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[Yuno]

ooc (Okay I'm just about dying so even if this post is in the past, here it is.)

A cloak fell over the figure of a woman as she moved through the market place her figure slender and imposing. Her hood was up and she wore a pair of gloves over her lovely hands. She reached out selecting some fruit before her and dropping some coins into the hand of the man there.

She then walked onwards eating the fruit and watching the pathetic humans around her. She wandered down one of the alley ways that led to the hole in the ground she'd been living in since arriving in this city. She noticed two guards following her, they had been watching her...she knew. She grinned to herself as she turned into the darkness.

One stepped forward, "Identification miss.." She grinned at him as the other stepped forward, "Take your hood down too so we can see your pretty face." She smiled lightly at them both her voice hissing out the accent of her dark eldar heritage obvious, "Soldiers...if you wanted to play with me in the cold dark alley...you could have just asked..." The men stepped back in slight fear as she cast away her cloak drawing a blade in the same movement and thrusting it at the soldier. It thunked into his throat causing him to die with a gurgle as she lunged at the other her hand stopping his scream. She reached for him smiling a sickly sweet look as her voice hushed to a seductive tone. "Come on now...you wanted a kiss...didn't you...you wanted to paw..." She pushed her hand, her nails razor sharp straight into his chest ripping his heart out and leaning forward to kiss him in a way that if he weren't being murdered slowly by her he probably would have found to be quite the turn on.

She let him drop her hand covered in blood as she lifted her cloak up grinning. She turned walking away using her boot to scrawl a symbol of slaanesh on the ground using the man's heart and blood for paint.

As she walked she pulled another fruit from her pocket and brought it to her ruby lips as she watched all around her men appear from manholes weapons raised. One stepped from them clearly the commander. He held up a hand of cease fire, "Euphrosyne the Lost...isn't it" her orange eye met the gaze of the man, "We've been finding these men now for a week...you wanted our attention...you have it."

She cast a disdainful eye on the men around her answering in the same whisper she usually did when she was disgusted, "I am here to help...you have plans...as one of your men happily told me..." she grinned her red eye flaming in response at the memory of torture and seduction that had produced this information, "I am here...because that is my purpose...I stand ready to champion the cause....if you will have me...if not...I can leave still." he nodded at her "What do we Mon'kei offer you Wych?" she was cold, "You offer me nothing but amusement...but your Gods offer me a way home...and I desire that...." she grinned at the man who stepped forward, "You dare talk down to me...he stepped forward hand raised as she leapt upwards her feet slamming down on the board as she in the same movement threw several blades outwards. The sound of jammed rifles as she rose upwards in the sky did not cover her voice, "I am not at your mercy...I serve by choice...and choice alone keeps me....do not think you have the power to control me...go...tell your master Mirabella wishes an audience...

[Edzilla]

Ooc-I'm a little bored, so ill do a little past post

Men rushed passed from all directions, the alley felt damp and cold urging this winter night but both were ignored... He was to scared to be cold. Kara could feel his heart beating in his chest, hammering against his ribs.
One of the men stopped, Kara was hid among the rubbish of a building next door, only his eyes were visible. Kara thought he recognised the man, he was the local eccleshiarchy priest. The bloodlust in his eyes was the same as the rest of maniacs who ran around on that night. Now those eyes were joined with Karas, that was his mistake. Immediately he heard a sound, more of a castrophony that tore his mind to pieces, inside he could fell every synapse of his brain shredding still all that remained was liquid. He collapsed to the ground, the only noise that actually broke the silence of the night. Kara stood up, all of the men had past, only the priest and him were in the alley.
Kara crouched down, the priests eyes seemed distorted, even blurred.
It was just another side effect, "never make eye contact" he heard some people discussing, "that's how the witch attacks." It wasn't a lie, if only this man had listened.
It certainly did nothing to change the look of horror on the priests face, Kara went further back into the alley, climbing the wire fence at the end, maybe he could find somewhere more comfortable to hide.

[Yuno]

As she sat in the sky above the city barely she watched her surroundings. Night was her favorite time. She let her hood fall into the compartment of her board and then looked down at the city. In an alley she saw a bit of a scuffle between one of the priests..and a kid..a kid who was outlined in warp power. Now that...it had her attention. She saw several more guards closing in on him. They wouldn't show mercy...She grinned...maybe she just wanted the exercise.

She jumped off of the board her hair streaming out behind her, her skin almost translucent as she watched her board come streaming in under her and she pressed her heels to it lunging off of it to grab a low hanging rale and swing. She landed just in front of Kara and pulled her lash from her belt swinging it at one of the guards who had just blocked his path. It gashed deep into his face and he cried in pain as the other guard fired. She moved like fluid shadow grabbing Kara's arm and pulling him aside as shots blasted where he'd just stood. She grinned at him tipping him backwards out of her way and unleashing a rain of blades from her belt at the man who'd fired. His weapon jammed he reached for a blade. Meanwhile his partner grabbed her hair and screamed his hand sliced to ribbons. She turned grinning a viscious smile as she gutted him right there. Seconds later her glaive flew pinning the other man to the wall by his head. She turned lifting blades from the corpses and removing her glaive from the wall. She turned to look at Kara.

