Post by barkblast334 on Jun 17, 2009 14:58:43 GMT
Third RP so far, this is a 40k rp.
Character format:
Name:
Species:
Unit Type:
Weaponry:
Equipment:
Personality:
Specialties:
Other:
Here is my character, he's an upgraded flayed one.
Name: Vaevictus
Species: Necron
Unit Type: Flayed One
Weaponry: Claws
Equipment: Grappling hook launchers on vambraces. Infrared, ultra-violet and normal vision modes. Enhanced targeting software. DOESN'T WEAR FLAYED SKINS.
Personality: One evil (please do not swear)...
Specialties: Close-combat. Jury-rigging new equipment, such as making repairs to self.
Other: Mighty pissed.
Story goes:
On the ancient world of Taluthri V, once an Eldar craftworld, a horrifying presence has awoken with the arrival of new life-forms to this Xeno planet. The Eldar have emerged from the warp with the coming of an Imperial Guard sub-fleet, badly damaged and pursued by the Tau, and with the coming of the Eldar, the Necrons will follow. There is one horror, ever more ancient, that should never have been reawakened (THATS ME!!!).
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Vaevictuses sensors slowly turned back on, flickering with static between infrared and ultra-violet. In ultra-violet, he saw nothing but black and grey metal. In infrared, however, his sensors told a different story. He moved his head ever so slightly, taking a look at his surroundings. He was in a Necrontiglass cryo-containment unit, used to house the Necrons in their slumber. Something was tapping on the green glass. Vaevictus could hear muffled voices.
"Beckham! What're you doing?! You wanna get us all killed?"
"It's asleep, sir. It's practically harmless."
The figure turned away. Vaevictus took the opportunity of his foes blind spot and powered his sensors to the max. His eyes glowed red and he uncoiled slightly, but stopped. His readouts showed a 73% damage rating, which was severe. But it didn't stop him.
Until he found out he was missing both his legs. He was about to start breaking down the glass when the second figure shouted something, and the first figure came into sight again, along with a third. They were making quite a commotion. Vaevictus banged on the glass, raining mighty blows on his chamber walls. Spiderweb cracks formed all through-out the glass. The prey started running.
He smashed through the Necrontiglass, falling to the floor and crawling after the Imperial Guardsmen, he recognized them as. One of them turned, raised his lazgun and started firing wildly, but at point blank range all or most of his shots hit home, smashing through Vaevictuses armoured body and skull. Several more shots blew off his arm, and his neck-joints cracked and twisted at strange angles.
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The damage readout showed 92%. Vital systems were starting to fail, the damage was critical. He needed repairs, now! The prey would have to wait. He crawled away slowly, badly wounded, off to lick his wounds.
He came to another room, filled with yet more stony-faced metal warriors. He slashed a hand through the green glass, grabbed hold of a leg and tugged. It came off easily, as the dead Necron did not fit through the container and was braced against the glass. Vaevictus started to weld the arm back on using the plasma -torch located in his right vambrace. He would modify the arm later. Now he needed legs, and new living metal to repair his spinal column and head. Also, a new eye would be needed, he reckoned. He started to repair himself.
Vaevictuses 'warranty' had been voided a long, long time ago...
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He was running at slightly lower than normal capacity. All of his limbs had been replaced and modified to his specifications: claws, vambraces, heavy armour and special tools. Now, to test out his equipment, now so old and rusted with age. He fired his grappling hook from his right hand. It embedded itself somewhere down the corridor. Taking a running start, Vaevictus started to swing down the corridors, running occasionally. The prey was still prey, and they had to be destroyed.
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He found them. He remained on the ceiling, held in place by his hooks, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. His lowered one hand, his left, and fired the grappling hook at the mans head. It splattered all over his comrades, and they turned and starting shooting wildly and inaccurately. Vaevictus leapt from his position and sliced and diced one of the Guardsmen. There were about 9 of them now, they must have been a scout party. It did not matter now.
