Blandman

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay)[Mature]

Haven't had a good Warhammer Fantasy RP for a long time. Time to dust off some old characters me thinks.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

Also present. Just wanted to give others a chance to react first. I shall return to lurking.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

It had been such a nice occasion. Two new people, which was always a pleasant surprise. He'd watched with keen interest as Lucas rummaged through their belongings, something which Nick himself had gone through as well. He still didn't really understand the power all too well, but it was pretty well in any case. And that's when the girl, Thumper, had given them the warning of an in-coming mob. The man was off in an instant, bowling into the nearest vehicle and quickly donning his own unique outfit. If he was quick enough he could get out there and maybe disrupt the in-coming goons before they arrived, take a few of them in the wrong direction. But he had clearly underestimated just how close the attackers were. Even as he threw on his bomber jacket Nick heard it. Gun fire. Screams. All hell breaking loose.

"No," he muttered, bolting out of his makeshift changing room just in time to see the carnage begin to unfold with a ruthless swiftness. Through the continuing downpour Nick watched as a large group of angry citizens crashed into their convoy, a number of Hypes getting cut down in the initial onslaught. They hadn't stood a chance. And he hadn't been fast enough.

"NO!"

Nick's legs moved before his brain had time to think. Fuelled by a sudden and violent rage, Nick exhibited a feat of acceleration which was impressive even for him. Rain pelted against his goggles as he tore a tent pole from its place in the ground and in one smooth movement hurled it Olympic-javelin-style straight into the windscreen of an on-coming pickup. It was thrown at such a speed that the first thing the driver knew about it was when it cut through the glass and dug into his flesh, pinning the man against his seat. The pain, being surely immense, caused the man to wail in pain, quickly losing control of his vehicle and crashing into a nearby car of the convoy. Those who had been in the back of the pick-up were quickly scattered, either being thrown over the side or across the top of the roof.

But Nick was already onto his next targets, going hell for leather across the grounds of the plantation toward a group of gunmen. They were too caught up in their orgy of bullets to notice their fast-approaching assailant. Suddenly one of them was hammered into, their jaw bone noticeably cracking under the impact as Nick threw a devastatingly rapid punch. As their comrade slowly dropped to their ground, the other two yobs turned to their latest victim and laid their eyes upon the strangely dressed man, the American flag baseball helmet an easily recognizable feature. They would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that the man was upon them before they could even swing their guns up. Putting his hand on the wrist of the local, Nick then proceeded to deliver a karate-chop blow to his elbow joint, creating a satisfying crunch. Although this all happened extremely fast, normal human reaction time was enough to allow the third assailant to bring his shotgun to bear and even to pull the trigger. Nick turned to face what he thought must surely be his own brutal end. His life didn't flash before his eyes or anything. No, all he felt was a jolt of fear shake through him.

Then a green wave suddenly enveloped the buckshot, crunching the whole thing and stopping it a few inches short of his chest. Both Hype and human stood dumbfounded, before the newly formed ball of lead was thrown back at the man's face, knocking him out cold. If Nick was a religious man, he'd say it was divine intervention, but he knew that he had a nearby fellow Hype to thank. He'd have to seek them out later. But for now, the man with the broken arm was still groaning, though a swift kick to the face from the speedster soon put an end to that.

His near-death experience had allowed Nick a brief moment of respite. Looking here and there quickly he noticed that the Hyperhumans were falling back, and though every enraged bone in his body was telling him to go and punch more faces, the man knew he had to help with the retreat. In this moment of calm he managed to spy Lucas on his knees, hands over his head. Fortunately Thumper was right there with him, and though he wanted to go and help someone who'd been nicer to him than most others, Nick knew there were those who were potentially wounded and needed the help now. So with that he sped over to a group of Hypes taking cover, trying their best to stay out of the firefight. Crouching down with them, he gave what he hoped was a reassuring nod.

"Anyone here hurt?" he shouted over the crackle of guns.

