Fuckin' loled hard at in kayfabe Kane. Just don't make him go corporate... Now i'm tempted to make an Undertaker inspired by the Undertaker Dead Journal
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"by my decree, by my ROYAL decree!"
Name:
King Knight, the Decadent Dandy
Universe:
Shovel Knight
Personality:
if pride was a person... who was a king... and a knight, King Knight would be that man. He thrives off of being a leader in any situation, and is ready to put himself in that position at any time. Overconfidence fuels his decision making to an extreme measure. Despite his other position of chivalry, King Knight suffers from cowardice and will only fight when cornered. He despises work and only desires a life of luxury. King Knight has no real power to take over the city, nor does he have the intention of evildoing. He already knows, in his own mind, that his beautiful crown will assert his dominance over the town, and soon enough all the fair maidens of the land will swarm to his side cus' he's so awesome and shut up.
Powers/Skills:
King Knight depends on one power... an ability so powerful, that it puts all others in this very roleplay to shame! The self-inherited gift... of Royal Decree-ing making! These may not have any use in combat, but oh man, Royal Decrees will set down a law prohibiting combat against the King! It's the law and if you so much as BREAK it you'll wish you didn't as King Knight will... well... um... he'll do something about it, and it will probably stress out your character! AH HA!
King Knight, along with his legislative reign, also knows how to fight contrary to his cowardice.
Brief Bio:
Having awoken from the pits of Pridemoor Keep into a strange town sparked King Knight's curiosity. His reign over his previous estate had just ended, and fueled with the cravings a throne he embarked to find this city's castle; with an eye open for loyal subjects to follow under him.
Equipment:
Kingly Cape
Kingly Crown
Kingly Armor
Kingly Helmet
Kingly Staff of Ruling
Others:
"Outta the way folks; your ruler has arrived!"
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Yes hello hi this RP is relevant to my interests and I would like to apply with a character thank you.
And no, I don't do run on sentences. Often xD
And no, I don't do run on sentences. Often xD
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Okay, after a glance at the characters that have been taken, I notice two characters that I am interested in that A) haven't been taken and B) I feel I can RP adequately. The second one might have to wait until tomorrow, but I'll try to get him in if I can. Also, I haven't made a character bio in a very long time, so forgive me if I key in a certain code wrongly. It will be fixed as soon as possible if that happens. Now then...
Second character coming...Now.
Third Character...Possibly? I'll see how I feel later...
*Name: Buwaro Elexion
*Universe: Slightly Damned
*Appearance: If you die from cuteness overload, I apologize deepy.
*Personality: To say Buwaro probably wants to be your friend would be like saying your dog would like a rawhide bone. Buwaro is (usually) very friendly towards anyone he meets, even if they aren't friendly towards him. He is naturally curious and often wonders off on his own if no one watches him. That's not to say he can't focus when it counts though-he can pick up on the seriousness of a situation rather easily, though he does have a tendency to insert his foot into his mouth at these sort of moments. This can be attributed to the fact that Buwaro is no the brightest bulb in the box. He's not brain dead, but he is quite naive and ditzy. His emotions bruise like a banana however, and he will often end up downtrodden whenever he knows he's screwed up. That's not to say he won't bounce back however.
*Powers/Skills: Buwaro is a fire demon, and therefore has some fire magic at his disposal. However, his lack of combat experience and youth detriments his natural raw talent in that field, and his magic is either wildly underwhelming or is so big he can't control it. That's not to say his claws and teeth are just for show-both of them are sharp and can be used to wear down an opponent, should he ever fight. His wings on the other hand, are just for show, as his body is too big and his wings too tiny for him to fly. This is because he wasn't born with them, as he gained them after he decided to wear the sun medallion that gave his (deceased) sister the ability to use wind magic. Speaking of medallions, the star one around his neck keeps a 'berserker' mode that is natural in all demons within him sedated. Whereas most demons can access this mode at will, Buwaro's birth made him unable to keep out of the mode without the medallion's help. In this mode, Buwaro's combat ability goes up to the extreme, but at the price of his usual lovable personality. He turns into a savage, blood hungry fighting machine, and he can only be brought out of that mode if the star medallion, once removed, if put back around his neck. If he is left in this state too long, he will die from exhaustion.
