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    Grand Battle S3G1! (Round Three: Caelo Ruinam)

    Time flows strangely for those who can cross the boundaries between universes.

    For Arnold Fogge, it had been a few hours since his selected combatant had won the Grand Battle. It had also been five months and sixteen days. It had also been a thousand years.

    Regardless of how he chose to measure the time, there was one constant - he was bored now.

    Oh, granted, more battles had popped up since the first had begun - or possibly before then, depending on temporal perspective. But those hadn't been the same. He wasn't involved in them. It wasn't even the fact that he had a stake in the outcome; it was his ability to influence the battle, even if only by selecting the most unorthodox contestant.

    The fact that said contestant had won the battle was simply the icing on the cake.

    Then Fogge's perpetual smile grew slightly wider.

    What if he selected eight combatants?

    For the course of the Grand Battle, his ability to manipulate the dimensions had been held in check by the Director. But the battle had ended. The restrictions were no longer in place. He was entirely capable of locating fighters for a battle of his own.

    Ah, but he would need a suitable identity, wouldn't he? The Director, the Observer, the Composer... for them, it was always about the title. He couldn't simply present himself as Arnold Fogge. No, he would have to be The Something. But what?

    He got up from his chair, and by the time he turned around, it had been replaced with a chest. He opened it, and found precisely what he was looking for.

    A colorful outfit, a mask, a deck of Tarot cards, and a scepter.

    In the space of a moment, he donned them.

    The man who was once Arnold Fogge was now The Fool. At least while it suited him to be so.

    With that critical task done, he turned his attention to the multiverse, looking for contestants.

    And while he was at it, he sought out other beings like himself. After all, he thought, where's the fun in only starting one battle?




    Welcome to The Grand Battle Season 3. Thanks to gloomyMoron for the logo!

    RULES
    Most of you with some interest in this are probably aware of the basics by now, and you can check numerous topics (particularly the first battle) for the rules, but I'll go over them again in case anybody's new. There are also a few new points to be covered while we're at it.

    There will be eight players. Each of the players submits a character. Those characters will be thrust into a battle to the death, with no advance knowledge. (Unless you can work said advance knowledge into your character concept and I accept it. It has happened before.)

    One of the things that makes this game distinctive is that you can write for another player's character if you want them to do something. Just make sure you can justify why they'd do it. ("Because it would be cool!" may work as a justification, but not if they're acting seriously out of character.)

    Every round, one character dies, possibly two in the case of severe inactivity or resignations. Ideally this won't happen and we will have seven rounds.

    At the end of each round, whichever player has the worst writing will have their character eliminated. As host of this battle, I have the final say in who goes, but I will be looking for opinions from the other players and the readers to guide my decision.
    Avoid godmodding, watch out for plot holes, and keep an eye on your spelling and grammar - we aren't total sticklers about that, but we do appreciate polished writing.
    Also - you may not kill another character until they have been marked for death. The writer of the respective character gets the first shot at writing their death scene; if they pass it up or take too long, I will either write it myself or pass the duty on to another player.

    Related to the above is a new rule, which we have generally been following but I am now going to make explicit. Do not inflict permanent damage to another character without the permission of their player. This doesn't apply to characters who are marked for elimination, but for the rest of the round, contact another player if you want to make their character lose an eye or break their legendary sword. If they aren't up for playing the game that way, then don't try to make them do it.

    The most important rule is, make the story interesting. To this end, feel free to plot and scheme with your fellow players, either over PMs or by hopping into #grandbattle on EsperNet. This may technically be a competition, but we tend to play it cooperatively for the sake of getting a better story out of it.

    Some tips: Take opportunities to interact with other characters, and even more importantly, take risks with your own character. Passing up chances to get your character in the thick of things can really hurt you in the long run.

    Also, we have a lot of characters die due to lack of commitment. Please please PLEASE try to stay active.

    And now, the signup sheet!

    Username: Yes I know it's on the side of your post, stick it in anyways. It is a tradition, shut up.
    Name: Your character's name, obviously.
    Gender: Gender. If unusual or not applicable, note this here.
    Race: Your species. This can be pretty much anything, and we mean anything. The very first battle was won by an undead vacuum cleaner, and we've had much weirder entrants since. Or you can be a human, that's cool too.
    Color: Pick a color that you'll post in, and your character speaks in. Helps differentiate the posts and dialogue. 0034DF is reserved for my use, so make sure it's distinct from that at a glance.
    Weapons/Abilities: What crazy things can your character do? What weapons do they have? Maybe the weapons and ability are the same thing, who knows! Basically, here is where you explain how they fight.
    Description: Here we want a physical description of your character, as well as an outline of their personality. This is important in helping other characters figure out how to work with yours.
    Biography: What did your character do before joining this battle? This is an important section to fill out, because it will give me an idea of how you intend to run the character. I am going to be picking out the characters I find the most interesting after leaving signups open for a day or so, and this section is probably your best chance to sell me on them and give me a sense of how well you'll be writing.

    One last thing. There will be eight battles this season. No player may enter more than three battles in this season. As wonderful as all of Malky's characters in S2 were, we want to have a chance at getting some new players involved.

    There will also be a championship battle for the winners of the eight regular battles, but that is aaages away.

    That's pretty much it! Now, swarm me with characters. I know you've all been waiting for this to start up.