"Angie got shot up pretty bad, I don't think she can walk," one of them answered, a young boy, not much older than eighteen. The girl, Angie, looked pale and was bleeding from her left leg.

Nick wasn't the strongest of people, but he could at least carry her on her back quicker than anyone else. With some help he got Angie onto his back as carefully as possible, and with a perhaps inappropriate salute set off again, accelerating a bit slower due to the added weight, but still faster than anyone else could hope. With bullets and tazers whizzing here and there, Nick did his best to use as much cover as he could before getting to one of the convoy's vehicles which was far enough away from the fighting to be considered safe-ish. Settling Angie into one of the vehicles, Nick got the attention of a another nearby convoy-member and instructed them on the basics of putting pressure on a wound, though honestly it was all just stuff he had seen in the movies.

"Stay here, there'll be more Hypes coming soon," he stood back up at full height "I've got to get back out there."

And with that he was off again, darting through the disarray of vehicles and bodies.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

I'm alive and formulating a post. I'm sure you can all rest easy now knowing that. You're welcome.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

-The Most Annoying Fellow Passanger-

-Nick Turner-

Have you ever had one of those when you've been forced to sit in a cramped mini-bus, where you're full of so much pent up energy that the very thought of having to sit still for another sevensixfivefour seconds is driving you absolutely bat crazy but there's nothing you can do because apparently running through a swamp is a bad idea? No? Well Nick Turner has. Now Nick is a nice guy, and sometimes his big goofy smile which is forever smacked onto his face can give the impression that he's an imbecile, but he most certainly is not. Nick knows how unendingly annoying it is for others to be around him in a confined space due to the very simple fact that he just won't stay still. Ever. If he's not hammering away at his knees like a drum kit, his feet are furiously tapping away at the floor. If he's not doing that he's constantly doing mini-air punches for hours on end. Have you ever tried sleeping while someone is absent-mindedly shaking your chair with their feet and hands? Probably, but then that person is usually about eighteen years younger than Nick and quickly told off.

So as you can understand everyone in the immediate area were relieved when Nick was asleep. Or at least they were at first, until they realized that he thrashed about manically in his sleep and spoke audibly through the whole thing. Luckily he could barely sleep for more than hour before waking up with a jolt. And it was towards the end of one such sleep that Nick suddenly arose from with a loud 'whoop' and a random fist pump, which came dangerously close to clattering the head of the person in front of him...again. The young man looked around sheepishly at the others, but they were really really really all past the point of listening to his apologies. Then he suddenly noticed that the convoy ahead was pulling to the side indicating that they were finally coming to a blissful halt. Nick's eyes went wider than any puppy's you've ever seen, and he was already excitedly raising from his seat before they'd even come to a full stop.

"Alright guys, here we are. Point B-" but before the driver could even finish Nick had flung open the side door and leapt outside.

The man didn't seem to take a blind bit of notice of the torrential downpour currently assailing them. Whereas others found rain to be a downer, Nick saw it was 'refreshing' and 'invigorating'. Snapping his head side to side to quickly take in their new temporary home, he set out to do what he'd been waiting to do all day. Run. Now Nick had been forbidden to use his ability without the express permission of Tarvos, so he couldn't quite cut loose and fly like the wind, but even just being able to take a nice simple and relaxing jog (otherwise known as a sprint to others) was a great relief. In fact it had become part of Nick's routine ever since he'd joined the convoy not too long after they'd left Maine. Which means people have had to suffer through his friendly, well-intentioned, but sometimes unbearably annoying, upbeat mood for over two weeks now.

So as others set to work, Nick set off on his daily run, doing laps around the perimeter of the camp. Restricted to a mere athletes sprinting pace the man felt as if each lap was taking him ages, but it still felt good. The rain hitting his face felt like a refreshing wash after being in that glorified sardine can of a mini-bus. As he did his rounds Nick shouted out a friendly 'Hello', 'Hey' or 'Howdy' to anyone he came into close proximity to, adding on a name to anyone he knew a little better. And the whole time one big grin was on his face, taking in water and flies without a care in the world, such was his elation at being able to run.

