2. Aifric doesnt really smile that often, but when he does, it tends to be so akward t gives everyone nearbye deadly levels of second-hand embaressment.
4. Aifric used to be the Big Man on Base as far as combat goes before his exile. But now hes in the vortex, rubbing shoulders with Astartes and Mutants, so hes started to get really insecure about his combat abilities.
6.He doesn’t. More specifically, he just lets his emotions ball up inside him, desperate to keep up his facade as an emotionless mercenary. He isnt very good at it.
7. Armor and fatigues or formal wear. Since the Screaming Vortex is a tad short on microfiber dress suits, Aifric’s been tooling around in his combat gear for the last few years.
20. Reading it blank faced, then tossing it into the furnace.
1, 12, 13, and 19 for William Mahoney because I dig his robo-eye
>8D *Claps hands together* William “Dozer” Mahoney, Tyrant Siege Terminator
1. Their voice:William is fortunately one of the others I can easily point to an actor from a specific scene and say “THAT ONE.” William is just THE KURGAN in that scene. ESPECIALLY the sexual harassment of nuns, but with at least 20 different cusses laced throughout. He has always been crass, id-ish and while the hypnotherapy and indoctrination worked sort of, it didn’t surpress everything. He still prefers low gothic to high, but tends to sneak in low gothic curses because HE JUST CAN’T STOP. Its FUN he thinks its FUNNY that NOBODY (*elbow nudges PG13 books and general stick up ass attitude of astartes*) SEEMS TO DO IT because in the slums of the Mordian hives where he was born he was all FUCK SHIT PISS DAMNIT by 8!as long as he was out of ear shot of his mom please do not tell her he called someone shit licker he will absolutely be grounded at that stage in his life
12. Their romantic life:He might have had one bad experience, but he’d had plenty of good ones too. Mostly serfs that were equally as bored and wanted to see if an Astartes could… you know. HE WAS HAPPY TO OBLIGE. But do YOU KNOW how HARD IT IS to get a BOOTY CALL on MEDRENGARD?Because Mahoney does. Mahoney really does. His longest dry spell was probably 8000 years or so and a metal hand does not an acceptable substitute make. He has since referred to his voluntary swap of righty a “CATASTROPHIC LACK OF FUCKIN’ FORESIGHT.” But despite his behavior and Mannerism could not bring himself to take one of the legion’s ‘flesh’ up to his quarters against her will. Seemed like a step too far and WHAT WAS THE POINT if she wasn’t going to enjoy it too. But he did get out long enough to meet somebody once.And by “meet” I mean he sort of did clonk a techpriestess over the head and drag her back home. He didn’t really realize the adept was a lady at the time, he just needed someone competent he could order around his workshop and bark at. She’d already replaced much of her face, voice and her breasts so he didn’t catch on for a while. By then they’d already started becoming friends, once she got over the LOUD and SHOUTING ALL THE TIME thing. But when he did he immediately started hitting on her the only way he knew how, extremely forward and clumsily. Desperate? Yes, but he’d also never worked with women before, not that he really had the chance during the Heresy. It made him patronizing. The they are inferior and therefor need protecting sort, because he did still like them on an incredibly shallow level. He didn’t really expect them to be smart because he was the smartest person he knew, he didn’t expect them to be tough because he was the toughest he knew, so on. The humans of the IVth legion had this bad habit of dying really quickly, so Dozer never really had the opportunity to connect with any. BUT HE DID NOW and she was brilliant. Aside from the whole…pet the machine, talk to the machine, the machine wants to smell nice today shit he never let her live that down, but she was easily on par with his peers (on par WITH HIM though he’d never admit it,) and displayed an openness to learn tech the Imperium had lost. She was reluctant but eventually offered the same. He let her do things the Mechanicum never would. He let her develop. He let her experiment. They started to bond, and she helped him maintain his arsenal of digital weapons and the Augments of his Cataphractii pattern armor. He tells her things he’s never told anyone, she listens to him. He says “[He] wanted to be an obliterator. [he] thought it was what [he] was meant for.” She tells him “[she’s] glad he isn’t.” And suddenly he doesn’t feel so incomplete. What’s happening this is incredible. Physically, it was incredibly one sided. She didn’t have those parts anymore, but he didn’t care. Anything she could offer was enough for him. He returned anything she gave tenfold in saucy bits of code or incredibly precise electrical surges. It wasn’t conventional, but it was great and he loved it. … He used the L word what the fuck was happening. It was a standard day, preparing for a campaign. She’s hooking him in to his ancient suit, she has him rev his chain fist to check his new arm, he’s spewing pyrotheum smoke out his exhaust and raring to go. He looks at her, “I’ll be back soon.” She smiles with what she has left, “I know.” Oh fuck, he realizes, I can’t live without her. She’s the most incredible person ever… just like me. This…as with all things, doesn’t end well. In the ‘modern day’ of my story (some 2000~ years later,) William is EXTREMELY open casual advances, but can’t seem to form that kind of emotional attachment to someone else. He’d like to move on. He’s sure she’d want him to move on. But he’s still an Iron Warrior, and their stubbornness is in their genes.
