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OK, Thankyou for reminding me this exists - I have been busy again last few weeks, got engaged, made a codex, dealt with problem landlords, etc... but there is nothing in the forseeable future and now I remember you!

If everyone still interested / active can call in, and anyone new is welcome to sign up!

Lets do this thing!

Please, let's do.

I'm in.

Name: Uthiel, Archon of the Kabal of the Poisoned Fang, The Whore of Morriarch, The Destroying Angel.
Race: Dark Eldar.
Gender: Female.
Age: 354.
Role: Archon.
Weapon of choice: Concealed Splinter Pistol, envenomed pair of clawed gauntlets, "The Tarantula's Teeth".
Motivation: Money, status, Vect's favour, pleasure.
Appearence: Slender, pale, stunningly beautiful, almost innocent looking. Black hair, usually in long braids. Piercing amber eyes. Wears flowing silk gown with black and green plate armour.
Personality: Promiscuous, malicious, manipulative, indulgent, sycophantic.
Background: The Archon of the Kabal of the Poisoned Fang, Uthiel is a notorious figure in Commorragh. The Kabal has a reputation as bootlickers who suck up to Vect, in exchange for protection. They much prefer to get their way through manipulation, bribery and threats than outright treachery, offering aid, slaves, entertainment and resources to other Kabals. Uthiel is not above offering...personal service to rivals to gain their favours, gaining her the moniker "Whore of Morriarch". The Kabal is quick to report betrayals to Asdrubael, and would never dare attempt a coup on him, for their position of favour with the Black Heart is not one they wish to sacrifice.

The Kabal has a long history of indulgence and depravity, holding regular feasts and orgies within their headquarters in Morriarch. It is said the practices of the Poisoned Fang once made a Slaanesh Daemon recoil in disgust, but this is likely a myth spread to increase their status.

Uthiel herself is an intriguing individual. She is unbelievably beautiful, with an innocent air about her that almost all find incredibly seductive. According to some, Asdrubael Vect himself is utterly captivated by her, and would not visit punishment upon her if she made an attempt on his life. Whilst this is probably hugely exaggerated, she has visited personal favours upon him and he is unusually quiet when her name is mentioned in conversation.

Uthiel is extremely distrustful of most males, with the possible exception of Vect, and keeps a court of handmaidens wih her, whom she shares an...Intimate relationship with. Her personal favourite is actually a former Battle Sister named Bianca. She is particularly attached to her, as she is one of the few creatures she truly trusts. In fact she quite likes humans, and is fond of their simplicity and naivity.

Her main weakness is her spite and malice. When she feels she has been wronged, she will often go to ludicrous lengths to cause the one who has angered her pain suffering. This thrist for revenge often distracts her from more important tasks.

Thread lives?

If this thread yet draws breath, I'm game. Thinking Haemonculus.

Name: G'hilion
Race: Haemonculus
Gender: Male
Age: ?
Role: Surgeon/Artist
Affiliation: Shiver Skin Coven
Appearance:

Background: Little is known regarding the past life of the Haemonculus known as G'hilion, save that he is well known amongst the various Archons of Commorragh as something of a mercenary, eager and willing to lend out his services in exchange for his pick of the Archon's slave pits. [Something more extensive will follow. It is currently 1:26 AM. I trust you understand.)
Personality: G'hilion is amiable and possessed of a positively sunny disposition, eager to giggle and crack a black-humored joke.
Weapon(s) of choice: Various flensing knives, Hex Rifle.
Motivation: G'hilion seeks to expand the power of the Shiver Skin Coven and his own wealth besides.

Hey 2-3 active people should be enough.
I'll re-wrack my brains this afternoon!

Added missing categories to Uthiel.

Ovion, please do. We've been waiting ages for this.
AAAAAAAAAAAGEEEEEEEEEEEES.

Sorry, going back to normal mode now. Are we going to start over or just carry on from where we were?

Good Ovion, am I approved?

Can I join? The RPs on the penthouse have been a little inactive lately and I need to get my RP fix, otherwise I'll shrivel up and die.

 Coolyo294 wrote:
Can I join? The RPs on the penthouse have been a little inactive lately and I need to get my RP fix, otherwise I'll shrivel up and die.

