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Samira She looks at the eyeless man, scoffs at the Tzeentch marks, then goes back to looking around, clearly bored of the place already.  pre:Name: Samira Specialization: Forsaken Pride: Martial Prowess Disgrace: Deceit Motivation: Arcane Characteristics: WS: 55 (30+20) [+5 Pride] BS: 40 (30+10) S: 42 (30+15) [-3 Motivation] T: 45 (30+15) Ag: 50 (30+20) Int: 27 (30+ 0) [-5 Pride] [+2 Motivation] Per: 31 (30+ 0) [-4 Disgrace] [+5 Advance] WP: 30 (30+ 0) Fel: 60 (30+20) [+10 Advance] Wounds: 16 Infamy: 33 IP: 3/3 CP: 20 Skills: Athletics Awareness +10 Charm +20 Common Lore (War) Deceive +20 Dodge Forbidden Lore (Adeptus Astartes, Horus Heresy, Long War) Linguistics (Low Gothic) Navigate (Surface) Operate (Aeronautica) Operate (Surface) Parry Talents: Ambidextrous Ancient Warrior Bulging Biceps Heightened Senses (Sight, Hearing) Legion Weapon Training Lightning Reflexes Nerves of Steel Quick Draw Radient Presence Rapid Reload Resistance (Cold, Heat, Poison) Unarmed Warrior Traits: Amphibious Demonic Name - Troianequus of Seculundum Resourceful (+10 to Infamy tests when acquiring a Rare or lower item) Unnatural Strength +4 Unnatural Toughness +4 Gifts: Demonic Name Illusion of Normalcy Gear: Legion Power Armor (Chain Loinguard, All subsystems) Legion Bolter w/ 4 mags Legion Bolt Pistol w/ 2 mags Legion Combat Knife Legion Chainsword 4 Legion Frags Legion Shotgun w/ 2 clips Doom Siren Legion Power Sword Good Quality Blasphemous Texts Good Quality Ritual Kit Barkweed Juice Obscura Rose Jump Pack Dirge Cannon Good Quality Bionic Arm Advances: 4100/4100 Awareness +10 - 350 Charm - 200 Deceit - 200 Acrobatics - 200 Ancient Warrior - 200 Radient Presence - 200 Fellowship +5 - 250 Fellowship +5 - 500 Charm +10 - 350 Charm +10 - 500 Deceive +10 - 350 Operate (Aeronautica) - 200 Operate (Aeronautica) +10 - 350 Perception +5 - 250 Khorne - 0 Slaanesh - 9 Nurgle - 0 Tzeentch - 0 Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 02:55 on Apr 17, 2014 |
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Samira Even though it's not much, the slight change in combat environment keeps Samira interested long enough to fire a semi-auto burst toward one of the creatures. Her doom siren proved to be a poor choice for the moment, seeing as it may negatively effect those she's fighting with. Initiative 13, and using Legion Bolter (3-shot semi-auto). Half-aim. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 16/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs)
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Samira While tangoing with the aquatic beast, Samira manages to pull out her chainsword and get in a few swings. It may not be easy to move around, but she's just trying to get the creature off of her. CQC isn't much fun, but what's fun anymore? pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 14/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs) Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 13:51 on Jun 17, 2013 |
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Samira Mild annoyance flickers across her face as she walks forward, pretty much into the thing's face. It managed to bite through her armor. Perhaps it didn't know how much effort went into maintaining it. The wound burned, more so than it should. It seems the creature was mildly toxic. Samira took the time to enjoy the burning sensation as it made its way through her body. And then she pulled out her bolter and fired at its ugly speckled mug...whatever that means. Semi-auto burst with bolter (3 shots). pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 14/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs) Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 03:34 on Jun 22, 2013 |
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[b]Samira[b] "Look, can we just pick a destination and go? As long as there's something to do, I'll be okay with that." Her annoyance caused a momentary glow of angry faces to appear across her chest piece. Clearly, the armor resonates with stronger emotions.
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Jun 26, 2013 00:18
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Samira "Alright, fellas. Let's make some noise." Samira pulls out a weapon that, while longer than the average bolter, was more sleek, feminine. The end of the barrel had a face etched into the design, like the gun wanted to scream at her opponent. And what came out matched that idea so well that even the natural wildlife ran from the screech. And all that appeared on her wielder's face was a grin so wide, she might let out a sound just as similar. Just as horrifying. Semi-auto with the sonic blaster! Wee! Half-aim, naturally. For sake of imagery, what time is it?
