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				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 23:36:50</strong>
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				stats, i put here for easy access should anyone want to query:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">current numbers<br>4 humans (still waitng on carli to finish, but ill count her anyway)<br>1 space marine<br>2 eldar<br>1 dark eldar<br>2 abhuman<br><br>10 in total, that leaves two spots if theres anyone else out there in elli-land who wants to join... you should do so soon.<br><br>sexuality list:<br>2 Bi woman (Darkling, ana)<br>1 Bi(?) intersexed (soren)<br>1 Lesbian (tsa)<br>4 Straight male(kol, IB, glyph, sel)<br>2 Straight woman (ESG, carli)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Allo. this is where all the occ stuff goes, information, character profiles, plot ideas, and other discussions.<br><br>This is the story of the crew of the Dominator Class Cruiser, "<em>Void Bound</em>". A Rogue Trader ship, our lives are in our own hands, to make our fortune, earn fame and glory, or to die, unmissed and unmarked.<br><br>the players of this RP will form the inner circle of Captain Avorn, the captain of the <em>Void Bound</em>, and may consist of the bridge crew, close allies, or other important figures in her life. here are some examples of roles you might fill, though, keep in mind, its up to the captain for the final decision :P<br>-first officer<br>-navigator<br>-weapons officer<br>-sensoria-operator<br>-chief engineseer<br>-astropath (blind (eyes burnt out of your skulls kinda blind) uber telepath who can send and recieve messages over the distances of space)<br>-chief Provost (police-officer type person who polices the crew)<br><br>other than those, you could be pretty much any manner of merc or partner whos been around for a while.<br><br>i will be attempting to keep the balance between male and female preferences so no one ends up as the odd-man-out, but if there is a hard skew one way or the other, your just going to have to live with it :P. humans will out number the xenos in the crew, so im going to very *very* picky if you want to make a non-human. i will not be doing 'first come first serve', rather, those with the most indepth characters will be the ones to score a spot. if there is a certain role or race youd like to play, but cant think up a reason ot back stiry (say, due to your unfamiliarity with 40k, feel free to PM me and we can discuss what is/isnt possible for ideas.<br><br>Fluff :<br><br>This site is a excellent resource for most answers: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page)<br><br>On the Nature of Warhammer 40k (must read):<br>Thirty-eight thousand years in the future, the mighty Imperium of Man has expanded across the galaxy... to discover that the galaxy is a hell that would make Hieronymous Bosch shit himself in terror, and that <em>it</em> has a hell. From without, the Imperium is assailed by alien monsters from the depths of space, nightmare death-machines and soulless daemons (as well as soulless death-machines and nightmare daemons); from within, treachery, heresy, mindless incompetence and the festering taint of Chaos threaten to tear it apart.<br><br>Warhammer 40,000 is not a happy place. Rather than just being Darker And Edgier, it paints itself black, takes a running jump and hurls itself head first over the edge, bellowing "WAAAGH". The Imperium of Man is an oppressive, stark, and downright miserable place to live in where, for far too many people, living isn't something to do till you die, but something to do till something comes around and kills you in an unbelievably horrible way - quite probably something on your own side. The Messiah has been locked up on life support for the past ten millennia, laid low by his most beloved son, and an incomprehensibly vast Church Militant commits hourly atrocities in his name.<br><br>The problem is, as bad as the Imperium is, they're not quite as bad as many of the other factions. Death is about the best you can hope for against the vast majority of the other major players in the battlefields of the 41st Millennium. The basic premise of 40k, insofar as it can be summed up, is that of an eternal, impossibly vast conflict between a number of absurdly powerful genocidal, xenocidal and in one case omnicidal factions, with every single weapon, ideology and creative piece of nastiness imaginable turned up to eleven. The basic sidearm of a Space Marine is a fully automatic armour-piercing rocket-propelled grenade launcher. The Astronomican, a navigation aid, has the souls of thousands of psychic humans sacrificed to it every day, dying by inches to feed the machine. The faster-than-light travel used by most factions carries with it a good chance of being eaten by daemons. There are also chainsaw swords, armored gloves that crush tanks, mountain-sized daemonic walking battle cathedrals, tanks the size of small cities and warships that level continents, if not simply obliterating all life on an entire planet just to be sure. And sometimes even that doesn't work. There is no time for peace, no respite, no forgiveness; there is only war.<br><br>The 40k universe is a spectacularly brutal playground of tropes and horrible things taken to their absolute extreme. Entire planets with populations of billions are lost due to <em>rounding errors</em> in tax returns. Orders of capricious, fanatical, genetically engineered Super Soldier Knights Templar serve as the Imperium's special forces (Space Marines), while the trillions of soldiers in its regular armies (Imperial Guard) take disregard for human life further than most people could believe possible. A futuristic space Inquisition ruthlessly hunts down anyone with even a hint of the taint of the heretic, the mutant, or the alien, and is backed up by legions of supercharged daemonhunting super soldiers and fanatical power-armoured battle nuns. The ancient and mysterious manipulator-race (Eldar) contrive wars that see billions dead so that <em>small handfuls</em> of their own may survive, while their depraved cousins (Dark Eldar) literally cannot live without torturing numberless innocents to death in unimaginably horrible ways. There's a Bug Swarm (Tyranids) trying to eat everything in the galaxy, a light-years wide hole in reality through which countless daemons and corrupted daemon-powered super-soldiers periodically attempt to destroy the universe (Eye of Terror), and an entire civilisation of undying Omnicidal Maniacs serving their star-god masters' desire to exterminate all living creatures, down to the last bacterium (Necrons). There's a genetically-engineered survivor warrior species infesting every corner of the galaxy and cheerfully trying to kill everything else in the galaxy because it's literally hard-wired into their genetic code (Orks). The closest thing to the good guys you can find in this setting is a tiny alien empire sandwiched between all the other factions, and they may or may not have a thing for forcing new subjects into their empire through orbital bombardment, sterilization, and concentration camps, but they will at least offer you admittance to their club (Tau).<br><br>On The Nature of Rogue Traders(must read):<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A Rogue Trader is a combination of freelance explorer, conquistador and merchant. They are Imperial servants, given a ship, a crew, a contingent of Marines or Guardsmen and carte blanche to roam the worlds beyond Imperial control. In their task of exploring and exploiting uncharted regions of the galaxy, Rogue Traders might come across worlds harbouring long forgotten human civilizations which will be incorporated into the Imperium. Other times they find empty or alien-dominated planets ripe for colonization or exploitation.<br><br>Rogue Traders are flamboyant individuals, commonly dressed in the most extravagant finery they can acquire. Charismatic and roguish, they are highly skilled, if underhanded, diplomats. Many Rogue Traders are highly unstable individuals; some destroy entire worlds for the slightest reason, or include alien warriors and mutants among their entourage. Some are highly pious while others are no more than legitimized pirates. The most infamous Rogue Trader was Jan van Yastobaal, who became little more than a desperado plundering whatever world he came upon.<br><br>The most valuable possession of a Rogue Trader family is its Charters, or Warrants of Trade; an ancient legal document which describes the accepted limits of its operations. These charters are hereditary thus creating a Rogue Trader dynasty. Certain powerful lords of the Adeptus Terra offer charters of trade as a bribe to their rivals. In exchange the rival simply walks away into a life of adventure and, hopefully, great wealth. Some Rogue Trader families have powerful allies inside the Adeptus Terra. Some of the more ancient ones are dated from the very beginnings of the Imperium, and some were even signed by the Emperor himself. Others were signed by Primarchs or other leaders of the Great Crusade. These charters are very valuable and give its owner great leeway. They are tailor-made and unique. They cannot be re-appealed as according to Imperial law and Imperial religious dogma no one is empowered to overrule these persons. Having said that, one can assume that a renegade Rogue Trader guilty of heresy or treason will be severely prosecuted by the Inquisition. It is very likely that he is considered to have forsaken the Emperor's trust upon his family and that his punishment will be much more severe. Letters of Marque are similar documents issued more recently. The Letters of Marque are rather restricted in some aspects and controlled more effectively by Imperial authorities. The more recent ones are not hereditary at all; hopeful heirs must return and reapply for a new charter. A Charter of Trade or a Letter of Marque may contain peculiar restrictions. This may be of geographical nature (e.g.: restrict the Rogue Trader into a single sector) or something similar.<br><br>Some Rogue Traders are relatively poor, possessing a single ancient and dilapidated ship. Others are incredibly wealthy and powerful and have whole fleets and entire private armies at their disposal. Certain favored individuals may even call upon detachments of Space Marines having entered pacts with individual Chapters. Some Rogue Traders operate as mercenaries, renting the service of their ship(s). Depending upon the families wealth, power, and connections it can be considered an aristocratic family. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Of The Races Of the Galaxy, (in so far as the ones that may be played, you only need to read your own, most members of any given race know *very* little about other races.)<br><br>On The Imperium of Man:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Imperium was founded by the Emperor, also called "The Immortal Emperor", "God-Emperor", and the "Master of Mankind", at the end of the Age of Strife - a very long period of anarchy, war, and destructive regression which brought humanity to the brink of destruction and reversed the technological progression made in the Dark Age of Technology.<br><br>As the Warp Storm of the Age of Strife subsided, after having secured the scientific posts and spacedocks of Luna, along with the factories and scientists on Mars the Emperor began to unite mankind under his rule. A vast navy was built with which his armies undertook the Great Crusade, which lasted for about two centuries.<br><br>During this two hundred year long military campaign, the Emperor employed his most potent military units, the Space Marine Legions, lead by their born leaders, the Primarchs. These, combined with the might of the Imperial Army (which was later separated into the Imperial Guard and the Imperial Navy), brought thousands of human worlds together under the Imperium. The Great Crusade ended with the corruption and treachery of the Primarch Horus, the instigator of Horus Heresy rebellion.<br><br>The rebellion was fought across the galaxy. Horus seeking to achieving a swift and decisive victory, lead most of the traitor forces directly for Terra. In the final decisive battle between the Emperor and the Arch-Traitor Horus, Horus was slain, leading to the break up of the rebellion. However the Master of Mankind was himself mortally wounded. According to his instructions he was placed on the life-preserving Golden Throne, where, for nearly ten thousand years, he has remained. Though physically a carcass incapable of movement or communication, his will, omnipotent, extends across the million worlds of the Imperium, beams the psychic energy of the Astronomican, soul-binds psychic humans and struggles against the daemons of the warp. He endures by his undying will, and by the sustenance that only the souls of sacrificial psykers can provide. By the numberless masses of humanity he is worshipped as a god. <br><br>Major (playable) Factions:<br>-Mechanicus: (if you want to be a engineer (enginseer) or some kind of fix-it, you must be one of this faction)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">The Adeptus Mechanicus is a technological organization, often known as the Priesthood of Mars. It holds a monopoly on technological knowledge in the Imperium. Their forge Worlds turn out the Imperium's most powerful and advanced weaponry and equipment. The organization's adepts, the Tech-priests, are vital in maintaining much of the Imperium's more technologically advanced equipment, not the least of which is the Emperor's life-sustaining Golden Throne.<br><br>While the Adeptus Mechanicus is a part of the Imperium, it has developed separately and enjoys a considerable degree of independence. Due to the great amount power it wields, the Adeptus Mechanicus is more like an allied empire than an organization within the Imperium. The Adeptus Mechanicus also follows a different religion from the rest of the Imperium. The religion and religious structure of the Adeptus Mechanicus is known as the Cult Mechanicus.<br><br>The symbol of the Adeptus Mechanicus is a skull, half-bone and half-machine, set against the background of a black and white cog.<br><br>Adepts of the Adeptus Mechanicus are known as tech-priests. Any member of the Cult Mechanicus over the rank of menial will often be referred to as a tech-priest, though Magi and higher ranks are usually referred to by rank.<br><br>As befits the religious nature of the Mechanicus, techpriests usually wear robes, which are usually either rust-red or white. Techpriests are often Imperial bionics. The level of a techpriest's augmentation is highly dependent on his rank within the Cult Mechanicus; a novice may have only one or two augmented systems, if any, while very senior members may have only a few biological organs left in their bodies. <br><br>Example Images:<br>http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs5/i/2004/351/a/a/40K___Magos_Satchienkow_by_xadhoom.jpg (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs5/i/2004/351/a/a/40K___Magos_Satchienkow_by_xadhoom.jpg)<br>http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/118/0/0/Adeptus_Mechanicus_by_FirstKeeper.jpg (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs27/f/2008/118/0/0/Adeptus_Mechanicus_by_FirstKeeper.jpg)<br>http://img2.gelbooru.com//samples/378/sample_3df7cba4b907946d888b2999c21a6ddbe3efb819.jpg?457296 (http://img2.gelbooru.com//samples/378/sample_3df7cba4b907946d888b2999c21a6ddbe3efb819.jpg?457296)<br><br>Additional Info: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Adeptus_Mechanicus (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Adeptus_Mechanicus) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>-Astartes: (i have one already, and i wont be accepting any more)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">The Adeptus Astartes (commonly known as Space Marines, and colloquially as Angels of Death) are the most elite and feared fighting forces of the Imperium. The primary unit of organization is the Chapter, a self-contained army fully equipped with its own transport, non-combatant support staff, etc. There are around a thousand Chapters, each comprising a thousand Space Marines. There are far too few Space Marines to form the Imperium's main military forces; instead they operate as highly mobile strike forces. They are entrusted with the most dangerous missions, such as lightning raids behind enemy lines, infiltration and tunnel fighting6. Through selection, training and conditioning, Marines are physically, mentally and spiritually superior to any other Imperial soldier.<br><br>Recruits are chosen from the best warriors among humanity. Naturally this make feral worlds prized recruitment grounds, as such harsh and primal conditions produce the best warriors. However hive worlds are considered the ideal source of potential recruits, the populace of the lower levels composed of some of the most murderous scum in the human Imperium. Whole gangs of hive scum are sometimes hunted down and captured for recruitment. Among the most valued traits in a recruit are aggression and psychotic-level killer instinct. Much more rarely, certain civilised worlds are also recruited from.7,5<br><br>The potential recruit is first subjected to testing, including tissue compatibility tests and psychological screening. Relatively few get past this initial selection process. Those that do pass are termed neophytes, and the process continues with the surgery, indoctrination, conditioning and training that will make them Marines.<br><br>The surgical process takes a great deal of time. The recruit receives implants, along with chemical- and hypnotherapy and training necessary for allowing the functioning and development of the implanted organs. The implants transform their bodies and minds and give them inhuman abilities - making them capable of spitting acidic venom, absorbing the memories of the dead by eating their flesh, darkening their skin to protect it from radiation, and operating for long periods without sleep by switching off parts of their brains at a time. After this implantation process and the associated training, the recruit becomes a initiate.<br><br>Intense indoctrination and conditioning strengthens the recruit's resolve and increases mental capabilities, honing them into dedicated and merciless warriors. After more general training, they join the Chapter as full brothers.<br><br>Example Images:<br>http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/269/6/4/THE_EMPEROR__S_FINEST_by_kingmong.jpg (http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/269/6/4/THE_EMPEROR__S_FINEST_by_kingmong.jpg)<br>http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/127/8/6/LAST_STAND_by_kingmong.jpg (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs17/f/2007/127/8/6/LAST_STAND_by_kingmong.jpg)<br>http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs12/f/2006/331/7/1/Kill_The_Heretic_by_kingmong.jpg (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs12/f/2006/331/7/1/Kill_The_Heretic_by_kingmong.jpg)<br><br>Additional Information: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Space_Marines (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Space_Marines) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>-Navigators:(we need one of these. most likly the ships helmsman)<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">The Navis Nobilite is an ancient organization predating even the Imperium by several thousand years, and is comprised of a unique form of mutant called Navigators who have the unique ability to navigate spacecraft through the warp. <br><br>The Navigator Houses hold a unique position within the Imperium; they are not answerable to the authority of the Imperium, but tend to toe the Imperial line because of the mutual benefits each side receives. Furthermore, members of the Navis Nobilite are compelled by ancient and binding oaths to serve with the Adeptus Mechanicus for a set duration in return for the Techpriests' services, serving the Imperial Navy and Merchant Fleets.<br><br>This autonomy does not however, protect the Navigators from the agents of the Inquisition. The Ordo Malleus has been assigned jurisdiction over the Navigators, to ensure the taint of Chaos is not able to take hold. Given the slightest reason, the Inquisition will ruthlessly purge any offending parties; goods and assets are seized, midnight raids on Navigator palaces are followed by arrests and a purging of those seen as tainted; their fate to be burnt as heretics or locked away in Inquisition torture chambers. As such, the Navis Nobilite are all too willing to tackle this problem internally. <br><br>All Navigators have a third eye, commonly called the Warp Eye, on their foreheads, which allows them to perceive the "psychic light" known as the Astronomican, enabling them to fully use their powers in guiding ships through the currents of the Warp. Their ability to sense the tides of the warp is considered psychic, although Navigators never possess any psychic abilities beyond the powers their warp eye affords them1.<br><br>Navigators possess natural life spans of as much as four hundred years. As they increase in age, their abilities increase in power, and their physical appearance changes: the white and iris of the eye gradually disappears, leaving only a hardened black orb. <br><br>Navigators gain a variety of powers from their Third Eye, but by far the most vital one is the ability to steer spacecraft through the warp. The Warp Eye allows the Navigators to see the currents of the Warp, and using the psychic beacon of the Astronomican as a guide, they are able to direct the ship through the dangerous environment, allowing Imperial ships to make far longer and accurate jumps than otherwise possible. They are the only ones, man or machine, with the ability to do this. Because of this unique talent they collectively hold a vital and powerful position within the Imperium.<br><br>Of course, the unique ability of the Navigators has its limits also. Outside the range of the guiding light of the Astronomican the Navigators are far more limited in their ability to guide a ship through the Warp. During the Macharian Crusade the grand conquest almost ground to a halt as the sight of the Navigators failed, when they could sense only darkness around them. Furthermore, there are places the Navigators avoid at almost every cost. Navigators will shun the Eye of Terror for thousands of light years around it rather than risk a minor deviation in course which might take them into its boundaries. Most Navigators have personal experience of close encounters with Chaos near the Eye of Terror, and many more can recall the names of others who traveled too close to the Eye in a foolish attempt to cut days from their journey time only to vanish forever.<br><br>The eye has other powers too, although these are employed far more rarely and are the subject of some mystique. These powers develop with the Navigator's experience of the Warp, so that they are most developed of all in the Heirs Apparent. It is said that the eye of a Navigator has prophetic powers and that it can literally see into the future. Navigators are very reluctant to talk about their powers, and it may well be that only the Paternova, leader of all Navigators, understands the full potential of a Navigator's abilities.<br><br>Not least of the warp eye's powers is its deadly ability; any one who meets the warp eye's gaze will be agonizingly killed from massive psychic trama; mainly due to this Navigators keep their third eye covered with a bandanna or something similar, causing many people to doubt that the "third eye" even exists </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>-Imperial Guard<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">The Imperial Guard is the primary fighting force of the Imperium, so numerous in size that even the Departmento Munitorum cannot place a figure on the number of Guardsmen under arms at any one time; the daily lists of new recruits and toll of casualties can run into the millions in a single day. It would be infeasible trying to put any exact number on the strength of the Guard; however, it is believed that there must be many billions of Imperial Guardsmen, divided into millions of regiments. This absolute numeracy provides the Guard with its main power; their ability to deploy in numbers that, eventually, result in victory. Attacking in seemingly endless influxes across battle-zones, charging forth under the cover of massive barrages and delivering massed lasgun volleys, in the Guard the individual human soldier may appear a lost thing, almost forgotten. Yet the actions of these anonymous soldiers daily decide the fate of worlds.1<br><br>The Guard forms the very backbone of the Imperium; without it Mankind would surely perish. Whilst Guardsmen are hardly the equals of Space Marines, fighting neither with the advantages of genetic enhancement or the most powerful personal weaponry, the Guard posesses the courage and the manpower to face and annihilate the enemies of the Emperor across the galaxy.