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9,200 | 256 | 0 | 2,382 | 317 | It was night time when the bus finally stopped. Kids and teens of all ages were on the bus, heading to what they assumed was their death. It was strange, because there were no military people. It was assumed that they found the queers and allies "too disgusting". It was like they might be infected.
Most, if not all of them, would be surprised when they pulled up to what was like a summer camp.
The doors opened at the front, and a woman climbed onboard. She looked like a teenager, but she was infact only twenty-three. She had pale smooth skin and wavy blonde hair.
"Welcome to your death! Just kidding you guys. Welcome to Camp Queer. I'm Summer and I go by she slash her pronouns. I am also the head counselor here. You're probably wondering if this is some cruel joke. It isn't. Anyways, this is a safe haven for all of you. I know most of you are probably skeptical of me right now, and that's totally understandable. So what I'm gonna do is I'm gonna get off the bus and I want you guys in a single file line behind me so we can go to the fireplace and explain everything! Okay? Okay."
She stepped off and awaited everyone to get off. Once they were, she began walking towards something that looked like an olden olympic arena but with a giant campfire in the middle.
"Sit anywhere you like!" she yelled behind her, and she walked towards the campfire.
Maya was watching the world outside her window and enjoying her life for the last few moments before they stopped in front of the camp. It was strange, it looked like some camp you'd send your kid to over summer. Not someplace you sent people to die.
A pretty girl got on board, and spoke like everything was fine. Like they weren't just about to be sent to their deaths. She was still doubtful as she got off the bus and walked to the arena. She watched as kids everywhere conversed. Maya felt so alone. She just sat down on one of the stone wall/bench thingys and watched the fire. | Appearance
Before Camp
During Camp
Name
Maya "Teddy" Sullvian
Age
17
Sexuality
Homosexual female, straight male.
Gender
Transboy
Pronouns
He/him
Camp Sending Story
Teddy knew that today was the day. He could no longer lie to his parents, even if they weren't accepting. He would accept his fate of death because of who he was. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was cooking dinner and his father was cleaning dishes.
"Mom...Dad..." They turned their heads. Better to get it on with than to linger.
"I...I'm gay...a-and a guy... so not, uh, gay...."
A plate shattered and his mother stopped cutting carrots.
"Just know I love you guys, n-no matter what."
Teddy was reported that night and the next morning, the bus came to take him away to the camp.
Short Bio
Teddy grew up as a Maya. His parents were very strict; get A's, do your chores, be straight and cis. He was never allowed to go on the internet, despite that they gave him a phone. He'd been an ally of the secret queer world out there until he figured out he was queer himself.
Personality
Kind, caring, and protective of the camp and queer community.
Other
Pride. |
9,201 | 256 | 1 | 2,382 | 317 | Jen plonked herself down next to Maya with a sigh, a smile on her face. She hadn't expected to be alive right now, but she definitely wasn't going to complain. Plus, that girl who had called herself Summer was hot. She turned to Maya.
"Hey there cutie, my name's Jen. Who are you?" She said with a small wink.
She was always happy to meet new people. Especially if it led to fun. | Appearance
Before Camp
During Camp
Name
Maya "Teddy" Sullvian
Age
17
Sexuality
Homosexual female, straight male.
Gender
Transboy
Pronouns
He/him
Camp Sending Story
Teddy knew that today was the day. He could no longer lie to his parents, even if they weren't accepting. He would accept his fate of death because of who he was. He walked downstairs to the kitchen, where his mother was cooking dinner and his father was cleaning dishes.
"Mom...Dad..." They turned their heads. Better to get it on with than to linger.
"I...I'm gay...a-and a guy... so not, uh, gay...."
A plate shattered and his mother stopped cutting carrots.
"Just know I love you guys, n-no matter what."
Teddy was reported that night and the next morning, the bus came to take him away to the camp.
Short Bio
Teddy grew up as a Maya. His parents were very strict; get A's, do your chores, be straight and cis. He was never allowed to go on the internet, despite that they gave him a phone. He'd been an ally of the secret queer world out there until he figured out he was queer himself.
Personality
Kind, caring, and protective of the camp and queer community.
Other
Pride. |
9,202 | 257 | 0 | 556 | 163 | Second Frontier
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Before, Outside of Second Frontier
Eve sat in the library, reading her Mass Media Law textbook quietly to herself as time slowly slugged by. This was her final bit of homework before her well-deserved weekend from the pressures of reality. Finals were just around the corner but she had studied and done everything she possibly could to be caught up in almost everything. So now all she had to do was relax and take a break, and this weekend she was going to be using her time and break on Second Frontier, one of her favorite games.
Her eyes scanned the pages of the final paragraph, being in the home stretch made her stomach turn as excitement filled her body. It had been a few months since she last played the game and with the new expansion meant a lot of new things to discover and a lot of the old things to re-discover. Not to mention all of the friends she made online on Second Frontier, she pretty much lost all contact with them. Her friends on the game were pretty tightly knit, and she did talk to a few of them outside of the game, but it had also been awhile since she last talked to any of them in or outside of the game.
The blonde student packed up her books as she looked outside the fourth story window of the library. Night had came quick, and she would have been at Taylor's getting ready to party if she didn't already plan to take a break from reality with Second Frontier. Making her way through the building she was met with familiar faces across campus and varying parties and organizations. Each waved and said their greetings and goodbyes with Eve simply replying back to each of them with her sweet, happy-go-lucky smile. The girl was on a mission, and that mission was to get to her house and play games for a good few straight hours before sleeping and then doing it again in the morning and the rest of the weekend. Eve had even worked out extra hard the past week so she could have a few rest days for the weekend and be uninterrupted.
Never with silence or the chance of being hit on or asked to join someone for a party, Evie wandered home in the warm, night sky of Spring. She made her way up to her apartment and just tossed everything onto her off-white sofa before heading to her room to update Second Frontier with the new expansion of "The Brave Ones," that came out just yesterday.
"I wonder if any of them will be on?" She mumbled to herself, "I know Jackie and Rolly were busy with starting college, and Braeden was finishing up his semester too..." The most exciting thing for her about the game was honestly all the friends she made. It wasn't that she didn't have many friends outside of the game, it's just that she felt that the friends she made in-game understood her a little better than most. It was like the fact that she didn't need to hide the fact that she even played Second Frontier from them, or games in general. People expected some sort of norm for her, which was that she was a pretty, smart blonde woman who should be doing what pretty, smart blonde women were supposed to do.
As she popped the expansion pack into her computer she watched the loading screen automatically ring up. "Five or more hours!?" She blurted out, sighing in disbelief. "That's like years, I have to wait even longer now!" Rubbing her eyes as they watered, a yawn escaped her lips. It must have been fate then, as a wave of exhaustion overcame her body. "Guess I'll have to start tomorrow." Making her way towards her bed, she slipped in under her covers, stripping off whatever extra layers she didn't need off. That is when what felt like a sharp needle stabbing into her head made her shriek. There was a throbbing pain in her head as she held her head tightly, rubbing it to soothe the pain.
She slipped herself a few strong headache medicine from her drawer next to the bed as it eased the pain. "Everything has to happen at the same time, doesn't it?" With another yawn, Eve was slowly drifting off to sleep, as her eyes met with the Second Frontier updating screen... ""
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Present, Inside Second Frontier
Eve felt something wet dripping on her face as she slept. At first it was just a few drops, then it became a constant wetness not just on her face, but all over her. "What the-" She cracked her right eye open and was met with what seemed like the brightest light in the world, greeting her face. It was morning, a very bright morning. The the sun was in her face and what was even stranger was that she wasn't in her bed, she was outside in the middle of a field. "What's going on here?"
She blinked her eyes a few times, adjusting to the brightness of her surroundings, picking herself off the ground. She looked across the open valley as she saw a few buildings in the distance, a cornfield, and a few farm animals. "Did I get drugged last night or something?" Scratching her head she winced in pain as her hand carved at her scalp. She was wearing metallic gloves of some sort, which were very strong and hurt a lot. "Since when?" The girl muttered to herself. Something was off, and she had no clue what it was.
"Alright, Taylor!" Evie shouted to no one. "This is very funny, dressing me up and throwing me into the middle of no where, but can we stop now? Taylor!?" She listened as there was still no reply, only the echo of her last word repeating over and over. Taylor, Taylor, Taylor...
Checking her hands, she noticed more about the engravings on her gloves. It was in an odd language that she hadn't seen before, or at least not in real life. "Gauntlets? Wait... these are my Summer Alexis Gauntlets... But wait, how?" She then hesitantly, but curiously examined her whole body. Noting and noticing that her sleepwear was now swapped with an Angel Silk dress, Myra's Graves and Belt Set, and a Summer Alexis Breastplate, all from her game of Second Life. "Ah ha, that's it! Second Life! But when did I log on?"
A sharp ringing then sounded, bringing Evie down to her knees, and causing a throbbing pain in her head, just like before when she was first falling asleep. "What's happening!?" She shouted, holding her head in pain. Whatever it was, the blonde woman hoped it would end soon. | You don't have to use this character sheet, it is totally up to you. But you just need these basic information in your profile for it to be accepted and whatnot. Thanks!
Real Name: First and last name of your character.
Age: Age can range from 14 to 40, that's as low and high as I'll go.
Gender: Either male or female
Appearance: You can post up a picture or write a two or more paragraph about how your character looks outside of the game. Their real-life appearance.
Personality: A few paragraphs depicting how your character acts both inside and outside the world of Second Frontier. Is it the same, is it polar opposite?
Backstroy: The history of your character, give us something to go on so we can know who your character is. Also tell your connection to the game, when did you start? Are you a new player or older one? Why do you like games? Job? What does your character do OUTSIDE of Second Frontier? Other misc. things you'd like us to know too can go here.
In-Game Name: Give your character a game-like screen name or just a username.
Race: The races can be found on the post above, look for which one best suits you.
Class: Same thing with the classes, they are posted above. Find the one you find most interesting.
Subclass: A subclass is more like a job title. It's a free form and I'm letting you pick it. You get a set of skills that will help you, but the class is totally up to you. Examples of subclasses are: Cook; Merchant; Pet Tamer; Tailor; Mercenary; Treasure Hunter; etc.
Appearance In-Game: You can post up a picture of how your character's avatar looks like in-game here. |
9,203 | 257 | 1 | 966 | 463 | Real world. Before second frontier entrapment.
"Honey. Would you like some more sweet potatoes? You're looking ever so thin dear..." Crooned the little old woman shrewely, liberally splashing more of the pureéd substance onto her victims plate before any objection could be made. "No Harold. You've had enough." She added, firmly deterring her partner's efforts to attain a seconds serving of pork.
Aeisha laughed a little inside as once again her parents went through the elderly couple routine they seemed so fond of. Despite appearances neither of Harold nor his tiny framed wife Helen were actually that old. In actuality both of them had completed very successful careers and retired early into their fourties. Aeisha's father for example had only just hit fifty. Nonethelss the two of them seemed to feel their retired status entitled them to act like old age pensioners and Aeisha had no intention of altering this aspect of their eccentricity. Other aspects however she would've swapped out any day.
"So. How's that job of your's going Aeisha?" Harold said turning his attention away from the forbidden article of pork and onto his daughter. Aeisha switched immediantly from internal laughter to internal groaning. These interrogations never went well.
"It's going ok." Aeisha replied subversively. "My biggest sale yet shipped out yesterday and the customer seems pleased with it. Today's pitch was a little dissapointing but it's still salvageable."
"And?" Her father said expectantly.
"Look. I'm not going to get a promotion within two months of joining the company Dad." Aeisha replied a bit more firmly this time. "I've been offered some additional training in my current role which is hopeful but they're hardly going to consider me for the senior staff opening this early in."
"Have you applied?"
Aeisha sighed from exasperation and reluctantly admitted she had not applied for the senior staff position.
"Well I think you should..." Her mother butted in before being interrupted by the buzz of Aeisha's phone vibrating. Aeisha hastily pulled the phone out of her jacket pocket and flipped it open. A client. Not just any client either. This was the customer she had made her biggest sale to. They were calling well outside of business hours but at this point Aeisha would have taken any excuse to escape her situation so she politely excused herself from the table.
"I should probably take this." She said looking apolagetically at her parents who shrugged at one another. This was commonplace for them. "It's about time I headed off anyway"." She added. Her parents came stood as she did, coming round the table to give brief hugs good bye before proceeding to clear the table. Aeisha stepped outside. Her parents were lovely most of the time but when they put the pressure on her boy did they pile it on high. Aeisha sighed relief before returning the call.
Thirty seconds later Aeisha was more agitated than she would have been if she had stayed inside. "What do you mean you can't pay for the products? They're already shipped! No... No we can't just take them back. We made them to your specifications just as you asked." There was a brief pause as the customer made an agitated objection before Aeisha replied teresly, trying her absolute best to hide the frustration from her voice. "I'm afraid you're going to have to take that up with someone senior. My authorisation only goes so far on these things." Another brief pause. "Yep. Mhm. Ok. Goodnight to you too... Yes I'm sure I'll be hearing from them tomorrow." She said politely before slumping into the drivers seat of her tiny red punto and letting out a great breath of exasperation. She rubbed her temples firmly as she tried to clear the flood of frustration that clouded her mind before deciding that these were tomorrows problems now. It was late and there was nothing she could do about her situation straight away so she might as well relax and enjoy herself. Aiesha presented her phones screen with her middle finger before slinging it into the passanger footwell and switching on the cars cd player. She drove home singing (Smile like you mean it. The Killers. with her mind clear of the problems that had plagued the day.
When Aiesha finally arrived home it had been dark for over two hours. Despite this, possibly because of the vast quantities of caffine she had consumed in order to arrive home safely, Aiesha was not remotely sleepy. She changed into her most comfortable bright pink onsie (the one with the "cute kitty-cats" on it) and sat down in front of her computer monitor with a mug of hot chocolate to play some Second Frontier. Of course instead of the game Aiesha was greeted with a lengthy update screen as the expansion pack began to install. She plonked her head down on the desk from disappointment. That being said it was probably for the best. She hadn't realised how tired she was. Aeisha yawned and stretched before grabbing her hot chocolate and heading off towards bed. | Real Name: Aeisha Harding
Age: 19
Gender: Female.
Personality:
Outside of the game Aeisha is down to business with life outside of home often too fast paced to be otherwise. Social time has to be booked ahead of time along with just about any other event she or any other person wants her to participate in. What social time Aeisha does get she tends to over-compensate for the time she's missed, acting overly friendly and getting herself labeled weird. It is perhaps another pointer to who she is that she considers weird to be a compliment. We all aspire to be different, unique and exceptional right? Weird just happens to be a synonym of these things as far as she is concerned. Just to prove her investment in this belief I'll have you know she once thanked somebody for calling her eccentric.
The game is where Aeisha goes to relax as a form of escapism from the stresses of life and, on a bad day, from herself. As such she isn't too goal orientated in game instead preferring to just explore and take things at a casual pace. She sometimes indulges in the roleplay aspects of her character like purring, meowing or hissing to deepen her immersion in the game. If she were to get trapped in the game though one might see more aspects of her personality in real life come through.
Backstory:
Aeisha lives a busy lifestyle, almost living from her small, bright red fiat punto as she travels the country daily to perform sales pitches for her employers curtain lines. What time she does have reserved off work (such as weekends) is largely booked up by recurring club activities such as the latest martial art she has tried or by her rather demanding parents who insist she visit or help with this that and the other. As a result of this the only time in the week Aeisha has that one would really call free time are the few hours before she settles down to bed. It is usually in these hours Aeisha gets in some time on videogames.
Second Frontier is the first game of its genre Aeisha has particularly engaged with. She was inspired to try the game by her desire for a more socially orientated game than the somewhat self orientated experiences she found most tactical shooters or fps games offered and so, encouraged by some of her friends, she purchased the game and her character Felicity was born.
Felicity's race (Aerulus) was picked almost entirely on a whim, Aeisha barely looked at the other races before deciding she wanted the "cute, fluffy cat person" as her in game avatar. The name was picked simply due to its similarity to the word feline and the class (great knight) selected to fill a gap in the party her friends had. Her subclass (dancer) was again picked on a whim although it has proved useful by granting her increased dodge values, higher combo rates and increased receptivity to bard buffs (and debuffs).
These day's Felicity rarely equips heavy armour, instead preferring light armour to grant her an increased carrying capacity for weapons. How many weapons does she need you ask? Not many. It just happens that one of them is an enormous great sword that occupies most of the inventory for things she can carry. The other weapon set she carries is a one handed sword (specifically a wakasashi) and a shield. The reasoning behind this unusual selection of equipment lies in her choice of specialisations within her class tree; taunts and area denial/effect moves. Great swords are reach weapons with immense raw attack power and a sizeable knock-back effect beaten only by certain classes of blunt weapons or some spells. It's hugely wide blade is moderately effective in defending against ranged attacks and a single sweep can hit and knock back multiple enemies in its area. Felicity relies upon this knock back effect and range to avoid taking excessive damage in combat. The sword and shield are back-up weapons for use where such a sweeping weapon might be impractical or mobility is required with the shield taking on the protecting role.
In-Game Name: Felicity-san
Race: Aerulus
Class: Great Knight.
Subclass: Dancer.
Appearance In-Game:
Felicity-sans' character model is very tall. Her character model just about exceeds most "tall" human characters in height although someone set to the tallest setting available might exceed her height.
Scaled down to fit the character model. Mostly worn without the helm/hat.
In typical videogame fashion Felicitys' greatsword is massively oversized to the point that in real life it would be ridiculously unwieldy. Stood up vertically the blade alone is almost as tall as Felicity-san; who is not a short aerulus, with the hilt stretching above her head when she carries it on her back. The blade itself is almost a foot wide from its' front to back edge and is constructed from a dark, onyx black shaded metal. It only has one cutting edge which is located at the front of the blade. The back edge is flat so should not cut Felicity should the blade be forced back into her. The hilt is simply constructed with the held section being a foot and a half long and protected by a single thick piece of onyx black metal running from the front of the blade parallel to the hilt before connecting to the base of the hilt via a right angled corner. |
9,204 | 257 | 2 | 966 | 463 | Real world. Moments before second frontier.
Aiesha shuffled over to her bed, hot chocolate in hand and eyes bleary. For a moment she considered going through the proper bedtime routine of doing her teeth and such but then decided screw it. She was too tired and would make doubly sure they were clean in the morning. The various articles of clothing on the bed were tossed on the floor to make room for her, another thing which could be sorted in the morning, and Aiesha rolled into bed. A quick sip of hot chocolate was taken and then she lay back in bed putting the hot chocolate on the bedside dresser as she did so.
"Ouch!... Double ouch!" A sharp stabbing sensation had emanated from and into the back of Aiesha head. This distraction had then caused Aiesha to spill hot chocolate on her fingers and the bedside cabinet. Drat! Now she would have to go... Uhhh... Aiesha yawned and forgot what she had been thinking about. Within the next few moments she was fast asleep.
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Inside Second Frontier
The dainty, harmonic song of birds permeated the air and a light breeze slipped gently through the forests branches as Aiesha begrudgingly began to stir from her sleep. Her bed seemed to swing oddly with the breeze and the previously supportive mattress rolled and rippled with each little movement she made.
"A dream?" She thought sluggishly as she tried to snuggle into her pillow. Dreams could wait. Aiesha snuggled into her pillow and tried to lie out flat, seeking the refuge of an undisturbed sleep once. Seemingly in response to her attempt her pillow yanked itself out from beneath her head and she face-planted into the harsh fabric of the hammock beneath. Aiesha opened her eyes. She was in a hammock, she realised.
Aiesha jolted to consciousness suddenly, trying to sit as she did so. The sudden motion caused the hammock to roll over and spill her along with the rest of its contents onto the forest floor. Aiesha's face fell upon the soft, furry pillow she had just been using and for the first time she got a proper look at it. It was a tail. The end of it featured glossy black fur in a few rings before the tail became dominated by bushy gold fur. Aiesha's gaze followed the tail back until she could turn her head no further and so she turned her body too. The tail moved with her. This was getting frustrating. Aiesha tried the same technique once more before leaping on the tail, grabbing it and pinning it to the floor.
"Owwwuh!" She exclaimed, leaping back from the tail only for it to follow her once more. Grabbing the tail that way had really hurt her... Her tail. The realisation of what was going on began to hit Aiesha or, perhaps more accurately, Felicity. she moved forwards to very gently touch her tail. It was soft to the touch and the fur upon it felt healthy and lush. Felicity tried to move her tail and found it responded instinctively, swishing side to side as though she had had a tail all her life. This was weird.
Felicity stood up and looked herself over. The parts of herself she could see further confirmed she had undergone a physical change. The parts of herself she couldn't see were covered in oddly familiar red armour. Her hands were also covered in fur, albeit much much shorter and smoother than that on her tail. She could rub her hands together without the fur interfering. She rubbed her face. The same fur was present, short and smooth, but far more interesting was the shape of her face. She had a muzzle. It wasn't a very projected one but it was there nonetheless and upon the end of it was what felt like a cats nose. Felicity opened her mouth and poked around with a finger. Sharp carnivorous teeth and a rough, cat-like tongue. By now felicity was almost certain of what was going on.
Felicity stood up, feeling the moderate heft of her characters light/medium armour and inspected the other possessions that had fallen out of the hammock with her. A pair of swords, a hat and a shield. The smaller of the two swords was a normal sized katana sheathed in red that matched her armour with a shield in the same colour. The most recognisable element though? The greatsword. Felicity saw it and, like the final piece of the jigsaw puzzle sliding into place felicity realized what was going on. She was in Second Frontier! | Real Name: Aeisha Harding
Age: 19
Gender: Female.
Personality:
Outside of the game Aeisha is down to business with life outside of home often too fast paced to be otherwise. Social time has to be booked ahead of time along with just about any other event she or any other person wants her to participate in. What social time Aeisha does get she tends to over-compensate for the time she's missed, acting overly friendly and getting herself labeled weird. It is perhaps another pointer to who she is that she considers weird to be a compliment. We all aspire to be different, unique and exceptional right? Weird just happens to be a synonym of these things as far as she is concerned. Just to prove her investment in this belief I'll have you know she once thanked somebody for calling her eccentric.
The game is where Aeisha goes to relax as a form of escapism from the stresses of life and, on a bad day, from herself. As such she isn't too goal orientated in game instead preferring to just explore and take things at a casual pace. She sometimes indulges in the roleplay aspects of her character like purring, meowing or hissing to deepen her immersion in the game. If she were to get trapped in the game though one might see more aspects of her personality in real life come through.
Backstory:
Aeisha lives a busy lifestyle, almost living from her small, bright red fiat punto as she travels the country daily to perform sales pitches for her employers curtain lines. What time she does have reserved off work (such as weekends) is largely booked up by recurring club activities such as the latest martial art she has tried or by her rather demanding parents who insist she visit or help with this that and the other. As a result of this the only time in the week Aeisha has that one would really call free time are the few hours before she settles down to bed. It is usually in these hours Aeisha gets in some time on videogames.
Second Frontier is the first game of its genre Aeisha has particularly engaged with. She was inspired to try the game by her desire for a more socially orientated game than the somewhat self orientated experiences she found most tactical shooters or fps games offered and so, encouraged by some of her friends, she purchased the game and her character Felicity was born.
Felicity's race (Aerulus) was picked almost entirely on a whim, Aeisha barely looked at the other races before deciding she wanted the "cute, fluffy cat person" as her in game avatar. The name was picked simply due to its similarity to the word feline and the class (great knight) selected to fill a gap in the party her friends had. Her subclass (dancer) was again picked on a whim although it has proved useful by granting her increased dodge values, higher combo rates and increased receptivity to bard buffs (and debuffs).
These day's Felicity rarely equips heavy armour, instead preferring light armour to grant her an increased carrying capacity for weapons. How many weapons does she need you ask? Not many. It just happens that one of them is an enormous great sword that occupies most of the inventory for things she can carry. The other weapon set she carries is a one handed sword (specifically a wakasashi) and a shield. The reasoning behind this unusual selection of equipment lies in her choice of specialisations within her class tree; taunts and area denial/effect moves. Great swords are reach weapons with immense raw attack power and a sizeable knock-back effect beaten only by certain classes of blunt weapons or some spells. It's hugely wide blade is moderately effective in defending against ranged attacks and a single sweep can hit and knock back multiple enemies in its area. Felicity relies upon this knock back effect and range to avoid taking excessive damage in combat. The sword and shield are back-up weapons for use where such a sweeping weapon might be impractical or mobility is required with the shield taking on the protecting role.
In-Game Name: Felicity-san
Race: Aerulus
Class: Great Knight.
Subclass: Dancer.
Appearance In-Game:
Felicity-sans' character model is very tall. Her character model just about exceeds most "tall" human characters in height although someone set to the tallest setting available might exceed her height.
Scaled down to fit the character model. Mostly worn without the helm/hat.
In typical videogame fashion Felicitys' greatsword is massively oversized to the point that in real life it would be ridiculously unwieldy. Stood up vertically the blade alone is almost as tall as Felicity-san; who is not a short aerulus, with the hilt stretching above her head when she carries it on her back. The blade itself is almost a foot wide from its' front to back edge and is constructed from a dark, onyx black shaded metal. It only has one cutting edge which is located at the front of the blade. The back edge is flat so should not cut Felicity should the blade be forced back into her. The hilt is simply constructed with the held section being a foot and a half long and protected by a single thick piece of onyx black metal running from the front of the blade parallel to the hilt before connecting to the base of the hilt via a right angled corner. |
9,205 | 257 | 3 | 1,252 | 284 | Claire lay on her bed, bedsheets pulled tightly over her head, a soft blue light pierced through the fabric to illuminate the wall opposite her, and showed the silhouette of her body. It shook as she spoke, murmurs halfway between giggles and hushed exclamations of excitement. From time to time a male voice could be heard, deep and rugged almost, but as the hours past this voice would slowly grow more hoarse with sleep. They'd been online all day, playing their favorite online games and chatting about nothing in particular. She'd mentioned, at some point, that she had to do her chores before it got late, but she never got around to them. It was getting late and he muttered something about having to wake up early tomorrow for work, she could hear him rub a hand over his chin and nose as he sniffed. She smiled meekly and nodded, although he couldn't see her, and quickly rejoined with a hushed goodnight. As the call ended and the blue light of the screen faded, the girl lay there, suddenly aware of the hour and how sore her body was.
She pulled the sheets from over her head, her short hair a gnarled tangle, and swung her body off the bed. Landing quietly on her rug, she arched up like a cat, and gave a tired sigh. Her shoulder ached, pulsed even, as blood began to flow into it again. She walked about her room, bathed in the light of her now white computer screen, and looked at her desk idly, as she always did when she was in deep thought or organizing something in her head. It was a mess, but an organized one; on top of it was the dead monitor of her old computer and around it were pens, nail things, thread, half made dolls, a sharpener, a journal, gums and chewy candies, and her schoolbag. She paced over as quietly as she could, sensing that in the room below her her mother lay quietly, knowing that she too was probably awake, but would not give this knowledge away to her with careless movements.
Her hands clasped the now flat bag, which was usually thick with books and notebooks and her calculator. Today was a school day but she hadn't gone. Her mother didn't like that. But the doctor had said little physical activity until their next appointment, which would be tomorrow. Claire pursed her lips as she remembered how enraged her mother was and instead diverted her attention to her cell phone, dangling from its keychain a bear plush, which made her smile once she saw it. She clasped it in her hand and thumbed it as she thought of who gave it to her. Suddenly, as if he'd read her mind, her phoned buzzed with an alert of having a new text message. She flipped it open and read; "New Update. Check 2F."
Weird, she thought, what about work? She scuttled back over and climbed into bed, quickly clicking the Second Frontier shortcut only to be greeted by a loading screen giving her the option update. Excitedly she double clicked download and watched as it began to process; hugged a pillow under her chin, she watched for a bit. After a minute she pulled out her phone once more and tried texting him back, but her texts were failing to send. Barely alarmed she assumed he had just turned off his phone or something, always one for full immersion with first plays of any kind. And so she turned her head back to the load screen: 10% it said. She smiled, the update was probably going to be the best, she imagined cool implements for better immersion; she prayed for knew races and new monsters and new armor. By now, though, her head felt heavy and she began to lull to sleep. The last thing she remembered was a screen reading 11%.
