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I think the first wave should be myself, Deff Dread, n0t_u, ghosty and Lord Loss. All of you check in and provide a brief character profile, then I'll write the first narrative post.

Right.

If this isnt ok then i can make another but...

Id like to be a kroot shaper if thats ok with a pet hound...

So yeah
Name: Kharror
Physical Description: Taller and leaner than other kroot, grey skin colour pigmented with patches of dark blue. Quills are about arm length and decorated with feathers, beads and small animal skulls. Pale belly and beak
Equipment: Leather harness, Cowl, Pair of scalping knives, krot pistol and kroot rifle. Hound has harness and leesh.
Personality: Hired by the Rogue trader for his tracking skills, Kharror has been with the trader for more years than any other companion. A venerable Shaper, Kharror has carefully chosen over the years of his life what attributes from other races he absorbs, and what not too. Because of this, Kharror has the ability to leap great distances with ease, but due to this, he isnt as bulky as other kroot. Kharror is also able to speak fluent english, kroot and Orkish.

Ok if you dont want this guy ill cry inside, but ill make another instead
but i wanna be kroot >.>

I like it, Ghosty! The Kroot are reknowned mercenaries and I was hoping to get some interesting xenos in the part. I think you've captured a Kroot well; I'm looking forward to having you aboard.

Owain wrote:Now, as I've been keeping up with n0t_u's fantastic CYOA

Thanks

So does this mean I should keep it going? I thought it had died
I supose the vote limit of it needs to be moved around as well a little more.
The other one that I've been working on has been stuck in a tie for about 12-15 days as well now


Anyway getting back on topic..
I've been thinking about doing a new character instead of just using the same one I have been for all of them.

Name: Mael Dannan
Race: Eldar
Physical Description: Taller and thinner than most humans, light pale skin and long ears like all Eldar. Armour is a dark blue colour with the details picked out in a bone colour. Doesn't wear a helmet. Has long silver hair.
Equipment: Avenger Shurikan Catapult, Shurikan Pistol, Powersword and Eldar Armour.
Personality: Mael left his craftworld years ago to explore the universe by himself. He was once a Dire Avenger, but has been off that path and away from the Craftworld for around 150-200 years. The Rouge Trader and his crew found the Eldar's small ship drifting through space, a small battle with the Dark Eldar had left the craft useless and it's pilot unconcious and drifting through space. When he had left the Craftworld he had become a pirate, raiding small fleets from every race except the Necrons, Orks and Tyranids and even then only because it would be too much of a risk and not have any treasure worth his time. He's a treasure hunter that values friendship higly and is more fast than he is strong easily able to dodge around most opponents and strike at their weakest point.


If we end up with too many xenos I might change the character to balance it out a bit more.

Name:Erik

Physical description: Tall and thin, his hair is a dark black, yet is starting to grey. His light body armour is faded red.
Equipment: Las-carbine, small dagger, light body armour(comprising of only a protective vest and armour around the knees).
Personality: Survivor of a terrible event, Erik is scarred and suffers from post traumatic stress disorder. He drinks heavily to, as he describes it," keep his demons quiet." He rarely speaks of his past life and all but refuses to yield in a fire fight. He was brought on board when a rogue trader found him in a small escape capsule drifting through space and hired him after he proved a competent gunslinger.

Name: Henrik

Physical description: Tall, very dark hair but wears a hood most of the time. Wears ancient robes, with small dagger that are attached to his wrists by special machinery (Basically looks like the dude from AC2)

Personality: Friendly, constantly battling his demons and goes beserk in the battlefield. He is a death cult assassin.

Ooh, shiny. I'm interested to see how a Rogue Trader met up with a Death Cult assassin. First plot post coming soon.

I can post often and would enjoy jumping in when you see a good chance to add a Magos Biologis adept.

Roleplaying etiquette is now in effect. Please use proper spelling, grammar in punctuation when in character. If you need to speak out of character, use "OOC:".

