A Lowly Wretch

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Al

Meanwhile in Japan, Tokyo Prefecture at 02:30 PM or so...

No matter where you go, there you are.

There Al stood, hands in his pockets looking over the field of heads out to the busy intersection. Steel structures towered overhead, vehicles lined up nose to tail down the paved streets. There were boards of all kinds and signs too, all written in a dialect foreign to him. More often than not their meanings were not lost on him however. Buy this, buy that! Come spend your money here! The words changed but the meaning remained.

Being in Japan Al stood over a foot taller than everyone for the most part. Standing out was something he was used to by this point. It's been a while since that fateful day he was attacked. It was as if in the eyes of the public he had suddenly transformed, like a veritable werewolf. They didn't fear him though. It wasn't like that. It was just... Different. Nomads were people who were apart from everyone else, different, So when Al became one suddenly the sheer stigma of the title clung to him.

Funny. He didn't feel different at all. He was still his dreary, listless self, still passing through life as though he hadn't really lived the things he did. No matter how people saw him he was still him.

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At this point he had long relinquished any meaningful attempt to grasp the ways of people around him. Traveling from country to country just to fight for some more money so he could afford to travel to another country, another fight. It was wearisome, something he did not care strongly for. Fighting was but a means to an end, that end being to find something, anything that could lead him back to those guys that attacked him in the first place. He had little stakes in the actual victories or losses he sustained along the way.

The lights turned red, bringing one cycle of traffic to a close to open way for another one. The walk signal came alight as well and the crowd he was standing in started walking their way across. Al crossed as well as his destination was just across the road. The Annual Japanese Championship, something that was the source of some stir as it had come in the relative wake of the events in Rio. Hosting another fighting tournament of a similar breed while the last big disaster was still on people's lips was a gutsy choice. Either that or there was more to this tournament than just entertainment for an audience. If there was something more to this he figured it was best if he showed. He'd of been kicking himself if he chose to sit this one out right as something of a lead reared it's ugly head out there.

Just as he was crossing he felt drops upon the back of his head, something light, less than a drizzle even. He looked up to make sure it wasn't something foul. Nothing, just a clear sky which seemed to start growing a little greyer as clouds started to gather. It was a little strange but nothing that bothered him too strongly. He just kept on forward, ignoring the slight bit of moisture which reached him.

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At last he finally made his way to the place in question. He had gotten lost a couple times just on the way from his hotel room to here. Not speaking the local language he mostly got by on land marks and a bit of dumb luck. The lobby looked very similar to any othe bustling local center, just thousands upon thousands of Japanese people walking to and fro. What seperated it from other places was the presence of unique characters, folks that were like him in that they didn't fit in with the crowd. They were all sorts, each sporting the gait of a fighter in their own sense.

Looks like this is the place He looked at the pamphlet in his hand. It presented a general blurb about the tournament as well as where to find it, luckily in a language he could read which was only one as he was not the most cultured sort. He walked up to the front desk which had a nice young Japanese lady sitting behind it.

"Er... This the fighting tournament thing?" His plain toned voice had a sound of uncertainty about it. That was largely due to the fact that he was uncertain.

"Yes, this is the Annual Japanese Championship. Tickets to the stadium are twenty three hundred yen." She answered him politely with a friendly smile.

"Tickets? Ah, no. I came to sign up as a fighter. A contestant, you know?"

"Oh. In that case you'll need to pay a twenty three thousand yen signup fee and sign these waivers."

"Twenty three thousand? Yikes, that's like, er, two hundred and thirty bucks."

Though the price for entry was high for folks like Al he had some money set aside from his last winnings to pay for his entry. After all this wasn't his first time getting shaken down by tournament registrars. Handing over the money he grabbed the waivers and took a seat over at the far end of the benches, away from any unwanted company by about at least a seat or two. Bracing the papers against his knee he gave them a quick read over before returning to the front desk. He would of signed them where he was sitting but he hadn't the forethought to bring a pencil or pen along so he had to use the desk one which was chained to the desk. It sure was the sign of a shitty world when people didn't even have enough common decency to not steal people's pens, resulting in these ridiculous pen protection measures.

After Al had signed and handed back the waivers they led him to a room where they ran down what he had brought and scanned him to make sure he hadn't brought anything that wasn't declared beforehand. Just the usual safety precautions these dubiously legal sports had to carry out to ensure the safety of people before they step into the ring. Once the contestants enter it seemed it was no holds barred, an outright blood sport where little wasn't allowed. At least, that's the impression it gave Al. He had little clue as to what was up with this one. He figured he'd have time to read the rules to tournament combat while he waited to be called up to fight.

After being given his number and told to wait for a while he made his way along when he spotted a coffee shop, something that drew his eye immediately. Set in the building that hosted the tournament was a plain old-fashioned cafe, not one of those creepy Japanese novelty cafes that Al avoided like the super plague. Stepping in he ordered a black coffee and took a seat at one of the round tables. When his coffee arrived he idly sipped it while he read a written copy of the tournament rules and regulations.

Sitting calmly, drinking coffee and reading something just to occupy his mind. This right there was the high point to his day. The rest was only going to get worse from there.

It always found a way.

No Hope, No Glory, No Problem - A No More Heroes RP

Omnivore

Meanwhile on the roof of the Bow and Arrow Theater...

On the roof of the building two men stood. The only light that shone came from the bulb just above the roof access door. It was otherwise mired in the darkness of night, far removed from the street lamps and the light of the theater itself. Both these men were dressed for a fine evening out, black suits and different colored bow ties for each. They bore masks like the sort people would find in a masquerade, ornate and concealing little more than the space around their eyes. In their hands they casually clutched m16's, their eyes searching out upon the edges of the roof top.

"Man, it sucks being stuck up on roof duty. There's jack shit to look at and it's dark as hell." The slightly taller man with the dull chestnut hair grunted in acknowledgement.

"Yeah. Didn't think coming into the assassination gig that this was how I'd be spending my nights."

"I get 'ya. Say, what rank are you at anyhow?" The shorter man with short spiked up platinum blonde hair asked the taller one.

"Six hundred and fifty two. Name's Dredger Douglas by the way." The shorter man nodded with interest.

"I'm six hundred and sixty six myself. Kill Grave's the name. Nice to meet you Doug." The shorter fellow who identified himself as Kill Grave stuck out a hand to shake with. The tall man gave him an odd look due to the name but reached over and shook his hand nonetheless.

"Nice to meet you too." The tall guy known as Dredger Douglas looked out across the thin hint of moonlight gracing their open and wide ward.

"Think this assassin that's supposed to be fighting the boss is even gonna come up to the roof?" Kill Grave let his gun hang loosely in his grip to the side as he went over to lean against the wall by the access door.