One about his thirteenth lap Nick noticed someone emerging from the swamp with a rather bedraggled looking guy slung over their shoulder. On his sixteenth lap he noticed that the person had started to gather the attention of quite a few members of their convoy. When his twenty-first lap came around he noticed that Tarvos had arrived on the scene and had his weapon close at hand. And you don't run in front of Tarvos when he's got a weapon ready. So Nick decided it would be sensible to come to a stop at that point, quickly slowing himself down and coming to a complete halt a few meters behind and to the right of the convoy leader. His clothes were drenched and his trousers practically covered in mud, but Nick was too curious to go away. Looking the person up and down he noted how cool their outfit was. Not at cool as his, of course, but still. Something told him, however, that now was probably not the best time to bring it up.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

| NAME(S): |Nicholas Turner

| NICKNAME(S): | Nick, Turnip, The Star Spangled Speedster (a name he insists on using but which has no chance of catching on)

| D.O.B.: | 25/09/1992

| AGE: | 23

| SEX: | Male

| SEXUALITY: | Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE: | Standing at a perfectly sensible 5'10", Nick seems to be one of those people who's constantly smiling, whether it's a big cheeky grin or just a sly cock of the mouth. In fact it can be pretty annoying. Physically he's nothing to write home about, appearing to be quite thin, yet this appearance does a disservice to the great athletic shape that Nick is in. His hair seems to be permanently stuck up one way or another despite all attempts by gravity to bring it back down.

When being just his plain old normal self, Nick sports a blue-checked shirt, with a light grey t-shirt underneath, tatty old blue jeans and brown trainers. hen 'suited-up', however, he dons a pale green flight suit, an old fashioned bomber jacket, a cream flight scarf, a set of ski goggles and a baseball helmet sporting a stars and stripes pattern, as well as gloves and pads on his knees and elbows.

| GENUS: | Homo-Virium

| CLASSIFICATION: | MERCURY

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: | Nicholas is fast. Really fast. Able to do 0-60mph in 8 seconds and reaching a maximum speed (as far as he's aware) of 213mph, Nick likes to consider himself the fastest human alive until proven otherwise. This abnormal acceleration extends to punches, kicks and other movements, giving Nick's attacks more power than otherwise expected.

This super-natural speed also extends to his reactions. Able to snatch an arrow from mid-air and dodge most blows from slow-mos (his name for non-super fast people), Nick's heightened reaction time is almost a necessity for him to be able to travel at such high speeds without crashing horribly into an unexpected object or person.


Limitations: Although Nick can accelerate to amazing speeds, he needs time to build up any kind of real pace, being subjected to the same forces of air friction as everything else. In total it probably takes him just under a minute to reach his current maximum speed.

Whilst Nick is extremely fit, he is also as susceptible as anyone else to fatigue and exhaustion. His current level of fitness could be compared with a 400m sprinter, and he's always trying to improve.

Though he can turn corners quicker than most cars or motorcycles, Nick still needs to slow down enough to do so, and needs to take steps to counter the effects of G-Force, hence the use of a flight suit to assist in this and prevent his blood circulation from being negatively impacted by the fast corners he takes.

Weaknesses: The speeds that Nick travels at are a constant strain on his body, and though he has gradually started to adapt over time, he is still causing havoc to his muscles every time he runs at any great speed, causing them to tear quite badly on a number of occasions. Such feats of speed also put a massive strain on his completely normal human heart, meaning he has to take care not to have a cardiac arrest.

