Lost Carol Sign Up Thread

Lost Carol Sign Up Thread

-Rules
1. You must post in 3rd person paragraph form. No chat speak, no ‘**’.
2. Each post has a two paragraph minimum
3. No Godmodding. I cannot express this enough. By no means should you ever kill enemies on your own, dodge an attack that I have said you have, give yourself free stuff or complete conversations with NPCs that I have not approved. Not only is it against the rules, but is also rude to me and your fellow players. Please keep that in mind.
4. You do not control the battlefield. Meaning no starship will come to save you, no allies coming out of the walls or your luck managing to give you a dark lance just lying on the ground. I will control the world but you are free to move about and control your character at your leisure.
5. I am the GM and Narrator of this story. Please understand and respect that. You may logically object to my decisions and I may change it if you prove correct, but do not make an argument about it. I make the Final Say.
6. I am your enemy.(Meaning I play as your enemy, and I will act just as your enemy would) I aim to hurt you and I will not hold back. My RPs are brutal and realistic. If you are fast on your feet and creative, you will come out on top. If you are idiotic and slow, you will find yourself in an early grave.
7. I HAVE NO PROBLEM KILLING CHARACTERS. Although it is rare, and I do not intentionally just because I want to, you can die. Souls are lost in the grim 41st Millennium, and your characters are no different. This RP is all about the narrative and you need to understand that
8. You are Dark Eldar. You live a society based around hedonistic violence, sex, drugs, and betrayal left and right. You should not feel morally restricted by any human set of ethics and embrace the dark path, so long as you keep within the boundaries of the site rules. A.K.A. Don’t break the site rules, guys.

Note. ) I know my rules may seem harsh and I agree it’s not for everyone, but I believe that strict rules help to organize a better more in depth RP for everyone, and if you are willing to look past that, I hope you will find a very fun and fulfilling story waiting for you all.

*** I am only accepting 5 or 6 members for this first RP, so you better move fast. The first five people to complete their character sheets correct and meet my approval will be accept, no complaining.

RP Synopsis-
You will play members of the Razor Touch, specially trained Trueborns of the Corpser Elite who serve as the hidden blade of Archon Zarith ‘Abara, Master of the Kabal of the Final Breath. Your role is to strike out with the poisonous bite of a serpent against any Kabal that poses a threat or competition to your Master. In this RP, you will explore the vast and morbid society of the Dark Eldar from the everyday culture, art and leisure, to their complex politics, commerce, and web of lies and brittle alliances. The RP will follow a set story that you will slowly be revealed to you as you progress through the narrative and come the eventual climax.
For more information on the Kabal of the Final Breath, the Corpser Elite, and your squad the Razor Touch, please refer to the second post which will serve as an information hub and updated regularly on new information as the RP progresses.

Character Sheet Skeleton-

This is the specific Skeleton you must use for your Character Profile. Failure to do so will result in immediate refusal.

Username: (Self Explanatory)
Character Name: (Self Explanatory)
Age: (Debatable but I’d say keep it to a few hundred years but nothing really past a thousand)
Origins: (Where does your character come from and what did they do before they joined the Kabal)
Service History: (What has your character done in service to the Kabal before their ascension to the Corpser Elite)
Specialty: (What is your character best at? Keep in mind the role of your squad and that it should complement that of your squad mate’s)
Personality: (What’s your character like?)
Appearance: (What does your character look like?)
Equipment: (See Character Skeleton notes for details)
Other: (Anything Else you would like to let us know?)
Example Post: (Show me what you can do with your character. Standard posting rules apply )

Notes-)
Equipment- All members automatically start off with Ghostplate Armour, a Splinter Rifle, a Splinter Pistol, three haywire grenades, and a standard close combat weapon of their choice (ranging from a rifle bayonet, a serrated knife, monofilament wire, to a sword. It’s up to you).
-Any member may replace their splinter rifle with a shard carbine
-Any member may replace their haywire grenades with plasma grenades
-Only one member may replace their splinter rifle with a Dark Lance or a Splinter Cannon*
-Only one member may replace their splinter rifle with a shredder or a blaster*
-Any member who does not take any of the previous upgrades can take a second standard close combat weapon of their choice for free
* = First come, first served


I’m sure I probably missed something, so if you have any questions, please feel free to ask. 