"Nah. Don't envy the guys down below if they do. The folks in the one hundred range and down get pretty downright weird. You heard about the guy hiring us right? Bloody psycho-kinesis or some bullshit."

"Yeah. It really leaves you wondering how on earth you're ever gonna get past the two hundred mark without something pretty major."

The air stood still for a couple moments. There was a thought nagging at Dredger's mind that he heard something as he just spoke. That thought manifested into a note of alarm as he turned only to see no one standing in the area where he last saw Kill Grave.

"Kill Grave?" The man's note was audably nervous, his gun now clutched tight in his grasp with his finger on the trigger as he slowly crept forward into the radius of the door light's glow where Kill Grave last stood. At the edge of his hearing he could faintly make out the sounds of wet splatters and a gun clattering to the floor. Before he could make his way around the extruding compartment that housed the stairs down a head fell into view, most likely lobbed to him as an underhanded toss from what he could deduce as it hit the ground and rolled past his feet. He could hear his heart beating within his own ears. Time seemed to run slow.

Taking his eyes from the man he was just previously sharing a conversation he was only able to momentarily glimpse a faint gleam of metal before a sudden flash pierced his eyes, both in the figurative and literal sense as the plasma blade ran directly through his skull, killing him instantly.

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Not long into her mission and Anny was already drenched in her first victim's blood. Having removed his head with her teeth she was splattered quite thoroughly in his life fluid. She was hunched over her first kill of the night's body, scooping a heap of his lower organs into her sizable metal maw.

Man is Rainbow Stakes ever a stupid name for a guy. I guess they'll be calling him Rainbow Steaks very soon since I'll cut him into country fried steak strips when I'm through with him. Even as she fed on the flesh of fallen assassin's of lesser rank she cared about them so little that they registered as little more than idle food for her.

Finished with her gory snack break she went over to the nearby ventilation system. She quietly pried the grate off from the opening with ease, her claws making short work of the screws that held it fast to the thin sheet metal. She climbed inside the entrance she created, slipping silently into the network of small tunnels that provided heating/air conditioning for the entire theater. Ordinarily it would be a bad idea for most to try and sneak in through there as the tunnels aren't meant to bear passangers. Most tunnels were only being large enough for a child to pass through, let alone traverse. Anne was no ordinary person however. Her small waifish form was narrow enough to let her pass into the tunnel works while both her claws and her tongues allowed for improved grip and vertical movement options not ordinarily available to most.

Most important of all was her enhanced audio and visual capabilities which allowed her see and listen to anyone outside the vents within her vicinity. Between this and peaking through the several grated openings in the vent shafts she was able to eventually located her first destination, the basement level entrance. Down below a lot of buildings were the guts of the facility. Things like heating, water and air conditioning required big machinery to handle, things like furnaces and other large unseemly installments which are best kept separate from the public. She had done her homework a few hours back and learned that this building, like many, did have a backup generator for those times when the power supply to the area goes down and they don't want everything to just go pitch black right off the bat. She planned to knock that out first. If she was going to deprive this building of power then making sure it didn't switch back on for a time was necessary.

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In an opening where nobody was walking the hall her vent led out into she quietly slipped out and approached the door barring her way to the downstairs level. It was locked but only by a mundane key based lock. It was a simple enough barrier for her to overcome, even when the job required the silent treatment. She extended a tongue against the lock, the metal claw shifting and working itself into shape enough proper to pick the door's lock. After about a minute of working the lock with her tongue claws there came that satisfying click, a familiar note that indicated her efforts were fruitful.

The door opened to a dimly lit brick stairwell, tiled stairs led down. Shutting the door behind her she proceeded to stab her middle finger into every light along the path as she proceeded down, plunging the path behind her in total darkness. She eventually arrived at her destination, the bowels of the theater itself. There the backup generator sat, unguarded for reasons likely owing to Rainbow's oversight during the arena planning phase. Carefully she confirmed the lack of cameras watching before getting to work.

She drove her claws into a side panel, pulling the battery right out of the side of the generator. Looking at her little prize like it was a tasty ham sandwich she fit the large battery into her mouth and bit down, her metal teeth cutting through it's metal casing like it was butter. Gooey battery acid poured from the open gash that was once the other half of the battery into her maw, Omnivore heartily swallowing the charged solution along with the pieces of the battery's casing. Tossing the remaining half of the battery into her mouth she swallowed hard, the powerful crusher inside her nanomechanical throat smooshing the sharp uneven metal into swallowable shapes with complete ease.

After her lovely dessert she slashed up the remains of the generator just to be thorough before turning and leaving back up the pitch black hall. It was quite easy for Anny to exfiltrate herself from the theater, coming back out the way she came in. Back up on the roof where the remains of one of her meals laid she set her eyes on the power lines feeding electricity to the building. Once that was cut everything would go black inside. Complete darkness, a fine curtain call to life. Eyes fixed on the lines she primed one of her tongues to cut the wires with a beam of plasma, standing atop the roof right over the room to the main stage where she presumed he would make his arena. Everything was ready to fall... Like dominoes.

Or like other things that fall, like apples from trees or deadly cyborgs from the ceiling. Dominoes are overrated.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Al is probably certain to be in Clouded. You can sign him up for there.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Al Denton

Al Denton

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⦋ 20 || American || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Standing at around 6'2" and weighing one hundred and eighty two pounds his guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow with lean but dense muscle. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not. His most identifying feature is his set of black fingerless gloves with blue straps.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

- Depressed.
- Pessimistic.
- Enduring.
- Serious.
- Shy.
- Caring.
- Principled.
- Always Thinking.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

History

From the beginning Allan's life was a hard one. He was raised an only son with only a mother to take care of him. From an early age his mother had to dedicate more time to the flower shop she ran in order to keep the family afloat. He only really ever saw his mother early in the morning before he went to school and even then she was much too busy to properly take care of him. He did everything himself since he was forced to take care of himself since his mother was simply too busy to help.

Life at school was no easier. Being as shy as he was he never really made any friends and many of the other students took great delight out of tormenting him as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to not fit in. He learned very little in the classrooms but out in the playground he learned to be hard, to be tough and to survive. Needless to say the days of his life when he was supposed to be enjoying life and having fun were spent in misery, fear and social isolation. Still, despite all the terrible things the people around did to him he vowed never to become like his tormentors.

Many years of this life he spent like this, resolute on trying not to become the scum of the earth which he had to endure the company of in the hallways and streets. It was at this point he started to realize he had strange powers he wasn't aware of. He went to the places he usually went when he wanted to be alone, places no one else typically went to such as abandoned junk piles, abandoned buildings and the sort. Outside the prying eyes of his peers he practiced, examining these strange new abilities he could now wield. In these places he practiced, testing the boundaries of his strength and improving them. Even with these new gifts he still continued on with life, keeping the power he wielded as a secret only he knew.

