older than he really is. Scars: Despite his mutations a large amount of burn scars and bullet wounds doted his upper and lower body and a single long horizontal gash went across his chest, proof of his violent history. Clothing/Armor: He can normally be found wearing a button up plaid flannel shirt along with jeans and simple but sturdy leather boots. When in combat he wears a custom suit of Carapace armor he called the Warlord suit albeit it is far from it's prime with most of it's advanced functions all but eroded away from use and lack of maintenance as Marcus simply doesn't have the knowledge to repair and maintain such advanced equipment. Though even without it's advanced systems it was still high quality carapace armor. Background:Once a simple wanderer looking for a brother that was taken from him Marcus found himself in many violent confrontations in his younger years wandering a massive chemical wasteland on the hive world of Taranis. He spent over half of his life in that wasteland struggling to survive everyday with the singular purpose of finding his brother. It took him a decade to get out of that hell hole he once called home and managed to get into a hive city where he more or less drifted for a few days before hearing about a small gang forming in the underhive. His curiosity got the better of him and he joined the small gang which was dubbed the Black Hand which may or may not had been his idea. He ran with this gang for a couple of years and made friends with the other founders even if some of their principles vastly different or polar opposites. But this wouldn't last forever as two years or so after the black hand's founding he found himself leaving the group for reasons he'd rather not discuss and used the vast quantity of money he had accumulated over his long career as a brutal but fair gang leader to get himself to the hive's space port and signed on as a crewman of an outbound trade vessel. Four years have now passed since then and hes managed to find himself a position on a rouge trader's crew but has yet to uncover the trail of his long lost brother and to be completely honest is starting to grow tired of it all. He's begun to question his purpose in life after searching for his brother for more than a decade with nothing to show for it. The memories of the people he abandoned haunt him and his already shaky psyche is starting to loosen with each coming day producing nightmares that wake him in the middle of the night almost reduced to a mixture of screaming and tears. This was not the life he had envisioned for himself when he left his home settlement but this was the only life he had so he will persevere not matter the cost if not for himself then for his brother who's still out there some where in the great beyond waiting. Equipment: Warlord armor(minus the horns):In it's prime this suit of armor was the most advanced piece of personal protection Marcus had ever seen. But unfortunately the years have not been kind to the delicate inner workings forcing Marcus to either take them out or sell them leaving the once proud suit little more than fancy looking carapace armor. Right gauntlet: A piece of the Warlord armor designed to protect his hands and forearm Marcus had this one outfitted with a hidden high caliber stub pistol to be used as a last resort if he ever found himself disarmed during combat. If one looked at the fingers they would notice that they had been fitted with hollow claws so Marcus can fit his hand in comfortably. Left Gauntlet: Similar to it's right handed counterpart this one was instead outfitted with a retractable single edged knife blade stationed at the wrist. Blind Fury: A primitive looking sword designed by Marcus himself this blade was once outfitted with a shockfield to surprise opponents mid combat but like the Warlord armor it fell into disrepair as Marcus simply didn't have the talent or the knowledge to repair it and was forced to remove it rendering the blade as simple as it looked. Upon it's blade a sentence has been etched in "Justice is blind and it's fury is immeasurable" A Bolter: A simple bolter made to be used by a normal human. Marcus picked up during his run as a founder of the black hand and besides sentimental value there's nothing special about it.
Well, I suppose I'll be interested in joining.... Now, to decide between bringing back an old character from OX who I've been itching to get out again (an ancient Thallax, @Uriel1339 knows who I'm talking about ), or to create someone new... Perhaps an AdMech Magos Errant?
Here's my character Name: Bassilo Maccini Class: Wyrdvane Psyker Principle: Biomancy Age: 25 years Height: 1.76 meters Weight: 70kg Apperance: Bassilo is a skinny pale young pysker. He wears a dark green robe and hood along with a pyskers visor over his eyes. He has several smaller cables perforating his skull. Though the weight of the warp and the pain of his implants weigh on the young man he is quick with a smile though he is quite meek Powers: Smite Endurance Equipment: -A dark green robe and hood -las pistol -staff -flak armor Background: He was the youngest son of a minor noble house on a hive world and recived a solid education about simple things but as the youngest and as he was feeble as a child was mostly shielded from the world and galaxy around him. He did get some sparring training in over his younger years as he was generally the punching bag for his older siblings he spent most of his time reading and praying as his body wasnt strong , being born early. When his powers were discovered and he was taken to the blackships he did well as a pysker having been always more of a person of mind than body . He went through training quicker than many other exiting at an early age . He learned biomancy from one of the older pyskers aboard the ship who functioned as a teacher to the many younger pyskers. he was orginally to be asigned to a guard regiment but the regiment was destroyed in conflict with the forced of chaos and as such he was not deployed. He sat about waiting for deployment before the rogue trader requisitioned a pysker and as he was avialable The young man was appointed to the Rogue trader
Finished Krorg's background hope it didn't get to long winded I kinda wasn't sure when I should stop.