If there is any Kabal that can now be linked to any stretch of the word ‘military’, it would be the Kabal of the Final Breath. Following the descent of the antique noble houses in Commoragh, the Final Breath was founded by Zerith ‘Abara, a former Autarch of the ancient empire. Unable to sit well with the simplicity of kabalite organization, Archon Zerith forged a new Kabal with the promise of becoming something greater than mere raiders. Those warriors and young nobles that came to the call of the old general found themselves tasked to rigorous training exercises day after day, honing their skills and combat capabilities into a razor edge with little in the way of pure sport amusement. Thus the Kabal of the Final Breath was born.

Archon Zerith ‘Abara
Zerith ‘Abara is a relic of the past. Once a great general of the Eldar Empire, ‘Abara found himself growing bored with no race that could actually challenge the Eldar and so retired only a few years before the birth of Slaanesh. The man known as Zerith did not age well with the times. Unlike many of the nobility, who quickly flocked to the kabalite system, the old general was unable to grasp the lifestyle. Rather than adapting like so many of his kind, Zerith chose simply to stick with the only thing he knew best, war. Forging the Kabal of the Final Breath, the Archon set before himself the task of creating his own personal army that would rival even the greatest of Kabals and show these young upstarts how real Eldar fight.
The Archon’s personality is one that remains rather uncommon in Commoragh. As a man who spent all his life in the military, Zerith treated his soldiers with respect and kindness. Ten thousand years of bitterness has twisted the man over time yet still he holds true to some of that mentality. Seeing his warriors more of a small army than an actual Kabal, Zerith continues to treat his men with a small measure of respect and courtesy, an act many new comers in the Kabal find rather unsettling. Over time, many of the kabalites have grown to show the same respect for their lord, particularly those among the Corpser Elite who share what one might even call loyalty for the man. This kindness, however, is not to be mistaken for being soft. Those who fail the Final Breath or try to take advantage of the Archon’s kindness will find themselves at the end of his Husk Blade or screaming for centuries to come in a Haemonculus pit.

Organization and Speciality
Many of the ancient Eldar military’s characteristics have been adopted by the Kabal of the Final Breath. The Kabal fields an unusual quantity of Warriors yet one will find nothing of Hellions or Wytches alongside them. Zerith is a very arrogant man and will not ask aid from idiotic upstart Hellions and has a personal bias against Wytch Cults under the belief that ‘Gladitors should stick to their coliseums and leave the fighting to real warriors.’ To compensate for this lack of allies, the Final Breath specializes in ensuring that every warrior is the best of the best, leaving no room for error. Each Warrior is trained to fulfill any combat role needed, whether it be wielding a Splinter Rifle or piloting a Ravager. This wide range of combat skills allows the Kabal a much greater range of flexibility that allows them an advantage that balances out their small numbers.

Corpser Elite
One of the most unique assets of the Final Breath is the warriors known as the Corpser Elite. Normally, a Kabal leaves the honor of serving as the Kabal’s elite to the wealthy Trueborn Eldar. This fickle bias holds no weight in the Final Breath as Archon Zerith cares little of your background or family. The Corpser Elite are those kabalite warriors that rise above the others in both martial prowess and cunning. These warriors are handpicked by the Archon himself and it does not matter if that warrior was a slave, a wytch, or a nobleman. If you are the best, you will rise. In battle, the Corpser Elite serve as the claws of the Archon, each squad tasked with vital missions that they complete with flawless effort and are rewarded in turn for their service. Although many still search in paranoia for the blade in their spine, some of the Corpsers have come to trust Zerith, even hold a sense of loyalty to the old soldier.

Colors of the Final Breath
The armour of the Final Breath is a very simple concept. They wear black body gloves on which their gleaming white armour plate adorn. Their eye lenses are ice blue and their cloths are commonly also blue. The color purple is reserved for the Corpser Elite, the specialist warriors commonly adorning their tabards and hair plumes with the royal color.