Aye, that's what brought me back to Dakka. It appears the Basement is slowly bleeding out into stagnation due to the bandwagon effect.

Agreed. If this takes off, I'l use my Dark Eldar character from the last DE RP.

You're all welcome here!

Run up your characters, I'll go through and update the character log in the main post.

Apologies for this stagnating, what with all the crap that was going on, then no one was really about. xD

Here's hoping this will pick up again.

Name: Kerias Trenadone
Race: Dark Eldar
Gender: Female
Age: 220
Role: Archon
Affiliation: Kabal of the Jagged Razor
Appearance:

Background: Once a Trueborn of a small Kabal known as the Jagged Razor, Kerias always aspired to a higher position in life. This dream was achieved when she assassinated her father, the reigning Archon of the Jagged Razo. After suppressing a few dissident members of the kabal who were still loyal to her father, Kerias assumed full control of the kabal and began a campaign of kidnappings, assassinations, realspace raids, and attacks on other kabals all with the purpose of increasing her small kabal's size and power. But with the announcement of Vect's contest to earn the Kabal of the Blue Shadow's holdings in High Commoragh, she devoted all her resources to the challenge.
Personality: Sadistic and calculating
Weapon(s) of choice: Huskblade, splinter pistol
Motivation: To ascend her Kabal to the upper echelons of Commoraghan society

I'm actually pretty damn excited for this. As long as it doesn't die again, I'll be happy.

Well, I'm reasonably certain that no more relatives will die anytime soon, and life is pretty well set at the moment, so I shouldn't be going anywhere!

Name: Cydre K'harron.
Race: Dark eldar.
Gender: Male.
Age: Unknown (Thought to be around 250)
Role: Assassin.
Kabal name: Kabal of the Daemon's Maw.

Appearance:


Background: Very little is known about the dark eldar known as Cydre, the name was undoubtably given to himself over the years, as he refused to use his own. What is known about him though, is that he grew up and lives in the Sprawls. There, he has carved out a living, lending his substantial skills in combat to the highest bidder. Most of the time not spent on the job, he likes to hone his skills against rebelious Hellions and the numerous 'Parched' who haunt the area. No matter the mission, Cydre has never used combat drugs of any sort, he believes completly that they are for cowards and those who lack their own skill.

Personality: Unlike the vast majority of Dark eldar, Cydre is not particularly scheming, and very rarely holds an unnecessary grudge or lasting hatred. That is not to say he isn't incredibly cunning and intelligent, and can make great elaborate traps and plans. Cydre is usualy cold and highly professional, it would take something amazing to put him off a job once he has it. Although he does not outwardly show it, Cydre takes great pleasure in the hunt, the feeling of hounding someone down and finaly ending them.

Weapons of choice: Djin Blade, splinter pistol.

Can I still jump in?

 Lord Magnus wrote:
Can I still jump in?

I'm guessing so, go ahead.

Yes - worst case people might get forgotten in the jumble of posts! : D

Though we shouldn't... now... I need to think of things.

Name: Aeyrin, "The Owl"
Race: Dark Eldar Scourge
Gender: Male
Age: 374
Role: Mercenary/Armed Messenger
Kabal name: Not associated with any Kabal currently

Aeyrin was born into a rich Kabal, though he never liked his life
as an aristocrat. He desired to be free of all obligation to any banner,
free from loyalty to anyone. Being an intelligent and educated child,
he devised a plan to free himself from the world he currently lived in.
The risk to himself was great, and he had to count on the circumstances
being set a very certain way, so he spent a few long years perfecting his plan.
When everything had been set in place, his father, an archon, began to find his funds disappearing,
messenger scourges were shot out of the sky and looted, and the Kabal began to disperse,
the lack of funds preventing the operation from continuing. Confused on how the robber obtained the
cures to the toxins, protecting his messages and currency carriers, a bit of information leaked to him,
through a number of sources, informing him that his son had been the one who had attained his funds,
foolishly spending it all, and then he had fled to the high spires of Commaragh, escaping his father's wrath.