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Jul 2, 2013 03:54
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Samira A grin smeared across her face, Samira tilts her head back and lets out a roar of a laugh. She hasn't felt this alive in a while. The sun glistening on the side of her face warms it ever so slightly, helping fuel her energy. She pulls out her bolter to make quicker work of everythihg. Semi-auto bolter burst, 3 rounds. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 14/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs)
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Samira Close targets. Smile. Another roar of laughter erupts from her mouth and her doom siren as the noise tears at the orks. The sun warms everything up and makes her feel even more lively about the attack. Doom Siren for d10+12=15 damage and 9 penetration. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 13/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs)
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Samira Hand over the injury, she can taste blood in her mouth. A weak smile still remains on her face. She kind of laughs through some of the blood loss. This close to death, she can't possibly feel any more alive. She pulls out her bolter one more time and fires at the horde. Semi-auto burst from the bolter. Also, blood in the mouth in a totally anime style because I have no idea how human anatomy works in regards to severe injury. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 3/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs)
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Samira She hears the sound of someone yelling, probably at her. She looks over at Ahemait, who appears to be the source of the sound. Unfortunately for him, she can't hear a word he's saying. The bellows of the dying orcs and the high-pitched shrill of her doom siren drown everything out. Plus the laughter coming from herself. Oh, the deep, yet feminine, roll of laughter. Nothing can top even that.
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Samira "Alright, you fuckers. I'm getting tired of seeing your faces, already." She wasn't, really. But, hey. Let's provoke them a little. Assuming they understand her. Another semi-auto burst! Yea! pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel Inf 55 40 42 45 50 30 27 30 50 33 Wounds: 3/16 Armour: 8 on legs, arms, head. 10 on chest (-2 to crits on legs)
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Aug 22, 2013 00:17
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Samira After standing up, she looked around at all the corpses. A satisfied little smile came across her face. She went to the freshest kill, and soaked her hand in blood. She added a new mark on her armor, which was coated in many-a-creature's blood, some of which was even her own. She glanced over at Ahemait, whose face became a lot more...bishie? It was a word that she had no idea the meaning of, but it seemed like the most suitable word. "You look happy."
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Samira The lady of Slaanesh isn't doing much to help the search, either. She has taken to a workbench, one leg pulled up on it, the other hanging languidly from her perch. She turns slowly to the would-be Raptor and gives him a condescending smile. "Mine's louder, Night Lord." Suddenly bored, she jumps down into the ankle-deep ork scraps. She looks out the viewport, trying to find a shrine to defile, before remembering that the adepts here worship the Machine God. Surely they would have a place to do so nearby. She sets off in search of it, not bothering to inform her companions.
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Sep 20, 2013 03:14
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Samira "Oh, it would be such a shame if something were to..." she pulls out her Doom siren and gets ready to fire at the generator. "...happen to this thing." Samira takes a deep breath before letting out a bellowing scream of laughter and chaos as her siren lets loose on the generator. "HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA!" If it weren't obvious, I'm breaking the generator. Does this count as defacing an object of devotion to another religion?
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Sep 29, 2013 17:32
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Samira As much as the plasma sent a new and exciting sensation through her body, explosions weren't necessarily a good thing to stand by. Can't feel new experiences if you're dead, right? Right. So, she slings the siren over he shoulder and almost seems to strut out of the building, the flames growing ever bigger behind her. Something tells her it's completely cliche, but there's not really much effort involved with walking away from a pending fireball. Once out of the building and in sight of the others, she can't help but smear the largest of  smiles she could muster.
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Samira Stripping down to her carapace underthings on top, it looks like a sort of corset, revealing all of her lewd tattoos and some rather faded, but violent, scars. Taking out a rather ornate knife, she proceeds carving symbols into her left arm, starting at the wrist. She makes her way up the arm, as blood slowly starts pooling in the hand and dripping to the ground. She gets to the middle of her chest, then proceeds to do the same on her right arm. By the time she was done, there were a few drips and small puddles of red around her feet. She begins to anoint the circle with some of the excess on her arms. Note: Samira's legs are still fully armored. Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 22:55 on Oct 15, 2013 |
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Samira Samira continues chanting the words in one of the six secret tongues of Slaanesh "cerddorol ysgol uwchradd cyfnos groesffordd cam i fyny..."