I love RPs so Ill join in

Username: Shadows Revenge

Character Name: Yarin Dahal

Age: 118

Origins: Born to low rung family from a now destroyed Kabal, the only thing that kept Yarin alive was his Trueborn status, and his strong will to survive. He quickly learned the skills of stealth and assassination, which helped pay his way through the early parts of his life, as well as serve him to this day. His accuracy is unmatched in the Corpser Elite, although many boast that they are better. He has shown several times he can headshot a speeding reaver at 300 meters with a splinter rifle everytime. His main weapon is the Dark Lance, in which is uses to snipe leaders and sow discord among his enemies. Yarin's prefered weapon though is his karath, a short serpentine blade that was the signature weapon of the lost Kabal, and his only remaining heirloom from his family. Yarin loves the thrill of slitting his opponents throat, only to slip right back into the shadows from where he came. These conflicting attitudes towards combat makes Yarin unpredictable, but the Razors Touch have come to trust his skills enough to know that he is doing the most tacticfully sound decision.

Yarin's one weakness is the need to take trophies from certain kills he deems "important" No one knows why he does it or how he picks these "important" targets. For example the time he killed both an ork Warboss and two regular orks in close combat, only to take two non consecitive teeth from each of the normal orks. When asked why, his only reply was "they were twins".

Service History: In his assassin days, Yarin was double-crossed by a Hellion Gang run by a man named Dargaz. After completing a job for Dargaz, they refused to pay him and left him for dead in the Janarl Marketplace. Luckily a local Haemonculus owed him a favor, and after he was back on his feet, Yarin started a lone crusade against the Hellion Gang. He systamatically took out every member one by one. This caught the attention of Archon Zarith, who patroned the Hellion Gang. Zarith sent a squad of his Corpser Elite to hunt down this assassin, but when only a lone member returned with the captured Yarin, Zarith offered Yarin either death or servitude. Ever since then Yarin has been slaughtering under the banner of Archon Zarith.

Other than having a multitude of enemy leaders death to his name with both Dark Lance and blade, his biggest accomplishment was on the planet of Talmos, where Yarin infiltrated the capital city and opened a webway portal so that the forces of the Kabal of the Final Breath could slaughter to their hearts content.

Specialty: Stealth, Accuracy, Knife Fighting

Personality: Cold, Calculating, a Morbid Sense of Humor (even for Dark Eldar), Obsession with Trophies

Appearance: Average height, but alittle smaller build than most dark eldar. Wears a black cloak at all times, normally has the hood up, and carries several ork skin pouches on his right hip to put fetishes from his important kills during the mission. Has a scar down the right side of his face from his temple to cheek from his last encounter with Dargaz

Equipment: Dark Lance, pistol, Karath (combat knife), ghostplate, haywire grenades

Other: As part of his time spent alone in the underhives of Commagorah, Yarin hates any person who has association with Hellions

Example Post: (I will post this later, out of time at the moment )

Wow ... is it me or have you had some terrible former players?

I wouldn't say that the substance of your rules are harsh. They do come across to me as adversarial in tone, but they're pretty reasonable in what they ask. I completely agree with no godmodding, no assuming things go your way, no multi-meta-posts where your character finds a long lost artifact down the back of the sofa then stabs Vect through the heart and takes over Commorragh, etc, and most of all no doing something brain-achingly stupid and expecting there to be no consequences. Players need to feel that they have a chance to influence the narrative, but aside from this I think we are in complete agreement on the substance of the rules. Commorragh is a dark place and bad things happen, so the possibility of character death again makes sense. I always assume that my characters can die, anyway.

I know I was agitating for roleplay, but as you point out I just don't think we'll be compatible in terms of style. It's possible that I've completely misunderstood you, but I want to fight the gameworld, not the GM So I'll bow out now with good grace. I'm a GM myself, so I know the difficulties that can arise when a player is incompatible with a particular style, and I don't ever want to be a problem player.

I wish you all a very enjoyable game!

Well, that sucks.... The one person I actually started this RP for isn't joining. Only honest reason why got the motivation to make an RP was because you had posted up that thread saying that you wanted one and then others seemed to agree.

I think you are misunderstanding me, which is really my fault for my wording. When I say that 'I am your enemy and I am trying to kill you' I mean that I am playing as the story antagonists and the world around you as their character should be played. I don't hold punches because that's not what your enemy would do.

