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A hand was rasied.

Asomodus was slightly caught of guard by the level of frustration in his voice and posture she immediately /attempted/ to soothe him over once again. She didn't wish to be the cause of him becoming frustrated.

❝ I don't mean to cause you to repeat yourself; I just wish to voice my concerns on the matter. This is all new to me, I cannot seem to pick out what is fact and what is superstition. Thus why I came to you.

The Master of such disciplines. ❞

She suspected that this wasn't the first time that someone had broached the topic with him before and that he was rapidly becoming exhausted with the un-truths that spiraled around Psykers and their practices.

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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Was it so wrong for Asomodus to feel a sense of... elation? As Horus took her by the arm and guided her, the very real feeling of kinship took hold in her chest and blossomed into a wholesome grin. It was so delightful to be in the presence of one of her many brothers especially one that was so obviously pleased to see her. Eventually Asomodus matched Horus and his stride so that the two of them could walk side-by-side with each other.

She was vaguely aware of Abaddon and his location behind them.

❝ I am all yours! Freshly returned from xenocide near the Outer Reaches. I could use companionship of a sort that does not wish to see me hung from my entrails and paraded through the street. ❞

She eyed the refreshments with an expression that could only be described as Hunger.

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Abaddon nodded his head in respect to the Primarch of the XIth Legion. “I am glad you have arrived,” he said, “If you will follow me, I will take you to Lord Horus.”

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She looked abhorred at the notion of destroying a book. Almost as if such a thing hadn't even existed in the deepest darkest corners of her mind until the Crimson King broached the topic. Responding to his statement with a swift shake of her head and words of affirmation to guarentee that any books that he deemed to give her would be taken care of as if they were her own sons. After all she treasured what few books she was able to collect, (Mostly books and research papers from her Homeworld) stowing them away in her private quarters.

The 11th took a moment to chew the words Magnus had spoken. Basics? The VERY basics?.

The smallest beginnings of a pout formed at the edges of her lips before she managed to banish her frustrations.

❝ I fear that... ❞

She gave the rail one last tentative poke, before returning to the conversation proper.

❝ The Unsavoury.

The Wolves and many others seem absolutely convinced that you cannot avoid the Unsavoury nature of the craft no matter what you do or how many precautions you take. That it'll eventually creep into your very soul and corrupt you from the inside out. ❞

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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Muse OC sheet

Timezone: 30k and 40k

Name: Kaven drak

Age: 143

Legion: 8th, night lords.

Rank: none

Company: 22nd

Armor: “Maximus” pattern power armor

Wargear: a mark 1 power claw, a plasma pistol, and a one handed sword.

Extra: He has a collection of small trinkets and oddities that he has found over the Years, his favorite being a small doll that he found kept during a assault on a hive world.

Appearance: kaven’s face is surprisingly plain, only his cheekbones, long black hair, and pale skin giving any outward indication that he is a night lord out of his armor.

Personality: kaven is a quiet individual, possessing varying levels of distance for his fellow legionaries and over time it developed into a being a asshole of varying levels. He possesses a oddly curious nature that manifests itself in collecting trinkets and small oddities as well as hunting for knowledge. When kaven is away from his brothers it isn’t uncommon to find him questioning a serf on what machine they are using or working on, browsing through whatever collection of books was available, or reading battle reports.

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LFRP: Spero (The Perpetual: WH40k)

==Basics==

Name: Spero Ancora Aliases: Jolene Martelle Age: Late 20s/Early 30s Gender: Female Race: Human Namesday: Unknown Sexuality: Pansexual - Polyamorous Relationship Status: Married Alignment: Neutral Good

==Appearance==

Hair: Auburn Eyes: Teal Height: 5'3" Build: Athletic Skin: Pale Markings: Tattoos on her back, right arm & left side. A number of old scars.

==Personal==

Profession: Scholar & Historian  Alliance: Shifting  Hobbies: Reading, Writing, Cooking, Gardening, Traveling. Languages: High & Low Gothic Residence: Traveling Birthplace: Patria (Custom World) Religion: Not Religious Fears: The Inquisition, Falling, Losing everything she holds dear. 