*Brief Bio: Born an orphan when his parents were slaughtered by angel mercenaries, Buwaro was adopted by a passing angel, Darius Elexion. The young demon spent his first year and a half comatose, as if he ever woke up he would attack his adopted father and siblings violently. Finally, Darius decided to sacrifice his star medallion that centered his focus onto the toddler, this giving us the happy purple demon we know today. Buwaro would spend his first 14 years in the Ring of the Slightly Damned, where he would be assigned custody of the recently deceased Rhea Snaketail. This is where things get interesting. After roughly a year with Rhea, his adopted sister Sakido hatched a plan for all three of them to escape to the surface, intent on finding out what Buwaro's adopted brother Iratu was up to. However, during the escape, Sakido was killed by an unknown angel assassin, leaving Buwaro and Rhea alone. He would mourn the loss of his sister and take the sun medallion she wore around her neck as something to remember her by. In the year he has spent on Media, Buwaro has grown as an individual and in skill, and has discovered much about himself and his past, as most of his infancy with Darius had been forgotten in a bout of amnesia.
*Equipment: Two angelic medallions (a star, which centers focus, and a sun, which grants flight, or at least wings), a pet rock named Thadius, a journal written by his adopted father, completely in Angelic, and a white angel feather.
*Others: Currently, Buwaro is dating an angel named Kieri. I'll let you sift through the irony on your own. He is also traveling with Rhea Snaketail in an attempt to find Kieri's older brother Kazai, as well as find a way to undo a curse done on Kieri before they met which turns her into a snow bunny at random.
*Universe: Slightly Damned
*Appearance: If you die from cuteness overload, I apologize deepy.
*Personality: To say Buwaro probably wants to be your friend would be like saying your dog would like a rawhide bone. Buwaro is (usually) very friendly towards anyone he meets, even if they aren't friendly towards him. He is naturally curious and often wonders off on his own if no one watches him. That's not to say he can't focus when it counts though-he can pick up on the seriousness of a situation rather easily, though he does have a tendency to insert his foot into his mouth at these sort of moments. This can be attributed to the fact that Buwaro is no the brightest bulb in the box. He's not brain dead, but he is quite naive and ditzy. His emotions bruise like a banana however, and he will often end up downtrodden whenever he knows he's screwed up. That's not to say he won't bounce back however.
*Powers/Skills: Buwaro is a fire demon, and therefore has some fire magic at his disposal. However, his lack of combat experience and youth detriments his natural raw talent in that field, and his magic is either wildly underwhelming or is so big he can't control it. That's not to say his claws and teeth are just for show-both of them are sharp and can be used to wear down an opponent, should he ever fight. His wings on the other hand, are just for show, as his body is too big and his wings too tiny for him to fly. This is because he wasn't born with them, as he gained them after he decided to wear the sun medallion that gave his (deceased) sister the ability to use wind magic. Speaking of medallions, the star one around his neck keeps a 'berserker' mode that is natural in all demons within him sedated. Whereas most demons can access this mode at will, Buwaro's birth made him unable to keep out of the mode without the medallion's help. In this mode, Buwaro's combat ability goes up to the extreme, but at the price of his usual lovable personality. He turns into a savage, blood hungry fighting machine, and he can only be brought out of that mode if the star medallion, once removed, if put back around his neck. If he is left in this state too long, he will die from exhaustion.
*Brief Bio: Born an orphan when his parents were slaughtered by angel mercenaries, Buwaro was adopted by a passing angel, Darius Elexion. The young demon spent his first year and a half comatose, as if he ever woke up he would attack his adopted father and siblings violently. Finally, Darius decided to sacrifice his star medallion that centered his focus onto the toddler, this giving us the happy purple demon we know today. Buwaro would spend his first 14 years in the Ring of the Slightly Damned, where he would be assigned custody of the recently deceased Rhea Snaketail. This is where things get interesting. After roughly a year with Rhea, his adopted sister Sakido hatched a plan for all three of them to escape to the surface, intent on finding out what Buwaro's adopted brother Iratu was up to. However, during the escape, Sakido was killed by an unknown angel assassin, leaving Buwaro and Rhea alone. He would mourn the loss of his sister and take the sun medallion she wore around her neck as something to remember her by. In the year he has spent on Media, Buwaro has grown as an individual and in skill, and has discovered much about himself and his past, as most of his infancy with Darius had been forgotten in a bout of amnesia.
*Equipment: Two angelic medallions (a star, which centers focus, and a sun, which grants flight, or at least wings), a pet rock named Thadius, a journal written by his adopted father, completely in Angelic, and a white angel feather.
*Others: Currently, Buwaro is dating an angel named Kieri. I'll let you sift through the irony on your own. He is also traveling with Rhea Snaketail in an attempt to find Kieri's older brother Kazai, as well as find a way to undo a curse done on Kieri before they met which turns her into a snow bunny at random.
Second character coming...Now.
*Name: Ben "Yahtzee" Croshaw
*Universe: Zero Punctuation
*Appearance: I could probably have described him in, like, two or three sentences.
