Looking for a battle that'll interest me.

[Winter Star12]

No need to go easy on me by the way I'm extremely tough (tags are genres I like for those who are wondering)

[FalloutJack]

@Winter Star12 Could you be more specific?

The tags help somewhat, but I have erm...quite alot of characters, forms of power, races, words, etc. What I would need to know is what sort of opponent you may be looking for, and what I would be fighting against.

[Winter Star12]

If we go down the steampunk route I'd enjoy a battle involving cyborgs. Horror we can go any way (I might use a character that's inspired after the huntress in Dead by Daylight) Fantasy we can do a magic duel and I cant think of a thing for scifi

[FalloutJack]

I will say that I don't purely focus on a specific type within a genre. I might have some purists, but I tend to spice things up a little, as well. For instance, in a fantasy, I would not have just caster-types, but other classes, and there would be some bleed-over because people don't always focus on one thing themselves. Much as Gandalf is a wizard, he is accomplished with a weapon, as well. A supernatural creature would further have its own way to handle things, and people in fantasies who are not mage-types may find magic items. And I've done as much modern fantasy as classic, too.

Still, that's neither here nor there. I'm going to assume we're not vying for the extremely devastating in foes here, but rather something that ranges from formidable to shocking. Is that about right? I'm just trying to decide what angle (good, bad, guy with the gun, blue-and-orange morality, amoral, etc.) to work at with this. As a possible suggestion or two on the sci-fi end, it could be pure cyberunkery (with normal cyborgs, robotics, hacking, etc.), space (with ships, aliens, and whatnot), or hell even Shadowrun. I love Shadowrun.

I wouldn't mind horror, although it's ultimately more likely that I would play something horrific and a person who generally combats such things, as I have alot of inspiration in that area.

[Winter Star12]

@FalloutJack I really like cyberpunkery if we go with that and I have a mage class character I want to use if we go down fantasy but horror is one thing I love to watch and read. Also modern fantasy makes me think of the youtuber Aphmau she has mates and all sorts of things in modern day.

[FalloutJack]

I do not know that youtuber. Nevertheless, I'm probably going to have to go evil now, since horror sounds like the thing we're going for.

[Winter Star12]

Yes! Evil horror! I actually can't decide between my huntress like character or a masked serial killer character I have... Hard decisions...

[FalloutJack]

I will help you narrow it down, and in doing so figure out what it is I want to use. How capable are either of these characters?

[Doc Doctor]

@Winter Star12

Do you have character sheets? I'm interested.

[Winter Star12]

@FalloutJack both characters are capable my masked serial killer has a lot more stealth and my huntress inspired one is a lot more in the strength area
@Doc Doctor my character sheets are very simple so you can use your own style of character sheet and I'll use mine

[Doc Doctor]

@Winter Star12

Would either of your characters be a match for mine? Here's Gonad's profile.

Gonad Yaksplitter

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment-

-His body.

-A set of thick six-kilo gilded steel bracers.

-A pair of three-kilo gilded steel gauntlets.

-A pair of two-kilo hide boots reinforced with steel.

-A tough, magical cloak that's impervious to heat and cold.

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Gooch muscles. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. All of his digits are tipped with rugged nails honed into calloused claws from years of gouging and climbing. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.

Abilities/Skills- Revered by many as the greatest warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength and is capable of overpowering virtually any foe near his size. His base strength is roughly equivalent to that of a large grizzly bear, his speed that of Bruce Lee crossed with Usain Bolt. Above all else the strength in his hands is legendary, and so far no foe, living or dead, has succeeded in breaking his grip. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands. What's more, Gonad is the supreme master of his own body and can control its functions at will. He uses the full potential of his musculatory system, is able to constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and can transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex, along with every other kind of mind over body feat possible. If it's in 'Ripley's Believe It or Not' or 'Guinness World Records', Gonad can do it.

Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. If need be, he can, just as expected, go berserk. When he does he can generate such speed and strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones, performing at nearly twice his normal abilities. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own blows, Gonad can unleash attacks of such immensity that any entity on the receiving end of a direct hit gains an immediate and intimate understanding of what it feels like to be the fetus in a Mexican abortion. In other words, going berserk increases Gonad's offence at the cost of his defense. His blood flows much faster (hastening blood loss), he becomes considerably more aggressive (henceforth reckless), and his attacks are just as likely to inflict damage to himself as to the opponent due to the physical strain.

Background- They say when the Barbarian called Gonad Yaksplitter was born, he came into this world bearing a full and mighty beard and had the equivalent muscles of a shaved adult yak. He was born on the battlefield, his infantile but well defined body gushing forth from the womb of his mother and landing in a puddle of blood that had been pooling from the corpse of a nearby enemy. It was in this way that Gonad had first been christened with the blood of his enemies. His mother, Chukka, had broken both legs in the battle and only she and her newborn son had survived the disastrous conflict. It had been a Barbarian war party, sent out from Gonad's home village which lay fifty-five miles East.

Chukka was forced to crawl back using her hands and teeth, bearing Gonad on her back. Only by sustaining young Gonad with the meat of her placenta and the warm milk from her breasts was she able to keep him nourished during the arduous trip back. Using the prodigious length of young Gonad's beard, she was able to fashion a makeshift diaper to keep him from soiling her back. After two months, they managed to return to the village, much to the great joy of Chief Jarvi. Upon being shocked at the sight of Gonad's beard-diaper being removed, he promptly named muscular Gonad after his hefty namesake, and renamed their village after the miracle child. For many ages the Village of Gonad has been renowned for its strength, most often migrating around in the deep Wilderness. Gonad's birth was the very culmination of generations of hard-earned might, his destiny pre-determined by the selective breeding of his ancestors. Their intent? To create the ultimate physical human. And so they did.

Since before he could walk, Gonad was made to train in the berserker arts with a relentless fervor that surpassed common sense. Nearly every minute of every hour of every day of his life he endured the most excruciating physical and mental training imaginable, his talent for unarmed combat pushed well beyond the boundaries of reason. He bears as many scars from his training as he does from battle. Gonad has participated in tens of thousands of battles, ranging from one on one bouts to full scale wars, and from his experience has even created his own fighting style, which he dubbed "Hefty Fist".

From the moment of his birth, he was made to perform rigorous excercises in order to develop his body as soon as possible. The full details of his training remain unknown for the most part, as the accounts of Barbarians are often muddled with myth. What is known are the basics of his regimen, from the date of his birth, to current day.

Age One: Gonad is regularly beaten with a wet strip of leather. Gonad is regularly held over stoked flames. Gonad is regularly given rodents, and encouraged to crush them in his hands. Gonad is forced to develop his upper body strength via unknown means, involving a two pound rock, a plank, a boot, and rope crafted from yak hair.

Age Five: Gonad is regularly taken several dozen miles into the wilderness before being abandoned and told to make his way back. Gonad is regularly brought into tribal wars, and claims to have had a double digit kill-count before his sixth year. Gonad is made to regularly consume the flesh of his fallen enemies. Gonad is regularly made to carry an eighty-pound rock upon his back. Gonad is regularly beaten with wooden staves whilst wrestling with his older peers in a pit full of yak dung. Gonad is regularly made to mate with older Barbarian women. Gonad is regularly made to strike rocks with his bare fists. In tribal wars, often many warriors are left mortally wounded on the battlefield, unable to recieve medical treatment. Though Gonad speaks freely of the kills he made in honorable combat, he rarely describes the many grievously wounded allies and enemies he was tasked with mercy killing. Several of his own brethren Gonad had to kill in this way, by snapping their necks.

Age Ten: Gonad habitually trains to the point of sweating blood. Gonad is regularly made to fight wild animals unarmed. Gonad is regularly beaten with iron rods. Gonad regularly splits burning logs with his crotch. Gonad is made to carry a one-hundred and eighty pound rock upon his back at all times. Gonad is branded regularly with hot irons. Gonad regularly spars with his peers in the catacombs underneath the village, where it is pitch black. Gonad is regularly made to punch yaks until they die of blunt force trauma. Gonad is regularly made to skin and disembowel said yaks with bare hands. It was at this time Gonad met Lukka, his first wife. An enduring custom of the Village of Gonad, the wife always fights her spouse tooth and nail on their wedding night during mating. The fight is no holds barred, and often severe and permanent injuries result from it. The winner of this matrimonial bout becomes the dominant partner in the relationship. To overpower your mate is known in the village as "taming" them. Gonad tamed Lukka on the first night of their marriage.