The archon was enraged, and sent his last remaining Solarite to follow his son up the spire, and kill him.
The Solarite climbed through the air spotting the 115 year old Eldar, climbing higher, the Solarite swooped in
scooping the boy up and dropping him to the streets of Commoragh, miles below.
Aeryin's plan had succeeded, as he plumbeted, he directed himself to an area he had paid to be set out, the fall would not kill him.
He drank a special toxin which a certain Haemonculi had made for him, and he ceased to be alive, temporarily at least.
The warrior sent to identify the broken body found it, though it had encountered obstacles which caused only minor broken limbs
the trauma had killed the boy on impact with the spike which he had been impaled on, further enforcing the archons fears of a weak son.


A month later, Aeryin awoke to find the procedure complete, his bones had been hollowed, and his wings stretched out, bloodied, but strong
he was ready to make his journey. Some armour and a customized dark lance of his own design had been brought for him,
he leaped out of the Haemonculi tower, his wings pushing him, slowly, painfully, towards the spires.
He encountered first a duo of Hellions, they sped towards him, but their lives were ended, quickly with 2 dark lance shots, piercing through their chests,
their skyboards plummeting to the ground below.

He continued to climb, the pain coursing through his new wings, before he saw his next danger.
The four of reaver jetbikes headed straight towards him, obviously seeking the sport of impaling him, watching him flail on the front of their bladed jetbikes.
These moved much faster than the Hellions, and on their first pass, he managed to narrowly avoid their tight formation, though the claws of his feet caught one rider.
After letting go, he watched the rider fall, then turned to face the remaining three. His dark lance obliterated one of them, causing the shrapnel to catch another.
The last jetbike rider adjusted himself after the explosion of his colleagues, apparantely intent of finishing him off, but as the rider closed, he drew his splinter pistol,
a few needles later, the rider and jetbike alike descended very quickly towards the rooftops close to him. Aeyrin neared the top spires, but first, he must make a stop.

He laughed at the face of the Solarite when he entered his father's message tower, emptying the pistol magazine in his torso and neck. He moved down the stairs,
killing what few members of the Kabal remained, and stopping in the armoury. Picking up an Agonizer whip, as well as a few haywire and plasma grenades, he moved towards the trophy room
where he knew what awaited him. The door provided no protection from his lance, he kicked in open, but as his father drew the pistol, the whip dashed against his hand.
His father moved to recover the weapon, but the whip was around his neck, Aeyrin stared into his father's eyes, watching the excruciating pain of his death as he activated the Agonizer.

He strode out of the room, moving back to the tower and taking off into the air, reaching the spires shortly, he served as a mercenary from that day forward, joining with any Kabal who
matched his price.

Personality: Aeyrin is cool and calculating in combat. He is merciless, and takes pleasure at the expressions of the dying, as his victims fall he laughs at the pain in their eyes. He often makes a point of using the bodies of his victims to send messages by using horror tactics. He does not speak much, he prefers to think in silence. He is slow to trust anyone, having no alignment many see him as a threat to their Kabal, but those who need an effective mercenary will hire him. (Further aspects of personality to be developed during the RP.)

Weapons and Equipment: Ghostplate Armour, Modified Long Range Dark Lance, Splinter Pistol, Agonizer

Holy crap, this lives??
Alright, count me on board again!

 Lord Magnus wrote:
Name: Aeyrin, "The Owl"
Race: Dark Eldar Scourge
Gender: Male
Age: 374
Role: Mercenary/Armed Messenger
Kabal name: Not associated with any Kabal currently

Aeyrin was born into a rich Kabal, though he never liked his life
as an aristocrat. He desired to be free of all obligation to any banner,
free from loyalty to anyone. Being an intelligent and educated child,
he devised a plan to free himself from the world he currently lived in.
The risk to himself was great, and he had to count on the circumstances
being set a very certain way, so he spent a few long years perfecting his plan.
When everything had been set in place, his father, an archon, began to find his funds disappearing,
messenger scourges were shot out of the sky and looted, and the Kabal began to disperse,
the lack of funds preventing the operation from continuing. Confused on how the robber obtained the
cures to the toxins, protecting his messages and currency carriers, a bit of information leaked to him,
through a number of sources, informing him that his son had been the one who had attained his funds,
foolishly spending it all, and then he had fled to the high spires of Commaragh, escaping his father's wrath.