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She woke up what felt like moments later, her whole right side felt as if it were being pierced by a thousand tiny needles, she cried out and sat up. Her first thought was that she'd fallen on her rug or something. Eyes still closed and skin alive with how raw it was on her right side, she quickly brushed whatever it was that clung to her skin- she soon found out that it was dirt. Blinking she looked down at her hands, now lightly dusted with chalky brown, and then quickly to her aching side. She gasped as she touched her ribcage, knowing now that she had fallen for sure. It was so dark, was her first thought as she looked about, and could barely make out the trees a yard around her. She could clearly feel the ground below her, which was obviously not her bedroom floor, and the chill of open space air affirmed her assumption that she was outdoors. She could hear what she believed were forest sounds; trees rustling and branches raking against one another, grass swaying with the gentle push of the wind. The dewy smell about her entailed that it had just recently rained, yet the ground about her was dust dry. Once her composure was regained, Claire stood, her legs wobbling a bit as she braced herself against a thick tree trunk to her right.
With growing concern she wondered how she had gotten there; she'd watched strange cases of sleep walking on the news a few weeks ago, but since she never showed the signs she ruled herself out as being plagued with something so annoying. Could someone have taken her there? This deeply disturbed her and her lower lip began to tremble, because if this were true that meant that they could possibly still be here. She stepped back against the tree, heart pounding, and braced herself. As she tensed she tried to listen closely to her surroundings; she stood there for what felt like minutes when she heard a soft rustling somewhere in front of her. It was approaching with periodic pause and this unnerved her to a point where she could not control her shaking. Suddenly, whatever it was let out an ear piercing squeal, and burst from the grass, only to take off past her. It sounded like a boar; but the mass of whatever it was seemed much too large to be one.
Thoroughly spooked she almost jumped out of her skin as she heard a familiar sound close by her; she swung and arm out, sensing that whoever or whatever had made the noise was by her, and her hand struck what felt like loose fabric, a cloak. She looked up and into the eyes of someone she had never seen before and yet felt a strange familiarity with them. It was laughter, she thought, and knew then who she was facing. She reached up, confidence now pouring into her, and pulled back his hood,
"Its only you." | Real Name: Claire Han
Age: 17
Gender: F
Appearance:
Personality: Claire is quite the paradox; at times she is very quiet and demure, almost docile in that kind of day dreamy kind of way, but can be stingy, if not hypersensitive the next. Tough as nails on tuesday but a wad of tissues on wednesday is her deal. She doesn't have many friends at school, only a handful of close ones whom she fawns over and adores above all else. Slow to anger and hard to impress; but easily flustered by any attention put on her- she'll usually feel the need to cover up her lack of words by averting her gaze and blushing; much to her contempt. When it comes to almost any social interaction with strangers she's a little goof.
In game, however, she's quite the opposite; quite often her clumsy mannerisms are replaced by quick calculations and fine judgement. Most of her fears are nonexistent in the game world and she's free to act as she pleases.
Backstory: She always loved drawing and writing fantasy related things, they were her escape from the complicated and strange things going on around her growing up. She grew up with her mother, who worked way too often, and her younger sister. Her father owns a law firm in a major city and she gets to visit him when he's not busy, but thats not often. With both of her parents working and her younger sister being 10 years her junior, Claire's family life wasn't as tight-knit as she wanted to be, resulting in her turning toward the internet. Second Frontier is the second MMO she's ever played but the first she's ever become addicted to. Her grades are slipping because of it...
In-Game Name: Lei Wraith
Race: Elf
Class: Ranger
Subclass: Bounty Hunter
Appearance In-Game:
@hailfire: *waves frantically* hey hey! Nice to meet ya x
Also i might tweak my CS tomorrow, kinda ran out of ideas right now for her. Made her up as i went along ^^; |
9,206 | 257 | 4 | 851 | 2,015 | Adreana sighed, finishing the last sentence in her English book before shutting it and leaning back in her black, leather chair. Homework was too boring now a days, way too boring. Sure, she loved English, but the homework was just awful. She flicked through her other books quickly, making sure she had nothing else to do before putting them back in their order.
Adreana took a sip of her coffee before searching under her bed for a old chest that seemed out of place in the neat and clean room that was her bedroom. Her desk was probably the most orderly thing in the room, but she liked it that way. Then her friends came to mind. They were probably all at a outing of some sorts or sleeping, so it was a quiet night for her. Normally, she'd hang out with them either over online or in person. Either way, she didn't mind. Eventually, she found the chest and took out a small pill. She put it in her mouth and had a sip of coffee, swallowing it with the pill. Vitamin pills were disgusting, but she had to have them.
Thinking about sleeping, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, feeling a little drowsy; Adreana got up and started getting into bed when she remembered about Second Frontier. She turned on her computer and then clicked on the shortcut for it. Looks like there was a update. She clicked to start the update and then patiently waited for it to finish, exited and thinking about the things it would include in the update. Adreana went to go put back the chest when she felt a sharp pain in her head, almost like someone was tugging on her brain itself. Soon, she fell to the floor, head pounding and after a few seconds, she passed out, only seeing the chest in front of her before it all turned black.
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Adreana awoke on the rough texture of the dirt floor to birds chirping. She looked around before slowly getting up, back covered in dirt and her face feeling the dry bits of it. She was shocked to see a wide and beautiful field in front of her. The lush, green grass waving in the wind as she stood up. She stood there for a few moments before looking at the ground. This definitely wasn't her bedroom. Was she dreaming? Adreana pinched herself, just to make sure. She winced in pain a bit, knowing now that this indeed wasn't a dream. Now the question was where on earth was she? That was around the time she realized her hands were more pale than before and that they were more delicate. She was dressed differently, too. She grabbed a piece of her hair and then noticed it was white instead of brown. It couldn't be....could it? Was she her Second Frontier character, Yilvoxe Galleria? Just to make sure, she checked her armor and such. Light weight armor with a turquoise necklace and two crooked daggers...This was indeed Yilvoxe. Then it hit her. She was in Second Frontier! Her elf assassin, Yilvoxe Galleria, was now Adreana. Excitement hit her as she giggled and smiled, wondering what could come out of this. | (( It's now completed~ ))
Real Name: Adreana Vargot
Age: 19
Gender: female
Personality: Adreana often is shy and cold towards others and her relatives, but acts cheery and polite in front of friends. Her personality changes often so one day she cold be extremely moody and the next day she could be the cheeriest person ever. Sure, because of this she's often described as a weird person, but she is who she is. Adreana would never leave one of her friends behind and always protect them from danger. She goes out with her friends on a regular basis, who happen to play the same game as her, Second Frontier. She still hangs out with her friends on the game and often creates a party with them, going and raiding dungeons together.
Adreana is shy and often emotionless towards strangers. She prefers not to talk in situations like that and quickly make up a excuse to escape. Especially in the game. Sometimes she takes the weirdest routes just to avoid other people. If she has to talk though, she will, but only when it's needed. She prefers to keep quiet about many things. Because of this, she often broods over the smallest of things.
Backstory: Adreana always use to drone on about creatures from a fantasy realm. Of course, no one knew half the time what she was talking about because of it. She often writ little paragraphs to describe each one. Shortly after the stage of that, she began to surf the internet more often. That was around about the time she found out about Second Frontier. She shortly got addicted to it, often just rushing her tea and homework to play on the game. She had met a couple people from her school who played the game with her often and soon they started to hang out. She loved the life of doing whatever she wanted and going wherever. Sure, her grades dropped slightly, but who cared? Not her.
In-Game Name: Yilvoxe Galleria
Race: Elf
Class: Assassin
Subclass: Poison-Maker |
9,207 | 258 | 0 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu woke up from a fainting spell. He was in bed, being tended to by a field medic. His arrow wound had reopened due to his unbridled rage. Rage that had been rekindled by Zhuge Liang. In an attempt recapture territory that originally belonged to the Kingdom of Wu but was captured by Shu, Zhou Yu had offered to help Shu attack a mutual enemy, and would while on the march, establish themselves in the stolen territory, reclaiming it. Unfortunately, Zhuge Liang was cunning and saw through the ruse, trapping Zhou Yu's advancing army and forcing a retreat. Zhou was about to send out orders to his generals to have them prepare for battle when a messenger arrived with a letter from Zhuge Liang himself. In it, the enemy strategist warned that if Zhou Yu were to engage in such a lengthy conflict, their mutual enemy to the north, Prime Minister Cao Cao would surely take advantage of the situation. Feeling a sense of hopelessness and defeat, having been thwarted at every turn by this young upstart, Zhuge Liang, Zhou Yu could feel his death approaching and decided to pen one last letter to his lord, Sun Quan. His advisors gathered around, concerned for his failing health. All he could do was apologize for his failures, but even then, he was not allowed to finish for he swooned again as rage, frustration and sorrow overtook him. The next few days were a fevered nightmare for him, while the only intelligible things he could say in his waking moments were, "Oh Heavens! If you created Zhou Yu, then why did you also create Zhuge Liang?"
At the age of 35, this promising young general died from frustration. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,208 | 258 | 1 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno the Undead Axeman stood in the middle of a dark, moist, stone corridor, like he always did. He guarded a blue orb that was mounted on the wall, his only light source that cast an eerie teal light over him. His "breath" was hollow and jagged, the only sound in the utterly silent hallway.
He clutched his rusted axe in one hand, his eyes staring into the darkness in front of him. What was Bruno thinking about, you might ask?
Nothing.
Nothing but his axe. He simply stood there, waiting for an event to occur.
And finally, in longer than Bruno could remember (which wasn't very long), a dim torch light appeared around an unseen corner. Following the torch light was a healthy looking young man wielding a short sword. The man turned the corner, noticed Bruno, and halted.
"Hello?"
Bruno said nothing, but now his eyes were locked on the traveler. The man cautiously approached, sword in his right, torch in his left.
"What are you doing?"
When the torch light touched that of the blue orb, Bruno then decided that it would perhaps be worth it to axe this adventurer. With a horrid grunt, Bruno hefted his axe and violently lurched forward, wildy slamming his axe into a stone wall. The stone chipped, the traveler shrieked and backpedaled away from Bruno. The axeman continued his rampage, crashing his axe from one side of the hallway to the other as the man walked backwards, feebly holding out his sword to protect himself.
Eventually, Bruno's axe caught the man's sword, and almost disarmed him. It was at that the traveler turned and ran, still clutching his sword 'n torch. Bruno hesitated, and figured that yes, he would chase the traveler for a brief time. The undead axeman took his long, spindly steps. The traveler took his rapid, well formed feet farther and farther away from Bruno. Eventually, they came to a door, the man attempted to close the door behind him, but Bruno shouldered into the door and spilled onto his face into the room. The man found another door in the room, attempted to open it, but it was locked. He cursed and turned, but Bruno was already up to his feet.
There was an ancient wooden table between the traveler and Bruno. When the man dashed left, Bruno lurched right, and man retreated. This happened several times. Eventually, they just stood there, staring.
"Hello." The man said. Bruno did not understand what the man was trying to accomplish, but to a normal human that would have been seen as "gallows humor."
A brief moment later, the man threw his sword and made a mad dash to the door behind Bruno. The pommel the sword struck Bruno in the chest, but the rotten warrior paid no mind to it. Bruno quite literally dived forward, extended his axe outwards as far as he could. The old weapon caught the man on the knee and sent him stumbling. The man fell into the door that he was trying to escape from, and in a tragic twist of fate, his own body closed his only exit.
The man yelled and cursed and attempted the awkward maneuver of standing up and pulling open a door that you are pressed against. It didn't go well. His brief delay gave Bruno enough time to stand and swipe his axe at the man. The sharp end hit the man in the side, and the traveler twisted and face Bruno.
And so there they were, Bruno standing menacingly over a young adventurer who was unfortunately trapped both in this mysterious dungeon, and this mysterious room. The man closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. So did the obvious, raised up his axe....
and then something very peculiar happened.
A miracle for the young adventurer, and an inconvenience for the Undead Axeman. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,209 | 258 | 2 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Prologue: Service Stinks, No Tip for You
Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman suddenly found themselves in a most peculiar of locations. They were no longer dead (well, Zhou wasn't anyway, Bruno was still undead) and could not for the life of them recognize their surroundings. A relaxing music played throughout the room, creating an atmosphere of... Wait, what sort of atmosphere was this, anyway? Neither could recognize it, but each felt they knew the answer, for this was some sort of eatery. A restaurant. Zhou and Bruno sat across from one another at a table which was decorated beautifully with a white table cloth, a small vase of flowers, vibrantly colored silver wear cloths, and all directly beneath a gorgeous gold colored chandelier with diamonds all over. The sounds of the other patrons conversing and eating filled the dining hall, only something was strange. There were no other patrons. So where was the sound coming from? Most peculiar.
Even stranger still was how no matter how much they wished or tried, neither of these fine dining foreigners could stand to leave their chair. It wasn't like they were physically prevented from doing so, but more like every time they mustered the will to attempt it, something would change their mind or they'd get distracted in some way. Whatever train of thought they would be having, it was interrupted at that moment.
"Your entrees, sirs," spoke a man, the only other living being within eyesight, as he placed two trays before them, their contents hidden beneath the aluminum tops. He stood about five foot ten inches, was of fair complexion, had a chiseled jaw from stone, a tiny pencil-thin mustache, and wore a black suit of the finest material. Oh, and he also had an enormous afro. This afro was the stuff of legend, large enough that a child could fit comfortably within, and not even sit down or scrunch up. Truly the most marvelous afro in existence. "The head chef personally spent four hours preparing it specifically for you, our most honored guests. I do so hope it is to your liking. Bon apetite."
The waiter pulled back the lids of the trays, revealing to the duo a meal of only the smallest proportions. In fact, the entire meal could fit on a single fork, and still have enough room left to take another bite from a larger, more nutritious meal. Before the two could address this grave issue (or where they were and just what the hell was going on in general, for that matter) the waiter was already gone. Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman were left alone at their table, with their food, in this amazing yet bizarre and confusing French restaurant. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,210 | 258 | 3 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou blinked a few times, wondering if this was heaven. Looking to his side, he saw Bruno and concluded that he was in hell. He looked at himself: he was ten years younger. The decoration in this...place was foreign to him, as was the man with the large hair that stood in front of the table. The man spoke, and though Zhou Yu could understand him, he had the uncanny feeling that he wasn't speaking Chinese. When it was revealed, the size of the meal did not offend Zhou Yu, he was, after all, used to delicacies that were served in small portions, and though foreign, Zhou Yu could assume that this place shared similar concepts when it came to luxury foods. "Thank you," Zhou Yu said, offering what courtesy he could despite his confusion. Turning to his partner at his table, Zhou Yu greeted Bruno, "Please eat slowly," he said; a customary Chinese courtesy one often said before eating. He then took the fork (a rather barbaric utensil compared to the chopsticks he was used to), and partook of the delicacy that he had been served, and did his utmost to appreciate and savor the subtleties of flavor and spice that such a delicacy would undoubtedly be prepared with. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,211 | 258 | 4 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno stared absent mindedly at the well dressed person in front of him. The large-haired man seemed to be no cause of concern for the ghoulish axeman. The man in front of him said something that Bruno didn't quite understand.
Bruno finally looked down at the tiny morsel of food in front of him. It would have been the first freshly prepared meal Bruno had seen in at least a century. For some odd reason, this place began to awaken a decency that had long forgot itself in his mind. And so, Bruno the Undead Axeman attempted to daintily lift up the fork and place the delicacy into his rotten mouth.
Three seconds later, the plate was on the floor. Curses!
Bruno had essentially scooped up the plate, and with the lifting of his fork flipped the plate over and sent it onto the fine carpet. Bruno groaned angrily and flailed his arms around at his complete lack of control. This wouldn't have happened if he had just had his axe. Where was his axe, anyway? He though of getting up to look for it, but the strange atmosphere of this place convinced the single minded brute that it would appear if he simply waited. What ended up happening was that he continued to look in what could be translated as disappointment at the ruined "meal."
It wouldn't be out of Bruno's character if he simply went under the table to eat the entree as is. He was a dungeon dwelling undead minion: he wasn't a picky eater. But no, he was confined to his chair with some strange spell. (Although Bruno did not recognize it to be a spell.) So he simply sat, arms hanging at his side, staring at the carpeted floor below. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,212 | 258 | 5 | 1,872 | 1,651 | No sooner had Bruno given up on thrashing in the general direction of his plate had three waiters appeared, each looking completely identical to the same man that had served them before. One surely had to be the same man, but the other two were significantly shorter, like pygmy people. The two short ones immediately began working on cleaning up the mess, one with an oversized industrial vacuum, the other fruitlessly trying to pick up little specks with a pair of chopsticks.
"..." the larger one attempted to speak to Bruno, but all sound was muffled by the giant motorized vacuum cleaner.
"..." he tried to speak again, looking somewhat annoyed at his tinier counterparts.
"..." the man stamped his left foot once and signaled for the smaller, vacuum-toting waiter to cut it out. The smaller one sheepishly hit the switch off, gave an uneasy smile, and ran off. The other was still attempting to pick up (now non-existent) crumbs using chopsticks.
"My sincerest apologies sir, I was not made aware that you were disabled and would require assistance. Please, allow me." The waiter snapped his finger, and suddenly another plate of the same meal appeared before Bruno. "Here comes the choo-choo!" With another snap, the tiny morsel now sat atop a miniature train engine, which in turn sat atop railroad tracks, which sloped upward from the plate, directly into Bruno's mouth. The train chugged along, forcing its way into the undead axeman's mouth, whereupon it continued down into his undead stomach. The railroad tracks then vanished without a trace.
"Your check, my good sirs. No rush, whenever you are ready." The waiter left behind a slip of paper, folded within a leather holder. Once inspected, it would read that Zhou and Bruno now owed $10,683.97, converted to whatever currency they were used to, of course. The waiter himself was already gone, though his smaller-but-otherwise-identical counterpart remained, still picking at the carpet. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,213 | 258 | 6 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno still wasn't finding any of this particularly strange or confusing, it was a non-factor for him. How did he get here? Who are these people? Why did a miniature train on a miniature railroad carry a miniature meal into his mouth? (miniature) He cared not for these answers. He accepted the meal (if only by default) and continued to sit, placid and docile. He had no axe. There was nothing to be done.
He completely ignored the check. A complete non-issue for Bruno the Undead Axeman. He stared dully in the vague general direction of the man sitting in front of him. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,214 | 258 | 7 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu started as Bruno thrashed and tossed his meal to the floor in a sorry attempt to dine. Zhou Yu was then even more befuddled by the other waiters, having never seen a vacuum cleaner before. He was certain there was witchcraft involved when the waiter fed Bruno by summoning an intricate wheeled machine to deliver the newly made meal directly into Bruno's mouth.
"What is going on here?" Zhou asked slamming both hands on the table, losing his patience. "Am I in Heaven? Hell? I vaguely remember dying and my companion here has clearly been dead for a while." Spontaneously he picks up the check and scoffs. "While in life I could have afforded such an exorbitant amount, no single dish is worth this!" He tosses it with much disrespect onto the table. "As the chief military commander of the Kingdom of Wu, I demand an explanation!" | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,215 | 258 | 8 | 1,872 | 1,651 | While the main waiter had since already vanished, Zhou's outburst did not go unnoticed, for there was still the smaller waiter, still fruitlessly picking at non-existent crumbs and dirt specks with the chop sticks. He jumped out of his skin (literally! he stood before them now with his muscles and blood vessels showing, the skin and nice suit now lying on the floor like a discarded sack!) in shock and fear. Well, maybe not fear per say, but a mocking pretend fear, like someone was merely imitating the emotion in a condescending manner. Regardless, the tiny waiter (wait, he still had an afro despite not having any skin left?) picked up his discarded outer organ and dashed off, out of sight.
No sooner had the tiny, skinless waiter vanished did the two hear a voice seemingly materialize from nowhere. "I see your point, sir. You are most certainly correct, there is a mistake on the check. Please allow me to fix this error for you." The main, larger waiter had spoken, but from where had he come? It was as though he were not there, and suddenly he was. The man picked up the check, then suddenly he was wearing a visor over his head and was running a spool of paper through an accountant's calculator. He typed across some numbers, yanked the lever that moved the paper on to the next line, then continued to do the same, all the while he spoke at a rapid pace.
"In addition to the meal price, we've got to take into consideration the charge for entertainment, atmosphere, running the oven, supply and demand, electric, property rental, smoke alarms, service fee, wages for my staff, wages for the staff of my other establishment, wages for my sword and gun, wages for cleanup, purchase of the vacuum cleaner, running water, gratuity fee, appetizers, smell-itizers, decor, cleanup of the mess Bruno here made, aaaaaaaand of course there's the feeding service for our disabled guest. All in all your bill proper comes out to $9,465,362.01. Plus tax." He casually tossed aside the calculator and placed the new bill atop the table for Zhou and Bruno to look over. As the mechanical device crashed through the window (which instantly repaired itself) the two could have sword they heard the sound of a cat screeching in pain. "Remember to tip 15%" the odd waiter added, with a wink. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,216 | 258 | 9 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny trudged into her storage unit, got inside, and locked it. Today had been a good day. While plastic or resin skeletons long since replaced real ones, now and again, she got paid to just hang there and be educational.
It helped to know people in this town, and more importantly, other monsters with connections. Work was slower in January, when there weren't really any plays or haunted houses or crime shows needing bone props. So she let herself hang for an easy $100 through the monster agency while a bunch of kids learned the bone song.
She may or may not have swayed to the tune behind the teacher's back, to the laughter of the class. Or held still when the teacher turned to see what was so funny. Or got more daring with bolder moves like waving to the kids, doing kicks in her dance, and pretending to sing along.
The kids could assume their confused teacher was a very good actor, though she sneaked in one last wave as the agency wheeled her out.
Benny felt around for the lamp she kept to the side. Being dead and with no use for a kitchen or plumbing, the storage unit worked perfectly well for her, and was so much cheaper than renting! This particular location was owned by a gremlin who fixed some of the units up with electricity.
The room lit up to reveal her clothing rack over to the left, completely taking up that wall with all her costumes, clothes, and shoes lined up underneath, her chaise lounge to the right, as far as she could get it from the werewolf’s unit, her chests and boxes of knick-knacks along the back wall, her vanity by the costumes, and her bookshelf in the far right corner.
Benny stretched a bit, several of her bones pleasantly cracking, then trudged over to the costume rack to pull on a lime green robe and matching slippers. A useless gesture to be certain, but who else was here to give a damn? She tied the robe around her spine, giving her a waist that would make Jessica Rabbit jealous, then walked over to the chaise lounge to relax. She hit the play button on the CD player beside it, then settled back on the lounge, arms behind her skull, one slippered foot crossed over the other as No Doubt filled the air.
She only had a few moments of peace when a terrible din suddenly shook her unit and everything in it. Benny bolted up suddenly, then looked over to the costume wall, where most of the noise originated. Annoyed, she got up and crossed the room to bang on the wall.
“Hey!” she shouted. “Settle down in there!”
She was met with more banging, followed by growls and snarling. Benny stared at the wall for a moment, before she reached up and skull-palmed.
“Damn it. I forgot it was a full moon tonight.”
Benny went back by the lounge, then knelt in front of it to get to a box underneath. She rifled through her CDs until she found Chopin, and switched out the discs. Only seconds after piano music filled the unit did the racket in the adjoining one die down. Benny settled back on her chaise lounge, now pulling a matching lime green mask out of the robe pocket to cover her eye sockets.
At least she didn’t have to break out her flute this time.
Literally. | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,217 | 258 | 10 | 2,305 | 2,031 | This is outrageous! Zhou Yu exclaimed, "I know some nations that have less capital than this. No self-respecting restaurant would charge for something like 'the wages of employees of your other establishment'. You clearly don't know how run a business the costs of most of the things you mentioned are to be paid for over time, spread out thinly across every check of every customer for the next several months if not years. After you've paid off all your initial cost of investment, then you start gaining a significant profit. And besides, you mentioned gratuity already and then also ask for a tip even though they're the same thing. You also mentioned appetizers but I've had nothing besides this entree. And I see no entertainment in sight either. Tell me, is this Hell, and is dealing with your ineptitude my eternal punishment?" | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,218 | 258 | 11 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno sat there and listened to the man sitting in front of him's outburst. For some reason, the meaningless words got under Bruno's skill, and he wanted to agree violently with him. Bruno wanted to axe whoever was putting him through this. (Whatever this was). Bruno's not one for self-thought or self-leadership, he's been a minion his whole "life" and he has no plan of stopping.
Bruno was growing agitated now, and slammed his meaty fist onto the table and made an angry noise. "Graaagh!" He wanted his axe! He wanted...his axe! And whatever this other guy was on about! Bruno the axeman would stand for it no longer! | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,219 | 258 | 12 | 1,872 | 1,651 | The waiter had no choice in the face of this incredible outburst by both his guests but to... Slightly crinkle a single eyebrow. Yes, just one eyebrow. That was all. Well, that wasn't entirely all. He did choose to speak.
"Mister Yu, if this were indeed Hell, and your punishment was to sit through my 'ineptitude' as you put it, then what makes you believe I would bother giving you a straight answer? And what would the great young general have done to earn his place in Hell? Trust me, I've been there. You wouldn't want to go. As for the entertainment, well, is the ambience of this music not to your liking?" The afro man gave a twirl, and as he did so the coat tails on his suit lifted upward with the air. Once he finished spinning, the man looked entirely different! He was no longer a man, but a great big crocodile! A great big crocodile with a great big afro!
"How about you, Bruno? You strike me as the sort of man that enjoys a good joke. Something that hits your funny bone." No sooner had the crocodile finished speaking, a large stage appeared nearby and the entire restaurant looked different. In fact, it wasn't a restaurant at all! The group found themselves in the dark, brick covered walls of a comedy club! Meanwhile up on stage stood (well, reclined really) a skeleton. The skeleton wore a sleep mask as it reclined on a lounge, with multiple spotlights shining right on it. All this occurred in less than the time it took to blink.
"Ladies and gentlemen, zombies and grumpy Chinamen, presenting the queen of puns, the baroness of bones, the woman to put the humor in humorus, Benny Bones!" | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,220 | 258 | 13 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny had succumbed to something resembling sleep in that she at some point no longer noticed the piano music, or the occasional yip from the other storage unit that signified her werewolf neighbor for the most part settled down. Could one really sleep when they had no eyes to close or a physical brain to go into a REM cycle?
In any case, those were questions Benny long since gave up putting much thought into. What she did think about, however, was suddenly being pulled back into the waking world. Benny bolted upright then, not even registering the announcement until it mentioned her name. Even then, her mind went back to the Chopin music and her neighbor and the racket he’d been making earlier.
“What the---? Goddammit, Randy, settle down in the---!”
Benny lifted up her face mask up over her skull to a sudden bright spotlight, and would have winced had she had eyelids. She then picked out a stage, a microphone in front of her, and what she guessed to be a small audience. Only then did she briefly the recall the announcement she heard as it startled her awake. Something about “humor in humerus,” and then her name.
“Er, sorry about that,” she said, grinning. “Werewolf neighbor.”
Benny pushed herself off her chaise lounge, standing up and brushing down her robe. Was this a dream? Maybe it was a dream, but she was obviously the star of some kind of comedy show, and that was all the incentive needed to run with it.
“You can probably imagine with the full moon and the howling at night and the banging against the walls when you’re trying to sleep.”
Not exactly a planned routine, but the first rule in entertainment was to take any stumbles and roll with them. So she picked up the microphone and kept at it, reaching up only once to adjust the face mask on her skull like a headband to keep it in place.
“It’s like, ‘Hey man, I need to wake up on the right side of the coffin tomorrow! I’ve got a very important reaping! Can you keep it down?’ But hey, I try to be neighborly. It’s not like the guy asked to be a werewolf, you know?”
As she spoke, Benny’s eyesockets better adjusted to the bright spotlight, and she started to pick out the people in the crowd. A very fine Asian man in ancient robes, a half-rotted zombie in fantasy armor -- handsome guy -- and a crocodile with an afro. Another being might say this dream took a turn for the weird. For Benny, this oddly enough felt normal when half of her friends and neighbors were monsters and/or weirdos. Just ones she didn’t know, which was the only thing she considered weird about it.
