localcatman

[localcatman]

Ripley takes a moment to look around the cluttered chamber. He takes in the sights of the various forms of technological nicknacks and trinkets before responding to Aldus, “I see…”.

“Hello, Mistress Cerridwen…” Ripley nods as he turns to the tech priestess. He respectfully dips his head before placing his large backpack on the ground in front of him.

“Yes, I indeed come with gifts. I’m willing to trade many a thing in exchange for safety” the cat-like man explains as he stares up at Cerridwen with calm eyes. Every so often he glances over at Aldus to gage his reactions.

“Shall I”? Ripley asks and gestures at the bag at his feet.

Ripley stands outside of his chambers waiting for Aldus. He idly leans against the frame of the closed door, and flips through a tiny booklet.

His clothing has changed since the other night—, Instead of a body suit Ripley now wears a form-fitting, black turtleneck with puffed up sleeves. The fabric cuts off just beneath his mid thigh, revealing his peach toned legs. He’s still wearing the same boots as previously, however.

“We’re going to have to do something about your wardrobe, my dear,” Aldus said. One moment, the hallway was empty, and the next he was there, with nothing in between. “It looks like you’re not even wearing pants.”

The sorcerer smirked and began walking away without waiting for a response, a sharp gesture indicating Ripley should follow.

“This will be a bit of a hike,” he added. “Cerridwen lives on nearly the opposite end of the Crucible from us.”

[localcatman]

“I see…” Ripley states. He idly follows the sorcerer, and as they approach the door with the servitor beside it he raises an eyebrow.

“Interesting security system you have here…” He chuckles but takes a step back when the servitor speaks.

“Hm” Ripley lets out a short, slightly annoyed huff at it.

Ripley stands outside of his chambers waiting for Aldus. He idly leans against the frame of the closed door, and flips through a tiny booklet.

His clothing has changed since the other night—, Instead of a body suit Ripley now wears a form-fitting, black turtleneck with puffed up sleeves. The fabric cuts off just beneath his mid thigh, revealing his peach toned legs. He’s still wearing the same boots as previously, however.

“We’re going to have to do something about your wardrobe, my dear,” Aldus said. One moment, the hallway was empty, and the next he was there, with nothing in between. “It looks like you’re not even wearing pants.”

The sorcerer smirked and began walking away without waiting for a response, a sharp gesture indicating Ripley should follow.

“This will be a bit of a hike,” he added. “Cerridwen lives on nearly the opposite end of the Crucible from us.”

[localcatman]

“Thank you Magister”, Ripley states, emphasizing the Sorcerer’s title, his ears lower a bit at the AI’s note, but they quickly return to their initial position. He follows.

“I wouldn’t mind wearing Mechanicus robes, and it doesn’t seem that I have much of an option regardless” he shrugs and continues.

“No. I don’t have any experience with the Mechanicus”, Ripley sighs and adds, “In spite of my experience with tech, but my militarium position was more akin to combat support”.

Ripley stands outside of his chambers waiting for Aldus. He idly leans against the frame of the closed door, and flips through a tiny booklet.

His clothing has changed since the other night—, Instead of a body suit Ripley now wears a form-fitting, black turtleneck with puffed up sleeves. The fabric cuts off just beneath his mid thigh, revealing his peach toned legs. He’s still wearing the same boots as previously, however.

“We’re going to have to do something about your wardrobe, my dear,” Aldus said. One moment, the hallway was empty, and the next he was there, with nothing in between. “It looks like you’re not even wearing pants.”

The sorcerer smirked and began walking away without waiting for a response, a sharp gesture indicating Ripley should follow.

“This will be a bit of a hike,” he added. “Cerridwen lives on nearly the opposite end of the Crucible from us.”

[localcatman]

“That’s because I’m not, Magister”, Ripley shrugs as he follows the sorcerer, seemingly unbothered by the astartes’ sudden appearance, “I didn’t have much time to consider a proper wardrobe before I had to leave my home”.

He adds, justly “I would usually wear pants, yes, but an unfortunate, let’s say incident, left me with none”. One of Ripley’s large, cat-like ears twitches and a small, amused smile barely forms across his features.

Ripley stands outside of his chambers waiting for Aldus. He idly leans against the frame of the closed door, and flips through a tiny booklet.

His clothing has changed since the other night—, Instead of a body suit Ripley now wears a form-fitting, black turtleneck with puffed up sleeves. The fabric cuts off just beneath his mid thigh, revealing his peach toned legs. He’s still wearing the same boots as previously, however.

