[X] Plan: Let the Galaxy Tremble
-[X] …left almost as you had found it- with your tools installed as quickly and efficiently as they could be, and your research notes scattered around haphazardly between the rust and the trailing cables. None but you are likely to understand the systems you use to organize yourself and find what you need, and that is the way you like it, and the rust simply adds to the ambience.
-[X] …inhuman- even by the standards of the Dark Mechanicum, with your legs replaced with an arachnid apparatus, most of your inner organs surrounded by a metal carapace. Your voice is a growling, hissing thing thrown from a speaker in your chest, though you only rarely bother with it.
-[X] …a Needler and Gas Dispensers- capable of delivering a wide array of pathogens and toxins against your foes, many of them of your own devising. You are, of course, immune to at least most of them.
-[X]skeptical- viewing the Gods less as Gods as lesser beings might understand them and more as outgrowths of the Warp of questionable sentience: mere amplified, twisted reflections of the emotional spectrum of humanity, forces of natures to be corralled and controlled rather then worshiped and obeyed.
-[X] ascend- The limited potential of the mortal realm holds little interest to you: you wish to ascend further, to rise above the petty limitations of even flesh and metal, to assume a form of divine potency and resilience and revel in its power for all eternity. Whether you achieve this through worship, technology, or some other means is entirely unimportant to you.
[X] Plan Techpriest of wealth and taste
-[X] ...ostentatious and richly decorated- with decorations of many origins and styles in every place that can support them, and every amenity you could get your hand on present. There are silk sheets on your bed, not because you have used a bed more than once within the last decade, but because you want them and so you have them. There is a marble bust of you gifted to you by one of the Emperor's Children, which only sometimes looks like it follows you with your eyes. They are not yet what they could be, but you are confident they can become even richer and more beautiful.
-[X] …artful-like those displayed by Regicia, though in an entirely different way. Exotic alloys coat the surface of an idealized human body, every muscle artfully modeled, and your voice box has been replaced with a cunning arrangement of pipes, giving your voice an almost musical lilt when you bother to use it.
-[X] …a twisted Omnissian Axe and Phosphor Serpenta- the same weaponry one might find with a Tech Priest of the Loyalist Mechanicus, though modified to your own preferences further than theirs could ever be.
-[X]skeptical- viewing the Gods less as Gods as lesser beings might understand them and more as outgrowths of the Warp of questionable sentience: mere amplified, twisted reflections of the emotional spectrum of humanity, forces of natures to be corralled and controlled rather then worshiped and obeyed.
-[X] Legacy- to create something that will ensure you are remembered, to ensure that your name is whispered in fear and awe at your genius for millenia to come, like that of Arkhan Land, the famous techno-archeologist.
[X] Plan: If you're doing it, you're doing it Right.
-[X] …pristine and spartan- every surface polished to a mirror sheen, nothing out of its proper place, nothing without its necessary function. Getting that sort of shine on a ship like this is difficult, but you manage it.
-[X] …artful-like those displayed by Regicia, though in an entirely different way. Exotic alloys coat the surface of an idealized human body, every muscle artfully modeled, and your voice box has been replaced with a cunning arrangement of pipes, giving your voice an almost musical lilt when you bother to use it.
-[X] …part of your cybernetics- beginning with a swirling cloud of Mechatendrils and including a series of Mechadendrite-mounted Las Pistols, all of which you can wield independently and at the speed of thought.
-[X]skeptical- viewing the Gods less as Gods as lesser beings might understand them and more as outgrowths of the Warp of questionable sentience: mere amplified, twisted reflections of the emotional spectrum of humanity, forces of natures to be corralled and controlled rather then worshiped and obeyed.
-[X] ascend- The limited potential of the mortal realm holds little interest to you: you wish to ascend further, to rise above the petty limitations of even flesh and metal, to assume a form of divine potency and resilience and revel in its power for all eternity. Whether you achieve this through worship, technology, or some other means is entirely unimportant to you.
[X] Plan: Let the Galaxy Tremble and Gods Laugh
-[X] …left almost as you had found it- with your tools installed as quickly and efficiently as they could be, and your research notes scattered around haphazardly between the rust and the trailing cables. None but you are likely to understand the systems you use to organize yourself and find what you need, and that is the way you like it, and the rust simply adds to the ambience.