13. Their embarrassing memory from years ago:
Dozer, unlike Thanos or his pick-n-mix brothers in the warband will openly tell you about his past stupid shit. Though if you laugh at the wrong point in the story he’ll give you a hell of a glare. His favourite go to, because it irks other marines, is that when he was 10 years old, his uncle had bought him time with a hooker. Its impossible to get into the WHY without explaining the mysterious circumstances about William’s birth. On Mordian, even back then, there were the aristocratic elite that lived up near the top. More money than they knew what to do with. One such piece of shit, his father, decided that he wanted some insurance for later in life in the form of organ donors. Cloning was still a big no-no, but sperm donation? To willing surrogates? For a price? That sounded just legal enough. He didn’t mention of course, that he would be taking the children immediately to prevent little gang-bangers from knocking on his door and demanding money. That he would basically be locking the children in some basement and let them grow up in tubes because they were not people not really. Dozer’s mom was a ganger. She was top motherfuckin’ dog of a pretty substantial section of lower hive. She took care of her people, she made sure they had a wage, even if the business was dirty. But because she wasn’t hording, she needed the cash and she wanted kid and she sure as hell didn’t want to tie down. She fully expected if she let anyone get that close to her they’d start getting ideas about who was in charge, and ruin the good thing she had going, so she bit the hook. She had the kid, and accepted the pay. She was going to do right by him. When the noble’s goons came to collect, she really wanted to just blow their heads off but kept her cool, and asked for more time. She was given a week to think about it… that they never actually gave her. The noble tried to have Dozer stolen. Now she absolutely was going to blow their heads off. She fought them tooth and fucking nail. She kept them out of her fucking territory, her entire gang backed her up, she kept this all a secret from her baby and she started raising her boy. …Who appeared to be some kind of mutant because he was 5 foot something tall by 8 years old. And SMART TOO. Especially with machines. The more tech savy of her gang saw some of the pictures he’d drawn and they were fucking schematics. (Slight implication that perhaps the genes were not the noble’s to offer, is all this is, Meheheh.) She didn’t think anything of it. She was so damn proud of her mutant Billy that she strong-armed her brother to give him a job in his Decommission business. It was, essentially, a glorified chop shop…. and also a front for the uncle’s weapon smuggling to other gangs that dozer’s mom didn’t know about. The goal of businesses like that was to receive a contract with the Imperium to decommission war vehicles, or parts of them that could be recovered, to be recycled. Because of Dozer’s aptitude for machines (and a particularly messy campaign somewhere in the sector,)that small business managed to snag such a thing. A contract to decommission a Tank. It would actually be more money than his small time weapon running.He was the “cool uncle”, of course, that let Dozer cuss and try amnsec and drink coffee and eat chocolate and stay up late to watch dirty movies, and when Dozer got them that contract… Dozer was gifted with a few hours of real life boobs for his 10th birthday. He was almost 6 feet tall by then, complete with cracking voice and acne with adult muscle structure. He thought he was plenty mature until that day. It was a complete disaster. He was NERVOUS. He didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do. His hands were shaking. He might have cried like a bitch afterward. It was the single most awkward moment of his life and it makes him LAUGH now.
19. Their reaction to betrayal:Its actually really convenient you picked this one, because the example ties in nicely to what I just had to explain.
Dozer’s uncle might have been the ‘Cool Uncle’ but he was a greedy piece of shit. He let Dozer do all those things because they’re things he would have wanted to do, not out of any real interest in Dozer’s wants. Dozer thought they were friends, he was incredibly wrong. His uncle was just happy to be making money. He absolutely kept running weapons under the counter and even pieces of the damaged tank. He even went so far as to sell out Dozer to the noble that technically ‘owned’ him. That was the last mistake he’d make.The noble had contacts, those contacts connected with gangs in surrounding territories. Offered a bounty for each head of the target gang they could provide (Chump change to the noble, of course) and a huge sum for the boy. Alive. Unharmed. The hive block didn’t do so well, really. It erupted into an outright war. It was absolutely brutal. Nobody was treated as a civilian and the LAW was content to let them sort themselves out. Mordian’s population problem would be eased if only for a while. He never found out what happened to his mom, (But it is more likely she went into hiding to try and take the heat off her boy than outright bit the dust. By the time she would have been able to contact him, he would be in hiding, or off world by then.)It was the same year as the awkward, so Dozer managed two firsts that year. He got lucky and he killed a man. He stared his uncle in the eyes as he crushed his throat. After he stopped rattling he kept squeezing anyway. When squeezing hurt his fingers he started punching. He didn’t stop until he didn’t have the strength to keep going. Out of the two new experiences, he preferred killing. And he really liked it actually. It felt ..Powerful. Good. Meat and blood looked good when he was the one causing it.This is when we get into the real meat of his revenge. For the next four years Dozer gathered up what was left of those loyal to his mom in secret. He told them he had a plan. He relocated the tank. He modified the tank into an artillery launcher. He built himself an exo-suit. He abused his uncle’s network for bullets, guns, armor. He launched a fucking 50 man raid on a hive spire, using the tank–backyard-basilisk to blow open the way. His not quite power armor protected him, got him to where he needed to go. He fucked shit up. He didn’t have an escape plan. He didn’t want to escape. He wanted to be gunned the fuck down so he didn’t have to live with any of this shit anymore. Instead, he ended up arrested and interned on a prison ship… For breaching the terms in his contract. Three years later, he would be recruited from that vessel to the Iron Warriors. … Which is actually the thing I’m writing right now.