Nick's ability also requires him to consume vast amounts of food in order to replace the massive energy he expends on running. This goes hand-in-hand with the fact that Nick simply cannot stay still for very long, always needing to burn off energy because of his ability. He can become so restless that he can't sleep, and if made to stay still for too long he starts to shake violently. He's never been allowed to stay still too long for fear of what might happen.

| BACKSTORY: | Born to a loving mother (Kathryn) and father (William) in Chicago, Illinois, Nicholas was provided with a safe and happy childhood along with an older brother and sister. Being the baby of the family, Nick was always protected the most, even by his older siblings...sometimes. His father was an all-round real American hero, a fighter pilot for the US Air Force, a star athlete during his days at school and a great believer in trying your best at everything. And like many young boys Nick was desperate to emulate his father. Though he always had to spend long bouts away from home during tours, Nicholas was always extremely excited to see his father when he returned. In the mean time his mother worked as a bank manager nearby, so they had a pretty comfortable life to say the least.

Being an enthusiastic and easy-going kid, Nick made friends easily at school and had a natural way to put people at ease with his genuine manner. His honesty could sometimes turn into bluntness, but it was very rare for Nick to intentionally hurt someone's feelings.

From a young age Nick had always loved to run. Day in day out he'd go charging around the playground and then do the same when at home. So naturally when he went into High School the young speedster joined the track and field team, already able to beat kids two grades above him in the sprint. He always competed in the championships, and always seemed to win. He looked set to be a future Olympic star. Until, aged 15, Nick went fast during a race. Too fast. In the 400m sprint he set off at a blitzing pace and accelerated so quickly that he had finished the race before any of the others were even halfway around. Rather than cheers the field suddenly fell into a state of silence. Confused and scared at what had just happened, Nick ran off before anyone could approach him, and just as before he set off faster than was humanly possible.

Later on his father found him sitting in the park which they had visited frequently. Nick was still visibly shaken, but his father didn't seem fazed at all. After convincing Nicholas to come home. About a week after (with Nick staying off of school), an unexpected visitor arrived. Someone from an institute called the Pacific Royal Collegiate and University. After a long discussion, it was agreed that Nick should attend for his own safety, and to help him develop his new strange abilities.

For over 6 years Nick honed his skills and trained like he'd never trained before, gradually developing his ability. Although people sometimes found his constantly upbeat personality a little grating, Nick made a good network of friends, whilst staying in contact with all his family back home as often as he could. It took a while to settle in properly, but eventually Nick felt happy at PRCU. He felt like he was really fitting in and that he could push himself to his limits.

And it was here where Nick was located when the whole fiasco with Kowalski kicked off, not too long before Nick was meant to graduate once and for all from PRCU. Forced out of PRCU with everyone else, Nick was lost for what to do. So the natural thing was to return home. But having being ousted as a Hype, it became abundantly clear that he was just causing an unnecessary risk to his family. Without telling them he one day took as much as he could, including one of his dad's older flight suits, and left his home for good.

Not one to stay idle, Nick travelled across the country a lot, laying low and picking up the odd jobs here and there. But something in him always compelled Nick to try and help those around him, and he couldn't help but get involved in issues which weren't his own. He'd only be able to stay in one place for a few weeks or so before getting involved in local affairs, donning his ridiculous outfit and going out to tackle crime himself, despite all the PRCU training and lectures which had been given about the harm which vigilantism could do. But Nick simply couldn't help himself. If he couldn't use his powers to help others, then what was the point?

After a year and a half of this, Nick caught word of a group of similarly outcast Hyperhumans slowly gathering together. Desperate to be amongst those whom he could identify with and feel safe around, Nick set off as fast as he could. Arriving a couple of weeks ago, he has been acting as an unofficial scout for the group and checking that the road ahead is all safe and clear.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |Nick is always striving to be better, faster and braver. He's constantly terrified that one day that he'll be too slow or too late to save someone he cares about. Having never lost anyone that he loves, Nick is desperate to make sure it doesn't happen if he can help it.

| REFERENCE POST(S): |
roleplayerguild.com/posts/1394749
roleplayerguild.com/posts/937789
roleplayerguild.com/posts/455158

| NOTES: | Nick has a tendency to unnecessarily salute with two fingers in casual situations.
Still does his best to call home as often as possible to catch up with everything at home.
Favourite pizza topping is another pizza. But also meatballs.