<br><br>example image: http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/273/41bd61c0df844e9a3abb1cb9f4742149513cd303.jpg?276902 (http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/273/41bd61c0df844e9a3abb1cb9f4742149513cd303.jpg?276902)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>-<del>Ecclesiarchy</del> Sisters of Battle:<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_alternate_quote">The Adepta Sororitas (also "the Sisterhood" or "Daughters of the Emperor") are an all-woman subdivision of the religious organization known as the Ecclesiarchy or Ministorum. The Sisterhood's Orders Militant serve as the Ecclesiarchy's fighting arm, mercilessly rooting out corruption and heresy within humanity and every organization of the Adeptus Terra.<br><br>There is naturally some overlap between the duties of the Sisterhood and the Inquisition; for this reason, although the Inquisition and the Sisterhood remain entirely separate organizations, the Orders Militant of the Sisterhood also act as the unofficial militant arm of the Inquisition's Ordo Hereticus.<br><br>The Adepta Sororitas and the Sisters of Battle are commonly regarded as the same thing, but the latter title technically refers only to the Orders Militant, the best-known part of the organization.<br><br>The Sisterhood serves as Ministorum's only official military forces because the Decree Passive rules that the Ecclesiarchy cannot maintain any men under arms. This was supposed to limit the power of the Ecclesiarchy. However the Ministorum were able to circumvent this decree by using the all-female force of the Sisterhood. <br><br>The Adepta Sororitas has its origins on the world of San Leor. An order known as the Daughters of the Emperor, an all-female cult dedicated to worship of the Emperor, had been discovered there by members of the Ecclesiarchy. Goge Vandire, the High Lord of the Administratum (and also Ecclesiarch of the Adeptus Ministorum), decided to pay a visit to San Leor and recruit the Daughters into his own private army. The Daughters, at first, refused to accept his authority. Vandire decided to show them that he was blessed by the Emperor - he instructed a soldier in his entourage to shoot him, which after a brief hesitation, he did. However, thanks to the protective field generated by the Rosarius of the Ecclesiarch (which no one but Vandire himself was aware of), Vandire was not harmed. The Daughters took this to be a sign, and swore allegiance to Vandire virtually on the spot. They became the Brides of the Emperor, and were Vandire's most loyal followers.<br><br>During the Siege of the Ecclesiarchal Palace, the Adeptus Custodes, the praetorians of the Emperor himself, tried to approach the Brides and convince them of Vandire's treachery. In a last ditch effort to convince them, the Custodes took Alicia Dominica, leader of the Brides, and her chosen bodyguards deep into the Imperial Palace where they stood before the Emperor himself. What happened there remains unknown - Dominica and her companions were sworn to secrecy - but it became clear that the Brides, who reverted to the title of Daughters of the Emperor, had been awakened to the evil that Vandire represented. Marching into his audience chamber, Dominica paused only to condemn Vandire for his crimes before she beheaded the power-crazed dictator. Reportedly, Vandire's final words were "I don't have time to die - I'm too busy!"<br><br>After this episode, the Decree Passive was proclaimed by newly appointed Ecclesiarch Sebastian Thor. Under the literal interpretation of the decree however, the Adepta Sororitas were not obligated to disband because the decree made only explicit mention of "men under arms." Thor, recognizing the need for the Ecclesiarchy to have some kind of force and internal regulator, allowed them to remain, even if the spirit of the decree was rather blatantly disregarded.<br><br>Trained to the highest levels possible and possessed of a phenomenal belief in the Emperor, the Sisters would go on to engage in Wars of Faith, bringing the light of the Emperor to parts of the galaxy that had fallen into darkness.<br><br>Example Images:<br>http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/i/2009/109/0/6/Adepta_Sororitas_by_FirstKeeper.jpg (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs43/i/2009/109/0/6/Adepta_Sororitas_by_FirstKeeper.jpg)<br>http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/230/f/8/Adeptus_Sororitas_in_Hades_1_by_falkzimmer.jpg (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs46/f/2009/230/f/8/Adeptus_Sororitas_in_Hades_1_by_falkzimmer.jpg)<br>http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/270/3/e/Repent_by_nooblar.jpg (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/270/3/e/Repent_by_nooblar.jpg)<br><br>Additional Information:<br>http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Adepta_Sororitas (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Adepta_Sororitas) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>On The Tau<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The Tau are a plains dwelling race. In their prehistory, they lived in tribes on the desert plains, hunting and gathering their food. As their race aged, they expanded to all environments. The Tau of the plains became strong and skillful hunters, larger and stronger than most other Tau. The Tau of the mountains developed the ability to soar high above the baking deserts on thermals. The Tau of the river valleys developed agriculture and metallurgy, forming the first true settlements. The development of settlements led to the need of trade, and wandering Tau began to negotiate and mediate between the disparate tribes.<br><br>Eventually, avarice got the better of the Tau. Growing pains, caused by their unusually rapid technological development led to the invention of sophisticated weaponry. The Tau of the river valleys developed stone fortresses and crude blackpowder weapons to ward off the aggressive Tau of the plains. These fledgling skirmishes led to the darkest period in Tau history, the Mont'au.<br><br>The numerous wars that broke out lasted for years. Each year thousands died as squalid conditions and lack of access to fresh food and water created a plague that killed more Tau than were dying in the wars. The Tau were on the verge of wiping themselves out.<br><br>Out of the destruction and darkness of the Mont'au, came a guiding light: the Ethereals.<br><br>Tau legends tell of the first appearance of Ethereals at Fio'taun. The fortress city of Fio'taun was under assault by the warriors from the plains. Though negotiation had been attempted, the fierce plains warriors would settle for nothing less than the annhilliation of the city of Fio'taun. For five long years the inhabitants held off the savage assaults with their thick walls and plentiful cannon. However, disease and starvation began to take their toll. As the tide of the siege turned, two mysterious Tau appeared. One made his way into the camp of the plains Tau, exuding a quiet authority that no Tau was able to resist. Soon, the leader of the plains warriors was persuaded to parley with the Tau of Fio'taun. Similarly, the other mysterious Tau made his way deep into the fortress. Within a few short hours, the gates stood wide open, and the Tau stood ready to talk.<br><br>The Ethereals spoke of the importance of peace and understanding between all Tau. They described a Greater Good that each Tau must strive towards. The besiegers and the besieged quickly agreed with the Ethereals and a truce was reached. Across the land, Ethereals emerged, each with the same quiet authority and message of harmony and cooperation. With the Tau united, a great civilization began. <br><br>The introduction of the Ethereals to Tau society led to the creation of a rigid Caste System, with each Caste taking on the name of an element that is close to them. Thus, the warriors of the Tau Empire became known as the Fire (Shas) Caste, due to their fiery temper. The artisans and scientists became known as the Earth (Fio) Caste, being the most pragmatic of the Tau. The diplomats and administrators became known as the Water (Por) Caste, as water flows through all life, uniting it. Lastly, the Tau messengers and spies became known as the Air (Kor) Caste, traversing the land on top of gusts of wind. With the invention of aircraft, and later spacecraft, the Air Caste would become the pilots of the Tau Navy.<br><br>The Tau are currently in the process of securing their Third Phase colonies, while fending off remnants of Hive Fleet Kraken and the occasional Ork raid. They have a rather uneasy relationship with the Imperium, which is far more concerned with more important conflicts, like Armageddon and the 13th Black Crusade. <br><br>Example Images:<br>http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/090/7/c/TAU_Tropic_Thunder_by_thevampiredio.jpg (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs45/f/2009/090/7/c/TAU_Tropic_Thunder_by_thevampiredio.jpg)<br>http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/351/c/d/Tau_pathfinder_team_by_slipgatecentral.jpg (http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs22/f/2007/351/c/d/Tau_pathfinder_team_by_slipgatecentral.jpg)<br>http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2007/358/3/6/Tau_fire_warrior_fragment_by_slipgatecentral.jpg (http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2007/358/3/6/Tau_fire_warrior_fragment_by_slipgatecentral.jpg)<br>http://img1.gelbooru.com//images/273/13409f1752cbc879da8937d9e25a6f4704b0e4e6.jpg?276889 (http://img1.gelbooru.com//images/273/13409f1752cbc879da8937d9e25a6f4704b0e4e6.jpg?276889)<br><br>Additional Info: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Tau (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Tau) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>On The Eldar<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Superficially, the Eldar appear very similar to humans, though they are generally taller, and slimmer, with sharp features and pointed ears. They are long-lived by human standards, and most will live more than a thousand years unless they die from accident or disease. Eldar also have much faster metabolic rates than humans, and their cardiac and neurological systems are more advanced. These traits manifest in their vastly heightened reactions and agility compared to humans. To them humans seem to move in slow motion with a certain degree of awkwardness, while to humans the Eldar can move with distracting grace and can be blindingly fast in combat. As a race they have a high level of psychic ability, which serves as the foundation of their technology. The Eldar that actively cultivate their psyker potential seem to exhibit a much-extended lifespan as well, one proportional to their prowess. The Farseers of the Eldar can live for several thousand years. Eldar are mentally far superior to humans, and feel all emotions much more strongly, requiring the Eldar to exercise constant restraint to avoid mental break down.<br><br>Eldar seem to reproduce in stages, with new genetic material being added by the father to the developing embryo over an extended period. This process is ill-understood, but Eldar autopsies are suggestive of it. <br><br>The existing Eldar are essentially a refugee population, the scattered remains of their former strength and power. Even in such straits, however, they are still a powerful force in the galaxy. Once, ten thousand years past, the Eldar were among the most powerful and dominant race of the galaxy, dominating a significant portion of the galaxy and secure in their prosperity. Although there were other races of advanced technology and military power, none were in a position to seriously threaten the state of the Eldar nation. When it came, the disaster was internal. Consumed by arrogance and with no need for substantial work or labour, the Eldar began to pursue any curiosity or desire. Rapidly, cults devoted to exotic knowledge, physical pleasure, and ever-more outrageous entertainment sprang up. It did not take long for many of the Eldar to take a darker path, descending into dark study, instant fulfilment and unbridled violence, beginning the Fall of the Eldar.<br><br>Many of the Eldar grew uneasy with the actions of their comrades, and the wisest of the Seers warned that the path could lead only to evil. Disgusted, some of the Eldar left the central worlds of the Empire to settle on the outlying regions, while others stayed to try and alter the path their race had taken.<br><br>While this would have been destructive within any society, it was even more damaging for the Eldar. Within the parallel realm of the warp, the psychic emanations of these activities began to gather, strengthened by the souls of departed followers and cultists. As the Eldar vices grew, this collection did as well, until it eventually came into a life of its own. It finally came to consciousness as Slaanesh, Devourer of Souls and doom to the Eldar, for the psychic scream of its birth tore the souls from all the Eldar within a thousand light years of it. Its awakening was so forceful that it tore a hole between physical space and the Warp, plunging the Eldar homeworlds into a limbo of partial existence. This region is now known as the Eye of Terror, and is now the home of the forces of Chaos. Many Eldar survived the Fall and remain trapped within the Eye on the homeworlds of the Eldar, the Crone World, and are enslaved to Slaanesh.<br><br>Since this time, which is known only as The Fall, the Eldar have been a broken and scattered people, lacking cohesion and purpose. The Eldar population is constantly dwindling. <br>&nbsp;In the time leading up to the Fall, not all the Eldar that remained on the homeworlds fell into the lure of Slaanesh. Many remained, struggling to turn their species from its doomed path. Unable to do so, many of the greatest Seers caught glimpses of the darkness to come, and undertook a titanic effort to save their people. For each Eldar homeworld a gigantic ship was created, sung from wraithbone and so massive to be nearly a planetoid itself. The last uncorrupted people from each world were loaded onto these ships, along with works of art, plant life and animals, all that could be saved. In these Craftworlds (as they came be known) the final Eldar Exodus began, and only barely in time. The psychic shockwave caught some of the Craftworlds and destroyed them, while others were pulled into orbit around the Eye of Terror. The rest drift through the galaxy, their exact number uncertain, as contact can be difficult and intermittent<br><br>The vast majority of Eldar technology is elegant and energy based, often psychic, and almost always made from solidified warp-energy.<br><br>example images:<br>http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/086/1/1/alaitoc_farseer_babe_by_kunkka.jpg (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs10/i/2006/086/1/1/alaitoc_farseer_babe_by_kunkka.jpg)<br>http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/094/4/0/Forms_Eldar_by_Musibat_Khan.jpg (http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs44/i/2009/094/4/0/Forms_Eldar_by_Musibat_Khan.jpg)<br>http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/314/5/7/57e3b78c689de1132b24bfbc2093fb3f.jpg (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs47/f/2009/314/5/7/57e3b78c689de1132b24bfbc2093fb3f.jpg)<br>http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs47/i/2009/220/a/1/Dat_Banshee_Ass_by_DeadXCross.jpg (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs47/i/2009/220/a/1/Dat_Banshee_Ass_by_DeadXCross.jpg)<br>http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/273/a86977ecc4f1ae6eb71c7988da11d0a57c7d1738.jpg?276905 (http://img2.gelbooru.com//images/273/a86977ecc4f1ae6eb71c7988da11d0a57c7d1738.jpg?276905)<br><br>Additional Info: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Eldar (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Eldar) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>On The Dark Eldar (must read Eldar too):<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Born of those Pleasure Cultists who survived The Fall, the Dark Eldar are kindred to the Eldar, an ancient and advanced race of elf-like humanoids. Their armies usually have the advantages of speed and technology, though they are often lacking in resilience and numbers. The Dark Eldar revel in piracy, enslavement and torture, and are sadistic in the extreme. Dark Eldar armies make use of advanced anti-gravity skimmers to launch high speed raids on their enemy while still transporting a large number of their warriors. Due to their use of the galaxy-spanning interdimensional labyrinth known as the Webway, they are extremely mobile, striking from seemingly nowhere, with little or no warning, and vanishing with their captives before significant military reaction can be mobilized.<br><br>The Dark Eldar are unique amongst the races in the sense that they do not occupy many planets, but rather one dark city called Commorragh. They are mainly pirates, though are sometimes used as mercenaries. <br><br>Over time, Dark Eldar begin to suffer more and more from The Thirst. They develop an all-consuming and ever-increasing need to drink the souls of other beings. It is postulated that the cause of this is the Chaos God Slaanesh, the Great Enemy of the Eldar, who leeches the soul-essence of the Dark Eldar while they still live. Dark Eldar drink souls to stave off this leeching - perhaps by sating the thirst of Slaanesh, or perhaps by replenishing the essence of their own souls with that of the consumed one. Slaanesh will also consume the souls of Dark Eldar whole should they die. Dark Eldar are long-lived but not immortal; drinking souls has a rejuvenating effect that reverses aging, thus Dark Eldar need not fear falling into the clutches of Slaanesh due to death from old age, if they have a constant supply of souls. The usual source of souls are those of the many captives taken during Dark Eldar raids. <br><br>Dark Eldar, like most Eldar kindreds, make use of advanced technology, including anti-gravity devices, dark matter weaponry, nanotechnology and psychic artifacts. While Dark Eldar do make use of psychic devices, they do not use psychic powers themselves. Psykers are treated as playthings in Commorragh, and given the twisted sadistic nature of the Dark Eldar, this necessarily involves pain and torment for the psyker.<br><br>example images:<br>http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/109/d/a/Dark_Eldar_2_0_by_1mpact.jpg (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs44/f/2009/109/d/a/Dark_Eldar_2_0_by_1mpact.jpg)<br>http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/188/0/3/Dark_Eldar_by_war40.jpg (http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/188/0/3/Dark_Eldar_by_war40.jpg)<br>http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/094/4/5/Dark_Eldar_Witch_by_The_First_Magelord.png (http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs30/f/2008/094/4/5/Dark_Eldar_Witch_by_The_First_Magelord.png)<br><br>Additional Info: http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Dark_Eldar (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Portal:Dark_Eldar) </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Char Sheet.<br>Name<br>Race (or faction)<br>Age<br>Sexuality<br>Appearance<br>Position on the ship<br>Equipment<br>Reason for being on the Ship<br>Bio<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>25-12-2009, 23:38:28</strong>
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				Name: Captain Avorn (i have no first name, thats my story and im sticking to it!)<br>Race: Human: Rogue Trader<br>Age: 73 (looks about 20 due to Rejuvenat treatments)<br>Sexuality: Omnisexual, ( :P shell fuck anything that looks fun)<br>Appearance: Basic Appearance (http://pds13.egloos.com/pds/200907/24/93/e0036693_4a689f2224784.jpg)<br>-The hat doesn't have those Imperial icons on it, instead, it has a empty ring with wings, the symbol of her family.<br>-Of course, she goes nowhere unarmed. With her digital needler ring and her almost glove-like mastercrafted powerfist as permanent fixtures of her appearance. While her twin boltpistols sit in holsters on each pant-leg.<br>-When leaving the ship she dons a set of Sororitas-like power armour, which is obviously alot more practical in design.<br>-The hat never leaves her head, ever.&nbsp; <br>Position on the ship: Captain damn you all!<br>Equipment:<br>-power armour<br>-digital needle pistol (ring, right right finger)<br>-paired set of Boltpistols<br>-mastercrafted powerfist (left hand)<br>-Dominator Class Cruiser :P<br>-captain's hat (very important!)<br>-a servoskull (it takes a role similar to a parrot, only without the shit on her shoulder)<br>Reason for being on the Ship: it my damn ship!<br>Bio: <br>Believe it or not, but Captain Avorn wasnt always the captain. Before her, the <em>Void Bound</em> was captained by her father, also a 'Captain Avorn'; who died mysteriously about fifty years ago. As is the way with old Trader families, his Charter, as old as the Imperium, and signed by the Primarch Rogal Dorn, and gave the Avorn family trade and roaming rights everywhere save Segmentum Solar, the heart of the Imperium. But that isn't much a issue, in the early days, glory was found in exploring and claiming, and there was none of that to do in Solar. Now, in these latter days, no even half-sane Rogue Trader would dare wander into that hellhole of bureaucracy, Emperor-bothering priests and the Inquisition, which, short of pissing off a trigger happy planetary governor, was the gravest treat to Rogue Traders anywhere. The <em>Void Bound</em> it's self was a relatively new ship, purchased by the current Captain Avorn's grandfather (also a Captain Avorn) at a significant drain of the family coffers, but it was a needed thing, even the Avorn's pact with the Priests of Mars wasnt enough to keep the old ship working properly, and besides, the new one had already proved its much superior armament to be a invaluable addition.<br><br>Captain Avorn quickly became rather popular with the rank and file crewmen onboard, and not only because she clearly didnt feel the need to wear much in the way of clothing 'in her house' as she sometimes called the ship. But also because she instituted a new practice of giving 20% of her 'cut' of each venture to whichever work crew performed the best since the last venture, as a bonus on top of their regular pay... which in some cases.... could be quite a substantial amount of money, a move that inspired a great deal of both loyalty and efficiency among the crew as they competed for the bonus. Of course, there was the monthly lottery too... for the price one one hours work, the crewmen could buy a lottery tickey for the chance to spend a night with the captain, and given that many would purchase several tickets for better odds... she made back alot of money from her crew, and inspired more loyalty in one fell swoop.<br><br>Avorn's, and therefore the ship's, primary income came in the form of what was often dubbed 'ventures', high risk endeavours that promise a large reward. Eschewing the safer and much more boring methods of making money, like shipping and mercantry, though if she knows where she going and theres cargo heading that way, well, the Emperor Wills. She is quite fond of her fast and dangerous life style.<br><br><br>Ship:<br>Char Sheet.