Don't mind me if I couldn't find the thread for it XD

But I've been trying to find some Fluf between the differences of a normal Assassin and the Moritat Assassin.

Knowing the Blade and the Cult itself are the difference on their own, but is there a visual difference between the two?

And I am not asking about the Sin Skin and Mono blades. I was simply wondering if their was a visual difference beween the two? The way they carry themselves to how they would most likely look, or if they carried anything but their blades with them. I'v been wanting to draw them but can't really get an imagien then just another assassin.. (I don't want that XD I know.. I am picky)

Ethel

The problem with that is that there is no "normal" assassin. Also, assassins aren't exactly known for their corporate identity - having a special outfit by which you can recognize assassins kinda defeats the point.

True. I just find it a pitty that even between the assassins themselves that there isn't much of a difference. Like another assassin standing next to a moritat assassin or in other words a death cult assassin. I can completly understand that fact ICly.

But this is just me wondering because I drew my Moritat just now.

Artists huh? XD

Well,

You could post when its finished and we'll rate it.

Luv ya hun,

S.

Tuesday.. Still need to somehow show the tatts.

i dont think that there is a "normal" assassain as well but you should be able to tell the difference between a morait. I veiw moraits as a feral kind of assassain they bask in the ferocity and beauty of a kill so they would fight with a fierce elegance shedding blood with a slice. their appearance i always veiw as feral a deep rugedness in them or for a females case an exotic beauty. as for apparel assassains are assassains most of them never change the norm of a bodyglove steryotype

Insofar as you can identify an assassin (I imagine many of them make a point of looking ordinary, whatever standard of "ordinary" they happen to come from), I would imagine that you could distinguish them one from another by order/cult. Death cults especially would have obvious identifying features if they weren't incognito, including heradlry, color choice, manner of dress, type of armament, etc. Any assassin's order will have something that unifies it. Thus, really, every assassin PC will probably look pretty unique if they go all "dudded up".

Perhaps an ornate name badge "Hello my name is: DEATH, Assassin of the Moritat Temple"

I see the Moritat as a stealth killer, so stalking through streets or on rooftops quickly moving towards its mark.
So when on a mission they would probably be masked or veiled, wearing skintight black clothing not to get noticed.
When done quickly donning a coverall or other appropriate loose clothing and escape...

Or to the contrairy moritats might be more heavily armored since they prefer h2h combat with the blades - xeno mesh for example. After all you don't need armor if under cover picking off your target at 200m. But in general assassins wouldn't look that much different than other typical 'heavies'.

However if you were looking for moritat 'tells' - double mono blades with perhaps some throwing knives (a la Hans Shadowspawn) and perhaps some gore in the folds of his boots that just won't come out.

But as a related side note regarding armor - is there any penalty, in the RAW, to wearing mesh or heavier armors than a bodyglove? Sure the camo versions are neat but cloaks would work just as well.

Yes, Its in the erratta, something like any armour which provide 5 or 6+ AP's give a certain penalty to concealment and Silent Move

Ah - 7 is the number. So stormtrooper carace is fine but powered armor is right out.

Makes sense, what with the 'Hulking' size and whirring servomotors...

As for the whole bodyglove issue- I was always rather amused by that, as it always struck me that all those oh-so-imposing/deadly/dashing/uber-cool wangsty assassins with their "I am teh 1337" shtick were merely running round in their underwear. Admittedly, said underwear could well be padded, heated, easy to move in and even highly stealthy, but still...

It gets better though- thanks to the IH, you can now buy ultra-stealthy armour-plated underwear. Oh how I tried my hardest not to laugh when my group decided to outfit themselves completely with hardened bodygloves, specifically to act as armoured underwear they could sneak around in...

Well, I think any assassin's order is recognizable if they want it to be, the Moritat in particular, as their swords apparently tend to be marked with their affiliation in some way (though I imagine they use unmarked blades when appropriate). Also, if the death they bring is holy to them, they will likely be ornamented in more detail and with specific prayers strips and seals when they can do so practically. You'd still need some sort of relevant lore to have any idea what you're looking at though.

this might not be entirely helpful to you as this is a personal character, but this is my take on the moritat assassin. I imagine them to more "culturally acceptable" assassins not some mindless killing machine that you would find from other Temples. My take on the assassin is based still on the rigourous indoctrination of the initiates yet the assassins are allowed to retain some of their humanity in a way to allow them to better undertake their missions. So from reading what little fluff there was on the moritat temple i can up with the following.

sorry for the long post

sections taken from a character sheet.