Age Fifteen: As per the requirements of the Village's manhood ritual, Gonad and his brother Testiculese were made to journey up the steep side of Black Wolf Mountain. The hike spanning several days, the two barbarians took turns carrying eachother upon their backs so that the one being carried would have a chance for rest, and the one carrying him would make up for his lack of effort. Up sheer cliffs, and through howling wind and freezing snow did Gonad carry Testiculese, and did Testiculese carry Gonad. With naught but their own bare flesh, they bore both the furies of nature and of the ravenous white wolf packs. After five days, they reached the summit, and together they struck down the terrible Alpha Wolf, an animal thirty feet in height. And then, back down again they went, the trip back to the base of the mountain taking another five days of hardship. Through these ten days in icy Hell, the bonds of brotherhood grew stronger than any metal that had ever been forged.

Age Twenty: Gonad claims to have had a triple digit kill-count and regularly strikes his face against rocks. Gonad regularly falls from twenty foot high cliffs. Gonad regularly takes mass beatings from his village as endurance training. Gonad regularly punches himself in the face. Gonad is made to tote a three-hundred and forty pound training rock at all times. Gonad regularly sets off on three-month long expeditions to seek strong opponents. It was at this time that Gonad created the "Hefty Fist" style of martial arts. By this time, Gonad had already met and tamed his second, third, and fourth wives; Chinga, Brokki, and Dronna, respectively.

Age Thirty: Gonad seeks immense physical stress by any means possible. He continues to go on three-month long expeditions from his village to seek out strong opponents. Gonad claims to have a quadruple digit kill-count. Gonad regularly carries a four-hundred and sixty-four pound training rock in his arms. Currently, Gonad has a total of eight wives, with the new additions being Thorungi, Krabbucka, Chugga, and Grukara. Over eight feet tall, and weighing nearly a quarter of a ton, Gonad's favored wife Chugga is both the strongest female and the second strongest warrior in the village. Having attended all of the tribal wars that occured in her lifetime, she herself had killed many men with her bare hands. Better known as the Seventh Wife of Gonad, she fought Gonad as viciously as any opponent Gonad had ever faced. It was by her hand that Gonad lost his left eye. Gonad was able to tame her after a bloody scrap that lasted over two hours.

As weakness had been beaten out of him at birth, it was not long before he became so well associated with hardship and pain that both feelings became an integral part of his personality. He enjoys agony and difficulty, and carries upon his shoulders the full weight of his village's pride and future. To Gonad, shame and fear are emotions that no longer exist. With adversity drilled into the very core of his being, through unimaginable effort he shaped his mind into an unbreechable iron hull filled with undepletable reserves of determination. Though not by any means distanced from other negative emotions, he still bears them with neither complaint nor angst and has never allowed himself to feel regret.

Gonad now travels the land endlessly, seeking nothing more than worthy opponents to fight. He fights for fighting's sake and for honor, the honor of both himself, and for the honor of those who are unable to defend themselves against the dishonorable.
He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuosic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.

Theme Music-

[Winter Star12]

@Doc Doctor He'll be good against my huntress inspired character causes she is pretty strong living out in the woods and all

[Doc Doctor]

@Winter Star12

How's this setting?

[Winter Star12]

@Doc Doctor I approve of it.

[Doc Doctor]

@Winter Star12

I'll have the thread made by tomorrow.

[Winter Star12]

Alright

[FalloutJack]

@Doc Doctor I kinda' like this guy's style, and his abilities remind me of the people of a sci-fi organization I created. (That is, they achieved through genetic engineering what Gonad does with his body naturally.) I like the detail you put into this guy. Did you draw the picture, as well?