“So I go to talk to him one night. Extend the arm of friendship. He accepted it---and my leg too! Gotta say, things were kind of awkward after that.” | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,221 | 258 | 14 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno was just about to try and...do something (he still wasn't sure what he was doing) when suddenly, a skeleton appeared on stage! They must be from where he came from! He had many a fond memory of decapitating adventurers along side skeletal warriors or magicians. They were faster and smarter than he was, and Bruno always wondered why he couldn't become one himself. Surely it was just a matter of time, right? But no, whatever magic kept him "alive" also disappointingly kept him from becoming an adept skeletal knight.
Either way, all of these thoughts reminded him of himself, and he was ready to fight someone.
He gave a loud, gurgly battle cry and clapped his hands together, and began whirling around his head, frantically searching for some kind of chopping device. Preferably, an axe. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,222 | 258 | 15 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu tried to keep his composure as the waiter turned into a dangerous beast. While the waiter didn't outright deny that they were in Hell, he seemed to imply that they weren't; and although he now promised entertainment, he had conveniently ignored several of Zhou Yu's other complaints.
Zhou turned to the stage with a skeptical anticipation, trying very hard to ignore the magical scenery transition as it did not agree with his mental sensibilities. But when a walking, talking skeleton appeared and started telling jokes, Zhou Yu sat stock still and very briefly did something which was a cross between a laugh and a cough, spitting a bit of blood in the process. The confusion, resultant frustration, and insanity of the situation was taking a toll on his health. Bruno then started having a second outburst, the first of which Zhou Yu had tried ignoring, but this time, after wiping the blood from his mouth, Zhou Yu turned to Bruno, "What is it, my good fellow? Do you need something?" | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,223 | 258 | 16 | 1,872 | 1,651 | At the punchline of Benny's joke, the crocodile-waiter-afro man let our hysterical laughter. He laughed and laughed and chortled and smiled a great big crocodile smile, then took to the floor and rolled around guffawing and laughing. This went on for at least two full minutes before he stood up again, on two legs, and wiped a tear from his right eye. Finally he addressed his three guests. He gestured for Benny to join them down on the main floor and pulled a chair out for her, which she suddenly found herself sitting in despite not having taken any steps.
"I believe that Bruno is searching for his axe. Don't worry my good man, here you are!" The being snapped his fingers (how does a walking afro-crocodile even do that?) and Bruno suddenly found his axe, for it was in his hand! Perhaps it was there the whole time, but who could really say for sure? "Well my guests, since you are unable to pay for your meals, and Benny is unable to pay booth rent for our comedy stage-" The performer pay the venue? Now that was a load. "-I'm afraid you'll have to work it off. Please, allow me to introduce myself... For I! Am! Crocus! God of Chaos! Master of the universe!"
As Crocus spoke, fireworks went off in the night sky above them (wait, hadn't there been a ceiling there?), each one exploding in the shape of his name. In fact, the stars spelled out his name. Repeatedly. And now he stood in front of a large billboard with a holographic 3D projection of his name. And where exactly was that hard rock guitar sound coming from? Was he truly a god? It would definitely explain some of the more bizarre happenings, that was certain, but how could his word be trusted? Was this all just a dream?
In case you're wondering, none of this is a dream." Crocus waved his palm and all the fanfare around them vanished without a trace. Well, all of it except for the hard rock guitar, for the sounds merely decreased from fortissimo to piano. "Here's the deal. We're going to have some fun for my amusement. When I feel that you have all paid off your tabs, you will be released back to your native environment. Zhou will even get a second chance to show up that jerkbag Zhuge Lang! And who knows, you may even get a little something something out of the experience for yourself. Sound good? Don't answer that, because you have no choice and I don't care." The crocodile snapped his fingers yet again, transforming into a fly. A perfectly normal, tiny fly. With an afro large enough for a normal man. He buzzed around them before landing on the table they all sat at. In the same instant, the group members noticed that some manner of device had appeared attached to their hips. For those that had belts, the device was lashed onto it. For those that didn't have belts, well, now they did. Your welcome.
The device looked remarkably like a beeper from the 1980s, but the digital readout currently stated Favor: 0 upon each. "For all the entertainment you provide me, you'll each earn Favor from me. Favor earns you favors. See what I did there? God's Favor? Favors? Eh? Eeeeeh? Shutup, it's hilarious. Anyway, between games you can use Favor to get anything you want from me, so long as you can afford it!" | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,224 | 258 | 17 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno stopped his outburst and clutched his axe tightly to his chest. He understood the strange god Crocus, more so than any other person that has talked to him in a while. A small, sentient part of his brain hoped his motor and communication skills would increase now that he was spending time with talking beings.
He eyed the beeper on his belt. He would investigate, but he was too busy holding onto his axe.
He looked over at the man next to him, "Crocus" had called him Joe, or something like that. He couldn't quite tell.
Anyway, Joe seemed to show some concern for Bruno, which he appreciated, so hopefully Joe would help the skeletal warrior and Bruno...
He was still not sure of what his ultimate goal was, but whatever it was, he was going to achieve it gloriously!
In the meantime, Bruno hunched down and scanned the room for something. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,225 | 258 | 18 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny gave her audience a chance to react, and if she could grin anymore, she would have. Zombie guy seemed to be enjoying himself, and gave what she assumed was upward applause, though the helicopter motions after were lost on her, Asian Prince showed something she took as amusement up until she spotted the blood, and the crocodile...well, her story and punchline must have been top notch, based on how he was literally rolling on the floor laughing.
“Thank you, thank you. I’m here all night, folks!”
Benny started to join in as the crocodile gestured, but before she could put one lime green-slippered foot in front of the other, she found herself sitting.
“Wow, what service! I’d get a drink if it wouldn't go right through me.”
The zombie man suddenly sported an axe, and weirdly enough, he seemed to settle down. When the crocodile spoke, Benny would have quirked a brow if she had one.
“Booth rent? Ha. Funny. Leave the jokes to the real comedians.”
She placed her arms behind her head, then one bony ankle crossed over the other on the table. Had she still been alive, the open robe below her belt would have left little to the imagination.
“But hey, anything can happen in a dream, so whatever.”
Then the crocodile introduced himself as the God of Chaos, and her position left her with a perfect view of the light show that followed. She even applauded when it finished. Now she could say this dream took a turn for the weird.
Except Crocus denied it was a dream. Benny wished there was a way to pinch herself, but no nerves meant no pain. Still, as she listened to his spiel, she tried to decide if she was amused or annoyed.
Yes, she decided at last, then sat up properly when Crocus became just an afro! ...No, the irritating buzzing meant he became a fly. The scale slid a little more toward “annoyed”.
A sudden weight at her pelvis got her attention. Benny glanced down to the belt -- obviously stronger and sturdier than her flimsy robe belt -- and beeper attached to it.
“The hell?”
She tapped the beeper curiously, then looked over at Crocus, before she looked over at the other two. The Asian Prince seemed the most frustrated of the three of them, and zombie brute...well, he seemed to be looking for something.
“Whatcha need, big guy?” | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,226 | 258 | 19 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu took deep breaths as he tried to come to terms with what he was seeing. Calming himself, he decided that he'd take everything in stride; after all, the Chinese pantheon had many gods, who's to say this wasn't one of them? Having regained his composure somewhat, Zhou took on a slightly smug attitude. "So we're here to entertain you? What, pray tell, can a humble strategist like myself do to humor the God of Chaos?" | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,227 | 258 | 20 | 1,872 | 1,651 | I am so glad you asked, Zhou! the fly exclaimed, buzzing right near the Chinese general's head. A second later and he transformed once again, this time into the form of a medieval knight wearing a full suit of plate armor. A red cross emblazoned across the chest of his armor, a steel longsword in his right hand, a helmet covering his entire head, yet the afro remained, perched atop the helm. He tapped each of Zhou's shoulders, and in an instant the young man felt his body surging with an unknown, mystical energy.
"I dub thee, Sir Yu, knight of the Round Cheese." As everyone blinked, the table they sat at transformed into a large wheel of Swiss Cheese, complete with holes. Crocus carved a piece out with his longsword, and somehow ate it right off the blade, through his helmet. A moment later he let out a massive, grotesque belch. As he did so, rainbow slinkies emerged from the face plate of his helm, which began to slink all around the room. Up the tables. Down the chairs. Along the walls. Atop the heads of the Mad God's "guests." All over, really. "I have granted you some magical powers, so now you'll be capable of a bit more than you normally would be. No need to thank me. You'll need them to keep up with Bruno and Benny. ANYWAY!"
Crocus slammed his metal-clad fist onto the cheese-table, which rippled like a pool of water, yet somehow remained solid enough for his fist to collide and come to a stop. "It's time for your first job. I'm going to transport you all into a whole new world, and no that isn't an Aladdin reference so don't ask. This is a story as old as time itself. A classic, really. There isn't anybody that doesn't know this story. For your very first mission I want you to rescue a beautiful princess from the horrible dungeon of the evil black knight!"
He spoke each word with a tone of reverence, like he held the idea of the story itself in some manner of esteem that was to be respected by even the most entitled. Once his little speech ended, the god of chaos straightened himself up, sheathed the longsword, and waved his hand. Suddenly, all went black for each of the three that had been gathered.
Prologue Complete
It felt as though existence itself had been torn from the perception of the trio summoned by Crocus. They existed, but didn't. They were aware, but there seemed to be nothing to be aware of around them. Darkness, emptiness, nothingness... But then little dots of light began to appear, one by one. Soon they were swarmed with small dots. Stars. The trio of Zhou Yu, Bruno the Undead Axeman, and Benny Bones were surrounded by stars in the black of space itself. They each had a moment to take in the sheer beauty of their surroundings, before they were interrupted by... Words? And a musical score blaring in their heads!
Star Wars Episode Won: An Old Franchise
Suddenly the trio found themselves within the cockpit of a spaceship. Benny sat in the pilot seat and now wore a black vest over her rib cage, along with a holster holding what appeared to be some kind of futuristic gun. On her right sat Bruno, who now found himself to be covered in brown fur, though thankfully he still had his axe. Zhou stood just behind the two undead members of the team, his robe now white and a small metal cylinder hung from a belt loop, which had some sort of handle grip that reminded the general of a sword, yet it contained no blade.
The ship shook violently, and the controls were unresponsive (assuming any of them would have even known how to operate them to begin with). In the distance they could see a large metal sphere, big enough to be a moon, to which they were being drawn toward. Without much time to think or get a handle on the situation, one thing became clear to all: They had a baaaad feeling about this. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,228 | 258 | 21 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu took some mild offense at being knighted by Crocus due to the fact that his undying loyalty was to his lord Emperor Sun Quan of Wu, but he kept his displeasure to himself.
When Crocus touched his shoulders he felt an unnatural surge, and a sudden influx of knowledge of what power he had been granted, noting that they were thematically apt, evoking the greatest, most successful battle of his life.
The next few seconds were absolutely stunning as he felt himself be whisked through darkness, and bursting out into the heavens, coming to a stop after the words and music had ended. Zhou Yu shook his head a bit to reorient himself and assess his surroundings. Him and his companions have had a change of clothes. They were in a metal house and it was nighttime outside with a splendid view of the moon. The funny thing about how the human brain processes large things like size and distance is that it doesn't. He couldn't tell initially that they were getting any closer to the moon-like object. Something unsettled him though; he wondered why he could not see the horizon outside the window. The Heavens crept downwards with no Earth in sight, but that was preposterous, the duality of Heaven and Earth was eternal since the Mythical Pang Gu split the primordial egg that floated in the void, thus creating the world. A stifled panic seized Zhou Yu, brought on by the thought that he was currently floating in that primordial emptiness before the creation of the world. To ignore this panic, he put on a smile and decided to introduce himself.
"Well, I suppose we should explore this house and look for this 'princess' our 'god of chaos' mentioned, but first, I don't think I've properly introduced myself. I am General Zhou Yu, style name: GongJin, of the Kingdom of Wu, ruled by the wise and benevolent Sun Quan." He picked the strange handle from his belt and began fiddling with it while waiting for his undead compatriots to give their names and statuses, though he already knew the skeleton was called 'Benny'. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,229 | 258 | 22 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno immediately felt uncomfortable. Not because of the complete shift in scenery and strange omega beings toying with him, but because suddenly he was covered in fur. Making a noise between a growl, a moan, and a gurgle that sounded like some strange 70's alien companion, Bruno began tearing at the strange substance on his skin.
This made him drop his axe, which he immediately scrambled to pick up. He looked outside, and saw a strange, floating white object. Looked like a face. A big, round, face. Bruno raised his axe and smashed the face, but there was some sort of wall of psychic energy. Or, perhaps, by his calculations, some sort of material or alloy superheated together with several other ingredients to create a brittle and transparent substance.
And it got in way of axe! He hit it again. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,230 | 258 | 23 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny was still reclined in her seat with her bony feet up on the table. When the world went black and came back, she was in the same position, though now she was sitting in a cockpit, and her heels unwittingly hit some controls. It only took one good jolt for her to quickly right herself. Instinctively, she started messing with the controls, trying to figure out how to work them and more importantly, if she could get the world to stop shaking for five minutes.
She got a glance of the big sphere ahead, and immediately put together what was going on.
"Oh, bones! That's no moon!"
Another moment of fiddling with the controls, before giving them up as a lost cause. Right then, it seemed, Zhou decided to make introductions. Benny turned her head completely around and grinned, not that she was really capable of any other expression.
"Benny Bones," she said, reaching a hand back to shake, "medical cadaver, part-time Halloween prop, world's greatest weight-loss champ, and---hey. Hey!"
She quickly turned to Bruno, who was trying to hack at the window.
"Don't do that! Lots of pressure plus puncture equals bad!" | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,231 | 258 | 24 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Bruno's second swipe with the axe bounced harmlessly off the see-through surface, causing no damage beyond a bit of a scuff. If he were to keep trying, he would eventually get somewhere. Meanwhile, the object outside the viewing window, the moon, continued to grow larger and larger as the team was drawn in closer. Two objects flew by as well, headed directly for the moon. They each resembled a large orb, connected to two flat semi-square sheets of metal by two axels. Ships of some manner, and within a few seconds they had disappeared from sight, landing somewhere in the big sphere. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,232 | 258 | 25 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Not a moon? Zhou Yu asked in response to Benny's exclamation, "What is it then?"
Just then the large undead axe man swung his axe, bouncing it off a transparent surface. "Whoa there, friend, calm down," Zhou Yu said, looking Bruno up and down, trying to figure out what was bothering him, "Does the fur bother you?" While waiting for a response, he examined the transparent surface, noting reflections and refractions, properties like ice and water, whereas tapping it reminded him of porcelain. Interesting material. Looking down he could see absolutely no ground beneath their metal house. Zhou Yu looked up, smiling, choosing to ignore that little tidbit of information.
Then two things flew overhead, perhaps little metal houses as well, though their shape made him think of chariots. They seemed to be heading toward the moon, which seemed bigger than before. Benny seemed to be struggling with the strange table in front of them full of instruments. Perhaps investigating their surroundings was a good idea. Zhou Yu noticed the handle dangling from his belt and picked it up, fiddling with it, staring down the hole at one end. Fortunately, he happens to turn it away from his face when he flipped the switch. Unfortunately, the penetrating shaft of blue light that came forth from the handle cut a dangling tube that started to slowly hiss out a gentle stream of steam. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,233 | 258 | 26 | 1,872 | 1,651 | After a moment of appearing to be some sort of blade composed of blue light, the object in Zhou's hands flickered, then died. Half a second later, confetti fired from the end, draping the cockpit all around. Hidden within the confetti was a small paper note that, if found, would read: You didn't think I was making it that easy, did ya? :D | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,234 | 258 | 27 | 2,301 | 766 | In a meadow far out into the French country side was a small cave. The entrance was mostly hidden by a bunch of plants and weeds that had grown from the last season or so. The cave itself was fairly quiet as it only had one known occupant inside, except for perhaps some random bugs and other creatures that managed to scurry in and out of the area. There was not much else to note about this particular cave except for some bowls with bones inside, odd looking utensils and embalming tools, and the remains of ancient candles.
Bondi, had started its day and life in general inside this cave. That is to say this purple ooze like creature did what it normally did at the start of the day. It practiced bouncing to see how high it could leap up today! In the process of bouncing up and down the horned skull it wore would move up and down on its blob like form! While its only other possession, a big red bow remained at the creatures center, practically stuck in the position. Bondi did occasionally try to scrape the walls with the horns to mark how high it had lost jumped, but it was often difficult to notice. Its greatest record could have been anywhere between 30 centimeters and 60!
In the process of bouncing up and down. Bondi wondered if it should venture outside the cave again today, its birthplace of sorts. Going outside to play games depended on whether or not it looked like it was going to rain and hopefully it wouldn't. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,235 | 258 | 28 | 1,360 | 79 | Yeah, if I've got my sci-fi right, that's a space-station.
Benny once more tried the controls, pushing buttons and turning levers. A fruitless effort, but it gave her a small sense of control. She jumped in her seat from the bang of confetti.
"Yeesh! Heartbeat check---yep, still gone, but death doesn't make you immune to loud noises."
Benny turned back to Bruno, abandoning the controls as she grabbed his arm to hold it back, not that her frame would do much good.
"No, no, no! Save it for the battle, big guy!" | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,236 | 258 | 29 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Bondi's playful jumping came to a bizarre end when the little slime jumped up... But didn't come back down. It still felt the rush of air, as though it were falling, and still saw the cave wall in front of it, but nothing was actually moving. A quick look down would tell Bondi everything it needed to know, or at least enough. Below the little slime had appeared a large fan, the kind used for indoor skydiving, which kept the slime creature held aloft.
"Hello Bondi la Vie!" spoke a cheerful, almost vulpine voice. It had come from somewhere above Bondi. Somewhere right above Bondi. The little slime's bow hopped off of its head, floating in front of Bondi, now inexplicably with an enormous afro. "Hiya! Sorry I don't have time to give you the same introduction as the others (well actually I do because I'm a god that can stop all time but I'm not speaking for me but the 26 year old office monkey that controls my actions) so instead take my card!"
The afro'd bow slid a paper card inside of Bondi, which near instantly broke down and was absorbed by the slime's body. As it did so, Bondi was given new memories of a fancy French restaurant, three other figures, the god that gave them their task, the stars in the sky, and finally...
Suddenly Bondi appeared aboard the bridge of the Millennium Falcon, about seven feet up in the air. The ship's artificial gravity pulled the slime creature straight down, amidst all the confetti and the others in the group. Bondi's bow was back in place, and now had a strange blue and white design. Bondi wouldn't have much time for introductions, however. The large sphere outside of the window was looming every closer, and now there was nothing else that could be seen.
The battle station, as Benny put it, could be seen in greater detail now, and it was enormous. Various towers stood on the surface of the thing, as well as what appeared to be large cannons. Lights flickered to and fro, while a teeny tiny opening could be spotted in the distance that was only growing larger. It became apparent to all on board, even Bruno, that they were being pulled into that hole. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,237 | 258 | 30 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno was confused. The big white face was only sucking them further in, protected by the glass infront of them. His undead compatriot was grabbing him by the arm, an obvious motion of "stop doing what you are doing". But at the same time, the skeleton was saying one of the few words Bruno recognized: "battle". So what was it? Battle? Or stop?
...Well, Bruno knew he wasn't that clever. So perhaps, the skeleton had a plan. Maybe, they were to let the face suck them in, and then kill it from the inside!
Bruno did a double take.
Face?
That wasn't a face.
What was he thinking about a face?
That's stupid.
He wasn't sure what it was, but now that it was closer, even Bruno could tell that it wasn't a giant axeable face. Bruno made a noise of confusion and let the skeleton person pull him back down into his seat. He only had access to so many synapses a minute, after all. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,238 | 258 | 31 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Bondi was definitely caught by surprise by the sudden rush of air that was holding it up. It was really interesting and perhaps even a little fun really although it remained quite oblivious as to what was causing it. Bondi had chosen not to look down toward whatever was keeping it aloft but instead looked slightly upward. As its bow had somehow began talking all of a sudden, and it also managed to have hair as well. “Hi!” it would quickly and excitedly return the greeting. “others?” Bondi seemed to tilt its head of sorts before having a card slipped inside of it which was quickly broken down.
Dozens of memories and images were quickly passed through its mind of sorts. Not all of them were fully analyzed by the point that it randomly appeared on board the bridge of the Millennium Falcon. It had very little time to react outside letting out a small “Eep!” before falling down toward the floor. It would immediately splat and spread across the floor for a few moments and its skull perhaps clank against the floor. It would take a minute or two to rather pull itself back together, taking a bit longer than a few
seconds because of the sudden surprise of the situation.
It was not able to notice much about those around it, or that the ship was coming closer to something quite yet. It might be noticed as a bit of a puddle spreading across the floor that’s sucking itself back together. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,239 | 258 | 32 | 1,360 | 79 | While her face was permanently grinning, Benny's posture showed her relief when Bruno settled down.
"That's right, big guy," she said, patting his arm assuredly. "Save it for the Storm Soldiers, or Starship Troopers, or whatever they're called."
She then turned to see what Zhou was shouting about, then looked down at the floor.
"Okay, my memory's fuzzy on some stuff, but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to do that."
She glanced up at Zhou, ignoring the strange splotch on the ground for a moment.
"Er...yeah, we'll go with that," she said, nodding to his understanding of the space station.
She went silent for a moment. Sure, she was blanking a bit on the proper term for the white-armored soldiers, but Darth Vader was pretty well-known in her world, and that he probably wouldn't be too kind to passengers of the Millennium Falcon.
"Uh...sure," she said, more than happy to let him do the talking, "but our mission is to rescue the princess, so...best to be on guard."
Movement caught her eye socket from below, and Benny looked down to the puddle, which was gathering back into itself and gaining shape.
"Oh, don't tell me this is a Flubber crossover too!" | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,240 | 258 | 33 | 1,872 | 1,651 | The Millennium Falcon drew ever closer to the space station Death Star, now closing the gap between itself and the large rectangular opening the crew was being drawn toward. Their movement became noticeably slower, more precise, as they entered what could only be described as a dock for space ships. Out the window the four could make out two kinds of people. The first looked more dangerous, covered completely head to toe in some kind of semi-reflective white armor, holding black metal rifles. The second, far less numerous, appeared to be normal people wearing officers uniforms of a dark green and naval caps. Their chest had various colored pins over the heart-side of their breast, presumably to denote some kind of importance like rank. The green-clad officers gave orders to the white-armored grunts, and a squad of the soldiers gathered together, rifles at the ready.
The ship would only be moving for another ten second or so before it came to a complete stop. After that... | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,241 | 258 | 34 | 2,301 | 766 | It was time.
The time for war has arrived.
When Bruno saw the people, several connections were made in his head. Were these connections logical? Based on reasonable assumptions? Probably not. But he saw what anyone would be able to recognize as an army, and they had forced him to come to their sphere of doom. There was only ONE solution for this. And it involved, most predominately, the blade of his axe. He stood from his seat and gripped his axe. There was a sense of clarity in his mind. He walked past his comrades, over the strange slime thing, and walked determinedly to his destiny.
Due to the shape of the ship, he quickly ended up back where he started. This didn't seem to wane his determination though, as he continued to walk forward, holding his axe. He made a second pass after a short while.
Meanwhile, Bruno was thinking about how much larger the ship was than he originally thought. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,242 | 258 | 35 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Bondi slowly but surely had pulled itself back together from the puddle on the floor. It was now a more round form of slime that was tilting itself this way and that in order to test its balance. The skull that was on top of its ‘head’ would seem to likely move and lean about with it and it takes a few moments to seemingly readjust itself. Before turning to look at the rest of the crew or the rest of those that were upon the ship rather excitedly. It was doubtful that they would notice such an expression of excitement at this type of odd ‘game’ if it weren’t for the fact that Bondi was practically bouncing up and down.
It remained rather oblivious to the people outside the ship at the moment. It had barely had the time to look at the crew members on board rather than those who were outside of the ship. “Hiii!” Bondi would practically shout but was mostly interrupted by Bruno walking over or past it, carrying an axe. Did they need to chop down a tree for fire wood? Bondi pondered, and thought about how it would rather avoid the fire with a bit of a shiver flowing through out its gel like form. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,243 | 258 | 36 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny let Bruno go, more intrigued with the slime thing that she assumed came from Zhou's lightsaber. It formed into a ball and bounced and jiggled. Weird, but she should expect this from the God of Chaos, shouldn't she? It made a noise as Bruno stepped over it, though the axeman's heavy footfall diminished a lot of it.
As Zhou left to follow Bruno, she got out of her seat. The slimy thing shivered. She crouched down to better be at its level.
"...What are you?"
Benny carefully reached one long, bony finger to poke it. Might as well be her; if it was toxic, she had nothing to worry about, and since it hadn't melted through the floor and "wore" a skull, she assumed it wasn't acidic.
When Zhou came back, she looked up, just gave him her permanent grin.
"Took you this long to notice?" she said, cheerfully, regarding Bruno.
She hesitated as he gave her credit for the landing.
We'll go with that, she thought, and not that this thing's stuck on autopilot.
"Lucky bone," she said with a shrug. "Never leave home without it." | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,244 | 258 | 37 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Bondi seemed to have fully pulled itself together for the moment so that was somewhat relieving to itself. Otherwise it might not be able to jump as high as it wanted when it wanted to do so. On the other hand it was somewhat disappointed to a lesser degree that very few had noticed it until Benny had approached it.
It seemed the skeleton lady had crouched down to face it. “Bondi la vie!” The slime would say excitedly and begin bouncing a little or rather seeming to jiggle up and down in an upbeat response to the attention and question.
As Benny reached out toward Bondi it tried to understand a bit further of what she was doing. “You’re it!” the creature shouted in the sudden false realization, or perhaps simply to drag her into the game. Bondi would quickly react by morphing and shaping its body to curve away from the bony finger, before trying to make its quick get away if successful! Letting out a chuckle, and a smile, if an absence of goop below the jaw area counted as a smile that is! | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,245 | 258 | 38 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Zhou Yu assessed the troops and officers, seeing discipline in the former, and arrogance in the latter. Both could be manipulated if one played their cards right.
As he searched for a door, he found a button, glancing back towards the control room and casually noting Benny playing with Bondi. "It speaks," Zhou Yu thought, surprised that he no longer felt surprised that a green blob could communicate better than a dead axeman.
When lieutenant Quary made his demands, Zhou Yu introduced himself by shouting through the door, "I am Grand General Zhou Yu of the Kingdom of Wu. We are preparing to relinquish ourselves peacefully into your custody. I do however request to be greeted by someone of my equivalent rank as per custom. If someone cannot be found, then the closest thing you have to nobility will suffice. I am preparing to open the door now." Zhou Yu pressed the button and prayed to the gods that it was the control to the door. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,246 | 258 | 39 | 1,360 | 79 | The slime moved away from her, and Benny would have blinked in amazement if she had eyelids.
"I freakin' called it!"
Benny got back on her bony feet and set about trying to grab Bondi.
"C'mere!"
She was about to grab the little blob when Quary's announcement got her attention. That...didn't sound good. Benny then turned her skull to see where the purple blob thing went. Upon spotting the little purple ball, she made it a point to quickly detach her left arm, gripping the end of her humerus to have a full extension. Benny then swung her arm out to try to grab Bondi before it could bounce away again.
The thing could speak, and that alone told her the Chaos God probably sent it for a reason. Lulz, most likely, but still a reason.
She really wished she paid more attention to this movie at Freddy Wulf's sci-fi party instead of playing popcorn pranks. Still, she knew enough to know to play along for now and see how Zhou handled it. | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,247 | 258 | 40 | 2,301 | 766 | Bruno stopped his endless circle and finally came to a stop behind Zhou. Zhou seemed to know what he was doing, and Bruno was ready to lead the charge. He paid no mind to the funny little slime thing, and instead began concocting a complicated and well-thought out strategy in his mind.
Step 1: axe
Excellent.