I really am sorry if you still decide not to join, but I hope you change your mind in the near future. :/


(P.S. I looked back at my rules again and saw they came off as rather rude so reworded them to sound less of an ass )

Thanks for taking the time to clarify. I've looked at your revised wording and it does make a big difference to how it comes across I had an idea that it might be matter of wording rather than content, so I'm really happy I checked back!

I'll be glad to make a character for your approval, which I'll try to get done by the weekend (Christmas O_O) or sooner so we can get to playing in the Dark City ...

I'll start a character post below and finish it when I've got a bit more than a name, if that's all right.

Username: Lady Malys
Character Name: Keshariel Ilestrion, the Severer
Age: 325

Origins: Born into the Wych Cult Aria of Destruction, the Trueborn son of one of the more minor Wyches quickly found he was not destined to be a great power in the Cult. In keeping with the Dark Eldar creed of striving for perfection in all things in which one desires to excel, Keshariel tried for two hundred or so years to make his way to the top …

… only to find that he was blocked from its higher echelons by virtue of having been born a male.

Though there was certainly a place for a male of his strength, stamina and good looks, Keshariel found that his presence in the arena was regarded as a novelty at best. Opportunities to show how good he had become with a blade, monowire noose or elegantly-placed kill shot were somehow always sidelined in favour of one of the aspiring daughters of the Kabal. Invitations to audiences with any of the Hekatrices always had more to do with pleasure than business. He felt tired of being treated more like a nameless pleasure slave than one of the Eldarith Ynneas, and found the future prospect of being seen (in his view) as good breeding stock demeaning. In short it was a frustrating life for someone of Keshariel’s drive and ambition, and he decided that the only way to gain any kind of status other than that of a favoured concubine was to strike out and find somewhere where he could make a scar of his own upon the Dark City.

Having been bred to a life of martial excellence Keshariel considered for a time whether he would make a good addition to one of the Incubus temples (not once considering that he might not be accepted). But his upbringing had left him with an undeniable sensual side, a hedonistic impulse that he realised would prevent him from totally dedicating himself to the ascetic Incubus Shrines. What he needed was somewhere where he could really advance using all of his skills, power and advantages.

His chance came from politics. While idly standing by as one of the decorative bodyguards of the Blood-Bride Lady Sorella Malixtris in negotiations with one of the lieutenants of the Kabal of the Final Breath, Keshariel noted that the lieutenant was a man more distracted by his lust for her than the business of the day. It was making him weak as a negotiator, and her relentless power plays were sending him home to his Master with poor offers and even laughing refusal. As the lieutenant’s frustration grew, Keshariel recognised in him a desire to see this arrogant woman dead.

Taking advantage of her distraction later in the afternoon, Keshariel added some of her combat drugs to one of her recreational elixirs. The resulting adrenaline overload caused her heart to fail spectacularly. Sipping her departing essence like a fine liqueur, and taking a personal pride in making a neat job of her decapitation, Keshariel also removed her eyes and certain of her most personal information files.

When the lieutenant of the Last Breath returned for his promised evening appointment, he was greeted by Keshariel sitting in his former lady’s seat, her severed head dangling casually from one immaculately manicured hand. With a languid gesture he rose and offered the head to the ambassador.

“I give the lady to you; I know you’ve coveted her.” He held out the head. “However, I do ask one favour in exchange.”

The lieutenant was incredulous. “Why should I offer you anything? For all I know you’re a common assassin.” He took the head, peering at the sightless orbits.

“Because I have proved I can deliver your enemies to you. I have also demonstrated a flair for exploiting weakness and skill with a blade. And because while I am sure you will want the information your Master craves from her innermost sanctum – and you should have half an hour or so to get it, since her guard believe she is currently deep into her evening entertainments – only I have access to the retinal prints you’ll need to open them.”

Whether or not this was a satisfying end to the negotiator’s troubles, he was persuaded enough of Keshariel’s usefulness to take advantage of his offer to ransack the information store and take Keshariel with him to his Archon, expecting the newcomer to earn himself a thorough excruciation for his insouciance. However, the bare-faced cheek of the young Wych amused the Archon, who agreed to give him a chance to see what he might be capable of. Keshariel set to proving that the Archon had made a good decision. Leaving the Aria of Destruction behind him he embraced the Kabal of the Final Breath.