@Winter Star12 Quick question: Since we're both showing an interest, can this be done between three people? Like, would you or any of the forum rules object to that?

Both of you: Sorry for the delay in reply here. Apart from a busy weekend and such, I had to think about what I wanted to use here. I wanted to field something that fit the mood. I've used these in modern and fantasy settings.

Thusly...

This is not so much a character sheet as a species template.

Name: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Gender: Unknown...and possibly irrelevent.
Species: Trygon
Height: 6-7 Feet in base form
Occupation: Mimetic Ambush Predator
Residence: Anywhere that is capable of sustaining complex life...and a few areas that are not.

Physical Description:

A lean species, by nature, the Trygon are taut in muscular development. Their high metabolism wastes nothing at all. They are humanoid in the sense of having two legs, two arms, and a head...and that's about it. Barely anything else could even be considered remotely human, including their posture, though they will stand upright as well as on all-fours.

The body of a Trygon is thus... A gray-purple body, standing with toe-claws and back-talons on the feet, while numerous other toes on either side of the foot may grip the ground. The legs are built for leaping, vaulting, and running, with double-jointed knees for flexibility, meaning that they can work on their own or along with the double-joined arms with equal efficiency. They would therefore be adept to multiple terrains, perhaps only struggling in a desert for traction, as they would easily swim in water. Their general muscular build leans more towards the athletic than in brute strength, although this can...change. The hands of a Trygon are an oddity, much like their feet. There is no true rhyme or reason as to how many claws they have in comparison to simply muscular digits. One could have five total toe-claws and the rest normal toes, but a hand full of razors on one hand and two on the other hand, say. And the next Trygon will be different. The reason for this has been determined to be a matter of maturity. A fully-matured Trygon will have a full set.

The head of a Trygon is a nightmare. They are named as they are for their trinocular vision (three eyes, two where most humanoids keep them and one in the forehead), and these slitted eyes change color. They don't seem to require blinking, and only do to protect their vision from damage, like if an object is coming right at their face...assuming they don't destroy said object. Still, this won't distract you from the mouth full of needle-like teeth that are geared for rapid chewing, flanks by two sets of mandibles. Trygon devour prey quickly, the mandibles pulling in their victim to the teeth like a conveyor belt pulling things towards a grinder. All of this is wound within a neat package of skin similar to that of a shark or a smooth-scaled reptile...though they are a warm-blooded species...and their blood is gray.

Trygon also change form, sometimes on a regular basis. More on this below.

Personality:

It's kind of hard to know their personality, sometiimes. They are intelligent, not merely animals. If you were to actually hold a conversation with one and asked what their species was like, as a whole, it would actually be hard to tell you for one very good reason. They don't know. Trygon have no past. As far as they can tell, they are born with a predatory instinct and commit to it for survival until they have absorbed enough 'echoes' from other species to begin thinking for themselves. This is apparently due to their mimetic nature. They are born an immature member of the species, consume other species to gain more insight, and eventually grow to become fully-functional beings.

An immature Trygon cannot be reasoned with. Even the ones who have reasoning power before full maturity can be considered belligerent and driven by the kind of rage or fear or other feelings that can drive a human to disaster. They are foreign and horrifying to any species that exists, ergo they find it hard to believe in a co-existence, only a predator-prey relationship. A mature Trygon can be considered far more reasonable, though they can still fall prey to personality quirks. Remember, their lines of reasoning are built upon the people and creatures of their surroundings. If y'all are paranoid and mistrusting, it seems unlikely that the Trygon will be better.

One curiosity of the species is that it approaches emotional reaction differently. A Trygon does not feel angry, or happy, or sad, per se. It holds elements of alot of this in a complicated manner. It can be apprehensive, wary, and intently focused without actually being afraid. All of its emotions are a utility, for which it must assemble to CREATE a raw emotional response, which can lead to even a conversation with them getting weird. A learner, a Trygon with a supernatural quick-learning ability, will process this alot faster and understand emotional responses much easier. What it does with these, however, is up in the air.