Personality: Okay, first person that comes to mind when I say 'Caustic Video Game Critic' that isn't James Rolfe. Yahtzee is extremely cynical, often nitpicking down to the tiniest detail. He often finds himself snarking on just about anything, often firing off motor mouthed and vulgar statements about things he dislikes. Yahtzee has a very specific idea of what he wants out of...Well, anything, and is harshly critical on any flaws he finds. This isn't because he enjoys doing it-he simply accentuates the negative so that the good shines all the more when he finds it.
Powers/Skills: Because of his job, Yahtzee has the ability to pick out the most minute details about areas and tasks, meaning he can formulate strategies and ideas based around that. His bark is much worse than his bike however, as Yahtzee by himself is simply a slick talking critic with a nice hat. That's where the imps come in. Yahtzee's only friends/personal servants, the imps are mute, dim witted creatures that seem to do anything he tells them to do. Yahtzee usually has one following him around at all time, and he has no qualms using them in combat in various ways, from throwing them like pick in to equipping them with fire arms. The imps are very resilient too boot, often taking a great deal of punishment to take down.
Brief Bio: Yahtzee Croshaw is a British born man currently residing in Australia. He is an accomplished critic of both video games and movies, and a relatively well known author. His video series Zero Punctuation was picked up by the website The Escapist, and he has become a well respected critic ever since. Even if he does often rip on well liked games.
Equipment: A fancy hat, a small army of imp soldiers (does that count as equipment?), an assortment if firearms stored in a hammer space.
*Universe: Zero Punctuation
*Appearance: I could probably have described him in, like, two or three sentences.
Personality: Okay, first person that comes to mind when I say 'Caustic Video Game Critic' that isn't James Rolfe. Yahtzee is extremely cynical, often nitpicking down to the tiniest detail. He often finds himself snarking on just about anything, often firing off motor mouthed and vulgar statements about things he dislikes. Yahtzee has a very specific idea of what he wants out of...Well, anything, and is harshly critical on any flaws he finds. This isn't because he enjoys doing it-he simply accentuates the negative so that the good shines all the more when he finds it.
Powers/Skills: Because of his job, Yahtzee has the ability to pick out the most minute details about areas and tasks, meaning he can formulate strategies and ideas based around that. His bark is much worse than his bike however, as Yahtzee by himself is simply a slick talking critic with a nice hat. That's where the imps come in. Yahtzee's only friends/personal servants, the imps are mute, dim witted creatures that seem to do anything he tells them to do. Yahtzee usually has one following him around at all time, and he has no qualms using them in combat in various ways, from throwing them like pick in to equipping them with fire arms. The imps are very resilient too boot, often taking a great deal of punishment to take down.
Brief Bio: Yahtzee Croshaw is a British born man currently residing in Australia. He is an accomplished critic of both video games and movies, and a relatively well known author. His video series Zero Punctuation was picked up by the website The Escapist, and he has become a well respected critic ever since. Even if he does often rip on well liked games.
Equipment: A fancy hat, a small army of imp soldiers (does that count as equipment?), an assortment if firearms stored in a hammer space.
Third Character...Possibly? I'll see how I feel later...
OP
King Knight and Buwaro are accepted. Yahtzee isn't on account of him just being a video game reviewer.
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Just as well, I thought of a better character anyway xD
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Sent a CS through pm. Not sure if you read it or not, just confirming that I sent it. Kind of like a receipt.
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Okay, backup character time...Who was I going to use aga-*gets shoved aside* what the hel-*Gets booted out the door*
Phew, glad he's gone-no fricken way he could've captured my manly Essenes!
"I think you mean ours."
"No, I think he meant to leave you out."
You two can settle this later-time to make magic...
Phew, glad he's gone-no fricken way he could've captured my manly Essenes!
"I think you mean ours."
"No, I think he meant to leave you out."
You two can settle this later-time to make magic...
Name: Ya need to ask? I'm Deadpool men and ladies, who the hell do you think I am?!
"Spider-Man?"
"Pfft, don't even compare us to that poseur."
Universe: The Universe of Awesome!...And Marvel Comics, I guess.
"Kinda go hand in hand don't they?"
Yeah, I gu-hey, what's going on? Haven't we been here already?
"I think we're being edited. Something about specifying which Marvel Universe we're from?
Ugh, this feels so fricken weird. Just put me down from the Deadpool comic universe and call it a day...
Appearance: Try not to have your head asplode from pure badassery, Kay?
Personality: You even need to ask? People, I am Deadpool-the coolest dude to walk these streets since Dwayne Johnson! Y'know, before he made Tooth Fairy.
"A-hem"
"Are we forgetting someone?"
Oh yeah, right. Uh, big bold and deep voiced is super serious and usually not very fun, but he has his moments. Squeaky and lean-y is like your typical kid trying to be cool-leaching on to the coolest kid in the yard and trying to be beasties with him. He is pretty fricken awesome though.
