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Post by Esiphas on Sept 30, 2011 11:26:09 GMT
Hopefully your not all militant catholics...
Ok, this is a roleplay set in the 40k universe, sort of. You have died, and rather than going to yor respective heavans, something has dragged you elsewhere. You awaken, the others around you, unarmoured, unaltered as though you were back to a cleansed version of whatever you were before. You are actually naked, which is a slight cause for embarrassment, and you are unarmed. Your on a blank field of stone with nothing there but a large obsidian set of double doors. There is also a glowing man, carrying a staff, standing beside the door, looking concerned for you.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race: (Any in the 40k realm except nids, dark eldar and chaos (daemons or marines))
Description:
Bio:
(Note, I will not be participating in this R.P as anyone other than Vale, who you will meet later, and the enemies.)
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Post by Hive Carnithrope on Sept 30, 2011 21:32:13 GMT
Excuse me? I'm a Militant Catholic and I DEMAND to know what's going on!
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Post by Esiphas on Sept 30, 2011 21:45:56 GMT
its a forum rpg. im mixing 2 worlds- the nine circles of (christianitys) hell and the 40k universe. if you have a problem, im sorry. i myself am a radical christian/evolutionist who views religious fighting (but not roleplay) as tedious.
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 2, 2011 22:16:54 GMT
*Raises hand* I could care less about religion for i am laughing at the prospect of rping this. No offense to anyone im just not big on dealing with religion.
Name: Val Sicari
Age:22
Gender: Male
Cause of Death: Blunt Force Trauma
Description:Tall, bar room brawler build. Buzz cut and goatee.
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Post by TheLostExarch on Oct 3, 2011 12:28:26 GMT
Religion starts too many fights. If you do not believe this, google 'crusades'. Anyway...
Name: Starkk Pechschild
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Kroot
Cause of Death: Lasgun round through the neck (yes, they can actually kill)
Description: Tall, lean, blue
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 3, 2011 12:30:55 GMT
Excellent! I want one more person, but this has been up long enough, if no-ones signed up by morning tomorrow (my time) then i'll start.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 3, 2011 13:28:14 GMT
Name: Selune Roynomari
Age: 16
Gender:female
Race: Eldar/Human
Description:Deep Blue Saphire eyes, physical maturity has been reached, she is slender and of average height. Her hair is very long and a pale blond white.
Bio: She doesnt remember.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 3, 2011 21:40:35 GMT
ooc- Excellent.
ic- You awaken outside the gates. There is nothing around, but the sound of screams can be heard in the air. The Man, glowing blue is standing waiting for you, His face contorted with worry, a frown that almost oozed concern. His staff was alrge and had 3 featehrs on teh end. It was blue and glowed like him, and all oif him seemed slightly transparent. The obsidian doos could be seen though and behind him, tinted blue through his body and by his light.
He spoke, and his voice was deep, full of charisma and it echoed everywhere. ''Greetings, unfortuante souls. I had long thought i would never see anyone again. It has been long since anyone passed through here, since the rise of your god emperor of mankind'' he said, gazing at Val, and a half fleeting glance at Selune. ''You are at the gates of Hell. I belive you were wrenched here by Death, at the moment of your passing, under the orders of the devil, Lucifer. I know not why, but i have guided people thorugh this place like my fatehr, Vergil, before me. I want to offer you help, to guide you through this wretched place, so you may go to whatever heavans you are hoping to get too.''
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 3, 2011 21:58:10 GMT
"Oi, why ya glowing bud? And what do ya mean I'm in hell? I was drinking 20 minutes ago with the boys at the bar!" Val said raising his fist befoer realizing he was naked, "Damn what happen to ma clothes?" He covered his more private areas, looking for anything to drape around himself.
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Post by Yuno on Oct 4, 2011 3:45:32 GMT
Prick…green liquid followed by a spot of red. Selune was the last to move. As the others roused and the man with the staff began to speak. Selune still lay immobilized on the ground her extraordinary hair falling to cover her unmoving chest and the angle of her body perfect to cloak her lowers. As the others glanced about uneasily and the charismatic man continued her body shuddered suddenly as she rolled her hair and knee no longer covering her body as her perfect blue eyes opened in a panic. She let out a truly extraordinary scream, like the wail of a babe just exited from the safety of mother. Her whole body seemed to be covered in a thick sheen of sweat and her breathing was very fast compared to not breathing.