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Samira Samira drifts... The colors and lights are nothing compared to the sensation of it all. They've done well, that much she knows. They have reached above the dull and smothering fog of the material and lifted themselves up into the ethereal. The ebb and flow tugs at her, gossamer ribbons with razor edges. The silky smoothness catches her skin and bites deep the meat, and she smiles. Slaanesh is offering her a raptorous embrace, and she gives herself over to it. Elsewhere in the sea of lights, she can feel her companions. Their own pains and pleasures echo out from them, casting ripples of longing across the ether. Samira feels this, and drinks deep. She cannot breathe, she can only appreciate the lack of air and the darkness closing in around the edge of her vision and the white hot fire growing in her chest. All about her is a roar that threatens to turn her eardrums to jelly and her brain to the same swiftly after. She listens to the symphony of pain and laughs. She is not alone in the voidless void. Someone else has come to swim with her, to float alongside her, to drown with her. Samira's eyes bleed when they take in the glorious sight of her companion. Slaanesh has truly blessed her to send forth one of His handmaidens to be her consort. Their fingers entwine and they pull each other into a strangling embrace. Each tries to consume the other, vying for control. The pact is sealed with a kiss, and then all sensation ends.
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Samira, the Troianequus of Seculundum "Hail and well met, Herald of the Prince of Excess." Samira approaches the indimidating form of the warp entity and goes down to one knee, head bowed and arms spread. "I beseeched the Dark Prince to send me an ally, a partner, with whom I would spread his gospel and tear down the false shrines of false gods. I beseeched, and He saw fit to send me a mighty champion indeed. I ask you, Great One, will you be my right hand? Will you allow me to bear you into battle so you might reap a harvest of souls for our master?" Charm 80 to butter this biscuit up. In the mean time, stuff I want: *Spread Limiter for Sonic Blaster Lash of Torment (40 Dynebucks) *Good Quality Blasphemous Texts (Tome of Excess) *Good Quality Ritual Kit (Tome of Excess) *Barkweed Juice (Tome of Excess) *Obscura *Rose *Jump Pack Anything with * has a net +0 modifier, needs to be rolled for vs 49 Infamy. Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 06:24 on Dec 3, 2013 |
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Samira "Every soul we take, save every sixth, will be offered up to our dark master. That sixth soul I offer unto you to do with as you please in exchange for your mighty aide upon the battlefield." She gracefully looks up directly into his eyes. "Is this offer acceptable, O great one?" The Charm train (80) is leaving the station. Destination: demonic sonic blaster.
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Samira She rubs at the back of her neck a little, thinking about her...less than adequate selection of weaponry, knowing full well that such a being would require a vessel of pure glamour. "Unfortunately, I currently do not possess a weapon worthy of your power." She ponders for a few seconds before raising a finger, a look of feigned inspiration upon her face. "If I may persuade you to be patient for a short while, a mere blink of the eye to an eternal being such as yourself, I will return with a weapon worthy of your eminence..." She trails off, unsure of how to proceed. "I am unsure how to address you. By what name are you known? Doom of the Eldar? Lord of Extravagance?" Charm 80, because 80% of the time, it works every time.
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Samira She stands up and takes a deep bow toward Eocco'oduéoked. "At your leisure, great one. In the meantime, I shall see to it someone brings you an offering of flaky pastry goodness." At the daemon's humming, she takes her leave to find where the food so as to acquire a tasty strudel or two for her new partner. Along her path, she bumps into Demeter. "Hey, do you know where Brego went? I need to ask him something." Talk with Demeter so I can locate Brego. Also, strudels are delicious.
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Samira Having completely forgotten about the vox link, she presses a button. "Oh just a fancy sonic weapon that could do as much as you think you can manage. Oh, and spare no expense. This thing needs to house a greater daemon."
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Samira "Great One, we have returned with a vessel we believe is worthy of containing your blessed essence. Please inspect it. Only the finest goods available to us were used in its creation. The acidic venom of the Shamorkian Razor Toad was used to etch the blessedly profane inscriptions upon its frame. A half dozen maddened sycophants were flayed to provide the bindings that hold the weapon together. Surely, one such as You can taste their madness upon the leather and hear the echoes of their ravings through the bore." More Charm 80. Also, letting the Daemon inspect the weapon.
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Samira With an air of satisfaction (and a faint smell of copper), Samira comes walking forth, seemingly blasted with a dark red paint. Upon closer inspection, it was blood and very fine particles of flesh and bone. The cleanest part of her appearance was her mouth, where she had been licking at the paste. Catching bits and pieces from the various conversations going on, she speaks up with an idea that comforts her lack of subtlety. "If we manage to take over the comms, we could probably call all the astropaths to the same room. Once they've met up, boom. We blow them to bits. Once they're cleared from existing, there'd be no way for anyone to communicate to anyone outside of the ship."
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Samira "I think we should just go in and kill everyone ourselves. Savor the little emotions they experience upon dying."
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In favor of Dyne's plan, but only if we can have a mini massacre (and not the whole ship)
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Samira Sitting back in her chair, some of the blood rubbing off, she enjoys the last few bits of the meal that remain in her mouth. "Oh, could it be possible that there is a meal that is beyond this?"