    1. Anomaly - Dr. Tengeri Nyoka - #00FF98, background #0070FF - profile
    2. Lankie - Murdoch Miles - #000066 - profile
    3. Schazer - Benjamin Jetsam - #4B647D - profile
    4. Pinary - Tor Kajan - #702020 - profile
    5. Lord Paradise - Saint Scofflaw - #003300 - profile
    6. Valter - Kerak - #337014 - profile
    7. Solaris - Velobo Calidad (aka 2106062) - #9A0000 - profile
    8. SleepingOrange - TinTen Naamxe and Huebert Henderson - #333399 - profile
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    NERAMIS SCIENCE COALITION

    PERSONNEL PROFILE: DR. TENGERI NYOKA
    GENDER: F
    RACE: LEVIATH (See Species Profile A-S-0001)
    PERSONNEL BACKGROUND: Tengeri Nyoka was born in Neramis Standard Cycle 2714; Levian Cycle 3826. Typically excelled in education through adolescence, nothing incredibly remarkable until beginning research on basic cybernetic implants in 2733 N.S., shortly after leaving Levian higher education facilities. Designs were heavily modified from various Neramis Alliance designs suited to non-aquatic life, and early prototypes were enough for Ms. Nyoka's acceptance into the NSC. Working with a small team within the Levian branch of the NSC, Dr. Nyoka greatly improved her designs (see Technology Infodoc Le-C-0017 through Le-C-0024), which were released to Levian medical facilities in 2734 N.S. Dr. Nyoka was subsequently placed in charge of her own Cybernetics team (see Infodoc NSC-Le-0074). Further improved designs over the next few cycles advanced Levian cybernetics technology greatly (see Tech. Infodoc Le-C-0025 through Le-C-0051). During development stages of possible Level 7 cybernetic augments in 2739 N.S., Dr. Nyoka was severely injured (see Incident Report I-Le-0389). Dr. Nyoka was deemed fit to return to work within a decicycle due to installation of cybernetic systems (see Infodoc Le-C7-0001), but mysteriously disappeared shortly thereafter (see Incident Report I-Le-0392).

    INCIDENT REPORT I-Le-0389

    On centicycle 3, decicycle 9 of 2739 N.S., Dr. Nyoka received critical burns from a burst plasma coil of NSC Reactor Le-037. Failure attributed to faulty maintenance; several members of maintenance team assigned to reactor Le-037 discharged immediately. Several parts of Dr. Nyoka's body were entirely vaporized; others were simply severely burned. Dr. Nyoka was immediately brought to on-site medical facility; medical teams were unable to fully stabilize the doctor's condition. One of her hearts had been completely vaporized, the other sustained damage. Subject also sustained critical injuries to respiratory tract as well as less critical structural damage. Only remaining option was to use cybernetic system Le-C-0034, effectively replacing her destroyed heart with a prototypic, though stable power core. Other cybernetic systems were also installed in order to completely stabilize Dr. Nyoka's condition. The doctor temporarily lost ability to speak, and had almost regained speech prior to Incident Le-0389/

    INFODOC Le-C7-0001

    Following incident I-Le-0389, Dr. Tengeri Nyoka requested via writing that she personally test experimental cybernetic systems, as follows:

    * Telekinetic Enhancement Node: greatly augments Dr. Nyoka's natural telekinesis, allowing her to carry a "bubble" of water with her at all times, ranging from an inch to several feet in its "depth". This effectively allows her to carry a water supply with her above land, in addition to allowing her "flight" up to three meters above the ground. This water can be taken in from virtually any source, and can be freely manipulated. Cybernetic system will likely allow Leviaths to leave their planet and join the NSC proper despite the lack of water.

    * Power Core: Powerful energy core which acts as a replacement for Dr. Nyoka's destroyed heart. Additionally supplies power to augmented cybernetic systems; encased in powerful tetra-plated durasteel alloy. System projected to last 500+ cycles without needing replacement, though this is double the lifespan of the average Leviath.

    * Cybernetic Eyes: Dr. Nyoka's right eyes were replaced with much more powerful cybernetic ones, enabling her extremely acute vision in multiple emission spectra as well as an advanced HUD which can actively scan the environment and store information.

    * [REDACTED - LEVEL 8 CLEARANCE REQUIRED FOR REMAINING ITEMS]

    All subsystems seemed in perfect working order after installation, very few faults. Dr. Nyoka was deemed fit for work.

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    Name: Beth King
    Gender: Female
    Race: 40% Human, 20% Cat, 15% Troll, 10% Squirrel, 5% Dog, 7% Robot, 3% Trout.

    Colour: This fetching colour right here will do, yes.

    Weapon/Abilities: Beth uses the last remaining part of her bounty hunter career as a weapon, something she keeps on her and visable at all time, a Shotgun. The shotgun is always loaded up to 12 shells, but Beth also keeps three shells in her right trouser pocket. Beth has that survival instinct that many animals have in order to survive in the face of utter defeat. She also has a excellent shot with her shotgun. She also has the strength of a troll in order to survive. Beth is also someone who can kill in cold blood, as most of her life was killing someone else.

    Description: http://oi53.tinypic.com/jfkvtg.jpg

    Beth's mind is focused on one thing since fleeing Figaro, and that is Survival. Whilst she'll try to make sure she's not a huge target in anything, she will often do very unethical things in order to survive, such as pushing a child in front of her to stop a bullet. When she does tal

    Biography: The first thing to note about Beth, or Beth, is that she was never “born” as such. Probably, she shouldn't of been born at all. The King Family, going back twenty years, had a daughter, a red head by the name of Megan. Megan was nine twenty years ago, born to Ale King and Dia King néé Shepard. Both had jobs that gave them a sizeable income. Ale was a scientist, a bioligist and Dia was a Bounty hunter, not famous but she got the job done. In the countryside, they owned a rather large estate property.