Magic/Abilities:

General Capabilities - What you can expect from a Trygon in general is speed and agility in primary, strength in secondary. They have great mobility, flexibility, and agility. Their strength in base form can overcome a human being, normally, without supreme effort. When faced with a physically powerful specimen, they're looking to take any advantage they can find. Remember that this is an ambush predator, which means that surprise and sneak tactics are better for it than bull-rushing into a situation. Their claws are dense bone and saber-like in nature, and they have enough technique to use them with as much surgical precision as gouging brutality in that area. The hearing of a Trygon is...reasonable. Eardrums are located in the head with no visible ears. Nevertheless, they hear alright. Their sight...is extremely detailed. Once they spot you...fog, darkness, and other passive obscuring methods probably won't work. Eye contact must be broken.

Metamorphosis - Each member of the species possesses the aability to create a new form for itself by devouring significant portions (usually the organs) of a complex creature. In the event of a creature being very small, multiple versions of it may be required before a transformation is initiated. The mimetic properties of a Trygon are such that it can become what it devours. It does not copy the personality of exact form of what it eats. It creates a new form based upon it. (The third eye is generally masked.) So, if a human is eaten, it creates a new human form. This eliminates the need for trying to pretend you're someone that you're not, even though some memories, instincts, and information will be passed on to the Trygon. From here, the Trygon looks like the creature it's eaten and can act like one properly. It will be stronger, though, especially if it goes hybrid-form, with the face and limbs of the Trygon adding to the shape it was once taking. Once a creature is devoured, it can switch back and forth from it as needed until the next devouring, where it settles into a new one. And speaking of which, it cannot shrink down tiny. If a Trygon swallows a beehive, you will be facing a gigantic bee, no question.

The Three Eyes - Kind of like a Beholder, Trygon carry power in their eyes. They're often changing from green to red to gold...when they're not using the color that their current form had. Regardless of the form, when a Trygon's eyes change color, you watch out. Results my vary on the form of the power involved, but their eyes have three basic 'elements' of power...which are death, chaos, and enlightenment. For instance, one might have the ability to cause disorientation in the senses when green, learn something of the physical nature of a being or object when yellow, and rip energy from organic substances (especially if the creature is dead) when red. On the other hand, another could enslave animals with insanity, cause a psychic burst of power with enlightenment, and cause necrotic damage with death. An inherently chaotic species, half the trouble of a Trygon is figuring them and their abilities out.

History:

Yes...this is a tricky one.

As far as anyone knows, and this includes the Trygon themselves, these beings fell right out of the sky. The exact truth of that statement is that they were all encased in meteors that failed to burn up or break up when plunging down towards the planet. They emerged and began hunting, and then half of their lives were thinking that they were the thing they devoured while the other half knew that they were not. It can be a little hard at times to realize what you are or are not, depending on what occurs in your life. The Trygon lived, therefore, as the sort of bogeyman of 'What if whom you speak to is not whom you think they are?'. For a while, they were thought as doppelgangers, shapeshifters, and other form-changing beasts. However, due to their unusual nature, it had to be accepted that they were their own species, their owm special kind of threat.

The Trygon live as both predatory and paranoid beings. They merge into whatever sort of culture their form is associated with and try their damnedest not to be outed as something they're not. This was hard since the blood changes to fit the species too. Of course, those who sometimes forget who they are have shocking moments upon discovery that they aren't what they thought they were. Inevitably, though, they all get over it. Other beings are merely a suit to wear and learn more about the world around them...and to hunt. Really, there isn't much to tell about their history because that's precisely what the more intelligent ones have been trying to figure out. It's a culture of creatures with no actual past to look in on, hence why they're taking so much from every other form they assume.

[Winter Star12]

@FalloutJack we can do a three person battle I mean there is the small group tag in the tags list

[Doc Doctor]

Here's the link to the thread. Might you like to post first, @Winter Star12?
roleplayerguild.com/topics/171166-bri…
@FalloutJack I commissioned that art from a friend.

[LeeRoy]

@FalloutJack
I was the one who did the art commission for @Doc Doctor, I'm open for Art Commissions if you're interested.