As he came of age he figured he needed to pick up a career in order to feed himself and afford rent. He managed to score a job as a security guard at a mall. It was by no means a highly prestigious position but they were willing to hire him and it beat working as a fry cook. What was nice was that since he picked up the night shifts he was often times the only guard on shift. He'd find areas away from the cameras and work out, testing his powers in secrecy while at work. It was also nice because during the day he had time to train in hand-to-hand fighting, an additional means of better controlling his strength. Of course he was definitely careful to make sure not to use any of his powers while training lest he end up revealing his secret.

One late night while Al was busy doing curls with a vending machine he heard a strange noise coming from down the hall. He set the large soda dispenser back against the wall and started walking towards the source of the noise. He approached a strange curio shop full of all sorts of unusual miscellanea, trinkets and the sort. Inside he could see three figures approaching the entrance. One set of footsteps was heavy and hard while another was accompanied with the rattling of a chain. The third was normal.

When the intruders stepped out he was in for a surprise. The first guy looked like the usual street punk with long ratty hair, dragging along a long heavy looking chain. The second guy looked like some sort of high end CEO type of fellow, complete with pitch black slicked back hair and a suit that looked like it cost more than Al's yearly pay multiplied by ten but more worryingly were his eyes which were blazing with fire. The third guy was the most surprising, a huge man covered from head to toe in a suit of chitinous stark black insectoid armor, a pair of glowing red eyes peering out from the open slot in what seemed to be partly a helmet and partly a growth fused to his black skin.

"What the..." Al was rightly at a loss for words upon stumbling upon this band of intruders. The serious man in a suit simply raised his hand, pointing straight at him.

"Take him out." The man with the burning eyes commanded. Al's body barely had time to even tense as the hulking man in chitinous armor lunged forward immediately upon hearing the order. With a fist easily as large as Al's own head he smashed him with a straight punch to the chest, sending him flying back with the sheer force he hit him with. Sailing through the air Al's body hit the mesh gate in front of the grocery store, tore a hole straight through it and continued through until he crashed into the side of a line of shelves.

"Huh. They usually break." The armored man remarked as he looked to where Al had landed. He was slumped in the crater his back left on the shelf, food items scattered about the floor. His whole chest throbbed with pain and his breathing was labored. Still, despite the tremendous force of the blow his rib cage remained intact. There was still fight in him yet as he struggled back to his feet, attempting to gather his bearings.

"Haha! Looks like this night just got interesting!" The one who held the chain jubilated, the thrill of the fight sending a chill of excitement as he surged forward, his chain slithering behind him. Swinging the chain forward the linked line of metal suddenly became a whole lot more animated, whipping out towards Al who was still staggering from the previous blow. The long chain cut through the metal mesh in front of the store like it was tissue paper, lashing out and wrapping around Al's torso. Al attempted to grab the chain but before he could attempt to seize it the seemingly living metal launched up, driving his head into the ceiling before it slammed him down into the floor. The whole ground shook at the impact, leaving an Al shaped hole in the floor.

This was bad. He was just being slung around like a toy doll by this greasy street punk, cackling as he manipulated the chain to his every whim. The chain's hold on him was powerful like the grip of a titan, even for one as strong as he. There was little way he was going to loosen it's grip on him, not that it was giving him any real opportunity to as it ran his head down the shelves along an entire aisle. Thinking fast as he was real tired of being smashed into things he caught a loose glass jar of salsa. As the man wielding the chain reeled him in for a real beat-down Al pitched the jar as hard as he could at the guy's head.

Crash! The jar connected, shattering from the force of the impact. With a short note of surprise and pain the punk's head whipped back. The chain lost all strength as the body slumped to the floor, knocked cold. Before Al could rise to his feet however the armored man rushed over, arms raised to deliver a haymaker.

Al rolled out of the path of the blow just in the nick of time, sending chips of flooring and concrete up at him like shrapnel. Even as thrashed as he was the sharp debris failed to pierce his rock hard skin. Without a moment's pause he scrambled to his feet and started running away, the insectoid ogre of a man giving chase. Though Al was light and strong the larger man held a lot of momentum and was gaining on him. Seconds from being caught he made a sudden right, turning down and aisle and taking off. The armored attacker had more difficulty turning on a dime like Al did, the distance between them growing.

Despite this gap he grew with so much aisle to travel down Al realized he wasn't going to make it to the end before his pursuer could get to him. In a snap decision of desperation he skidded to a halt before leaping at the heavy pugilist, both legs out in a double kick at the guy. While the kick connected the force only served to briefly halt the man while Al simply fell to the floor, on his back once more. To keep the chitinous bruiser from descending upon him he attempted to kick the foe back but he simply swept Al's legs aside and started raining blows upon him.

Al had his arms tucked in a tight guard but each hit landed with enough force to drive him through the ground, a little deeper with each punch. That was not to mention the fact that he felt like he was getting hit by a speeding car with each punch he took. He knew that simply defending only meant that he was going to get killed, plain and simple. With that in mind he seized the brief moment after a strike where the man wasn't hitting him and lowered his guard, reaching down and grabbing hold of the man's black chitinous ankles. With a swift yank Al pulled himself in between the man's legs, his head slipping right below a blow meant for his face. Now behind the guy he swiveled on his back, facing his feet at the assaulter's back plates. Pushing off from his back he kicked the man's rear end, sending him tipping over onto his face.

It was a window to act. He was succeeding much better than he initially felt, what with one attacker down and the other now open for retaliation. He could of run then but he decided to try his hand and fight back. Quickly pushing himself up onto his feet he was about to seize the opportunity to strike back when something caught his eye. Right in his arms reach on the shelves next to him were jars of peanut butter. Now this would not be an interesting fact under any regular circumstances but in this case it was pertinent since his foe was armored. The likes of this guy's chitinous shell might rebuff his fists however peanut butter would definitely find it's way through the cracks in his protection.

Just as the armored man was rising to his knees in the process of standing up he looked up only to see plastic case of peanut butter rapidly approaching his face. Before he could intercept the object with his hands Al drove it right into his face. The package was ripped apart upon the harsh edges of the foe's face plates, the gooey light brown paste splattering through the brow guards into his eyes. Al leaned back, dodging a fast swat at him as the blinded fighter roared in inarticulate offense. This was it, the time to lay down some revenge pummeling.

Only for everything to suddenly light up. A beam of concentrated fire, about as large as Al's own body, burnt a hole through each and almost every object in it's path. Were he some ordinary human he'd be little more than charred dust at this moment. Thanks to his phenomenal defense however the stream of fire only served to completely immolate him, the heat blistering his skin.