    Then Ale King stumbled onto Cloning, perfect copies. The Scientific community in the dimension considered this to be unethical, and despite threats from some of the most serious members of the scientific community, he carried on with the cloning resarch. This was his one and only mistake, as he found out one march night. Coming home, he found that his house had police tape around it. Dia and Megan were dead.

    Ale, unable to be alone, used DNA From various sources, to create a daughter that he could love. However, on seeing the end result, he knew he had gone mad with Grief. He dumped Beth in the hands of a man know by his codename of Figaro.

    Officially Joining at the age of 7, she was given no special treatment what's so ever, apart from a shot leg. To start, Beth was no better than the average bounty hunter. But because she was one of the few bounty hunters to survive for more than ten missons, she began to learn more and became a quick cold harsh hunter. By the time she reached the age of 17, she had an impressive total of 368 missions completed.

    The age of 19, Beth tried to uprise against Figaro. Through out her career he had been trying to kill her by sending her on what should have been suicide missons, but by sheer luck rather than skill, Beth survived all of them. So when the call came for her to perform a bounty on an exploding ship, she point blanked refused. Beth promptly started a brawl with Figaro, a brawl which was for the future of Beth's life. After four hours of straight fighting, Figaro received help in the fight from another bounty, which heavily turned the fight in his favour. Beth, rather than dying, fled off world in order to stay safe.

    After a five month period of stealing in order to survive, Beth found mercy at the hands of a new scientist in the field of physics. After proving herself as viable fighter and assistant, Beth began a new career as a scientist.


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    Name: Murdoch Miles

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    Race: Varalica (It’s explained in the description)

    Weapon: A traditional magician’s wand (small black rod with white tips) the main difference being this wand is legitimately magical.

    Abilities: Murdoch is a master magician; as such he has a massive array of spells at his disposal. Due to his self applied moral code (more detail below) he refuses to utilise his more ‘deadly’ spells.

    Description:



    Murdoch Miles’ profile is that of a glowing man, pure white and constantly giving off light. The only details on him are two massive black eyes and a mouth. His body is shape of a standard human, with the exception of sharp claw shaped fingers. Murdoch wears a sort of dark blue clock/jacket, sporting coat tails at the back; it is very weathered and battered. Underneath he wears a white shirt sporting a bow tie. On top of his head lies a traditional top hat, not unlike an archetypal magician.

    Murdoch is a Varalica, demi-gods that live underneath the ‘veil between life and death’, which is situated on Earth. They used to be human, before they are tricked into becoming one of them by another Varalica. All Varalica look wildly different to one another, Murdoch just so happened to keep a (mostly) human profile. The Varalica live biologically immortal lives, they cannot age to death, but they can be killed just as easily as a human. Most Varalica are cold, callous tricksters, playing with the human’s emotions and minds like puppets.

    Murdoch Miles however is an exception; he is quite a polite and well worded individual (particularly to women), always preferring conversation to violence. He is a natural optimist, always trying to see the better side to things despite how grim they may be. Murdoch holds a self applied moral code that ‘he will never kill a man again.’ He has kept true to this over his long, long life.

    Biography: Once upon a time there was a man named Murdoch Miles, a magician travelling with a circus across the country. He travelled with his wife and assistant, Emily Miles and performed in front of hundreds of audiences in hundreds of places. For a while, Murdoch was happy, except…

    Murdoch felt empty, he knew deep down he was a fraud. He wasn’t just interested in magic; he was obsessed by it, and the occult that is often connected to it. He tore himself apart over his perceived failings, none of his magic was real, they were just smoke and mirrors, illusions.

    Then, one night, under the light of a full moon, the broken silhouette of a woman heard Murdoch Miles anguish and simply said:

    “I can give you power.”

    Murdoch heard the Varilica’s words and was so effortlessly seduced by them. He was willing to do anything for such power. In secret, Miles began sacrificing people to his new ‘god’. At first it started with the homeless and prostitutes, people Murdoch believed no one would miss, but it soon escalated to members of the circus, even some of his friends, all the blind pursuit of power.

    But the Broken Lady still wasn’t interested in such things, the Magician dropped to his knees and pleaded to the Varalica, what did she want? The Broken Lady saw the grovelling man and smiled a cruel smile: “Sacrifice your beloved to me, and the power you so desperately crave shall be yours.”

    Murdoch didn’t even think. He simply returned to his wife and prepared her for her imminent death. Her screams and pleading for him to stop seemed muffled and distant, the Magician fought back the tears as he rose a dagger above her. “Forgive me.”

    With the ill deed done, Murdoch Miles felt every fibre of his being shift and change, an intense pain ripped through him as he exploded in light. He gazed into the mirror and saw his metamorphosis, he had done it. The power he so longed for was now his own, no tricks, no sleight of hand, true magic was now under his command and it felt good.

    Then he looked at his bloodied hands, no, his claws, he looked at his wife, now perfectly still and quiet, he looked at the Broken Lady, who cackled cruelly into the cold of the night. He asked himself: Was it worth it?

    No. It wasn’t.

