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From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious, Myster System

Humanity had always believed in divination in one form or another, all the way back to the humble beginnings of mankind on ancient Terra. The concept of being able to predict the future and in a way control it has long be a stable of those in positions of power desiring to maintain said power... through more then one successful fortune teller figured out the trick of making and wording 'prophecies' that covered all bases and would prove them correct, no matter the outcome.

Those who followed the tenants and teachings of the Machine Cult also believed in divination, through their methods of divining what would happen was much more effective then trying to read the innards of a dead goat or the feeding habits of birds. Mechanicum divination was based on predicting the future via data. The more you understood about the world and those within it, the more accurately one could develop algorithms that could predict what the future held and what was going to happen.

There was no such thing as predetermined fate but everything was interconnected. From cosmic events that reshaped entire star systems to the instinctive existence of the tiniest life form, nothing truly existed in a vacuum. An individual makes a choice, but that choice ripples outwards and effects other individuals and helps shape their choices, even as the choices of other individuals shaped the first choice of the original person.

The prediction algorithms produced by Rik were some of the most accurate to ever exist, but even then they could only be relied upon for a given length of time. An algorithm was only as good as the data that was poured into it and Rik was not omnipotent. An ancient saying was that when a butterfly flapped its wings, the ripple of the event would cause a storm to brew on the opposite side of the planet; There was wisdom in this still, for one cannot know information that they do not have access too.

So while Rik's algorithms were able to predict where the unstable, massive wound in reality of a warp gate that was going to open within a 12,000 kilometer area and when within a 24 hour time period (from the reality side of things anyway), they could not reveal the origins or nature of the ship that was about to enter reality. They also could not accurately predict all the... side effects of its entry into reality either. There were a number of reasons why warp capable ships tended to favor entering realty near the edge of a system rather then within its border, one of which was the fact that opening a warp gate tended to cause utter insanity and blatantly supernatural things to happen around it.

The ship in question was going to tear open its exit gate much deeper into the Myster system then a sane pilot and navigator would allow. While the exit portal was far enough away that it wouldn't drag Pentious or any of the other celestial bodies in system into the warp or tear them apart trying (a fact that was a great relief in and of itself), it's proximity and sheer scale in size put them at risk due to the strain and weakening of reality that the tear caused around it. The unpredictable and chaotic nature of such phenomenon made predicting and preparing for the worst rather difficult to do, since the worst included the otherwise immutable laws of reality weakening, twisting into alien shapes or ceasing to apply completely.

So... they did what they could. They turned off and prepared to lock down what they could. Armed, medical and mechanical responder teams were organized and prepared to move in response to just about any emergency that could be literally dreamed of, because even the waking human imagination had its limits.

.............

Magos GC-118 was nervous. Normally she would have shoved the emotion away in its proper vault, but in this case she had needed to prioritize her larger anxieties that threatened her into a state of panic or inaction. By comparison, a degree of uncertainty and nerves seemed rather appropriate, given the situation. She was on call with one of the maintenance crews since it was felt that a Magos with hands on experience of experimental technology would be useful if things started to get really weird.

Her beloved was also on a response team, but unlike her Rik was by himself. The logic was sound; They were stretched somewhat thin in regards to qualified personnel and Myrmdon Uixien was not only a proven force to be reckoned with, but had the knowledge and skill sets to adapt to just about any role he needed to in order to deal with any situation that came up. Emotionally... she was worried about him. Yes, she knew that he could take care of himself (alongside anyone fortunate enough to be on a team with him), but emotions didn't have to be rational and a part of her didn't want him to be alone.

Before she could have a chance to fret about this any further, the ping of a message through the noosphere came to her attention. It was encoded heavily and her heart fluttered as she recognized the workmanship and the master behind it because it was their private channel. Unlocking it instantly at the speed of thought, she read the message within and felt the nerves ease their grip on her.

'My beloved GC, once things have stabilized enough that we don't need to be on call, I am going to take us both off duty for an hour so that we can spend some time together and unwind. I missed you and once reality isn't threatening to turn air into custard anymore, I'm going to take the time to remind you of how much you mean to me. I'll see you soon.'

The information made her feel warm inside and a smile grace her face under her hood. The fact that Rik was planning to take an hour to himself just to spend time with her once things had settled down enough to do so, despite how busy she knew he was... he knew how to make her feel special.