VIGILANCE: Sanctuary

Am I late? I think I'm late. I'll pop this here anyway.

| NAME(S): |Nicholas Turner

| NICKNAME(S): | Nick, Turnip, The Star Spangled Speedster (a name he insists on using but which has no chance of catching on)

| D.O.B.: | 25/09/1992

| AGE: | 23

| SEX: | Male

| SEXUALITY: | Heterosexual

| APPEARANCE: | Standing at a perfectly sensible 5'10", Nick seems to be one of those people who's constantly smiling, whether it's a big cheeky grin or just a sly cock of the mouth. In fact it can be pretty annoying. Physically he's nothing to write home about, appearing to be quite thin, yet this appearance does a disservice to the great athletic shape that Nick is in. His hair seems to be permanently stuck up one way or another despite all attempts by gravity to bring it back down.

When being just his plain old normal self, Nick sports a blue-checked shirt, with a light grey t-shirt underneath, tatty old blue jeans and brown trainers. hen 'suited-up', however, he dons a pale green flight suit, an old fashioned bomber jacket, a cream flight scarf, a set of ski goggles and a baseball helmet sporting a stars and stripes pattern, as well as gloves and pads on his knees and elbows.

| GENUS: | Homo-Virium

| CLASSIFICATION: | MERCURY

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: | Nicholas is fast. Really fast. Able to do 0-60mph in 8 seconds and reaching a maximum speed (as far as he's aware) of 213mph, Nick likes to consider himself the fastest human alive until proven otherwise. This abnormal acceleration extends to punches, kicks and other movements, giving Nick's attacks more power than otherwise expected.

This super-natural speed also extends to his reactions. Able to snatch an arrow from mid-air and dodge most blows from slow-mos (his name for non-super fast people), Nick's heightened reaction time is almost a necessity for him to be able to travel at such high speeds without crashing horribly into an unexpected object or person.

Limitations: Although Nick can accelerate to amazing speeds, he needs time to build up any kind of real pace, being subjected to the same forces of air friction as everything else. In total it probably takes him just under a minute to reach his current maximum speed.

Whilst Nick is extremely fit, he is also as susceptible as anyone else to fatigue and exhaustion. His current level of fitness could be compared with a 400m sprinter, and he's always trying to improve.

Though he can turn corners quicker than most cars or motorcycles, Nick still needs to slow down enough to do so, and needs to take steps to counter the effects of G-Force, hence the use of a flight suit to assist in this and prevent his blood circulation from being negatively impacted by the fast corners he takes.

Weaknesses: The speeds that Nick travels at are a constant strain on his body, and though he has gradually started to adapt over time, he is still causing havoc to his muscles every time he runs at any great speed, causing them to tear quite badly on a number of occasions. Such feats of speed also put a massive strain on his completely normal human heart, meaning he has to take care not to have a cardiac arrest.

Nick's ability also requires him to consume vast amounts of food in order to replace the massive energy he expends on running. This goes hand-in-hand with the fact that Nick simply cannot stay still for very long, always needing to burn off energy because of his ability. He can become so restless that he can't sleep, and if made to stay still for too long he starts to shake violently. He's never been allowed to stay still too long for fear of what might happen.

| BACKSTORY: | Born to a loving mother (Kathryn) and father (William) in Chicago, Illinois, Nicholas was provided with a safe and happy childhood along with an older brother and sister. Being the baby of the family, Nick was always protected the most, even by his older siblings...sometimes. His father was an all-round real American hero, a fighter pilot for the US Air Force, a star athlete during his days at school and a great believer in trying your best at everything. And like many young boys Nick was desperate to emulate his father. Though he always had to spend long bouts away from home during tours, Nicholas was always extremely excited to see his father when he returned. In the mean time his mother worked as a bank manager nearby, so they had a pretty comfortable life to say the least.