“We’re going to have to do something about your wardrobe, my dear,” Aldus said. One moment, the hallway was empty, and the next he was there, with nothing in between. “It looks like you’re not even wearing pants.”

The sorcerer smirked and began walking away without waiting for a response, a sharp gesture indicating Ripley should follow.

“This will be a bit of a hike,” he added. “Cerridwen lives on nearly the opposite end of the Crucible from us.”

[localcatman]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know who that is”, Ripley shrugs and flips through the pages to reveal more intricate sketches and notes, “But I’m sure he’s alright”.

He eventually flips to a solemn, half torn page with golden markings. The ink, almost appearing to glow, makes up a rough drawing of a young man with dark eyes and long, straight hair.

RP starter (Open to Anyone)

Ripley sits at the edge of a balcony that overlooks a small indoor garden. His sleek tail is wrapped around one of the balusters for support as he balances on the railing. It’s a far drop.

His fingers drum idly on the cold, metal surface, and he seems weirdly quiet.

Ripley’s cat-like ears, too, are unusually folded back, and an evident knick crosses the left one. His right cheek is a distorted, blotchy red tone that looks to be slowly mellowing out into deep purple.

[localcatman]

RP Starter (Open to Anyone)

Ripley sits curled on a couch; His knees are at his chest and his tail is idly wrapped around him. In his hands is a large, leather-bound book which he slowly flips through.

He occasionally marks something down with a pencil

[localcatman]

“DON’T” sentence starters

32 starters || TW: violence, abuse

« don’t go »

« don’t get any closer »

« don’t do it »

« don’t do anything bad »

« don’t say it »

« don’t say that »

« don’t say anything »

« don’t talk to me »

« don’t talk to them »

« don’t move »

« don’t move it »

« don’t think about it »

« don’t read too much into it »

« don’t touch that »

« don’t touch me »

« don’t hit me »

« don’t hurt me »

« don’t fight it »

« don’t fight them »

« don’t cry »

« don’t stand up »

« don’t you dare »

« don’t mock me »

« don’t yell »

« don’t yell at me »

« don’t open that »

« don’t eat that »

« don’t worry »

« don’t worry about it »

« don’t worry about me »

« don’t be scared »

« don’t scare me like that »

[localcatman]

Ask my muse questions about their relationship with another character.

[localcatman]

— little misfortune ; sentence starters.

part three of three.