It took her a few minutes to properly formulate a reply that she found acceptable to send back, but excitement seemed to pulse through her as she did so.

'My beloved Rik, your message came at just the right time to perk up my spirit and steel me for whatever is to come. The thought of cuddling with you with something warm and flavorful to eat or drink after all this is over is making me slightly impatient for this whole mess to be over. I want you to look after yourself until we get to see other again.'

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious?

"This... is a dream, isn't it?" Rik softly asked his companion.

According to his senses, he was seated at a table in a technologically blessed kitchen/dinning room that possessed a window that looked over of a captivately beautiful city; Technological in all aspects, but also aesthetically pleasing and functional in a manner that required a degree of engineering and planning that few mortal minds were able to comprehend the logistics of. Rik could, and that knowledge made what he was witnessing all the more beautiful to his gaze.

"It is." Came the reply. It was a strange voice. In a world of modified voices boxes and vox channels, it still maintained that edge of artificial nature, but it also possessed an underlining humanity and emotion that even if the most advanced technology struggled with. He couldn't quite tell if it was a singular, non-gendered voice or if it was numerous voices speaking in unison... but it spoke again as it answered in a playful tone "But just because this is a dream, doesn't mean we can't enjoy the beauty of it."

Turning to look at his companion, Rik would never have been able to describe what he saw to anyone else. Not in a manner that they would truly be able to understand or mentally comprehend. He could try... and he would be able to pen countless books on the subject in a variety of styles and poises that would be considered masterworks of art and likely inspire countless artists both living and currently unborn for who knows how many generations...

But it would never do the original source the justice that it deserved. And it felt wrong to try and force it into shape with crude words.

"Who are you?"

"This is your dream. Who or what do you think I am?" was the rebuttal.

Rik was quiet for a moment, thinking about his answer before offering "I believe... that you are what I would picture the Omnissiah would look like if it was physically an entity."

There was a mirthful chuckle and a small clap as the figure answered "That is most likely the case. However, you are not having this conversation with yourself because you want someone able to discuss things on your actual intellectual level."

Rik opted not to acknowledge the statement, instead asking "And what reason is so grand that my sub-conscious mind feels the need to reach out and speak with me so bluntly like this?"

"You know what I'm trying to draw your attention to... at least on some level. You've seen the data and a part of you recognizes what it means, but your conscious mind hasn't quite processed it yet." There was a movement from the imagined Omnissiah, and suddenly several screens seemed to manifest in mid air, each one possessing data related to seemingly unconnected fields.

Overlooking the stream of data, Rik recognized them all as belonging to various reports and sensory data. On the surface, all of it was isolated and disconnected from each other; Individually they had been processed and factored into commands and plans, but now that it was all laid out in front of him all at once, Rik's deeper inspection started to draw... connections.

Without thinking about it, other screens processing historical data manifested as Rik recalled the reports about sensory information prior to the arrival of Waaagh Kracker'Laker's invasion Roks. There was a correspondence between the two events, but the differences were great as well. Pulling up further memories of Mechanicum data about warp transitions and jumps, Rik felt several emotions try to be felt all at once that were held back filters and emotional vaults. Despite the self control of both himself and his enhancements, a very human shiver went down his spine.

Something big was currently traveling into the system via the warp and it was in the process of forcing open a gateway into reality. The sensor data, when viewed in the light that something was trying to transition into real space, suggested that whatever it was seemed to be doing so in a manner akin to a warp jump capable ship but the rest of what it was telling him was... utter madness.

For starters, the sheer size of the warp exit being created was utterly insane; Compared to the list of known human and orkish ships on record, this thing dwarfed them by so much would have been ridiculous to consider a ship of such size existing under any other circumstance.

Compared to the data of what a controlled warp exit should have been like from human vessels and the information of what orkish ships leaving the warp were like, this gateway to the warp was going to be a chaotic, unstable hazardous mess of a thing that was a danger to whatever was leaving the warp and everything around it. He only had a rough idea of where it was going to appear and truthfully it seemed more like random chance then anything else that it wasn't going to manifest closer to Pentious then it already was...

...........................................................................

With a start, Rik awoke.

He was thankful that GC-118 seemed to have already awoken in order to attend to her duties, meaning his sudden start hadn't disturbed her. However, while some of the details of the dream were already starting to haze in the manner that dreams fade like fog in sunlight, he remembered enough to know that he needed to double check the historical data before he needed to plan a presentation.