None would escape the catacombs alive...
Character format:
Name:
Species:
Unit Type:
Weaponry:
Equipment:
Personality:
Specialties:
Other:
Here is my character, he's an upgraded flayed one.
Name: Vaevictus
Species: Necron
Unit Type: Flayed One
Weaponry: Claws
Equipment: Grappling hook launchers on vambraces. Infrared, ultra-violet and normal vision modes. Enhanced targeting software. DOESN'T WEAR FLAYED SKINS.
Personality: One evil (please do not swear)...
Specialties: Close-combat. Jury-rigging new equipment, such as making repairs to self.
Other: Mighty pissed.
Story goes:
On the ancient world of Taluthri V, once an Eldar craftworld, a horrifying presence has awoken with the arrival of new life-forms to this Xeno planet. The Eldar have emerged from the warp with the coming of an Imperial Guard sub-fleet, badly damaged and pursued by the Tau, and with the coming of the Eldar, the Necrons will follow. There is one horror, ever more ancient, that should never have been reawakened (THATS ME!!!).
____________________________________________________
Vaevictuses sensors slowly turned back on, flickering with static between infrared and ultra-violet. In ultra-violet, he saw nothing but black and grey metal. In infrared, however, his sensors told a different story. He moved his head ever so slightly, taking a look at his surroundings. He was in a Necrontiglass cryo-containment unit, used to house the Necrons in their slumber. Something was tapping on the green glass. Vaevictus could hear muffled voices.
"Beckham! What're you doing?! You wanna get us all killed?"
"It's asleep, sir. It's practically harmless."
The figure turned away. Vaevictus took the opportunity of his foes blind spot and powered his sensors to the max. His eyes glowed red and he uncoiled slightly, but stopped. His readouts showed a 73% damage rating, which was severe. But it didn't stop him.
Until he found out he was missing both his legs. He was about to start breaking down the glass when the second figure shouted something, and the first figure came into sight again, along with a third. They were making quite a commotion. Vaevictus banged on the glass, raining mighty blows on his chamber walls. Spiderweb cracks formed all through-out the glass. The prey started running.
He smashed through the Necrontiglass, falling to the floor and crawling after the Imperial Guardsmen, he recognized them as. One of them turned, raised his lazgun and started firing wildly, but at point blank range all or most of his shots hit home, smashing through Vaevictuses armoured body and skull. Several more shots blew off his arm, and his neck-joints cracked and twisted at strange angles.
____________________________________________________
The damage readout showed 92%. Vital systems were starting to fail, the damage was critical. He needed repairs, now! The prey would have to wait. He crawled away slowly, badly wounded, off to lick his wounds.
He came to another room, filled with yet more stony-faced metal warriors. He slashed a hand through the green glass, grabbed hold of a leg and tugged. It came off easily, as the dead Necron did not fit through the container and was braced against the glass. Vaevictus started to weld the arm back on using the plasma -torch located in his right vambrace. He would modify the arm later. Now he needed legs, and new living metal to repair his spinal column and head. Also, a new eye would be needed, he reckoned. He started to repair himself.
Vaevictuses 'warranty' had been voided a long, long time ago...
____________________________________________________
He was running at slightly lower than normal capacity. All of his limbs had been replaced and modified to his specifications: claws, vambraces, heavy armour and special tools. Now, to test out his equipment, now so old and rusted with age. He fired his grappling hook from his right hand. It embedded itself somewhere down the corridor. Taking a running start, Vaevictus started to swing down the corridors, running occasionally. The prey was still prey, and they had to be destroyed.
____________________________________________________
He found them. He remained on the ceiling, held in place by his hooks, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. His lowered one hand, his left, and fired the grappling hook at the mans head. It splattered all over his comrades, and they turned and starting shooting wildly and inaccurately. Vaevictus leapt from his position and sliced and diced one of the Guardsmen. There were about 9 of them now, they must have been a scout party. It did not matter now.
None would escape the catacombs alive...