    Murdoch Miles, the man no more, was cast under the veil and for what seemed an eternity did nothing. The guilt of his crimes had crippled him, he couldn’t even cry, he just stayed still, for 15 years.

    A grand explosion ripped the veil to shreds, amongst it The Broken Lady laughs. “This world is too small to contain me. I shall rule not just the word but the very Cosmos itself!” The Broken Lady escaped through the rupture she had created, into the vast oceans of the Multiverse.

    And Murdoch Miles followed her before the Varalica could close off the rupture, in the place he stood (which of sort of become a bizarre statuesque centrepiece for the veil) a letter remained:

    I would be lying if I said I wasn’t so ashamed with what I have done. I have taken so many lives away, including the life of my beloved. Never again. No one deserves the pain of death, not even us.

    I have mourned the lives I have taken and I know I will never be forgiven by anyone in the world. It is only natural that I take my leave to new worlds.

    I have spent so long in a sad, sad way. I say no more, it is time to move on with my infinite life.

    It’s time to have some fun.

    Signed:

    Murdoch Miles

    P.S: If you are reading this Broken Lady, prepare yourself!

    Because Mr. Magic Miles is coming for you!


    Murdoch Miles has spent the last couple of centuries travelling to different worlds, finally moving on from his past and hunting down The Broken Lady. He was in the middle a rather intense game of ‘Extreme Dominoes’ with King Keaton of Siriak before being whisked away for battle.

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    Weapon: He’s learnt to use a wide variety in his travels, but he’s no soldier – though he’s not liable to get himself hurt using a weapon, it’s often so long ago that he’s lost any proficiency. Not to mention muscle memory. As for what he carries, none.

    Abilities: Benjamin is a man who has spent more natural lifetimes than he cares to recall being dragged from universe to universe, at the whim of a sadistic oppressor. The trauma of a corporeal being launched into an incorporeal universe (what we might refer to as a “spirit plane”), multiple times in fact, left enough psychological scarring that he can no longer maintain his form between worlds. Upon departure, his form disintegrates, only to reform itself from the matter present in the next universe he’s tossed in. One aspect of this local rebuilding is that the matter can guide his new shape, more often than not so it resembles the local sentient species. He's not a ghost or a spirit or anything even vaguely tangible before he reforms, he's just... there.
    Other than this quirk, he's got a quick mind and is a fast thinker. His forms tend toward atheltic for whatever race whose shape he assumes, but even then he aims for conformity - otherwise he'd just be jumping through dimensions with a human form.

    Description: Benjamin's outward appearance changes from world to world (although there are the two constants of being male, and his hair (when black) being flecked with grey), but within, he's reasonably consistent. Through his journey, he goes through a near-predictable cycle of ferocious determination to find an escape, to going at it more covertly (in the hopes of catching his tormentor unawares), to just getting plain miserable about his predicament and giving up. On first impressions, he's curt, courteous, and never asks for trouble. On occasion, he'll get reckless knowing his personal overlord demon has never let him die, but generally tends toward not making a big impression. Unless he's feeling particularly destructive.
    He's lost count of how long he's been travelling, and his memory isn't anything that excellent either - but he's seen a lot, lived more lives than any man could or should, and can recall quite a few moments when he acted rashly or unscrupulously. He knows he's never going back to those places, and that rationale can, if he's got it forefront, let him do things he'd otherwise regret.
    The sheer number of people he's had to meet as a matter of course means Benjamin certainly couldn't remember them all by name or face, and it's also left him rather detached. He'll be polite to you whether you help him or harm him, he'll even risk his life for you if you've shown him significant kindness, but he won't ever get attached.

    Biography: This guy's got a backstory, and I solemnly swear to share it with you over the course of the battle. In the interim, though, I'd like to lfill this gap with this excerpt someone found in an archive somewhere:

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    Weapons/Abilities: The Telpori-Han are relatively unique among species, delineated primarily by their "rebirths". Over time, their metabolism generates a toxic, combustible chemical that builds up in their bodies. After a certain amount of time (usually a ten-minute absolute minimum), they begin to be capable of igniting the compound, which causes their entire body to burst into flame. It then reforms, resulting in the healing of minor or moderate injuries and an overall changed appearance. As the concentration of the chemical rises, its toxic effects become more pronounced. The instinctual urge to combust rises as well, making it difficult for a Telpori-Hal to go over an hour and a half without regenerating their form. (The official record for maintaining a single form is, as of Tor's abduction, three days. Certain tales and legends refer to Telpori-Han resisting the change for five or six days, but such claims are unverifiable.)

    Because their physical forms are unreliable for recognition, the Telpori-Han developed the ability to identify others based on their hal. (Both hal and ganel translate to "a person". The distinction becomes clear when considering the question "Are you the same person you were when you were twelve?" You are the same continuous life form, the same hal- you are still attached to the same name, you still have the same family, that sort of thing. But your motivations are different, you have new memories, and you are physically different- you are a different ganel.) Most species interpret this as an ability to see one's soul, but it does no more than a physical look would, just operating on what some would term a "spiritual" plane- a Telpori-Han can identify a person, get a general feel for their emotional state, or perhaps see the general shape of some emotional scars, but it doesn't extend to the typical "mind-reading and past-probing" that most outsiders assume.

    Description: As a Telpori-Hal, Tor's appearance is always changing. Generally, though, the Telpori-Han are humanoid. Due to a high overall iron content, they possess a brownish, rusty skin tone. It also leaves their hair stiff and wiry, common colours ranging from silver to a near-black brown.