Something was coming and they needed to be ready for it.

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

There was work that needed to be done. Even with the orkish infestation of Pentious having been declared officially over and the urge to celebrate that fact was understandably rampant, the disappointing reality was that on a world that was recently so torn by constant warfare for over a century there was simply too much important work that needed to be done for the continued sustained life of its surviving population for something as minor as a public celebration for a conflict that was older then most of the planets occupants coming to a victorious end.

Of those who had been alive before the Orks had come to Pentious, Rik only knew of one. Arch-Explorator Gifonadis Friedeg had been among the crew of the Expedition Fleet that landed on and colonized Pentious... and unlike his peers, Arch-Explorator Friedeg was seated right next to him.

Truthfully, Rik's feelings on the Arch-Explorator were somewhat mixed. There was a degree of reverence due to the fact that Arch-Explorator Friedeg was an elder who was truly deserving of the title; His age and experience seemed to give him a somewhat different aura then those promoted to leadership roles during the war with the Orks... a commanding presence that rested on him naturally in a manner that even Metasurgeon Uixien didn't quite match.

Not that he would ever suggest such a thing to his adopted mother, of course.

However, there seemed to be a deep sense of loss and loneliness from the Arch-Explorator that Rik felt he could only barely pick up on. The older man was suppressing such emotions heavily because it was something that he clearly didn't want to effect his work or be known to others, but also something that he couldn't quite bring himself to stop feeling on some level if the fact that Rik could detect it in his remaining body language was any indication.

Rik didn't wish to trespass upon such private concerns because he suspected that Arch-Explorator Friedeg was isolating and suppressing those feelings out of professionalism and clearly didn't intend for him to notice them... but Rik did make a mental note to see if he could organize to spend some time with the Arch-Explorator once the current meeting had drawn to a close. Some thoughts were allowed to consider ideas and projects for them to discuss and talk about as an excuse for such a future meeting, even as Rik focused on the data flowing for the current one.

The title of Myrmidax had been bestowed upon him a mere two days ago. Normally a title of such prestige and power would have been connected with a grandiose and elaborate ceremony, but the Myrmidon sub-cult had always been somewhat more pragmatic and practical then the other branches of the machine cult: The single handed, successful assault on Forge Delta was considered more then enough for the Myrmidons of Pentious to acknowledge Rik Uixien as the leader of their order, performing what was honestly a fairly humble ceremony to make the promotion official and ensure that the rest of Pentious knew about it.

This promotion entitled Rik to be a member of the Council of Pentious and thus a member of his homeworld's governing body. The fact that this made him the youngest person to ever ascend to the Council wasn't as impressive as it might have sounded through; The former youngest member had only been eight years older. Accelerated growth and maturity were things that were done during the war for Pentious in order to replace painful losses across the board. The methods weren't as advanced as the ones used in his body, but they still had gotten the job done.

As the newly founded Council of Pentious finished processing and discussing the logistics, progress and issues with meeting the power requirements of getting all of Pentious' forges online and operational, there was the slightest lull before the Speaker of the Chamber prompted "Myrmidax Uixien, there was a motion you wished to propose?"

Myrmidax stood, sending the data connected to his presentation to the devices of his fellow council members before he began his presentation. This was going to be a long one... but one that needed to be addressed. Both for security reasons and to help address some of the supply concerns in regards to materials that they couldn't get or produce on Pentious.

They needed to create a shipyard and once more sail the void of space.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Is he still alive?

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Efforts to purge the orkish infection of Pentious were going at a relatively smooth and timely pace. Or at least as smooth and timely as any effort to expunge the greenskins from a world in which they had managed to dig their fungi roots into could statistically go. The orks were naturally trying to fight back, but with the forges and their resources torn from their vile grip, the remaining brutes had suffered something of a degradation in regards to weapons and technology... which to orks, were largely the same thing.

This wasn't an overnight development and a fighting force less experienced with fighting orks could have easily missed the signs. First the more alien and exotic weapons that the orks could field started to disappear as they were being lost as their wielders were killed and destroyed, but not replaced. They were a rarity to begin with of course, but the lack of solders and wreckage torn apart from the inside out by an insane, teleported squig was largely considered an overall boon to morale.