"Damn right!"
"Let's move on, shall we?
Fiiiiiiiine...
Powers/Skills: Ohohohohoho boy, where do I start?! I'm awesome with any kind of gun or sword you put in my hand, I can regenerate if I take any lethal damage, I am literally dating death so even if anything manages to kill me I'll only be gone long enough for snuggles with my babe, I am a master of comedy...Oh yeah, and I got two voices in my head that give play by play better than Gorilla Monsoon and Bobby Heenan on their best day.
"That's us, by the way."
"If you haven't figured that out yet, congrats, you're an idiot!"
Brief Bio: My journey of awesome started many moons ago, when a bunch of scientist dudes injected me, an already pretty badass mercenary for hire by the name of Wade Wilson (don't get spreading that around though. Or do, what do I care?), with a bunch of green looking chemical stuffs. They made me the ultimate killing machine, making me able to slice or gun down anything with a pulse, and some things that don't. It also may have driven me completely Gary Busey levels of crazy, but I think that's just a myth.
"Boss, you haven't said chimichangas yet."
Oh yeah, thanks little voice in my head number one. Chimichangas~!
Equipment: Uh, every weapon under the goddamn sun? How about them apples?!
"Erm..."
"Sigh, go on, tell him."
Tell me what?
"I may have sorta kinda traded most of our weapons for a comic book from Wolverine?"
...WHAT.
"It was Action Comics number two, the ultra rare one!"
"You're an idiot."
Wha...How did y...Do I have ANYTHING left?
"Uh, your two sais, an Uzi, a desert eagle, a couple of grenades and...Yeah, that's pretty much it.
Ugh, looks like I'm gonna have to go kill some dudes and take their shit. Again.
Other: Oh man, I could go on forever and ever! I haven't even told you about Shorty McShortshort and Cable yet, not to mention-hey, what's that big ass hole?
"I'm not sure, but I think it's sucking us in. Think we should run?"
"Nah, I think it advances the plot.
Well put. Adventure, hooooooooo~!
"Spider-Man?"
"Pfft, don't even compare us to that poseur."
Universe: The Universe of Awesome!...And Marvel Comics, I guess.
"Kinda go hand in hand don't they?"
Yeah, I gu-hey, what's going on? Haven't we been here already?
"I think we're being edited. Something about specifying which Marvel Universe we're from?
Ugh, this feels so fricken weird. Just put me down from the Deadpool comic universe and call it a day...
Appearance: Try not to have your head asplode from pure badassery, Kay?
Personality: You even need to ask? People, I am Deadpool-the coolest dude to walk these streets since Dwayne Johnson! Y'know, before he made Tooth Fairy.
"A-hem"
"Are we forgetting someone?"
Oh yeah, right. Uh, big bold and deep voiced is super serious and usually not very fun, but he has his moments. Squeaky and lean-y is like your typical kid trying to be cool-leaching on to the coolest kid in the yard and trying to be beasties with him. He is pretty fricken awesome though.
"Damn right!"
"Let's move on, shall we?
Fiiiiiiiine...
Powers/Skills: Ohohohohoho boy, where do I start?! I'm awesome with any kind of gun or sword you put in my hand, I can regenerate if I take any lethal damage, I am literally dating death so even if anything manages to kill me I'll only be gone long enough for snuggles with my babe, I am a master of comedy...Oh yeah, and I got two voices in my head that give play by play better than Gorilla Monsoon and Bobby Heenan on their best day.
"That's us, by the way."
"If you haven't figured that out yet, congrats, you're an idiot!"
Brief Bio: My journey of awesome started many moons ago, when a bunch of scientist dudes injected me, an already pretty badass mercenary for hire by the name of Wade Wilson (don't get spreading that around though. Or do, what do I care?), with a bunch of green looking chemical stuffs. They made me the ultimate killing machine, making me able to slice or gun down anything with a pulse, and some things that don't. It also may have driven me completely Gary Busey levels of crazy, but I think that's just a myth.
"Boss, you haven't said chimichangas yet."
Oh yeah, thanks little voice in my head number one. Chimichangas~!
Equipment: Uh, every weapon under the goddamn sun? How about them apples?!
"Erm..."
"Sigh, go on, tell him."
Tell me what?
"I may have sorta kinda traded most of our weapons for a comic book from Wolverine?"
...WHAT.
"It was Action Comics number two, the ultra rare one!"
"You're an idiot."
Wha...How did y...Do I have ANYTHING left?
"Uh, your two sais, an Uzi, a desert eagle, a couple of grenades and...Yeah, that's pretty much it.
Ugh, looks like I'm gonna have to go kill some dudes and take their shit. Again.