    Tor's clothing are typical Telpori-Hal fare. The fabrics themselves are composed of finely woven strands of metal, smooth and sleek but extremely cold to the touch. His steel-fabric overjacket, which hangs down to just above his knees, has three straps that buckle across the front to secure it shut. Underneath, he wears a standard shirt and slacks, both standard steel-fabric as well.

    At the moment of entry into the competition, Tor's face is sharp, angular, and vaguely hawkish. He stands at about 5'10" but is thin enough that he appears taller. His silver-flecked light-brown hair sweeps straight back from his face, developing a few waves before ending mid-neck, and his skin is a shade darker than usual, falling definitively into the "rusty red" category.

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    Name: Atra Frost

    Gender: Female

    Race: Proceran, or in other words Arctic Giant

    Color: A light blue works for her, which is #88eeff.

    Weapons/Abilities: Atra wields a long and heavy bladed whip. The whip itself is like a barbed wire, but at the tip of the whip is a large and heavy obsidian bulb that can split and splay into a flower with bladed petals. Her weapon is meant more for mutilation than for killing. For close combat, she uses martial arts as well as dual serrated daggers. The daggers have intricate designs that traces back to her history.

    Her abilities include

    • Hardened Skin --> Living in the frost/arctic frequently.
    • Night Vision --> It was due to her crimson eyes, not that it's unfortunate.
    • Meat Stack --> Is able to lift heavy objects and lob them easily, including logs and sledgehammers.
    • Earthquake --> Atra can cause small ground shakes that can immobilize the foe. Uses this skill barely since she thinks she might destroy the earth or something related to it.

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    A fierce-looking female guard that defends their homeland. Almost reaching seven-foot tall. Layered long ravenous black hair. She’s muscular for a human, but pretty scrawny as a Giant. She wears a large heavy cloak made out of many animal skins that climbs to her nose and then reaches down to her knees. Under her cloak, she wears light body armor and tough leather pants. Her heavy-plated boots reaches up to her knees.

    (personality)
    She was a prideful, loud, strong-willed, and strong woman back in her homeland, and had a wide ego. Away from her land, she is always cautious, shy, never-trusting, and tries to be very aloof. She is constantly having contradicting thoughts, thus can be indecisive sometimes. However, she tries to keep a close relationship with her allies.

    (race)

    Atra is a part of the race Proceran, which is a race of large, muscular giants. They are two times stronger than humans, and is about two feet taller than average humans. Their continent is well known for their black snow and dark constantly clouded lands. They often wear animal skins to wade off the cold in their land. Their shade of eyes differ from humans, being either a fiery red or a jade green due to having to see well in the night. Due to the harsh weather, they have hardened skin which makes their defenses higher. Although slow, they can pack large punches. They also developed a hate for humans, and is very hostile.

    Biography: Atra used to be just a little civilian, or at least a slacker. She would come home everyday from hunting, eat, sleep, more hunting, and then sleep. The giant was actually used to this kind of life, so there was no problem for her, and pay her taxes. Sooner or later, this conflict began getting in her way. So then she applied to be a guard of the Arctic, being suspicious of every passersby. However, she was sent away to islands, she's been feeling insecure and nervous because she didn't even know WHY she was even sent there. Atra always had thought that she was the weakest among all of the other Proceran Female Guards.
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    Whoops, thanks for the note Solaris. :]

    I was actually a bit confused there.
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    Would I be able to join this one? I was in the second one and been wanting to satisfy my itch =P if so, I will post after work.

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    Solaris: Feel free to edit or make another post as you see fit.

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    Name: Titan
    Gender: Technically none, but identifies as a male
    Race: Construct
    Color: White on dimgray
    Weapons/Abilities: Titan is a weapon in and of himself.
    Description: Titan is 8'4" at his full height. His legs are large, metal poles, as are his arms. They are quite thick and very sturdy. His torso is similar to a rounded rectangle, but it slopes inwards near the bottom. His head is another rounded rectangle, with the back sloping sharply down. The front features his eyes, two round circles of light. They serve a dual purpose, acting as both sensory input ports and, when required, flashlights. The bottoms of his legs end in flat plates, but he has hands with opposable thumbs on the ends of his arms that are flexible enough for rudimentary actions. They are oversized, however, so fine manipulation of anything smaller than a bread box is difficult at best. They also contain strong magnets, allowing him to pick up magnetic objects with ease whenever he turns on the current to them.

    Titan packs a lot of force behind his punches, and is capable of easily crushing a human's bones (or a solid steel wall) with a single solid hit. Precision booster jets on his back are used for providing extra force while pushing objects, an invaluable thing while moving extremely heavy cargo. Titan's body is in remarkable condition, largely free from rust or wear and tear. Evidence of on-spot repair jobs can be seen in a few places, but they have been patched up expertly, rendering Titan an almost literal iron giant.

    Titan is, arguably, sentient. He rarely speaks, and when he does, he usually expresses himself with short one or two word answers. He shows no emotion, speaking with the bare minimum of voice inflections, but he is capable of logical decisions, which tend to favor calculation over emotion. He often takes a "don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you" mentality, leaving things that don't interfere with or concern him alone.

    Biography: Titan's creator was a highly skilled engineer with a lovely wife and two baby girls. He constructed the automaton over a period of several years, and then put him to work shifting cargo. Capable of lifting hundred-pound crates with ease, he soon became well-known, and someone inevitably attempted to steal him. In the morning, the thief was found dead next to Titan, with his skull caved in and his blood on Titan's fist. Titan was deactivated and shunned after a public scandal which ruined the shipping company's publicity for the next several months, left to rust away in an abandoned warehouse.

