The Grand Tweet [Round 4: Heaven]

[cyber95]

The Abrupt looked around his domain, bored. Suddenly, he got an idea! "I shall start a battle to the death!" The Grand Tweet was starting.

This is pretty much a total joke of a battle that I came up with on a whim for people who don't have time to commit to a full Grand Battle where they have to write long posts. No, this is the Jr. version.
The difference here is that your posts can not be longer than 140 characters. As such, grammar won't be too much as much of an issue here, because sometimes you have to cut corners to get in the character limit.

Here's the form! Each field may have no more than 140 characters.

Name: Your character's name.
Gender: Your character's gender.
Race: Your character's species.
Colour: The colour you'll post in.
Weapons/Abilities: What they fight with or what they can do.
Description: Quickly describe them.
Biography: The abridged version of their life.

Contestants:
Al Langford - Pinary
Trator - Schazer
Aquarius Solum - Dragon Fogel - DEAD
Gary - g0m - DEAD
Doctor Moira Lain - Ixcalibur
Esthkart - Wojjan
William Dryfe - Lord Paradise
Coco - Lisawags - DEAD

[Pinary]

Name: Al Langford
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Colour: #008000
Weapons/Abilities: Al's prosthetic arm has a moderately powerful laser embedded in the palm.
Description: Al's a fairly generic-looking car mechanic. Wifebeater, jeans, balding, etc. The only oddity is his robotic arm, covered in a fake skin.
Biography: Al learned from his dad, the only car mechanic in their small town. He lost his arm at age 16, replaced it with an experimental prosthetic.
Url: http://twitter.com/AlLangford

[Schazer]

Name: Trator
Gender: Male
Race: Cermin - lizardmen, 7ft, biped, carnivorous, prehensile tail. Smooth, mirror-like scales all over. Harks from deepest jungle.
Weapons/Abilities: Venom'd claws; sharp teeth. Light from palms; reflecting Trator's mood. Skin deflects light & sharp objects. Seven daggers in his belt.
Description: Proud, tacit, athletic. Hates cold, rain, humans. Speaks broken Portuguese.
Biography: Tribal Reptiloid hunter that wants you all dead. You and your water bottle too, Fogel.

[Dragon Fogel]

For the sake of the public record, I am repeating my doubts that Schazer can hold to the 140-character limit per field. Especially on Description and Biography.

If she proves me wrong, I am joining this thing with Aquarius Solum.

Edit: I am a man of my word.

Name: Aquarius Solum
Gender: None, considers itself male
Race: Enchanted Water Bottle
Color: Aquatic Blue
Weapons/Abilities: Can produce water endlessly
Description: Aquarius Solum is a bottle of water. Really.
Bio: A djinn was sealed in a mystical, never-emptying bottle of water. The djinn fused with the bottle, and became Aquarius Solum.

[g0m]

Name: Gary.
Gender: Male.
Race: Coffee machine w/i legs.
Colour: Red.
Weapons/Abilities: Shoots coffee, can run.
Description: Green coffee machine w/i handled glass pot. Hole in lid of pot [to allow coffee in], pot is constantly filling slowly. Two large human legs.
Biography: There was a wizard who was at war with the modern world he fought back by enchanting one of their trinkets to take them down from the inside

[Ixcalibur]

Name: Doctor Moira Lain (known as Lain).
Gender: Female
Race: Electrowraith
Colour: Light blue
Weapons/Abilities: electrical powers, can get inside and take control of technology.
Description: A ghostly female formed of electricity. Bitter with a twisted sense of humour. Capricious. Has superiority complex.
Biography: Scientist, died in an electrical accident during experiment, reborn as electrowraith, decided to experiment on world.

[Wojjan]

Name: Esthkart
Gender: Male
Colour: 8040BF
Race: Intelligent statue of a gargoyle, used to catch unaware adventurers off guard.
Weapon/Abilities: He has a sack with throwing darts but fights with a trident. He can fly shortly with his stone wings. He can also stand completely still.
Description: He's only about a meter high, built quite beefily and tends to hang around with others. He's pretty useless on his own.
Biography: He used to have a job working for a demon in a dungeon with his other high school friends. Then he got sacked.

[Lord Paradise]

Name: William Dryfe
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Colour: #800080
Weapons/Abilities: Shotgun
Description: Pretentious goatee distracts from all other details
Biography: He is a poet

[Lisawags]

Name: Coco
Sex: Male
Race: Coconut
Color: #FF8000
Abilities: It can move stuff with its mind.
Description: It's a hairy coconut.
Biography: Someone's soul was bound to this coconut.

[cyber95]

The Abrupt got straight to the point. "You eight. Fight to the death." Suddenly he was gone and they were all in an apartment complex.

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It's an apartment complex. May cater to a variety of kinds of people. May or may not be populated. Running out of description room about now

[Schazer]

Trator snarled at these human douchebags, and departed out into the corridor.

[g0m]

Greg decided to go into a corner and produce coffee in a non-threatening fashion.

[Pinary]

Al appeared in a bathroom. This was all very sudden and confusing- he didn't know what to think. Maybe a dream? Whatever- better go explore.

[Lisawags]

Coco rolled down the hallway, knocking down everything that wasn't nailed down.

[Schazer]

Studying Coco roll by, Trator thought "wtf". The shift had been so abrupt, but on the bright side, many humans to kill. He grinned.

[Wojjan]

Esthkart thought to himself: "How did I get here?!" He followed the exit signs, only to loop around to the start again.

[Schazer]

The silver lizard cocked his head at the gargoyle, then with a malevolent hiss exposed his glowing palm, bathing the beast in white light.

[Lord Paradise]

Shotgun in his arms
Causing slight embarrassment
Dryfe raises his hands

[g0m]

Greg was still making coffee. There was not yet a full pot.

[Pinary]

In a dramatic fashion, Al leveled his own hand at the back of Trator's head. "Cool it."

[Wojjan]

He looked at the reptile after rubbing his eyes. He growled and stung him with his trident.

[Lisawags]

Coco rolled around for a bit until it got bored. It decided to follow people for a while, maybe insult them too. It rolled toward Trator.

[g0m]

Greg had done about half a pot. He threw the scalding coffee at Dryfe.

[Schazer]

Trator snarls, wincing at the trident before asking Al: "Is that... a laser?" Al nods; silver scales gleam. "Bring it, meatsack."

[Lisawags]

Coco chortles at the word "meatsack". It recommends, "Meatbag works too, moneybag."