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Scents of the muses

//Yes, got inspired by @bloodymagpie c:

The Artist: Paints, mineral spirits, herbs, spices and excotic oils. 

Munin: Expensive oils and soap and a hint of ink.

Heldrin: Antiseptic smell from the medical bay, recaf and warm wool.

Old Smog: Coal, iron, spices and a hint of cat.

Krause: Mud, sweat, smoke and other whatnot you can smell in a trench.

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OCs up and ready for RP!

Thought to spring forth some more OC’s, along the mostly main OC the Artist and do some small introduction to them. If anyone seem intrested in any rp, do send a meme or a ask (when I do post them) or just contact me and we can have a chat! I usually do rp in the 40k (not having any characters that would suit in 30k. Maybe Old Smog, but that is it.)

Munin. (Title the Musician.)

Munin was born and raised among heretics and renegades, never knew the life of how to live within the Imperium. She used to serve a warband of Emperor’s Children, the same warband she grew up among and whose leader is a close friend to her mother, a Q’salan witch that is named Gisi the Mad Archivist. She has also a twin brother named Hugin that was born with all the psyker powers they mother has, all the while Munin had none. She therefore had to rely on wits and her sharp tongue instead.

She currently is serving a large Night Lord warband, after she had a meeting with their leader Varra the Laughing One for a trade. They had become lovers quite quickly after their first meeting and when it was time for Munin to return back Varra convinced her to stay. So, seeing an opportunity striking out on her own she did, taking the job of being the warband’s infiltrator. She goes in under cover in the place they seek to raid, sabotaging the security and opening it up for the warband to strike it.

Munin is talkative, quite friendly at first meeting, but she us very vindictive if crossed and rarely forgets about it. Many think she’s very ballsy for being just a normal human, but she had to be among heretic astartes to not get stepped on. 

Small fun fact: Has the cub of some kind of Death World predator as a pet named Atrox.

Chief Medical Officer Heldrin Goettner. (Formerly Lejonhufvud.)

Heldrin is the CMO of the heavy infantry 101th Navelkopings Black Shields, born on the feudal world of Pragg and spent most of her life within the Astra Militarum. She’s a stubborn woman who is both strong in mind and body and very protective over her chargers. Earning herself the nickname of Mama Bear. Even she was born on a feudal world she’s proud over education within the medical field. As the third born child of her house she is not expecting any wealth and never really expected to return home to her home world.

She met her husband Cilas Goettner when both regiments were deployed on a world to combat Orks and as both were the chief medical officers it was given they would cooperate a lot. They started to talk and bond during that time, an obvious attraction blooming over time. After some time Cilas did ask for her hand in marriage and accepted the proposal, dropping her family name for his. She’s the more social one in their marriage and she prefers working with her hands than working with paperwork, something Cilas usually does both for them.

Captain Krause. (93-GU-2354-LA3)

Krause is like any ordinary Death Rider, loyal to a fault, fearless and skilled in combat. She usually never removes her gasmask or helmet among other people when she does she has a very deadpan expression. Seemingly nothing can make her expression change, unless if enraged. She’s quite tall and well built, showing she had proper training and access to nutrition. Even she looks more haggard, she’s not old at all around 23 years old.  

What is unusual with her that do make her different from other Death Korps of Krieg is that she does know how to read a bit and love for tea. She always drinks it when finding the chance for it, going over battle plans or sitting in a meeting with someone. Krause was taught to read and drink tea when she was recruited for a short time by the Inquisition and the medic who also was the psyker taught her by Krause’s request and decided to introduce her to the concept of tea. (As the psyker thought Krause needed to relax more.) As the psyker was the only one who tried to make sense how other humans worked Krause did listen to her most of the time. Even adopting the nickname ‘Krause’ to make the others more at ease with her. If asked why she’s no longer serving the Inquisition and whatever happened to her psyker friend she usually only stare at you for a long time before returning to work, never answering.

She’s with the 168th regiment, as the captain of the Death Rider squadron. She’s very attached to her steed, a large beast of a horse with charcoal skin and temper as a raging storm. Even he has his serial number Krause do call him Ultimus.

Saraf “Old Smog” Dawhn. (Salamander Terminator.)

Saraf is like any typical salamander, very easy going and calm. He had a long service, using his terminator armor and favoring a power hammer and shield. He even during some time had service in the Deathwatch and met a Blood Raven named Brel there and formed a friendship that lasted even after Saraf left the Deathwatch. When not out on mission he usually is at his home world of Nocturne, hammering away at his forge.  

He has a furless cat named Amina, who was born in a vat and gifted to him when a mere kitten by an old friend of his. She’s very much Saraf’s pride and joy, always around him whenever she can, unless she’s out hunting for rats.

The Artist. (Daemon Prince of Slaanesh.)

The Artist is an abomination to say at least. Chatty to a fault and seem to be too curious for his own good sometimes. He loves playing with mortals like they would be mere playthings. He thrives on misery. His greatest strength and weakness is his love for art, it be paintings, clay sculpture, etc. It has happened he selects individuals that he stalks and prods, tormenting them or ‘playing’ with them as he calls it. What seems to reside within that twisted mind of a lapdog of Slaanesh, no body can really know.

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OCs during beach day

The Artist - Just being the unruly kid that bothers people for shits and giggles.

Old Smog - BBQ dad, has the best spices for the meat.

