Into the shadows

[Major Chrispy]

You are a being in the 41st millenium, war is all you know. In battle there is no fate worse then dishonor or failure, or so you thought. You are one of the several prisoners abord the ship "Night Terror" a Dark Eldar Slave ship. You know not where you head, but one thing is sure, it will be an ending of imense pain and misery.

Character set up will be like this:

Name:
Race:
Sex:
Apperance:
History:

My character:

Name: Ragnis Shadis
Race: Dark Eldar (Nothing stops Dark Eldar from enslaving there own)
Sex: Male
Apperance: A pale skinned, thin man, looking barely old then 21, his hair is a pale blue, almost white. He has a scar starting from above is righ eyebrow down to his left jaw.
History: Ragnis, once a proud Archon from the cult of the Obsidian Rose, was tossed down when his guard, a group of Incubi, dubbed the Scarlet Fury, were paid by another Archon to toss Ragnis into the Slave pits, stripping him of his gear and honor.

WARNING!
This is my first Rp so don't be too harsh And my keyboard tends to stick disclaimer for spelling errors

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

(i will sign up but please Blood first thing you need to do RIGHT NOW is fix your grammar and mistakes)

Name: Malichi, Keeper of The Blade.
Race: Human
Sex: Male
Appearance and History: Of medium build, Malichi has short cropped brown hair, and wears a black tunic. On his back he carries a large sword, the blade he must guard with his life and uses as his own weapon. As of now he is in a frenzy to find it before his captures sell it to the highest bidder. All his life he has only known the blade and the family who ordered him to protect it.

[virado]

(that and post in fields its your turn bty also go back and check for spelling errors. There is a spellcheck feature after all)

Name:Lelithane
Race: Dark Eldar
Sex: Female
Apperance:
Hair Silver with red highlights.
Eyes: Red
Skin: Pale shes a Dark Eldar what do you expect. Her features are flawless and perfect. No scars, no blemishes nothing.

History: Lelithane is the former second in-command of the Wych Cult of Seduction. After the incident on Thraxia she fell from her rank faster than a wingless scourge. Though she has fallen from the graces of her mistress she has lost none of her physical grace. Yet.

[Esiphas]

Name: Ginerva ''Ginny'' Neeson.
Race: Heretic human Psyker
Sex: Female
Apperance: Long ginger hair, which reaches my thighs, lightning blue eyes, purple lips (Natural, not coloured)
History: Once an Orphan, I was adopted by an inquisitor of the ordo hereticus as a counter-psyker. However, in my dreams, i was approaced by the changeling, taking the form of a woman, claiming to be my mother. She commanded me to kill my team and join the chaos forces, where i would be apreciated as an equal. In the field, i summoned my psychic power, unleashing a wave of telekenetic force which knocked the inquisitor and my fellow acolytes to the floor, where the cultists we were ambushing slew them all. I was then welcomed into the cult, and grew to be the mutant leaders right-hand woman. I was eventually kidnappe by dark eldar when we came across an old, corrupted webway gate, and they ambushed us. I was first aboard the ship, seeing as i was there when they emerged,

[Father Nurgle]

Name: Slovain Dain
Race: Chaos Space Marine Cultist
Sex: Male
Appearance: A Cultist of Chaos, Slovain is a thin, pale skinned fanatic with long untouched hair that reaches his back. Although not the strongest being out there, he can overpower in times of need. His muscles are quite strong and in shape. The tasks he is supposed to carry out required a fit shape and that's what he met. His face has a few scars from rituals and many more on his chest.

History: when he first joined the ranks of Chaos when his planet was taken over by warp storms. Out of the regiment he was drafted in, he was the only left intact from mutation. The sorcerer's of Chaos never enjoyed his presence and although he hasn't been singled out, sacrifices never work whilst he is in attendance.
He has been favored by his aspiring champion for his determination as once he had been ordered to do something, he won't stop until it was completed. Slovain has since become a cold calculating soldier of Chaos that has a cold aura around him. Although that never stopped him from getting along with all he meets. (yes he is a blank; no, he doesn't know he is) his past has trained him in the use of special weapons. (melta, plasma, flamer)
his cult was overtaken by a raider full of grotesques, they were slaughtering all and had killed the aspiring champion. Whilst the other cultists ran, Slovain stood and fought in Chaos glory, actually wounding a grotesque mortally. Before any of the other grotesques could get to him though the leading homunculi subdued him. His former liegon was Alpha Leigon and his main worship was to chaos undivided. (although he has not been in contact with the warp at all)

[Esiphas]

Edited my character a bit.