<br>Name: <em>Void Bound</em><br>Class: Cruiser<br>Hull: Dominator<br>Age: 600 years<br>Physical stats :<br>-Length: 3.5km<br>-Crew: (several thousand, im not sure the exact figures... but that incudes Servitors... which dont count as people)<br>-Shields: average Cruiser level<br>-Armour: average Cruiser level (and significantly more on the prow, most Imperial ships have a prow that is almost pure armour, Dominator is no exception)<br>(http://img51.imageshack.us/img51/839/voidbound.jpg)<br>Bridge (like this, only bigger!) (http://img704.imageshack.us/img704/8364/voidboundbridge.jpg)<br><br>Weapons:<br>-8x Port Plasma Batteries<br>-8x Starboard Plasma Batteries<br>-2x Pointdefence Turrets<br>-Prow Nova Cannon<br>--In the original design, Dominators where fitted with ligher, longer ranged, side batteries and generally underperformed in their use. This changed when, during the Gothic War, a Dominator class Cruser named <em>Hammer of Justice</em>, was misfitted with shorter ranged, high power batteries. In the battles that follow, the <em>Hammer of Justice</em> proved to not only be devastating at range, with its Nova Cannon, but its high powered weapon batteries where able to put out Battleship-level damage within their ranges, at one point destroying two Chaos Cruisers similtainously. Afterwards, all Dominator Class Cruisers where refitted to take advantage of this newfound strength, becoming among the most devastating Imperial cruisers in both short and long range.<br>--The principle of the Nova Cannon is very similar to that of a rail-gun, in that it requires no propellant or fuel to move the projectile. Instead, the ammunition is accelerated using powerful magnetic fields to speeds almost equal to the speed of light. The recoil generated by such a high energy release practically prohibits vessels from mounting nova cannons on turrets, or on smaller ships. Thus, they are nearly always fired from a fixed forward cannon mounted under the 'chin' of the ships prow armour, where the powerful ships engines can compensate for the reverse motion of the projectile. The ammunition fired by the nova cannon is a specially prepared imploding charge, timed to detonate after it achieves a set distance from the vessel that fired it. <br>(In short, its a 300-meter wide cannon that fires it fires a 'building sized' ionized projectile, at near the speed of light. Making shields and amour a silly concept. Then implodes, annihilating a significant chunk of whatever it hit, and causing a gravitational vortex/shockwave that will damage everything within a area equal to the half the width of earth's moon. Takes a half hour to reload)<br><br>Q&amp;A(questions about the ship will be added here for future reference):<br>-Q:does it have an AI subcontroller? <br>--A: No. AI is expressly forbidden by Imperial Decree and considered High Heresy by the Machine Cult of Mars. Most functions that might normally be handled by a AI in other settings, are performed by Servitors welded into a socket on the ship, usually on the bridge. (Servitors are windwiped, lobotmized criminals who are heavily augmented and 'programmed' to perform certain functions). or the ships Cognator Banks (supercomputers, still no AI though)<br>-Q:what are its navigational and environmental tolerances?<br>--A: im not sure how to qualify this, but sufficed to say its a war-ship, its well shielded and armoured, and and youd need to smack it <strong>good</strong>, several times, to destroy it.&nbsp; Imperial ships come in 5 main classes; escorts/frigates, light cruisers, cruisers, grand cruisers and battleships. in terms of its manoeuvrability and defence, its average for its class, and therefor right in the middle, statistically speaking.<br>-Q: Can it go planetside?<br>--A: yes and no. no imperial warship is not designed to land as far as i know. but i have seen many instances of them performing atmospheric flight and its quite possible for people in the upper parts of the ship to survive a crash landing from space to surface, they certainly dont burn up on the way down, and the impact would only crush the bottom decks.... its even possible for a crashed ship to be repaired and fly off again (very rare, but its happened)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soren</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 05:19:37</strong>
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				Name: Luka<br><br>Race: Abhuman (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Abhuman)<br><br>Age: 18<br><br>Appearance: Click here. (http://safebooru.donmai.us/data/3dc1dee02e3ecce595d23dfa705574f9.jpg)<br><br>Sexuality: People that look pretty.<br><br>Height: 5'4"<br><br>Build: Athletic<br><br>Apparel: Asides from his tribal bracers, leg guards, and neck guard, whatever his captain supplies. Usually clothing that fits snug to the skin which does not inhibit movement e.g, leotards, and spandex like garments, or string-less bikini (an equivalent to pasties but designed for the nether regions). To top it all off, a jacket or coat of some sort. He especially likes coat-tail blouses.<br><br>Position: Captain Avorn's pet, though he has many other uses. Typically, reconnaissance or thievery.<br><br>Equipment: A varying assortment of blades and pointy objects.<br><br>Reason for being on the Ship: To serve Captain Avorn.<br><br>Bio: Luka is an abhuman indigenous to the death planet Cretacia. (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Cretacia)&nbsp; At the age of sixteen; on a decadent fringe world dutiful in the slave trade, Luka was fortunate enough to be found and bought by Captain Avorn and he is forever in her debt.<br><br>At that time Luka’s behaviour was incredibly rebellious but not to a point that would dictate violence. But over the course of two years with the Captain's gentle instruction, Luka's oratory and interpersonal skills have improved a great deal; however, his behaviour can still be quite feral at times.<br><br>If asked to divulge his past in better detail, Luka usually answers in an exasperated tone, saying there isn’t much more to tell that isn’t obvious --a slave that was lucky to be purchased by a good master. Luka also claims he can’t recall much of his past before meeting the Captain. Though this may seem suspicious of him it is very likely that he truly has forgotten or maybe even suppressed these memories.<br><br>It is important to note that Luka has a Disorder of Sex Development (DSD) which is a medical term referring to congenital conditions in which development of chromosomal, gonadal, or anatomical sex is atypical. Genetically, he is a male with the XY Chromosomes, but he possesses female reproductive sex organs. He is infertile and he does not menstruate, but other than that, his female bits are fully functional. Given his age and physiology he will probably be in 'heat' for about as long as he lives. Basically for Luka, this means an excess production of feminine juices and a strong desire to satiate his sexual tension e.g, rubbing up against tables, the Captain's leg --if she will allow-- or if he can't find anything or anyone that suits his taste, given that he's very bendy and flexible, he enjoys his own company as well.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 06:08:54</strong>
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				Accepted ^^
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 09:43:08</strong>
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				Note: in this case, red text denotes a case of limited knowledge, the black text is the truth, but if there is red text, it represents the extent of the rest of the crew's knowledge of my character. Text in blue are rumors and guesses. <br><br>Type: Crewmember<br>Name: Arriana Vak'Aiatoth<br>Race: Eldar<br>Age: claims to be 1,215 &nbsp;actual age 11,283 rumor mill says she was alive thousands of years ago and watched the core fall into the eye of terror<br>Sexuality: lesbian<br>Appearance: Arriana is a small statured Eldar, maybe 5'7" in shoes, she has a small willowy figure that fits her personality, her hair is almost white and is filled with little feathers and beads and ties, in a unique yet eclectic look. Her clothes are soft blues, greys and purples that blend into her pale skin, and despite her eyes being the color of dark sapphire, they shine with an almost childlike sense of wonder, glowing with an ancient light. Her attitude is calm and relaxed, and yet distinctly alien in way that is puzzling even to other Eldar, which initially can produce a negative reaction, people simply don't know how to react to her. She is an anomaly. <br><br>Position on the ship: Chief Medical and Psych Officer. <br><br>Equipment: <br>A pair of finely crafted mono-molecule swords, that rarely if ever leave their hilts.<br>A necklace with a collection of metal wings, tiny locks, bits of glass wrapped in wire, and other odds and ends.<br>mildly physic paper<br>a very eclectic and personalized armor set, made up of mismatched pieces that arrange together in an interestingly artistic way.<br>a ranger long rifle which she only brings to missions that they know won't end well<br>a mostly functional needler pistol. <br>a litta choppa<br><br>Reason for being on the Ship: Because it suits her, its fun, and she's curious about the universe. &nbsp;Eldar spy/assassin, angel of light, angel of death, agent of chaos...etc, etc)<br><br>Bio: She showed up in the spaceport at Delta Eridnis and asked if anyone needed a Doctor, then signed up. That was the first anyone has seen of her and nothing of her can be found before that.<br>Arriana is a rather unique case among the Eldar, she left her craftworld when she was 87, getting wanderlust and feeling unable to live to the standards of the rest of her race, she decided to travel out into the galaxy, she tried to do the ranger/pathfinder deal, but being a gun just never sat well with her, eventually she just gave up trying to do anything specific and wandered. <br><br>For over 8000 years she drifted from spaceport to spaceport and planet to planet, just visiting, never lingering for more then a month or two, she traveled with military convoys and gypsy star caravans, taking in the whole of the galaxy, then, one year, she rented a small ship with her meager savings, stocked up on food, and flew out into the blackness.<br><br>&nbsp;It was here that the final breakthrough in her pysche occured, alone, in space, with nothing but the whispering stars and the hum of the engines, Arriana learned to stop looking for something to satisfy her life, she realized her life was satisfying, and she was doing exactly what she wanted to. Her twilight vigil lasted several hundred years, just basking in starlight, at which point she decided she was tired of traveling alone and set off to find a crew. <br><br>Her attitude and strange inner calm, even while the ship traverses, the harrowing passages of the warp made finding a place on a rogue trader easily, ( a rogue trader ship being the group the fit the closest into her ideas of fun) although finding trust among her fellow crewmembers is posing more difficult.&nbsp; Arriana has a strange, alien, inner calm, that fails to fit any known race and seems to relax those around her though, although her last crew tended to act with suspicion at this and were overly hostile to her for it. Hopefully this one will be better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 13:05:35</strong>
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				Having checked in pm that it was alright to so apply with this..<br><br>Name: Neremeth<br><br>Race (or faction): Eldar Harlequin (info) (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Harlequins) <br><br>Age: 100<br><br>Sexuality: Straight<br><br>Appearance: Neremeth, appropriate to his role in the great performances of the fall, moves all in tall sinuous lines and lithe muscle, shifting between the measured precise grace of an acrobat, and the looming and predatory lope of a wolf. There is a sense sometimes that he might burst into a flurry of motion, and the energy of that is only thinly pent up. The purple and gold chased costuming he favours is tight over his body, with a long coat in similar colours worn over, and worn open to flutter and trail after him in sweeping movement. His hair is a wild, thick black mane he occasionally dyes with streaks of colour to match his clothing. The face mask he sometimes wears is an all red, metallically glinting affair save for black on black eyes, crafted for his role in the great masques to have an expression that smiles in tantalizing promise, yet projects a cold menace. His true face underneath is one closer to the ageless and angular perfection of his people, but years of wearing his mask has given him an echoing semblance to it. That impression is offset only by the light, distant humour in his pale blue eyes. There is a sense of emptiness to him, of a void, that the grace of his step is born in a certain lack of existence, that if one were to blink, he would vanish into shadows.<br><br>Position on the ship: Passenger/hired sword and security.<br><br>Equipment: Stormglove, Harlequin's Kiss, Fusion Pistol, Neuro Disruptor, Flip belt, holo suit, Mask of Fear, various stringed instruments, small cymbals on bands to fasten around his body, various dyes and face paints, an array of knives, tiny skulls and multicoloured balls for juggling.<br><br>Reason for being on the Ship: The paths it takes and things it encounters play a part in his wandering missions.<br><br><br>Bio<br><br>He laughed, and was damned for it. It was not that he stood out so greatly from his people before this, one of the small groups of recent births though he was. Nor was it that he stood out so greatly from the practiced, preternatural skill of his people, there were others who had the wherewithal, strength, stealth and speed to be amongst the Striking Scorpions. But it was for him to be left alive and kneeling in the gory wreck of his squad, a hand holding in his innards over the severity of his own wounds, and it was for him to laugh. It wasn't that he had descended into hysteria, or madness (arguably), indeed he felt eerily calm, like a sense of utter clarity had descended over him. It was simply that it all seemed funny. And it was for him, in that deep, rich laugh all the while, to grab up the grenades of his brethren, stagger quickly to the misshapen creature rampaging freely towards such of his people that were fleeing to their ships, and jam them into the beast's exposed wounds.<br><br>He thought it was especially hilarious that the ruin of his body was still somehow alive after being flung from the explosion, but it did let him lie on his back on the ground of a blasted world, watching the ships of his people make a withdrawal from it in full. There were worse deaths one could have, he mused.<br><br>He waited for darkness and torment to claim him, but instead saw a riot of colour, and a circle of stylized masks staring down at him. Ritualized tones asked why he had laughed, and he decided to play along with a dying hallucination, smiling through a bloody rictus grin that when the choices were to weep and despair, or laugh and fight, it seemed to him a pleasing thing to pick the more cheerful option. If nothing else, when Slaanesh came to claim his soul, he may as well make himself as confusing and nauseating a meal as possible. After a pause, he added that they had to admit, such as was once the greatness of his people finding themselves come to pathetic circumstance of dying in gore and filth, was a pretty good sick joke by the universe. It was at least a little bit funny.<br><br>The masks nodded in acknowledgement, and what he thought was even regret. In retrospect, he should have probably given a different answer. But it was an answer to see him taken up by the Harlequins, healed and trained. Made faster than he was, stronger than he was, his detached humour used to school him in ancient lore that might have otherwise torn apart his mind, his skill elevated to the point of making him a one man tempest in close combat. Remade and reborn as a follower of the Laughing God, who he felt a resonance with as a being after his own heart. And finally initiated in full, subjected to the possession of a greater daemon that would either transcend or destroy him. It was a desperate struggle, he felt his will and that of the daemon, tearing, tugging at his very soul, and he knew in much greater detail now the agonizing consequences of failure. Yet there was that calm again, settling over him, and again he had to laugh, it felt like the game of a child to him. And therein was his solution, a child's solution. He pulled with all his might, and the daemon pulled to match, confused enough by the Eldar's amusement to let his will define the shape of their contest in this fashion. And at the very height of psychic strain.. Neremeth simply let go, and the daemon careened off wildly, shrieking into spiritual void. Unfortunately, so too did Neremeth's soul.<br><br>But it felt so right in the aftermath, that he was soulless now, fearless now, among the Solitaires. It was the only right destiny of the calm laughter of the battlefield. Other than death, to be sure. The Laughing God was the only salvation that remained for his people, and the God's Harlequins were his hands. He found it even trade to be remade into one who replenished their numbers, for all that almost every road he now walked would end in death and an eternity of torment. But for now it was his to wander as a scout, watching the movements of Chaos for Harlequin troupes to guide battle towards, watching his own people, for potential candidates to recruit to follow the Laughing God's way. His experiences were strange, and wondrous, and horrifying. He often booked passage with Rogue Traders when he felt like keeping his travels off the webway and obscured from the variety of enemies of the Harlequins that were now his own. Such ships besides often moved close to fringe or isolated communities he might otherwise never get a look at. He would pay his way with his skills, offering himself as a point of the spear for boarding or exploring parties, providing the sense of security that only comes with knowing the being guarding you is a peerless murderer.<br><br>And when it pleased him, he would make use of the other talents that had flared to life in the room left by the void of his spirit, song and dance of aching enough beauty to distract from the sense of the unerring about him, from the knowing that the core of his being was nothingness. And who knows? Perhaps he would make it to be one of the eternal guardians of the Black Library. Perhaps he would die, and his Laughing God would triumph against all odds to save his soul. But chances are that he would end in the torment almost all the Solitaires did. Still, it hardly troubled him. All that effort to save him that day, and this is how he ended up? You have to admit, he would say, that's at least a little bit funny.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 17:04:07</strong>
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				accepted on probation untill the changes i asked for have been made, if you have a issue, feel free to discuss it with me ^^<br><br>also. no more eldar, and no DE. having two eldar is enough of a freak ocurance, three would be starting to get ridiculous, and since theres two of them, no DE, i dont need you people getting into fights on my ship :P<br><br>we still need a Navigator, and humans/abhumans/tau are still welcome
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 18:40:34</strong>
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				Name: Darvius<br><br>Race: Adept Astartes<br><br>Age:290 years(appears to be in his early to mid twenties)<br><br>Orientation: Straight<br><br>Appearance: &nbsp;Click Here (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/mediawiki/images/thumb/5/51/Terminator_Armour.jpg/431px-Terminator_Armour.jpg)<br>under his armor, his soft brown hair is cut to a military standard. his eyes are a bright emerald, that seem to almost glow in low light and the emptiness of absolute darkness. his skin is a soft pale color, a sign of just how long he has remained under his armor. his powerful build is adorned with scars, though a deep scar running down from his hair line, over his left eye and down to his left jaw bone is a source of great pride, given in his first clash against the Tyranids, by a Warrior.&nbsp; his body is built like any marine, muslce covered, as well as broad and powerful. <br><br>Position on the ship: <br><br>Self Appointed Guardian to Captain Avorn, as well as a friend and right hand.<br><br>Equipment:<br><br><em>Trophies</em><br>the Skull of a Brood Lord, and&nbsp; the jaws of a Warrior. a pair of Dark Eldar Helmets, one that of an Incubi, and the other of a Sybarite. the finally trophy is that of a fallen Soul Drinker, the shattered helmet a reminder to himself of the dangers of excess. these normally remain within his chambers, as does a log of his travels and adventures, in short a Librarium of his own. though when being deployed in a diplomatic mission, or simply a shock mission, he will don his many war trophies, to better inspire dread and fear in his foes. though he has a decent collection, he is always on the look for more, if a good opponent rises, he will not hesitate to take its skull, helmet or another part of it to add to his tally.<br>&nbsp;<br><em>Armor of Redemption</em> <br>a suit of Terminator armor crafted from the remains of fallen Chapter Master Gorgoleon's armor and the remnants of one of the Chapters long forgotten and rare suits of Terminator Armor. the Suit has served Darvius since the end of the first chapter war, protecting him against the forces of Ve'Meth, the deamons of Abraxes, the forces of the Imperium, Dark Eldar , against the foul workings of Teturact and even traitor Soul Drinkers.<br><br><em>Litany of Dorn </em><br>this Assault Cannon is mounted to the wielder's armored wrist, allowing the deadly weapon to integrate with the many support systems of&nbsp; Darvius's Terminator armor. with such a connection there is no need of a trigger, granting a far better firing control than would be normally achiveable, for his thoughts activate the weapon, allowing for a few shots, or a full salvo.&nbsp; the weapon has seen service against all manner of foe, having served with Darvius for one hundred years of his service. this aged and perfectly maintained weapon as ended the life of many heretics, xeno and other enemies of the Emperor.<br><br><em>Howling Justice</em><br>this weapon has served with Darvius since his climb to the rank of Brother Sargent.&nbsp; during his almost three hundred years of life, this weapon has been the bane of traitor and xeno armor alike, the whirling teeth having cut through armor as if it was nothing but paper to a sword. the crackling fist having claimed the life of many foes, from lowly cultists to snarling Tyranid Warriors.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Soulletter</em><br>a massive power axe, this weapon was given to him upon his first squad command, back when he had become a Scout Sargent. this weapon has served with him his entire carreer as a Space Marine. though as of late the weapon has remained secured within its holding area. its smooth, elegant yet brutal shape a work of art as well a deadly tool of war. his current path of cleaning out space hulks, and fighting within tight confines has him leaving the great power weapon back aboard the <em>Void</em>. though he has taken it to battle once or twice, claiming the head of a Broodlord with the blade of his weapon. <br><br><em>Reaper's Kiss </em><br>a Storm Bolter outfitted to carry Hellfire and Vengeance Rounds, though in truth it may fire any of the special issue ammunition, Darvius only has knowledge on creating these as well as standard bolts. this weapon was created upon request for a better support weapon for his Scout Squad, seeing as heavy weapons would only slow the squad down, an assault weapon with the ability to fire an assortment of rounds was needed. back in those day's the weapon had a large choice of rounds to fire, though the preferred choice was the Kraken Bolts. to this day he keeps an eye out for them, though as luck would have it, he has yet to find a single round, as he is deployed for years at a time aboard the <em>Void Bound</em> only reaching port a few times to find the vendors there sadly under supplied, or having just sold their last shipments to one force or another.<br><br><em>Note</em>: only two weapons will be used(1 Melee and 1 Shooting), this just allows some tactical flexibility for the character.<br><br>Reason for being on the Ship:<br><br>&nbsp;as a Soul Drinker, he has no more allies among mankind and refuses to fall to chaos. through the years, he has opened to her,offering his friendship and many skills and abilities to her. though once they found record of Rogal Dorn's signature upon the charters of her family he made it his duty to protect her,for if Rogal Dorn could trust this family then so could Darvius. he shadows and trails the human where ever she may go, her judgments and orders are always supported by the marine. he has shed his fair share of blood over his friend and will do so now without a second thought.