Other: Oh man, I could go on forever and ever! I haven't even told you about Shorty McShortshort and Cable yet, not to mention-hey, what's that big ass hole?
"I'm not sure, but I think it's sucking us in. Think we should run?"
"Nah, I think it advances the plot.
Well put. Adventure, hooooooooo~!
Which Marvel Universe? 616, 1610, 5700, 11080, 12091? There's a lot of AU's in the Marvel metaverse
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Flamelord said
Which Marvel Universe? 616, 1610, 5700, 11080, 12091? There's a lot of AU's in the Marvel metaverse
Tis a fair point. Fixed up.
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Lost Cause said
Um...
Huh. At least it's a different reason than 'he's got too many powers and weapons, he'll kick everyone's asses' that I usually get when I apply for Deadpool.
I know this may sound like arguing, but hear me out-in most mediums Deadpool appears in, the writer is writing the main story and Deadpool himself, so yeah he can do that. In this case though, I'm writing Deadpool and someone else is writing the main story. Ergo, I don't know what's going to happen, therefore I can't write Deadpool like he knows what's going to happen.
As for the constant fourth wall breaks...I know it's a stretch, but I look at it this way-Deadpool breaks it as often as he does for two reasons: one, he gets bored, and two, he wants to know what goes on in the plot. Since we've already taken away the latter, it means he'll only start breaking the fourth wall if he gets bored. If you keep putting things in front of him to maim, that's not going to be as often as you'd think.
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At first I was worried that he might be too big and strong, but then I saw that Optimus Prime was alright, and being that he is substantially shorter than a Cybertronian, I thought it could be fun to play a grumpy, horny, old, robotic killing machine.
Name: Bjorn the Fell-Handed
Universe: Warhammer 40K
Appearance:
Personality: Many see Bjorn as the oldest and wisest mind in the Imperium, due to his being the last living being to have faught alongside a Primarch. Although he is wise and battlethirsty, not many knew that he was a notorious womanizer. It's suspected that he might actually be the ancestor to many of the current Space Wolves... It's the reason that he was nicknamed "The Fellhanded" as, during one long hunt, he nipped behind a large bolder for some personal relief and was caught by Leman Russ, who loudly proclaimed to the rest of their group. "LO, IT SEEMS HE IS BESTING A MIGHTY FELL-BEAST WITH ONLY HIS HAND!!!"
Surprisingly enough, Bjorn has proven diplomatic skills, managing to avoid a war between the Space Wolves and Inquisition, after current Great Wolf, Logan Grimnar killed a Lord Inquisitor for ordering his men to fire upon civilians. An astounding feat, as none have ever convinced the Inquisition to rescind an order of Excommunicate Traitoris before, and none have since.
All in all, Bjorn can be best described in 5 words "Gumpy, Vicious, Randy Old Sod." Annoyed that he is forced to spend his time in a stasis pod, being woken up every millenium to tell the young ones what a great guy Leman Russ was, and not being allowed to go back to battle.
Quote ~ "Do you have any idea how pissing annoying it is that every time I go to sleep, I wake up to find more Wolf crap has been loaded onto me?! I can barely move anymore!!!"
Powers/Skills:
Immense Combat Experience: Was a warrior for the Space Wolves for over 5000 years and showed his immense combat prowess on many occasions, most notably during the Battle of The Fang, in which he faced a Daemon Primarch in single combat and managed to drive the Demonic Demi-God into retreat.
Immense wealth of wisdom: Bjorn is the oldest living thing in the Imperium, apart from The Immortal God Emperor himself. Meaning that he has been around some of the wisest and has learned much. Bjorns words have been known to shape the future of the galaxy, so heed his advice.
Brief Bio: Mostly un-known, due to most imperium records from around the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy being lost. The first currently recorded mention of Bjorn in Imperial records occurs towards the end of the Great Crusade, when he was picked by Lord Leman Russ himself to be part of his pack, after Bjorn had showed a lot of promise in battle. Bjorn took part in the Burning of Prospero, during which time he was infected by a Malefictum, but was saved only by having the infected arm cut off by one of Lord Russ' Custodes. He recovered quickly, but the Space Wolves were unable to reach Terra in time to defend her from the Chaos forces final assault. After the Final Battle, Russ left the Space Wolves and ventured into the Eye of Terror to find his corrupted brothers and end them, taking with him, only his most trusted of battle brothers, leaving Bjorn behind as Great Wolf in his stead.
His heroic career at the head of the Space Wolves ended during a raid against a fortress during the Proxima Rebellion in 934.M31, when he was so severely wounded and crippled that he was beyond the aid of the chapter's Apothecaries, and his paralyzed body was transplanted within a Dreadnought. Over the following five hundred years he remained at the forefront of battle. Eventually however, the long years took their toll on the warrior, and he began spending longer and longer periods dormant in stasis sleep.