The archon was enraged, and sent his last remaining Solarite to follow his son up the spire, and kill him.
The Solarite climbed through the air spotting the 115 year old Eldar, climbing higher, the Solarite swooped in
scooping the boy up and dropping him to the streets of Commoragh, miles below.
Aeryin's plan had succeeded, as he plumbeted, he directed himself to an area he had paid to be set out, the fall would not kill him.
He drank a special toxin which a certain Haemonculi had made for him, and he ceased to be alive, temporarily at least.
The warrior sent to identify the broken body found it, though it had encountered obstacles which caused only minor broken limbs
the trauma had killed the boy on impact with the spike which he had been impaled on, further enforcing the archons fears of a weak son.


A month later, Aeryin awoke to find the procedure complete, his bones had been hollowed, and his wings stretched out, bloodied, but strong
he was ready to make his journey. Some armour and a customized dark lance of his own design had been brought for him,
he leaped out of the Haemonculi tower, his wings pushing him, slowly, painfully, towards the spires.
He encountered first a duo of Hellions, they sped towards him, but their lives were ended, quickly with 2 dark lance shots, piercing through their chests,
their skyboards plummeting to the ground below.

He continued to climb, the pain coursing through his new wings, before he saw his next danger.
The four of reaver jetbikes headed straight towards him, obviously seeking the sport of impaling him, watching him flail on the front of their bladed jetbikes.
These moved much faster than the Hellions, and on their first pass, he managed to narrowly avoid their tight formation, though the claws of his feet caught one rider.
After letting go, he watched the rider fall, then turned to face the remaining three. His dark lance obliterated one of them, causing the shrapnel to catch another.
The last jetbike rider adjusted himself after the explosion of his colleagues, apparantely intent of finishing him off, but as the rider closed, he drew his splinter pistol,
a few needles later, the rider and jetbike alike descended very quickly towards the rooftops close to him. Aeyrin neared the top spires, but first, he must make a stop.

He laughed at the face of the Solarite when he entered his father's message tower, emptying the pistol magazine in his torso and neck. He moved down the stairs,
killing what few members of the Kabal remained, and stopping in the armoury. Picking up an Agonizer whip, as well as a few haywire and plasma grenades, he moved towards the trophy room
where he knew what awaited him. The door provided no protection from his lance, he kicked in open, but as his father drew the pistol, the whip dashed against his hand.
His father moved to recover the weapon, but the whip was around his neck, Aeyrin stared into his father's eyes, watching the excruciating pain of his death as he activated the Agonizer.

He strode out of the room, moving back to the tower and taking off into the air, reaching the spires shortly, he served as a mercenary from that day forward, joining with any Kabal who
matched his price.

Personality: Aeyrin is cool and calculating in combat. He is merciless, and takes pleasure at the expressions of the dying, as his victims fall he laughs at the pain in their eyes. He often makes a point of using the bodies of his victims to send messages by using horror tactics. He does not speak much, he prefers to think in silence. He is slow to trust anyone, having no alignment many see him as a threat to their Kabal, but those who need an effective mercenary will hire him. (Further aspects of personality to be developed during the RP.)

Weapons and Equipment: Ghostplate Armour, Modified Long Range Dark Lance, Splinter Pistol, Agonizer

Sorry about the Christmas tree format on my post by the way, I was trying to keep it all where I could see it on the notepad, so that is why the formatting is derped up.

Glad to see all this activity! I'll try work on a post asap

Tried to make my post fit in with the rest of yours, how is this story going to advance?

The plan is, people will 'mill about' for a bit, while I come up with a story to PM to folk so they can run around hunting for things, and I will set stories.

Some of what's pm'ed will be true, some of it won't!

Oops...I may have already started when I shouldn't have. Heh heh.

Feel free to delete any early posts.

I'm just wondering, are people meant to be going to Vects house for a briefing?

If so Ill change my post.

I'll probably just be hanging somewhere in the sprawls.