Service History: Keshariel reasoned that there was little point in marketing himself to his new employer as just another warrior, so he strived to make himself stand out. He did this in the way her knew best: with flashy and high-risk, high yield strikes against their enemies. This is not to say that he was always successful. Knowing there would be a percentage of failed ideas led Keshariel to pick his fights very, very carefully. He targeted those who had been resistant to previous attempts at problem-solving, whether in combat or other areas, reasoning that any failures would merely be seen as another in a long line, and any successes would gain double kudos. Reputation is everything. A certain amount of luck attended his rise to the Corpser Elite, or as he would see it his carefully calculated risk-taking strategy paid off.

Specialty: Keshariel is good at coming up with ideas, though not always of the most orthodox kind. He is stealthy on his feet and quick, making good use of the monowire garrotte in ambush, most of all a close combat specialist from his time in the arenas, though he is a passable shot with the Shard Carbine as well. He enjoys the contrast between the subtlety of the noose and the anything but subtlety of massive firepower.

Personality: Keshariel is a risk-taker. Although he is capable of executing a meticulous plan, carried out in many steps, he is always having to balance his desire for such surety with the thrill-seeking side of his nature, which still takes over on occasion. As an aspirant Wych, this gave him a flashy but superficial edge, and the accurate judgement of many of his teachers was that he has potential but will never be a political force on his own. Keshariel isn’t stupid, but he sometimes fails to concentrate for long enough to be a true player in Commorragh’s games.

What he is good at is innovation. He will often be the first to suggest something unorthodox or risky, but he has always calculated the odds. Well, almost always. Sometimes something looks like just too much of a buzz not to try.

In common with this, Keshariel is finely attuned to the sorts of varied pleasures being a Dark Eldar can offer, the hedonistic impulses that need to be kept to certain times and places or risk unfortunate consequences. What holds him in check are two things: firstly fear of failure – he refuses to entertain the idea of falling so far as not being at least in a good Kabal, if not something more prestigious. He is Trueborn. How can he be expected to live like one of the common rabble? Of course, he also wants to prove to certain of his former Cult just how wrong they were to dismiss him. Secondly, he is very aware of the strength and ability of those currently ranked above him and tries to keep a good idea of who pulls the strings and who is merely manipulated. Or, this being the Dark City, which is doing how much of each to whom.

His skill at attention to detail means that Keshariel is quite a good artist, but he is really too lazy to apply himself to this creative pursuit. He tends to indulge himself in his time off, his recreational drugs of choice being hallucinogens. So far he’s been quite good at judging what is truly time off, and what is just another test. So far.

Keshariel is fairly good at working as part of a team (so far as any Dark Eldar is) because that’s how he was taught in the Wych Cult – in a small class, often with group challenges to face such as how to take down a much larger opponent

Appearance: Keshariel is a classic Wych beauty, with large, dark purple eyes, a proud set to his slightly aquiline features, and a sensual mouth often set in a slightly mocking smile. He has long straight hair, usually black or dark green; he has taken great pains and spent no little currency on making sure his flawless white skin stays that way. It has a few small scars, but these are all in the process of being dealt with (it takes time to collect the sort of payments Haemonculi need for delicate work). He is tall, with long legs usually shod in high boots and almost always wears gloves to protect his elegant hands, “the hands of an artist”, as he likes to say, often while uncoiling his trademark garrotte from some unfortunate’s neck.

Equipment: Ghostplate Armour in Kabal colours with the edges carefully enamelled in jade green extracted from the wing cases of a beetle that lived on only on continent of a planet now blasted into rock. There was an incident involving its core and a nuclear reactor meltdown, a plan he was instrumental in creating, though he nearly missed the final assault because he was busy collecting enough beetles. A Shard Carbine and Splinter Pistol, both standard issue. Three plasma grenades, each bearing a poem to the Consort of the Void, and a small portrait of her in exquisite, not to say explicit detail. Lastly some monofilament wire hidden in a sash around his waist or coiled up in a small pouch (with some elegant spidersilk gloves to handle the device without losing fingers). Personal effects, including a trophy silk sash cut from the body of Sorella Malixtris when she died. It has been carefully laundered of all traces of blood; after all, we don’t want her coming back from any careless little patches of DNA, now do we?