Then the more advanced pieces of the orkish arsenal started to vanish from the field of battle. Battle Wagons had become a rarity after the death of Warboss Kracker'Lacker and the reclamation of the forges saw the only Orkish tribes who could build and maintain them disappear off the planet, their mechanical abominations torn apart and melted down to be purified of the xenos taint. The 'Killa Kan' also started to disappear from the field, alongside the variety of tanks that were both looted by the greenskins at some point or built by the brutes from scratch; Considering just how destroyed something needed to be before the orks couldn't rebuild it in some fashion as a war machine, even the raising paragon of Rik couldn't figure out what some of the captured ork armor had originally been.

Orkish 'Shootas' (because calling them either a gun or a firearm hurt the soul) remained a common sight on the battlefield, but due to the policy of assassinating high target orks such as the Mek Boys, an increasing number of greenskins were resorting to more primitive weapons to arm themselves. Most were melee in nature, through slings were not a strange sight... and after a number of injuries and deaths caused by the discover of just how effective and dangerous orks were when it came to lobbing rocks at something, became a factor calculated into battle plans.

The plans themselves were crafted and put into practice on the field with machine like efficiency and brutality. At this stage, emotion had to be tempered least the tunnel vision of hatred and rage allowed something to escape in the moment. But it was on the scale of the operation were the flames of righteous fury would be allowed to fuel the furnace. Every Ork. Every Gretchen. Every single misbegotten wretched creature that was apart of the orkoid fungi family tree in some fashion was hunted down, put to death and had their bodies destroyed with radiation and flame.

Once the physical creatures were gone, radiation and flame was turned on the planet of Pentious itself. Sector by sector, the planet was scourged of every last trace of the ork fungi or their wretched spores until a burned and slightly irradiated Pentious was purified of the xenos taint. It would be many years before terraforming attempts could be restarted as they had been before the orks arrived, but the delay was considered acceptable in the face of being free of future greenskin outbreaks.

When the final sector of Pentious was undergoing purification, every man, woman and child on the planet was allowed to listen in on the vox-call as completion of the operation was confirmed.

There was a silence that covered the whole planet afterwards. As if everyone believed, for just a moment, that they were sharing a collective dream. That the slightest noise or sudden movement would cause them all to wake up to the reality of yet another day fighting the long war... or worse, awaken to the nightmare that Warboss Kracker'Lacker was still alive and about to lead the final siege of Forge Alpha and that all they had seen and witnessed was just their mind torturing them with a beautiful but impossible what if.

When the dream didn't end and the reality dawned on them... the roar of jubilation echoed all the louder due to the silence that came before it.

Pentious was free of Orkish kind. Pentious was purely a human world, their world once more.

Their home was free. Their home was at peace. They were at peace.

That would change as all things did. But for this moment in their embattled lives, the people of Pentious didn't care what loomed in the future, for the present had given them a gift many never dared to consider possible for decades.

They had a future.

Palingenesia: A Modern Greek Gods Saga

If it's open, I would love to join.

I will admit, of the various major gods, I feel like Ares and Hephaestus might be the two who remained the most... awake? Aware? Industry and War were always rather closely tied to humanity after all.

I'm still debating characters but... Prometheus would be interesting.

KonQuest: a Mortal Kombat-inspired Martial Arts Fantasy RP

Konrad Nachtnebel

Kharacter Name:

Konrad Nachtnebel

Race/Species:
Formally Human, Currently undead.

Realm:
Originally from Earth Realm, but has spent a great deal of time in the Netherrealm.

Alignment:
Was Evil, is currently Good.

Faction:
Independent

Physical Description:
In his original mortal life, Konrad Nachtnebel was a 192 centimeter tall German special forces solder, with white skin, blond hair and blue eyes. Promoted as a living paragon of his nation and government, Konrad would spend over six years of his life fighting in some of the most brutal, bloody and merciless combat Earthrealm has ever seen against a wide variety of human enemies.

His resurrection into undeath and his countless years within the Netherrealm have changed Konrad in many ways, one of which was physical. His skin is now an unnatural, pallid gray, with cracks running throughout it that glow with the damned fire that has been seared into his soul. What was once rich blond hair has become a lifeless bone white and the blue eyes that were once admired now glow a sickly yellow. It is impossible for anyone who sees him to mistake him for a living person, for his unnatural state cannot be hidden.

Fighting Style(s):

S84/98 III Bayonet: The melee weapon of choice during Konrad's military career, he had such a connection to his Bayonet that it has followed him into death, readily summoned to his hand as easily as a taking a breath is for the living.