-[X] …inhuman- even by the standards of the Dark Mechanicum, with your legs replaced with an arachnid apparatus, most of your inner organs surrounded by a metal carapace. Your voice is a growling, hissing thing thrown from a speaker in your chest, though you only rarely bother with it.
-[X] …part of your cybernetics- beginning with a swirling cloud of Mechatendrils and including a series of Mechadendrite-mounted Las Pistols, all of which you can wield independently and at the speed of thought.
-[X] fanatical- convinced by the preachings of the Prophet Lorgar: the Gods on their own are the true and just rulers of the Universe, and their will is to be brought about at any cost.
-[X] conquer- Nuton's Folly is ruled by overweening idiots, almost completely unable to wield any but the most crude of authority and overapplying that to boot. You could do much better, ruling the planet. You could do much better ruling many planets, actually.
[X] Plan: Classic Cynic
-[X] …pristine and spartan- every surface polished to a mirror sheen, nothing out of its proper place, nothing without its necessary function. Getting that sort of shine on a ship like this is difficult, but you manage it.
-[X] …simple and workmanlike- dominated by brushed steel and hydraulic systems, mimicking the human form through efficiency and simple workmanship. Your voice box is replaced with a simple, variable-volume vox synthesizer, giving your voice the vigor and strength of the blessed machine.
-[X] …part of your cybernetics- beginning with a swirling cloud of Mechatendrils and including a series of Mechadendrite-mounted Las Pistols, all of which you can wield independently and at the speed of thought.
-[X]cynical- keeping to a more transactional view, leaving theology up to the madmen. Whatever else the Gods are, they also grant access to a myriad of gifts and advantages if one is careful and clever.
-[X] Legacy- to create something that will ensure you are remembered, to ensure that your name is whispered in fear and awe at your genius for millenia to come, like that of Arkhan Land, the famous techno-archeologist.
[X] Plam: Simple man of metal and hope
-[X] …pristine and spartan- every surface polished to a mirror sheen, nothing out of its proper place, nothing without its necessary function. Getting that sort of shine on a ship like this is difficult, but you manage it.
-[x]…less visible-in contrast to other members of the Mechanicum, your cybernetics largely invisible beneath your (occasionally admittedly somewhat baggy) robes. Your artificial eyes are hidden behind dark lenses, and your voice is your own, coming from scarred, but intact lips, though it is creaky and dry from long disuse.
-[X] …part of your cybernetics- beginning with a swirling cloud of Mechatendrils and including a series of Mechadendrite-mounted Las Pistols, all of which you can wield independently and at the speed of thought.
-[x] fearful- holding to the interpretation more common amongst the masses of the Eye of Terror: the Gods are powerful beings to be appeased and cajoled, their wrath and eyes avoided wherever such is practical.
-[X] Legacy- to create something that will ensure you are remembered, to ensure that your name is whispered in fear and awe at your genius for millenia to come, like that of Arkhan Land, the famous techno-archeologist.
[X] Plan: Practical Solutions
-[X] …simple and workmanlike- dominated by brushed steel and hydraulic systems, mimicking the human form through efficiency and simple workmanship. Your voice box is replaced with a simple, variable-volume vox synthesizer, giving your voice the vigor and strength of the blessed machine.
-[X] …left almost as you had found it- with your tools installed as quickly and efficiently as they could be, and your research notes scattered around haphazardly between the rust and the trailing cables. None but you are likely to understand the systems you use to organize yourself and find what you need, and that is the way you like it, and the rust simply adds to the ambience.
-[X]...a pair of Inferno Pistols and a Heavy Flamer- allowing you to bathe your foes in a sea of flames at range and obliterate any of them that might make it through them at close range.
-[X] orthodox- holding to the interpretation most common on Nuton's Folly, and widespread within the wider Dark Mechanicum: the Omnissiah and Chaos are one and the same, the Four expressions of the underlying Forces that make up the God of Machines.
-[X] conquer- Nuton's Folly is ruled by overweening idiots, almost completely unable to wield any but the most crude of authority and overapplying that to boot. You could do much better, ruling the planet. You could do much better ruling many planets, actually.