Being an enthusiastic and easy-going kid, Nick made friends easily at school and had a natural way to put people at ease with his genuine manner. His honesty could sometimes turn into bluntness, but it was very rare for Nick to intentionally hurt someone's feelings.

From a young age Nick had always loved to run. Day in day out he'd go charging around the playground and then do the same when at home. So naturally when he went into High School the young speedster joined the track and field team, already able to beat kids two grades above him in the sprint. He always competed in the championships, and always seemed to win. He looked set to be a future Olympic star. Until, aged 15, Nick went fast during a race. Too fast. In the 400m sprint he set off at a blitzing pace and accelerated so quickly that he had finished the race before any of the others were even halfway around. Rather than cheers the field suddenly fell into a state of silence. Confused and scared at what had just happened, Nick ran off before anyone could approach him, and just as before he set off faster than was humanly possible.

Later on his father found him sitting in the park which they had visited frequently. Nick was still visibly shaken, but his father didn't seem fazed at all. After convincing Nicholas to come home. About a week after (with Nick staying off of school), an unexpected visitor arrived. Someone from an institute called the Pacific Royal Collegiate and University. After a long discussion, it was agreed that Nick should attend for his own safety, and to help him develop his new strange abilities.

For over 6 years Nick honed his skills and trained like he'd never trained before, gradually developing his ability. Although people sometimes found his constantly upbeat personality a little grating, Nick made a good network of friends, whilst staying in contact with all his family back home as often as he could. It took a while to settle in properly, but eventually Nick felt happy at PRCU. He felt like he was really fitting in and that he could push himself to his limits.

And it was here where Nick was located when the whole fiasco with Kowalski kicked off, not too long before Nick was meant to graduate once and for all from PRCU. Forced out of PRCU with everyone else, Nick was lost for what to do. So the natural thing was to return home. But having being ousted as a Hype, it became abundantly clear that he was just causing an unnecessary risk to his family. Without telling them he one day took as much as he could, including one of his dad's older flight suits, and left his home for good.

Not one to stay idle, Nick travelled across the country a lot, laying low and picking up the odd jobs here and there. But something in him always compelled Nick to try and help those around him, and he couldn't help but get involved in issues which weren't his own. He'd only be able to stay in one place for a few weeks or so before getting involved in local affairs, donning his ridiculous outfit and going out to tackle crime himself, despite all the PRCU training and lectures which had been given about the harm which vigilantism could do. But Nick simply couldn't help himself. If he couldn't use his powers to help others, then what was the point?

After a year and a half of this, Nick caught word of a group of similarly outcast Hyperhumans slowly gathering together. Desperate to be amongst those whom he could identify with and feel safe around, Nick set off as fast as he could. Arriving a couple of weeks ago, he has been acting as an unofficial scout for the group and checking that the road ahead is all safe and clear.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |Nick is always striving to be better, faster and braver. He's constantly terrified that one day that he'll be too slow or too late to save someone he cares about. Having never lost anyone that he loves, Nick is desperate to make sure it doesn't happen if he can help it.

| REFERENCE POST(S): |
roleplayerguild.com/posts/1394749
roleplayerguild.com/posts/937789
roleplayerguild.com/posts/455158

| NOTES: | Nick has a tendency to unnecessarily salute with two fingers in casual situations.
Still does his best to call home as often as possible to catch up with everything at home.
Favourite pizza topping is another pizza. But also meatballs.

Twenty Seconds to Sundown

Hey Exmouth. How's it going Exmouth? Nice post Exmouth!

On an unrelated note, anyone ever been to Exmouth?

The king is dead, long live the king!

I'll just put my interest down here safely.

Black Dawn [Interest Check]

Colour me interested...wait, does this mean The Network is after me now?!