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[Twi]

((Damn, this thing is moving fast.))

[Phantom]

((That's the last one from me. One Guardsman, a Baneblade and a Terminator Squad from Luke equals enough for me.))
The Guardsman coldy orders the Baneblade to fire upon Twi. He is torn asunder by the sheer amount of Lascannon fire combined with Heavy Bolter fire.

[Twi]

Twi facepalms and becomes a ghost.
"I hate you people."

[dwarfguy2]

"Have you reached a decision, hivething?"

[The Merchant Of Menace]

Rs'es Twi back to life, for teh lulz.

[Twi]

Twi is now a human.
"Much better."

[Phantom]

"Not my fault, Xeno. Orders dictate me shoot anything that looks like that. I'll let the mutants live though. At least, until I receive formal orders to leave that is."
See's Twi resurrected. Thankfully, not as a Xeno.
"That's better."

[Tellemurius]

*rips mutant's leg off*
*begins whacking the poor giant creature in the head with its own leg*

[Something Evil]

*Twi appears in the spawning pool again, armored and armed as previous.*

"Hisss mind isss hisss own. He is still a "Dwarf". Consssider the garb assss a token of good will."

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Char file; What I'm RP'ing and what it does (as to advoid accusations of ass-pulls and nasty surprises by playing with the cards on the  table):

Species: Tyrannid
Strain: Winged Hive Tyrant.
Characteristics: 5.6m tall at full height (though it slouches to just over 4m), about 2 meters wide, wings folded. Really, really old, and  has learned the intricacies of social relationships and a good deal of psychology by observing the population of future target-worlds with  spies, and by munching on the occasional brain. Terrifyingly bright for a bug, with an intrinsic knowledge of physics (and, derivately, chemistry and biology) and strategy. Considers getting wounded/killed as an annoyance, needing only time to grow a new body or glue back a limb. Obnoxious, inquisitive and cautious, with occasional hints of sadism.

Abilities:
Monstrous Creature == Kiss armor-based damage mitigation goodbye, and don't expect to parry. Roll, dodge and generally move out of the way.
Main Synapse creature == The embodiment of the only thinking mind in the force; every other critter is run by remote-control, larger bugs acting like relay stations. Also means it's a powerful telepath/empath, with meager telekinesis.
Weapons: Lashwhip (enemies fumble in mele, Tyrant gets to swing first) & Bonesword plus a Stranglethorn Cannon (long ranged living gun with large AoE blast; binds targets in place with spiky tendrils, and can also do a lot of hurt)
Bio-Morphs: Acid Blood (take a guess) and Adrenal Glands (you get a 3.5 ton monster made of muscle, blade and armor charging at you at  60mph)
Powers (spell-like, single target): Leech Essence (you hurt a bit, I heal a bit) and Paroxysm (you miss; a lot.), plus Hive Commander (expect bugs; from  everywhere).

Notes: Beware of other 'nid strains (as in look'em up on the Interwebz and see how fun having 3-4 Lictors and packs of genestealers sneaking around the place can be). If my char'll have to fight someone, though I hope not, it'll do it one-on-one (playing as a towering nightmare made flesh is a bit much on its own), so please, don't perform ass-pulls like "AoE time freeze + popping a magicaly null zone" or "i sumon 9999999999 iron goelms and atack", or even "I push my I.W.I.N. Button, and start casting FoF.", unless you want to have the ground and walls open up and be drownded by thousands upon thousands of little flesh-eating maggot-things, slowly nibbling you to death (I can also provide very graphic depictions on popular demand. Also, OP/topic moderator (That's you, Merchant) is obviously exempt. Locking PCs in Obsidian is the closest thing you have to a banhammer.). 'Nids dig; fast. They also multiply fast enough to make cockroaches look like prudes.


TL;DR: HFS meets the Zerg and graduates Magma cum Laudae from the Sauron Institute for the Criminally Vicious. Combat monster. Can get info (genetics and  memory) by omnomnoming things, and has been a humanitarian for long enough to know what makes most people tick. Delights in being a prick.

[Tellemurius]

*crushes the mutant's skull sending bone shards into his brain kill him instantly*
"RAWRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR"
((lame victory cry))

[Phantom]

"FOR THE EMPEROR!"
The Guardsman fires at the Flyrant.
Frankly, the fact that he is a Blank slows the battle down for a bit.

[Twi]

"My 'girlfriend' is going to kill you, you know...actually, she's going to do much, much worse things to you, I suspect." Twi is suddenly confused, and throws the armor off before he gets shot. Not that he needed to.
As if to prove his point, the Baneblade is promptly webbed into submission and exploded. Thera turns to the Guard and says, "You're next."

[dwarfguy2]

"YOU IDIOTS! WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING IT? WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE IT JOIN US! Honestly, I expect better from you fools!"

[Phantom]

"Bring it, mutant!"
He responds with a pulse rifle burst and cursing, courtesy of Imperium Grade Anger. Ghost watches with horror as the battle is slowly turning into a free for all.

"YOU IDIOTS! WHY ARE YOU ATTACKING IT? WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE IT JOIN US! Honestly, I expect better from you fools!"

"That thing would kill you all or absorb you into the damn Hive!"

[dwarfguy2]

"He was considering my offer until you morons started BLASTING THE SHIT OUT OF IT! Honestly, if Militia was his true self I'm sure I'd be using undead dragons on the lot of you by now."