    Fast-forward about three millenia.

    Having destroyed itself several times over through nuclear warfare, mankind is now a nomadic species wandering barren deserts and wastelands, trying to survive as best they can. As was bound to happen, tribes occasionally wandered across pre-apocalyptic tech, or purposefully searched and uncovered him. Titan was discovered lying dead and motionless in a pile of discarded junk by some scavgengers from a tribe that was passing through the area. The scavengers cleaned him up and turned him on, and Titan rose again for the first time in 3000 years. He gazed down emotionlessly at his finders. "Functional."

    With Titan's help, the nomadic tribe the scavengers belonged to thrived. None dared attack them with their iron watchdog keeping a sleepless guard on their camp, not after he had calmly strode through the gunfire of three combined gatling guns, ripping the mobile platforms up from the ground as he reached them and throwing them at each other, coming out no worse for the wear. Eventually, the tribe accumulated large numbers of enemies, who banded together and tricked the tribe's metal guardian, leading Titan into a trap (all members of which were killed), while the main force slaughtered the villagers. Titan returned to find the village in ruins, and the enemy leader standing triumphant before it as he lit a torch to the lead hut, setting it aflame. His forces quailed when they saw Titan's form on the horizon, but Titan took no action against them. He paused as he reached the village for a few moments, then calmly continued walking, passing through the enemy formation like Moses through the Red Sea. The story goes that he is still walking to this day; however, Titan was simply abducted several days later, vanishing from that world, possibly forever.

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    Screw it I'm signin' up

    Username: Lord Paradise

    Name: Saint Scofflaw
    Gender: Male
    Race: Human!
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    Weapons/Abilities: Saint Scofflaw is a textbook evil genius. You can basically check off all the boxes on the form: In the pros column, manipulative charismatic scientific genius surprisingly spry dabbling in the occult natural leader; in the cons column, unfortunately loquacious petty revenge-driven short-sighted impatient sociopathic quirky likes to wear costumes. All of his technology runs on PSEUDOS, the Principle of Scientific Extravagance through Unproven Devices that Operate Somehow. PSEUDOS is a concept that only Scofflaw seems to be able to wrap his head around, and allows him to hack together something revolutionary or dangerous from spare parts in a matter of minutes. Currently he has on him a concealed ornate dagger that further conceals a number of PSEUDOS-scientific secondary functions; anybody who knows him well would be wise to suspect that lasers are involved somehow. It would be unsurprising if he had more than that up his sleeve, but it’ll serve him well to get out of a few scrapes until it inevitably breaks and he has to replace it with something similarly silly.
    Description: Scoffles tends to reinvent himself every few major defeats, although the only alias that seemed to stick to him was “Saint Scofflaw” from his days leading the Crime Clergy. Currently he is going for sort of a Victorian-era villain look, an identity he’d wanted to refer to as “Baron Wasteland” until he learned, to his great disappointment, that that was already the name of a villain from Where in Time is Carmen San Diego. He’s rocking a cape, "trousers," and a puffy shirt, both in a color uncomfortably wedged between grey and green. Somewhat awkward as this getup is, it’s great for concealing weapons and in his over-the-hill years Scofflaw has become a bit too self-conscious for the skintight look, so the Abominable Aristocrat look suits him a bit better than, say, Scofflaw the Mime of Crime, or Strongman Scofflaw. (Note: he has chosen to eschew the monocle, because his vision is just fine and it’s stupid.)

    More generically, Scofflaw is a short man at about 5’4,” and the line between what is muscle and fat on his body is blurred enough that you might be inclined to use the term “stocky” to describe him. His hair, depending on what angle you look at it from, is always either thinning or graying, but never both. His face is unusually expressive in what might be an endearing way, depending on who’s observing. He takes good care of his fingernails, always.

    Personality-wise, this varies as much as the rest, since the Pernicious Pope exhibits the sort of casual bipolarity one might expect from someone who has spent the better part of thirty years playing the world domination game. He is fond of wordplay, has never been observed listening to music, lies even when he’s telling the absolute truth, has no strong religious convictions one way or another, and is distrustful of every form of transportation quicker than a light jog and slower than teleportation. Synthesizing a general impression of the man from these unhelpful details, he is a bastard.

    Biography: Saint Scofflaw claimed to have been born with a very peculiar form of synaesthesia that caused him to hear the law as music. His life, or so he says, though this seems very unlikely, is a constant battle to drown out the oppressively Top 40 grating autotune hackjob that is civilization. This is his excuse for turning to a life of crime from an early (probably single-digit) age.

    In his youth, seeking a viable alternative to “pop” society, Scofflaw (obviously he wasn’t calling himself that yet; his real name was some bullshit or whatever who cares) experimented with more classical and ambient forms, studying the laws that dictate the universe, the Beyond, the human brain, and Mac OS X. Through what he considered to be leisurely headbanging along to some tunes that “actually come together” as he put it to some henchmen one uncomfortable evening, the lad found himself becoming a genius. So that would help, later.

    Like all hipsters, Sir Scoffsalot eventually began to work with the delusion that his good taste was a sign of genuine latent talent talent latent, and thus he started to experiment with his own compositions: he had ideas for “like democracy but self-aware” and “socialist anarchy with a feudal twist.” These are new world orders that you probably haven’t heard of, no big deal. Unfortunately, Scofflaw found himself without the means to get his laws out there on a large scale, so he resolved to get big by, you know, conquering the world.