Mixed Boxing: As part of his physical training for the special forces, sports were generally apart of the program to both improve the physical condition of trainees, but also to promote comradery among the solders. Boxing was one such sport and Konrad was good at it. While the realities of war meant that pure boxing wasn't really an option on the battlefield, it served as a strong foundation, even more so when combined with tenants of Jujitsu.

Mixed Wrestling: Like boxing, wrestling was one of the sports that was encouraged for training purposes. Being on the taller side and having a lot of physical power, Konrad was unsurprisingly good at it. Like with boxing, the realities of the battlefield meant that pure wrestling didn't have a place, but it did serve as a good foundation for the combat form that developed.

Elemental Power:
The fires of the Netherrealm are apart of Konrad's being, merged with his very soul. While a source of pain and discomfort, it can also be used by him to achieve his goals.

Origins:

In life, Konrad Nachtnebel was born and raised in Germany during and after the First World War. He would grow up in a poor nation that was crippled by the loss of said war and the brutal sanctions and punishments that were forced upon it. Believing the narrative that German hadn't so much as lost the war as been sold out and betrayed from within, Konrad would prove to be an ideal candidate for the Waffen-SS and would serve in it from the start of the Second World War almost right to the end in 1945.

During those years, Konrad would fight on a number of different fronts against people of many different nationalities. He would also commit numerous war crimes against those people, believing zealously in the righteousness of the Nazi cause and the sub or inhumanity of those he was torturing and killing.

Konrad did not go quietly into death. Tasked with protecting one of the desperate attempts at Occultism by the leadership of the Third Reich at the final days of the war, Konrad's body would be found surrounded by the corpses of two special forces squads, appearing to have died due to having been struck by lightning during a freak storm that appeared over the site.

In death, Konrad's soul was sent to the Netherrealm. His damnation to that realm and the many, many years he would spend there served to inform him of just how mistaken he had been about the righteousness of the cause he had dedicated his life too. However, before the Fallen Elder God had taken over the Netherrealm, it had served other purposes beyond that of a prison for the evil and damned. Infinite in size, by chance Konrad found himself under the administrations of one of the realms original jailers... an entity that believed in the reformation of the soul once the evil had been painfully and brutally cleansed from it.

Instead of being used as a plaything or turned into a weapon, Konrad was instead subjected to the torturous pain of purification of his sins.

In truth, Konrad was just as surprised as anyone when he found himself brought back to life in Earthrealm... through the manner of that new 'life' was not what one would have naturally wanted. A human student of Shang Tsung, in a plot to create undead warriors from Earthrealm in order to bypass the rules of Mortal Kombat via having 'local agents' weaken and kill the realms defenders, would pull several such souls from the Netherrealm and grant them undead bodies.

However, in a cosmic twist of fate so strange that one cannot help but believe an Elder God had a hand to play in it, all the warriors that the sorcerer pulled from the Netherrealm had been under the care of the reformulation demons for some time. Long enough to acknowledge their wrongdoings and actively desire to be reformed. The sorcerer in question was also nowhere near as talented at magic as he believed himself to be and was very swiftly dispatched to the very realm he had been pulling souls from in the more traditional manner of going there.

Back on Earth but clearly changed by both the Netherrealm and the manner in which he was brought back, Konrad decided that he was going to dedicate whatever time he had on this plane of existence to trying to do good and prove, if only to himself, that his soul could be reformed and saved.

Values:
Redemption:
If there is one value that has been instilled in Konrad, it is the fact that no matter the sin, redemption is possible. It is not easy and the process is often painful... but if the desire to atone is earnest, it can be done.

Kindness:
Kindness is an... interesting value in Konrad's eyes. While many would view him as brutal and cruel in his fighting style and the state he might leave people, from his point of view he is doing them the greatest kindness of all: He is giving them the chance to rethink their lives and the path they are taking. He knows from personal experience the lengths required to make someone living an evil, twisted life question the beliefs that allow them to exist in such a state... and he earnestly wishes to spare them the Netherrealm, for most souls that go there aren't as lucky in who claims them as he himself was.

Valor:
Not everything from his living days were stripped away from him during his purification. While some misconceptions on what it meant to be valorous were corrected, the virtue of bravery and the desire to act to save others has remained largely intact.