OOC: Alright. I'll let you into just a little late; hop in when you can.

Rogue Trader captain Lyas Angall adjusted his ornate cuirass as he stepped onto the bridge of Perina. She was a Carronade-class frigate, a long-lost design hailing from the outer reaches of Imperial space. More sleekly built than a ship of the Imperial Navy, the shorter-ranged plasma batteries along her hull were indicative of the fact that the ship was intended for short-range combat. The exotic sensor arrays and large tractor beam were decidedly non-standard additions.

Servitors and exotic computer systems hummed and whirred as they carried out the immense task of keeping Perina spaceworthy. As he settled into the captain's chair and inserted a bundle of data-cables into the base of his skull, one of the machine-men trundled over and wordlessly handed over a status printout. All systems were in good shape save for the cargo bay, which was conspicuously empty... something Lyas intended to remedy soon enough.

The data-cables slithered back into the chair's headrest as Lyas stood up and sauntered over to the hologram projector. Kharror was field-stripping his rifle while Erik and Henrik stood deep in conversation. He cleared his throat, causing the party to look up. "It seems that the good Magos had declined to join us; no matter. I've gathered you here to discuss our next destination. Our pockets are nicely lined with gold. Our next stop could be the agri-world of Kuusan, or the Imperial mining station on Vorth. If we're going to begin exploring the Galactic Fringe at the Magos' request, we ought to stop at one or the other to pick up supplies."

OOC: Ah, silly me! I've forgotten to provide my OWN character profile.

Name: Lyas Angall
Physical Appearance: Relatively tall and somewhat stocky. Dark hair, blue eyes, and a measured, educated voice.
Equipment: Heavy laspistol, power-rapier, and in some situations a worn but well maintained breech-loading grenade launcher. Wears an expensive shadow-grey tailcoat under carapace cuirass, vambraces and gauntlets. Also known to carry an old necklace of Terran make that incorporates a simple refractor field.

Mael walked into the bridge, looking disappointed. "Following orders from one of the Robo-Monkeighs... *sigh* Well as long as we're getting paid I suppose I could stay awake and help out for this one" said Mael. The Eldar looked out the window at the stars. "I guess it beats drifting around here all the time, there hasn't been any good ships passing by for ages. It's kind of starting to get boring" said Mael. He looked around and noticed that Lyas was in the middle of briefing the group. "Oh? No need to wait for me I see.. Well continue on with your plan" said Mael.

Henrik's hands curled into fists as Mael stepped onto the bridge, his nostrils flared and a haze of blood covered his vision illustrating the graceful eldar face, so it looked dark and menacing. As quickly as it had began, it ended. "Henrik are you alright?" asked Erik placing a reasuring hand on Henriks shoulder. "Yes, Im fine" Mumbled Henrik "Just got lost in my thoughts there"

OOC: Something interesting I came across when looking for a name for my character.
http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Eldar_Lexicon

"I need a fething drink,"Erik mumbled as he slid away from the wall,"the briefings go more 'smoothly' when I am only slightly there."

He wiped at his brow giving long striding steps as he sauntered. He stopped at a small counter, usually used as a space to review documents and such, it had become a rather strange mish-mash of glasses, bottles and small patches of what might or might not be sick. His hand darted swiftly, scooping up a bottle of whiskey which was rather light by this time, for it had indeed been ravaged by his before supper drink. He turned on his heels taking a generous swig, before lazily walking back to the rest of the group.

He half heartedly offered the bottle to his fellow company, receiving only hands waving it off or shakes of the head to indicate refusal.

"Have it your way then." Erik said, before walking toward the back of a small couch. Where upon he put his hand and quickly vaulted over it's top and landing rather haphazardly sending a small scatter cushion up in the air and half way across the room.

"You know lyas, anymore of those damn things and you would be decorating just like my mum." Erik chuckled throwing his head back to take another swig.