Other: Keshariel is left-handed and his favourite colour is blue. He doesn’t believe in luck, as far as he is concerned he wins because he is better. (!)

Example Post: Keshariel licked point of his brush and touched the paint to the eye of Lhilitu, the tiny, delicate highlight bringing the exquisite miniature to life. He set the grenade down carefully, and stood to walk around it, appreciating his own work from all angles. There was a chime at the door, and he opened it, bowing briefly to the stalking fury who strode inside.

“What in the Seventh Name of Khaine are you doing here when you should be preparing for our mission?” Laliquia was as patient as she was trustworthy. Keshariel regarded her with an expression of mild interest. He always felt that Khaineites were an interesting relic of the old days, though he didn’t fancy the idea of submission to a god who’d become famous for losing to Chaos himself. With a growl of frustrated anger she grabbed the nearest piece of clothing and threw it at him. “Get yourself dressed and out to the plaza in five minutes or I’ll strip your precious hide myself.”

“Yes. Milady.” Keshariel allowed just a second too long on the pause before he moved to obey, enjoying the flush of wrath in her alabaster cheeks. He was ready quickly, but not before he’d heard her slam the door with an exclamation of annoyance. Taking the Shard Carbine down from its rack he sighed, his glance straying to the drying grenade with its tiny masterpiece. It was not going to be a day of subtle things.

Username: ZaGstrike
Character Name: Kejahatan Jin
Age: 287
Origins: Born as part of an extremely rare multiple birth, the Dark Eldar known as Kejahatan spent his infancy as part of the hollow talon kabal. He and his two brothers spent the decades of their childhood in non stop combat training and studying. While his brothers studied war tactics, Kejahatan on the other hand studied anatomy of all the races encountered by his vile race, including themselves...

About a century and a half into his life his father, the archon of the kabal, stated that one of them will be promoted to dracon, but first they would not only have to assassinate the other two but also do it in the most imaginative way yet. For three decades the brothers tried assassination plot after plot, forging false alliances with one another only to betray them a second later, setting traps throughout anywhere any of them would even have the remote chance of go to, poisoning almost everything around their siblings.

Eventually they finally decided to finish the fued in one last duel, fighting close combat. Each brother chose their favourite weapon, however Kejahatans weapon had not yet been witness by the other two yet. He was armed with a long and thin dagger, like a needle and only sharpened at the point, making it useless for cutting. At once they all charged, prepared for a fight that could perhaps last weeks. But, just when his brothers were barely in his range, Kejahatan displayed what his time studying anatomy had taught him.

With the flash of his almost feather like dagger he pierced its point in nerve bundles in each of his brother necks, immediately paralyzing them both but keeping them alive. With a wide and truly malicious grin Kejahatan began his work on earning his rank. He took out a wickedly curved knife and began to skin both his brothers alive, delicately slicing their flesh off like a true craftsmen, cutting it all in one piece with just the slightest of incisions. His brothers eyes welled with oily tears of pain and screamed with silent anguish as their murderous sibling flayed them alive.

Once the skin was off though that was just part of the procedure. Kejahatan then began to slice the skin up into finer and finer strands, until eventually it was like thread. He sewed their skin together before their very eyes and fashioned their flesh into a cloak and hood for him to wear. He returned to his father wearing his new cloak and was deemed the kabals greatest murderer.


Service History: Kejahatan and his brothers accompanied real space raids as soon as they can, they all craved battle, torture, enslaving and pillaging, taking special delight in giving all their captured prey full view of each act of destruction they enacted upon the slaves homelands and every sadistic punishment they'd inflict on those who showed resistance.

Extremely well versed in both Eldar and alien anatomy he has also been used extensively as an interrogator and a torturer, since childhood he has known every place that can deliver the most pain without causing death in the victim.

Specialty: Kejahatan is an expert with his needle dagger, able to paralyze his opponents or immobilize them with pain with just a single well aimed jab. He is also useful in gathering intelligence through torture/interrogation by utilizing his knowledge of pain. His knowledge of Eldar anatomy also strangely make him a rather adept medic, although he's more used to keeping his patients alive simply so they can experience more pain.