The man’s speech was only briefly interrupted as she began to wildly touch her hair and body as if in a frenzy to be certain of her. The realization of nakedness falls upon her like a brick because within seconds she is kneeling her face pointed at the ground allowing her hair to cloak her body. “I am a damsel of the spirits…this is humiliating….” She gathers her courage and unlike Val who covers himself she stands suddenly throwing her hair over the shoulder and standing with perfect posture her body exposed, “You there.” She says pointing her long delicate finger at the man glowing blue and striking what can only be described as a commanding pose for someone not dressed, “I demand clothes, spirits like myself should not be on display.” She twists one of the many strands of her hair around her finger and pointedly stares at him, a girl clearly used to having her way, and immediately.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 4, 2011 7:46:26 GMT
The man frowned further. ''My apologys good miss. It ahs been so long since i had a body, i canot remember clothes, mine weigh nothing and are essentially a part of me.'' he holds his staff up high, and there is a flash, and clothes of every form- but no armour- falls from the sky. ''I hope that you can find something to suit you.'' He looked around at the agtes. ''When you are ready, come with me.'' He said, floating towards the agtes. ''Oh, and I am Vale, in case you wondered. I know your names, do not trouble yourselfs with introductions, unless you seek to aquaint yourselves.'' he turned, standing at the gates. ''of course... you will need weapons wont you. Take your pick of these'' he says waving his tsff again. Medieval weapons of every kind fall to the ground, except bows and arrows. (melee only). ''I'm afraid i cannot create anything more for you.'' he said.
(You can have 1 main weapon and a small backup weapon. Backwup weapons are knives, shortswords, small axes, ect. Main weapons are anything. a Pair of knives or shortswords counts as a main weapon, so you can have a secondary if your having a pair of whatever.)
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Post by TheLostExarch on Oct 5, 2011 8:21:40 GMT
Starkk let out a small chirrup, heading straight to the weaponry while the other two bothered with close. "Kroot have no need for such things." he said, picking out a stave and testing the weight, and a small knife. As an afterthought, he grabbed a cape and draped it over himself, and a shoulder-rig for the knife. "I am Starkk by the way you two. Hurry up."
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Post by Yuno on Oct 5, 2011 13:21:58 GMT
the moment the clothes appeared Namine nodded at the glowing man thankfully and with no real rush in her steps paced towards the clothing. She began to dig through the handsome pile of clothes easily selecting underwear which she pulled on and from there her pace seemed to slow even further in selecting clothes.
The first article of clothing she selected was a pair of striped black and white stockings. SHe pulled these on and turned seemingly pleased by the effect they had on her slender perfect legs. She continued sifting until her hands brushed a white tunic which she lifted and pulled over her head. From there it was several minutes before she again pulled out a short black shirt with a loop for a weapon in the back and a slit at the side for free movement. With this on she continued sifting until eventually her hands removed a long loose black trench coat. The final piece she pulled was a pair of very high boots. Finally dressed she turned with a grin the tunic a slight bit too big and slipping to reveal her lovely shoulders
She then moved to the weapons lifting up a sword and swinging it experimentally. Finding the balance off she discarded it and selected a scimitar. She swung it easily and found it seemed to curve as she desired. Selecting a pair of daggers which she knew she could truly wield she sheathed them. With that she struck a pose before them, "Lets crash this party."
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Post by Tyamius, Shadow Lord on Oct 10, 2011 14:15:59 GMT
Val pulled on some pants, boots, and a open chested vest. He picked up a great sword and discarding a back up he preffered to weild the blade two handed as he took a shirth and fashioned a sling and cover for the sword. "I am Val of Sycarious, a deathworld untouched by imperium hands." He said staring at the women and the kroot. He walked towards the gate "How did I die....." He wonders to himself.
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Post by Esiphas on Oct 13, 2011 9:59:51 GMT
The man smiled. ''I am glad you are ready. My name is Vale, and I am to be your Guide. I am Incorpreal, so i cannot aid you with aything but advice and information. We are about to enter Hell. I advise you keep watch for enemies. Our first task is going to be to convince Charon to get moving again. He as become complacent, just sitting around, with no souls to ferry.''
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