His name is Resh (/reʃ/) and he looks roughly like this.
Not a super unique design at this point, partly because he’s 90% cloak. :’) Also that gun is 100% bullshit. I should probably look up what lascarbines actually canonically look like later.
Details under the readmore heyo
Age: ~425 years old
Gender: Probably originally male. Maybe. Possibly. At this point he’s fairly ambivalent to social gender and no longer perceptibly sexually differentiated. He tends to get he/they/it by default due to lack of feminine signifiers and general inhumanity.
He's very paranoid and anxious. He jumps to conclusions about the motivations of others and is slow to trust. Because he is hyper-vigilant for threats at all times, he is easily startled by sudden movements or sounds.
He isn’t usually worried about social consequences like being mocked or looking foolish, he just thinks people want to murder him. He’s less nervous and shy and more suspicious and hostile.
Due to a mixture of natural abilities and cerebral augmentation, he has an excellent memory. If you ever want to recall some trivial garbage that happened six months ago, he’s your guy.
Coincidentally, he can also nurse a grudge forever.
Backstory:He used to be a (relatively) privileged and respected member of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Before he got caught studying xeno tech and trying to make ai, he was working as a high-ranking Artisan overseeing production of war vehicles. The scandal went down around ~75 years ago. He’s currently hiding out on a distant hive world. Most likely no one is actively looking for him, but he’s not taking any chances.
He still believes in the Machine God, but his interpretation is clearly not acceptable by the standards of the Mechanicus orthodoxy. He highly values progress and creativity and considers the narrow anti-innovation perspective of the Cult Mechanicus to be a weakness.
He rejects all interpretation of the Emperor as the Omnissiah, and generally considers the Imperium to be an, um, Imperialist force that has destroyed the integrity of Mechanicus practice and culture. He is very into the history of the original ‘Dark Mechanicus' and views them with a much rosier lens than they probably deserve. :’)
He has no special devotion to the chaos gods, but he sees nothing as off limits in the pursuit of knowledge (and he definitely thinks Tzeentch is the most interesting and aligned with the will of the Machine God).
(Also, for the record: this campaign is incredibly goofy in terms of politics. We’ve basically set it up so the chaos cult the party belongs to is a very obvious parody of a trotskyist organization. They aren’t reeeeally Marxists in principle because it wouldn’t totally make sense, but they’re definitely Blanquist Leftist Terrorists)
Mhmm... Depends how you define “involved”. If you mean “produced content for”, I guess Disney? I drew a lot in collège (junior high) and I even wrote novelisations for The Lion King and the Hunchback of Notre-Dame because I wasn’t satisfied with the ones I found in libraries. And I wrote a Titanic self-insert in high school before I was even aware it was a thing (I had a crush on Fabrizio :3). But the first time I went online to read fanfiction for and chat with authors about was Starsky and Hutch, in the summer of 2000. Which was incidental in my choosing to major in English-speaking culture and language instead of French literature like planned :o)
3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?
Hogan’s Heroes, hands down. I lurk now more than participate actively, but they’ll always be special.
23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of and explain why you like it.
I assume you mean written and published :3 I’ll go with what I wrote for the Mothers of the Caribbean project back in 2009. The goal was to choose a character and write something about their mothers, who are never even named in canon. I chose Capitaine Chevalle, the Frenchman we see in AWE, and Augustine Marie de la Tour du Pin, née Augustina Maria Pierlunghi, is probably one of my favourite creations. Read it here if you want.
31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?
I’m lucky enough to have had a few comments over the years that made me bit my lip and grin like an idiot for days. When someone tells me I made them cry, though, I’m always overwhelmed (and almost disbelieving) because I find drama very tough to write - so I’m very moved when somebody tell me I did it right.
50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?
Oh dear, I kinda answered that with n.3, didn’t I? :-/ Well, when I wrote that self-insert (it was probably a little ridiculous on hindsight, but at the time it meant a lot to me - too bad I can’t find it, I probably lost the binder in one too many moves) I didn’t know there was such a thing as fanfiction - didn’t even know the term. It’s only in the summer after graduating high school, when we got internet on the home computer, that one night I happened on someone’s Geocities Starsky and Hutch fanfic page and started reading. Now, my English wasn’t that good at the time, so I kept an English-French/French-English dictionary at hand (that was before wordreference.com and Wikipedia) and reading and writing to the author improved my English and made me realise that was what I wanted to study. Then that autumn I discovered Harry Potter, first in French then in English, and fanfiction.net, and there you go :o)