This whole time the man with the burning eyes had been following his every move, watching him even through the many shelves and other obstacles. This was why they needed him, because once he sees someone he can always see where they are. The ability to incinerate all that he sees with fire was simply a pleasant side benefit.

At this point the man in armor was not important. The man with the chain nor even the man in the suit were important. The only thing that was important was the fire. He needed to put it out, nothing else at that moment mattered to him. Quite nearly flailing in agony Al ran for the nearest freezer and jumped into it, not even bothering to open the door as he simply crashed through the glass pane. Once inside he grabbed several buckets of ice cream and pressed them flat against himself, dousing the flames in ice cold cream. Once the worst of the fires were quelled he looked out to assess the situation.

The guy with the chain was starting to come out from his brief bout of unconsciousness and the armored man was still busy trying and failing to clear the peanut butter from his eyes since the chitinous plates around his fingers were too large to fit in his eye slot. The man in the suit however was still looking straight at him, the flames in his eyes growing with intensity. This wasn't a fight he was going to win. Even if he tried to stop the man in the suit from immolating him all over again the man with the chain was going to be rejoining the fight shortly and the armored man not long after him. Seeing no clear victory to be had he decided to take this momentary recess to escape.

Leaping from the freezer Al ran for the exit. Like a rabbit in pursuit his heart was beating rapidly as the adrenaline carried him forward, keeping him moving and holding back every sense that was pushing at the gates of his awareness to tell him he should stop moving and collapse. He bolted through the exit, tripping the silent alarm to the building as a result. This did not keep him however as he kept running, not pausing until his legs were on the verge of giving out beneath him. After the panic that gripped him had faded fatigue filled the void it had left, leaving Al with little other choice than to collapse into the nearest dumpster, resting upon bags of garbage until he was able to fight through the pain he was in and find the strength to dial a cab.

As the man with the chain's vision stopped spinning he held his head which throbbed with pain, looking about for the guard that dealt him the blow only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the man running through the exit. Before he could chase however the man in the suit extended an arm, holding him back.

"Hey, we just letting him go alive-like just like that?" The punk complained, the chain in his hands itching to coil around Al's throat and crush the life out of him.

"No. More formidable foes are on route to here. We have the stone, we need to leave. Now."

The two wanted to finish what they started with the lone security guard however neither one were going to disobey the words of their leader. Waiting only long enough for the man in armor to rinse the peanut butter from his face plates they fled the scene before their opposition could close on the situation. Aside from failing to kill a witness their crime went mostly without error. This was not the last time Al was going to see them however.

He recovered quickly after the incident. By the time he was home he felt fine despite suffering injuries that would of left most people hospitalized for months. He discovered he could use his power for more than just taking hits and dealing them out. He could also heal damage suffered simply by concentrating on recovering, hence his state upon returning home.

Despite keeping his powers hidden all this time he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was made especially clear when investigators interviewed him regarding footage of the encounter. Given how he was on shift when the damage occured he was guaranteed to be out of his job. Luckily the information regarding the more supernatural aspects were kept from the public. The police records were confiscated by government agents for review from higher agencies.

After all that Al figured if he couldn't live a normal life he might as well become a nomad. At least then he might have the free time to try and find the guys who attacked him and figure out what that was all about.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

It's quite evident that Al's not highly trained. While he's not bad off in Thai Boxing he's no master, not even a black belt. As such his style is largely characterized as simple. He throws jabs, hooks, straight kicks, roundhouse kicks, knee strikes and elbow strikes. His defense is fairly tight though, able to block or avoid most shots thrown at him using a healthy combination of arm & leg blocks with moving in and out of specific attack ranges. He likes to play it safe and stick outside of his opponent's range until his foe closes the distance at which point he moves in close, keeping up his defense while throwing out powerful short ranged strikes. If his opponent chooses to keep poking at him from afar he'll try and close the distance, tanking whatever blows come his way as he attempts to cross the attack threshold. Despite his lack of techniques he's quite adaptable, able to use his opponent's weaknesses and the environment to his advantage when possible.

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Al is a nephilim, born of a human mother and an angel. As a result his ki is quite substantial, complete with benefits straight from his divine half. The most substantial feature of his is the nature of his ki. His ki's affinity is Internal so while inside him it's substantially more abundant and powerful whereas it quickly dwindles when used for external purposes. He possesses an internal reservoir which replenishes at an extraordinary rate, allowing him to recharge his ki from nearly empty to fully charged in the span of five minutes. This ki rejuvenation is constant, replenishing like a never ending stream born from within.

This ki is born of the divine so it is limited to holy effects. Given it's affinity he's mostly locked to effects which only effect him, the closer the better.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Divine Might |Toggleable|]

[Al is able to boost his strength to superhuman levels, allowing him to bring a speeding bus to a dead stop with the right footing. This power is spread through his entire body, making him stronger all throughout himself. This power is only at it's strongest unarmed however. Using a weapon reduces the force of it's impact as a result of his strength by half, decreasing from there in proportion to the length of the weapon. The maximum force to length ratio begins at a small knife and simply shrinks further for longer weapons. Almost nothing Al wields impacts harder than his fists, feet, knees, elbows, head or just him in general. Thrown objects will still maintain the full force born from the use of his strength however since throwing something does not count as making it an extension to himself, thus the ki never leaves his body which allows it to maintain full potency.

This power drains a steady amount of ki while active, only slightly less than the amount he passively rejuvenates. He can choose to relinquish his strength and regain it at will nigh instantaneously. In addition when this power is used against demonic subjects or things with demonic energy present in or upon them the effects of this power are doubled. Furthermore this power infuses his attacks with a spiritual ki which can effect intangible foes such as ghosts and other phantasmal entities so long as they possess a soul. The ki infusing his strength interacts with the soul as physical matter would with the flesh.]

■ [Divine Protection |Reactive|]

[Upon taking damage Al's ki will harden around the area harmed, turning his flesh and bone into reactive armor. His flesh becomes as hard as steel while still maintaining it's organic flexibility and his bone becomes as solid as high carbon substances such as diamonds or cubic zirconias. Unlike Divine Might Al can conduct a lesser portion of this power to others through touch. Al must remain in physical contact with the subject in order to continue channeling his ki through them and as such the protection will end immediately upon loss of contact. In addition the protection is only half as effective for the recipient than it is for him.

This power requires no manual activation, only spending ki upon shielding against damage. The amount of ki spent upon activation is proportionate to the amount of damage received, up to the limit of damage it's hardness can endure. In addition when this power opposes anything demonic or containing demonic energy it will only spend half as much ki to shield against the damage as it would for a regular attack. Furthermore this power will defend against spirits and other phantasmal foes in possession of a soul as if they were solid.]