==Personality==

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Confident / In Between / Timid Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Inpatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Logical / In Between / Emotional Decisive / In Between / Indecisive Outgoing / In Between / Shy Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Humble / In Between / Arrogant Modest / In Between / Hedonistic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful Dominate / In Between / Submissive

==Relationships==

Parents: Dead Siblings: Dead Spouse: “The Artist” (AU) // Ahriman (AU) Children: None Other: None

==History==

Spero Ancora was born to a different name to a noble family on the world of Patria, the youngest of their six children. As she grew older, as tradition mandated, she would be sent off to an academy. From there, she trained to join one of her world’s many fleets with the hopes of eventually becoming an officer as her father was before her. A hope she would one day reach as she traveled the stars of her home: The Thirteen Stars of Eden. A grouping of worlds not yet loyal to the Imperium of Man.  She joined the forces that defended her home from the many Xeno’s Hordes, as had generations before her. It was one mission in particular that changed the course of her fate: her fleet was ambushed on one of the outer worlds of one of their systems and slaughtered. Able to escape, but cut off from the nearest outpost, Spero met her end… For the first time. She would awaken a few months later on the ship of one of her sister fleets. Watching as aid came in the form of warriors of the XVI & IX Legions.  In the years to come, she found herself on the ships of the great Astartes Legions. Taking up a different name, Spero made her way to head of the Great Crusade, where she decided to lay low. Keeping quiet of what she was and where she came from. Taking up the role of one of the many Remenbancers that called the Legions home. This was made easier when she joined the Legion of Thousand Sons. Finding kindred souls among the Son’s of Magnus. It would be there her love of history and knowledge would be nurtured. 

==RP Hooks==

Legion Jumper: Spero has been known to jump from Legion to Legion in Warhammer 30k, gathering knowledge & recording history.

Writer for Hire: In Warhammer 40k she has been known to take on odd jobs for Military Units & Nobles alike. Writing down and recording what needs to be. 

A familiar face: Being a Perpetual she has been alive a long time, maybe you had met in the past and are just now running into each other again. 

Kindred Souls: Spero has been known to take up work among the different Astartes Chapters, it is there she is most comfortable.

Well Traveled: It would be as easy as being on the same ship with her. Maybe finding her tucked away in some corner reading a book or writing some journal. 

==What I’m Looking For==

RPers who are seeking character & story development for long and short term RPs.

Friends, Allies, Contacts, Rivals, and Enemies.

==What I Won’t RP==

Anything involving underage characters or players.

Smut for the sake of smut.

Random Ships/Pairings.

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At the sight of her sibling smiling, she felt her own grin tugging at her lips. Commanding her to not be an uptight prude and partake in a normal human action. She indulged.

❝ Now you just sound like my adoptive mother, thankfully that I am for her, patience was what she preached above all. ❞

She returned to the railing and glides a hand over the metal, now fixed by seemingly only magic itself.

❝ I promise that I shall pace myself and temper my expectations. Of the few psykers I have encountered they all claim to have only gained mastery via hard work and dedication to their studies.

Something I shall keep in mind. ❞

She pulls her fingers up from the metal surface and brought them close to her face as if to inspect them for dust, or remnants of magic... or something. The strange doings and rituals of the 11th remained known to her and her alone.

❝ Unfortunately this visit is shortlived; maybe a day or two more at the most until I have to depart back to my Sons. Does the Prosperine way of Psychic Discipline differ greatly from others? I know that it's a sensitive subject for our Imperium, but are their other worlds like your own? ❞

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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Revamping the RP Tag List

Hello fellow roleplayers! Fuuko-mun is revamping the 40k Tag List aka “The Thing” that mun does.

Please Reblog if you want to be tagged when a new RP blog comes aboard. This is to introduce them to you and introduce you to them. If you have multiple RP blogs and you want them ALL tagged, please reblog this in each of those blogs. If you want to just TAG YOUR MAIN BLOG, then just reblog this on THAT main blog. If you do NOT want to be tagged, please PM Fuuko Mun.  Everyone who reblogs this will be included in the tags.  Thank you!

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❝ What a strange, sad, little xenos scum. ❞

❝ Sir, That is my flesh-eating emotional support deer. ❞

Asomodus, probably.

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❝ Sir, That is my flesh-eating emotional support deer. ❞

Asomodus, probably.

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Asomodus was part way through her train of thought and response to Abaddon when the hallowed voice of Horus snipped it to ribbons. Scattering it amongst all the other dead thoughts and half-finished sentences never to be spoken.