<br><br>Bio:<br><br>"if you wish to leave, then you may do so unharassed..." these words rung in his mind, over and over again, he sat aboard the small craft as the memory of his freedom and his damnation played through his mind again. all those years ago, at the end of the second chapter war, Darvius had left, the honor of his mentor word's worthless, Sarpedon was leading the Chapter towards destruction. so he left, but refused to join the novices that had rebelled, instead he struck out on his own. <br><br>he was amazed to find how quickly and easily he could find work within and out of the Imperium of man. his years of training and battlefield experience worth more than he could have imagined. working for Rogue Traders, Nobles, Tyrants, he was even once hired by a Tau force to lead an auxiliary force in rear guard actions. he grew more and more independent minded, thinking for himself, learning about the emotions as a Marine he had always been denied. <br><br>though this soon led to a path of excess, and like a drug addict he found himself wanting more and more. the rush of the slaughter, the embrace of a woman, the taste of an exotic prey. though the Emperor must have had an eye on his wayward Marine, for his intervention came, but at a heavy cost. in his moment of greed and self satisfaction he signed up with a renegade force for the first time. for months he fought along side the hiring force, but as time passed by, the more degenerate he became, and within three months he was brutally butchering a small swath of humans. among the carnage he would find a sight that would stop his pair of hearts for a moments, a small girl lay curled to the frame of her dying mother, all the while the mother tried to sooth her offspring. he was reminded of his duty in that moment, he was the Guardian of mankind not its destroyer. turning upon his former allies, he cut them down, leaving none alive and for the next five years he became a wrench in the gears of the force's gears, in truth he single handed brought about their destruction. rallying the locals, slaying generals and fighting in terror tactics, he broke the back of the invaders and gave the local humans a chance to crush their attackers. he had learned an invaluable lesson from his near destruction, to discover oneself, one's desires and satisfaction was not wrong, but to let those urges run your life was to invite disaster and sin into one's soul. though to become ignorant and shut off from these experiences all together would invite decay and a stagnate demise, he has to keep his mind open to the knew and closed to taint, he walks a fine line between truth and heresy, if he was a lesser man he would have caved in. as he is now, he is thriving in this new life, free to do as he sees fit, he no longer serves any other than himself, and the Emperor.<br><br>it was only by chance that he had been able to join Captain Avorn, he had been found on a back water world. covered in the gore and injuries of his latest conquest, he presented himself to the Captain, offering his services to her. with this Rogue Trader, he had a chance to escape into the unknown, to learn more of himself, humanity and the other races that seemed to flock to her craft. though as he served with her, it wasn't her "friendly' business interactions, but her spirit that slowly had him warm up to her. it wasn't until a mission going south, with their lines cut off, that Darvius found himself vaulting through masses of foes to get to her position. from that day on he had protected her with his life, following her almost every where. when ever she went to meet another captain, to speak with a local leader, or to explore a Space Hulk he was there with her. he was also an iron fist to her words, any rebelling would be answered without question or thought by the battle hardened veteran.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 18:50:59</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2580735#msg2580735">Quote from: Darkling on 26-12-2009, 17:04:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>we still need a Navigator, and humans/abhumans/tau are still welcome<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I said I'd be navigator...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 18:59:02</strong>
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				i sent you a mail regarding that o_o
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 19:12:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2580839#msg2580839">Quote from: Darkling on 26-12-2009, 18:59:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">i sent you a mail regarding that o_o<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>yeah I saw that and mailed you back, I was gonna edit the topic to say I saw the mail but you'd already replied. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 19:43:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2580854#msg2580854">Quote from: Tsakara on 26-12-2009, 19:12:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">yeah I saw that and mailed you back, I was gonna edit the topic to say I saw the mail but you'd already replied.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>phear me! for i am a quickey :P<br><br>Kolbrandr Accepted<br>Tsa still waiting<br>IB accepted on probation, pending the requested changes<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 19:52:14</strong>
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				minor changes made as per request
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>26-12-2009, 20:18:40</strong>
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				Tsa Accepted ^^<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 01:40:02</strong>
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				I was wondering if I could get some specs on our vessel, specifically, maybe a simple internal map, does it have an AI subcontroller? what are its navigational and environmental tolerances? can it go planetside? can we get a picture of the exterior hull? What are its armements? how many NPC crewmembers does it have ( I sort hope none) just general stuff so I have a baseline to start with.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 02:05:17</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2581476#msg2581476">Quote from: Tsakara on 27-12-2009, 01:40:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I was wondering if I could get some specs on our vessel, specifically, maybe a simple internal map, does it have an AI subcontroller? what are its navigational and environmental tolerances? can it go planetside? can we get a picture of the exterior hull? What are its armements? how many NPC crewmembers does it have ( I sort hope none) just general stuff so I have a baseline to start with.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>aha! i knew there was somthing else i meant to put in that second post i reserved! thanks for reminding me, ill put that up now.<br><br>but no... there is a large NPC crew. why?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 02:24:04</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2581514#msg2581514">Quote from: Darkling on 27-12-2009, 02:05:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">but no... there is a large NPC crew. why?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>because I rather enjoy that fireflyesque small smuggler crew mentality over the great big warship. When you have cannon fodder surrounding you in a blanket of fuzzy character protection it sort of softens the rp. I much prefer it where there are 12 people total on the spaceship, each of them has a specific job, and each of them fills a role, instead of having a 100 man crew with the main characters simply lording over their redshirt minions. Its just a different style then I prefer, and it evokes a different story mood. I definitely enjoy the just you and&nbsp; few friends feel of a small crew to the large crew thing. I guess thats as close as I can get to properly explaining it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 04:12:17</strong>
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				ah, i see. well, a Cruiser is much too large for that sort of thing unfortunately D:<br><br>its most likly my fault for not explaining the ship before now... but this is the kinda thing that would have been good to discuss back in the intck topic before i made the OOC XD<br><br>but ill think about reworking it (if thats even possible, i need to check if there are any ships that small that are warp-capable)... what do the rest of yous think? would any more of you preferr a small firefly-esque crew over a large npc crew?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 04:18:25</strong>
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				I prefered the standard giant Rogue Trader ship setup as far as it went, something cavernous you can get slightly lost in and or load up with pillage. The excessive, gothic architecture style scale the imperium builds on and all. <br><br>It's not make or break, to be sure, I just like the sense of that.<br><br>Besides, as far as it goes, redshirt minions are lowly enough in capacity compared to anyone with a name in 40k that they're seriously not any kind of character insulation at all as far as anything legitimately threatening or problematic. Anything on the scale of, say, a lone space marine can cleave through 100 dudes. Most people worth anything in setting have to do a lot of what they do from the front of the problem, and just be supplemented as best they can.<br><br>That and just as matter of course, probably will need to be some npcs to fill out positions that don't have a character made for them.<br><br>It's not so much the Starship Enterprise as you are in a giant, spaceborn creepy ass baroque fortress, and you cleave much more tightly to the people you regularly see in your flying Gormenghast for it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 05:14:31</strong>
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				Hey, could you put in more examples for engineers? I have a few pictures I would like to try, but I'm not sure if they are appropriate for the role...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 05:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2581902#msg2581902">Quote from: Carlissa on 27-12-2009, 05:14:31</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hey, could you put in more examples for engineers? I have a few pictures I would like to try, but I'm not sure if they are appropriate for the role...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Enginseers* :P<br><br>technology in the Imperium is basically the monoply of the Cult Mechanicus... your average person doesnt know how a lasgun(the most common human weapon) works. just that it does, and maybe how to take apart and put it back together. technology works by magic, as far as most are concerned. for a example, see this quote: <div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Strike the first rune upon the engine's casing employing the chosen wrench. Its tip should be anointed with the oil of engineering using the proper incantation when the auspices are correct. Strike the second rune upon the engine's casing employing the arc-tip of the power-driver. If the second rune is not good, a third rune may be struck in like manner to the first. This is done according to the true ritual laid down by Scotti the Enginseer. A libation should be offered. If this sequence is properly observed the engines may be brought to full activation by depressing the large panel marked "ON".</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>as such, any and all engineering or fix-it types must be of the Mechanicus. as such those sample images are pretty ideal, the last is highly stylized obviously... but im willing to accept a character based on it for the sake of the RP. if you dont want to use those... feel free to simply make up a character appearance, rust coloured robes and excessive replacement of organic bits for tech is a must. <br><br>but i should point out that the Mechanicus, generally, despises flesh, seeing it and all manner of biological processes as a weakness.... nor do they care about their appearance in terms of looks... function is much more important, and the higher in rank you go... the less biological bits they have left.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 06:07:43</strong>
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				OK. I have a few pics that have girls that are wearing steam punk like armor that looks like robotic limbs, and...girls with robotic limbs lol. do they HAVE to have robes?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 06:09:08</strong>
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				lol, you can just 'say' they have the robe in the description<br><br>but feel free to send me those images in pm and ill look them over with you ^^
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 06:21:43</strong>
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				Ok! One more question...they can't have pointy ears, right?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 06:45:07</strong>
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				nope, only eldar have pointy ears :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 08:20:14</strong>
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				Redshirts are enshrined in sci-fi tradition, we can't do without them. Particularly in a 40k setting, where their sacred duty is to not just die to show off their expendability, but to die in horrific and terrible ways, preferably en masse, before the heroic leadership (that's us) gets to work. So thus, my vote is strongly for the classic huge-crew ship, though they're not going to be anything approaching relevant to us.<br><br>Oh, and I've been shanghaied into playing the ship's Navigator, so hi. Nice to meet you, don't look me in the eye (the extra one). It hurts. A lot.<br><br>And what an electic crew so far - an abhuman, two Eldar, and a renegade Space Marine. Should be interesting to see how the latter two end up working out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 09:02:43</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; Cin&nbsp; (Jacinta La'Joffery)<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Human (Gue'vesa- descendant of former Adeptus Sororitas Orders Dialogous)<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp; 26<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong>&nbsp; Female<br><br><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>&nbsp; Heterosexual <br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong>&nbsp; <strong>Cin</strong> (http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/Gue-vesa.jpg?t=1261892106)&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong>&nbsp; Translator<br><br><strong>Equipment:</strong>&nbsp; Tau Plasma Rifle, purity seal,&nbsp; Monofiliment dagger. lasipistol.<br><br><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong>&nbsp; Through she is a descendant, she is still considered a traitor by the Ministorum.&nbsp; Thus is hiding in the open, and what better way to avoid the Inquistion then on a Rogue Trader ship.&nbsp; As she visits the Empire of her parents.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong>&nbsp; Assign to assist during the Damocles Gulf Crusade.&nbsp; In which the Imperiluim pulled back as the Tau over ran worlds with in the sector.&nbsp; Sister Tatiana La'Joffery found herself with one of the Imperial Guard legions that had got caught.&nbsp; &nbsp;Of which would be welcome into the Tau Empire.&nbsp; This was Jacinta's great, great grandmother.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Her great, great grand father she knows not much.&nbsp; Except for he had been killed by those that refused to side with the Tau.&nbsp; &nbsp;Thou it is likely he had been a Imperial Guardsmen. <br><br>Gue'vesa are considered traitors of the Imperialium.&nbsp; &nbsp;As such no mercy is granted those to be found out such.&nbsp; So the decision to leave and see the expense of the Imperialium&nbsp; has Jacinta go under a alias of Cin.&nbsp; Less her name turn up on some inquisitors list.&nbsp; That is her last name.&nbsp; &nbsp;She though had a family skill passed down from her great great grandmother Tatiana, the skill of dialogue.&nbsp; &nbsp;The learning of translating and deciphering ancient and alien text.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;This skill is valuable to any legit or even active criminal rogue trader.&nbsp; As they and their ship transverse the paths of space.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Cin is not xenophobic in her allegiance to the Tau.&nbsp; &nbsp; They are different but not such that it makes them evil.&nbsp; The same can be said of others, such as Eldar.&nbsp; &nbsp; This trait alone her tolerance of abhumans and other alien races, could possibly lead one to suspect there is more to Cin then what she lets on.&nbsp; Which is not very much.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she gives no background from where she comes, other then she is a traveler, a translator and merc for hire.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Thou she does carry items dear to her.&nbsp; The purity seal was Tatiana's,&nbsp; her great great grandmother.&nbsp; &nbsp; Most think the Tau plasma rifle a trophy from another job previously by Cin.&nbsp; &nbsp; It had been her brother's, brought back.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through she was told he had been killed.&nbsp; She did hear rumors that the Gue'vesa squad of her brothers had been captured.&nbsp; Thus she does try to search out answers,&nbsp; to find any leads on her brother.&nbsp; &nbsp; She is trained in the use of the rifle.&nbsp; &nbsp;As all are,&nbsp; for her home planet is one that sees regular incursions of Imperial Guard regiments trying to win back the planet.&nbsp; &nbsp; Thou the last one had been nearly thirty years ago, before her birth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 15:02:17</strong>
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				I think I'm going to have to drop out of this one.&nbsp; A little too "specific" for my tastes and those pics of the Sororitas didn't really convey what I had in mind at all for my character concept.&nbsp; Sorry.&nbsp; <br><br>Best of luck.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 16:18:28</strong>
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				aw *hugs*, well, i hope you find another game more to your tastes! ^^<br><br>ESG Accepted<br><br><br>heres how we stand so far:<br>2 humans<br>1 space marine<br>2 eldar<br>1 abhuman<br><br>being made/discussed/considered (that im aware of)<br>+1 abhuman Navigator<br>1 dark eldar (as it turns out, they dont hate each other unconditionally has i had thought. eldar pity them, thusly, im allowing a DE)<br>+1 human (Mechanicus)<br>(if ive forgotten you, im sorry o_O)<br><br>that brings our projected total to 9 people. from here on, anyone who hasnt already pitched a xenos idea to me must play human, perhaps one tau, but thats it for xenos :P<br><br>and sexually, the projected total stands at (as far as i know) (bisexuals dont count, since they go both ways):<br><br>likes women: 2<br>likes men: 0 (any of you ladies straight? o_o)<br>(actually, if you could add your sexuality to your profile... that would be good, no one gets unpleasant surprises that way :P just put 'Sexuality: whatever' between Age and Appearance)<br><br>ship style votes:<br>for the Dominator Cruiser: 3<br>for a Smaller hull: 1
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 17:13:21</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Dende<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human (Mechanicus)<br><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Body Structure (http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Anime%20Girls/Sci-Fi/jio.jpg)<br>Dende has a great body, and is well known for busty chest, excellent belly, and long, firm legs, without a single hair covering them. She has a great body to touch and grip during an intense sexual scene, and her body can withstand a lot of punishment. The most noticeable part of her body are her large breasts, which are not only very large for her age, but are growing at a fast rate. They are very soft and tender, and have a great shape. She has a very attractive face with dark red lips and soft brown eyes. She has straight, shining brown hair that goes down to her fine ass.<br><br>Despite&nbsp; the picture, Dende&nbsp; does NOT wear a highly sugestive schoolgirl uniform. Like all other Mechanicus, Dende wears a red robe. The robe is a smooth, almost shineing peice of clothing, and it trails all the way down to Dende's feet. Even though the robe can be closed, Dende prefers it to stay open. The robe covers her shoulders and sides, but it does not cover her breasts at all, reveling her nipples. The only other pieces of clothing that Dende wears is her red panties (see in picture) and her long leg socks (also in picture).<br><br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong> Head Engineer<br><strong>Equipment </strong> <br>Twin Robotic Arms: Even though Dende was never really into replacnig her flesh bosy with robotic parts, it was ritual for the Mechanicus to replace some of their body with machinery. So, Dende replaced her arms with powerful robotic arms. These arms give Dende Super Strength, the power to emmit orange electricity from her hands in any form, and are rather quick and percise. These arms are very good for working around the ship, because is there is something that needs fixing or lifting, Dende can do it all with her arms.<br><br><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong> The Mechanicus gave Dende up to the ship simply because she was too human to be a true Mechanicus. Since the young girl desired sexual intercourse and lusted to get pregnant, they gave her up without a regret.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> <br>Sorry, but I need to finish this later. Very busy. Hope you understand...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 17:32:08</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2582723#msg2582723">Quote from: Darkling on 27-12-2009, 16:18:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>and sexually, the projected total stands at (as far as i know) (bisexuals dont count, since they go both ways):<br><br>likes women: 2<br>likes men: 0 (any of you ladies straight? o_o)<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>you analogy of counting lesbians as men doesn't really work though because if two lesbians like each other they can cancel out that way.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 17:38:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Synaerihl <br><strong>Race:</strong> Dark Eldar, Wych Succubus <br><strong>Age:</strong> 218<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bi, sadistic, masochistic...heck, she's Dark Eldar, people! Remember where Slaanesh came from!? ;)<br><strong>Reason for being on the ship:</strong> It's as good as any place when she can't go home, and it's safer way out here than deeper into the Imperium for an 'orphaned' dark eldar.<br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong> Muscle. Dark Eldar are expert raiders and pirates, after all.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Syn is what most would imagine in a dark eldar wych: tall, beautiful, elegant and predatory. Every movement is a study in grace, and when she fights it's pure, sadistic, poetry.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She wears her dark hair long, currently favouring most of it pulled back into two braids, dyed a vibrant, yet dark, purple and woven through with spiked silver wire, that still reaches to her taut behind. She keeps the bangs, and a pair of curved dagger-like cuts framing her exotically beautiful face dyed in blood red. This cut does a nice job to accentuate her lovely pointed ears and their many interesting piercings.