❛ please, __, stop and listen to me. there’s something i need to tell you. ❜

❛ you’re too important. ❜

❛ what are you talking about? ❜

❛ the games you enjoy, you can have them all. ❜

❛ do you believe in magic? ❜

❛ do you trust me? ❜

❛ are you afraid of dying? ❜

❛ i need courage. ❜

❛ mmm. that tea smells like roses and lemon. ❜

❛ don’t worry… you can hold my hand if you want to. ❜

❛ is this… a kiss? is this really happening? ❜

❛ you are stronger than you think. ❜

❛ you’ve been knocked down before… did you let that stop you? ❜

❛ i’m very disappointed in you, __! ❜

❛ please, stop playing games. ❜

❛ i trusted you. ❜

❛ you can’t make me! ❜

❛ you can’t say that! ❜

❛ i won’t tolerate this behavior. ❜

❛ now when i look at this, i can see what __ tried to warn me about… ❜

❛ i don’t like being alone. ❜

❛ wow, you had one hell of a day, __! ❜

❛ have you ever heard voices in your head? ❜

❛ beware of the consequences. ❜

❛ __ was warning me all the time… and i couldn’t see it… ❜

❛ congratulations, you reached the end of my game. ❜

❛ i don’t even care anymore. ❜

❛ stop talking, please. ❜

❛ stop ruining this! ❜

❛ no deal! none! no! ❜

❛ you promised it wouldn’t be like the last time. ❜

❛ no, you lied to me. i don’t want to play this game anymore. ❜

❛ you’re scaring me! stop it! ❜

❛ open this door, right now, __! ❜

❛ teach me how to be brave… ❜

❛ so now we’re playing hide-and-seek? i love this game. ❜

❛ is that one more of your lies? ❜

❛ he’s been trying to take you away from me all this time. ❜

❛ i want you to leave, right now… ❜

❛ you don’t have a clue about what’s going on. ❜

❛ this is only the beginning… ❜

❛ you’re mine to play with, for eternity! ❜

❛ i’m sick of you being a bully! ❜

❛ there’s nothing you can do! ❜

❛ is everything back to normal now? ❜

❛ i guess i’ll have to rebuild this… i’ll make some improvements. ❜

❛ he is the voice in your head, driving you mad. ❜

❛ __, don’t ignore me! ❜

❛ are you angry because i couldn’t get the happiness for you? ❜

❛ this must be a bad dream… ❜

❛ oh, no, what have i done…? ❜

❛ oh, __, you’re back. i thought i lost you too… ❜

❛ i guess i was your little misfortune for a while… but you need to find your own happiness now. ❜

❛ i’ll love you forever. ❜

❛ oh, __! i’m so happy to see you again! ❜

❛ what is this place?❜

[localcatman]

“Well how’d you get the curse”? Ripley asks as he puts yet another book down before curtly replacing it. He adds, “Maybe that could give us a new lead that hasn’t been considered yet”?

“And”, He starts, pondering for a moment, “I’m not a doctor but that doesn’t sound particularly good. Just a hunch”. He shrugs and one of his large, pointed ears twitches.

"I can't do this"

(Post treason Ripley)

“What do you mean”? The cat-like man asks as he looks up from the book he was reading only moments ago.

[localcatman]

Just letting everyone know that I reworked some stuff!!

❁Warhammer 40k OC RP blog❁

Ripley Lun’amir

Miscellaneous

❁ Ilunan 

❁ Second, 6th Major General of the Elotein Witch Guard; Elotein Dark Witch

❁ Chronologically 53, Physically in his early to mid-20s

❁ 6’0

❁ Sphynx cat theme

❁ Lithe and athletic body type

❁ He/Him

❁ Formerly married to Kranar Pare

Backstory Summary

❁ Child of an Ilunan refugee who fled to the planet of Elotelma when Ilunna was destroyed by the Inquisition

❁ Mother later died, but was raised by step mother

❁ Bullied as a child for lack of magical ability and odd cat-like appearance

❁ Developed an interest in technology and engineering, Later ended up developing tech that allowed him to fake certain magical effects

❁ Joined the Elotein Witch Guard (Elotelma’s own variant of a Guardsman-like legion) as a ‘psyker’

❁ Was partnered with ex-childhood bully, Kranar Pare (Kyeh-Ra-Nhar Peh-Ah-Reh)

❁ Kranar used Ripley’s identity to blackmail him into being totally obedient to his commands. They entered a toxic friendship, later relationship, and eventually marriage

❁ Commits tax fraud

❁ After years of being threatened into doing various things that he doesn’t morally agree with (both professionally & personally), Ripley attempts to murder Kranar

❁ Ripley fails to murder Kranar, and goes on the run because Kranar has told the Inquisition and the Witch Guard about his deceptive nature

Weapons 

❁ A modified plasma pistol with pink plasma. Rapid shot, Less likely to explode, Plasma is less effective

❁ A seemingly normal combat knife with a blade that rapidly heats up when a hidden button on the side is pressed

Account Notes

❁ Main Blog @Idle_Skull

❁ This blog is 18+ and will most likely contain instances of suggestive, lewd, and or violent content but is not dedicated to such

❁ Asks & RP are open for anyone, but please be patient whilst waiting for me to respond

[localcatman]

Ripley shrugs and puts his own book down.

“Well it would certainly be easier to find the answers you seek if you told me what exactly we were looking for in the first place” He sighs and picks up another book, flipping through it.

"I can't do this"

(Post treason Ripley)

“What do you mean”? The cat-like man asks as he looks up from the book he was reading only moments ago.

[localcatman]

“Sounds like a plan”, Ripley states, he leans on the doorframe, allowing his body to take on an almost subtly seductive pose, “I mean… I do have some skills outside of feats of masterful engineering and killing anyone who gets in my way…”

He seems to ponder for a moment before straightening out and standing on the tips of his toes, still, he barely reaches past the astartes’ jaw. Ripley leans toward Aldus a bit and states, “But I think it’s best for now that we temporarily part ways”.

Returning to a normal standing position he turns on his heel, only casting a singular, almost alluring look back at the sorcerer before sliding the door closed.

“Goodnight, Magister”.

The crackle of static from the ship intercom catches the attention of anyone who’s listening.