The first particularly notable time he was awoken from stasis currently known of was during the first Battle of the Fang in M32. At this time, as part of a scheme to permanently deny the Space Wolves the ability to produce Successor Chapters, as well as gain a measure of revenge for the Burning of Prospero, the Thousand Sons invaded Fenris, the homeworld of the Space Wolves. Before falling on the world, Magnus had ensured that the bulk of the Space Wolves Chapter would be off-planet; The Fang was defended by only one Great Company of Adeptus Astartes, as well as their serfs and mortal soldiery. Also present were several of the Space Wolves' Dreadnoughts, chief amongst whom was Bjorn the Fell-Handed. Under orders from Jarl Greyloc, Bjorn was awoken, and the first Great Wolf charged headlong into the fray, rallying the severely outnumbered Space Wolves, destroying countless Thousand Sons and crippling the Daemon Primarch, Magnus The Red.
Bjorn now spends his time in the Space Wolves mighty fortress, The Fang, in suspended animation. He is awoken every 1000 years so that he may tell stories of old, and is awoken on special occasions, or during times of great emergency.
Equipment:
Dreadnought Body: Due to his age, his physical body withered away millenia ago, as such, his battered and beaten body was placed into the large mechanical body that preserved his remains whilst keeping his mind in-tact. This body was created using some of the most advanced technologies in the Imperium, far more advanced than the standard Dreadnought, which allowed him to remain sane and intact for almost 9500 years since he was first put in it.
Trueclaw: The large claw on his right arm, it is known for it's speed and deadliness. It also has a flamethrower built into the underside of it.
Hellfrost Cannon: A large cannon mounted onto his chassis instead of a left arm. It fires a beam of energy that is approximately -4000 degrees.
Wolf Amulet: An amulet with a shield generator built into it. Deflects most small arms fire, and can take the occasional Lascannon shot as well.
Smoke Launchers: Built onto the top of his frame, allows him to pop smoke and make him harder to hit from ranged fire.
Searchlights: A large pair of searchlights either side of his Smoke launcher, allows him to light up the dark.
Others: I'm going to be playing him more along the lines of how he is portrayed by /tg/ and 1d4chan.
Universe: Warhammer 40K
Appearance:
Personality: Many see Bjorn as the oldest and wisest mind in the Imperium, due to his being the last living being to have faught alongside a Primarch. Although he is wise and battlethirsty, not many knew that he was a notorious womanizer. It's suspected that he might actually be the ancestor to many of the current Space Wolves... It's the reason that he was nicknamed "The Fellhanded" as, during one long hunt, he nipped behind a large bolder for some personal relief and was caught by Leman Russ, who loudly proclaimed to the rest of their group. "LO, IT SEEMS HE IS BESTING A MIGHTY FELL-BEAST WITH ONLY HIS HAND!!!"
Surprisingly enough, Bjorn has proven diplomatic skills, managing to avoid a war between the Space Wolves and Inquisition, after current Great Wolf, Logan Grimnar killed a Lord Inquisitor for ordering his men to fire upon civilians. An astounding feat, as none have ever convinced the Inquisition to rescind an order of Excommunicate Traitoris before, and none have since.
All in all, Bjorn can be best described in 5 words "Gumpy, Vicious, Randy Old Sod." Annoyed that he is forced to spend his time in a stasis pod, being woken up every millenium to tell the young ones what a great guy Leman Russ was, and not being allowed to go back to battle.
Quote ~ "Do you have any idea how pissing annoying it is that every time I go to sleep, I wake up to find more Wolf crap has been loaded onto me?! I can barely move anymore!!!"
Powers/Skills:
Immense Combat Experience: Was a warrior for the Space Wolves for over 5000 years and showed his immense combat prowess on many occasions, most notably during the Battle of The Fang, in which he faced a Daemon Primarch in single combat and managed to drive the Demonic Demi-God into retreat.
Immense wealth of wisdom: Bjorn is the oldest living thing in the Imperium, apart from The Immortal God Emperor himself. Meaning that he has been around some of the wisest and has learned much. Bjorns words have been known to shape the future of the galaxy, so heed his advice.
Brief Bio: Mostly un-known, due to most imperium records from around the Great Crusade and Horus Heresy being lost. The first currently recorded mention of Bjorn in Imperial records occurs towards the end of the Great Crusade, when he was picked by Lord Leman Russ himself to be part of his pack, after Bjorn had showed a lot of promise in battle. Bjorn took part in the Burning of Prospero, during which time he was infected by a Malefictum, but was saved only by having the infected arm cut off by one of Lord Russ' Custodes. He recovered quickly, but the Space Wolves were unable to reach Terra in time to defend her from the Chaos forces final assault. After the Final Battle, Russ left the Space Wolves and ventured into the Eye of Terror to find his corrupted brothers and end them, taking with him, only his most trusted of battle brothers, leaving Bjorn behind as Great Wolf in his stead.