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Syn favours minimal clothing, no matter what she's doing, especially fighting. Unless she's got to go into a hostile environment, almost anything she wears would fall somewhere between lingerie and bondage/fetish-chic (by 21st Century human standards anyways). Obviously, this leaves her athletic figure and pale, almost corpse-like, smooth skin almost entirely on display. She has no inhibitions, and in fact delights in taunting the human crew members with glimpses of her naked breasts or hairless pubis (she promised she wouldn't actually hurt anyone, so she takes what she can get).<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Height:</strong> 5'10”<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<strong>Weight:</strong> 131 lbs.<br><br>Syn in her wych armour (http://i656.photobucket.com/albums/uu284/Asherah_photos/DE1.jpg?t=1262046812) <em>(courtesy of ESG! Yay!&nbsp; ;D )</em><br>Syn in the bath (NSFW) (http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/1858/wetelforiginal.jpg)<br><br><strong>Notable Equipment:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Agonizer: A roughly 7' polearm, the final two and a half feet a slightly curved, barbed and serrated monomolecular blade with a hook on the back of the base and 'sword breaker' spikes on the sides. A hidden blade, about eight inches long and sharpened on both sides, can be sprung from the opposite end of the shaft as well.</li><li>Combat Drugs: Syn still has a decent supply of her drugs, and fortunately, she has the skills to make more. Synthesizing the ingredients is the main hurdle.</li><li>Hellmask: Formed from the front carapace, the 'face', of a genestealer Synaerihl herself killed in a Commoragh arena, this was crafted for her as her prize for winning that tournament.</li><li>Gruesome Talismans: Fingers, ears, skulls, faces, teeth and other assorted goodies she's continued to collect since she joined the crew of the <em>Void Bound</em>.</li><li>Splinter pistol with several monomolecular blades built onto it.</li><li>Close combat weapons: a small assortment of mono-blades of various sizes, the odd wych weapon or two, just what she could grab and carry when she fled the destruction of her Cult.</li><li>Poison blades: Sort of...she has the blades, and along with knowing how to make combat drugs, Syn knows a few pretty nice poison recipes.</li><li>Wych armour (yup, good old chainmail bikini and paper-mache...)</li></ul><br><strong>Bio:</strong><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Synaerihl is the last survivor, at least as far as she knows, of the Wych Cult of Execration. Betrayed in what could most likely be considered a political move during a series of raids, the Kabal of the Poisoned Heart was somehow manoeuvred by a rival Wych Cult into ambushing the Cult of Execration upon the latter's return to Commoragh after a particularly harsh raid (they hadn't expected to find Ultramarines already engaged with the orks...). Such attacks are not uncommon amongst the Dark Eldar, as stealing slaves is perfectly acceptable behaviour if one can get away with it, but in their weakened state, the Cult of Execration was wiped out.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Perhaps some others escaped, Syn doesn't know, she fled when it became obvious that her Cult was going to lose the battle, cutting a swath through the warriors of the Kabal to find freedom. Returning quickly to her Cult's compound, she gathered what she could, bitterly casting aside trophies of her arena victories, the markers of her rise through the Cult to be recognized as a truly elite warrior and a Succubus.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Synaerihl narrowly avoided being caught again as the warriors of the Kabal of the Poisoned Heart arrived to finish things off, taking a reaver jetbike and making her way through the dark streets of the nightmare city, into the webway.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Eventually she decided she had to leave the webway, to try to find some other way to make it on her own. Reasonably certain of where she was, due in good part to the computers on her reaver, Syn did and found herself on the same remote world where the <em>Void Bound</em> was resupplying. Almost a pirate planet, the local populace either left Syn alone or ran the other way, and she was able to begin offering her services as a mercenary, her inquiries eventually leading her to Captain Avorn.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;A year in, and Syn is finding things...not too bad. Beats death, or worse, living as a slave to a rival wych Cult. <br><br>-----<br><br>Pics and finally remembered to put wych armour onto her equipment list. :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 18:32:26</strong>
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				Aren't you a little <del>short</del> young to be a <del>stormtrooper</del> Enginseer? ;D
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 18:37:59</strong>
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				ana Accepted, <br>carli's will be reviewed when its done :P<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soren</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 20:13:59</strong>
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				Okay!<br><br>I updated my character profile. Everyone should take a look at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 20:27:47</strong>
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				may need to give Darvius a squirt bottle to keep that naughty lil abhuman from marring the leg of his armor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 20:46:22</strong>
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				Name: Benidal, late of House Marcorne<br><br>Race: Navigator (Abhuman)<br><br>Age: 35<br><br>Sexuality: Straight<br><br>Appearance: Very tall and thin, with long, flexible fingers.&nbsp; Very pale skin with no hair, making his space-black eyes even more distinctive. He has an eclectic wardrobe that changes in color and style from day to day, but two things always remain the same – a plain black sash with marks where buttons were torn or cut off, and the tight black leather skullcap that he wears constantly, in bed or out of it.<br><br>Position on the ship: Navigator<br><br>Equipment: Hellpistol, vibro-knife.<br><br>Reason for being on the Ship: He needs to Navigate. It’s in his blood and genes, the only place he’s really at peace. It also means he’s safe from the untold multitudes of people who would happily slaughter him horribly for being a mutant.<br><br>Bio: House Marcorne was not a giant, but nor was it a gnat. Its leadership was always seeking to increase their standing, though, and so it was arranged that one of their sons would marry the daughter of a larger, much more powerful House, entertwining the larger House’s inherent skill at finding the fastest warp currents with Marcorne’s knack for predicting and avoiding mishaps that others might fall prey to. The young Benidal Marcorne was chosen as the offering for this political and genetic alliance, but he did not want to go. Despite all his upbringing, teachings, and isolation, he had managed to meet and fall in love with a ‘normal’, a pretty girl who owned a tailoring shop near the House compound. She loved him too, despite his aberrant nature, and he promised that someday his wealth and influence would lift her out of the relative poverty she labored in. But the impending marriage would doom that promise – as an imprisoned husband in his wife’s household, he would have no influence and all, and no wealth beyond what he was given. In a rush of ill thought, he tried to leave, flee his own family and escape with his mundane love. Of course, it was not to be, as there was no way one man could evade the resources of an entire Navigator House. He was caught, the girl was murdered before his eyes, and he was brought for judgment. His crime was unforgivable – in one action, he had insulted a much more powerful House, risked the stability and survival of his own, and shamed the entire race of Navigators by daring to consort with a human. The punishment, it was decided, would be exactly what he wanted; if he enjoyed the company of ‘blinders’ to his own kind, then he would spend the rest of his unnatural lifespan amongst them, forever cut off and exiled from Navigator society. It was meant to be a death sentence, as no Navigator could live long without protection and support in a galaxy where countless people hungered for their deaths even as they depended upon them. He had clandestine access to a small account that would be replenished at regular intervals, but those few who knew about it immediately began placing bets on how many months it would be before the withdrawals stopped.<br><br>Six years later, they were still coming. With the ultimate motivation at hand – survival – Benidal learned very quickly how to conceal his true nature from curious eyes. It was really as simple as discarding all the paraphernalia of the Navigator’s trade, though this in itself was an act of will. Without the shiny uniform (replaced by a ragged assortment of clothing) and trademark headband marked with the Navigator’s Eye (instead an unadorned skullcap), he was no different than any other odd-looking human. Through luck and experience, he learned to fight, becoming proficient both at knife-fighting and unarmed combat,and quite skilled at shooting. He was still no match for an expert combatant or someone obviously superhuman, but he had one final weapon for those situations. It was widely known that meeting the gaze of a Navigator’s Warp Eye was instant death for anyone but another Navigator,and Benidal had learned to use it as a weapon when there was no other option. No one, even the most drug-hyped mugger, expected the removal of his skullcap to reveal a third eye, and invariably their gaze was drawn to it, even if for only a moment – which was all that he needed. It was still a last resort though, because the feedback created from that momentary connection as his victims died was something he hated experiencing once, let alone over and over.<br><br>He travelled for a time, drifting from planet to planet on his relatively meager allowance, avoiding places where people likely to recognize his true nature would congregate, instead immersing himself in the common folk who would tear a mutant to pieces without a second thought. He was always missing something, though, but what it was he didn’t know until a chance encounter with a smuggler in a bar, espousing under drink how he could make a fortune by running guns to a planet at war against itself, but was afraid he’d get there too late to sell. Two days later, one slightly shell-shocked captain and a crew more concerned with money than mutants found themselves with their own personal (temporary) Navigator, something reserved for the richest and biggest ships. They made record time indeed, cutting the captain’s time estimate in half and making everyone happy – Benidal most of all. He had found what he needed to make him happy, and began to ply his trade again. Only criminals or smugglers, the people least likely to talk about him and attract dangerous attention, but he didn’t care as long as he could Navigate. Now living from commission to commission, making his regular withdrawals from his allowance account but immediately depositing it in another account of his own creation, he ended up on yet another backwater planet hunting a new job when he met the Rogue Trader Avorn. Here, at last, was an opportunity match made in heaven, so to speak – the relative safety of a Rogue Trader’s commission would protect him from whatever assassins his jilted bride’s family might still have hunting him, and the services of her own personal Navigator would allow the risk-loving captain to pursue even more profitable ventures. The fact that she was exceptionally beautiful didn’t hurt either.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 20:51:48</strong>
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				soren re-accepted<br>glyph accepted<br>IB accepted
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 21:39:59</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Commander (ret.) Klaus Steiner<br><br><strong>Race (or faction):</strong> Human, Former Imperial Guard<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 120 (rejuvenat treatments make him appear to be in his 40's)<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight.<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Greying hair, muscles made impressively large by decades of weightlifting and combat, scars covering his face and torso, and a preference for military green clothing, combined with the severe look in his hazel eyes, echoing years of active duty on the front lines of dozens of planets, fighting all sorts of foes from both outside, and within the Imperium.<br><br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong> De-facto First officer, and 'Troubleshooter' (He sees trouble, he Shoots it.)<br><br><strong>Equipment:</strong><br>Multi-Melta<br>Carapace Armour<br>Laspistol<br>Chainsword<br><br><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong> Well, someone has to take care of the kid in command, especially after her dad up and died.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> A retired Kasrkin Storm Trooper, Klaus has seen the worst that Chaos can cause, and seen the best in the actions of his brothers in arms that fought and died for nearly forty years, as he rose in the ranks, not by merit of talent or nepotism, but by being the last one alive and still holding the defensive positions he and his companies had died to protect from the foul Heretics and Xenos.<br><br>During his time as a soldier, he met the previous captain of the cruiser, and, after a particularly entertaining brawl that savaged two bars and a nightclub, the two men became close friends, maintaining contact over the years, and, eventually, working together after Klaus retired from the Imperial Guard. Currently, he's arguably the oldest human aboard the ship, and the one whose sage advice when dealing with more obstinate contracts tends to start, and finish, when he aims the twin barrels of his multimelta at the recitcaltrent party.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 21:42:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Athenanude&nbsp; &nbsp;your envisioning a muscle physique futa gal.&nbsp; So if you change your mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;I would suggest a Imperial guardsmen from Catachan, the jungle fighters.&nbsp; &nbsp;The planet that some say Orgyns come from.&nbsp; For that matter because the Catachan muscle bound physiques they are often referred to as little orgyns.&nbsp; Plus they do have females in the regiments. <br><br>Anathanasia&nbsp; A good art site to look through is&nbsp; Renderosity (http://www.renderosity.com)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 23:15:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				i dont see any dark eldar on that render site :S<br><br>sel approved<br><br>current numbers <br>4 humans (still waitng on carli to finish, but ill count her anyway)<br>1 space marine<br>2 eldar<br>1 dark eldar<br>2 abhuman<br><br>10 in total, that leaves two spots if theres anyone else out there in elli-land who wants to join... you should do so soon.<br><br>sexuality list:<br>2 Bi woman (Darkling, ana)<br>1 Bi(?) intersexed (soren)<br>1 Lesbian (tsa)<br>4 Straight male(kol, IB, glyph, sel)<br>2 Straight woman (ESG, carli)<br><br>the number work out well enough ^^<br><br>ship size votes:<br>Dominator Cruiser: 4 (myself, glyph, IB, kol)<br>A Smaller Hull: 1 (tsa)<br>thats 5 of 10! vote more! *growl*
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Soren</strong> on <strong>27-12-2009, 23:58:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The size of the vessel isn't a concern to me. I would personally choose a smaller one, but that wouldn't work with some of the characters we have here in this RP.<br><br>In conclusion,&nbsp; my vote goes to the Dominator cruiser.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2583068#msg2583068">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 27-12-2009, 20:27:47</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">may need to give Darvius a squirt bottle to keep that naughty lil abhuman from marring the leg of his armor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Maybe... ^^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 00:38:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2583426#msg2583426">Quote from: Darkling on 27-12-2009, 23:15:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">i don't see any dark eldar on that render site :S</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yeah, I looked there, didn't see any. Not on Renderotica, either.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2583426#msg2583426">Quote from: Darkling on 27-12-2009, 23:15:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">ship size votes:<br>Dominator Cruiser: 4 (myself, glyph, IB, kol)<br>A Smaller Hull: 1 (tsa)<br>thats 5 of 10! vote more! *growl*<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I'm all for the giant space cathedrals myself. I agree with the idea that they are somewhat central to the dark Gothic atmosphere, being big enough that even with thousands of crew the expansive halls can still feel eerily empty at times...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 01:47:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I cast my vote towards the Dominator classs cruiser as the backdrop of the role play.&nbsp; &nbsp;It just fits better with the concept.&nbsp; &nbsp;This is not the Alliance vs the Firefly but the grimdark.&nbsp; &nbsp; Plus as noted a smaller setting will not work with some of the characters we have.&nbsp; &nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 02:25:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And I think that locks the vote in favor of the space cathedral, with 7 'ayes'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 04:40:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				indeed. with 10 people... 6 ayes would have been enough XD<br><br>Dominator Cruiser it is ^^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 05:00:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ahh well, I can give the space cathedral a shot, if it doesn't work I can always go make another rp
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 16:38:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				alrighty, we seem about good. once carli gets her bio finished ill begin composing the IC
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 22:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				OH, don't mind me. I'm just having trouble thinking of what to write with my limited knowlage...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:06:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe have her be the daughter of a higher-ranked Tech-Priest (of either sex), who was aiming to have her follow in their holy cybernetic footsteps until it became obvious she wasn't suited for the job? It'd explain why she's so exceptionally young and already augmented as well as trained (both of which are rare and extremely expensive).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:28:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, i was planning that she would be sort of a slutty nun, where she was a rebel and finally hr fellow Mechanicus gave her up. Based on my fetish for pregnancy, she would seduce another into impregnating her, and either she is already pregnant when she joined the ship or she WILL get pregnant. Unless there is someone who is willing to be the father of her kid if she is already pregnant...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>28-12-2009, 23:37:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				alrighty... ill get workin on it... do you come up with somthing eventually though :P doesnt have to be complex<br><br>expect IC early tomorrow or later today, depending on my inspiration ^^
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:11:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2585936#msg2585936">Quote from: Carlissa on 28-12-2009, 23:28:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well, i was planning that she would be sort of a slutty nun, where she was a rebel and finally hr fellow Mechanicus gave her up. Based on my fetish for pregnancy, she would seduce another into impregnating her, and either she is already pregnant when she joined the ship or she WILL get pregnant. Unless there is someone who is willing to be the father of her kid if she is already pregnant...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hm.<br><br>Based on this...it's quite late in the game to be suggesting it, but you might want to consider a small career change. Engine rooms of modern-day ships aren't exactl safe places to be bringing fetuses, and a 41st-century cruiser's engine room would be a bazillion times worse. (Unless you've got a mutation fetish as well&nbsp; ;D :o). Not to mention the difficulties that could arise trying to perform an enginseer's duties while pregnant to any degree, since they can and frequently do involve squeezing into tight spaces to hammer on uncooperative objects with a holy wrench.<br><br>You mentioned 'slutty nun', though, which gives me an idea/suggestion - give her back her real arms instead of cybernetic ones, and instead of being a Mechanicus outcast, have her be an ex-Adeptus Sororitas (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Sisters_of_Battle), one of the Sisters of Battle. They're an order of extremely fanatical and militant female warriors who like heavy caliber weaponry and flamethrowers - quite literally, crazy battle nuns. From there, it's very easy (for me) to visualize the jump to a Sororitas initiate who was far too concerned with the pleasures of the flesh and the results of those pleasures to make it beyond more than the earliest steps of training before getting kicked out of the convent or just leaving. If she had, say, been raised in the convent as an orphan or something, abandoning the Sisters would probably cut her off from any resources, leaving her to pick between using what she'd been taught and signing up as a mercenary warrior for someone or just being a prostitute.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 01:55:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				TheGlyphstone&nbsp; I liked your idea on being a daughter to a tech-priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;It explain how young and the amount of training. Without it I also have a hard time grasping around it.&nbsp; <br><br>A&nbsp; good point on the engine rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nice idea on the&nbsp; ex Adeptus Sororitas, thou she does not have to be ex militant branch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps from a non combatant such as ex from one of the orders hospitaller&nbsp; such as the cleansing water order.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, her fetish in striving to become impregnated caused her to be booted.&nbsp; <br><br>So instead of hiring out as merc,&nbsp; a medical personal.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:01:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2586340#msg2586340">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 29-12-2009, 01:55:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">TheGlyphstone&nbsp; I liked your idea on being a daughter to a tech-priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;It explain how young and the amount of training. Without it I also have a hard time grasping around it.&nbsp; <br><br>A&nbsp; good point on the engine rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nice idea on the&nbsp; ex Adeptus Sororitas, thou she does not have to be ex militant branch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps from a non combatant such as ex from one of the orders hospitaller&nbsp; such as the cleansing water order.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, her fetish in striving to become impregnated caused her to be booted.&nbsp; <br><br>So instead of hiring out as merc,&nbsp; a medical personal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ooh, excellent idea. I don't think we have anyone on our 'team' who'd have more than rudimentary battlefield medicine training, and every ship's crew needs a 'Doc'.<br><br>Howbout it, Carlissa? Like the idea of being a slutty nun turned slutty nurse? You'd have tons of crew members lining up with minor (self-inflicted) injuries hoping to get a full "checkup". :D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:14:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2586340#msg2586340">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 29-12-2009, 01:55:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">TheGlyphstone&nbsp; I liked your idea on being a daughter to a tech-priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;It explain how young and the amount of training. Without it I also have a hard time grasping around it.&nbsp; <br><br>A&nbsp; good point on the engine rooms.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Nice idea on the&nbsp; ex Adeptus Sororitas, thou she does not have to be ex militant branch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Perhaps from a non combatant such as ex from one of the orders hospitaller&nbsp; such as the cleansing water order.&nbsp; &nbsp;However, her fetish in striving to become impregnated caused her to be booted.&nbsp; <br><br>So instead of hiring out as merc,&nbsp; a medical personal.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I second this idea for Carli. Seems a much better and safer fit than the prego enginseer.<br><br>Also, TWO pics, one provided very generously by ESG, in my character post on page two. Please check them out, they are both hawt! 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:25:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				my character is the doctor. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:44:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2586456#msg2586456">Quote from: Tsakara on 29-12-2009, 02:25:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">my character is the doctor.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> This. <br><br>though i suppose with a crew of several thousand... theres likely to be more than one, but itll subtract from tsa's role