Plan in place, Bruno gripped his weapon in both hands and looked at the wall that Zhou was looking at. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,248 | 258 | 41 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Bondi would continue to play with Benny for the time being. The purple slime was quite enjoying the simple game of tag with the skeleton. It would mostly toy with the other trying to let the skeleton get close enough to try and grab at the slime and then very slightly the slime would bend its form or shape away or around the boney fingers if they ever got close enough. Trying not to make things seem too unfair in the game of tag.
It was rather oblivious to the talking that was in the background. Bondi was rather focused on the rather intense and closed quarters of tag with Benny for the time being. It would let out a chuckle as Benny shouted a bit and grabbed toward the Purple Slime yet again. It would seem focusing on the intense game of tag had rather paid off as Benny had extended her reach even further! As Benny swung, Bondi may have made the wrong or right move by jumping upward! It would be trying to avoid Benny’s swing by jumping upward roughly thirty or so centimeters upward (unless something got in the way), however it would have to come back down soon afterward..
The purple slime would rather hope to escape Benny’s grasp, but it could probably be caught on the way back down. If Benny could swing back over fast enough, that is.. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,249 | 258 | 42 | 2,301 | 766 | TIME TO SET HIS PLAN IN MOTION!
The doors opened up, and Bruno quickly examined the situation. Four impractically armored soldiers with pathetic looking metal stick weapons, and a fancy looking man that, although Bruno couldn't quite make out what was being said, he sounded like a prick. Something also brewed inside Bruno, that made these people look...extremely axe-able.
And so, Bruno, after standing blankly for a few mere moments, screamed a gurgly battle cry and charged down the ramp and swung his mighty axe directly at the spindly neck of Lieutenant Quary! | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,250 | 258 | 43 | 1,360 | 79 | Both of Benny's arms snapped straight as she finished the swing.
Damn! So close!
But the creature was coming down, and she had enough leeway to bend her right arm, swinging her still-erect left arm just enough to catch the slime thing as it came down again.
"Gotcha!"
Keeping a decent grip (and hoping the purple slime didn't just decide to melt in her bony fingers and leak to the floor), Benny reached to push her left arm back in its socket. And none too soon, because it looked like they were in serious trouble. She only caught snippets of Zhou's conversation with the soldiers, but General Quary's response was enough that negotiations hadn't gone well.
This just got better and better, didn't it?
Before any of them could respond or react, Bruno took initiative. Considering the axeman's obvious cabin fever and attempts to crack the window, she decided to stay out of his way. Benny briefly remembered the pistol in its holster on her new vest, and grabbed for it. She would wait for Bruno's retreating form to get out of the way and give her a clear shot at one of the storm soldiers, and hope that it didn't shoot confetti when she tried it. | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,251 | 258 | 44 | 1,244 | 9,383 | Bondi was a bit disappointed that it was caught on its way back down. It had landed in Benny’s palm, or maybe the skeletal and bone like equivalent of it. As it landed Bondi’s form may seem to briefly bounce or jut downward and upward a few times before coming to a stop, a gelatinous like movement from it. “Tsk!” Bondi would say in its own defeat. It may be one of the best bouncing competitors it knew, but it need to learn to bounce even higher! Either that or learn how to control its own fall a bit more but that didn’t seem as fun.
The purple slime indeed not just spread out through Benny’s fingers at the moment. It was choosing not to do so for the brief time since it was trying to make a decision. Did the game simply end because Bondi was caught for a moment, or would it continue until they were tired out? Bondi forgot to think of these things before starting the actual match. On another note, Bondi’s form would likely be slippery to hold onto it seeing as it was, slime.
It barely noticed the hiss of air coming from the front door opening. The battle cry from the Axe-man who nearly stepped upon Bondi earlier was definitely brought to attention however. It seemed they (Bruno) had rushed out of the area. It was at first assumed that they were running away from the new tagger but once Bondi saw the axe a shiver ran down its body. Bondi at least had the general assumption that the Axe-man was planning to swing it, and likely at somebody. It did not particularly notice whom.. | Name: Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn’t tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running ‘downward’ or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1’3”.
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a ‘normal’ shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its ‘mind’ of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn’t impressive as other feats.
As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.
Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
Favor: 0 |
9,252 | 258 | 45 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Captain Supremo dashed away, a true hero always on the prowl for new crimes to halt, new innocents to save. He vanished from sight of the eyes of the people of Grand City... And everyone else in the world too! The good Captain became a twinkle in the sky to those below, but to him he kept shooting up and up and up and up, faster and faster and faster, until finally Captain Supremo broke the atmosphere, flying out into the vast blackness of space! The stars and planets zoomed by at speeds even his senses couldn't detect! Yet he needn't have worried about breathing as he shot around blindly in the black emptiness, for it was as though he had his own internal supply of oxygen. A most peculiar detail, but then what wasn't peculiar about this entire situation?
"Captain Supremo, wowzers golly gee willikers, can I have your autograph sir?" came the voice of what could only be a prepubescent fan. Here, in space? And how could sound move through the vacuum? This situation just got stranger and stranger by the second! Yet the bizarre nature of Captain Supremo's latest adventure only intensified further as what could only be described as a giant space whale, with a tremendous afro, swam through empty space up next to him.
"Greetings Captain!" the space whale announced in the same voice he had heard only moments before. "I must introduce myself. My name is Crocus, God! Of! Chaos! But that's just a side gig, my real calling in life is as a goat farmer, potion maker, king of the squirrels, king of Five Nights at Freddy's, Loot Crate unboxer, atomic warhead destabilizer, and of course the most satisfying and fulfilling job anybody can imagine, mother of a trio of adorable bears. Now I know what you're thinking. 'Platypus bear? Skunk bear? Armadillo bear? Gopher bear? No, just bear. I know, weird right? But I digress."
In an instant the space whale transformed into a man. A man that wore a nice blue suit, red neck tie, carrying a briefcase, but the afro remained. Though the man stood still, looking composed and professional (save for his ridiculous hair), he flew backward just in front of the superhero as Supremo tumbled around listlessly. The man then pulled out a series of 7 DVDs from his briefcase, then levitating toward Supremo. Once close enough, the good Captain stopped tumbling, some invisible force keeping him straight and still. The man then shoved the DVDs down Supremo's throat with more force than even Supremo himself was capable of mustering at the height of his strength. As each one went down, the superhero absorbed their knowledge. In an instant he not only saw entire movies playing out in his head, but he knew them. An original trilogy, beloved by an entire world, defining an era. A trilogy of prequels, disappointing to say the least. The first of a new trilogy, updated, also loved, a return to greatness. The afro-suited man gave Supremo a smile.
"I decided to spare you the torment of the Holiday Special. No need to thank me, I know I am a generous and benevolent god. You are most welcome. Now here is the deal, Captain Supremo. I'm going to have a little fun with you. I've already recruited four others, and they will be your team. Think of them as your own personal Justice Force, my friend. I send you on missions that I find entertaining, and award you with Favor, with which you can get favors from me. As long as you have enough saved up, as indicated on your Favor-tracker-" A device resembling a beeper manifested on Captain Supremo's belt. "-You can ask for anything, aaaaanything at all. Except your freedom. That's up to my ever-changing whims. Hehehehehehehehehehehehe! Now you're about to begin your first mission with hte others, hooooold on tiiiight!"
The afro-man vanished from sight, but something else loomed forward. A small gray sphere steadily got bigger and bigger as Captain Supremo zoomed toward it uncontrollably, until it was close enough for him to recognize: The Death Star.
"Open fire!" Lieutenant Quary cried out as Bruno charged forward with his axe. The troopers around all pointed their metal sticks at the zombie axeman and all at once a barrage of technicolor laser bolts blasted forth from them. Wow, these guys were pitiful shots. Bruno was so beefy, and so close. How were they missing him like this when-Oop, spoke too soon. A single red bolt struck Bruno in the chest, leaving a large, smoking burn in the undead's body. The force of the bolt was enough to shove him back a foot or two, but it could not stop him.
The troopers, giving pause after having shot Bruno, clearly thought that the danger had passed. After all, who keeps coming after a blaster shot right over the heart? Apparently Bruno. The troopers faltering caused the untimely death of Lieutenant Quary as the zombie's axe cleaved down upon the officer's neck. With only a short cry the man toppled over dead.
Benny took aim at one of the troopers and fired with her own side arm, the blaster she found attached to her hip. The skeleton's aim was true (even though she has no eyes, yohohoho! Skull joke!) and a single bony finger pulled the trigger. What shot out was not a condensed plasma bolt, but a little flag with an intricate embroidery of an afro and the word "BANG!" Well. That was useful.
At that moment a tremendous stroke of luck occurred. The open hanger leading out into the dead of space was suddenly invaded by a fast moving object! Said object collided with half of the troopers, scattering them all around like bowling pins, their armor and bones cracking from the sheer force of the collision as they splattered all about. Captain Supremo skid along the hanger floor, bouncing up and down three times before finally hitting the far side wall with a loud CLANG! A moment later and he was able to take in the scene. A number of stormtroopers were scattered about, broken and dead thanks to the nature of his arrival, but just as many had been able to dodge, or weren't close enough to be hit. They appeared to be in a state of confusion, but quickly found themselves recovering. He was in the hanger of the Death Star. The Millennium Falcon sat parked nearby, the exit ramp down. Standing on the ramp was a young man of Asian origin wearing a white robe, while at the foot of the ramp stood some sort of axe-toting zombie, covered in brown fur. He could also make out what appeared to be a bang flag sticking out from a blaster pistol, but the figure holding it was just inside the ship, out of sight.
Meanwhile the stormtroopers began to recover and regroup. "Blast-em!" one shouted. Two began firing off at Bruno, while three took and and fired at Captain Supremo, who had just noticed he was not wearing his standard hero uniform, but a plain brown robe. At least he still had his mask. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,253 | 258 | 46 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Before Zhou Yu could respond to Lieutenant Quary's smug impertinence, Bruno threw himself at the Imperial Forces, axe in hand. While Bruno tore through the Stormtroopers like an angry, vengeful space-knight-in-training tearing through a village of defenseless sand-people, Zhou Yu wanted to yell out, "No, Anikin, no!" but decided against it. He may not know the undead axeman's name, but that didn't mean he could go calling him whatever he wanted. And where did the name 'Anikin' come from, anyways? Zhou quickly dismissed the ridiculous name from his mind and focused on matters at hand. While the diplomatic option had been torn asunder, Zhou Yu was the sort to make a good situation out of a bad one. Besides, right now, it appeared that Bruno was capable of overpowering the troopers and their surprisingly low accuracy weapons. Zhou Yu slipped back into the Falcon watched the violence unfold. To be quite honest, he was at a bit of a loss. In a moment of inspiration, he remembered the zooming words that he had failed to read. Turning to Benny and her gag-gun, he asked, "Were we supposed to be doing something here, other than resisting arrest?" A loud noise distracted him momentarily, but he kept an ear open for Benny's reply. looking out the cockpit window, he saw a robed figure fly in and plow through more soldiers. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,254 | 258 | 47 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny heard the gun go off, a small bang. This did not have the distinct p-chew, p-chew she expected of such a futuristic weapon, and upon seeing the wavy red cloth, saw red herself.
"Damn him!" she cried, though honestly, she should have expected this. Zhou Yu's lightsaber shot confetti before.
Speaking of the lightsaber...
Thinking quickly, Benny hurled the purple slime ball at one of the weird white soldiers. She wasn't sure what she expected, honestly, but the purple thing came from the lightsaber, and the actual weapons given did nothing. Maybe this silly thing might actually be useful!
"Yeah," Benny replied, aiming the pistol at one of the soldiers, just to see if the flag would shoot out like a dart.
Pretty sure she saw that in a cartoon once.
"We've got to get inside and rescue the princess. Don't ask me how; I didn't watch this part." | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
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9,255 | 258 | 48 | 2,301 | 766 | Bondi had remained inside of Benny’s hand a bit unsure of whether or not the game had still been going on. It noticed that Benny was raising the gun, but seeing as it was pointed elsewhere the creature was somewhat relieved. Its focus could not be drawn away from the weapon however, continuing to stare at it warily for the most part as it seemed a little dangerous. The creature did not seem to notice much of the battle and occurrence outside of the ship just yet.
Once Benny had pulled the trigger, a flag poked out! The gun was actually a small toy of some sort! Bondi would let out a bit of a chuckle at it and form a sort of smile under its skull. It was a pretty convincing and cool toy, unless it is pointed at you, Bondi thought to itself. It seemed Benny was upset at someone, maybe they broke the toy and it wasn’t supposed to work like that. As Benny referred a ‘him’ Bondi would simply ask “Who?”.
Well, that was until it was immediately thrown a second later. Which was both thrilling and kind of scary! The slime would indeed form a spherical shape as it flew! The creature was very light and did not have a particular grip onto anything as it was held, so it would simply fly off toward whatever direction it was thrown! Seeing as it was caught a bit off guard, again, the creature would likely splat around and cover whatever surface it had made contact with! Likely reforming to its shape a few seconds or so afterward. If it did manage to hit a trooper, it would try and work its way through any possible cracks in the suit to ‘tag’ them. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,256 | 258 | 49 | 1,244 | 9,383 | This was new...was this a new power that allowed him to fly? to breath in space? to see something weird as hell pop up in front of him wearing an afro? Whatever Supremo was thinking, he just couldn't come up with a logical answer. He thought this was the workings of Toon Meister the being that could bend reality itself until Crocus introduced himself, shoving the dvds that Supremo, in his mind, thought he was going to choke on and learning everything he needed to know in an instant in his mind.
"What the- what is this? where am I-" Crocus interrupted him explaining why he was "chosen", which sounded like slavery in his mind but being that this so-called "god" so far controlled Supremo's movements, he had no choice but to go along with this being taken somewhere he's never been to. There was more questions Supremo had but being hurled towards the deathstar for a mission to join up with a team, the questions could be answered later.
Crashing into the hangar, laying out many troopers, and finally coming to a stop after bouncing like a ball, Supremo looked at his new outfit, checking the scenery around him noticing a few strange beings, looking bewildered "Damn...stormtroopers...wait....what?" Supremo was welcomed with a few laser blasts, getting into a defensive mode, covering up taking to shots until looking behind him at another storm trooper. With the robe getting quite holey, he gave a leap to the trooper behind him, grabbing the soldier by the ankle and tossing him towards the other troopers like a fetching stick. "Mountains crumble from the blow of my mighty Supremo punch...you'll have to come at me with something much more powerful to stop me...for I am CAPTAIN SUPREMO!!! Face me villains!!!" he shouted out in a pose where his fists rested on his hips and the confident smile stretched across his face. | Name: Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn’t tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running ‘downward’ or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1’3”.
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a ‘normal’ shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its ‘mind’ of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn’t impressive as other feats.
As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.
Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
Favor: 0 |
9,257 | 258 | 50 | 1,872 | 1,651 | The fighting carried on through Captain Supremo's declaration and Bruno's raging assault. The troopers were starting to hit more accurately now, with Bruno taking three more bolts to the chest. The condensed plasma shots burned deep into his dead flesh and the force knocked him on his ass. At least he had taken another trooper with him. Meanwhile a trooper was about to shoot Zhou when suddenly a little purple slime collided with his helmet. The trooper spun around just as he shot, the bolt that would have struck true instead zooming right passed Zhou'd face and harmlessly striking a wall inside the Millennium Falcon.
"Aah! AAH! GET IT OFF! IT'S CRAWLING IN! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR IS THI-KAKGRGL!" Clearly trouble, panicking even, the trooper stumbled around in a vain attempt to pull Bondi out of his helmet, but the hand guards of his armor prevented him from working his motor skills so finely. Wow, he must really hate being it, huh?
Benny took aim with the blaster a second time and shot at another trooper, in hopes that the gag "bang" flag would do something beneficial. The result? Well "beneficial" might have been a bit strong of a word. The flag shot out like a dart, just as hoped, but the end result was for from anything the hard headed skeleton could have anticipated. The flag grew and grew and grew until it was a large as a tremendous tapestry, draping over everyone in the fight. Troopers and allies alike found themselves ensnared beneath the giant bang flag like a net, including Bruno and Captain Supremo!
Speaking of Captain Supremo, before the sudden appearance of a giant net-gag-flag, a single bolt from one of the trooper's blaster rifles managed to hit him square in the solar plexus. It burned a hole in his white super suit, knocking the wind out of him, but luckily his toughness prevented any real harm from being done.
Meanwhile, a couple officers overlooking the scene in the control room, which hung overhead just on the far side of the hanger up above Captain Supremo, began working some buttons. A moment later a siren went off echoing through the halls. The intrepid group brought together by Crocus could hear the alarm, but just how far did it extend? The situation did not look good. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,258 | 258 | 51 | 2,305 | 2,031 | "We've got to get inside and rescue the princess. Don't ask me how; I didn't watch this part."
"A princess?" Zhou Yu asked, "How peculiar." In Chinese culture, princesses did not hold the same kind of mystical allure as they did in Western cultures, although part of it was also due to the fact that Zhou was used to dealing with members of court.
He watched as Benny tried the gun again, this time actually doing something useful. "Amazing," he noted in awe, "perhaps I should try this handle again," he fidgeted with the lightsaber. Zhou Yu watched as Benny threw Bondi at a soldier, and ducked away in alarm as the stormtrooper's shot missed him. Deciding to take cover, Zhou pointed the handle out the door opening, pressing the switch, hoping it would launch globs of purple slime balls at the troopers, since Bondi's attack seemed to have been quite effective. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,259 | 258 | 52 | 2,301 | 766 | Now, while a certain role-player may wish he had created Bruno with lesson-learning intelligence, he didn't, and now he has stick with his guns.
So, Bruno stood up, got a solid grip on his axe, and surprise surprise, unsteadily ran towards the Stormtroopers who shot him. It was a no-win situation for everyone involved, but this is a shit sandwich that everyone has to take a bite out of.
Bruno's rusted axe covered in trooper jelly was primed and ready for yet another storm troopers helmeted forehead. He never tired of the crunching sound of axe colliding Styrofoam armor.
What was Bruno thinking? Nobody knows. Saving a princess? The group may have to stop Bruno from axe-ing said princess. Who knows? Nobody; That's who. And guess what? Nobody isn't talking. They don't call him Nobody "Tight-lips" Johnson for nothing. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
Favor: 0 |
9,260 | 258 | 53 | 1,360 | 79 | Bondi would continue with the game at hand. Letting out an internal giggle at the trooper’s attempts to avoid being tagged! The trooper would not get away now, they were definitely going to be it! Bondi would let out another internal giggle to itself. Bondi the slime would immediately try and poke at the trooper’s forehead or rather, ‘boop’ it as to tag the poor trooper.
If successful, Bondi would come up with the bright idea to fill up or stay inside the entire helmet! One could not tag another if they could not touch them directly right? The slime doubted or rather did not think that directly being in contact with the person counted as being tagged, believing it would require more of an intended form of touching.
Sadly in the process of its playing around it had completely forgot that the person may in fact need to breathe! The purple slime or ooze that is Bondi may end up making getting air in and out, rather difficult through normal means if it slipped into the helmet entirely! It somewhat wanted a small playful revenge on Benny later, may the trooper would have to tag her instead! | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,261 | 258 | 54 | 1,244 | 9,383 | Standing in a pose as if he was part of a cosplay picture, Supremo watched in satisfaction how he was able to knock back some of these troopers but...but...the dick riding of himself came to a halt with a shot to his solar plexus as he took it to a knee. Winded and thinking about the last time he felt this sensation was when he drank orange juice and a very rich cinnamon roll that placed him on the toilet for a 5 minute release that felt like an eternity. Hell...this was after he gained his powers, so screwing up the sewage system from having the shit was fun to explain to the city.
When hearing the alarm go off, he noticed this tarp coming to cover them as he called out "I shall rip through this tarp like that of my shirt to show off my chest hairs and mighty pecks that not even the Greek gods would be able to stand the marvelous structure it has become!" he said trying to get from the tarp "My fellow leaguers....do anyone have such a plan to accomplish this mission?" He asked to anyone who was willing to listen. | Name: Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn’t tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running ‘downward’ or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1’3”.
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a ‘normal’ shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its ‘mind’ of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn’t impressive as other feats.
As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.
Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
Favor: 0 |
9,262 | 258 | 55 | 1,872 | 1,651 | Bruno's charge was interrupted by the now giant bang flag draping over everything like a big fabric tarp. Where'd the troopers go? They were so axeable! More wizard magic, perhaps? Regardless, Bruno's axe tore through the giant flag as he moved forward and he found it colliding with one more stormtrooper in all of the confusion. The strength of the blow threw him back with a distinct scream that for some reason reminded those who heard it of the name "Wilhelm."
Captain Supremo took grip on the giant flag-tarp and, just as intended, tore it asunder with his mighty arms! A few troopers were still trapped beneath the remains, while the only figures outside of it were the captain himself, now Bruno, and of course Zhou and Benny who had been taking cover on the Millennium Falcon and caused this whole confusing mess. Three troopers still struggled beneath bits of the flag while alarms blared their annoying cry.
Meanwhile, Bondi's game of tag had taken a dark turn. The little slime had successfully gotten ahold of the trooper's face beneath his armor, but he was trying to say something to the cute monster. What was he saying? Bondi couldn't tell. Maybe he had his mouth full of something? It's rude to speak with your mouth full! Then things took another turn, as the guy fell over and hit the ground hard. Now he wasn't moving at all. Geez, he really doesn't understand how tag works, does he?
Then something extraordinary happened. Zhou pointed his lightsaber at the crowd, pressed the switch, and... Nothing. Nothing at all happened. Huh. Well that was rather anticlimactic and disappointing, wasn't it? *Rumble rumble rumble* Oh wait, spoke too soon. The entire room began to shake, rather violently at that. Objects lifted up from the ground into the air, small and lightweight at first but gradually getting bigger and bigger. They flew back straight for Zhou on a collision course! Wait, no, not Zhou--For the lightsaber in his hand! He had generated some sort of incredibly strong suction force, like a mini black hole of some kind! Now it was picking up the corpses of the dead troopers, and the still living ones. Wrapped up in the giant bang flag, there was nothing they could do but fly helplessly into the small weapon, through the opening far too small for them to fit. Strangely enough Captain Supremo and Bruno did not feel the suction even slightly. As the unconscious trooper Bondi had become acquainted with went flying through the air too, his helmet fell off, and Bondi quickly followed. Like the other two, Bondi was not being sucked up either.
Finally, once the room had been completely cleared of all objects, save for the Millennium Falcon and this strange, bizarre team of five, the suction ended and the lightsaber exploded out of the Chinese general's hands. Everyone heard a familiar voice speaking into their ears. "Everybody gets one. That was your one. You'd better get your acts together, or the black knight will get ya! Hehehehehehe!"
Up above, two officers still observed them from the overhanging room. Below on their level against the far wall was a set of metal double doors with no easily discernible opening mechanism, but it did have some sort of computer console next to it. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,263 | 258 | 56 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Instead of flinching, closing his eyes, and ignorantly letting the mysterious, tremendous suction force do its work, Zhou Yu kept both eyes open. Though not the bravest of men, he knew he needed to absorb all the information he could get so he could get a better understanding of the rules of this world as well as the game Crocus was playing with them. Amazingly, all the enemies were sucked into the small handle. It reminded Zhou of Chinese folktales and certain magical weapons, like a magical gourd that could suck in enemies, imprison them, and dissolve them into water.
Then he heard Crocus' announcement, feeling a bit nonplussed that the magical metal gourd would probably only work the one time. Well, time to use that amazing strategic mind of his. Zhou set about looking for any unconscious trooper or officer bodies that had not gone into gourd, hoping to strip the down and disguise himself, Benny, and possibly the newly arrived Westerner (Captain Supremo). Disguising as enemy troops was a surprisingly common and surprisingly effective tactic in the war-torn era Zhou Yu came from.
While he searched (probably in vain), he saw the two officers observing them from above. Their uniforms would do for Benny and himself, besides this was a 'no witnesses' type of situation and that alarm couldn't be good news. He headed to the door looking for a 'button', saying smugly to his companions, "Here, let me. I learned how doors open in this world." His confidence dropped when he was unable to locate a button, instead seeing the console that slightly resembled the one Benny had used to fly the Falcon to safety. He doubted this console could be used to control the whole moon (Death Star) but it must be for something, since it was covered in 'buttons'. Zhou started pressing things randomly hoping to get a response. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
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9,264 | 258 | 57 | 2,301 | 766 | Bondi huffed a bit and remained inside the helmet for a few moments longer. Unsure and of course not getting what the poor trooper had been trying to say. It did not really figure out the trooper was having such a hard time speaking because of the slime that was in the way to begin with. The sudden shift in balance of the person tumbling toward the floor rather caught Bondi off guard and brace itself in a flinch from fear. Simply waiting for the moment being, bracing itself for some form of impact that would come from the landing and it did! Bondi would likely be sent into a slight wobble or jiggle from the harsh landing.
Bondi was still bracing itself a bit more, expecting something more to occur. Seeing as everything began to shake a few seconds after it rather appeared it was not over yet! The trooper that Bondi had tagged had gone flying for some reason unknown to it! The trooper’s helmet fell off, and apparently Bondi had fallen off as well! The slime would likely end up landing inside and filling the helmet as it had been before.
It seemed everything had ended with a voice warning of a black knight of some sort. Bondi would slowly peek around out of its fearful flinching state. It seemed the chaotic rumble had finished. It would slowly slink out from the helmet, and likely wear the attire around itself or on top of its skull as it slinked slowly toward Zhou and the curious looking double door. Bondi would give it a quick look over. | Name: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Alias: Bruno the Undead Axeman
Race: Undead Axeman
Gender: Undead Axeman
Age: Five hundred and seventy-one years young.
Appearance: Bruno the Undead Axeman has seen better days, to see the least. His skin is...not there, at some parts. Particularly around his jaw area, which sort of swings lamely around when he speaks or does something with his mouth. His face is gaunt to say the least, with sunken in cheeks and small, beady, yellow and red eyes that have nestled themselves deep into Bruno's skull. Speaking of skulls, Bruno's head is home to only a few spotty patches of gray hair. He's basically bald.
His body isn't much better. He is thin and bony, with little to no muscle to speak of. He wears gambeson and leggings, ancient basic battle armor that has long since lost it's protective ability. Underneath his "armor" is layers of peasant clothing from a village that's been long forgotten by time. Everything except is head is essentially covered up though, with leather gauntlets and tattered boots masking the rest of his ghoulish appendages.
Personality/Motivation: Despite his physical demeanor, Bruno's got his un-life all figured out.
Bruno...is an Undead Axeman. So he axes people. Lot's of people. Axing people is his pasttime, it's also his job, his hobby, and his vacations. Want somebody axed? Come to Bruno. But watch out. He might axe you. And yes, to Bruno, axe is a noun, verb, adjective, and adverb. It's necessary because it's one of the few words he knows.
That being said, Bruno has a deep respect for his fellow Undead, and will rally to their side if needed. He'll never axe one of his own. Anyone can earn Bruno's trust, and if you have he won't axe you. THAT being said, Bruno decides who to axe on a complicated pro-con system of conclusions and logic trains that only Bruno understands. There's many variables, factors, and equations involved. Axing takes up most of his brain power. Just know that if you ever find Bruno staring at you for seemingly no reason, he's deciding whether or not to axe you.
Gear: Hm, I wonder.
...
It's-
It's an axe. He has an axe. It's a two handed one-sided battle axe.
Abilities: Bruno operates on an ancient form of necromancy. He's undead, he basically can't be killed. There will always be a way for him to come back and start axing people. So when it comes to fighting, it takes a lot to keep Bruno down. He can't contract diseases, as well. If, say, an arm is ever disconnected, his inner necromancy will eventually find a way to have an arm again.
Flaws: While he is virtually immortal, he can still: Be decapitated, gored, frozen, dismembered, exploded, shot, fall a long distance, be knocked around and generally battered. Just because he can't be killed, doesn't mean he can't be pummeled into oblivion or cut into pieces. He's also dumb as bricks when it comes to anything other than axing.