"Stupid Monkeigh boy...don't you know the streets are unsafe. Why would you wander so...you are covered in power...do not lose it on these streets." she shook her head. She rarely respected or talked to anyone like this...she usually turned her head away...but this boy had an interesting look. She waved to him, "Come...I'll take you somewhere safe...so you don't get got.." she sheathed her blades and climbed up on her board grinning, "You don't trust me eh..." she reached out and cut her hand letting the blood drop onto the ground, "I swear on the souls I have taken that no harm shall come to you without you being given at least a day to run from me." she flew forward to standing just before him and offered her not bleeding hand again, "Do you trust me?"

[Tyamius, Shadow Lord]

The boy answered softly "yeah..." and then a voice came out of the shadows followed by a soothing blue aura.

"Mirabella...don't you know Tzeentch knows all? Maybe the boys capture was part of the plan?" Tyamius said coming around the corner using his spear as a walking stick. "Oh how rude of me...I pride myself over being a dentleman yet I have not introduced myself as one" He said with a low bow "I am Tyamius Dalma Roxa the IV, Changling to be and Emisarry of Tzeentch." He collapsed the spear into a simple book with a smile. "Now how about we discuss the child's well being? My master has such good things set out for the boy. MARVELOUS things indeed." Tyamius spun quickly hearing footsteps coming beind him and grabbed the face of a soldier "You were not asked to be hear! Go home!" He yelled releasing the mans face. The soldier stopped, his face a pale white as he repeated what Ty said and walked away. "How about a more private place to talk?" He touched a wall creating an opening, he paused "After you dear Ms.Mirabella."

[Edzilla]

Kara seemed surprised as the fight flashed around him, it was over faster than it had started... "Who the hell are you?" He didn't get an answer, instead she talked. "I trust you, your easy to read, however I need to run, the whole PDF will be out soon, there's a small bounty on my head..." Then the Tzeechtian appeared, apparently out of nowhere.
"Whatever you want from me I assure you I don't have it..." Then he turned to the wych, who was atleast an inch taller... "How could you see or feel power, there is none.... I'm just a child, a little misunderstood... but still a normal child."
Then he took a little interest,"so your a psyker... that's strange, never thought I'd see one..."

[Esiphas]

Hmmm.... Actually, Id rather we didnt have two Space Marines. They are kind of... Well, overpowered; and if yiu want to get straight into the roleplay, youll need a different character.

[mantisstalker]

Name: Xile
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Appearance: Well built middle aged man wearing a set of rusty PDF armor dyed a sickely green color, with a tatted brown hood and full facial gas mask. His face is constantly hidden by his mask and what little of his head that can be seen is covered in ritual scares, carved into his pox marked mottled skin.
Favoured God of Chaos: Nurgle
Background: Once an officer in the PDF Xile protected his planet for several years, and would have for many more if he had not been struck down by a strange plague. When he was no longer able to serve on the front lines he retired to the family farm to recover, but instead started to hear strange voices telling to pray to Nurgle to be sparred. But even when he was feeble and bed ridden Xile refused to turn from the emperor, but that was until his wife fell sick. He was forced to watch helplessly as his family died around him, the voices constantly reminding him it was his fault. It was after the death of his first son that something in Xile died...He did give into the voices and pledged his services to Nurgle but not as the same man he was. When he was granted the ability to move again he did not seek to cure his family but instead mascaraed them all to apologize to Nurgle for hesitating and to put them out of their misery. It is that thought of taking people away from the pain and the lies that now drives Xile, as he seeks nothing more than to fulfills the wishes of plague farther.
Weapon: Lasgun
Psychic power: Decaying touch: anything Xile touches instantly starts to rot and fall away until it is either no longer in contact with him or has fallen away completely.

Sorry I posted in the wrong thread, but again I will warn you I am rusty to this and I'll take no offense if you don't want me because of it.

[Esiphas]

Oooh, A nurglite. Looking good! Aprooved. Introduce yourselfs as a Late guest or something.

[daboss]

Name: Kharax

Gender:Male

Age: 26

Appearance: No one has ever seen Kharnak's true face. He wears a blood-red full iron helmet with the symbol of Khorne serving as the visor. ( his helmet is like the heavy stubber cultist in this image, but with a khorne symbol instead of chaos:
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Also, he wears full carapace armor stolen from dead loyalist grenadiers

Favored God: Khorne

Weapons: chainaxe, autopistol

Background: Kharax was once a grenadier in the Death Korps of Kreig 76th infantry. However, during a campaign in the Eultan system, something went wrong. He suddenly began to feel a thrill in slaughter, and it wasn't long until he cast off his vows to the emperor. Slowly and steadily, a good half of the 76th began to do the same. Kharax then proceeded to butcher the rest of the loyalists and flee into the jungles of Eultan minor, where he and his followers led a guerrilla war.
This went on for quite some time until there was a sudden arrival of Khorne Berserkers led by a Champion by the name of Kharnak. once they met up, he eagerly joined the berserkers in their frigate. They now go wherever Kharnak wishes them to, killing in the name of Khorne.

Kharax and his cultists were sent ahead in assault ships to meet up with the chaos fleet around Victaria XXIV, meet up and ensure an alliance with the other chaos forces, then prepare for the assault. His orders are to fight until Kharnak gets there. He will do as his master pleases.

[Esiphas]

Sounds Good, Kharax is aprooved.

[ziggythetrygon]

Would there be room for one more?

[Esiphas]

Thsi ones kinda dead. Sorry.