❝ Brother! I have never felt more welcomed anywhere in my life. ❞

Unlike Abaddon, the 11th didn't bow or even lower her head in respect for arguably the greatest of all the Primarchs. He who had the distinct honor and privilege of sending decades along side the Emperor of Mankind. She felt a grin blossom upon her face,

❝ We were just speaking of the incredible work of art that is your ship. I think you have me jealous. ❞

She gestures towards her guide and the ship as a whole.

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Abaddon nodded his head in respect to the Primarch of the XIth Legion. “I am glad you have arrived,” he said, “If you will follow me, I will take you to Lord Horus.”

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❝ Guidelines for war? How very... Roboute Guilliman of you, Roboute. ❞

❝ I don't understand... the need for this Codex Astartes. Do you not trust our legions to act properly? ❞

"It was a guideline. Not a rule book. General advice on general situations that may occur."

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That was around the response that she knew she would receive. There would be no shortcuts, as few things in this universe could be hastened or rushed without ruining the final product.

❝ .... ❞

The 11th remained silent. Never being one to reach out publicly or otherwise it had made befriending others and indeed her siblings something of an impossibility. She had met, broken bread, and spoken before with most of her 'family' members as was customary on her homeworld. However, relating and actually getting to know her family was always something that seemed so distant and impossible. How is one to maintain any sort of positive relationship in the galaxy they were a part of? War was as perpetual as the Autumn of her home.

Yet one of her brothers had not only made time for her to speak with him, but also to lend his aid in a matter that he didn't strictly /need/ to get involved in? It was touching. Comforting. A lesser, younger, Asomodus might have been overwhelmed with emotion.

❝ I think that is a grand idea. ❞ Magnus making such a effortless and subtle motion as repairing the damaged railing did volumes to soothe her. Almost like a resumé, proof that he at least knew what he was doing. ❝ I would be honored to take up some of your time, although I don't fully.. understand the techniques and terminology used by you. Perhaps I will. In time. Futher down the rocky road of progress. ❞

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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❝ Both sound... ❞

Horrible. Horrendous. Extraordinarily Dangerous. Not something she'd be willing to pursue in the slightest, if possible she'd prefer to continue pretending she wasn't a Psyker in the first place. However such things would undoubtedly lead to more problems later down the road. Accidental outbursts were already already a staggering problem for the Lord of Stags.

❝ － Undesirable. A herculean task when I haven't the time to pursue such lengthy projects. My Sons wage war in my name /right now/ without me at their side. With no offense aimed towards you and your craft; I wish I could simply be scrubbed clean of all connection to the Warp and it's foul energies. ❞

Freeing her hand from the railing, Magnus would be able to see the damage done to it in her frustration. The metal was twisted and bent such was the unimaginable feeling of helplessness the 11th 'son' of the Emperor of Mankind was feeling in this moment. Turning to face her brother she met his eye with her uncharacteristically dull eyes of green, a far cry from the spectacular shining emeralds they are normally depicted as... fatigue plagued this Primarch.

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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Emotional compromised joy [ooc]

// I just wanted to say from the bottom of my heart that I so so So SO thankful for how welcoming and amazing all of you have been towards me and my precious Asomodus.

I've already met several incredible writers that boggle the mind, with their detail and passion and I can't really put into words how exceptionally excited I am to interact with you all!

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The 11th didn't remove her eyes from whatever minuscule detail she was over analyzing at the given moment. ❝...How do you muster such self-contol of your abilities?❞ A hand was firmly gripped onto a railing, perhaps an illusion but said railing seemed to be experiencing distress under her mighty hand. ❝If too personal you needn't answer.❞

❝ Brother, might I ask a favor of you? I have need of your council on a matter most dire. ❞

Magnus was a little surprised at the request, but he nodded nonetheless. He would not be one to deny his insight to those that may require it. “Of course you may. My council is yours,” he responded. “What is the issue and what makes it so dire, sister?” 

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send 🌼 for a happiness headcanon

🌼 A Happiness Headcanon.

Asomodus took up gardening during her exile as such she has an entire deck of her ship that has been allowed to become, essentially, an overgrown Garden.

She tends to the planets and tenderly rasies them from Seed, to Maturity, then Death. She finds gardening to be a supremely calming exercise and yearns to take her garden to an actual world someday.

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Chaos. Chaos stresses the 11th Primarch to bits.