"So, off to Kuusan then!" He said loudly, waving his hand toward the viewing portal and motioning as if to indicate which star system he thought it was in.

Sorry about the double post.

OOC: No one else expressed any preference, so Kuusan it is.

OOC: I thought you were going to decide, you are the Rouge Trader after all. I thought this was just the initial character interraction to help everyone get a basic look at what the characters will be like.

Besides and Agri-world sounds much nicer than a mining world, unless we want to eat rocks

Kharror absent mindedly fiddled with the muzzle flash as the conversation wore on. It was becoming apparent that the humans were in favor of Kuusan, probably because of its change in scenery.
"Kuusan had a drought recently, and the crop yield was low. Are you sure it would be wise to head there? The supplies would be relatively expensive. Plus the imperials may frown on me... I'd hate for them to end up like that commissar on Augustus Prime."
Erik’s eyes briefly flicked to the large gangly Hound sitting next to Kharror. It lazily gnawed on a bone.
“I believe," Kharror continued "that our best bet is the Mining world." With that, Kharror settled back down and resumed his Field strip. Next to him the Hound yawned lazily, its sharp beak dripping thick ropes of drool.

Lyas chuckled. "True, Kharror, but a mining world won't be able to spare any produce at all. Besides, we're a good way from Terra. I doubt that a xenos in the party will be a problem." He indicated the holo-display.


Without waiting for a response, he turned to the Navigator's station. "It's settled, then! Set a course for Kuusan."

OOC:You know the drill. Let's get some steady interactions going and build character relationships. Warp jump is imminent.

"Empty, fething empty." Mused Erik with a forlorn sigh before placing the bottle at his feet.

He stretched and gave a loud yawn, "I hate these long space journeys," he sighed as he cast his gaze down at the bottle by his feet and then to the counter which his drinks stood on,"Not even any bloody booze left."

"Not any good booze anyway." He said, he then turned to cast his gaze upon his fellow companions. The shaper, sat as he cleaned and stripped his weapon, the eldar, far removed from the rest stood with a distasteful look adorning his face as he looked upon the group.

"Fething pointy ears." He mumbled under his breath, then continued his observations. He then came upon Henrik, that man could drink anyone under the table he chuckled to himself. However he was a crazy one, quick to spring into action or to jump into a fight with no provocation.

Was this really his life now, he thought, questing through the stars, never resting. Better then your old one, something inside him said, his heart started to be all the faster. He needn't remember did he, did he? No, no back there was just, nothing. Only memories of suffering and heart ache of friends lost and comrades dead of his lost love...

"Erik, oi you there?" Said a loud voice as he felt flick on the nose.
"Wha.."Erik managed as he snapped back into the realm of the there and the now, to see Henrick standing in front of him proffering him a small flask.
"Here, have it." He said tossing the flask and quickly then after spinning on his heels and walking away. He always fething did that, just as I wanted to say thank you to, thought Erik as he unscrewed the lid.

"Crazy fether." He mumbled.

OOC: Just out of curiosity, as a venerable Shaper does Kharror come with a brood of Carnivores? That would definitely influence the outcome of the next scene I have planned.

"Old drunk, these ears do more than just decorate my face. Although I too hate these long boring trips. All the fun is when we get o wherever it is we're going and even then it doesn't last long enough" said Mael. "Curious bunch these Monkeighs always concerned about the here and now, never looking to where it is we're going. But, the most interesting is probably the Kroot. Though I think you're probably here for much the same reason as me, when I think about it I think we're all here for the same reason; we want adventure and treasure" continued Mael.

"Lyas the only problem we'll probably have is with the Kroot, I haven't been to Kuusan, but depending on how much contact they've had with the rest of the universe they may see me as just a human. But, they might panic if they see Kharror; should at least make it more interesting" he continued.