Description:

Sierra294 is a young girl somewhere in her late teens. She is of average height showing a grace and agility far surpassing that of Imperial norm. Her peircing blue eyes showing only a cold emotionless stare. Her raven black hair flowed down her back scattered with vibrant streaks of crimson. Her black bodyglove hugged to her full but slender figure lending her a gracful and agile countance. Strapped across her back was her Temple blade, the metal dulled to a matt finish lest it give away her position. Her waist and thighs were ringed by numerous throwing knives each one a deadly weapon in the hands of the young girl.A primitive crossbow pistol hung from her hip, though not the strongest of weapons available to her it suited her purposes, unlike other weapons this one was perfectly silent. A dark Tattoo of a great Leviathan snaked its way across her right eye and down her shoulder a symbol of the Temple on Reshia.Finally her designation S294 is tattooed on the base of her neck all but hidden by her hair.

Background:

Born on the Shrine World of Reshia, Sierra294 had only ever known the cruel harsh reality of her world. From space the tiny planet of Reshia could be mistaken for a tranquil and peaceful world, its vast forests and oceans spanning half the globe, but the truth was so much more dangerous. This was a Temple world for the Emperor's deadliest assassins, it's population culled to weed out weakness and infirmity.

Each family was but permitted to bare only two gene perfect children to ensure that the population was kept stable and that genetic defects were kept to a minimum. From the moment of conception these children lived or died by the will of the Temple, the parents would be monitored to ensure that the unborn children came to term without incident.Once born the child would undergo various intrusive tests to ensure that they matched the perfect gene specimen. Any defects, mutations or abnormalities were terminated immediately and without prejudice. The first born child would - if found to be a perfect specimen - be taken into the Temple for Indoctrination and training.On the rare occation that twins were born on Reshia they would both be taken and trained together as a deadly fighting pair.It was a harsh reality, one that many parents found hard to accept. It had been known that some families had attempted to hide their children from the Temple, unable to accept the fact that they must give up their own flesh and blood. In these cases when the child was found it would be taken anyway, and once fully trained sent back to exterminate its own family for dishonouring the Temple.This was a last test given to the child to sever all emotional ties they may still have harboured for their families.Upon completion of their training they would be sent off world to the various hidden outposts to await further orders. This often meant that once they left Reshia they never returned.

Sierra294 had had a name at one point and a family, all but forgotten now. She was five when the Temple agents found her and her family hiding in a cave in the northern range. She remembers her mother screaming as she was torn away from them, she remembers biting and clawing at her captor in the hopes that they would free her. Then nothing, just the empty void where her heart and soul used to be. Indoctrination had replaced her memories now making her the sum of countless hours of rigorous training sculpting her into a deadly weapon to be used against the God-Emperor's enemies.

RP Sample:

Every day for the last fourteen years her life had been the same. She would wake up each day to the song of the chrono alarm, each morning taking a simple breakfast before heading down to the training ring. Here she would go through the routines with each of the bladed weapons of her trade.

On the way down to the training ring she walked with her roommate Delta588, a girl who she had known since she had joined the Temple. Unlike other temples the acolytes were encouraged to form bonds of friendship within the boundaries of their teachings; this would prepare them socially for those missions where they would be forced to stalk their prey over many months or even years if need be. Integrating themselves into the local populace until the ideal opportunity to strike came about.

They laughed and joked as they made their way along the main concourse. Something caused her to stop dead in her tracks, causing Delta to pirouette around her as not to collide with one another. Leaning over the balcony she watched as the Aquila class shuttle landed awkwardly in the courtyard below. Normally utilised as a meeting point for visiting dignitaries and nobles from all over the sector, it was not intended to house a craft so large. Once the dust storm from the engines settled the rear ramp descended to the ground with the scream of tortured metal.

From this vantage point she could see Brother Iliad and Temple Guardian Ekanos clad in their full dress uniform at the foot of the ramp waiting to greet whatever guest saw fit to come asking favours of the Temple. Her hearing and vision were second to none however the distance was still much too great to hear what was being said. Delta rested her arms on the balcony rail and stared out over the courtyard.

" Probably some stuffed up noble wanting to hire us for some pathetic excuse of a bounty, if that is the case you had best hope we do not get picked.”