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 02:47:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Phooie, so much for our cunning plans then.<br><br>Could still be a nurse/assistant maybe, helpful to have someone with firsthand knowledge/experience of human biology...<br><br>There's the Order Dialogus, the scribes/translators/sages. That'd be a useful role to have if it's not stepping on someone else's toes. Out goes slutty nun/slutty nurse, in goes slutty nun/slutty librarian?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 03:00:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Gahhhh I totally forgot about tight spaces! *Gets hit by an invisible obget and flies over the herizon*<br><br>Well, if my character was a nurse, she could have a relationship with Tsakara's character...or someone else.<br>She could deliver people to the informory when needed, and like other people said, it is a big ship. So, how bout it, Tsakara?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 03:21:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The tight spaces bother you, but not the toxic chemicals and hard radiation? ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 03:57:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				...Look if you don't want me pregnant in the RP then just SAY so!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:05:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Clarissa, if you're looking for a concept that doesn't step on anyone else's shtick and still lets you indulge in such fetishes as you prefer, you might consider the ship's astropath. There's the whole blindness thing, yes, but you have vast psychic senses to compensate. You could always go with something like that you've kept your other senses (and they've heightened some from compensating for blindness), and between those and your new ones, you've come to enjoy the tactile and sensual pleasures far too much to be seen as proper. Eventually you've ended up on a Rogue Trader to serve there and stay ahead of the consequences of sinking further into degeneracy and desires to explore said senses.<br><br>Just a suggestion as people brainstorm.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:07:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I don't have any problem with it, really - it's your character/fetish. I just found it funny that fitting into tight spaces was the first problem that jumped to mind, instead of the more industrial hazards. Besides, I wouldn't be the one getting you pregnant anyway (Navigator genetics are <strong>really</strong> screwy, sources argue if we're even fertile with normal humans).<br><br>Kol's got a good idea, if you don't like the sexy scribe/librarian or if Tsakara would rather not have an assistant. It just seems like the pregnancy concept is a bigger aspect of the intended character than the engineer aspect, and since they clash without a rather lumpy suspension of disbelief, we're trying to help find a role on the ship where you'd be able to indulge in that at will.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:07:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ignore him. your welcome to indulge any kinks you like, thats why i put this in EX<br><br>&nbsp;:P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:10:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Ahem.<br><br>^points at above post.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:11:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				but yeh, either works. a Sororitas Hospitaller nurse, or a astropath, either works... though astropaths are usually messed up in the head
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:12:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And who on this ship isn't?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:13:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's 40k, messed up in the head in some manner or another is like... default. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:19:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				lol! i meant, notably so, like twitchy and stuff.<br><br>but i think the nurse bit would be better, while i would have liked a PC astropath, (no offense, but) carli isnt fammilar with 40k, i dont know if she could play a Astropath convincingly without people pointing out corrections for all her posts XD which would get annoying, fast, :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:29:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Yeah, you're right. I would fail at being those whachamacallits...Astropaths, as you youngsters would say!&nbsp; :P So I guess I'll be a nurse then...But should I keep the robotic arms or find another pic? Hmm...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:34:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				why doesn't she be the sensoria officer, its on the bridge so less dangerous stuff, its fairly easy to stay in universe...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:35:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Up to you, really - cyberlimbs tend to grow exponentially in cost compared to how useful they are, so an arm good enough to function as well as a normal limb would cost a lot, and one better than a normal hand would cost even more. They're only compulsory for the Mechanicus, a medical professional would do just fine with human arms.<br><br>Besides, how hard can it be to find sexy nurse pics? :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 04:53:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				hey you guys wanna find a chatroom to get this last little bits of discussion finished instead of just posting back and forth?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 05:03:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2587036#msg2587036">Quote from: Tsakara on 29-12-2009, 04:34:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">why doesn't she be the sensoria officer, its on the bridge so less dangerous stuff, its fairly easy to stay in universe...<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>So I'm guessing that you don't want me to be a nurse?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 05:19:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2587103#msg2587103">Quote from: Tsakara on 29-12-2009, 04:53:10</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">hey you guys wanna find a chatroom to get this last little bits of discussion finished instead of just posting back and forth?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>If it doesn't involve me installing any software.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 05:35:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				its fine to discuss stuff here... its what the OOC is for... after the RP has been running for a while, i may see if i can bother a mod to delete the unnecessary posts so all the character stuff is on the first page... but thats about it<br><br>*edited* added a basic map of the bridge of the ship, to my ships sheet
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 06:03:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				its more a case of, we could have all this stuff settled in like 2 minutes if we could chat live<br><br><br>and its not that I don't want Carlissa being a nurse, its just, ya know, stepping on toes etc.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 06:08:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I think it's more a case that Carlissa needs to know if you want your toes stepped on or not, so she knows whether to be a sexy nurse or to go hunting for pictures of a sexy scribe/astropath/sensor officer/idea she had herself/who knows what at this point. Those hot pics don't find themselves, you know. ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 07:59:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				This post is necessary!<br><br>Bath pic now on imageshack, so go look. <br><br>Did I mention there's nudity?&nbsp; ;)<br><br>Oh, hell, here, reposted for your convenience: Syn in the bath (NSFW) (http://img17.imageshack.us/img17/1858/wetelforiginal.jpg)<br><br>There. No excuses! Go enjoy porn!&nbsp; XD<br><br>Edit: trying again...I dunno what happened before.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 14:03:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It says it is forbidden...<br><br>And I have found this REALLY hot nurse pic, but I'm not sure it fits the series...<br><br>http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Elliquiy%20Only/brf2.jpg (http://i391.photobucket.com/albums/oo351/PikaPow3/Elliquiy%20Only/brf2.jpg)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 16:38:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				yea, 403 error.... very odd o_o<br><br>(IC almost done)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 17:36:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Don't stress too hard on finding an exact pic- I couldn't find anything, even with the vaguest search string of 'tall, thin, bald man'.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>29-12-2009, 18:15:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				IC up, have fun! :D<br><br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56491.0)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 02:47:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Woah! Super long posts guys!<br><br>And I STILL don't have an answer to my nurse question lol! Sigh...Don't know what else to be...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 03:04:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well if the nurse concept of a former order of Hospitaller in the Adepta Sororitas steps on toes.&nbsp; &nbsp;A slight tweak and say she had been from an order of famulous,&nbsp; diplomats, advsors knowledgeable in noble familes.&nbsp; Working of trade agreements.&nbsp; &nbsp;As my character background is more on translating with a hand me down learning of a ancestor of a order of dalogous.&nbsp; &nbsp;One from famulous would be more the negotiator.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>But like before with the nurse concept your fetish of wanting to get pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Caused some improprieties an thus release from the order.&nbsp; As these occurred amongst perhaps say noble families.&nbsp; &nbsp;An you will not be stepping on my toes.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 05:39:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I've gotta say, I'd prefer if she wasn't a nurse, just so I can npc medical crew the way I want and don't have to worry about continuity between our two characters.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 05:48:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2589672#msg2589672">Quote from: Elven Sex Goddess on 30-12-2009, 03:04:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Well if the nurse concept of a former order of Hospitaller in the Adepta Sororitas steps on toes.&nbsp; &nbsp;A slight tweak and say she had been from an order of famulous,&nbsp; diplomats, advsors knowledgeable in noble familes.&nbsp; Working of trade agreements.&nbsp; &nbsp;As my character background is more on translating with a hand me down learning of a ancestor of a order of dalogous.&nbsp; &nbsp;One from famulous would be more the negotiator.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>But like before with the nurse concept your fetish of wanting to get pregnant.&nbsp; &nbsp;Caused some improprieties an thus release from the order.&nbsp; As these occurred amongst perhaps say noble families.&nbsp; &nbsp;An you will not be stepping on my toes.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>I like ESG's idea here. If she doesn't feel that a ex-trainee from one of the Orders Dialogus would crimp her style, then it's a simple shift for Carli, and gets her away from stepping on Tsakara's toes.<br><br>Win!&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:08:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				this is a good time to remind people on a condition that was set back in the intck.<br><br>at the time, i requested people discuss and give their opinion on the rules i had suggested. no one had a problem with this, so i will be enforcing it now that the RP has started<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">-i am very much hoping for a certain level of competence, three-liners are not welcome (four lines, absolute minimum), 3rd person, good grammer, im not a nazi... mostly *cackles*, but if you cannot maintain that level of literacy... it would be remiss of me to allow it to lower the quality of everyone else's experience.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>if you have issue with this now, too bad :P<br>if you skipped the intck, and joined on directly to the OOC, well thats your own fault for being a jonny-come-latey :P<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:21:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				No word count per line?<br><br><br>See Jack.<br>See Jane.<br>See Jack screw Jane.<br>Screw, Jack, screw!<br><br>&nbsp;;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tsakara</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:26:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				the whole word count per post thing has never sat well with me, because if your having a conversation with someone, then there isn't going to BE that much to post, you can't speak for them without metagaming, and there's nothing for your character to be doing that won't retract from the the whole conversation aspect of it. I mean, yes, minimum quality, I can understand that, but there times when there just isn't a way to get the quantity of text without stretching the situation ridiculously.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 06:33:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2590200#msg2590200">Quote from: Tsakara on 30-12-2009, 06:26:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">the whole word count per post thing has never sat well with me, because if your having a conversation with someone, then there isn't going to BE that much to post, you can't speak for them without metagaming, and there's nothing for your character to be doing that won't retract from the the whole conversation aspect of it. I mean, yes, minimum quality, I can understand that, but there times when there just isn't a way to get the quantity of text without stretching the situation ridiculously. <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>indeed you can, there are plenty of actions and observations one can make, tone of voice, inflection, thoughts in your head behind your words, and so on. thats why i said four lines, and not say, 6 or 8, because four is a reasonable amount to expect in a high functioning RP.<br><br>you were one of the first applicants back in the intchk... you had <strong>ample</strong> opportunity to object, or propose alternatives. and i might well have lowered it... but even after i bitchslapped it back 'on topic' and told people the topic was only for discussing the idea/my rules.. no one ever mentioned the post length restriction.<br><br>so now its law. and not a unreasonable one in my mind.<br><br>and im not so precise as to require a word count, i just add up all the peices and if it looks like four lines, its good
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 15:09:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Four lines isn't bad, but in a conversation it could get annoying. Too much detail for me :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 19:06:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				in case anyone is wondering, the current scene is intented as a opportunity for you to introduce your characters and socialize, or boink, or chat about what a whore your captain is, and so on. the first mission will be introduced soon.<br><br>of course... if youd all rather just get with the action... then tell me so and ill arrange things sooner than i had planned
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 21:05:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I think poor Carlissa is still in semi-limbo though, unless she decided ESG's idea of a Ordo Familious diplomat/translator was interesting. The crew's definitely going to have one, an interpreter would be almost as priceless for a Rogue Trader as a Navigator, so it might as well be a PC. If that's not her cup of tea though, we've still got to find a place she'll be happy.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 21:38:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2594529#msg2594529">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 31-12-2009, 21:05:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I think poor Carlissa is still in semi-limbo though, unless she decided ESG's idea of a Ordo Familious diplomat/translator was interesting. The crew's definitely going to have one, an interpreter would be almost as priceless for a Rogue Trader as a Navigator, so it might as well be a PC. If that's not her cup of tea though, we've still got to find a place she'll be happy.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>ESG is our translator :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 22:02:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hard to avoid having her stomp on people's toes when you keep shoving them under her foot, y'know. ;D ESG suggested it, so she must see some distinction at least.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>31-12-2009, 22:30:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2594356#msg2594356">Quote from: Darkling on 31-12-2009, 19:06:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">in case anyone is wondering, the current scene is intented as a opportunity for you to introduce your characters and socialize, or boink, or chat about what a whore your captain is, and so on. the first mission will be introduced soon.<br><br>of course... if youd all rather just get with the action... then tell me so and ill arrange things sooner than i had planned<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Honestly, I was just trying to be good and wait for at least all the accepted characters to get a post. Where'd Soren get off too, anyways?<br><br>I posted again, trying to give someone an opportunity to bump into Syn (decided she wasn't likely so close to bridge area/command deck that she'd have bumped into Glyph's character yet...yet!).<br><br>All that said, perhaps giving the game a kick to get everyone on the same page and started might not be a bad idea, Darkling.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 00:07:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I was doing the flipping about through the halls largely for ease of anyone running into Neremeth if they so wanted as they bopped about. Wouldn't terribly mind some time to get in initial interactions with other characters while the Captain is, y'know, erstwhile occupied, and Carlissa's character is still being sorted out, if you're asking.<br><br>I can land about the wych, sure.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 02:36:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2594617#msg2594617">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 31-12-2009, 22:02:07</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hard to avoid having her stomp on people's toes when you keep shoving them under her foot, y'know. ;D ESG suggested it, so she must see some distinction at least.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Yes there is a distinction,&nbsp; my character background comes from one that had been of the an order of dialogus.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which are translators, scribes per say.&nbsp; &nbsp; While one from one of the orders of famulous.&nbsp; &nbsp;Negotiators. advisers, who are knowledgeable in the nobility of the Imperialuim.&nbsp; Is where I suggested her character could draw a background from and secure a niche aboard the ship and crew.&nbsp; &nbsp;So&nbsp; I see it not as stepping on the toes of my character or hers.&nbsp; But as two parts that work integrally together in the mission of the captain and ship as Rogue traders.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 12:15:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Well, first thank you everyone for caring for my struggle in finding what the heck my character should do xD<br><br>ESG, even though I could be one of those advisors, I have almost no knowlage of the 40k universe (or whatever you call it), and I would probably really suck at it, xD
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 15:51:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				you could be a pencil pusher perhaps?<br><br>the Imperium loves its pencil pushers.<br><br>basically... youd be a uber bureaucrat, and go around objecting to anything dangerious, trying to get us to fill out forms for basically everything we do. we would of course shrug off the 'proper process' good naturedly, leaving you sputtering comedically.<br><br>on the other hand, youd be awesome for pinching pennies, getting us stuff for cheap, squeezing extra money out of a potential buyer by citing all sorts of bureaucratic gobbly gook, and so on.<br><br>(also, like any good bureaucrat, you arnt above bribery, though in your case i suppose you rather preferr bribes of the flesh, hense your knocked up state :P)<br><br>though, i dont think youd be able to come with us on combat missions D:
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 18:06:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				We are currently lacking an Administratum representative, this is true. Nothing says 'gothic' so much as the oppressive weight of bureaucracy, and the best part is that you don't actually need to know much about 40k to play it...just picture every bureaucrat you've ever known/seen/heard about, roll them into one, and turn the whole unholy creation up to 11.<br><br>You wouldn't always be alone on the ship either, I wouldn't be going on combat missions very frequently either. You might lose interest in me though after you learned that the Navigator subspecies isn't very compatible in terms of producing offspring with humans (and even on the rare occasion it works, they're normal human babies).