    Enemies of Scofflaw (and there were many, though he tends to outlive them) have claimed that this purported synaesthesia works both ways: that when music is playing, the villain cannot hear it but simply perceives a set of codified guidelines for how to behave, and is compelled to obey. Like the entirety of this biography, this is probably bullshit, although some smartass scholars have noted that this is not dissimilar to the effect that music has on most teenagers.

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    Into the thick of it.

    Username: Demonsul
    Name: Captain Rodney Unitt
    Gender: Male
    Race: Standard issue human
    Color: #2468AC

    Weapons/Abilities: A swashbuckling saber and dual flintlock pistols. Navy training has him with decent skill in many historic firearms and also with blades, although he's really quite rusty with the sword, using it mostly to threaten these days.

    Description: Pirate. A slightly tall, moderately broad man in a black longcoat trimmed with silver thread. He's all about style, you know. He lives by it. He's got a black tricorne hat trimmed with gold and even a beard. In fact, it almost looks as if he's trying too hard to fit into the pirate captain stereotype. The beard doesn't suit him at all, somehow. It's a small miracle he isn't wearing an eye-patch.

    Biography: A pirate from the glorious past, at least from our perspective. Ever since he was a kid, Rodney wanted to become a sailor. He was, for a while, a crewman aboard a navy sailing ship, and strove to be an exemplary crewman. However, he was captured by pirates at some point in the past, and decided to side with them to escape being thrown overboard with his legs tied.He fitted in much better, as a pirate, as well.
    He soon got ahold of his own small ship and crew, and began to mildly terrorize a small section of the seas. he loves being a pirate, and as such does his best to look the part. This has often led to remarks from his crew, but he has a short temper and keeps tight discipline. However, before he could become truly notorious, he was snatched from his ship and into the Grand Battle.
    With his own brand of raw, slightly terrifying charisma and decent weapons skill, he's not the sort one would expect to see in a Grand Battle. However, he thinks fast enough to survive, and will not usually back down unless it's clear that he's outnumbered and outgunned. One of his biggest flaws is his temper, which has been shortened by constant remarks by various crew members at his focus on his appearance. Said crew members often found themselves at the bottom of the sea if they were not quick to change their stance on his outfit. He also sees every being as equal, at least as far as threat goes. Just because someone doesn't appear to be of earthly origin, it doesn't mean he'll have a different opinion about sticking lead shot into their brain.

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    Name: Kerak

    Gender: Male

    Race: Deinonychus

    Color: #337014

    Weapons/Abilities: Kerak has sharp claws and teeth, legs capable of very high speeds, and something of an insatiable appetite. He also carries a staff with him whenever possible, although it actually reduces his combat effectiveness.

    Description: Green and blue plumage covers Kerak's body in various patterns. He stands at about three feet tall, although lengthwise he is almost three times that amount (if you count his long tail, that is, and he would prefer that you do).

    He keeps his teeth and claws rigorously clean, even though they do not see all that much use; as the shaman of his Deinonychus pack, he does not take part in hunting expeditions.

    Though he may lack the pure force of his comrades, Kerak is especially bright and inquisitive (for a carnivorous dinosaur,at least), and he has a wide berth of knowledge on the uses of plants, for remedies or other utilities.

    (Shamanism is pure crock and he is well aware of the fact, although it would be unwise to speak of this directly to him. He uses its mystical roots and the gullibility of his comrades as an excuse for one of his favorite hobbies: storytelling.)

    Biography:

    Do you know of The Moon? It shines on us each night, sometimes brightly and sometimes with only a sliver of its surface. Do you know where it found its light?

    I'll tell you, boys, The Moon found its light through
    thievery! For you see, The Moon is the finest sneak in all the cosmos. One day, He grew bored and decided to steal from the most challenging mark of all: The All-Seeing Sentinel. The Sun!

    The Moon caught The Sun while it was focused on other things, and stole away Her most prized possession, light! The Sun was furious to have been caught unawares, and so from that day forth She resolved to find The Moon and return Her light to Herself.

    We see Her trek across the sky everyday, searching in vain. It is only when She is not present that The Moon reveals Himself, and displays His stolen treasure for all to see.


    "That was a wonderful story! But why does the light of the moon change shape each night?"

    "Oh! That must be because part of The Moon is away to continue His thievery! If The Moon is not fully lit, boys, keep your eyes on your valuables, boys, because the finest sneak in the cosmos is prowling!"

    "Really? Then what about the stars? Did they steal from the sun too?

    "Uh." Kerak blinked. "I... I don't know that."

    "What?" the deinonychus youth asked even more loudly than usual. "There's something you don't know?!"

    "I'll uh, ask the totems about stars tonight," Kerak said, now doing his best to shoo away the youngster. "Isn't your first hunt today? Shouldn't you be preparing for that?"

    "Oh! Yes!"

    The pack chieftain approached Kerak as the child scampered off. "Looks like the sun's not the only one who's been caught unaware."

    Kerak let out a short sigh. "He's never satisfied! For every answer I give, he has another question, until I have run out of answers, and he is still asking questions."

    "Why do you indulge him, then?"

    "Because," Kerak said with a smile, "perhaps the moon's not the only one who wants a challenge. Besides, I like his inquisitiveness. He will be a fine shaman, someday."