■ [Divine Healing |Channeled|]

[Al's most notable ability, the power to heal wounds and purify ailments at a relatively rapid rate. At will he can focus his ki, spurring it to begin restoring his body to it's predetermined state as according to the blueprint of his soul. If we were to simplify the sum of a human's health and condition into an all-encompassing percentage his healing would restore 0.33% of his health per second. Along with wounds of the mundane variety this healing also slowly purifies him of poisons, diseases and any other ailment afflicting him from within. Even magical afflictions such as curses and hexes as well as any other effect placed directly upon him are eventually removed within the span of time it takes for Al to fully heal. If something alters his memories however the process of restoring his mind might leave him with selective amnesia as it will purge the altered memories along with whatever else is influencing him.

If any part of Al is removed and later placed back against where it was taken it will become usable again when his healing is able to restore connections to the nervous system. If the part has been separate from his body for long enough it will take longer since his healing will need to mend the affects of time upon the missing part. There is a point where if a part of him has been removed for a long enough period of time it is no longer possible for his healing to restore it. It would be faster to simply generate a replacement part by that point anyways.

In order to heal Al must focus in order to channel his ki. During the channeling Al may move about but he cannot divert his thoughts from the process of healing. Thus, Al cannot concentrate on what his opponent is doing nor can he focus on what he's going to do against his opponent. Though blocking and dodging might be feasible while healing fighting back is simply out of the question for the duration of the channeling. Al cannot have Divine Might and Divine Healing active at the same time. While Al can activate and deactivate Divine Healing at will upon cancelling the channel Al will be unable to activate Divine Might for about five seconds.

This power drains a steady amount of ki while active at a rate which is just slightly more than the amount he passively rejuvenates. Al can conduct this power to others through maintained direct physical contact. For others the healing occurs at half it's speed and costs double the amount of ki to heal the same amount of damage and/or afflictions. In addition this power holds no benefit for subjects with demonic energy present within them as the ki will damage them for as much as it heals them.]

■ [Divine Flight |Passive|]

[Al possesses the ability to fly at will. He is currently unaware of this ability however. At first he will begin to understand that he can make himself lighter at will, allowing him to jump greater and greater distances until he eventually is able to cease falling altogether. With training he will learn how to direct his motion in midair until he attains a finer degree of control over his aerial movements.

This power is technically always active but can be consciously suppressed if needed. The power costs slightly less ki than roughly a quarter of the rate at which he rejuvenates it.]

SUPER MOVES
He has none currently available to him.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Al's biggest weakness is his relative lack of training. He's competent in Thai Boxing but that's about it. While his innate angelic powers more than make up for his lack of experience in combat their nature is bent more towards healing and defense, leaving him quite lacking in diversity when it comes time to attack. All he has to throw at his opponents are unarmed strikes and whatever his creativity can come up with at the moment.

Due to his ki's innate nature being limited strictly to his body his ability to fight at a range is nearly non-existant. He makes up for it largely by closing the distance between him and his opponent however he can. While he might have versatile mobility if he's unable to reach his opponent he'll be at a significant disadvantage.

As for his defense he's vulnerable to being pressured for extended periods without rest. Given even a brief reprieve he can recuperate a great deal but when forced to use multiple powers all at once or simply hit with an onslaught of attacks for his defense to soak he'll start to run out of ki. When he runs completely out ki not only do all his powers deactivate but he also passes out for about a minute since his stamina is directly tied to his ki. This leaves him completely vulnerable for that amount of time.

Lastly there are instances where he'll be reluctant to fight back. He'd much rather avoid hurting women and children even if by not doing so he puts himself and others in danger.

OTHER

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Al drinks hot sauce. Claims the pain keeps him grounded.

Win Quotes (Not bound by circumstance).

Vs Jonas: "Don't quit your day job. Or do. I don't give a damn. You suck."

Vs Aldous: "You better start looking for your skull 'cause I kicked it... like, really far away or whatever."

Vs Verga: "Was fighting really necessary? I don't think either of us are winners."

Vs Margot: "Sorry about the sword. You did keep trying to stab me with it."

Vs Otsana: "Sorry about the guns. You did keep trying to shoot me with them."

Vs Klara: "That was a good match. I prefer sparring personally. It's less stressful."

Vs Vindani: "Snake?... Lady?... Look, no offense but just keep things simple and stick to being a lady okay?"

Vs Camila: "Look, I'm sorry for the suit but I'm not the one who started dropping missiles on me."

Vs Calvin: "Frost mojo or not, winding up that long left you wide open."

Vs Emmanuel: "Decent boxing. You are really lacking in kicks though."

Vs Rod: "Next time you choose to piss me off I'll leave that stick of yours jammed where the sun don't shine."

Vs SYM-04: "Like stepping on a really large bug."

Vs Ivory: "At least they're just robots, right?"

Vs Rosie: "I swear if you ever test my patience like that again I'll break your legs and make you watch as I punch holes in all of your so-called `art`."

Vs Seshat: "If you couldn't beat me with three types of armor you should try mastering one first. I'm no master myself."

Vs Jill: "Sorry about the bike. Need a hand gathering up it's remains?"

Vs Inanna: "I don't feel like wasting my time here while you keep trying to lightly bruise me to death. Get outta here."

Vs Karliah: "You fought well..." Al looks down at his hands and sighs with despair.

Vs Yeong-Suk: "It must be nice to feel like you're fighting for a real purpose."

Vs Lucie: "Sorry about the guns. Guess your group or whatever will have to shill out for some new ones."

Vs Callistrophus: "You must really be in your element, laying face down in the dirt."

Vs Aleksandr: "You leave your face open, you get punched in the face. Simple as that."

Vs Akhlut: "I swear the things out to punch me keep getting larger and uglier."

Vs Mori: "Gee, I sure am a big mighty hero for beating up an overgrown pixie..." Al sighs.

Vs Fafnir: "At least this time the fire didn't completely incinerate my clothes. Just most of it."

Vs Bec: "You can run and you can hide but I'll break your fingers if you start throwing up lasers at me again."

Vs Brown: "You fought well. Try not to hurt yourself too much next time. Here, take a jacket."

Vs Makoto: "Your punches smart but I'm used to getting hit. You shouldn't exhaust yourself."

Vs Amadeo: "Ooo, big boy using daggers and poison to win his fights. Damn moron."

Vs Vikkar: "Go back to whatever museum you crawled out of you hunk of dated trash."

Vs Adrian: "I guess your hat really does suck."

Vs Himself: "I do this every moment of every day. Don't think for a moment that I would've hesitated."

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@Savo - A hearty thanks for the approval. With that being the third I shall move Al over to the Characters tab immediately. I look forward to discussing the future with you, as well as roleplaying with you all.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@redbaron1234 - Awesome. All I need is one more approval and that'll make three.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@redbaron1234 - It's basically my explanation for how he can have flesh as tough as steel without it rendering him an immobile statue or an actual robot. So yes, in practical terms he has high defense. I can downgrade the material comparisons a level if his current defensive stat seems a little high.