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:35:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2596729#msg2596729">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 01-01-2010, 18:06:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">We are currently lacking an Administratum representative, this is true. Nothing says 'gothic' so much as the oppressive weight of bureaucracy, and the best part is that you don't actually need to know much about 40k to play it...just picture every bureaucrat you've ever known/seen/heard about, roll them into one, and turn the whole unholy creation up to 11.<br><br>You wouldn't always be alone on the ship either, I wouldn't be going on combat missions very frequently either. You might lose interest in me though after you learned that the Navigator subspecies isn't very compatible in terms of producing offspring with humans (and even on the rare occasion it works, they're normal human babies).<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>i was under the impression that it worked fine... just the Navigator gene doesnt carry over unless both parents have it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>01-01-2010, 21:47:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Different sources are vague - all Lexicanum says on the subject is that the gene only breeds true between two Navigators. Considering even the severest abhumans like Ratlings and Ogryns can successfully cross-breed with humans and make hybrids of sorts, not to mention outright Xenos pairings, and all the other weird stuff that the gene does, it seemed entirely possible that there might be more issues than just the lack of passing on the gene.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 14:01:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I could be an Administrator...but the job doesn't match the character I had in mind at all...I mean, she was going to be young, sort of crazy and childish, and is a little goth girl. I don;t think she could take up a jo like that...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HairyHeretic</strong> on <strong>02-01-2010, 15:21:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				If you don't mind a non player chiming in, you might find this useful<br><br>Warhammer 40K Fluff Bible (http://www.scribd.com/doc/7027523/Warhammer-40K-Fluff-Bible#key1qahs08oel8qajmdcdxg)<br><br>It's the 40k fluff bible, which is a collection of assorted pieces of flavour text and information from many years of offical GW publications. Now, it may be somewhat outdated .. I first came across it years ago .. but for those unfamiliar with the 40k universe it should provide a decent wealth of details, and a reasonable overview.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:30:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hey guys, just want to chime and let you all know I'm kinda sick and so I'm gonna sit out a couple days. Just too tired and bleary eyed to really focus and write something worthwhile.<br><br>I'll be back in asap, just letting you all know so you don't wonder if I'm pulling a disappearing act or anything. :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>04-01-2010, 02:32:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2604150#msg2604150">Quote from: Anathanasia on 04-01-2010, 02:30:53</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Hey guys, just want to chime and let you all know I'm kinda sick and so I'm gonna sit out a couple days. Just too tired and bleary eyed to really focus and write something worthwhile.<br><br>I'll be back in asap, just letting you all know so you don't wonder if I'm pulling a disappearing act or anything. :)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>*hug!* get better soon! D:
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 04:45:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				hello Darkling,<br><br>I have the DARK HERESEY -and- just recently purchased ROGUE TRADER books and I am curious if:<br><br>1) your still looking for guys (yes, this one is straight as well)<br><br>2) if you would be interested in a human psyker that is a telekinetic or a pyromancer -or- if you want just a plain old guardsman/explorator/arch-militant.<br><br>Ill start my character creation, if your still looking for people. Happy gaming regardless!<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 05:13:14</strong>
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				This is actually a freeform game, we're not using DH or RT. :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:04:04</strong>
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				Oh, well then... pyromatic explorator it is then&nbsp; :P<br><br>I'll still wait for Darkling's say-so if she want's another person.&nbsp; At least I have some good source material to draw on ^^
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:05:40</strong>
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				Aside from the NPC astropath, I don't believe we have an actual psyker, so you might get in - if we already had one, I'd doubt your odds, but a single sanctioned psyker owned by a Rogue Trader captain isn't out of the question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:17:28</strong>
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				sorry for the delay ^^ been busy as hell the past few days<br><br>and yea, you can join ^^<br><br>a psyker would be fun, but just a psyker, im keeping this game as strict as reasonable to 40k fluff, and the mechanicus doesnt employ psykers :P <br><br>so no pyrokine-explorators!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:40:20</strong>
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				oh I'm just joking about the pyro-tekker guy :P<br><br>I'll have a guy made up either tonight or tomorrow ^^. <br><br>After reading the OCC chat, I dont see anything wrong with Carlissa being an engineer, I'm sure we could spring for a lead-lined jumpsuit and laugh at her getting stuck in tight spaces. Heck, she could send servitors and servoskulls into those places if she wished. <br><br>There's always an option to break the norm. Even with all the hard radiation, her kid would be its own nightlight :P
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>05-01-2010, 06:51:54</strong>
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				More likely it'd be born with more eyes than a pair of Navigators between them and be promptly purged by our resident Space Marine.<br><br>You've got somewhat of a point with the protective clothing, though the problem with servitors is that you can't train them to do the holy chants and rituals for specific parts. I guess there's always the option of having the servitor do the banging while the enginseer reads the chant.<br><br>&nbsp;A lead-lined maternity suit's gonna be HEAVY though. :-\
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 10:09:21</strong>
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				The psyker is fleshed out more, Inquisition inklings have been tossed.<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pyrist Cain Mallear<br><br><strong>Race:</strong> Human: Imperial Psyker<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 36 (12 of which were on a Black Ship and at Holy Terra for Psykic Judgement and Training) <br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Picture found Here. (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs31/f/2008/229/1/0/RedMage_by_FantasyAce.jpg) One of the few to escape the true horrors and disfigurations of the Black Ships of the Adeptus Astropathica, he has fair skin and close cropped dark brown hair. His eyes are a slate green and shine with an incandescence of psychic bleed off. Being a pyromancer, he gives off a slight psychic smell of incense laced with smoldering paper.<br><br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong> Esteemed Passenger, offering his services for room, board, and a percentage of successful ventures.<br><br><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br>-Carapace Chest Plate<br>-LasPistol, 4 charge packs<br>-Psy Focus (Necklace)<br>-Power Sword (Good Quality)<br>-Psykana Knife (Necklace)<br>-Deck of Cards<br>-Violin (Good Quality)<br><br><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong> Drifter. If he wasn't traveling around the galaxy on this ship he would most likely be on some orbital or other World working for the Imperium or dead on Seldon's Folly.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Cain Mallear was a newly inducted Battle Psyker when he was stationed with a contingent of the Imperial Guard. After months in the Warp, the troop carriers slid back into realspace above the Chaos invaded world of Seldon's Folly. The initial landings proved successfull, but the battle quickly turned into a meat-grinder as Chaos daemons and heretics spawned from what remained of the local population on the Hive World. Fighting was brutal, constant, and very personal. Soldiers not only fought for ground, they warred within their own souls over the subtle influence of Chaos. Cain and many other psykers were as much a source of inspiration as a liability due to their nature of shielding their battle brethren or succumbing to the Taint.<br><br>Towards the ending months of the engagement, Battleship commanders decided it was more prudent to just raze the planet with all on it. It would be easier and less time consuming to just kill everything rather than sort out the Chaos-tainted survivors. Engaging daemons in a Moholithic mining factory, it wasn't until Cain and division survivors resurfaced that they found the planet charred and sheeted in glass.<br><br>Resigning himself to his fate, Cain meditated in the wind swept peace of the devastated landscape content that his end would come peacefully where so many others mutated, burned, and corrupted along with their souls. Days passed and Cain was nearing the end when the tiny prick of psyniscience told of another psyker in the blackness of space. Cain reached out and touched the mind of the other. Within hours, the Hull of the <em>Void Bound</em> could be seen as a tiny speck against the black.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>06-01-2010, 17:31:20</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2612157#msg2612157">Quote from: NotoriusBEN on 06-01-2010, 10:09:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Here is a rough draft of my Psyker. Feel free to give constructive criticism and whatnot.<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Pyrist Cain Mallear<br><strong>Race:</strong> Human: Imperial Psyker<br><strong>Age:</strong> 36 (12 of which were on a Black Ship and at Holy Terra for Psykic Judgement and Training) <br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual, <br><strong>Appearance:</strong> Picture to be found soon. One of the few to escape the true horrors and disfigurations of the Black Ships of the Adeptus Astropathica, he has fair skin and close cropped dark brown hair. His eyes are a slate green and shine with an incandescence of psychic bleed off. Being a pyromancer, he gives off a slight psychic smell of incense laced with smoldering paper.<br><br><strong>Position on the ship:</strong> Esteemed Guest, Inquisitor Acolyte (no one expects the INQUISITION!! :P but subject to change if the Inquisition would chafe over roleplay.)<br><br><strong>Equipment:</strong> <br>-Carapace Chest Plate<br>-LasPistol, 4 charge packs<br>-Psy Focus (Necklace)<br>-Power Sword (Good Quality)<br>-Psykana Knife (Necklace)<br>-Deck of Cards<br>-Violin (Good Quality)<br><br><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong> Traveling the fringes of Human Space allow Inquisitors to find threats before they have a chance to worm into Human Space. (Plus it'd be a riot for role-playing with all the antics of this ship -and- the Xenos aboard it :P )<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> (incoming after a few opinions about an Inquisitor are had)<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>cain 'eh? :P<br><br>stats and equipment are fine.<br><br>Inquisition definitely is not. the point has come up before, and we are the shadey quasi-pirate, quasi-xenoist, occasionally smuggler or raider kind of Rogue Trader. the type the inquisiton would like to snuff out. ive got like three alens (one of which is a DE) and a heretic (of the tau-loving xenoist sort, not the chaos sort), as part of my crew, to say nothing of a Space Marine whos chapter is Excommunicate Traitoris (undeservedly, but as the Inquisiton says; Innocent Proves Nothing)<br><br>argo, we arnt the kind of rogue trader that would be tractable for a Inquisitor to hitch a ride on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:22:02</strong>
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				*Cries* I really want to join this rp but there are no spots open for a pregnant character&nbsp; :-( Is there anything else I could be besides what has already been sugested?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 02:55:14</strong>
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				Things you could be that pregnancy wouldn't interfere with at all:<br><br>-Adminstratum official/logistics officer. The paper-pusher and supply expert, as Darkling pointed out. No knowledge of the 40K universe is really neccessary at all to play a bureaucrat. :D<br>-Ordos Familius diplomat. Being friendly and diplomatic is pretty universal too, the little you'd need to know is easily researchable.<br>-Former Adeptus Soritas recruit. It doesn't get more 'slutty nun' than this, really.<br><br>Things you could do if we handwave the issues in favor of getting you a character:<br>-Mechanicus Engineer. Get yourself a protective suit, have plenty of servoskulls and mindless servitor drones to go places you can't fit.<br><br>I'm sure there's something we haven't thought of, but the first three are all options you could combine with pregnancy with only minor hiccups.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 03:52:08</strong>
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				Of course, everyone knows that the funnest part is getting the 'wants-to-be-pregnant' character pregnant.<br><br>In all seriousness, Carli, the one thing you have to remember about the 40K universe is that it runs on crazy, and nearly anything goes, so just toss out fun little ideas you have until something sticks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Carlissa</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 04:25:02</strong>
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				My original idea for my character was going to be a Mechanicus Engineer, but then someone mentioned that I wouldn't be able to fit into tight spaces with a pregnant belly...<br><br>And what's a Adeptus Soritas and a Ordos Familius? Remember that I want my character to be really young...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 05:11:12</strong>
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				I made renovations to my character post, which is a few posts above this one.<br><br>And Carlissa, go ahead and be a Mechanicus Engineer. We helped toss ideas out and about to help you succeed with that character concept. Like what was said in earlier posts, Servitors and Servoskulls are what the 40K universe uses instead of the robots, AI, and droids of Star Wars and other universes. They are have more meat and bones rather than being completely copper and titanium.<br><br>Adeptus Sororitas are basically "slutty nuns in power-armor" or "slutty nuns with massive chainswords and paper pasties and underwear" (I dont know how else to describe them)<br><br>I am unfamiliar with Ordos Familius (warhammer 40k likes to through in crazy words) but Im assuming they are bureaucrats and pencil-pushers.<br><br>As far as age goes, everything from 16 year-olds to 500 year-olds are acceptable. For those with access to the technology, the standard and length of life is fantastic, and apply to space marines, planetary governors and the obscenely rich. Most books and subject matter in the 40k universe deal with characters who are centuries old but that is a <strong>MATTER OF FLAVOR</strong>.<br><br>There are also many books and sanctioned short stories in the 40k universe (like "Eisenhorn" and "Ravenor") that deal with regular run of the mill humanity that doesn't have access to that kind of tech. You may like the fact that there is a short story in <em>"Let the Galaxy Burn"</em> that is about a 16 year old psyker named Prudence who lives on a hive world.<br><br>I guess what Im trying to get at is that we aren't (or shouldn't be) stiffling your ideas. We bring up certain factors (like tight spaces and hard radiation) because they are a part of that world and to help you address those factors (servitors and a protective suit) to help make your character believeable in this universe. <br><br>Do not feel sad about not knowing much about this universe. There is a TON of material (like that 300 page "cliff note" posted earlier) and it is not any easier to digest with crazy words like Astartes, Astrotelepathica, Ordos, Tyranid, Xenos, et cetera.<br><br>I hope that helps.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 05:13:11</strong>
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				The Adeptus Soritas are the military arm of the Imperium's religious bureaucracy. They're an all-female fighting force of zealously fanatical battle nuns armed with powered armor, high-caliber weaponry, and lots of flamethrowers - absolutely nuts when it comes to battling enemies of the Emperor.<br><br>The Ordos Familius is one of the Soritas's non-combatant side groups - they act as diplomats and go-betweens in negotiations and such stuff at the top level of political movements and military actions.<br><br>In both cases, they would take girls at a very young age into their fortress-monasteries to raise them and indoctrinate them to have single-minded devotion to the Imperial Church. Your character could have grown up under the tutelage of either order, but been rejected for further training or outright thrown out of the order when it became clear to the tutors that she was far more concerned with getting knocked up than performing her holy duties. She wouldn't even have to be a violent person to be an ex-Soritas initiate...having a peaceful/pacifistic nature would make it more likely that they'd want to get rid of her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 06:30:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2614479#msg2614479">Quote from: NotoriusBEN on 07-01-2010, 05:11:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I made renovations to my character post, which is a few posts above this one.<br><br>And Carlissa, go ahead and be a Mechanicus Engineer. We helped toss ideas out and about to help you succeed with that character concept. Like what was said in earlier posts, Servitors and Servoskulls are what the 40K universe uses instead of the robots, AI, and droids of Star Wars and other universes. They are have more meat and bones rather than being completely copper and titanium.<br><br>Adeptus Sororitas are basically "slutty nuns in power-armor" or "slutty nuns with massive chainswords and paper pasties and underwear" (I dont know how else to describe them)<br><br>I am unfamiliar with Ordos Familius (warhammer 40k likes to through in crazy words) but Im assuming they are bureaucrats and pencil-pushers.<br><br>As far as age goes, everything from 16 year-olds to 500 year-olds are acceptable. For those with access to the technology, the standard and length of life is fantastic, and apply to space marines, planetary governors and the obscenely rich. Most books and subject matter in the 40k universe deal with characters who are centuries old but that is a <strong>MATTER OF FLAVOR</strong>.<br><br>There are also many books and sanctioned short stories in the 40k universe (like "Eisenhorn" and "Ravenor") that deal with regular run of the mill humanity that doesn't have access to that kind of tech. You may like the fact that there is a short story in <em>"Let the Galaxy Burn"</em> that is about a 16 year old psyker named Prudence who lives on a hive world.<br><br>I guess what Im trying to get at is that we aren't (or shouldn't be) stiffling your ideas. We bring up certain factors (like tight spaces and hard radiation) because they are a part of that world and to help you address those factors (servitors and a protective suit) to help make your character believeable in this universe. <br><br>Do not feel sad about not knowing much about this universe. There is a TON of material (like that 300 page "cliff note" posted earlier) and it is not any easier to digest with crazy words like Astartes, Astrotelepathica, Ordos, Tyranid, Xenos, et cetera.<br><br>I hope that helps.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>okie dokie. accepted. the bio works, avorn would certainly have jumped at the chance to get a imperial psyker ^^. <br><br>though i should point out that Sororitas are <em>not</em> slutty. they are buff, scarred, fanatical soldiers, most of who would ram a flamer up your ass and pull the trigger if you dared to proposition one of them.... mind you, there are exceptions, i know there was a relaxed sororita in one of cain's books, who drank and boinked and gambled and so on. and they have no vows of chastity or anything like that,<br><br>but most are too busy being religious and military to have time for relations, though i imagine one on a rogue trader will be of the more-relaxed sort ^^
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 06:49:00</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2614719#msg2614719">Quote from: Darkling on 07-01-2010, 06:30:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>though i should point out that Sororitas are <em>not</em> slutty. they are buff, scarred, fanatical soldiers, most of who would ram a flamer up your ass and pull the trigger if you dared to proposition one of them.... mind you, there are exceptions, i know there was a relaxed sororita in one of cain's books, who drank and boinked and gambled and so on. and they have no vows of chastity or anything like that,<br><br>but most are too busy being religious and military to have time for relations, though i imagine one on a rogue trader will be of the more-relaxed sort ^^<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>That's the point, remember? She's not a Soritas, she's an ex-trainee, rejected <em>because</em> she's so slutty. The only trick is figuring out how she ended up on the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>07-01-2010, 21:36:04</strong>
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				Hey guys, I'm feeling pretty much better now. Tired, but it's not like my thoughts feel congested anymore. Still, been a few days, so at this point I'm thinking I'll wait till The Meeting at dinner to pose back in, okay? :)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 07:09:02</strong>
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				Whooops. :-[ :-[<br><br>Sorry, Sei...I had forgotten the ship actually had an executive officer. He would be sitting there, not the Marine. I'm going to fix the screwup in my post, so you can do the same. :-[
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 08:43:48</strong>
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				Nah. 'sides, Klaus' opinion of Sphess Mahrines is obvious via his slurring of their title.<br><br>Seems only fair that he'd want to get as far away from one as possible, without seeming like it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>09-01-2010, 17:46:38</strong>
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				Any chance we can get the meeting started, Darkling? <br><br>I'm just putting that out there 'cause it's been a couple days since the servo-skull went off to deliver the summons, and not everyone has even replied they've recieved it yet. They can always be quickly caught up in a sentence or two with someone 'explains the mission to &lt;slacker name here&gt;' and then they scroll up to read the details anyways, ya?<br><br>Hope I'm not being too pushy, I'd just like to avoid having things get totally bogged down waiting a couple MIA players, you know?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 18:06:31</strong>
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				Damn right Klaus is a dick, but when you bring two weapons that are both longer than your forearms to the <em>dinner table</em>, expect to be called out for it.<br><br>Just be glad he didn't call out 'Compensating for something?'