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9,265 | 258 | 58 | 1,244 | 9,383 | Indeed, it was time once again to clear out these space henchmen, ripping through the flag and holding his clenching fist up as if he held all the power while his knuckles popped. Looking to notice the axe wielder and the guy who looks like he was from a Chinese martial arts film, Supremo smirked to continue this battle.
Turning to target his next victim, he felt the rumbling of the entire place wondering if Geo-Puncher was there? He was known for his shockwaves and quake generations. But....something crazy happened, the troops, dead, alive, whatever, they all ended up being sucked into the metal rod that was held by the martial artist (Zhou) as Supremo himself and his supposed allies were not effected either.
Toon Meister...the reality bender...had to be him...who else could do this.....oh yeah....him....
Captain Supremo heard Crocus speak up again but this time about some Black Knight. "Black Knight? I'm not afraid of this....Black Knight....bring him!" he said while Zhou was trying to figure out how to open the doors. Strutting over, Supremo looked down at what the Chinese man was pressing "Shall I smash this...or perhaps....I shall tear the doors down." Supremo offered, comingto the doors, knocking on it to figure how much force he'd need in order to open them. | Name: Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn’t tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running ‘downward’ or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1’3”.
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a ‘normal’ shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its ‘mind’ of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn’t impressive as other feats.
As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.
Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
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9,266 | 258 | 59 | 1,360 | 79 | When Zhou tried the lightsaber again, Benny stayed back. And then the room started shaking, and it was all she could do to keep her bones together. As each wave struck, her joints loosened, and soon enough, she collapsed into a bone pile right there on the floor. Having been through such situations before, she clenched her fists and planted her feet so at least her hand and feet bones remained combined.
It always made clean-up easier.
Her skull landed face-up on her ribcage, just enough to glimpse the giant red flag and its storm trooper haul stretch and shrink into Zhou's lightsaber, like some kind of cartoon character that got caught in a vacuum. If she still had eyes, they would have gone wide. Holy shit, that was cool!
When the shaking stopped and the room cleared, Benny unclenched her fists and began arduous task of putting herself back together. She stopped only long enough to take in Crocus's message. She rolled her skull enough to see her pistol on the ground nearby where she had to drop it to keep her hands together.
Maybe it'd actually be more useful than the joke flag later?
No time to think about it. Just pull yourself together.
"Anyone mind giving me a hand?" she asked, only to realize Zhou was already gone by then and messing with the control panel.
Upon turning her skull to see who was left, Benny immediately skipped over Bruno. She doubted the zombie had the mental capacity to put two coconut halves together, let alone a bone puzzle. Between ducking in and out of the Millenium Falcon, using her near-useless pistol, and the giant flag mess, she hadn't noticed Captain Supremo until now. Judging by how he interacted with Zhou, Crocus apparently found another poor sap to play his game, and he seemed occupied with helping Zhou.
With them busy, and Benny not realizing the purple slime was still here in the Storm Trooper's helmet, she quickly, but meticulously felt around for the right pieces to lock them in place again. Good thing she had plenty of practice! | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,267 | 258 | 60 | 1,872 | 1,651 | While everyone, save for Benny (and really, how rude were those guys to just leave her all apart like that?), moved over to the door and its console, the Imperial officers overlooking the hanger bay moved into such a position as to avoid being seen by those down below. Were they still inside that control room? Maybe, maybe not. There would be only one way to find out for certain now. Zhou, professing his newfound expertise at opening doors, making him some sort of door-expert, went to work on the control panel. However no matter how many buttons he tried or in what combination, the thing just wouldn't open. A red light kept blinking, along with the words, "Lockdown." Huh. What could that possibly mean?
Supremo gauged the door's strength, and determined they were strong. Incredibly strong. Stronger than any metal known on planet earth, in fact. Still, if he applied his might, they should crumple before supreme strength. | Current Cast
- Hey there big boy Zhou Yu
- Undead executioner with a hint of lemon Bruno the Undead Axeman
- You're not as funny as you think you are Benedetta "Benny" Bones
- Dragon Quest regular Bondi la Vie
- Black Superman, Silver Sentry, Totally original superhero Captain Supremo
Booted and Shamed
- Gimp hippie centaur Ionna |
9,268 | 258 | 61 | 2,305 | 2,031 | Bondi noticed the doorway of course having been looking at it through a storm trooper’s helmet. Man it was really hard to see or notice anything in these poor things. Why would anyone wear these? They were absolutely terrible! Bondi would then remove it, not wanting an obscured or limited vision anymore. Now noticing that Bruno was looming over Zhou and being briefly surprised by this. The two had looked so far apart when the helmet was on Bondi’s head.
It seemed someone new had seemed to arrive on the scene. A superhero looking person that offered to get rid of the door issue. Bondi had barely noticed that Benny the skeleton had called out for help. The slime decided to ignore such a bit, being somewhat bitter for being suddenly thrown about and seeing as the slime was no longer it, the creature didn’t want to turn back to suddenly be tagged.
“Crack it open a little if you can, please” Bondi would state, and would temporarily have to slip out of its skull at the door. Aiming to try and slip between the two doors and get to the other side seeing as it could squeeze through small cracks and the like and mold itself in various shapes. Hoping that someone would assist further if there was any issue. | Name: Zhou Yu (周瑜)
Style Name: GongJin (公瑾) (It's acceptable when talking about him to others in the third person to call him by his name, Zhou Yu, but it is proper etiquette and respectful when talking to him to call him by his style name, either Zhou GongJin, or simply GongJin.)
Alias: Handsome Youth, Zhou (美周郎)
Race: Human, Chinese
Gender: Fabulously and beautifully male.
Age: 25
Appearance: As his moniker implies, Zhou has a youthful, handsome appearance with piercing black eyes and regal, long-flowing black hair. His skin is clean and smooth like white jade. As a man if rank and status, he wears expensive embroidered linens such as silk and satin but does appreciate practicality, wearing more durable materials like cotton, or wool for warmth. He likes the colors crimson and white and his outfits reflect this. Though not extravagantly, he does wear various articles and accessories, expensive gold and silver jewelry encrusted with precious and semiprecious stones, mostly in headwear or in the form of tassels to signify rank. In battle, he will wear highly decorated crimson Chinese armor since after becoming chief tactician, he hasn't needed to go into battle directly anymore, though that isn't to say that his actual martial prowess has dulled.
Personality/Motivation: Zhou Yu is a strategic and tactical genius of his time, second only to Zhuge Liang. Confident to the point of arrogance, yet he is unwaveringly devoted to his lord. Though he doesn't have a traitorous bone in his body, he can be quite deceptive to his enemies, and is known for manipulating enemy spies to report incorrect information. He usually appears easygoing and friendly, knowing all the proper etiquttes and respects. He can be fairly easy to get along with and appreciates talent when he sees it. He would be a happy and self-content man if it were not for the existence of Zhuge Liang, a younger nobody from the hills who happens to be the greatest tactician and strategist of two generations. Zhuge Liang brings out and reveals Zhou Yu's unquenchable jealousy, a jealousy that leads him to lose objectivity in situations and to make mistakes in planning. This jealousy also leads to his untimely death.
Gear: A white and crimson Chinese robe with some light-medium armor underneath. He was a Chinese sword (jian) and a fighting staff (gun).
Abilities: Zhou Yu is a capable martial artist in his own right, skilled with the sword and staff. Due to his crowning victory, The Battle at Red Cliffs (Chi Bi), he was the ability of soul chain, in which he ties the souls of his enemies together such that any magical or energy damage that one sustains, the others also take in equal measure. To support this, Zhou Yu has the added ability to set a single opponent ablaze from a distance. Zhou Yu is also a master tactician and has the ability to analyze his allies' and opponents' strengths and weaknesses and is fairly good at creating advantageous matchups. He is also extremely perceptive and can not only detect spies easily, but is good at deceiving them into thinking that they have successfully tricked him, allowing him to unknowingly supply them with incorrect and detrimental information.
Flaws: While Zhou Yu's body is fairly young and healthy, it is easily affected by his mental state. Specifically, jealous rage reduces his constitution and causes him to cough up blood. The better he feels about himself, the healthier he is, the more frustrated and thwarted he becomes, the worse his health, and it is entirely possible for him to become bedridden for days.
Favor: 0 |
9,269 | 258 | 62 | 1,360 | 79 | Benny managed to prop her rib cage up against the door frame, her hands working to get her arms back into their sockets, and then get her neck and skull in place. Once she got that accomplished, she had better control over her vision, now that she could move her skull properly to see what she was doing. Benny began to collect the pieces of her spine, each vertebrae conveniently numbered on the bottom where they wouldn't normally be seen to make stacking them a bit easier.
She took a look over at the control panel where the others were working.
"Any luck, guys?" she called, now holding her partially re-formed spine and grabbing for another piece. | Name: Benedetta “Benny” Bones
Alias: Ben, Agent Skully, OH SHIT I THOUGHT YOU WERE A PROP, Bones, Bonesy
Race: Skeleton
Gender: Technically genderless, being literally all bones, but in life, she was a woman.
Age: She honestly couldn't tell you. She woke up dead one day and lost track of time since.
Appearance: Human skeleton. She prefers to go bare-bones, but will wear whatever she fancies at the moment: jeans, suits, 80s workout leotards with leg warmers, ball gowns, scrubs, tutus, skeleton costumes out of sheer irony…
Being that she has a bad habit of falling to pieces, Benny has tiny carvings in every bone to make matching them up easier. Her right forearm radius was also turned into a flute some time ago (long story short, graverobbers have some strange clientele…), so it especially doesn't always stay put.
Most of her bones are pretty intact despite everything, most of any damage either wear and tear, or battle scars from dogs. She does have a noticeable crack in the back of her skull from one idiot kid trying to play baseball, and tiny pinpricks on either side to wear earrings.
Personality/Motivation: When one has “lurks in closets until someone comes clean,” “that one unearthed body in CSI,” “Yorick from Hamlet ,” “a bowling set,” “xylophone,” “real-life Jack Skellington,” and “part-time Halloween decoration” on their resume, you know they’ve got to be humerus, no bones about it.
Benny doesn’t know why she's up and stalking, just that she found a way to deal with getting up on the wrong side of the grave.
Literally. She woke up dead and a shell of her former self. Having no idea how she got there or how she died, she set about finding answers. And when that failed, she just started making them up.
That's when she found her true calling as an entertainer, and gives a different story to everyone who asks, “So how’d you die?”
“My lover poisoned me. Not on purpose, mind you, but the idiot couldn't cook worth a damn.”
“I sneezed on the minister, and he got sick and died. Haven't been to Salem since.”
“You see, there was this other woman who got a teensy bit upset that I was visited her boyfriend for the weekend. Pretty sure she wished it was her own funeral when she learned how his sister so tragically fell out the window.”
Benny's goal in life is to be entertaining, because it beats moping about having no body to do anything with.
Gear: Benny never has anything unless it’s part of an outfit she’s wearing, like a scythe for a grim reaper costume. Speaking of, that's a real hit at funerals!
Abilities: She can take herself apart and reconfigure her bones to be something useful. She's always willing to lend a hand or two, provided she gets them back.
Flaws: She’s pretty hard-headed at times, likes to have a bone to pick, and will probably fall to pieces at inopportune times and need some help pulling herself together.
Favor: 0 |
9,270 | 258 | 63 | 1,244 | 9,383 | Watching the door, hearing Zhou speaking to him, along with hearing someone or....thing beside him, a slime wanting him to crack it open. Supremo looked over to Zhou "Zhou Yu, huh?" Supremo placed his fists on his hips and smirked "You can call me Supremo....Captain Supremo....nice to meet you...and for all of you...no need to fear..I believe I'll have this open in a jiff." he said and heard a female's voice only to look over and notice a skeleton putting herself back together. "Ooookay....a talking skeleton....um...well we are about to find out if luck is on our side..." he said
Supremo turned around to look at the door and got into a stance, pulling back to drive his fist against to door. Starting with the first loud bam, a second, another and then another as this incredibly hard metal was colliding with a superhuman fist bringing about impactful vibrations with each powerful blow. Supremo continued on, starting to notice the denting of the metal from his fist while the yelling of Supremo sounded with each punch being thrown. Punching harder and harder, Supremo was starting to see some progress as his might was denting and bending the door from his efforts. | Name: Bondi la vie
Alias: Bouncy
Race: Slime
Gender: None
Age: Eleven (Although it doesn’t tend to keep track of its age)
Appearance:
In terms of appearance their form is not as well defined as most physical beings. Instead it takes on the form of this bright phlox purple ooze. The ooze may often appear to be running ‘downward’ or dripping back into itself and its most common form is in the shape similar to a dome. In size it would normally appear to be a blob around 1’3”.
It is likely worth noting that it forms what appears to be akin to a mouth and eye sockets while in a ‘normal’ shape by having an absence or lack of its ooze in that current area.
In the case of things worn it has a certain style that it adheres to, skulls and bows. That is to say it can be found wearing a skull, specifically a humanoid appearing skill with horns but excluding the jaw and a red bow often in the center of its blob like form.
Personality/Motivation: Bondi prides themselves on their bouncing skill! They wish to be one of the highest bouncers too ever exist! Beyond that fun games are often looked for.
Bondi itself is often a playful and spontaneous creature. Looking for games and fun things to be done where they can be found, especially bouncing competitions. If something sounds fun or something randomly pops up in its ‘mind’ of sorts it is most likely to do it with some exceptions. Going with the flow of things in order to run into more fun and games is often the relaxed way to go about things and tends to effective. The exceptions are when dangers are very clear or clearly mentioned such as going into a large lake, or something of the sort. When the dangers are made clear Bondi may become hesitant to go into such circumstances but it is often hard to tell.
From time to time Bondi enjoys taking time off from games to simply be affectionate or receive friendly affections of another. Beyond that it may often be oblivious to the situations around them and to the others around them. Its obliviousness may be connected to its low knowledge or perhaps low intelligence.
Gear:
*a humanoid skull without the jaw with horns
*Red bow
Abilities: Bondi is capable of speaking both English and French for starters (though the writer is only capable of speaking the former to warn you) and is capable of basic addition and subtraction. It also prides itself on its bouncing and jumping ability but that isn’t impressive as other feats.
As a slime Bondi is capable of molding its own shape into various forms whether it be a cube, a hand, or a stretched out form capable of sliding into cracks and small places less than an inch wide. It is also capable to absorbing and surviving physical blows to a higher degree than humanoids because of its liquid like state. Speaking of absorbing it can absorb materials into itself and essentially digest them and add onto its own ooze, (the speed being different according to the materials and size) and often only applies to organic materials.
Flaws: It is highly flammable to which a single spark may ignite Bondi entirely ablaze. As Bondi is burned, it turns into toxic fumes in the air but still disappears. It has a freezing point around -10 Fahrenheit and can essentially be shattered to pieces and thus destroyed. Large amounts of water are capable of diluting it at least temporarily. Its obliviousness may get the better of it from time to time.
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9,271 | 259 | 0 | 686 | 2,548 | Hayato sat on a stool and looked around, noticing that there were few people around but not too many. The sun had already gone down, and the moon is no longer visible from the windows. "Nothing wrong as usual..." He muttered before noticing a seemingly Asian woman with a somewhat oversized katana walking into the bar. "Aand it starts being weird." He muttered again as he looked at the bartender before making an order. "A bowl of potato chips, please." | • Name: Alex Zech
• Gender: Male
• Job: unknown but it seems he can be dangerous.
• Personality: Always keeps his guard up.
• Appearence: White skin, blue hair, neon blue eyes with no eye white or pupil.
he wears a bracelet where a strange ordainment is hanging from.
He also has a black cloth he wears as a robe.
As I tried to explain the bracelet ordainment and his own experience to a point that its fully explained:
He seems to have the abilities to stick to the walls and turn invisible without giving off any scent either |
9,272 | 259 | 1 | 2,614 | 1,930 | Nisa
Night had fallen by the time Nisa arrived back in town, and she wasted no time in getting to her favorite hole-in-the-wall, the bar where she did most of her socializing. As she walked in the door she recognized some of the usual crowd, along with a few others who came in from time to time. She knew almost everyone there, and anyone she didn't know she would learn of soon enough. She walked up to the bar and sat in her normal spot in the corner of the room, where she could see everything in the bar.
Removing her mask she revealed her face to the bartender, but kept her hood up so that she was still covered in shadow. The bartender smiled at her and handed her a drink. "Welcome back. Haven't seen you here in a while." He said to her before moving on to speak with some of the other customers. He glanced at her from time to time, sometimes with a worried look on his face. She wasn't going to speak tonight, there were too many others to hear that she would prefer to stay silent unless she was needed.
The night was passing slowly, enough that Nisa was thinking about breaking her 'One drink in an hour' rule, until another woman in her organization walked in. They didn't know each other's names, but the large katana she carried was as easily recognizable as her face. The woman walked up to the bar and sat beside one of the others there, a strange looking man of a race that Nisa didn't know the name of. Hmm, not often two of us are in the same place, especially when I'm off duty. Better start watching out for anyone she might be after, wouldn't want to get in her way after all. | • Name: Nina Sari (Nisa)
• Gender: Female
• Job: She is part of an organization whose members rarely meet face-to-face outside of a job.
• Appearance: She wears a hooded cloak that conceals all her body and clothing, and a mask that covers her face for her job. |
9,273 | 259 | 2 | 1,067 | 187 | Hayato started eating the chips handed to him by the bartender before looking around to in an attempt to find the Asian woman with a katana, thinking the size of the sword would give her position away. However, he did not notice the woman and her katana which was positioned in a way that should be visible from most directions, is no longer in his sight for some reasons. "She probably hid it somewhere..." he muttered as he continued eating his chips, the amount of the snack steadily decreasing. "Well, I haven't seen the katana-wielding girl before... Maybe she is new here or she usually comes here when I don't?" He muttered again as the moon had risen higher, unknown to him. He took a quick look at his watch before standing up and trying to get out of the pub, only to walk into another Asian woman with blue eyes, which politely apologized to him. "It's ok, be careful next time." He said before trying to leave the pub unless someone talked to him, stopping just to talk if someone did. | • Name: Hayato Sannomiya
• Gender: Male
• Posession: His white coupe.
• Others: He is a regular of the pub, capable of understanding Japanese at least to some extent. |
9,274 | 259 | 3 | 2,614 | 1,930 | Nisa
What's this? Nisa's attention was taken from the other woman as she noticed an accident near the entrance. A young Asian had bumped into one of the regulars. Nisa didn't recognize the girl so she assumed she was an other, others never stuck around for long. The incident was over, the regular moving towards the exit to leave and the girl going about her own business, but Nisa noticed another person approaching the girl from the opposite side of the room.
The man had been around enough that Nisa knew he wasn't an other, however from what she normally noticed of him he kept to himself. The fact that he was approaching this girl bothered her, and so she decided to beat him to the punch. In the blink of an eye Nisa had got up from her seat and appeared behind the girl, tapping her on the shoulder. Nisa kept her hood up so those around her couldn't see her face, but the girl would be able to see her eyes if she looked closely enough. | • Name: Nina Sari (Nisa)
• Gender: Female
• Job: She is part of an organization whose members rarely meet face-to-face outside of a job.
• Appearance: She wears a hooded cloak that conceals all her body and clothing, and a mask that covers her face for her job. |
9,275 | 259 | 4 | 686 | 2,548 | Runa Was surprised when someone tapped on her shoulder, quickly turning around to see who it was, only to find that it was someone she is not familiar with.
"Can I help you madam?" She asked politely, more by habit then trying not to offend, she was always like this.
==Axel==
Axel also noticed the man moving, something about the way he approached the Asian girl seemed off.
Well someone with such blue eyes would draw in attention but still.
The woman that had sat down next to him moved away to talk to the girl.
He figured he wont have to do anything, it was his free day so he rather stayed in the shadows, but...
The woman, she seemed familiar, could she be one of his co-workers or is she from an other guild, her way of moving and the Katana, she did show all signs of an assassin....
So that the man made her move....
When no one was looking he grabbed a piece of black cloth next to him and suddenly he was gone, invisible as he moved towards the man.
Once he was near the man he put his feet on the walls, sticking to them as he whispered in the man's ear.
"whats the girl to you"
The man would not see him or even smell him if he tried to. | • Name: Alex Zech
• Gender: Male
• Job: unknown but it seems he can be dangerous.
• Personality: Always keeps his guard up.
• Appearence: White skin, blue hair, neon blue eyes with no eye white or pupil.
he wears a bracelet where a strange ordainment is hanging from.
He also has a black cloth he wears as a robe.
As I tried to explain the bracelet ordainment and his own experience to a point that its fully explained:
He seems to have the abilities to stick to the walls and turn invisible without giving off any scent either |
9,276 | 259 | 5 | 686 | 2,548 | Sora
The moon was rising slowly as the woman piloted a massive wheeled mech to a certain pub, which is definitely not normal. "So we're going to capture a street racer alive, right? The woman asked with a radio-alike device, the giant machine fading into the night while deploying something. "You're not running away from us, Multi-Booster!" She saw a white car moving out of a parking area in the distance, seen from one of the camera drones of the mech deployed just a moment ago. She thought the car could be moving quickly, but the mech is definitely capable of overtaking it even if it's going very quickly.
Hayato
Hayato got out of the pub, just after finishing a bowl of chips and colliding into a girl. "I'll be breaking my own record here today... Some say it's cheating, but I don't think it is." He muttered as he entered his white coupe, starting the car and moving it out of the parking area and moved at perfectly legal speed. "Rolling start, the next sign." He muttered, carefully stepping on the accelerator as the car moved towards the sign. As the car reached the sign, a giant robot-alike machine appeared from the darkness. He stepped on the accelerator as usual before noticing the machine. "Wait... I'm being tracked by a... mech? Guess this is gonna be a fun one." | • Name: Alex Zech
• Gender: Male
• Job: unknown but it seems he can be dangerous.
• Personality: Always keeps his guard up.
• Appearence: White skin, blue hair, neon blue eyes with no eye white or pupil.
he wears a bracelet where a strange ordainment is hanging from.
He also has a black cloth he wears as a robe.
As I tried to explain the bracelet ordainment and his own experience to a point that its fully explained:
He seems to have the abilities to stick to the walls and turn invisible without giving off any scent either |
9,277 | 260 | 0 | 1,205 | 512 | Atlas Academy
As you wake and get out of bed you look out of the window. The small porthole in the wall of the cabin you were assigned revealing mountainous terrain consisting of snow, rock and ice far below you.
As you continue to look around you see a few other airships moving around the sky and then you see it, looming out of the fog. A colossal fortress towering up from the tallest of the mountains crags and peaks, the grey stone is broken up by blue lighting and occasionally the red beam of a targeting laser.
'Attention attention' barks a gruff military voice over the ships tannoy system 'All first years are to report to the hanger deck for deployment. Repeat all first years are to report to the hanger deck immediately!' | Name: Actus Celondim
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
(The first image isn't quite right as there should be gauntlets not too dissimilar to these worn over the gloves, just with shorter retractable blades.)
Equipment: A number of spare claw blades with various dust cores for differing effects in combat. When it comes to armour Actus strikes a balance, he isn't decked down in armour but under his long flowing robe he wears a dull grey cuirass, pauldrons of the same colour as well as vambraces and greaves. He also has a face covering chrome mask that he wears under his hood. The helmet is a single smooth surface and from the outside looks rather innocuous. But is capable of taking quite a serious hit, it also features a HUD link for Actus' scroll that he can use whilst in combat.
The Gentlemen: Actus carries a short-mid length sword that slots inside of his cane. The blade is designed to dissipate the effect of dust or aura based attacks making it an excellent blocking weapon, but limiting it's offensive options compared to more exotic weapons.
Corvus: These are two matched gauntlets with blades that extend from over the knuckle 2ft. There are four blades on each gauntlet each infused with a dust core for differing effect, Actus can fight with these brutal claws in melee or he can fire the various blades as lethal projectiles over great differences. Replacing the claws is as simple as taking one from the sheaths attached to his legs and snapping the new blade in place. Each gauntlet also incorporates a single grappler mounted at the wrist that Actus can use to help him traverse vertical terrain.
Not strictly a weapon in and of themselves, Actus can throw the claw blades used by his gauntlets as throwing daggers if need be. They'd have the same effect as being fired from his gauntlets but have less kinetic energy behind them.
Semblance, Flicker: Whilst not able to turn fully invisible using his semblance Actus becomes almost undetectable impossible to see or hear. He can maintain this ability for long periods of time, however as soon as he attacks the effect is lost.
(For those familiar with Doctor Who, it's basically a stronger version of a perception filter. For those of you who aren't familiar with Doctor Who:
Skills:
Master of Daggers: If its short and its got a blade then Actus is all over it. A master when it comes to short close combat weapons he is a fast yet powerful melee combatant. He's also lethal when it comes to the use of short ranged projectiles.
Agile Brute: Whilst not as fast as some, or as hardy as others Actus is a good balance of the two. He can move quickly and deftly able to trade blows with nimble opponents well enough, but at the same time he can take a hit and give one back twice as hard.
Tech-Nut: Actus loves to take things apart to see how they work, be that programs or machines. Seriously don't leave this guy alone with your tech if you want it to stay in one piece…
Personality: Actus is very withdrawn by nature, his semblance and hobbies predisposing him to work alone and spending time by himself. That's not to say he can't work with other people, but you'd be much more likely to find him secreted away somewhere working on a new gadget instead of hanging out with everyone at lunch. Despite this however if you do take the time to get to know him then you'll find you've a very loyal friend indeed. Say the word and Actus will be more than willing to put his neck on the line for his friends.
Evasive, introverted, eloquent and most certainly eccentric Actus is hard to get to know, but a pleasure to have around once you do.
Short Bio: Actus had a rather typical upbringing for an Atlas kid. He grew up in a small cold village mainly with his Mother and older sister.
Actus didn't see much of his father growing up, his father being a Specialist for the Atlesian military. Despite this however, both Actus and his older sister Jessica wanted to become Specialists like their father (much to their mothers chagrin).
When he was home Mr Celondim taught his kids how to fight, how to work with technology, how to go unnoticed. But more importantly he taught them when to use their gifts, what for. Above all else he imbued his children with an honourable and disciplined approach to life.
When their father was away the two would often spar with one another, or create gadgets and very, very simple robots. They were contented, eventually Jessica left home and went to study at Atlas Academy's Junior section. Around the same time Actus was joining the Junior Section himself, Jessica completed her training at the Atlas Academy Senior Section and became an Atlas specialist like her father.
Now that he is to start his training at the Senior Section of Atlas Academy, Actus is hoping to do his family proud. More than anything he wants to live up to his family name and the high expectations that come with it. |
9,278 | 260 | 1 | 808 | 643 | Brenin stretched his arms toward the ceiling as he stood straight with a yawn. Hoping they were getting close, he shambled his way towards the small window in the side of the airship. Ignoring the ground below and the now familiar shapes of other airships, he studied the fog in the distance. When Atlas Academy finally started to become clearer, a smile spread across the youth's face. It had been a long hard road that had taken him this far, and he only expected it to get worse. Despite that, he was excited. Who wouldn't be, finally moving on to the Academy's Senior section?
When the announcement came, Brenin finally pulled his eyes away from the window. The rest of the cabin was fairly simple, though comfortable enough he supposed. Wasting no time pulling on the long sleeved shirt he had abandoned during his nap, he moved towards the door. Shadow's Reach rested with his quiver and belt on the table. After securing his belt, he adjusted the pouches on it until they rested comfortably on his hip. The quiver he slung across his shoulder before clipping it to his belt via a metal clip on the back. Finally reaching for his weapon, he slid it into the quiver until the magnetized interior held it firmly.
Stepping up the the door at last, Brenin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Convincing himself that he was ready, he pushed the door open and stepped outside. In the hall, several other students were already on their way to the hanger deck. Keeping apart from any small groups that formed, he followed the others to their destination. Others chatted around him, but he silently considered what his first few days were going to be like. | Name: Brenin Lloyd
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Equipment:
Weapon: Shadow's Reach - CPBB - Conventional Projectile Blade Bow
(I know, the color is all wrong. Imagine that the green parts are a more appropriate color and please ignore the leaf emblem.)