His heroic career at the head of the Space Wolves ended during a raid against a fortress during the Proxima Rebellion in 934.M31, when he was so severely wounded and crippled that he was beyond the aid of the chapter's Apothecaries, and his paralyzed body was transplanted within a Dreadnought. Over the following five hundred years he remained at the forefront of battle. Eventually however, the long years took their toll on the warrior, and he began spending longer and longer periods dormant in stasis sleep.
The first particularly notable time he was awoken from stasis currently known of was during the first Battle of the Fang in M32. At this time, as part of a scheme to permanently deny the Space Wolves the ability to produce Successor Chapters, as well as gain a measure of revenge for the Burning of Prospero, the Thousand Sons invaded Fenris, the homeworld of the Space Wolves. Before falling on the world, Magnus had ensured that the bulk of the Space Wolves Chapter would be off-planet; The Fang was defended by only one Great Company of Adeptus Astartes, as well as their serfs and mortal soldiery. Also present were several of the Space Wolves' Dreadnoughts, chief amongst whom was Bjorn the Fell-Handed. Under orders from Jarl Greyloc, Bjorn was awoken, and the first Great Wolf charged headlong into the fray, rallying the severely outnumbered Space Wolves, destroying countless Thousand Sons and crippling the Daemon Primarch, Magnus The Red.
Bjorn now spends his time in the Space Wolves mighty fortress, The Fang, in suspended animation. He is awoken every 1000 years so that he may tell stories of old, and is awoken on special occasions, or during times of great emergency.
Equipment:
Dreadnought Body: Due to his age, his physical body withered away millenia ago, as such, his battered and beaten body was placed into the large mechanical body that preserved his remains whilst keeping his mind in-tact. This body was created using some of the most advanced technologies in the Imperium, far more advanced than the standard Dreadnought, which allowed him to remain sane and intact for almost 9500 years since he was first put in it.
Trueclaw: The large claw on his right arm, it is known for it's speed and deadliness. It also has a flamethrower built into the underside of it.
Hellfrost Cannon: A large cannon mounted onto his chassis instead of a left arm. It fires a beam of energy that is approximately -4000 degrees.
Wolf Amulet: An amulet with a shield generator built into it. Deflects most small arms fire, and can take the occasional Lascannon shot as well.
Smoke Launchers: Built onto the top of his frame, allows him to pop smoke and make him harder to hit from ranged fire.
Searchlights: A large pair of searchlights either side of his Smoke launcher, allows him to light up the dark.
Others: I'm going to be playing him more along the lines of how he is portrayed by /tg/ and 1d4chan.
As much as I find Bjorn's 1d4chan page hilarious, you shouldn't use it as a reference if you actually intend to play him. It's less about him as a character and more about him as a meme, and not exactly an accurate summation of him at all.
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As much as I find Bjorn's 1d4chan page hilarious, you shouldn't use it as a reference if you actually intend to play him. It's less about him as a character and more about him as a meme, and not exactly an accurate summation of him at all.
Bjorn has very little personality, in the actual Games Workshop material, nothing beyond "Grrr, I'm a big space marine with a beard!!!" At least /tg/ gave him some personality tropes, such as hating Russ, Resenting his internment in stasis, having likes and dislikes... See, Games Workshop don't seem to know the difference between "Being a well rounded character" and "Having a character that does cool shit." Bjorn does cool shit all the time, but as for personality? Non-Existant. /tg/ actually gave these guys unique personalities, so, all in all, it's actually the best reference to go off of. It's either that, or just have him be the big angry space marines that is a little too obsessed with wolves and Leman and The EMPRAH!!!
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@DoNot: I'm still sorry to say that Deadpool is not going to be acceptable. Sorry.
@Matt: If you're going to be using a character, it has to be canon personality rather than meme or fanon versions. Sorry.
@Matt: If you're going to be using a character, it has to be canon personality rather than meme or fanon versions. Sorry.
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Grey Star said @Matt: If you're going to be using a character, it has to be canon personality rather than meme or fanon versions. Sorry.
But the point was that there is no canon personality beyond "Grrr, I'm a big bearded space marine! RUSS AND WOLVES FOREVER!!!" If it has to be canon then i'll come up with something else. Games Workshop never give their characters personality, just cool shit to do. Canonically, there is only a handful of Warhammer 40,000 characters that have an actual personality, rather than just a laundry list of cool shit they have done, and only a few come to mind, like Caiaphas Kain and Gunner Jurgen.