*Click*

“Hello….Hello….I need help….I’ve been stranded out here for awhile….I’m alone”

The static places long pauses between the words, breaking up the sentences spoken by a calm but fearful voice. It presumedly, belongs to a young man.

“Permission to dock….Please….I have supplies to trade for food and water….And maybe a place to stay for a bit….It’s just me….I’m alone….Over”.

*Click*

- Ripley

From his command throne, Aldus looked over his shoulder at the armature hanging down from the ceiling. A mechanical eye the size of a normal human's head blinked in acknowledgement, the iris whirring shut and then open again in a facsimile of the biological gesture it mocked.

"Pompeii?" the sorcerer asked, seemingly to the empty air.

[[Single life signature detected. Abhuman, Felinid. Male.]]

He nodded at the ship's voice. A woman's, albeit clearly synthetic.

"I sense nothing untoward in nearby warpspace, either. If it's a trap, it's a very poor one."

[[Query: engagement parameters? Enslavement and/or Experimentation?]]

"No. As interesting as a felinid is, I doubt he has anything to offer better than what we have. Besides, a debt is easier to manage than mind control."

[[Counterpoint: Waste of time.]]

"We'll give him a chance. Picking him up won't delay us enough to matter."

Aldus opened a vox-link to the stranded ship. "Unidentified craft, this is Magister Aldus Trazyrae. You have permission to come aboard. But be warned, you are under scrutiny."

[localcatman]

"I can't do this"

(Post treason Ripley)

“What do you mean”? The cat-like man asks as he looks up from the book he was reading only moments ago.

[localcatman]

“I did”, Ripley answers the sorcerer’s question with a small, confident smile, joking “Magister, I did not get to my aforementioned rank and survive as long as I have in this shit show of a world by being a pushover”.

The cat-like man respectfully nods at Aldus as he takes back his items.

“No surprises. I’ve been as upfront as I possibly can be. Lying or bending the truth wouldn’t help me in the long run”, Ripley states as he looks up at the sorcerer, meeting his eyes perfectly, “Thank you for this, though. I’m very grateful”.

“But of course, I expect that I’m indebted to you now—, What may I do to subsidize that debt”? Ripley inquires.

The crackle of static from the ship intercom catches the attention of anyone who’s listening.

*Click*

“Hello….Hello….I need help….I’ve been stranded out here for awhile….I’m alone”

The static places long pauses between the words, breaking up the sentences spoken by a calm but fearful voice. It presumedly, belongs to a young man.

“Permission to dock….Please….I have supplies to trade for food and water….And maybe a place to stay for a bit….It’s just me….I’m alone….Over”.

*Click*

- Ripley

From his command throne, Aldus looked over his shoulder at the armature hanging down from the ceiling. A mechanical eye the size of a normal human's head blinked in acknowledgement, the iris whirring shut and then open again in a facsimile of the biological gesture it mocked.

"Pompeii?" the sorcerer asked, seemingly to the empty air.

[[Single life signature detected. Abhuman, Felinid. Male.]]

He nodded at the ship's voice. A woman's, albeit clearly synthetic.

"I sense nothing untoward in nearby warpspace, either. If it's a trap, it's a very poor one."

[[Query: engagement parameters? Enslavement and/or Experimentation?]]

"No. As interesting as a felinid is, I doubt he has anything to offer better than what we have. Besides, a debt is easier to manage than mind control."

[[Counterpoint: Waste of time.]]

"We'll give him a chance. Picking him up won't delay us enough to matter."

Aldus opened a vox-link to the stranded ship. "Unidentified craft, this is Magister Aldus Trazyrae. You have permission to come aboard. But be warned, you are under scrutiny."

[localcatman]

“Thank you. I hope that we may meet again one day”.

“I’ve done something, something I shouldn’t have done” Ripley frantically approaches Anxo. His normally pristine clothing and armor are covered in muck and blood.

- Ripley to Anxo

Anxo looks Ripley up and down. “No shit. Come with me my room is nearby.”

[localcatman]

Ripley pulls away, taking and squeezing one of the marine’s hands as he does so.

“I appreciate it… I really do”, He starts, “But I can’t stay, it’s not the inquisition that I fear, but I cannot remain”.

“I’ve done something, something I shouldn’t have done” Ripley frantically approaches Anxo. His normally pristine clothing and armor are covered in muck and blood.

- Ripley to Anxo

Anxo looks Ripley up and down. “No shit. Come with me my room is nearby.”