Paying no attention to her friend beside her, she watched as a lone figure emerged from the shadow of the shuttle. She narrowed her eyes to blot out the light blinding her to her quarry. At this distance many of the details were lost to her, what she could see was that this was no noble seeking a quick fix to his troubles. Judging from the way this man held himself she could tell that he was a man of action. His eyes wandered over every aspect of the temple finally coming to a rest on the young girl staring back at him on the balcony. She kept eye contact never blinking until the man finally broke the lock and introduced himself to the Temple Dignitaries. She watched as the imposing man walked off into the shelter of the temple, Iliad and Ekanos following in his wake. Feeling a tug at her arm she spun around annoyed at the interruption,

“Come on Sierra if we are late for training it will be the lash for us again"

Taking one last glance at the shuttle below she allowed herself to be pulled along by her friend. They barely reached the training grounds in time; everyone already waiting in pairs around the room.

“Thank you for finally joining us girls, as you were both the last ones to arrive you shall be the first to show our guest just what makes us the most deadly weapons in the entire the galaxy. Now choose your weapon of preference and show us all that you’re training has not been wasted. “

The weapon racks were rich with blades from all over the galaxy, and not all of them of Imperial origin. She paced in front of the rack uncertain which weapon she would use, if she knew Delta she was going to select a blade with a short reach but with perfect balance in an attempt to out manoeuvre her. She finally laid eyes on a slender blade of alien origin; the blade was back heavy causing the wielder to compensate on the move. Turning her back on the weapon rack she happened to catch a glimpse at the figure standing opposite the training ring. He watched her as she made her way to the centre of the ring, never taking his eyes off her.

The girls paired off in the centre of the ring posed like living statues, the perfect images of deadly balance and grace. They fell into their routines with swift precision; honed from years of practice they matched each other without fault. Over the shoulder of her opponent she could see the guest losing interest in the fight, her momentary distraction almost costing her dearly as Delta made a lunge to her midriff. Rolling into her instead of away as her training would have dictated she caught her opponent unaware. Thrusting herself up onto her hands she delivered a spring board kick to the bridge of Deltas nose, knocking the girl to the ground unconscious.

“Cease! Sierra294 take Delta588 to the medicae you will remain there until I summon you”

Visibly angry at the thought of being punished for taking the advantage in a fight she made her way out of the training ring following the gurney holding Delta.

The day wore on as Sierra paced the Medicae unit waiting to hear from Brother Iliad. The summons never arrived however; in his place stood the passenger from the shuttle.

“You fight well for one so young, what is your name?”

Staring at the stranger intently she replied,

“We are not permitted to have names until we pass our training and take our first kill, instead we are given designations. I am known as S294.”

The man chuckled to himself and he smiled at the young girl before him,

“Well Sierra I am Lord Inquisitor Vownus Kaede of the Ordo Hereticus, and I am here looking for the final member of my entourage. I did not believe that there was one amongst this temple with the attributes I so seek, so you can imagine my surprise on finding you”.

If this man thought he would impress her with lofty airs and titles he would be sorely disappointed, with total disrespect to his office she retorted,

“Please suspend with the flattery I have no use for idle sentiments, if I am needed to perform the Emperors duty then so be it. When do we leave?”

Taken aback by the young girls manner Inquisitor Vownus just smiled and gestured towards the door,

“Whenever you are ready my dear girl.”

Well I think there are lots of assassins and lots types of assassins.

After all there are loads of Non-Officio assassins who just wear whatever they want (and since bodygloves are convenient they tend to use just that but its no rule.

As for Officio Asassinorum well:

Eversor assassin (you cant be one of those): Bio-engineered, tech-engineered, bat-**** INSANE and on enough combat drugs to kill 5 mammoths. Equiped with horribly dangerous weapons so that they dont care if the target is inside a tank.

Those guys dont look anything like your generic assassin. They do, however, wear bodygloves but they modified body under it makes any confusion with a moriat impossible.

Callidus: They probably wear whatever the ennemy's minions are wearing. They probably wear bodygloves under that.

Vindicaire: I guess they do wear bodygloves. But they have stealth suits too. And you dont see them, you never do. and even if you did, they guy is miles away when he kills you.

Culexus: They do wear bodygloves. But they Also wear strange technological devices on their heads (the animus speculum) which makes them pretty hard to mistake with anything else.


And so on.
So every assassin type does look different, if the target knows anything about assassins. Of course they might all be wearing the same kind of outfit but its pretty hard to mistake them once you know them.

So you got that guy, he's wearing a bodyglove, he aint a deformed monstruosity, he doesn't have an anima speculum, I can see him and he aint miles away, he's not one of my trusted servants who turned out to be an assassin, and he's running straight at me with gracious movements and a sword in each hand. Well chances are he is a moriat, and I'm dead meat.