@KaiserElectric - I'm quite happy to hear. I do look forward to roleplaying alongside you all if and when I'm accepted. I've had plenty of reading thanks to these interesting bunch of characters.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@KaiserElectric - I was just thinking since after I implemented the changes asked I changed the healing ability but I forgot to tag you in my last post with the updated version of Al. I'm curious to know your thoughts on the power I put in place of the one that was there when you approved Al. Do you think it's a suitable replacement for the original power?

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@Savo@redbaron1234 - Here's Al, now with the fixes asked for implemented. I changed his healing a bit to hopefully better represent the changes requested of it. The Version 2 tag is temporary, it won't be staying should the sheet be accepted.

Al Denton (Version 2)

Al Denton

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⦋ 20 || American || Male ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Standing at around 6'2" and weighing one hundred and eighty two pounds his guy is sort of a tall lanky fellow with lean but dense muscle. He stands with a forward slouch and generally dresses down, his aim more for comfort than style. As a matter of fact he tries not to stand out by generally wearing plainer colors such as black, grey and white. Overall people who know him would describe him as a rather miserable looking guy. He rarely smiles and he keeps his eyes mostly down to the floor more often than not. His most identifying feature is his set of black fingerless gloves with blue straps.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

- Depressed.
- Pessimistic.
- Enduring.
- Serious.
- Shy.
- Caring.
- Principled.
- Always Thinking.

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

History

From the beginning Allan's life was a hard one. He was raised an only son with only a mother to take care of him. From an early age his mother had to dedicate more time to the flower shop she ran in order to keep the family afloat. He only really ever saw his mother early in the morning before he went to school and even then she was much too busy to properly take care of him. He did everything himself since he was forced to take care of himself since his mother was simply too busy to help.

Life at school was no easier. Being as shy as he was he never really made any friends and many of the other students took great delight out of tormenting him as well as anyone else who was unlucky enough to not fit in. He learned very little in the classrooms but out in the playground he learned to be hard, to be tough and to survive. Needless to say the days of his life when he was supposed to be enjoying life and having fun were spent in misery, fear and social isolation. Still, despite all the terrible things the people around did to him he vowed never to become like his tormentors.

Many years of this life he spent like this, resolute on trying not to become the scum of the earth which he had to endure the company of in the hallways and streets. It was at this point he started to realize he had strange powers he wasn't aware of. He went to the places he usually went when he wanted to be alone, places no one else typically went to such as abandoned junk piles, abandoned buildings and the sort. Outside the prying eyes of his peers he practiced, examining these strange new abilities he could now wield. In these places he practiced, testing the boundaries of his strength and improving them. Even with these new gifts he still continued on with life, keeping the power he wielded as a secret only he knew.

As he came of age he figured he needed to pick up a career in order to feed himself and afford rent. He managed to score a job as a security guard at a mall. It was by no means a highly prestigious position but they were willing to hire him and it beat working as a fry cook. What was nice was that since he picked up the night shifts he was often times the only guard on shift. He'd find areas away from the cameras and work out, testing his powers in secrecy while at work. It was also nice because during the day he had time to train in hand-to-hand fighting, an additional means of better controlling his strength. Of course he was definitely careful to make sure not to use any of his powers while training lest he end up revealing his secret.

One late night while Al was busy doing curls with a vending machine he heard a strange noise coming from down the hall. He set the large soda dispenser back against the wall and started walking towards the source of the noise. He approached a strange curio shop full of all sorts of unusual miscellanea, trinkets and the sort. Inside he could see three figures approaching the entrance. One set of footsteps was heavy and hard while another was accompanied with the rattling of a chain. The third was normal.

When the intruders stepped out he was in for a surprise. The first guy looked like the usual street punk with long ratty hair, dragging along a long heavy looking chain. The second guy looked like some sort of high end CEO type of fellow, complete with pitch black slicked back hair and a suit that looked like it cost more than Al's yearly pay multiplied by ten but more worryingly were his eyes which were blazing with fire. The third guy was the most surprising, a huge man covered from head to toe in a suit of chitinous stark black insectoid armor, a pair of glowing red eyes peering out from the open slot in what seemed to be partly a helmet and partly a growth fused to his black skin.

"What the..." Al was rightly at a loss for words upon stumbling upon this band of intruders. The serious man in a suit simply raised his hand, pointing straight at him.

"Take him out." The man with the burning eyes commanded. Al's body barely had time to even tense as the hulking man in chitinous armor lunged forward immediately upon hearing the order. With a fist easily as large as Al's own head he smashed him with a straight punch to the chest, sending him flying back with the sheer force he hit him with. Sailing through the air Al's body hit the mesh gate in front of the grocery store, tore a hole straight through it and continued through until he crashed into the side of a line of shelves.

"Huh. They usually break." The armored man remarked as he looked to where Al had landed. He was slumped in the crater his back left on the shelf, food items scattered about the floor. His whole chest throbbed with pain and his breathing was labored. Still, despite the tremendous force of the blow his rib cage remained intact. There was still fight in him yet as he struggled back to his feet, attempting to gather his bearings.

"Haha! Looks like this night just got interesting!" The one who held the chain jubilated, the thrill of the fight sending a chill of excitement as he surged forward, his chain slithering behind him. Swinging the chain forward the linked line of metal suddenly became a whole lot more animated, whipping out towards Al who was still staggering from the previous blow. The long chain cut through the metal mesh in front of the store like it was tissue paper, lashing out and wrapping around Al's torso. Al attempted to grab the chain but before he could attempt to seize it the seemingly living metal launched up, driving his head into the ceiling before it slammed him down into the floor. The whole ground shook at the impact, leaving an Al shaped hole in the floor.

This was bad. He was just being slung around like a toy doll by this greasy street punk, cackling as he manipulated the chain to his every whim. The chain's hold on him was powerful like the grip of a titan, even for one as strong as he. There was little way he was going to loosen it's grip on him, not that it was giving him any real opportunity to as it ran his head down the shelves along an entire aisle. Thinking fast as he was real tired of being smashed into things he caught a loose glass jar of salsa. As the man wielding the chain reeled him in for a real beat-down Al pitched the jar as hard as he could at the guy's head.

Crash! The jar connected, shattering from the force of the impact. With a short note of surprise and pain the punk's head whipped back. The chain lost all strength as the body slumped to the floor, knocked cold. Before Al could rise to his feet however the armored man rushed over, arms raised to deliver a haymaker.