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 18:40:46</strong>
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				Is he expecting/hoping the Captain to intervene before Darvius turns him into gooey paste, either bare-handed or via CHAINSAW GOOD? Provoking a Soul Drinker, of all people, isn't the sort of thing people with intentions to die of old age go about doing all the time. ;D<br><br>This is entirely out of self-interest, naturally - if you get your entrails all over my nice dress uniform, I'm going to be upset.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 19:16:56</strong>
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				Darvius knows full well that he's in breach of protocol by bringing light anti-armour weapons to the dinner table anyhow, especially aboard the ship. Now, if it was a case of 'negotiating' with someone, then you get to bring out the heavy guns for 'polite meetings', especially if they have a very good chance of becoming impolite.<br><br>(also, technically, if Darvius did attack Klaus, he could be brought up on charges of assaulting a superior officer, which in the imperium, at least, results in summary execution)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 19:43:09</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2621388#msg2621388">Quote from: Anathanasia on 09-01-2010, 17:46:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Any chance we can get the meeting started, Darkling? <br><br>I'm just putting that out there 'cause it's been a couple days since the servo-skull went off to deliver the summons, and not everyone has even replied they've recieved it yet. They can always be quickly caught up in a sentence or two with someone 'explains the mission to &lt;slacker name here&gt;' and then they scroll up to read the details anyways, ya?<br><br>Hope I'm not being too pushy, I'd just like to avoid having things get totally bogged down waiting a couple MIA players, you know?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>its quite alright, i apologise, i had ment to get this moving yesterday, but life interceeded on my free time. <br><br>so, im working on it now<br><br>edit*<br>in addition, insulting a space marine isnt a good idea, and while im not sure about terminators, given that ive never read a novel that centered on them as a protagonist, im not sure whats proper, but i do know that normal SMs eat and such with their armour on (depending on chapter).<br><br>and yes, ill be intervening.... but only to delay the conclusion of these events,&nbsp; avorn is not your nanny. youll be4 settling these things yourself.... in a arena if necessary.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:00:30</strong>
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				Terminators aren't physically any different than normal Marines, except for being elite veterans with the accompanying skills, dents, and bruises. They just get the top-grade gear to go with their top-level status. It would be harder for them to eat with the armor on, though, since it's so much bigger and bulkier.<br><br>Besides, Darvius could only be tried and/or executed if there's someone big enough, mean enough, and willing enough to do it around. He could easily <del>eat</del> shoot and leave panda-style unless the Captain ordered us to take him down, and that'd probably just end with a large chunk of her money-making crew dead instead of just one exec with a penchant for death wishes. It'd really depend on how much Darvius wants to stay on the Void Bound and how much crap he's willing to take from Klaus in the meantime.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:07:38</strong>
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				Eh. There's both a Wych and Solitaire on the ship, it's not as though a space marine can lord around the crew, immune to death, risk and consequence. The XO can always try to play shipboard politics and try to cultivate the goodwill of either.<br><br>Granted that any of sort of thing depends on if either would bother to listen if told to do anything. Eldar are all peculiar and such.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:17:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				True, but in the midst of that politiking, the Exec can't necessarily use his rank as an shield/excuse to insult and harass his crew members, particularly crew members capable of squashing his skull like a grape if they get ticked off enough. In particular, reminding a Soul Drinker Marine (repeatedly?) that the Imperium he fights for considers him a traitor isn't conducive to low insurance premiums. If it did come down to a fight, Darvius definitely wouldn't escape unscathed, and could likely die if the Eldar get in on the action, but that wouldn't be a whole lot of consolation to Klaus. :-X
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:28:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Sure. Just saying, either of them alone have not indecent odds of handing out some of the old fashioned pointy eared shivving, and watching some casual crew murder by a walking mack truck genetically bred and trained to want to hate and massacre their kind might incline them to start thinking that might be necessary at some point.<br><br>Just noting there are all kinds of reasons to consider avoiding reaching out and touching someone in a head crushing sort of way.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Oh, there's no way he could stay on the ship after doing that sort of thing. I was just saying it's not likely to be an instant death sentence if he does so and tries to leave immediately.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:34:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It's not a matter of taking crap; normally Klaus doesn't care what the crew does so long as the ship runs well, and there's no 'accidents' involving taking potshots at the servitors, because those things can get expensive to replace. However, he does hold some things above reproach, regardless of who's more powerful or more temperamental, and one of those things happens to boil down to 'you don't bring a six-barrel gatling longer than your arm to the dinner table, unless you expect to get razzed for your insecurity regarding your genitals, or lack therof.'<br><br>Otherwise, he's a perfectly reasonable man, who is quite nice when one sits down and talks with him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:43:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2624250#msg2624250">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 10-01-2010, 20:31:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Oh, there's no way he could stay on the ship after doing that sort of thing. I was just saying it's not likely to be an instant death sentence if he does so and tries to leave immediately.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Would depend on the at best quirky reactions of a soulless murder clown or Voldo's sexier female cousin to that kind of thing, to be sure.<br><br>Though Voldo is also that first thing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kolbrandr</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:57:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				And off of free associating who all else characters resonate with, I have arrived at Doctor Henry Killinger from the Venture brothers. I mean hey, elaborate face mask, creepy voice. I could keep Neremeth's weapons in a magic murder bag..
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 20:58:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				hehe, dont worry.<br><br>ill have a post up soon, dealing with it all.<br><br>but i have to run out for abit now, so ill get that done when i get back. (life! ugh! such a waste of time! :P)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>10-01-2010, 23:58:42</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;:P&nbsp; "Can't we all get along."&nbsp; &nbsp; ::)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 00:04:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				What do you think this is, Brighthammer? &gt;:) By all rights we should already have started trying to murder each other horribly, existing peacefully in the same room is 'getting along' by this setting's standards tremendously. :)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 05:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A bunch of slightly disparate points (they are all in reference to above posts):<br><br>I too, have to wonder at the actual facility with which one could manage to maneuver ones food from ones plate to ones mouth while:<br>a) wearing terminator armour<br>b) with an activated force field? (isn't that part of their awesomeness, ie invul save?)<br>c) a giant assault gun; sure, it's hands free, but it sticks out several feet from under the arm and hand! Probably be at least smacking everyone nearby with the barrels while trying to turn the wrist around enough to get a fork into the steak.<br>d) well...okay, I <em>suppose</em> a chain-fist could do the job of a steak knife, it'd just be a lot messier and I'd put money down on at <em>least</em> scratching the silverware. :P<br><br>Note, the above is merely a feeble attempt at some levity. ;)<br><br>On the pissing contest, I agree with Kol, both the solitaire and wych would have a pretty decent chance, at least in melee, of taking the terminator marine. I say this only to lend my voice to that side of the 'balance of power' argument. It's not like either the wych or solitaire is likely to claim to match that ranged firepower, y'know?<br><br>And about that, about why we aren't constantly up in each others grills trying to waste each other? The answer here is pretty goddamn simple, folks: that wouldn't be very profitable.<br><br>I don't think any of our characters are what any of us would consider dumb, so while we may keep a close watch on each other, watch our butts and all that, we can probably all assume we all know we are much better off being together! We stick together, and struggle to get along with each other, because it's a mutual support system. Everyone brings something, and hopefully the combined elements make for something very good for everyone involved.<br><br>Doesn't that make sense? <br><br>And finally, yay! Venture Bros!&nbsp; ;D
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 06:02:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I think it'd depend on how often he does it. If Darvius regularly comes to dinner in full battle kit, then he's probably worked out the awkward details by now, or at least enough so that he can eat without making a giant mess (though I doubt the chainfist gets used at table). It'd make Klaus's outburst a little odd if Darvius always does this, but maybe he just crabs at the Marine every time regardless.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:09:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				well lets look over the facts of the situation, remember marines don't think like normal people in the least, they hold their honor and the honor of their chapter above all else, only their Primarch and Emperor mean more to the., pain, suffering and death mean absolutely nothing to a marine, the whole "Death before Dishonor" is a motto most if not all Marines live by, though each chapter's sense of honor differs.<br><br>now lets cover a few reasons as to why he would arrive to the dinner area fully armed.<br><br>1) first and fore most, he is not there to eat, he is just there to listen to mission briefing and to protect Avorn.<br><br>2) in a room, that has three extremely deadly close combat expert xenos, a Traitor(though by birth alone) and a Pysker. is it truly that surprising the a Space Marine brings weapons, not as a show of force, but as an insurce that if things go wrong, he can at least buy Avorn some time to get out of the room?<br><br>3) Darvius just doesn't care what anyone would think about his look, and I am guess he would have done this a few times already,not always eating with the others. <br><br>4) Marine don't really know the meaning of tactful in the same sense as a normal person would. having been raised from a young age, right before/during puberty, his 200+ years have mostly been with the chapter. meaning he would have given up all ties to humanity other than protecting it. making him in the very least socially awkward. though Darvius would have a slightly better grasp now after having spent years among "normals"(terms fits here loosely).<br><br>so in Darvius's eyes he is in the right bringing weapons, he does not answer to the chain of command as a Guardsmen would have. in truth the Chapter answer only to themselves and the Lord of Terra(Inquisition). even then they are more likely to tell them to fuck off, for only a Chapter Master can order the chapter around. they are very much an independent faction within the Imperium, going where they want, and doing what they want. <br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:28:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				True, no one thought to take the unusual psychology of Marines into account in our overanalysis of an offhand comment, did we?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 07:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2626009#msg2626009">Quote from: Insatiably Bored on 11-01-2010, 07:09:43</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">4) Marine don't really know the meaning of tactful in the same sense as a normal person would.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>understatement of the year<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 13:31:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2626042#msg2626042">Quote from: TheGlyphstone on 11-01-2010, 07:28:11</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">True, no one thought to take the unusual psychology of Marines into account in our overanalysis of an offhand comment, did we?<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Hehe, yes, this is also rather true. Silly Space Marines. <br><br>---<br><br>ESG, a note about your last post at the dinner table: unless she's been dropped on her head, lots, your character would have no doubts about Syn's gender. She walks around in extremely little, and right now is in fact sitting there in a sheer garment, and no underwear, that pretty much shows everything. It should be obvious to anyone with eyes that there's no dangly bits down there. ;)
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sel Nar</strong> on <strong>11-01-2010, 14:54:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Changing the subject to the current mission that's been laid out, Might I suggest we take a lesson or two from the Hallowed tome 'Seven Habits of Highly effective Pirates'?<br><br>Namely; Rules Number one, Eleven, and Thirty-seven.<br><br>Rule One: Pillage, <em>Then</em> Burn.<br><br>Rule Eleven: Everything is Air-droppable, at least once.<br><br>Rule Thirty-seven: There is no Overkill, there is only '<em>Open Fire</em>' and '<em>I need to reload</em>'<br><br>As a side note; depending on the type of world (hive, agro, forge, death, whatever) tactics will have to change accordingly. For example, a hive world would have multiple skyscrapers covering most of the planet, so using a commandeered transit vehicle (eg; a taxi, or panel van) would be most sensible. On other worlds, however, the place is either too exposed, too heavily secured, or too surrounded by deadly things like the air, and the critters to make it feasible to attack in a blatant manner.<br><br>And, just to twist Darv's tail, well, as far as Klaus is concerned, if you've been plowing the captain's furrow, then you're part of the crew and will have to abide by the chain of command. Cheers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 21:38:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*sigh* i cant say i didnt see this coming... every time i start a group RP, something always goes wrong.<br><br>the more observant of you, will notice ive been awol fore.... several days, this is because some family stuff has come up, im going to be busy for the next week, then gone for two weeks (ill be flying out to my grandmother's in newfoundland... she has no internet as you might expect)<br><br>this leaves us three options:<br>The RP can die.<br>Someone else can take over as Avorn<br>or we can pause it for the next month almost and return to it when i get back.<br><br>what do yous think? and id like to apologise for this... i do have a black thumb for these things it seems.&nbsp; :-\ 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 23:07:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Either way is fine for me.&nbsp; We can pause it or have Avorn npc for the month.&nbsp; &nbsp; I really like this game and the character I have.&nbsp; So really don't want it to fall to the wayside of defunked games.<br><br>How about this for a angle.&nbsp; Something happens when we drop planet side.&nbsp; &nbsp; The captain Avorn has to return to the cruiser.&nbsp; For a emergency.&nbsp; &nbsp; Perhaps Imperial cruisers have pulled along side and are inspecting the ship.&nbsp; &nbsp;Suspicion on a past illicit job.&nbsp; &nbsp; That is long since gone from the holds.&nbsp; Never the less, the ship is detained.&nbsp; Captain Avorn is detained because of this.&nbsp; &nbsp;The rest of us are stuck on the planet for the time.&nbsp; &nbsp;It be too great a risk to retrieve us.&nbsp; It might give away why were here.&nbsp; &nbsp;So were left on the planet for the time.&nbsp; As the captain waits for the Imperial commander to go on with his battle cruisers.&nbsp; &nbsp; That way it gives you a out for hiatus and the rest of us can continue to role play with each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;With out having to npc Avorn.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>16-01-2010, 23:47:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				theres another possibility, NPC'ing avorn for the duration of my absence could work as well<br><br>that story, or something like it, could work. ill have to think about it, and see what kind of input i get from others
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 01:19:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I like the 'Avorn get sidelined' idea, or having someone NPC her. We don't need to spend the month in downtime boinking each other, either - if we can come up with a collective sideplot idea that everyone likes, we can get up to interesting shenanigans while we wait around. Between two/three Eldar, a Space Marine, two humans, and an abhuman (and Carli, if she's still here), we're bound to have something interesting happen.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>17-01-2010, 08:00:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				that could work, our planet drops get fubar'ed and we have to regroup and get the mission done. Newly installed macro-batteries would explain the "heavy resistance" of the warehouses we have to smash and grab.<br><br>Maybe Avorn's drop pod gets overrun by defenders and we end up busting her out of the complex as well as looting it.<br><br>Just thoughts after all.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 03:47:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56225.msg2649456#msg2649456">Quote from: Vostroya on 19-01-2010, 03:29:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">I would volunteer to be the imperial commander running interference by inspecting the ship if you need me<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>responded in PM, wouldnt work&nbsp; :P
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 08:20:39</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I've been waiting to see what the consensus would be, as I'm pretty much fine with whatever the rest of the group decides.<br><br>I think we've got a pretty able bunch of players/writers here, so I'd like to try to make this work, just so long as whichever way we decide we get posts flowing pretty regularly, whether it's tomorrow or sometime towards the end of February. The only real turn off for me at this point would be a <em>slow</em> posting rate.<br><br>Just let me know what's gonna happen, I'll try to be there for it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>19-01-2010, 19:28:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				ill get out a post to set everything up before i leave.<br><br>after that, you all should post much and have fun while im gone!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 18:10:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Interim roll-call to see who hasn't gotten bored and wandered off?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 18:57:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Here
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 11:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Still around, but Im going to be on a boat from Jan 31 to Feb 9. Internet will be spotty if at all.<br><br>Still interested though.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Anathanasia</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 01:03:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				I'm still around, and still interested in trying to get this going if we can.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Insatiably Bored</strong> on <strong>01-02-2010, 09:59:13</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				still around, but I think I will be waiting for Darkling to return before posting again.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ChaoticSky</strong> on <strong>02-02-2010, 02:55:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				finally got some internet, not much though.<br><br>anyway. i was going to set stuff up for yous, but a couple people let me know they were going to take a hiatus too, so i didnt bother, two or three isnt enough to run the mission very well :S<br><br>one more week!
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NotoriusBEN</strong> on <strong>06-02-2010, 00:01:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				sweet, just in time for me to get back stateside on monday :D<br>cruise ships are nice, but working 10-12 hr days on them sucks hardcore. I dont get to see anything D:''
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Rogue Trader OOC</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheGlyphstone</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 22:30:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				*cricket chirps*<br><br>So, where's everyone been in the past two weeks?
			</dd>
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