"Going planetside to purchase supplies? Tsk,tsk. I thought you all knew me better than that." He pulled up a tactical readout on the holoprojector. "Kuusan considers itself an independent trade world, not bound by Imperial law; what's stopping us from taking what we want?"

"They use servitor-driven barges to ferry supplies from the service. All we have to do is be in and out with our prize before they can coordinate their defense fleet."

The Eldar pirate nodded approvingly. "Not bad. Even should they rally, said defensive fleet shouldn't give us too much trouble."

"Lets do this one quickly" Henrik cast a nasty glance at Kharror "We wouldnt need your puppies on this one"

"You dare disrespect me and my pack!?" Yelled Kharror, getting to his feet. "What Im saying is that we dont want you and your dogs" Henrick snarled the last word "messing up this mission, like the just one"

"PEACE!" shouted Lyas "Henrik has a point Kharror.. While your Hounds are a important aspect of our team there can be times they are.." Lyas paused as if looking for the right word. "Less then stealthy?"

"So be it, but the next time this assassin disrespects me" Snarled Kharror "It will be solved by the blade" Kharror stormed off the bridge.

Lyas sighed. With luck, the two would calm down before they actually had to work with each other. He returned to his command chair and keyed the ship-wide voxponder system. +Captain Angall here. Transition to warp will take place in ten minutes.+ He buckled his acceleration harness and settled back into velvet cushions torn from the throne of a Dark Eldar prince. He sighed and looked at the trophies that adorned the walls of the Perina's bridge. This year would make a half-century of trading and privateering in the void... there were certainly worse ways to make a living.

OOC: yes, he has a groomed squad of carnivores...why?

OOC: Just making sure. I'll need to make space for them in the shuttles when we leave the ship, but I didn't want to create a shuttle full of troops that didn't exist.

Kharror stalked down a metal corridor, every sense in his body burning with anger. The kroot are silent hunters, their hounds even more so than themselves. How could Henrick insinuate that his hounds are loud?
Kharror knew better, but for a moment he longed for an oppertunity to 'accidently' leave a hound un leeshed at the next meeting.

Kharror stooped as he stepped through the threshold into his brood den. Straightening, he silently padded his way past his sleeping brethren, before taking a sharp left and heading over to Krarhor, the Squad krootox. Its huge mass rose and fell softly as it snored quietly. Touching its leathery hide, Kharror felt its heart beat. Kharror smiled, and krooned to his sleeping mount. To think, that every creature from pech, every ox, hound and gnarloc, was once, millions of generations ago, a kroot like him. The thought left him strangely humbled. Climbing up onto the shoulder of Krarhor, he crouched and watched his brood sleep peacefully around him. His faithful hound nuzzled against him, and he idly stroked its spines, causing it to emit low revibrating noises. He picked up distant wafting scents in the air. Testorarone. It seems the youngblood Kraal was coming into season. He had been eyeing up the female, Kaila for some time now. He chuckled deeply in his throat. Oh to be young and foolish.

OOC: anyone wanna come into the nest may do so ^^ would be fun conversation.....just cant see henrick doing it. Lyas maybe though or Mael. and would it be too far if i had a greater gnarloc? ^^

OOC: Nah, you hit the scale just right with one krootox for now. Also, odd coincidence... a Kroot nest built into a section of the ship is EXACTLY as I imagined. Also, I rather like Kharror. I'm going to assume he and Lyas have been working together for some time now.

Lyas walked down the poorly lit corridor. Bay 2C had been the domain of Kharror and his kindred for some time now, so to him it was no surprise to find the tunnel narrowing where the Kroot had begun to build onto the walls of the ship. He had ordered the rich, dark clay that had used brought from the surface of some now-forgotten planet. Ducking through the portal at the end of the hallway, he found the Shaper perched on the shoulder of a slumbering Krootox. "Hello, old friend. I'd been meaning to speak to you about our plans at Kuusan, if you've got a moment..."