Al rolled out of the path of the blow just in the nick of time, sending chips of flooring and concrete up at him like shrapnel. Even as thrashed as he was the sharp debris failed to pierce his rock hard skin. Without a moment's pause he scrambled to his feet and started running away, the insectoid ogre of a man giving chase. Though Al was light and strong the larger man held a lot of momentum and was gaining on him. Seconds from being caught he made a sudden right, turning down and aisle and taking off. The armored attacker had more difficulty turning on a dime like Al did, the distance between them growing.

Despite this gap he grew with so much aisle to travel down Al realized he wasn't going to make it to the end before his pursuer could get to him. In a snap decision of desperation he skidded to a halt before leaping at the heavy pugilist, both legs out in a double kick at the guy. While the kick connected the force only served to briefly halt the man while Al simply fell to the floor, on his back once more. To keep the chitinous bruiser from descending upon him he attempted to kick the foe back but he simply swept Al's legs aside and started raining blows upon him.

Al had his arms tucked in a tight guard but each hit landed with enough force to drive him through the ground, a little deeper with each punch. That was not to mention the fact that he felt like he was getting hit by a speeding car with each punch he took. He knew that simply defending only meant that he was going to get killed, plain and simple. With that in mind he seized the brief moment after a strike where the man wasn't hitting him and lowered his guard, reaching down and grabbing hold of the man's black chitinous ankles. With a swift yank Al pulled himself in between the man's legs, his head slipping right below a blow meant for his face. Now behind the guy he swiveled on his back, facing his feet at the assaulter's back plates. Pushing off from his back he kicked the man's rear end, sending him tipping over onto his face.

It was a window to act. He was succeeding much better than he initially felt, what with one attacker down and the other now open for retaliation. He could of run then but he decided to try his hand and fight back. Quickly pushing himself up onto his feet he was about to seize the opportunity to strike back when something caught his eye. Right in his arms reach on the shelves next to him were jars of peanut butter. Now this would not be an interesting fact under any regular circumstances but in this case it was pertinent since his foe was armored. The likes of this guy's chitinous shell might rebuff his fists however peanut butter would definitely find it's way through the cracks in his protection.

Just as the armored man was rising to his knees in the process of standing up he looked up only to see plastic case of peanut butter rapidly approaching his face. Before he could intercept the object with his hands Al drove it right into his face. The package was ripped apart upon the harsh edges of the foe's face plates, the gooey light brown paste splattering through the brow guards into his eyes. Al leaned back, dodging a fast swat at him as the blinded fighter roared in inarticulate offense. This was it, the time to lay down some revenge pummeling.

Only for everything to suddenly light up. A beam of concentrated fire, about as large as Al's own body, burnt a hole through each and almost every object in it's path. Were he some ordinary human he'd be little more than charred dust at this moment. Thanks to his phenomenal defense however the stream of fire only served to completely immolate him, the heat blistering his skin.

This whole time the man with the burning eyes had been following his every move, watching him even through the many shelves and other obstacles. This was why they needed him, because once he sees someone he can always see where they are. The ability to incinerate all that he sees with fire was simply a pleasant side benefit.

At this point the man in armor was not important. The man with the chain nor even the man in the suit were important. The only thing that was important was the fire. He needed to put it out, nothing else at that moment mattered to him. Quite nearly flailing in agony Al ran for the nearest freezer and jumped into it, not even bothering to open the door as he simply crashed through the glass pane. Once inside he grabbed several buckets of ice cream and pressed them flat against himself, dousing the flames in ice cold cream. Once the worst of the fires were quelled he looked out to assess the situation.

The guy with the chain was starting to come out from his brief bout of unconsciousness and the armored man was still busy trying and failing to clear the peanut butter from his eyes since the chitinous plates around his fingers were too large to fit in his eye slot. The man in the suit however was still looking straight at him, the flames in his eyes growing with intensity. This wasn't a fight he was going to win. Even if he tried to stop the man in the suit from immolating him all over again the man with the chain was going to be rejoining the fight shortly and the armored man not long after him. Seeing no clear victory to be had he decided to take this momentary recess to escape.

Leaping from the freezer Al ran for the exit. Like a rabbit in pursuit his heart was beating rapidly as the adrenaline carried him forward, keeping him moving and holding back every sense that was pushing at the gates of his awareness to tell him he should stop moving and collapse. He bolted through the exit, tripping the silent alarm to the building as a result. This did not keep him however as he kept running, not pausing until his legs were on the verge of giving out beneath him. After the panic that gripped him had faded fatigue filled the void it had left, leaving Al with little other choice than to collapse into the nearest dumpster, resting upon bags of garbage until he was able to fight through the pain he was in and find the strength to dial a cab.

As the man with the chain's vision stopped spinning he held his head which throbbed with pain, looking about for the guard that dealt him the blow only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the man running through the exit. Before he could chase however the man in the suit extended an arm, holding him back.

"Hey, we just letting him go alive-like just like that?" The punk complained, the chain in his hands itching to coil around Al's throat and crush the life out of him.

"No. More formidable foes are on route to here. We have the stone, we need to leave. Now."

The two wanted to finish what they started with the lone security guard however neither one were going to disobey the words of their leader. Waiting only long enough for the man in armor to rinse the peanut butter from his face plates they fled the scene before their opposition could close on the situation. Aside from failing to kill a witness their crime went mostly without error. This was not the last time Al was going to see them however.

He recovered quickly after the incident. By the time he was home he felt fine despite suffering injuries that would of left most people hospitalized for months. He discovered he could use his power for more than just taking hits and dealing them out. He could also heal damage suffered simply by concentrating on recovering, hence his state upon returning home.

Despite keeping his powers hidden all this time he knew that hiding was no longer an option. This was made especially clear when investigators interviewed him regarding footage of the encounter. Given how he was on shift when the damage occured he was guaranteed to be out of his job. Luckily the information regarding the more supernatural aspects were kept from the public. The police records were confiscated by government agents for review from higher agencies.

After all that Al figured if he couldn't live a normal life he might as well become a nomad. At least then he might have the free time to try and find the guys who attacked him and figure out what that was all about.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

It's quite evident that Al's not highly trained. While he's not bad off in Thai Boxing he's no master, not even a black belt. As such his style is largely characterized as simple. He throws jabs, hooks, straight kicks, roundhouse kicks, knee strikes and elbow strikes. His defense is fairly tight though, able to block or avoid most shots thrown at him using a healthy combination of arm & leg blocks with moving in and out of specific attack ranges. He likes to play it safe and stick outside of his opponent's range until his foe closes the distance at which point he moves in close, keeping up his defense while throwing out powerful short ranged strikes. If his opponent chooses to keep poking at him from afar he'll try and close the distance, tanking whatever blows come his way as he attempts to cross the attack threshold. Despite his lack of techniques he's quite adaptable, able to use his opponent's weaknesses and the environment to his advantage when possible.