Weapon transformations/derivations:
Shortbow - The primary form of Shadow's Reach, and the one most used in combat. Brenin uses bodkin arrowheads, with a hollow in the head for a small vial or crystal of Dust. He generally keeps a few already prepared with various Dust types, but these are more likely to break to and somewhat dangerous to store. These arrows are stored in a durable case-like quiver that is slung across the small of his back. To avoid losing all of his ammunition, the inside of the quiver is magnetized to keep hold of the arrows.
Gladius - A short sword with a wide and heavy blade. Brenin prefers this form when on the defensive, or when the full bow form would be too much of a hindrance. This is also the most compact form, and the one used to store the weapon. The quiver doubles as a sheath for this form.
Kukri - A pair of long and slightly curved daggers, suitable for both slashes and thrusts. These are most often used when Brenin is going for an all-out attack in melee combat. While not offering much defensive capabilities, these blades allow him to be extremely mobile and efficient even up close.
Armor: Brenin wears very little armor, as it would hinder his ability to move swiftly. Typically, reinforced boots protect his lower legs and metal bracers encase his forearms.
Other: Dust vials and crystals are kept in a pouch at Brenin's right hip on his belt. Another pouch closer to his quiver contains spare arrow parts, mostly including heads and fletching since those are the most easily damaged.
Semblance: Focused Burst - After taking a few seconds to steady himself and focus his Aura, Brenin is able to push himself far beyond normal human limits in terms of speed and agility. During this time, he moves quickly enough that he perceives others to be moving in slow motion. No other factors seem to be affected by this state, and he can easily injure himself if he doesn't take things like velocity and momentum into account before making his move. This ability can currently be maintained for a maximum of about five real-time seconds in one go, or until his focus is disrupted.
While there is no limit to how often Brenin can push himself, using his semblance repeatedly will exhaust both his physical stamina and his Aura. He has been known to damage muscles and ligaments when going too far. The more complex his actions are, the less time he has with his unnatural agility. As it stands, he can't attack with any form of his weapon more than once without ending the effect immediately.
Skills:
Dexterous - Even without his semblance, Brenin is still fleet of foot. As well as being fast and agile, he has an incredible sense of balance. Overall, this allows him to remain on the move while using his bow's range to his advantage. His hands are as quick as his feet, a necessity for his chosen styles of combat.
Silent Step - Due to long hours of practice, Brenin is rather accomplished when it comes to feats of stealth. He has learned to walk and even jog in near silence, as well as fade into the shadows or quickly break an opponents line of sight. When focused on maintaining cover (i.e. sniping from the sidelines while his comrades do battle in the open) he is nearly imperceptible until he takes his first shot.
Intent Focus - Brenin excels when he can focus on one thing at time. This mostly translates into his archery. After spending a few moments studying his target and intended strike zone, it is incredibly unlikely that he will miss due to a fault of his own. This has its downsides as well. If he's focused on sneaking up on an opponent to incapacitate them, he would be highly unlikely to notice someone coming up to flank him.
Personality: At first, Brenin tends to come off as arrogant or rude. This impression generally isn't helped by the fact that that it seems like he rarely ever speaks. When he does it comes out blunt and direct. Because of this, he tends to end up with a lot of enemies from pointing out things he considers problems. This is especially true because he's stubborn and doesn't know when to back down. It takes a lot to really get under his skin, but it turns out he's at his most verbose when he's actually pissed.
Of his friends he is rather possessive and defensive. Brenin does not trust easily, and those he considers close enough to call 'friend' are few and far between. While he is generally found to be more talkative around those few, he is still fairly quiet and reserved.
Short Bio: Brenin's life was far from simple or easy, as he grew up outside the kingdom of Atlas. Life was harsh, especially since his father did not stick around for long after he was born. The boy's mother seemed to take single parenthood rather well, as she was a fairly capable woman in her own right.
As he grew, Brenin's priorities became survival and becoming stronger. His mother taught him to handle a bow so he could help her hunt and defend the small village. Learning to handle blades came later, when he became stronger and was forced to fend for himself more often. What eventually drove him into Atlas proper and the Atlas Academy's Junior section was the desire to continue to grow stronger in order to defend others when they were unable to help themselves.
While he flourished as a fighter in the Academy, Brenin remained in the background socially and was only an average scholar. Intent on proving himself worthy of becoming a Specialist, he worked hard to improve on all fronts. Finally moving on to the Senior section, he considers being assigned a team on of the greatest challenges he will face. In the past he had always preferred to work on his own. |
9,279 | 261 | 0 | 1,537 | 4,324 | The Justice League was getting older in 2020. While most of it's founding members are in their late 30's early 40's, Superman himself still looked nearly the same he had a decade prior. The League had gone through several incarnations over the years. There were also splinter units like the Justice League of America and the JL United, as well as the JL Dark led by none other than John Constantine. In the year 2020 however, heroic metahumans are getting to be fewer and fewer. Most alien races that don't appear to be human are often shunned by society, the now more alien Green Lantern from the planet Tandax was banned from Earth. The economy in the United States was still fighting a losing battle. Crime rates, especially metahuman crime, was up a record 120% from this time in 2010. Some metahumans operating as heroes are not welcomed by all of the 2020 law enforcers. Only the League has been officially sanctioned by the President of the 'States.. Young heroes have been 'sponsored' by the remaining members of the League to operate in Star City, the former home of the now deceased Green Arrow and one of the larger metropolitan cities with increased metahuman crime. Can the heroes in the Young Justice Program take back Star City from the grips of chaos and become real heroes like the members of the Justice League?
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1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions or just ask to collaborate in the titanpad. Everybody will take beatings in this game in battle however, so don't get pissed if you get punched or blasted into a wall by the bad guys!
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for to make a move” is not an excuse to halt posting.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the deputy GM (Aro) will take control and HIS word will then be law.
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The headquarters was near the middle of the Star City forest/park that sprouted up months earlier after something to do with the Swamp Thing creature went down. It was still new, everything clean and without dust. The futuristic building was four stories high and a modern marvel. With the Justice League sponsoring these young heroes, Wayne Industries funded most of the project along with Kord Technologies. A few members of the League were on hand for the opening of the Young Justice Tower and the recruits came pouring in over the course of the next two days. Red Tornado, Black Canary, and one of many Batman androids Bruce Wayne now uses were all at the Tower to show the young heroes the various levels of the HQ as well as basics on the tech such as the War Room, the computers and surveillance systems in the Monitor Room, as well as the YJ Program's personal quarters for all of the sponsored heroes on the upper level of the Tower.
A young man got off of a bus that drove on one of the only roads through the forest/park. His eyes glowed a yellow/gold and he tossed a small dufflebag over his shoulder as he exited the bus. Kilian Darukk looked to the sky to see what appeared to be a dark skinned girl riding a steel pipe. The young alien put his arm in front of his eyes to block out the sun from peering through the trees. The young girl who would later be introduced as Shock would not be the first sponsored hero to beat Kilian to the base. The triplicate man had increased physical attributes, but he was in no hurry. When patrolling as Ditto he never gets to take in the scenery as much. Earth is still an alien planet to the young man from Cargg.
After getting the full tour from the monotone Red Tornado, Ditto was shown his quarters on the upper level. The view from the windows on this level of the base were amazing. The tree line was just in view and you could see the rest of Star City looming in the backdrop all around. Kilian unpacked his things, changed into his uniform that consisted of a shirt and pants, and got ready to go back down a couple levels.
The kitchen was often a place the young heroes in the Program would bump into each other. Even the most recluse needed to eat. Ditto made his way into the area and saw the girl from earlier in the day cooking something that smelled amazing.
"What is this sauce she's concocted, and is that chicken?" the Carggite thought to himself breathing in through his nose and taking in every bit of the flavor.
"Barbecue chicken, guys! Almost done!"Shock turned to him and winked. A couple minutes later she plated it for him. "Tell me what ya think!"
The alien tore into the food that was also served with steamed veggies and a roll. The team already seemed tons better than living on the street and barely eating. The girl had winked like she knew what Kilian's response would be. No doubt the others would come for food when the aroma flowed through the air. Wiping some of the barbecue that seemed to cover the whole bottom of his chin and mouth, he swallowed his last few bites and wiped his mouth again.
"That was the best food I've had since coming to this planet. Can I get just one..." he began saying before Shock pulled the serving dish back.
"Hey," said Photon, appearing behind the man who seemed to be in the process of eating an entire chicken, "Leave some for the rest of us." He quickly made himself a plate so that he would be sure to get some. Looking the man over, though, seemed to tell him that the guy was a bit down on his luck. "So, I don't mean to be rude, but is this the first time you've had a decent meal on Earth? I can show you some good places to eat if you want."
"Superman introduced me to the round disk of cheese and other ingredients. Peat's Za?" the alien asked still not fully accustomed to the terran language he was struggling to understand at times.
"And somebody asked why I have a Pac Man on my shirt? Is he some sort of superhero like the Tornado guy and Black Canary? This is an interlac symbol for the letter 'd'..." Kilian continued pulling at his shirt, "How does this even resemble a man of any kind?"
"Interlac? Is that some sort of universal alphabet?" He'd never hear of it before and was curious, but the man had asked a question, so he would answer that question first. "Pacman is a video game character from when the graphics in such games were very crude. Do you have electronic games on your world? If not, I can show you after the tour is over."
"Interlac is like your alphabet and used by the members of the United Planets. My homeworld Cargg is among them. We had games on my planet, though I prefer to play my hibaso. It resembles your planet's guitars..." Ditto responded stepping back from the table.
The alien was bummed a bit, but still with that girl in the kitchen there's no telling what she'll cook next. The guy with the glowing suit seemed nice as well to somebody revealing themselves as alien and not metahuman. His next destination was this 'War Room' he'd seen Black Canary in earlier for a demonstration.
~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,280 | 261 | 1 | 1,430 | 796 | Having arrived long before the others, with much forced prompting from his sponsor James had taken to hiding in his room before getting bored and deciding to head for the war room. He had reluctantly come here to be a full member of the YJ project. It wasn't his favorite thing, he would much rather be back in his home town fighting fires. That was what he was used to. The young man huffed when he entered the war room. It seemed a few others had the same idea. When he huffed smoke seemed to come out if his nose, much like it would for a dragon. He decided instead that he was hungry and headed toward the kitchen. Something there smelled really good and his stomach growled in agreement. It had been a while since James had any sort of meal that wasn't either fast food or microwaveable TV dinners. He had practically lived at the station and when he wasn't there he roomed with a co-worker who owned an apartment. Nobody he had lived with ever had time to cook since he had moved out from his parent's house so he had always eaten what was available.
He smiled at the cook when he approached. "Smells and looks good. Let's hope it's taste is up to par too." He winked, chuckling to himself and headed toward an unoccupied table. He took a bite and sighed in content. "Yup this is pretty good." He said to nobody in particular and continued to eat, slowly, enjoying the taste of the food. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,281 | 261 | 2 | 2,356 | 5,042 | From the sky above the tower could be seen quite clearly. It have almost been a struggle getting to this point. Angel had found Sarah to be quite stubborn much of the time, a trait that the magical being did not quite understand. Should she not want to help people. Having been in a stalemate for hours the disgruntled teen relented when her mother was mentioned. Parental figures were not something present since her mother passed. She had been a kind woman and would have been proud to know that her daughter was doing more to improve others lives.
Damned if that thought didn't make her cave. This "social experiment" was going to be rough. To some extent she was the kind of punk that heroes would slap on the wrist and lecture to no end. There was no revelation that changed her heart or tragedy that made her see the error of her ways. No, she found a magic puzzle and boom, you're an angel now! Oh by the way it comes with a nagging conscience that'll drive you mad. Though as it was explained to her by the said angel she was only a manifestation of her inner being. Whatever the hell that meant.
Swooping down Angel gazed over the structure. It was larger than she expected. But living in the ghetto wasn't exactly where you would find big fancy buildings. Apparently everything having been attended to before her arrival she was able to enter without any trouble. Yep, a lot more fancy. Almost anything here could fetch a pretty penny. Though something like theft was outside her ability now. Hearing some voices Angel headed in the direction of the kitchen. Sarah might not want to be around anyone but GA wanted to meet her teammates.
"Greetings all. My name is Guardian Angel. May I inquire whom I am speaking?" She spoke in a soft voice as she took a slight bow. Angel had a rather dated way of speaking. At times it confused Sarah because she has no idea where it came from. The only thing she could figure is it was from the stupid rune. Angel's appearance was definitely from another time having something more akin to light roman like robes. One other detail is she looked older than the other members, maybe falling around 25 or 26. Rather odd considering that Sarah was actually one of the youngest of them all. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,282 | 261 | 3 | 1,645 | 768 | Despite having the world’s fastest man as his sponsor, Dominic Miller still managed to be one of the last to arrive at the Young Justice Tower. It wasn’t because he didn’t wish to be part of the program, in fact, the teenager actually really liked the idea of being part of another team, despite how his time with his last one went. No, the reason they were late was because Dominic was having too much fun annoying the Flash, who as it turns out gets really impatient if you decided to stop and gaze at every building you came across in excitement. It was the little things in life that Dominic loved most.
Dominic’s fun was cut short after a while when the scarlet speedster finally list his patience. Grabbing hold of him, the Flash held up the teen’s head to avoid whiplash and shot off. Dominic wasn’t that bothered though, as really he wasn’t that interested in Star City’s apparent beauty. The Young Justice headquarters however? Now that was a thing of beauty. During the tour led by Sharknado or whatever the robot was called, Dominic’s eyes darted around in awe at all the gizmos and tech that lined the place, although whenever the Flash looked in his direction he slumped his shoulders and acted as if he was bored. He didn’t want ol’ Flashy thinking he was enjoying himself now!
After a while, he was shown to his new room. It was large than his room at his latest foster home, yet more bare. His room back there had been covered in blueprints, rough notes and even the occasional playboy poster. Dominic came to the conclusion that it probably wouldn’t take long until this place ended up looking the same.
He quickly changed, swapping the Ray-Bans he had been wearing with his mask. He pulled on the rest of his Kid Rogue attire before leaving the room, fiddling with one of his grenades as he did so. While he wasn’t actually doing anything with it, it was always fun when people found him playing with a live grenade. Catching the sound of people talking, he slouched his way into the kitchen and leant against the doorway watching.
While looking around at the group, a few of the so-called heroes he laid eyes on made him raise his eyebrow. Especially the winged one. Going by his knowledge of old league members he had seem on the news, he assumed it was one of Hawkwoman’s people.
“Name’s Kid Rogue, Feathers” He said coolly. “You’re obviously far from Thanagar!” | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,283 | 261 | 4 | 2,356 | 5,042 | The first one to speak entered after her. Turning Angel noted his choice of hairstyle was similar to Sarah's. To his reference to her as Feathers she pursed her lips slightly. "Greetings Kid Rogue. I pray you are well. Please, if you must call me something other than Guardian Angel then I would prefer simply, Angel. And I know not where this Thanagar is but I believe I know whom you refer. I can assure you my place of origin is quite different. You are not however the first to draw the same conclusion."
Yes being mistaken as an alien from space was not uncommon. It would seem that anyone with feathered wings automatically fell within the people of a former Justice League member. Sarah had never had much reason to pay attention to such things. Superheroes always came for the big bad but rarely stopped to help out a failing community. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,284 | 261 | 5 | 1,676 | 1,195 | An animal cracker hung off Ray Tyler's lower lip. He'd been in the kitchen, amidst the other young future leaguers eating and checking around. He'd been keeping to himself. But thus far he'd picked up on several of the aliases and names of people around him. Guardian Angel for one.
Ray looked over at Dominic Miller. The boy was trouble and it was as clear to see as a torch in the night.
Presently, Ray was in costume with the exception of his cape, which was strewn across his bed. It just seemed unsuitable in a social setting. His black, form-fitting attire displayed his muscles. Not bulky, but toned and visibly maintained.
"Hello," he said to Kid Rogue, swallowing the cracker that had partially dissolved. | Name: Raymond Tyler
Alias: Time Bomb
Age: 17
Sponsor: Blue Beetle
Personality: Snarky, Opportunistic, and Goal-Oriented
Powers As a result of his forefathers ingesting so much Miraclo, he was born with a fraction of its effects, such as superior strength, speed, stamina, and agility. This does not diminish or nullify the benefit of using the improved formula of the drug himself. When on Miraclo, his strength, speed, stamina, agility, and thinking abilities are improved. His perception of time is even slowed. And the effects begin to weaken, depending on how much he exerts himself, around an hour after ingestion. His homemade gadgetry includes: Flash-bombs, smoke canisters, Miraclo dispensers, lock-picks, a pocket knife, & hand-cuffs,.
Weaknesses Unsurprisingly, he has a secret addiction to Miraclo, which his predecessors hadn't shared their experiences with. The withdrawal is brutal, causing agonizing headaches and random blackouts along with general physical weakness.
Appearance As Raymond he generally wears hooded jackets, cargo pants, and running shoes. He has short brown hair, Caucasian skin, brown eyes, a round nose and box-shaped face. He stands roughly 5'11" and has very visible musculature.
BRIEF Bio: Rex Tyler was a pharmaceutical engineer hired to reverse-engineer a tribal formula that gave the users superhuman fitness. His biggest hang up was that his employers were the military. Unwilling to allow the blend to be applied to widespread murder, he purposefully sabotaged the project before being relieved of his position. Once dismissed, he moved to Appleton City to join their police force, putting Miraclo, as he called it, to good use. Later on, his son Rick took a similar course. In his lifetime, Rick refined the formula and optimized its effects.
Raymond 'Ray' Tyler was born in the summer of 2003 to Rick Tyler, the second person to develop Miraclo, and biological son of the original. He long admired their records of service on the police department. Naturally, he aspired to follow in their footsteps, seeing it as his heritage to become a policeman aided by Miraclo. At eight years old, he was constantly being bullied, so he fought back, injuring them unintentionally and being withdrawn from the public school system.
The family moved to Metropolis in 2016, causing Ray to lose touch with all of his friends and causing him to grow socially awkward. His own emotions betrayed him and he needed something to take the edge off, and neither of his forefathers seemed too keen on giving him a supply of Miraclo. So he started crimefighting in the style of Batman, purchasing and designing his own gadgets, outfits, and accessories.
It didn't take the world's greatest detective to figure out what Ray was doing, so Rick decided to allow his son to experience the life of a superhero. Between the two of them, he was jokingly referred to as a ticking Time-Bomb before it became completely obvious that he was in it for the long haul. When he turned sixteen, Rick taught his son how to manufacture Miraclo from a special blend of rare vitamins and common substances.
After a year had passed by and Rick officially gave Ray his blessing as Time Bomb, providing him with his own costume.
Notes: None yet
Sample Post:
A river of thick smoke pressed down an alleyway, suffocating a trio of armed thieves that were caught entirely off guard. They gagged and sputtered, struggling to take in a breath, but fell to their knees. One of them managed to reach for their gun, but wasn't able to prepare himself for the bumble-bee striped blur that bounced on him, smacking the thug's head into the concrete they'd stood on.
"Excellent work," the voice of the Blue Beetle broke the silence that Ray had built.
"Oh, hello there," Ray answered, slightly spooked. Stating the obvious, he said "I didn't realize you'd tagged along. I guess you still got it."
"More or less," the elder hero shrugged his shoulders. "But I watched you tonight, and after the last few days you've had, I think Hourman is ready to hit the big leagues."
"Really!" Ray's eyes opened like the Red Sea.
"Of course. There's a new project. Of course I can't offer you full League membership, yet, but I can fast track you."
"I'm listening."
"Join a group of other rising teens to help out on a wider scale. I won't be on top of you, and as annoying as the people you're going to meet may be, it'll be a lot like the actual League." |
9,285 | 261 | 6 | 1,430 | 796 | Hey Kid, how about you not come up with names for people before you speak to them. Some may not enjoy being called strange things such as feathers. Jamed stated calmly from the table where he sat. His next statement was directed toward Guardian Angel. "It is a pleasure to meet you Angel, you may call me Scourge." He stood and smiled at the winged female. "I look forward to working with you." He winked at her after that statement. He still wasn't to excited to be in this place. He would had to get used to a brand new place. He was so accustomed to the fire house that he wasn't sure how exactly he would get along here. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,286 | 261 | 7 | 189 | 177 | Michael's head cracked against the floor with a resound thud. How in the hell did I get myself into this? He thought to himself as he was once again pinned to the ground with his arm twisted behind his back. Help me with a demonstration, she said. An electronic chime sounded above him as the number on the display over Black Canary's head increased to 15 as his remained at a whopping 0. I wasn't expect 15 rounds of fighting with her! Hell, I would have worn something a bit more padded than jeans and a shirt!
"I think that's enough of a demonstration of the capabilities of the training program here in the War Room," He could feel her looking down at him. "Don't you think so, Michael?"
"Oh, yes, quite enough." He strained to say as she twisted his arm just a bit further before releasing him. Oh, thank God! I thought she was gonna break it. He pushed himself up on all fours before coming up to a kneeling position to roll his arm around in a circle. Again. He groaned as he stood back up and stretched before turning to face Black Canary. "If you're done with me, I'd like to get something to eat before everyone shows up and eats all the food."
She nodded to him as the displays over their heads vanished. "As you can see the War Room can be used as a training area besides what may be available in other areas of the headquarter."
She turned as a large display with the layout of the city appeared, but before he could heard her give the same speech he had heard before he left the War Room and began to make his way to the kitchen. Having been at the headquarters a full week before any of the other's that had been sponsored arrived he had wandered the halls of the headquarters and had found many shortcuts to other areas of the building. He decided now would be the time to use one if he wanted some of the food that was giving off such a delightful aroma through the entire floor. When he arrived where the others were he paid little attention to them and sat at the table where the food was before fixing himself a plate. | Name - Michael Lance
Alias - The Black Hood, Hood, Black Arrow, Arrow (He never chose his own name and would often go by whatever the tabloids would call him)
Age - 19
Sponsor - Black Canary
Personality - Defensive, prideful, and brash. He is nearly an exact copy of his Uncle Ollie.
Powers - Michael has no powers. All he has is the training that he received from his Uncle Ollie and his Aunt Dinah, as well as a few trick arrows left over from his Uncle Ollie.
Weaknesses - All in all, he is just another normal person. The suit helps out some, but nearly anything could kill him if the opportunity presented itself.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Son of Sara Lance, Black Canary's sister, Michael looked up to his Aunt and Uncle, often spending much of his time with them whenever he could listening to the stories of their exploit with the League. While his mother may have wanted him to not turn out to be like them it was pointless. He was hooked from day one and would do whatever it took to become League members like them. After a year of begging and pleading, they finally relented and began to teach him, although never allowing him to join them on any missions.
At 16, they nearly disowned him after he followed them on what was suppose to be a simple run around Star City that escalated into a gunfight between two rival gangs. Michael made it out unharmed thanks to his training and the safety net of his Aunt and Uncle being around. For the next few years he had to earn their trust again and by the time he was 18 they had finally forgiven him. It was short lived however as his Uncle Ollie died shortly after.
Depressed he left Star City and began to travel the world honing the skills he had learned testing them in any situation he could. Shortly after his 19th birthday he received word from his Aunt who asked him to return to Star City and join as a member of the Young Justice program.
Notes - Michael has two gifts that he received from his Aunt and Uncle. Stock in his Uncles company, and a leather jacket from his Aunt. The two would often argue over which would be the more useful to Michael.
Sample Post -
Michael sat at a workbench making more of his trick arrows when a soft thump nearby drew his attention away. "You know I was wondering when the League was gonna send someone." He spun around on his stool to look at none other than his Aunt Dinah, the Black Canary. "I didn't expect them to send my own Aunt to put me down though."
"You're just as pessimistic as your Uncle Ollie." She muttered under her breath as she looked around the abandoned warehouse that Michael was using as his current headquarters. "It's a little bare for a secret headquarters don't you think?" She asked as she turned her attention to him. "And I've told you before, the League doesn't 'put people down' we send them to a farm where they can romp and play all day." The comment brought a smile to each of their faces as Dinah grabbed the only other stool in the entire warehouse and set it besides Michael at the workbench, and leaning towards him as he returned to finish the arrow he was working on. "Thanks for putting another stool in here by the way."
"Well I figured that they'd send someone eventually to speak to me about all this," He waved his hand around nonchalantly to mean his current base of operations where he conducted his nightly vigilante agenda. "I was being honest though, I never expected them to send you." He finished the arrow and looked over at his Aunt. "It is good to see you though," Another smile spread across his face. "So what brings you to town?" He asked as he turned on the stool to face her.
"It's great to see you again, too, sweetheart." She said as she brushed his cheek, something she did when he was younger to soften the blow of what she always said afterwards. "But it's time for you to put and end to your time as a vigilante and come back home."
The mention of home reminded him of his Uncle Ollie and caused a slight frown to flash across his face for a brief moment. "You can't stop me from doing this, even if I did go home."
"I don't want you to stop, sweetheart, but I do worry about you being alone out here. That's why I want you to be apart of the Young Justice program that the League is starting."
Michael let out a sigh and looked around the warehouse at the few table filled with arrow stands and the case holding his outfit and bow. "You mind helping me pack up my things?" He asked looking back at his Aunt.
"I'd love to." Dinah said smiling again and pulling Michael into a hug. "It's gonna be great having you back home." |
9,287 | 261 | 8 | 2,356 | 5,042 | AngelFinally someone with tact. Angel smiled and approached Scourge and offered a hand to shake. "Likewise. I hope I may serve you all well." The newcomer entered without a word and started eating. So far this group seemed largely uncooperative. The dynamic made her unsure how Sarah would intergrate with the others. However there was no way to find out but to try, but not just yet. | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,288 | 261 | 9 | 754 | 422 | Shock was pretty much delighted by how much the team enjoyed her food. It was great to have a second use for her teammates -- guinea pigs for her culinary school. She was pretty sure she perfected her sauce and finally took a seat next to the Hood (who looked kind of worn out by the way). She first picked up her bread, (Rolls were one of her favorites!) munching on it as she turned to look at one winged member. "I wonder why she talks like that? It's kind of creepy..."She said to no one in particular with her face somewhat confused. She shrugged it off though. Maybe she was a robot like Red Tornado. Of course, there was a way to figure it out for sure. She could go give her a nice little love zap and see if her electricity fried any circuits...but curiosity killed the cat. She could accidentally turn a teammate into a hell bent psycho keen on destroying their lives (like in one of Virgil's video games! Ha.) or have to deal with one pretty pissed off non-robot teammate for the rest of her stay here. The pros didn't outweigh the cons so she sighed, turning her body back towards her plate and proceeding to eat some of the chicken.
She wondered how her abilities would stack up to the rest of theirs on the field. Would she be a burden she could sometimes be with her brother? Or a teammate that everyone eagerly awaited. She'd just have to worry about all that later she supposed. For now she settled on listening to how her teammates interacted. It wasn't that she was shy or reserved. She would just speak when someone wanted to speak with her instead of forcing her conversation down someones throat. It was a time to take in their personalities too. She hadn't seen everyone yet but she had made judgements about some. Scourge seemed like someone Shock probably wouldn't readily get along with after his reprimand and jokey demeanor about her food tasting good (Of course it tastes good...i made it, her face took on a somewhat sour expression). Judging by how quickly Angel got along with him too it was probably a given that the pair of them would be at odds (ignoring how condescending her personality already came off with the way she spoke and worded things). The Ditto guy seemed adorable though, pretty cool how quickly he liked her food, Photon too. The hood and Kid Rogue she still wasn't sure about but all these were just first impressions...She could be greatly mistaken.
After she finished her plate, she cleared the chicken bones and placed everything in the dishwasher before leaving the headquarters to sit up in a tree. There weren't many wooded areas in Dakota City which is something she yearned for. She felt pretty free in the forest which is ironic given her power-set. She took out her pole, extended it, and flew up towards a branch before hopping onto it and setting her back against it as she calmly closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander. | Name - Veronica Hawkins
Alias - Shock
Age - 19
Sponsor - Static
Personality - Abrasive, Blunt, Free spirited
Powers - Electro-magnetism
Weaknesses - Besides standard human weakness, if completely drenched, powers backfire on her. Distance. Too much use of her power makes her week
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Taken up by her older brother after her powers came to fruition her first day of culinary school, her expanding ability has really taken a toll on Veronica's school life. She still goes to classes but is finishing up a lot more slowly than she would have preferred. Her love life is also zilch thanks to training but besides her fiesty tongue towards the situation, she wouldn't have it any other way. She's also ready to step out of her elder brothers shadow.