/tg/ actually gave him a personality, therefore, I have opted to go with the version of him that actually has a personality to play.
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mattmanganon said
But the point was that there is no canon personality beyond "Grrr, I'm a big bearded space marine! RUSS AND WOLVES FOREVER!!!" If it has to be canon then i'll come up with something else. Games Workshop never give their characters personality, just cool shit to do. Canonically, there is only a handful of Warhammer 40,000 characters that have an actual personality, rather than just a laundry list of cool shit they have done, and only a few come to mind, like Caiaphas Kain and Gunner Jurgen.
So pick a character from the Black Library and run with that then.
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Alrighty, let's see if I can give this a shot. WARNING: WALL O' TEXT AHEAD
Also, if I screwed something up/anything needs fixing, just let me know ^^
Name: Martin the Warrior
Universe: Redwall
Appearence:
Personality: Martin the Warrior, son of Luke the Warrior, is a dedicated and selfless mouse to say the least. He will always put the needs of those he cares about above his own, though on occasion that can result in him getting into more than enough trouble. Though strong and independent, he knows when to ask his friends for help (even if it's not easy for him). Despite his eagerness to rush into danger in order to help someone, he is also known for his light-heartedness and compassion.
Powers/skills: While he possesses no magical powers, Martin does carry a wide variety of attributes that make him an excellent fighter, friend, and even worse enemy. Since he could walk, Martin's father taught him the art of fighting, as living on a coastal village under constant attack from bands of roving pirates was far from a safe living condition. Whether it be a staff, bow, his bare paws, or his father's sword which was crafted from a fallen meteor, Martin is skilled in fighting. He is also quite ingenious at times, able to fashion improvised weapons, repairs, or other items as necessary from just the materials around him.
Bio: After his father left on a daring mission to rid the coastal villages of pirates who had been a constant threat, Martin was captured by a band of slave-traders and ended up in Marshank, a fort ruled by a tyrant stoat by the name of Badrang. During an escape attempt, he met Rose of Noonvale who was searching for her younger brother, also a captured slave inside the fort. Banding together with a squirrel by the name of Feldoh and other creatures tired of Badrang's cruelty, they destroyed the evil stoat and freed the prisoners. However, Martin paid a grievous price. Rose and him had quickly fallen in love after meeting, but she was killed by Badrang before Martin could stop him. Martin spent months wandering the wilderness before eventually aiding a band of woodland creatures in their struggle against another dictator, and in the end creating the peaceful abbey of Redwall where he lived.
Equipment:
-His father's sword
-A dagger
-Pouches for medicines, food, etc
-His signature red bandana
Also, if I screwed something up/anything needs fixing, just let me know ^^
Name: Martin the Warrior
Universe: Redwall
Appearence:
Personality: Martin the Warrior, son of Luke the Warrior, is a dedicated and selfless mouse to say the least. He will always put the needs of those he cares about above his own, though on occasion that can result in him getting into more than enough trouble. Though strong and independent, he knows when to ask his friends for help (even if it's not easy for him). Despite his eagerness to rush into danger in order to help someone, he is also known for his light-heartedness and compassion.
Powers/skills: While he possesses no magical powers, Martin does carry a wide variety of attributes that make him an excellent fighter, friend, and even worse enemy. Since he could walk, Martin's father taught him the art of fighting, as living on a coastal village under constant attack from bands of roving pirates was far from a safe living condition. Whether it be a staff, bow, his bare paws, or his father's sword which was crafted from a fallen meteor, Martin is skilled in fighting. He is also quite ingenious at times, able to fashion improvised weapons, repairs, or other items as necessary from just the materials around him.
Bio: After his father left on a daring mission to rid the coastal villages of pirates who had been a constant threat, Martin was captured by a band of slave-traders and ended up in Marshank, a fort ruled by a tyrant stoat by the name of Badrang. During an escape attempt, he met Rose of Noonvale who was searching for her younger brother, also a captured slave inside the fort. Banding together with a squirrel by the name of Feldoh and other creatures tired of Badrang's cruelty, they destroyed the evil stoat and freed the prisoners. However, Martin paid a grievous price. Rose and him had quickly fallen in love after meeting, but she was killed by Badrang before Martin could stop him. Martin spent months wandering the wilderness before eventually aiding a band of woodland creatures in their struggle against another dictator, and in the end creating the peaceful abbey of Redwall where he lived.
Equipment:
-His father's sword
-A dagger
-Pouches for medicines, food, etc
-His signature red bandana
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I have no problems save for the fact that Martin would be the size of a regular mouse compared to everyone else who's quite a bit bigger. Are you sure you want to use this character even given the size disparity?
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