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Al is a nephilim, born of a human mother and an angel. As a result his ki is quite substantial, complete with benefits straight from his divine half. The most substantial feature of his is the nature of his ki. His ki's affinity is Internal so while inside him it's substantially more abundant and powerful whereas it quickly dwindles when used for external purposes. He possesses an internal reservoir which replenishes at an extraordinary rate, allowing him to recharge his ki from nearly empty to fully charged in the span of five minutes. This ki rejuvenation is constant, replenishing like a never ending stream born from within.

This ki is born of the divine so it is limited to holy effects. Given it's affinity he's mostly locked to effects which only effect him, the closer the better.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ [Divine Might |Toggleable|]

[Al is able to boost his strength to superhuman levels, allowing him to bring a speeding bus to a dead stop with the right footing. This power is spread through his entire body, making him stronger all throughout himself. This power is only at it's strongest unarmed however. Using a weapon reduces the force of it's impact as a result of his strength by half, decreasing from there in proportion to the length of the weapon. The maximum force to length ratio begins at a small knife and simply shrinks further for longer weapons. Almost nothing Al wields impacts harder than his fists, feet, knees, elbows, head or just him in general. Thrown objects will still maintain the full force born from the use of his strength however since throwing something does not count as making it an extension to himself, thus the ki never leaves his body which allows it to maintain full potency.

This power drains a steady amount of ki while active, only slightly less than the amount he passively rejuvenates. He can choose to relinquish his strength and regain it at will nigh instantaneously. In addition when this power is used against demonic subjects or things with demonic energy present in or upon them the effects of this power are doubled. Furthermore this power infuses his attacks with a spiritual ki which can effect intangible foes such as ghosts and other phantasmal entities so long as they possess a soul. The ki infusing his strength interacts with the soul as physical matter would with the flesh.]

■ [Divine Protection |Reactive|]

[Upon taking damage Al's ki will harden around the area harmed, turning his flesh and bone into reactive armor. His flesh becomes as hard as steel while still maintaining it's organic flexibility and his bone becomes as solid as high carbon substances such as diamonds or cubic zirconias. Unlike Divine Might Al can conduct a lesser portion of this power to others through touch. Al must remain in physical contact with the subject in order to continue channeling his ki through them and as such the protection will end immediately upon loss of contact. In addition the protection is only half as effective for the recipient than it is for him.

This power requires no manual activation, only spending ki upon shielding against damage. The amount of ki spent upon activation is proportionate to the amount of damage received, up to the limit of damage it's hardness can endure. In addition when this power opposes anything demonic or containing demonic energy it will only spend half as much ki to shield against the damage as it would for a regular attack. Furthermore this power will defend against spirits and other phantasmal foes in possession of a soul as if they were solid.]

■ [Divine Healing |Channeled|]

[Al's most notable ability, the power to heal wounds and purify ailments at a relatively rapid rate. At will he can focus his ki, spurring it to begin restoring his body to it's predetermined state as according to the blueprint of his soul. If we were to simplify the sum of a human's health and condition into an all-encompassing percentage his healing would restore 0.33% of his health per second. Along with wounds of the mundane variety this healing also slowly purifies him of poisons, diseases and any other ailment afflicting him from within. Even magical afflictions such as curses and hexes as well as any other effect placed directly upon him are eventually removed within the span of time it takes for Al to fully heal. If something alters his memories however the process of restoring his mind might leave him with selective amnesia as it will purge the altered memories along with whatever else is influencing him.

If any part of Al is removed and later placed back against where it was taken it will become usable again when his healing is able to restore connections to the nervous system. If the part has been separate from his body for long enough it will take longer since his healing will need to mend the affects of time upon the missing part. There is a point where if a part of him has been removed for a long enough period of time it is no longer possible for his healing to restore it. It would be faster to simply generate a replacement part by that point anyways.

In order to heal Al must focus in order to channel his ki. During the channeling Al may move about but he cannot divert his thoughts from the process of healing. Thus, Al cannot concentrate on what his opponent is doing nor can he focus on what he's going to do against his opponent. Though blocking and dodging might be feasible while healing fighting back is simply out of the question for the duration of the channeling. Al cannot have Divine Might and Divine Healing active at the same time. While Al can activate and deactivate Divine Healing at will upon cancelling the channel Al will be unable to activate Divine Might for about five seconds.

This power drains a steady amount of ki while active at a rate which is just slightly more than the amount he passively rejuvenates. Al can conduct this power to others through maintained direct physical contact. For others the healing occurs at half it's speed and costs double the amount of ki to heal the same amount of damage and/or afflictions. In addition this power holds no benefit for subjects with demonic energy present within them as the ki will damage them for as much as it heals them.]

■ [Divine Flight |Passive|]

[Al possesses the ability to fly at will. He is currently unaware of this ability however. At first he will begin to understand that he can make himself lighter at will, allowing him to jump greater and greater distances until he eventually is able to cease falling altogether. With training he will learn how to direct his motion in midair until he attains a finer degree of control over his aerial movements.

This power is technically always active but can be consciously suppressed if needed. The power costs slightly less ki than roughly a quarter of the rate at which he rejuvenates it.]

SUPER MOVES
He has none currently available to him.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Al's biggest weakness is his relative lack of training. He's competent in Thai Boxing but that's about it. While his innate angelic powers more than make up for his lack of experience in combat their nature is bent more towards healing and defense, leaving him quite lacking in diversity when it comes time to attack. All he has to throw at his opponents are unarmed strikes and whatever his creativity can come up with at the moment.

Due to his ki's innate nature being limited strictly to his body his ability to fight at a range is nearly non-existant. He makes up for it largely by closing the distance between him and his opponent however he can. While he might have versatile mobility if he's unable to reach his opponent he'll be at a significant disadvantage.

As for his defense he's vulnerable to being pressured for extended periods without rest. Given even a brief reprieve he can recuperate a great deal but when forced to use multiple powers all at once or simply hit with an onslaught of attacks for his defense to soak he'll start to run out of ki. When he runs completely out ki not only do all his powers deactivate but he also passes out for about a minute since his stamina is directly tied to his ki. This leaves him completely vulnerable for that amount of time.

Lastly there are instances where he'll be reluctant to fight back. He'd much rather avoid hurting women and children even if by not doing so he puts himself and others in danger.

OTHER

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Al drinks hot sauce. Claims the pain keeps him grounded.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

@redbaron1234 - Excellent advice. I'm working on the formatting and moving of the powers right as I write this (Perhaps not EXACTLY as I write this but the idea remains).

Given both your and Savo's advice I'm thinking I should put Al's second iteration up with my proposed alteration to his healing. From what you described the changes that I'll be making to his healing should cover that particular change request quite well, or at least I hope so.

I'll be back shortly with a slightly different Al, his CS hopefully cleaned up to spec.