Notes -
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"I can handle myself, Virgil!" Veronica slammed the house door as she walked off into the night. Going out so late in the streets of Dakota city was probably okay if you weren't the daughter of a prominent cop but that was besides the point. Veronica had recently gained metahuman abilities a season ago and was learning to keep them under control. When she got heated like this her body started sparking up (literally). Causing power outages in her home probably wasn't a good way to keep her secret identity at bay. It seemed that ever since finding out her brothers true identity with the fruition of hers, he tried to teach her but in most ways treated her more like his kid sister than ever. Even Gear noticed it but always the passive genius, he kept out of it.
As she neared the junkyard (where she always went to practice, who should show up but one of the worst rivals Static had told her about. Ebony. "Heh. Well look who's out here all alone tonight. You trying to play superhero, kid?" That sly raspy mobster voice was enough for her to immediately go onto the defensive. "Stay away from me. I've just about had it tonight."
"Oh so you think you're tough now?"He said as he slid into a 2d shadow form on the ground to attack her.
"You were warned." As soon as he wrapped himself around her, her body lit up in blue electricity, part of it the raw uncontrolled part that came from her emotions, the other part of it controlled, but it had as much energy as sticking two pieces of metal simultaneously into two electrical outlets. "AGGGGGGGGH" he yelled. As he let go of her, he sunk into the concrete and retreated.
"Hmph! don't mess with...me..."She said as she began to feel weak. As she fell backwards Static caught her on his reinforced steel disc. "I know you can handle yourself sis...but you're always going to be my younger sister and i'm always gonna be protective of you..." She mumbled something. "I guess maybe, i could treat you more like a partner though..." she was asleep by then as he flew the pair back home. |
9,289 | 261 | 10 | 1,645 | 768 | Dominic smirked as the so-called Angel responded. It seemed that he was wrong about her being a companion of Hawkwoman. To be fair just because she had a set of wings didn't mean she was automatically A Thanagarian! Although if she ended up claiming that that other place of origin was the big place upstairs, then he was calling bullshit! Sure he could get superheroes and even aliens, but this was something different.
The comment from the so-called Scourge nearly made him laugh out loud. It would seem that there were heroes among them yet! Flexing his arms slightly, he stood tall and moved forward into the room, gently tossing the explosive he was playing with from hand to hand. After pausing for a moment, he opened his mouth once more.
“I am terribly sorry!” He said, his voice riddled with sarcasm. Turning to face Scourge, he continued. “I promise you now Big-man, that I shall not do it again!”
Chuckling slightly he watched as the room gained a new arrival. He gave the hooded youth a short salute before making his way to the refrigerator. Peering inside, he frowned. After place his grenade on the countertop, he rummaged around inside, shunting about the various cans of soda and ready meals.
“I don’t suppose we have any beer?” He asked, turning around to face his new teammates. “Please don’t tell me that we’re going to have to rely on that Pepsi shit in there?” | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,290 | 261 | 11 | 1,676 | 1,195 | You've done well in supposing otherwise, Ray mocked a chivalrous tone. But a sly smile crept across his face before he spoke a special sort of sentence, the kind of outright defiance that created the rebellious teenage stereotype long ago. "We don't have it, but we do have something better." He waved his hand over at their winged associate.
"It'd be great if you would pass me a Pepsi though," he rested his hand on his chest. Mimicking a junkie, he quivered his voice and trembled his every muscle "Could really use somethin' to take the edge off... if you know what I'm sayin'."
"The name's Raymond, I go by Time Bomb." He shrugged, "But you can call me Ray." Then, to no one in particular, "Does anyone know what can clean bulletproof vests? There's this stain on my emblem and I can't get it off. I don't want it to look like there's blood on my logo."
It's just spaghetti sauce. Could get a great bit for my reputation if any of the bad guys saw it though. Looking at all the people surrounding him and recalling those in his vicinty, he summised that a reputation would be all of an advantage he'd really have unless some of the higher powered members fought with their brains instead of brawn. Then I'd have nothing. | Name: Raymond Tyler
Alias: Time Bomb
Age: 17
Sponsor: Blue Beetle
Personality: Snarky, Opportunistic, and Goal-Oriented
Powers As a result of his forefathers ingesting so much Miraclo, he was born with a fraction of its effects, such as superior strength, speed, stamina, and agility. This does not diminish or nullify the benefit of using the improved formula of the drug himself. When on Miraclo, his strength, speed, stamina, agility, and thinking abilities are improved. His perception of time is even slowed. And the effects begin to weaken, depending on how much he exerts himself, around an hour after ingestion. His homemade gadgetry includes: Flash-bombs, smoke canisters, Miraclo dispensers, lock-picks, a pocket knife, & hand-cuffs,.
Weaknesses Unsurprisingly, he has a secret addiction to Miraclo, which his predecessors hadn't shared their experiences with. The withdrawal is brutal, causing agonizing headaches and random blackouts along with general physical weakness.
Appearance As Raymond he generally wears hooded jackets, cargo pants, and running shoes. He has short brown hair, Caucasian skin, brown eyes, a round nose and box-shaped face. He stands roughly 5'11" and has very visible musculature.
BRIEF Bio: Rex Tyler was a pharmaceutical engineer hired to reverse-engineer a tribal formula that gave the users superhuman fitness. His biggest hang up was that his employers were the military. Unwilling to allow the blend to be applied to widespread murder, he purposefully sabotaged the project before being relieved of his position. Once dismissed, he moved to Appleton City to join their police force, putting Miraclo, as he called it, to good use. Later on, his son Rick took a similar course. In his lifetime, Rick refined the formula and optimized its effects.
Raymond 'Ray' Tyler was born in the summer of 2003 to Rick Tyler, the second person to develop Miraclo, and biological son of the original. He long admired their records of service on the police department. Naturally, he aspired to follow in their footsteps, seeing it as his heritage to become a policeman aided by Miraclo. At eight years old, he was constantly being bullied, so he fought back, injuring them unintentionally and being withdrawn from the public school system.
The family moved to Metropolis in 2016, causing Ray to lose touch with all of his friends and causing him to grow socially awkward. His own emotions betrayed him and he needed something to take the edge off, and neither of his forefathers seemed too keen on giving him a supply of Miraclo. So he started crimefighting in the style of Batman, purchasing and designing his own gadgets, outfits, and accessories.
It didn't take the world's greatest detective to figure out what Ray was doing, so Rick decided to allow his son to experience the life of a superhero. Between the two of them, he was jokingly referred to as a ticking Time-Bomb before it became completely obvious that he was in it for the long haul. When he turned sixteen, Rick taught his son how to manufacture Miraclo from a special blend of rare vitamins and common substances.
After a year had passed by and Rick officially gave Ray his blessing as Time Bomb, providing him with his own costume.
Notes: None yet
Sample Post:
A river of thick smoke pressed down an alleyway, suffocating a trio of armed thieves that were caught entirely off guard. They gagged and sputtered, struggling to take in a breath, but fell to their knees. One of them managed to reach for their gun, but wasn't able to prepare himself for the bumble-bee striped blur that bounced on him, smacking the thug's head into the concrete they'd stood on.
"Excellent work," the voice of the Blue Beetle broke the silence that Ray had built.
"Oh, hello there," Ray answered, slightly spooked. Stating the obvious, he said "I didn't realize you'd tagged along. I guess you still got it."
"More or less," the elder hero shrugged his shoulders. "But I watched you tonight, and after the last few days you've had, I think Hourman is ready to hit the big leagues."
"Really!" Ray's eyes opened like the Red Sea.
"Of course. There's a new project. Of course I can't offer you full League membership, yet, but I can fast track you."
"I'm listening."
"Join a group of other rising teens to help out on a wider scale. I won't be on top of you, and as annoying as the people you're going to meet may be, it'll be a lot like the actual League." |
9,291 | 261 | 12 | 1,430 | 796 | James glared at Kid. He didn't like the way the male spoke to him. He was so used to being treated fairly that he wasn't used to the fact the people may not like him. He had worked with the same people long enough that they all knew each other on a personal level. "Don't call me big man. I have no desire to go by any other names. Do not call me by another name unless your intent is to irritate me, in which case we may have problems. Also drinking while on duty isn't a good idea, no matter how little." He shot back at the male then looked to be other male who had asked about washing bulletproof vests. "The outer cover should be removable, you should simply be able to put it in a washer. If not then sponging it with soap and water should do the trick. Of course if it is a bad stain, stain remover works as well." He shrugged as if his knowledge of the armor was normal and continued with his food. Now uninterested in the rest of the people in the room. James wasn't normally this hot headed but for some reason he was on guard now. Was it the new environment and new people? That had to have been it. He did know one thing for sure, if they were expected to be a team it wouldn't be an easy task getting them to work together without some sort of bickering. A lot of training was going to have to go into the teamwork of the group. That much was obvious to him. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,292 | 261 | 13 | 2,483 | 4,789 | “I don’t suppose we have any beer?”
"There's a pub in Dublin I go to some times, no minimum drinking age and all." said Photon. "They only let Supers in. We'll Zeta there after the day's work's over. In fact, if anyone else wants to go, I'll buy them a pint of Guinness too. Just as long as they promise not to come to work with the hangover the next day, that is." Photon rarely drank himself, but he found that it was a good way to get people to like you. "I'm Photon by the way." He held out his hand. | Name: Lin Sian
Alias: Photon
Age: 19
Sponsor: Dr. Light, Raven
Personality: Greedy, Cunning, Caring
Powers: Light manipulation: Can generate and absorb electromagnetic waves, though the further they are from the visual spectrum the harder they are to work with. While this ability is generally fairly weak, he also has the ability to bend, focus, and redirect light, which is remarkably strong, and can even be used to keep industrial lasers and laser weapons from hitting him. This ability also works on hard light constructs, such as holograms and Lantern constructs, due to Dr. Light's training. He has been known to focus the ambient light into laser beams when need be, but they are generally weak due to the small amount of light in them.
His suit can absorb light from the visible and some near-visible wavelengths, storing them for him to use or using them to power a hard-light shield on the surface of the suit.
Weaknesses: Darkness. Without light he has to rely on the small amount generated by his suit or the small amount he can generate. During his training with Raven, however, he learned to resist the weakening effects of Darkness.
Brief Bio: He doesn't remember his parents, just growing up in an orphanage on the outskirts of Gotham. The adults there were cruel, only caring about the money they got off of the kids, not the kids themselves. When he started exhibiting powers at the age of seven the people there saw him as a gold mine. With a metahuman working for them they could make huge amounts of money. They quickly pulled him out of school and started his grueling training, with one of the workers there teaching him karate via the "if you'd learn to dodge you wouldn't get hit" technique. They'd then make him exercise, followed by using his powers. When he became too tired to keep practicing, they'd beat him until he started practicing again.
One day he decided he'd had enough of this and, when they tried to beat him, he blinded them with a burst of light. He ran away and never came back. He learned to live on his own, being taught by the beggars, thieves, and general low-lifes how to make a quick dollar when you needed to. He even learned to read and write due to the teachings of one of the homeless men in the area. The man was an ex scientist who'd let alcohol ruin his life, but he was more than happy to teach a child about math and science. From his teachings Lin learned about how you could cloak something by bending the light around it, and found that he could do the same thing with his powers.
When he grew up he went to look for a more reliable way of making money and came across Dr. Light. The Doctor agreed to build training devices for him, and help him to learn to use his powers as long as he would steal things the Doctor needed in his research. One year ago, however, the Justice League caught Dr. Light and locked him up. Lin decided to strike out on his own, but when, a few weeks later, he found a young girl living on the streets in Metropolis's China town district he got an apartment nearby and adopted her, though not officially. He now steals things for whoever is willing to pay.
What's Changed: N/A
Notes: Skills: Stealth, Parquor, lock picking, hacking, studied several martial arts forms
Sample Post: Photon decloaked himself near his apartment. Another successful job. Another paying client satisfied.
"Azarath Metrion Zinthos" he heard, and was immediately surrounded in a sphere of darkness, cutting off access to his power source, namely ambient light. He tried to output enough light by himself to overpower her trap, but she was too powerful. Eventually, he stopped struggling and she made the field around his head disappear. "Photon. You're under arrest. Give back your stolen goods and I'll make sure the police go easy on you."
"I don't have it anymore, I already delivered it to my client."
"Then tell me who the client is so that I can get it back." she responded.
"I can't do that. I'll lose clients if I tell who they are."
"But you'll lose Lin if you get sent to prison." she said, referring to Photon's sister.
He knew that he couldn't risk getting locked up, as she would be sent to a orphanage if he was put in jail. "So you know about her. That means you know why I need the money. I'm willing to switch sides and work for you instead, but I'll still need a paycheck."
She thought about it for a while, then nodded. "Fine," she said, "we'll work something out, but in the mean time, consider me your parole officer. Now, the name of your client?"
Photon nodded. "Luthor." |
9,293 | 261 | 14 | 2,356 | 5,042 | AngelThe tension was more than Angel wanted to deal with. Raising her hands she tried to calm things down a bit. "There is no need to fight amongst one another over such trivial things. We are to be a team and may need to rely on our fellow teammates to succeed." Her efforts may very well be lost on those here. Somehow she thought her words would be lost on Sarah.
The teen was more familiar with things though. Perhaps it would be a good idea to let her take over. Angel had actually missed the comment to their being something better when referring to her. "A pleasure to met you Raymond." | Name - Sarah Donner
Alias - Guardian Angel (Angel or GA for short)
Age - 17 {Angel appears to be in her mid 20s)
Sponsor - Zatanna
Personality - Sarah can actually have conflictual personalities. She honestly would prefer if people left here alone and vices versa. Being sociable was not something she grew up doing and she could be very cynical. Even with those close to her she would act sassy. But her transformation into Guardian Angel compels her to assist others. And if that requires her to act extremely outgoing and friendly then she cannot stop herself.
Powers - White magic: First and foremost, transforms her into Guardian Angel. As Angel she possesses super strength, speed, and the ability to heal. Obviously taking on the form of a winged angel she has the ability to fly.
Weaknesses - While more athletic as Guardian Angel, physically she is not any more durable than a normal person. Using up too much of her magic energy will cause her to change back into Sarah, who has no special qualities and is as normal as any other human. Having a dual personality when the two don't agree then her performance suffers.
Appearance -
Sarah:
Guardian Angel:
BRIEF Bio - Growing up in a bad side of town made life pretty tough. Street smarts and fighting were a must but it was only a matter of time before Sarah fell in with a bad crowd. The things they did were small time, petty theft and psudo-terf wars. Somebody somewhere must have been desperate because her little gang got recruited for a big job knocking off a local museum. The payoff was just too good to pass up and they would even be provided the equipment and plans to pull it off. The reality was that the people who wanted the loot needed as much distance from the crime as possible. Getting a bunch of clueless kids to do it for them made that easy.
Things went without a hitch. Everyone got out with the loot, some weird broken stone tablet. Lagging behind with the loot Sarah missed the rondevu with their employer long enough to avoid getting nabbed like the rest of her gang. She did however see what happened and got away. Word quickly reached her that if the goods were not brought like promised that her friends would be killed. Things were getting too real for Sarah to deal with and she had no idea what to do. These guys clearly did not hold up to their word. What could be so important about a busted up old rock? It sort of looked like a puzzle though. Needing a break from the stress she busied herself assembling the pieces. In the back of her mind though she wanted to help her friends and it brought her back to things her mother used to tell her about guardian angels. Her friends could definitely use one now. Putting in the last piece her silent wish was granted. Becoming part of Sarah, the tablet gave her new form and power to carry out the wish and her days as Guardian Angel began.
Sarah's new found power came with an unusual catch. The normally rough and difficult to work with girl would spin on a dime whenever danger was present or something bad happened. What's more those situations were not something she could ignore. If she could help then whether she really wanted to or not she felt obligated to do so. Involuntarily thrust into a much bigger role than she ever wanted many of her actions are now dictated by her strange alter ego.
Notes - Sarah still doesn't know who hired her gang or what exactly the tablet was. Having no leads or magical knowledge she had made little headway.
Sample Post - After some much unneeded chaos Angel had taken care of an armed robbery. Sarah had only gone out to pick up a few things and the sirens had drawn her attention. Since her transformation into an angelic being had occured she had found such alarms difficult to pass up. Most often they were small tasks but the word of a Guardian Angel in the city was hard to miss. Thankfully she could hide her identity behind the teen punk she was.
Having moved out of sight of the public she was about to return to normal when some unusual words floated through the air. They were actually spoken backwards, a signature of the magician Zatanna. Spinning on her heels the woman smirked slightly. "So you're the guardian angel I've been hearing about. You're pretty good at hiding when you're not out saving the day." Both Sarah and Angel had heard of Zatanna. At one point the girl had thought about asking for help in learning what had happened to her. Even if this was a hero though she wasn't willing to give up her secret. "I must stay hidden if I wish not to put myself in any more unneeded danger." The statement seemed self defeating since she purposely threw herself into risky situations.
Such was the life when saving people. Stepping a card appeared in the magician's hand and she offered it. "Well you're doing a good job. But if you really want to make it in this business then you're going to need friends. Think about it for a while and..." Her words were cut short when Angel spoke up. "I exist to help people. If accepting your offer will assist in that endeavor then I am ready." Slightly caught off guard by the unwavering willingness she chuckled. Stepping back a bit Zatanna tilted her tophat back a bit. "Well aren't you a eager beaver. Well alright then, we'll be in touch. Hang onto the card and when everything is ready you'll know." Stepping around a corner she seemed to disappear just as quickly with another spell.
With the coast clear the winged being seemed to dissolve into twinkles of light leaving behind the young Sarah. The card still in hand she glanced down at it. Scrawled on its face seemed to be magical lettering with a few small details about a team, Young Justice. Great, once again GA had gotten her in over her head. Frustrated she tried to toss the card aside but it got caught by a mysterious gust of wind and flung back into her face. |
9,294 | 261 | 15 | 2,731 | 1,549 | Had people always been this noisy? She couldn't recall.
Cassandra quietly entered the kitchen, or as quietly as her armour would allow, without so much as a word to anyone besides the occasional "Excuse me" as she made her way to the kitchen sink and proceeded to pour herself a glass of water from the kitchen tap. As she took a sip from the glass, she couldn't help but overhear the conversation of her peers. They seemed to be... arguing? Maybe not quite the right word, but there was definitely tension building in this room. It seemed that after her year of training, she had forgotten how petty and hot-tempered people her own age could be. She'd only arrived at this place yesterday, accompanied by Wonder Woman, and had been set up a room and told to do her best. So far, doing 'her best' had involved Cassandra doing 'her best' to avoid socialising with her teammates, and she's stayed in her room for most of yesterday, meditating. Now, however, she was finally getting to see what kind of people her new 'team' were.
The only one who seemed determined to keep the peace was the girl who introduced herself to the others as 'Angel', and that name seemed to suit her quite well as Cassandra eyed the girl's white wings. Angel seemed to want to inspire could will and teamwork among the rest of them. Time would tell if that would work out for her.
Or not. After all, if Cassandra wanted to, she could have looked into the futures of every person here and know for sure what kind of people they were and what kind of decisions they were likely to make. Though, given how they were acting, she might not have to. She could already tell, for example, that the boy who called himself Kid Rogue was going to be a trouble-maker. He probably thought himself to be quite the rebel and the joker, but Cassandra was not impressed, especially about the beer comment.
She rolled her eyes, and took another sip of her water. | Name:
Kendra Martins
Alias:
Cassandra, formerly Foresight
Age:
18
Sponsor:
Wonder Woman
Personality:
Stoic, stubborn, proud
Powers:
Kendra has the power of foresight, though her visions are not completely reliable or concrete. They tell her what is most likely to happen based on the decisions a person is going to make, but not what will definitely happen, as decisions and choices can change over time.
She can access these visions veer mediation, occasionally, but not always, accompanied by incense, which can help make the visions more vivid and clear. She can even control what she sees by thinking of a certain person, place or event that she knows is going to happen. These visions can vary from extremely vivid to brief and unhelpful, with rarely any way to tell how urgent or far away the events foretold within them will occur, and, as said before, the future isn't written in stone.
She also had something of a 'danger sense', which will alert her seconds before danger hits. It really only helps her, however, and can't be used to assist in-danger teammates.
Kendra also, to aid her with her lack of offensive power, has had training from the Amazons and Wonder Woman, and has even been lent a magical spear, which was christened Aristokles, meaning 'the best glory', that can change shape and responds to verbal commands in Greek.
Weaknesses:
Kendra has no other powers besides her foresight, and therefore is physically weaker than most heroes, usually having to rely on her wits, training and occasional danger sense to help in her fight, meaning she might be next to useless against large, more powerful threats.
Aside from her physical weaknesses, Kendra will also have difficulty getting on with others, often keeping to herself and rarely socialising outside of a battle, which might make working on a team with her incredibly difficult at times. She also likes keeping information shown in her visions to herself, as she believes that keeps her as in a position of power despite her lack of physical strength. On top of this, despite her stoic and proud persona, she's actually very insecure and full of self-loathing, and even has quite the temper that may reveal itself should her weaknesses be exposed.
Appearance:
(Special thanks to Aro for creating this awesome micro for me ^^)
Kendra is very short. About 5'4", to be exact. Despite her lack of height, she's gained a quite a bit of muscle from her time training at Paradise Isle, making her sturdy and strong. She has blonde hair that is so long she could practically sit on it, though she often has it tied up in a plait, particularly when in battle. While originally pale, she has gain some sun from her time with the Amazons, contributing to a warm tan and a face sprinkled with freckles. She has narrow hazel eyes that always seem to be set into a glare, a tiny snub of a nose, slightly crooked teeth with a prominent gap between her front two teeth.
Her costume can be seen in the image above, with armour beneath her hood, and she seems to rarely wear anything else. Expect her when not wearing her costume and armour to be wearing very baggy, loose clothes, and she doesn't seem to like showing much skin. She seems to favour the colour green. She also has a silver pendant, given to her by a very dear friend, which she almost never takes off. She keeps it under her clothes and costume, and it seems to have a picture inside, but she'll only look at it when she feels she's alone.
BRIEF Bio:
Kendra was not born with her powers. In fact, up until the age of 14, she lived a fairly normal albeit lonely life. She was an only child and her parents both worked full-time jobs, often meaning they would not be back before Kendra came home from school. Being shy and socially awkward as a child, she had very few friends. However, she did have one friend, a very close friend: Juliet Silverman. Kendra and Juliet were as close as two people could be. "Like sisters," Juliet often said, though, as Kendra got older (around age 13) and began to hit puberty, she started to wonder if it was more than that, if her feelings for Juliet extended beyond friendship, if she... loved Juliet.
Unfortunately, things took a turn for the worse when the supervillain and terrorist Snafu (my character and, no, he will not be popping up in this RP) entered the picture, when he blew up the local police station. Juliet's father was a policeman and Juliet had been there visiting her father when the station was attacked. Juliet's father and a couple of other police man somehow manage to escape with minimal injury, but, alas, Juliet did not. Kendra was devastated. Her best friend, her only real friend, had been killed. For the next few months of so, she locked herself up in her room, not going to school or talking to anyone. Her parents, who were never good at dealing with their daughter, decided to leave her alone, believing she would get better in time. However, what they didn't know was that ever since Juliet's death, Kendra had started to become obsessed with occult and spiritualism. She began researching on necromancy and demonology, hoping to find some way to bring her friend back. After much searching, she finally found something, stories about a demon known as Mammon, the demon of greed who would grant a human's greatest desire, albeit for a price. Kendra didn't care about any 'price', she was too young to understand about consequences and too possessed by her grief.
So she summoned the demon Mammon and asked for him to bring her friend back. However, Mammon confessed that, despite his powers, he could not revive the dead, yet he did say that he would gladly grant any other request Kendra desired. Kendra was upset... "If only I could see the future," she said. "I could have prevented it... I could have saved her." She didn't mean that as a request, but Mammon decided to interpret it as such. "As you wish," he said, and with a click of his fingers, he was gone, though Kendra begged him to return.
It was only a couple of days later that Kendra's powers began to make themselves known, first showing when she managed to save a little girl from getting run over by a speeding car. A few days past, each day passing with Kendra's powers resurfacing and allowing her to help other people. She couldn't control them and wasn't sure what to do with them, but she was grateful for them nonetheless. They gave her a purpose, a reason to keep going even though Juliet wasn't there anymore. She couldn't save Juliet, but she could save others. Of course, everything comes with a price, and Kendra soon got a second visit from Mammon a month later. He told her the powers he gave her was a taster and if she wanted, she could keep them for the rest of life... she agreed that, once she was at the age of 20, she would come to the underworld with him and become his bride. Kendra was a little frightened, and yet, she didn't want to give up her powers. So she agreed. "See you in six years," he said with a grin, and vanished again.
For the next year, she used her powers to save others, fighting crime as the vigilante Foresight, at the time NOT sponsored by the League, which meant she was not trusted or liked in the public eye. She particularly made it a personal matter to deal with the villain Snafu, using her powers to catch him and lock him away for good. But her last battle with Snafu was a close call, and she decided that it was too dangerous for her to continue, so she instead settled on sending anonymous tips to the police and letting them deal with it. It was only when she was nearing her 17th birthday that she started to worry about her deal with Mammon and began to regret it, knowing she only had three more years before he would come to collect. She tried to summon him in an attempt to call off the deal, but no matter how many times she tried, the demon would not appear. It seemed there was nothing she could do... at least, not by herself. It was then she decided to contact help. She first thought about the JL Dark, but knowing Constantine's reputation, she decided against it, and instead went to the Justice League. They were unsure of what to do at first, until they decided that the best course of action was to send her to Wonder Woman, who was now ruling over the Paradise Isles with the other Amazons, believing that only could Wonder Woman protect but also teach Kendra to protect herself.
Kendra lived at Paradise Isles for about a year, training under Wonder Woman, as well acting as a soothsayer for the queen. Back home, her parents did not know, and still don't, where she has gone and she been written off as a 'missing person'. Kendra feels this is for best. She doubts her parents will believe her anyhow. Kendra had also discarded her old identity of Foresight and changed her alias to 'Cassandra', after the Greek soothsayer. In fact, Kendra seems to have adopted the name Cassandra as though it were her real name, asking Wonder Woman and the other Amazons to refer to her as 'Cassandra', and prefers that to 'Kendra', as she feels that that life is behind her now. Still, she keeps a reminder of her past: a small picture of her old friend Juliet, which she keeps in a silver locket that Juliet gave her for her 13th birthday, so many years ago.
Recently, though, Wonder Woman has noticed that perhaps Cassandra needs more than just protection, and she needs to learn how to get along with others her own age, so she sent her off to the Young Justice in order to learn how to, well, be a human being again. She promises she'll keep in touch, and that the League will still do their best to look after her and make sure Mammon doesn't come to get her. Cassandra is skeptical, but she has been talked into it, and has come to terms with the idea on the basis that the team might need her powers. Now, she's just arrived in Star City, and is determined to take the team by storm.
What's Changed:
Very little. She's had a little longer to train with the Amazons (about a month or two, at the most), meaning her fighting skills are better, but is perhaps a little less likely to warm to others as quickly, and will probably take a lot more to gain respect her new teammates. Spending over a year with a group of proud warrior women who look down on mortals will do that to you.
Notes:
- Cassandra's past is one she keeps to herself. Only the League know the truth about her deal with Mammon, and have agreed not to divulge this information to the YJ, hoping that Cassandra will tell them herself when she's ready.
- Cassandra is a lesbian, though she hasn't yet admitted this to herself. She does believe she was genuinely in love with Juliet, but doesn't think herself of loving women as a whole. Then again, she doesn't really think of herself as loving men. If you ever asked her, she'd claim she is incapable of romantic feelings towards anyone (besides Juliet, of course).