    "Another shaman? You're a handful enough to deal with on your own, Kerak!"

    "You wound me, Orlok! And I will not relinquish my craft until I have passed on, of course."

    Orlok gave a deep laugh. "I was only pulling your leg, Kerak. You are our finest asset. There is no shaman as talented as you, and that gives us an edge at home and in the fields."

    "The flattery is appreciated," Kerak said, twitching his nose slightly, "but I must request that you leave off the insults entirely."

    "Hopefully your ego will be mended in time to see off the new hunters. Speaking of which, don't you have preparations to make? The hunt is not so far off, now."
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    ((By my count, we are well past 8 players... but not to fear, this is game 1 (of season 3) so there will be a chance for others in other battles.))

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    Quote Originally Posted by Opirian View Post
    ((By my count, we are well past 8 players... but not to fear, this is game 1 (of season 3) so there will be a chance for others in other battles.))
    It's not accepted on a first-come-first-serve basis; rather, Fogel is picking eight after about a day. You can go ahead and post a character if you have one.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Anomaly View Post
    Quote Originally Posted by Opirian View Post
    ((By my count, we are well past 8 players... but not to fear, this is game 1 (of season 3) so there will be a chance for others in other battles.))
    It's not accepted on a first-come-first-serve basis; rather, Fogel is picking eight after about a day. You can go ahead and post a character if you have one.
    ((Ah, never mind then; I did not see that in the first post so I am either blind or it was said elsewhere))

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    Quote Originally Posted by Dragon Fogel View Post
    I am going to be picking out the characters I find the most interesting after leaving signups open for a day or so
    In retrospect, it's probably my own fault for only mentioning that in the Biography section (which I did because that section is particularly good for producing a writing sample).

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    ((REFRESHING EVERY 30 MINTUES. New App to read. This is brilliant.))

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    ((I've known to be blind before, since I am at work I've been speed reading and I passed over it, sorry Dragon Fogel))

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    Username: Siber Ninefife

    Name: None/Gene Rasdon

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    Race: Cordyceps Mammalis, a strange and dangerous variation on the cordyceps fungi that infects humans and other mammals. This particular strain of Cordyceps has been known to infect other creatures, but it has a particular draw towards mammalian creatures, especially humans. In an almost sick twist of fate, as it takes over the body of its host, it keeps it alive. The host is in constant pain, and completely aware of what is going on around it, but is unable to do anything about it.
    Gene Rasdon was just a normal human being before becoming infected.

    Color: MapleStory Mushroom Orange perhaps?

    Weapons/Abilities: Despite Gene's muscles having atrophied terribly, the Cordyceps is still capable of getting him to pull a mean punch when it needs to. It's also capable of releasing spores, either planting them directly, or just letting them drift along the wind. The spores can then begin to take over a living being, and depending on the size and complexity of the creature, it can take anywhere between a few minutes to a few days for the infection to completely take them over. An average human takes a few hours to be put under control. Despite it's simple thought processes, it has demonstrated unusually adept abilities in movement and dexterity, able to have it's host wield weapons, and scale obstacles. Also it doesn't actually come up a lot, but the mushrooms that grow are actually hallucinogenic. Mildly poisonous, but you will be high as a kite upon ingestion.

    Description:

    Gene is a tall, sickly looking guy. His muscles are atrophied from so many months without any use, he's clearly been suffering from malnutrition, and he's got one hell of a slouch. This has a certain something to do with the many mushrooms growing out of him. From an eye socket, all over his body, large ones on his back and head, out of his mouth, everywhere. His remaining eye is drooped and blank, yet still functioning just enough to let Gene see what's happening.
    Before the pandemic, Gene was a pretty easy going guy. He liked to play sports, where his height gave him somewhat of an advantage. Once the Pandemic started, he quickly got into action... planning an escape route. A hero he was not, and his number one priority in danger is to flee. Now, having been infected, the things on his mind consist of "Make the pain stop" and "Please just let it end."
    The Cordyceps doesn't particularly think that much. Its priorities are to either kill or infect. If it can't be infected by spores, then it will do what it can to destroy it.

    Biography: Nobody knows how it showed up, but the first incident was in Peru. From the spore initially hitting the man to complete takeover was three weeks, but each subsequent fungi infection from then on was faster and faster. It starts out with a terrible itching, then you start losing hair. A fuzz starts growing on some parts of your body as the mental symptoms start kicking in. You'll lose all sense of balance, and find it difficult to even move your body. Soon you won't be able to speak, and will before long be stuck in a seemingly vegative state, disgusting fungus growing out of your body. This is what happened to Gene Rasdon in the span of two and a half hours.
    He was just trying to get out of the city. The Cordyceps infestation was growing quickly, and he had been told about somewhere that it hadn't hit. Now, that place would have been infected by the time he had gotten there, but that didn't matter, because when he hit that guy, he decided to get out to see if he was alright. He wasn't. The suddenly dead Cordyceps victim's last act was to spore Gene, but he was too freaked out to notice. He was halfway down the highway when he changed.
    It's been six months since his infection, and Gene, unable to do anything but suffer this eternal pain and watch as everything around him turns to ruin, wants nothing more than the sweet release of death.
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    Hey I did this thing. Use it, or don't. I just felt like doing it because it feels wrong to not have a fancy graphic for GB.

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    Hmmm, on second thought I will be sitting this one out and wait for the next one to pop up, I want to see some of these characters go at it =P

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