Personality: Vile and with a nature of betrayal Kejahatan has immense ambition and no qualms about doing any dirty work to get what he wants. He is as power hungry as he is sadistic, often any time he usurps any power he will take immense pleasure in gloating this over his defeated opponent. His mind is constantly plotting away at how best to remove those either in his way or just simply considered an annoyance.

Kejahatan can only find pleasure in the pain of another, preferably one that was once high and mighty or were naive enough to believe he was on their side. He considers his role in the Razor Touch are simply a means to an end for him, he plans to either usurp the role as leader of this squad and bring them under the fold of the Hollow Talon kabal he came from or to use the combat expertise gained from this to steal the rank of archon from his father.

Appearance: Every bit as ugly on the outside as he is on the inside, Kejahatan looks more like an animal than a true Eldar. His ears are abnormally long, pointing out about fifty percent more than natural. His nose is long and hooked, like the beak of a raptor. His skin is tinged red and his eyes are pure black with glistening white irises. His teeth have all been replaced by a row of steel needle on both sides, making his wickedly wide smile all the more horrifying.

His armour is mostly brown with flecks of orange and silver trim, like the rest of his home kabal, but ontop of this armour he always wears the cloak he made from the skin of his deceased brothers. Held in place by a pair of spikes in his neck brace the fleshy cloak billows over his shoulders and its hood is pulled over the Dark Eldars bald head.

Equipment: Ghostplate Armour, a Splinter Rifle, a Splinter Pistol, three haywire grenades, needle dagger (pretty much like a dark eldar version of a fencing sword) and skinning dagger.
Other:
Example Post: (will do this part soon)

Username: KnightSeerValkia
Character Name: Falkhu-Khlar
Age: 184
Origins: Born from a drug-adled Cult junkie's last moments and a Succubus known affectionately as 'Black Widow', Falkhu's life started by being quickly traded by his mother to one of the many Haemonculi Covens, for an increased shipment of Splintermind to keep her cravings in check without a second wasted on her 'child'. Kuyash, the Haemonculus his mother has sold him on to was a sadastic task master and over the many years in Falkhu's existence, has inflicted many tortureous experiments upon him under many different guses: 'beauty', 'power' and 'fun' to name only a few.

As a result, Falkhu's bloodlust has been amplified to the point of when he first lashed out with only his bare hands against Kuyash, the arrogant Haemonculus, after having sustained numerous cuts and bruses from his Khlar (slave), as he refered to the wretched child he had owned, he had his assistants bind Falkhu to his operating table and 'christened' Falkhu with his own name, which meaning Bird of Prey as a nod to the Razorwing Flocks often employeed by the Arena Cults as Falkhu had attacked Kuyash like he was striking from every direction at once.
Kuyash subjected him to many more surgeries and agony then ever before, the Haemonculus taking great pleasure from it and the more he inflicited upon Falkhu the more he felt engerized and the cycle continued for weeks without rest or anything else and almost cost Falkhu his life.

Service History:
Specialty:
Personality:
Appearance:
Equipment: Pair of Clawed Gauntlets (sort of a cross between the Hydra Gauntlets and Wolverine's claws), Splinter Rifle, Splinter Pistol, Ghostplate Armour, Three Haywire Grenades.
Other:
Example Post:

Atm just a work in progress, just posting to see if this is acceptable thus far and to throw my hat into wanting to be in the RP. Should be able to finish this tomorrow or Friday hopefully.

OOOOO I just found this before I have to head into work. I am down! I will make a guy tonight when I get off and I was gonna make him a heavy weapon specialist, either a SC or DL or at the very least a blaster but I can leave that up to the GM

^ and I am finally ready! I edited up there ^ Given that my character is acceptable we have four with Gdead909, is that enough to start?

I will enter providing this RPG becomes active...