Sample Post:
WIP |
9,295 | 261 | 16 | 1,645 | 768 | At the fellow teenager’s request, Dominic reached into the fridge and tossed him a can of Pepsi. The guy’s name was Time Bomb. Judging by that, this guy was probably pretty powerful, although honestly Dominic didn’t think that he looked it. The comment about removing blood amused him, as from where he was standing he was pretty sure that stain was some kind of sauce. He didn’t say anything though, as this guy had yet to annoy him. He was about to offer to give his suit an upgrade if he ever had the time or the parts but before he could speak Scourge spoke up yet again, displaying his apparent expert knowledge on cleaning bullet proof vests.
Dominic rolled his eyes. “Pretty impressive knowledge there, Scrooge” He said, evidently mispronouncing the guy’s name. Dominic listened as someone else, who identified themselves as Proton, spoke before continuing. “Sure thing mate! Although I doubt it’ll beat the place me and tha’ Rogues used to hang in back in Central City! That place sure was a riot!”
Yet another person entered the room, replacing the young chef who had apparently cooked the food everyone was eating. Honestly he hadn’t even noticed her leave! This new girl seemed to be sporting some kind of armour under a green robe. Surprisingly the medieval sort of armour, not the modern kind. She was certainly pretty and for that Dominic was about to give her one of his signature moves, although judging by the look she seemed to be giving everyone in the room, and mostly himself, he decided against it. Besides him potentially flirting with her was merely for show as she, nor any of the other girls on this team were his type at all.
With antagonising his new teammates not giving him the satisfaction he had expected, Kid Rogue took his leave, making his way to the armoury. Before coming here, he had been promised by the Flash that he would get his own workbench there so he decided that he may as well do something productive to pass the time. Arriving, he slouched down into the swivel chair at what appeared to be his desk and pulled out his old wireless communicator, and set to work. Maybe they’d make him the team leader if he made everyone communicators? | Name: Dominic Miller
Alias: Kid Rogue, formerly Kid Kold
Age: 18
Sponsor: The Flash
Personality: Rude, opinionised, determined
Powers:
A form of technopathy, Dominic has the superhuman ability to innately understand any mechanical device he comes into contact with. This enables him to know how to manufacture a whole range of devices, as long as he has the available materials at hand.
As well as this, Dominic has been trained in some combat during both his time with both the Rogues and the Flash. While no expert, Dominic has also had some training in the use of the tools utilized by the Rogues, such as Pied Piper's sonic technology and Mirror Master’s mirrors.
Weaknesses:
Aside from the typical weaknesses that come with being a typical human being, Dominic has a severe nut allergy.
Equipment:
Sonic Gauntlets – Based on the technology built into the Pied Piper's hypnotic flute, Kid Rogue has equiped his gauntlet to perform similar results, with them able to emit a hypnotic signal which suggests that people evacuate the area which they are currently located. This is mostly used for crowd control, or to disperse mutiple entities that he may have to go up against. The gauntlets can also emit sonic vibrations which could shatter glass at high frequencies.
Mirror Gauntlets – Kid Rogue’s gauntlets also make use of two mirrors, which contain small doorways to Mirror Master’s mirror dimension. While too small to travel through, Dominic uses this to store and retrieve a variety of weapons, for quick access in the field.
He also makes use of various explosive devices similar to that used by the Trickster which he has stored in his gauntlet mirrors.
Ear plugs, due to hypnotic gauntlet related reasons.
Appearance:
BRIEF Bio:
After witnessing The Flash fail to save the life of his mother during a fire, Dominic’s hatred for the scarlet speedster started. Instead of idolising the heroes like the rest of the kids in his new home, the orphanage, Dominic set his eyes on a new group of idols; the Rogues. He admired their rules and efficiency, with the boy keen to follow in their footsteps. In his early teens he made a small record for himself, mostly due to petty theft and shoplifting. Although he followed the rules of the Rogues, not harming anyone. Discovering that he had meta-human abilities, Dominic decided that he could finally be of use to his heroes, and was determined to join their ranks. He tracked the team’s whereabouts to their regular bar but was unfortunately rejected by ol’ Captain Cold himself, who told the kid to “Fuck right off”. That didn’t stop him though, as Dominic managed to get an imprint of how to make the villain's weapon just by giving it a simple touch.
Within a few days, he had completed recreating the gun, and after suiting up in a homemade costume, he took to the streets. Finding the Rogues outside the Central City National Bank, Dominic managed to come to the aid of Captain Cold, by getting a hit on the Flash. After joining the group’s escape, they deemed themselves impressed and after learning of his abilities they decided to keep Dominic along. While mostly staying behind in their safe house while the team went on heists, he trained in the use of their gear, as well as adding advancements to it. After a while, he joined the team for his first real heist, under the guise of Kid Rogue, mirroring the alias of the Flash’s old partner, Kid Flash. The mission was successful although during his second outing, he was apprehended by the Flash.
Despite first resisting and fighting back due to him believing that his team would come save him, he realized that the Rogues weren’t coming and that he had been abandoned. Reluctantly, he decided to put his feelings against the Flash aside and let the hero help him. He was relocated to a new foster family and was instructed to give up his previous costumed activities. That didn’t stop him though, as Kid Rogue continued to hit the streets at night, although this time as a hero.
Sample post:
“I thought I told you to give up with this, kid?”
Despite currently focussing on not being taken out by the group of thugs surrounding him, the sound of that distinctive voice caught his attention. Groaning, Kid Rogue lowered his raised sonic gauntlets, his eyes watching his current predicament disappear in a blur. Or for use of a better word, in a flash. In front of him, the scarlet speedster darted about, quickly pinning the hooded goons against the parking lot wall, locking their hands together behind their backs using some kind of futuristic handcuffs.
While many would have loved to witness such a sight, the teenage vigilante was extremely pissed off. Every time! Every single time he ventured out at night to fight the good fight, this guy always turned up and sent him packing.
“I take it you have my place bugged or somethin’, old man?” Dominic questioned as he approached the superhero, adjusting the circuitry on his gauntlets as he did so.
The Flash simply gave the boy his signature smile and let out a short laugh. “You’re not going to stop doing this are you?” He spoke, ignoring the question. The grumpy look on Dominic gave him his answer instantly. “Well if I can’t stop you, then at least I can make sure you go about this the right way! It’s time you and I had a little chat.”
Notes:
Due to Captain Cold choosing not to come rescue Dominic from the Flash, Dominic has stopped idolising the villain so decided to no longer use a cold gun out in the field, relying on his sonic gauntlets and technomancy instead! |
9,296 | 261 | 17 | 555 | 1,480 | L'Oriana only arrived at the new HQ to which would be new home here on the alien world of earth late last night with her sponsor Starfire, It was of course one of the greatest honours the young teen could ever of hoped for, Her very own princess of her people would be the one to help her transition on this new world. When most of the other team member that already arrived were asleep L'Oriana was getting a tour of the many facilities which were quite impressive, The Tamerean had already had the opportunity of learning the English language through lip contact and only time would tell if she would learn any more, eventually she would have wash and head for some rest herself before she would start anew the next day and get her first opportunity of seeing her team mates, One thing that greatly interested her to no end.
In the morning L'Oriana woke up early, she generally struggled to sleep in her new environment and probably would need a few day or so of adjustment getting used to the new sleep pattern and day/night cycle of the planet. due to waking up early she hit the gym after doing some warm ups, woman's sportswear was more comfortable then she thought it would be and certainly let plenty of her skin breathe during the workout, She took part in various activities for a few hours to burn off her restlessness. Soon enough L'Oriana had went to freshen up with a shower where the warm water gently glided down her smooth leathery skin, it was so relaxing and a place she could so easily stay in forever but not such a thing would last as the time had came to meet the other of this team for the first time.
L'Oriana wondered how different she would appear to the others as Tamerans were quite a rare sight, after freshening up the young teen set about putting on some fresh clean clothing, a one off shoulder top with a pair of short jeans was what she decided upon wearing, earth clothing and the way females of this world certainly dress differently to her own kind but it was a whole new experience and she liked the clothing she had on. deciding to remain bare foot as she normally enjoys to do, The beauty made her way out towards the kitchen where there was the sound of quite few people conversing and that smell, what was it? The only thing she could discern was it had to be food, Something she had yet to sample was the food of this world, but the smell was surprisingly pleasant.
Softly walking her way to the kitchen L'Oriana stepped just inside the doorway to see many conversing around the table or at least close to it, She watched for a few moments seeing how the group was interacting with one another and although many of them look mostly human in nature, The one with the Angelic wings and another in what appears to be ancient armour stood out the most. She remembered reading up there was Carggite on the team also. She was a little worried but also excited of this new adventure and the new people that would be her team mates, All sponsored or chosen by many great people. L'Oriana had her hands resting in front of her with fingers interlaced when she decided to speak up. "Hello" Was the only thing that she came out with and a soft smile, Sure she learned the English language of this world easily but was not accustomed or sure of the customs of greetings on this planet, She was not being seductive in any way and was quite relaxed but was not sure how people would react to her appearance, Her exotic blue eyes scanning over the room at the others. | Name:
L'Oriana
Nickname:
Lori
Alias:
Starbolt
Age:
17
Sponsor:
Starfire.
Personality:
L'Oriana comes from a highly sensuous, Honest and emotional culture. For the most part she is in touch with her emotions but can get a little hot tempered at times, She is a honest individual that is often optimistic but has a no nonsense warrior attitude with a gentle innocence. Despite that innocence she is free spirited and can have a wild sexuality but will take friendships seriously, L'Orianna can often get distressed when others that are close. Especially her friends argue or fight with one another.
Powers:
With her Tamaranean Physiology, Starbolt's body is able to absorb and Project energy from ultraviolet rays, Starbolt can project that energy in the form of destructive blue bolts. Thanks to a Ring that was specially made for her so she is able to fly like others in her species, The speed of Starbolt's flight can be supersonic, Although she has yet to achieve this. Also, Starbolt's strength and endurance is more superior to that of a normal human. Starbolt is also able to "absorb" any basic spoken tongues and languages through lip contact with another individual, so that she can speak and understand it immediately. Thanks to the training she had with warlords on the planet Okaara, Starbolt has become an excellent fighter in hand-to-hand combat, both armed and unarmed being ambidextrous and agile.
Weaknesses:
One of the first major weaknesses is the ring that was made for her for without it Starbolt can not fly due to her childhood illness which would effectively ground the Tamaranean. Another weakness in fact can be were Starbolt's body constantly absorbs ultraviolet radiation which is converted into energy enabling her to use energy projection but this can act sometimes beyond her control for example releasing a small blue energy blast when she sneezes or where she does not know her own strength and accidental bending of a street light or bending/breaking other objects, Despite her strength and endurance being superior to a human starbolt is unable to survive in hostile environments or where there is no oxygen.
Appearance:
( Special thanks to Aro for this awesome Micro.)
L'Oriana is a very physically attractive woman though few would be brave enough go so far as to call her beautiful, she stands at a height of 5'10 and weighting 158lbs with Auburn hair she chooses to wear freely, Gold leather skin with light blue eyes thanks to her alien physiology giving her a exotic look for her kind. She has a medium size nose, hands, and ears, and thin eyebrows with high cheekbones and delicate over average size lips, She wears a size 8 shoe with a good feminine build with a toned, Curvy figure and Slender shoulders.
BREIF Bio:
L'Oriana did not have the most easiest of life's on Tamaran and although born to a loving family things were made all the more tougher when she suffered from a childhood Illness that robbed her of the ability to fly. The inability of the use of flight like the others in her race made her feel a little outcast as she did not have as many privileges as others. Despite these hardships and in Tamaran's warlike custom, Toriand'r was sent for warrior training with the Warlords of Okaara. this took up most of her childhood year with hard work and training pushing hard to prove herself but for whom she never thought about. Upon returning to her home L'Oriana was given a ring that was especially forged to give the wearer like herself the ability to fly, It was the most amazing gift the was given to her and soon additional help and training with flying was needed. Eventually Lori's family had taken her to earth with the hope, honour and opportunity to put everything she had learned and experienced so far to join the Young Justice League with the Tamarean Princess Starfire as her sponsor, this would make the teens first time on Earth. |
9,297 | 261 | 18 | 1,537 | 4,324 | BOOM!
The group of young heroes in the kitchen could hear the lower level's War Room underground from the rest of the base. Somebody was currently engaging an enemy holo-droid or two and the explosion was quite loud. That somebody was the Carggite, Kilian.
Five Minutes Earlier...
After meeting a few of his teammates and wolfing down the meal Ditto walked away from the group when the smell of the food was too much after being told to leave some for the rest of the group. He walked around a bit before making his way underground to the War Room. It was mostly separated from the rest of the HQ, underground, and a bit of a walk down a hallway about sixty yards. Entering the viewing room there was an entrance to the floor level of the War room, one sided glass windows for viewing any battles/training going on, a water fountain, chairs, and another small staircase leading to the bird nest type control room high above the large football colosseum like room.
"Okay boys, you.." Ditto began saying after splitting into his three selves, "..go and take care of the controls. I'm gonna stay here with #2 and stretch. Maybe get a drink of water." said the original Kilian.
The duplicate ran up the staircase and began looking over the controls. He set the difficulty to 'medium' and began looking over the list of threats pictured on the monitor...
"Hey there's that purple guy I fought awhile back! Parasite is a fitting name for the leech but he looks so much bigger..." Ditto #3 said out loud still looking over the options.
He finally settled on one that didn't look too tough who's A.I. was set really low like the brute was dumb. After a few moments he ran back down the stairs and entered the War Room with his 'brothers' and stretched a bit himself before the War Room started to generate the environment. A local city block, a handful of civilians, a couple small fires, and the enemy who would be responsible for it all if any of it were real...
Before Ditto knew what was going on, from out of the smoke and debris came a large grey fist sending the original Carggite smashing into the top of a convertible vehicle.
BOOM!
Ditto looked up and saw who his #3 had chosen for them to battle. Born on a Monday... Solomon Grundy.
~KL~ | Name - Kilian Darukk
Alias - Ditto
Age - 19
Sponsor - Superman
Personality - mischievous, headstrong, stubborn
Powers - alien Carggite ability to triplicate into three individuals with a telepathic link to one another and slightly increased physical attributes.
Weaknesses - while stronger, faster, and more durable than most humans, Ditto can still be harmed by anything an average human would be. It should be noted his 'costume' is made from a cloth on Cargg similar to Kevlar..
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Kilian recently crash landed on Earth while travelling the stars, in Metropolis no less, and shortly after began moonlighting as a superhero when Superman was away. A native of the planet Cargg, Superman was familiar with Ditto's alien heritage from his experience with the Legion of Superheroes from the 30th century. After meeting the hero in costume after a run-in with Parasite, the older Superman discovered out of costume he was living in homeless shelters while one of his duplicates performed on the street for pocket change.
What's Changed - Ditto is back to being only a triplicate and his strength isn't as great as it once was.
Notes - Ditto's symbol is Interlac for the letter d. Interlac is a common alphabet used by various planets in the neighboring space sectors, mostly for interplanetary trade and shipping.
Sample Post -
The purple skinned Parasite was too busy trying to eat one of the triplicates to realize the other two were spinging a trap. Without a living solar battery like Superman to drain, the monster was down to about the size of a skinny human with wrinkly prunish skin. The Carggite was strong, enough to bend weaker steel like that used to make the dumpsters in Metropolis. While one of the triplicates kept the monster's attention the other two quickly sprung their rap.
Clark Kent managed to catch most of the fight. After hearing a woman in an alley scream 'Monster!' Clark began to change into Superman, dropping a hotdog he'd just bought from a street vendor. Before he even had his shirt unbuttoned and the glasses off he'd witnessed the young man from Cargg intervene with his x-ray vision. Superman knew if he went in now the villain would only grow stronger, and it was safer to stay at a distance. Soon enough a steel dumpster was a makeshift restraining unit for the Parasite and the triplicates were absorbed into the prime Ditto.
Later in the evening Clark Kent was out for a walk and noticed something familiar about a homeless boy collecting change on the street. His instrument, something like a miniature guitar, was made from trash and discarded materials. The young man was wearing dark sunglasses but Clark could still see the boy's glowing yellow eyes behind them. It was the young hero from earlier. Or one of his triplicates. Clark approached the kid with money and whispered into his ear...
"I can help you and your brothers... meet me at the top of the Daily Planet building at sundown..." Kent said to the boy under his breath.
"If you know my secret you should know I haven't figured out this strange writing on your plane or why they don't use Interlac. What's a 'Daily Planet building'?" the young boy with long dark hair asked.
Sometime after sundown...
"What do you say Kilian?" the Man of Steel asked.
"I'm in." Kilian responded.
"What did the lower case d stand for on your shirt, Duplicate Boy?" Superman asked, obviously referring to Triplicate Girl/Duplicate Girl in the Legion of Superheroes from the future.
"That sounds horrible... it stands for Ditto." the young hero said with a smirk
~KL~ |
9,298 | 261 | 19 | 1,430 | 796 | James finished his food, avoiding his other teammates as much as possible due to him already being frustrated. Kid Rogue had already gotten on his nerves and he had already figured out that this team was going to have to work on their teamwork. Sighing he got up, washed his dish and began heading to his room. It was then that he heard the boom come from somewhere below. He was unsure exactly were but if he had his guess he would say the war room. It was likely someone was doing something that rather destructive, then again it was all simulated, they could be causing real damage to tho room. Grunting he headed toward the war room in no particular hurry. When he got there he headed into the control/observation room and watched the inhabitant of the room, or should he say inhabitants. Deciding that he should watch more he stayed put and watched the duplicates and orriginal, though he couldn't tell which was which, go through the program. | Name - James Natchgale
Alias - Scourge
Age - 20
Sponsor - Red Tornado
Personality - Kind, Charismatic, Happy
Powers - Fire manifestation and manipulation as well as smoke manipulation. He can also raise his body temperatures close to supernova with no harm to his own body other than physical exhaustion (the hotter his body gets the more exhausted he gets he is prone to bad fevers when physically exhausted from this ability). Can also absorb flames into his body though this will also cause his body temp to rise resulting similarly to the above complicating.
Weaknesses - Water is an obvious weakness, with his raised average temperature being introduced to the cold to quickly will put his body into shock. Also anything that kills or injures a normal human kills and injured him other than fire and breathing in smoke (his lungs are used to breathing it in)
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - James grew up in a normal home, though when his powers first started developing he used that fact that he could raise his body temp to his advantage, often using it skip school. Though as more of his abilities began to surface his body began to inexplicably smoke or catch fire. This, of course, caused him to drop out of school all together though it didn't effect him much as he was at the top of his class anyway. James went into Firemen training after gaining control of his ability and after landing a job as a fireman he secretly used his ability to subside or even completely put out the fire, depending on the intensity of the flame.
Sample Post - It was a normal day at the fire station, a couple small house fires but nothing that one or two men couldn't handle. Those at the station had settle down into a game of Texas Hold-em. Either that or they were idly chatting on the sofas around the lounge area. Nothing to interesting had happened in the past week or so, giving the men and women who worked at the station a nice break.
The calm of the station lasted until about half past midnight. It was then the alarms sounded, signaling an all hands fire. The once calm station burst into a bustle of bodies and noise as they set to the tasks they were assigned to. The loud speaker blared announcing what they were dealing with. A lab fire on the outskirts of town. It seemed the fire had started from a small burner being knocked over but with the amount of chemicals that had been used in the room, everything caught quicker than they could stop it.
The preparations ended and they headed out to the lab. They arrived there quickly and they unloaded, quickly getting to work. They found that several people had been trapped in the building so a team was assigned to go in a get them. Within this team was James.
Heading into the building he and two other men split up to find those trapped inside. James found a pair of researchers in a matter of minutes. He turned to head out of the room with them but the ceiling collapsed in front of them. James, being in the front, took the brunt of the flames that shot up at them from the falling debris. Taking no notice to the flames that burned his suit he turned to look for the closest exit, this being a window, though only the two small researchers could fit through it, he was a little to big to get through. Smashing the window he prompted the two to exit, and only after that had gone did he start using his ability. After a moment he managed to clear the debris from the doorway and head out.
When he exited the building he heard hollers about something explosive. And a couple of the others on his team mention not being able to put the fire out before it exploded. Grunting he used his power, to reduce the flame no nothing but a small smolder easily put out.
After vigorous questioning he was brought to the attention of the Justice League, where Red Tornado had decided to sponsor him, though at first James had little knowledge of this. It wasn't until a week or so later that the Tornado himself came to speak to him. Explaining the situation, and how he was now sponsored by him. |
9,299 | 261 | 20 | 189 | 177 | I much preferred this place when it was just me here. It was far quieter. Michael thought to himself as he watched all of the other members of the team in the Kitchen. So far he had remained silent to gather what information he could on his future teammates, and so far he had learned little beside what the files the League already had on them.
In the kitchen when he arrived was their Angelic companion going under the alias of Guardian Angel. Now, what'd the file say again? He thought about the files he had 'borrowed' as he took another bite of the chicken and continued to watch the group. Right, sponsored by Zatanna, so she's gotta be using some kind of magic. She appears to be the oldest looking out of us, but that's probably an effect of whatever causes her to take that form. A rune, or an amulet maybe? If that's the case then Guardian Angel may be a separate entity similar to Doctor Fate, so then we haven't met the real... He swallowed the bite in his mouth as he recalled the name on the file. Sarah Donner! That's it! We haven't met the real Sarah Donner yet. Understandable, it can be a rather intimidating meeting new people for the first time.
He took another bite of the chicken as he moved on to the next member that had been present. Scourge. James Natchgale, using the alias Scourge. Sponsored by Red Tornado. Been living as a firefighter before Red Tornado brought him here if I recall the file correctly. Used his powers to help put out fires and save people's lives. Already use to being a hero, now he can put super in the front of it. Although he does seem to already be butting head with Kid Rogue, already.
He looked from Scourge to Kid Rogue. Dominic Miller. Formerly Kid Kold, now Kid Rogue. Sponsored by the Flash after being apprehended. He use to travel with Captain Cold and the other Rogues in Central City. It'll be interesting to have a hero that can think like a villain on the team.
He took one of the rolls and tore it in half, soaking it in some of the sauce on his plate before popping it onto his mouth. Who else is there, He looked at the last two that had been in the room when he arrived. Time Bomb and Shock. Raymond Tyler. Goes by Time Bomb and sponsored by Blue Beetle. Son of Rick Tyler and grandson of Rex Tyler. Former police officers of the Appleton City Police. Impressive records each, thanks to Miraclo, although the League's records are a bit scarce on that subject beside it's effects. It seems that once the family moved to Metropolis however Ray did a short stint crime fighting in the style of Batman. He looked the hero's outfit up and down as he soaked the remaining half of the roll in the sauce and popping it into his mouth. It would see that some things stuck even after he was given the formula to develop his own Miraclo. I certainly hope the side effects aren't to harsh on the kid.
He looked from Time Bomb to Shock as she got up from the table and began to make her way outside as a few newcomers made their way into the kitchen. Shock. Real name, Veronica Hawkins. Sponsored by Static. Since the two share a similar power set they must be family. Cousins? No, brother and sister is far more likely. She probably doesn't enjoy living in her brother's shadow. No doubt that is an attempt to let her discover herself as a hero and not just be Static's little sister. It'll be interesting to see how she develops as a hero, He looked down at the empty plate in front of him. As well as a chef.
He turned his attention to the three newcomers to the kitchen. Photon, Cassandra, and Starbolt. Photon. Real name Lin Sian. He's had it tougher than most of us here living in Gotham. Another villain turned hero. He was worked with Dr. Light, but after the League caught him he struck out on his own. That was until Raven caught him. Good thing she game him a second chance.
He turned his attention to the last two to enter into the kitchen. There wasn't much in the files for Cassandra and Starbolt apart from their names, Kendra Martins and L'Oriana. Apparently Kendra wasn't born with her power, but acquired them later on in her life. She did a short stint as a vigilante under the name Foresight, she later contacted the league herself and was sent to Wonder Woman. Since that time she's been training with the Amazons on Paradise Island. He turned his attention the Tamaranean as she greeted the others in the room. She was sponsored by Starfire, that makes sense since they're both Tamaraneans. I suspect that they have the same training and abilities, so she'll be a great asset to have on the team.
He gave one final look over each of the members present as he picked up his plate and walked towards the sink. Each of members present has a diverse skill and power set making the group capable to take on almost anything that is thrown at us. A grin spread across his face as he set his plate in the sink. I can't wait to see how everyone will act as a team in the field though.
A loud BOOM coming from the lower levels jarred him from his musing. "Son of a--" He stopped himself and turned from the sink. "Well, it would seem that there's an even better party going on downstairs." He began making his way to one of the exits that would lead him back down to the War Room. "If you'll all excuse me now, there are far better things going on." | Name - Michael Lance
Alias - The Black Hood, Hood, Black Arrow, Arrow (He never chose his own name and would often go by whatever the tabloids would call him)
Age - 19
Sponsor - Black Canary
Personality - Defensive, prideful, and brash. He is nearly an exact copy of his Uncle Ollie.
Powers - Michael has no powers. All he has is the training that he received from his Uncle Ollie and his Aunt Dinah, as well as a few trick arrows left over from his Uncle Ollie.
Weaknesses - All in all, he is just another normal person. The suit helps out some, but nearly anything could kill him if the opportunity presented itself.
Appearance -
BRIEF Bio - Son of Sara Lance, Black Canary's sister, Michael looked up to his Aunt and Uncle, often spending much of his time with them whenever he could listening to the stories of their exploit with the League. While his mother may have wanted him to not turn out to be like them it was pointless. He was hooked from day one and would do whatever it took to become League members like them. After a year of begging and pleading, they finally relented and began to teach him, although never allowing him to join them on any missions.
At 16, they nearly disowned him after he followed them on what was suppose to be a simple run around Star City that escalated into a gunfight between two rival gangs. Michael made it out unharmed thanks to his training and the safety net of his Aunt and Uncle being around. For the next few years he had to earn their trust again and by the time he was 18 they had finally forgiven him. It was short lived however as his Uncle Ollie died shortly after.
Depressed he left Star City and began to travel the world honing the skills he had learned testing them in any situation he could. Shortly after his 19th birthday he received word from his Aunt who asked him to return to Star City and join as a member of the Young Justice program.
Notes - Michael has two gifts that he received from his Aunt and Uncle. Stock in his Uncles company, and a leather jacket from his Aunt. The two would often argue over which would be the more useful to Michael.
Sample Post -
Michael sat at a workbench making more of his trick arrows when a soft thump nearby drew his attention away. "You know I was wondering when the League was gonna send someone." He spun around on his stool to look at none other than his Aunt Dinah, the Black Canary. "I didn't expect them to send my own Aunt to put me down though."
"You're just as pessimistic as your Uncle Ollie." She muttered under her breath as she looked around the abandoned warehouse that Michael was using as his current headquarters. "It's a little bare for a secret headquarters don't you think?" She asked as she turned her attention to him. "And I've told you before, the League doesn't 'put people down' we send them to a farm where they can romp and play all day." The comment brought a smile to each of their faces as Dinah grabbed the only other stool in the entire warehouse and set it besides Michael at the workbench, and leaning towards him as he returned to finish the arrow he was working on. "Thanks for putting another stool in here by the way."
"Well I figured that they'd send someone eventually to speak to me about all this," He waved his hand around nonchalantly to mean his current base of operations where he conducted his nightly vigilante agenda. "I was being honest though, I never expected them to send you." He finished the arrow and looked over at his Aunt. "It is good to see you though," Another smile spread across his face. "So what brings you to town?" He asked as he turned on the stool to face her.
"It's great to see you again, too, sweetheart." She said as she brushed his cheek, something she did when he was younger to soften the blow of what she always said afterwards. "But it's time for you to put and end to your time as a vigilante and come back home."
The mention of home reminded him of his Uncle Ollie and caused a slight frown to flash across his face for a brief moment. "You can't stop me from doing this, even if I did go home."
"I don't want you to stop, sweetheart, but I do worry about you being alone out here. That's why I want you to be apart of the Young Justice program that the League is starting."
Michael let out a sigh and looked around the warehouse at the few table filled with arrow stands and the case holding his outfit and bow. "You mind helping me pack up my things?" He asked looking back at his Aunt.
"I'd love to." Dinah said smiling again and pulling Michael into a hug. "It's gonna be great having you back home." |
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