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Samira Samira was...upside-down, in relation to everyone else floating across. There was no reason for this, she just merely enjoyed the new perspective. She could feel the newly demonized weapon quaking with rage. "You know," she says, a slight smirk on her face, "in space, nobody can hear you scream." The weapon vibrates more violently, sending a resounding hum through her armor. The sensation was far from unpleasant. "Oh, don't worry. We'll be in an atmosphere really soon."
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Samira The gun was making noises of frustration. She was gently stroking it, calming it down. She was ready to make some noise, too, but not until the time was right. The stroking, oddly enough, was helping her calm down. But it certainly wouldn't hold for long. Switching to squad comms, she mutters "Let's just take them all out." pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel
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Legion Bolter 100m S/3/– 1d10+9X Pen.4 24/24 Half Tearing
Legion Bolt Pistol 30m S/2/– 1d10+9X Pen.4 8/8 Half Tearing
Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
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Samira Oh, screw it. Sneaking around just wasn't suitable. It's too passive. Too slow. Too.. "...Boring." Samira floats in and lands, just loud enough to get her squad's attention. They were too busy paying attention to the Alpha Legionnaire to realize that she was taking matters into her own hands. She steps forward, raising her eager daemonic companion. She mutters to the gun "Come, Eocco. Let us sing them a song. The Meretricious Requiem."  A vibrant pink erupted from the Dirge, and over the sound of the shot, the daemon and Samira could be heard laughing. Firing the Clarion Cannon at the Obliterators. pre:WS BS S T Ag Per Int WP Fel
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Legion Combat Knife 1d10+11R Pen.2
Legion Chainsword 1d10+14R Pen.3 Tearing, Balanced
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Samira Well, that didn't take long. The burning, the tearing, the eventual numb coming to take her to death, only to come back again. The excitement of it all made her realize that she couldn't feel various parts of her body, mostly her arm and her face. It wasn't right. Why would she suddenly stop feeling her arm? She tried to move her head to see, but a large amount of pain suddenly went through every part of it, rendering it useless. She did feel a lot in the area of her shoulder, though. She could also feel the burns where the heated metal were touching her body, and quite possibly fused to the skin and muscle. Her face felt stuck in a smile, and she tried to laugh, but all that came out was a gargle of blood.
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Samira While the sensation of effectively dying was pretty strong, it is unlikely that Samira is ever going to try that again. She let impatience get the best of her. And she knows that the rest of her party isn't going to let her live this down. Yet, she lays there with a smile on her face.
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Samira She looks around, the drugs finally kicking in. She finally sees someone and goes "HEY!" Someone looks over. "So...tell me what you want, what you really really want?" Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 22:04 on Jan 28, 2014 |
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Samira "Is this the real life, is this just fantasy?" She nods at anyone who passes by to encourage them to sing along.
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Samira "Good to see you, too!" Samira looks up at Brego, who is working on cutting her free. "I'm not sure if I can do much moving right now, anyway. But that won't stop me from my one true passion: SINGING!" She clears her throat. "I WANT TO BREAK FREEEEE~"
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Samira The rush and whirls of the colors and sounds could only be described with a word that escapes her thought, and probably for a good reason. But that doesn't matter. She was on a trip with hearing what blue tastes like, and she enjoyed it more than anyone should. She tried to speak, to yell out in excitement, but there was a pressure on her chest and eardrums any time she tried. Everything was so close, yet seemed so far away. She tried moving her arms to reach for the sounds, but her limbs felt weighted and sluggish. She wondered what took her arms so long to move up, but it didn't really matter. It was a whirlwind of sensations and excitement. ----- Samira was stuck there, mumbling strange unintelligible nothings, and, upon closer inspection, was actually drooling. Mad Moxxi fucked around with this message at 17:02 on Mar 3, 2014 |
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Samira Everything was a bit hazy, but it seemed Samira was conscious enough to be aware of the slobber all over her face. She reached up with her right hand and wiped the drool away. Her awareness of the missing arm didn't happen for a while, until she went to dust herself off. She looked, and her left arm was gone, all the way up to the shoulder. "Well, that's inconveniencing." That's when it became clear about the surgery. "Ah, vomit. Yeah. I can't make any promises."
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Samira Absently going to hold up a hand to Phovos, "Oh, I think have that phantom limb thing, Pho! Guess what finger I'm holding up!"
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Samira While lying on the table, she pulls out her bolter, and aims in the direction of Phovos. "Sure, but only if I can give you a set of phantom balls to go with it."
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