I hope it does. It would be good to see you with us

well sorry Gdead909 but it's been 10 or so days and you haven't made a character so i''m grabbing the blaster! here's my character:

Username:Falcon98
Character name: Kraeleth
Age:200
Origins:dark lace gunner in the kabal of the slashed eye (Baron's former kabal)
Service history:started his career as a raider dark lance gunner in the kabal of the slashed eye before leaving to join the kabal of the poisoned tongue after Baron Sathonyx's campaign against it (slashed eye kabal) became a warrior. Since then, after having used a blaster, he became addicted to atomizing or blowing up his targets
Speciality:striking from the shadows, incredibly accurate with his favourite weapon, the blaster
Personality:loves everything to do with atomizing or assassinating his targets from the shadows
Appearance:average height, skinny, ghostplate armour has see-through qualities and tron-like lines on it in cyan colour which only light up in certain conditions
Equipment: Ghostplate armour, blaster, 2 haywire and 1 plasma grenade, assassin's knife
Example Post:

I'M ALIVE!!!!!!


I'm so sorry for suddenly posting this thread then disappearing for literally 6 months....... Like kinda caught up with me and I became bogged down with alot of crap and very little down time.

Once again, I'm really sorry for having not been able to go through with this the first time but, I'm here now so let's try this again, shall we?

I'm just trying to see if there is anyone who wanted to be in this RP still here and if they still want to get in on this RP.

I am still here, and not only was I just thinking about it yesterday, but I would very much like to play!

Welcome back, life happens sometimes, and it can't be helped - I hope it's sorted out now well for you

Would be interesting and glad your back =3

P.S. will quickly finish that update I promised x

Ya it sorted out pretty well. Thanks for asking

Actually you should probably hold off on that update until I finish the recruitment stuff. I haven't even gotten the chance to post up the information on the Kabal of the Final Breath yet ^^;

Well, apparantly I lost all the stuff on Falkhu, including the update >.>

Just a question. I didn't understand what you meant by "You must post in 3rd person paragraph form. No chat speak, no ‘**’. " exactly, so I posted something from the SoO thread and was wondering if it would be acceptable? (it was the "no chat speak, no '**'. that threw me off)

Quote :

Kais Lel quickly takes command of her squad.

"Shas'len'ra, see to the drones, make sure they're in top shape. If anything goes off I don't want to find out one of them has a problem in the last minute.

Gal'leath, monitor the goings on at this "social gathering", if you notice anything out of place, even the slightest detail, inform me at once.

Kauyon Mont'ka, I want you to do a comprehensive scan of that compound, I want every airvent, electrical conduit, and any secret passageways plotted. Be cautious to stay underneath their radars though, the last thing I want is to jeopardize Aun Yr'eil or this mission. Keep Mon'wern'a and Shi updated, they're point men this mission.

Mon'wern'a and Shi - Cloak and stand ready just outside the ship. If anything happens, you're first in. Protect Aun Yr'eil, find cover and wait for reinforcements. If anything happens to Aun Yr'eil, you better hope that a bullet finds you, because what I'll do will be far less kind...

This may be a peackeeping mission, but these imperials will turn on you as soon as it become beneficial for them to do so. I want this mission to be as cool as ice. You all have your orders, now on the bounce!"

Without a word the entire stealth squad quickly moves to their positions, starting work on their assigned tasks. Kais Lel takes up a position watching the ships external cameras for any sign of threat to the manta itself.

I think after all this time, you may have lost a couple of players, so I may consider joining.

Sky Serpent always seems interested in roleplaying so you may like to ask if he's still up for joining? I'd suggest Cavash too though I know he is on holiday right now.

Im still here, and wouldnt mind getting this started

Indeed, I would be very willing to take part! Even though I don't have much spare time, I suppose I could free up some space to write in.

There are 5 players that have made characters;

Shadow
Malys
ZaGstrike
KnightSeer
falcon

ZaGstrike hasn't posted since around the begining of the year, so he's probably out. Falcon has posted at least this month, so he is a wild card. Shadow, Malys, and KnightSeer have re-confirmed.

Ruke and Cavash have expressed interest, as has Sky back at the initial run.
So I think the player list stands at this;

Confirmed players
Shadow
Malys
KnightSeer

Possible Players
falcon
Sky Serpent

Standby Players in order of opportunity
Ruke
Cavash
Thor665

On the off chance both falcon and Sky opt out, and the GM is still down for his 5-6 number, I'd like to reserve the potential 6th spot. Probably falcon and Sky need prod reminder PMs to see their interest level, and Ruke and Cavash may wish to consider character sheets...if they take too long I'll make up a sheet of my own and claim one of their spots by right of possession

I'm writing up a charecter sheet in case a place becomes available.