Then i saw your post F.N. Irony.

[mina]

Name: Pearlandra "Pearl" Lilarth
Race: Eldar
Sex: female
Apperance: Long perfect blue hair stems from her head held in a loose clasp. Her eyes are unflinching even when beaten or damaged, they are a strange mix of blues,greens and reds that never quite seem to settle on one color. Her lips are a pale inviting pink that rarely smile. She moves with a certainty, as though she is already aware of what is to come. This hasn't stopped the dark eldar from taking special delight in torturing her to the brink of meeting the gods she so worshipped so long ago. Scars do not seem however to mar her pale perfect skin.
History: Pearlandra was once a lovely maiden of the Eldar, she spent much time in study of her psychic powers and the stories of old. Eventually earning a place in the library, a position she dearly loved. Men of all castes chased after her affections though none can bost that the girl born under Lilcaths stars ever so much as batted an eyelash at them. Still eventually one must serve Khaine and when her time to give honor to the God of Murder came he was not kind. Perhaps it was because she had snubbed murder and political intrigue, perhaps it was just poor luck that the eldar interest in one of the tears happened to appear on the planet she was on. The story ends the same either way, capture, torture, and inevitabley pain.

[Esiphas]

Right, i'm itching to ge this show on the road.

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

I have to post mine but it's to hard from this tiny screen.

[Father Nurgle]

The past few days I've been posting from my iPhone. If I can do it surely you can.

But yes. I wanna get this sucker going to.

[Major Chrispy]

Sweet lets get started, Jwards character can come in when it gets posted.
IC:
"Ok Maggots get up!" Came a hissing voice over the Coms of the Slave bay. The slaves were barely concious, days without food and only a little water to sustain them had left them iin a near death state, and even those individuals were lucky. About half of the Captured are now dead, there rotting corpses filling the air with a putrid scent.

Stirring in his spot by the air duct Ragnis was reveling in this, the agony of those around him was empowering him, barely, but enough for him to be slightly energised. He gazes around the small area he is in. The simple language of the worthless mortals annoyed him, like annoying insects it buzzed in his ear. Across the room he noticed a few individuals, one a pale skinned female dark eldar, her hair that of quick silver, a Human Female, white torn piece of cloth, boring, a thin man, radiating with dark energy...he may be useful, and a weak sister, one of the spacefaring Eldar, her self rightousness is irritating...

[virado]

Lelithane stirred from her half-conscious stupor. The interior of the slave ship had begun to stink of rotting flesh. "These are pathetic conditions for a ship like this." She thought to herself. "What low kabal runs this embarrassment of a ship?" The lot of the prisoners were human. Were meaning previously. Their dessicated bodies hung limp from their chains. "If I didn't know better I would say that this was a ship devoted to the lord of decay rather than one of our ships. In days long past Lelithane had selected prime slaves from ships like these. The Kabals of high commoragh never let their slaves die before they reached commoragh. It was a waste of a raid if the slaves died before any pain was leeched from them.

The other dark eldar prisoner seemed to be from high commoragh. He had an air of authority about him even as he was chained up. "You." She said. "You're from high commoragh arnt you? What Kabal?"

[Major Chrispy]

"The names Ragnis, not that it matters now. I was High Archon of the Cult of the Obsidian Rose, before my traitorous guards turned on me as I slept..." Ragnis growls. "
"And from the looks of this damned ship it was one of mine, look at the floor it's lined with crevises for blood to run through. That was my "cleanliness" design."

Gazing around the room he starts to get even more irritated by the frantic chatter of the lesser beings, as trying to speak to them would be pointless, only an eldar could understand him and he can't understand them...

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

"If this was yours then how do we get out!" A crazed man says searching the walls for an escape. "I must retrieve the blade, should it fall into another's hand it will mean my failure and untimely death!" He yelled, "I am Malichi! Keeper of the Blade! MY family will pay you highly to set me free!" He burst into tears upon that....

[carnofex]

(wo wo wo mind if i join in on this RP my friends if so her is my kroot

Name: Sha'Ka or ka
Race: Kroot sharper
Sex:male
Apperance: looks like a standers kroot. but has black skin and a red belly. his eyes seemed grey maybe to blindness or years of battle. his hands are blood red form the bodies he has devoured.
History: Sha'ka was a great warrior of the Tau he and his band of kroot fought the taus enemies from planet to planet. thinking knowing that Dark eldar wear powerful they wanted a taste to become stronger. they wear wrong