Desires:

Atonement:
While Konrad knows that no amount of good deeds will prevent his return to the Netherrealm when his undead state is brought to an end, he does legitimately desire to show that his time there had inspired him to be a better person... even if the only person who cares is himself.

Justice:
It has to be stressed that Konrad believes in the power of redemption. That a person, no matter what they have done, should be given the opportunity to rethink their lives in order to change and become a better person. However, if they absolutely refuse to reconsider their dark path despite his efforts to enlighten them of what is to come, he has absolutely no issue with sending them to the Netherrealm as swiftly as possible.

NPCs:
Justin Arthur:
A former Australian solder who died during the Second World War, Justin's actions against the Japanese during the war resulted in him going to the Netherrealm where, much like Konrad, he found himself 'fortunate' enough to come under the tender mercies of a demon that wished to show him the error of his ways. He was also pulled from the Netherrealm at the same time as Konrad and, after slaying the evil bastard that tried to enslave them to kill the living, the pair opted to travel together because... well, it wasn't like they had anyone who would offer them a couch to sleep on if they parted ways.

Jane Doe:
A third 'redeemed' soul from the Netherrealm, Jane was there far longer then either Justin or Konrad. While they know that she is originally from Earth, they have no idea who she was in life, what era she's from or even what her name is due to the fact that she is completely mute and honestly doesn't seem to be aware of where she is most of the time. However, what they know for certain is that whatever or whomever she was, she is deadly when it comes to a combat situation. During the brief battle against the sorcerer that raised them in undeath, Jane personally killed five of his assistants/cultists without a word with brutal efficiency with a combination of her bare hands and improvised weaponry. Combat seems to be the only time she seems lucid.

Going to be honest: Raiden killed Konrad back in 1945. It wasn't anything personal against Konrad himself so much as Raiden needed to directly intervene due to the occultist site in question being too great a danger not to. The best way I could word what was happening at that site is 'Imagine a tribal human smacking an unexploded but armed thermonuclear warhead with a piece of flint repeatedly because they found that it made great fire starting sparks'. The kind of thing that Shang Tsung and Quan Chi would trick someone else into doing because being in the same realm as it is a terrible idea.

RWBY x Monster Hunter: Remergence

Work in progress

Name: George Saintly
Huntsmen Callsign: Spearmint Sovereign
Species: Faunus (Dragon)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Description:
George is a man with sun tanned white skin and vibrant fire red/blond hair. Standing at 6’5 feet tall, he is something of an imposing figure, rarely encountering those who are physically taller. Broad of shoulder, George physically looks the part of the ‘noble defender of mankind’ that huntsmen strive to be… with the exception of his eyes. George’s pupils are silted and green/golden, predatory reptilian in appearance and yet… more then just a mere lizard in origin.

George’s huntsmen attire is a modification on an old classic: Taking inspiration from medieval Fredia knight plate mail, the armour takes advantage of modern metalwork techniques and alloys to shield vital organs and limbs while reducing the weight of each individual plate respectively. It has also been modified with freedom of movement in mind (considering the enhanced abilities of huntsmen and aura, the reduction in defence of these joints is not a concern).

George carries a pair of weapon's with him: a trick lance called Slayer and a trick bladed glove called Claw.

Slayer is a lance in its base form… and in practice its primary function is to either be a deviating alpha strike or a heavy killing blow. Slayer’s ’transformation’ is that the lance part of the weapon can be disconnected, revealing the handle via which it is held to be a one handed war pick. Slayer’s disconnection process has two modes: the first is a simple twist of the wrist that disconnects the pair. The second outright launches the lance forward like a missile at speed.

Claw in its base form is an armoured gauntlet with retractable knife blades connected to the fingers, giving it a ‘claw’ like appearance and giving options for blunt, piercing and slashing damage. It also allows George to use the hand for tasks such as throwing dust grenades, which he keeps on his person in the field.

History:
(Leaving this blank for the time being due to wishing to know the world better)

Skills:

Semblance:

EDIT: I'm kind of interested in learning more about the world in general before I sit down and write a history.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

@Queen Arya

Should be.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Bob

Since Bob had voiced his concerns to Robin, the gentle giant focused on his cooking. Scrambled eggs didn’t take that long to cook after all… through the sheer bulk of what he was working with, it would still take a little while. Looking over his shoulder as he looked at his team leader and team mates, he tilted his head slightly as he asked “Somethin’ ma’ic afoot, Robin?”