Heldrin - Probably have to be the beach mom that takes care of people getting themselves cut on something. Always have a medic pack nearby. Otherwises chills with her hubby.

Krause - NOPE. Have too much to do and burns so easy.

Munin - Only at the beach at night with Varra ( @askfirstcaptainsevatar​‘s OC ) due both sensitive to the light. She gets pulled into the water even freaking out and clinging to Varra’s shoulders. Because Varra is a major ass. Freaking out because NEVER SEEN THE SEA BEFORE IT IS WAY TOO DEEP AAAAA

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@ferrum-defectus

Heldrin Goettner, one of the Head Medical Officers of the combined regiments of 101th Navlekopings Black Shields and the 23rd Grachenau Heavy Infantry sat in silence in the temporary office tent she resided. Sitting at her desk, filled to the brim with paperwork, a large mug half filled with recaf along with a canteen still somewhat filled with it. The scratching of her pen was the only sound along with the low hum of her recording servoskull hovering all around her. The feudal world born woman was deep in her paperwork, that she had for many hours in a recaf fueled haze. She only stopped her writing when she suddenly noticed that the low hum of her servoskull have become silent and seeing her torch had become obscured. By something very large that cast a shadow of the already hugely built woman. She looked up, her feudal world inspired guardsman armor has soft clanging sound as she sat up and straighten her back when she saw what was before her. A hulking space marine, one of the Emperor’s Angels of Death, stood before her. From the heavy augmentations she could only guess it was one of those called techmarines, just having her servoskull in his hand and observing it. Heldrin did wonder how in the world he managed to walk into her tent without her noticing, by just the mere size and probable weight that would make her look like a skinny mewling next to him. Which was unusual for her as she usually towered over most people, only a handful she knew that would even challenge her size, her husband included.

She shot a quick look towards her mug with recaf, writing down a mental note to cut back on it if it is dulling her senses before returning her look at the stranger. She put down her pen and interlocked her hands, resting them on the pile of paperwork before her.

“Is there anything I can assist you with, sire?” Her voice clear and a bit rougher than usual females, probably by her size. Her r’s rolling by a hint of dialect she possessed from her home world, but otherwise it was a very clear standard of low Gothic.

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👎 which muse secretly (or not so secretly) loves terrible movies

munday meme // multimuse edition 

//When thinking of what muses do have access to a holovid at all would be the Artist, Heldrin and Smog. The Artist would get too bored with terrible movies and Smog would just simply not understand to enjoy the terrible movie. Heldrin does enjoy terrible movies whenever she gets the chance, just be comfortable in the bunk with her husband and shit all over a terrible movie is a good break from work in her book.

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📷 Favorite picture/screencap of your muse? (ANY OF THEM LOL)

Mun talks about the Muse

//Well, why have serious pictures when I don’t have to. Only Heldrin has a very serious favorite picture. Warning, some are gifs.

The Artist. 

Saraf “Old Smog”

Munin (with the special guest Varra the Laughing One.)

Krause

Heldrin

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”Don’t take this the wrong way, lord commissar. But it does color me surprised seeing you here, as I have served within my regiment for many years and we have never require the presence of a commissar.”

One of the two medical officer of the combined regiments of the 101th Navlekopings Black Shields and 23rd Grachenau Heavy Infantry sat before him behind a desk. Said desk was filled to the brim with paperwork, medical journals and reports, a inkwell with a feather pen, a recording servo-skull and a carved wooden statue of a bear in a stylish shape. Behind her hung the banner if the Grachenau lion and the sharp arch of the Navlekopings. Next to her was a similar desk with equal amount of paperwork, having the stink of old lho sticks from a ashtray, intermixed with the sterile medical smell in the air of this medicae office. The woman was of middle age, wearing a black uniform of black thick fabric and yellow trimmings in a feudal world style, a sewn in shield with a serpent wrapped around a chalice, her badge of her position within her regiment. She was wearing some hat he would have noticed others of the medical bay wore too, but only hers had badges of the aquila and the imperial skull on it. Her brown hair braided and lied on her right side of the front and she had slight tanned fair skin. She picked up two cups and putting one for the commissar.

”So you must understand why I am quite curious over your presence here. Recaf?” Her voice was clear and strong, showing a hint of a dialect by her rolling r’s, raising a container with recaf.

@i-am-the-lord-commissar

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📦- Desk (any oc)

OC’s living space

The Artist –His desk is more of a work bench, stained with paint, ink and other fluids thatshould not be spoken about. There are piles of half made paintings and drawings.Jars with pencils, pens, coal and brushes. So more of less his desc looks a lotalike an ordinary creative person’s workbench. Creative chaos through andthrough.

Heldrin –Her desk is opposite of her husband’s, as they share workspace just as theyshare bunkbed. Paperwork for the administarum, medical journals and books of specializedmedicine. There is a goose pen and an inkwell and a wood carving of a bear indark wood. A gift she got from an old squad mate. Based on her nickname as MamaBear. There is also a pretty good-sized mug for recaf also.

Munin – Hasa desk where she usually keeps her records and music she has written down forlater. The desk made from dark wood and finely carved with clawed paws supportingthe legs. At her inkwell with feather pen lies a blue crystal, with specks ofgold and silver within it. Two journals are also on said desk, one her ownpersonal journal written in her mother’s old tongue and the other is practicingnostraman runes, butchered by her unused hand.