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The Heroes of Righteousness: A Samurai Jack Universe RP

@Mr Rage@rocketrobie2@Skull@pyroman@GrueslayerYou're all welcome to post a response to my most recent IC post. Let's keep this thing rolling.

The Heroes of Righteousness: A Samurai Jack Universe RP

When the table thrown by the Lone Warrior came flying towards the bounty hunters, the Cyborg extended the retractable blade on his arm, and sliced the table in two. As the Warrior came charging towards him, the Cyborg quickly locked blades with him, engaging in a duel with the mummified relic of the past, the Cyborg's attacks focusing more on his enhanced strength and speed than any concept of finesse or martial prowess.

When the two shots from Sam's gun rang out, and the chandelier began to crash down, the lizardman and the human in high-tech armor lept away from the falling mass of metal and glass. The Lizardman quickly drew his pistols, firing one at Sam, and the other in the direction of Nicky, trying to provide some sort of covering fire.

The unarmed human in the high-tech armor was aware of Urshok as he came charging after him, quickly summoning a shaft of light within the palm of his hand, the light quickly taking the shape of a longsword, and parrying Urshok's blade. On the human's left arm formed a similar shield of light, and he quickly took to engaging Urshok in melee combat, his skill and proficiency a stark contrast to the brute force of his Cyborg compatriot.

As the combat ensued, many of the bar patrons fled the scene, either not wanting to risk their lives in such a combat, or wanting to escape lest the bounty hunters target them for their crimes as well. In a matter of moments, the only people within the building besides those involved in the brawl were the owner hiding behind the counter, a handful of the serving staff cowering in various corners and under tables, and a smattering of patrons either too brave or too stupid to flee.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

I@BCTheEntityMy bad, misread and thought there was still more than one. I'll fix it.

Are We the Bad Guys? - A WH40k RP [Mature]

When the Power Armored Marine stepped up to Joran's group, he was left somewhat speechless. The massive figure unlike anything he, and much of the others, had ever seen before. Gripping his lasgun tightly, Joran simply watched as the massive figure was suddenly assaulted by a Tyranid Broodlord, falling downward into the bowels of the Hulk, the flash of his bolter still shooting up from the void. Joran took the opportunity to take charge in the situation, turning to face his group.

"Well, fishboy, I hope ya know how ta use that gun, 'cause we're movin' on. Let's find a safer way downward, 'cause I'd rather not hafta take the Giant Bug Express down..." With that, he moved onward, guiding the group deeper down the hall, searching for some kind of stairwell or lift.

Eventually, they would find a structurally sound set of stairs, which Joran would carefully guide them down. Descending for what seemed like a great time, Joran and the others would reach a deeper section of the ship, and would behold yet another strange sight: A massive man, possibly another Space Marine, with a more normal-sized man next to him, and what looked like a brutish Ogryn. They were in the midst of conversation, so Joran decided to halt a bit behind them, waiting to see what they would do.

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently closed!

When the Vox communications cut out, Zaphiel offered a silent prayer for the safety of those on the Imperial vessel. Progressing deeper into the ship, Zaphiel kept formation, carefully awaiting enemy contact.

"Agreed. Taking the bridge and then the shadow generator would be the most wise course of action." Zaphiel spoke. As they stepped through the melted door, the blast from the Flash Missile reflecting off of the tinted helmet visors. However, the scene awaiting them in the slave pens was one that even Zaphiel had a brief moment of faltering faith seeing.

"By the Emperor!" Zaphiel spoke as they stepped into the slave pens, carefully scanning the horrifying torture room. Each sight left Zaphiel offering a prayer, before he ultimately decided to just pray for the complete destruction of the Dark Eldar. As they progressed, Zaphiel pierced the armor of several Dark Eldar with his bolter, their forms exploding as the rounds detonated within them. Witnessing the Eldar seeming to draw strength from the slaves, Zaphiel knew a choice had to be made. Freeing the slaves would take precious time, time that both they and their home vessel likely did not have, but leaving the slaves here for the Eldar vessel's crew to feed off of would prove a serious issue, especially when the time came to take the bridge. To Zaphiel, it seemed the only logical, and humane, choice was to put these slaves out of their misery.

Speaking over the Vox channel to the squad, Zaphiel stated "Brothers, as much as it pains me to advise this, I believe the only way to ensure our own safety, and still aid these tormented souls, is to provide them with the Emperor's Benediction...I advise we do it quickly, and as painlessly as possible, before moving on."

Tin Dragon Detective Agency

Johan carefully stepped into his study, the gilded cane in his left hand, topped with the head and neck of a dragon, tapping against the ground as he walked with a slight limp, a small waft of smoke drifting from the pipe in his right palm. He gently slid into the chair that sat aside his desk, when he noticed the envelope. Noting the seal of the Tin Dragon Detective Agency, he reached for a letter opener shaped like a longsword and sliced open the letter, unfolding the parchment within and reading over it.

When he finished reading, he called out for the estate retainer, Heinrich. "Heinrich, did anyone come to the door with a letter today?"

"No, Mr. Von Hochstadt, no one's come to the front door at all this morning or last night."

"Thank you Heinrich." The thought of someone, or someTHING, entering his home without permission, even if only to leave a letter, did not sit well with him, especially after that encounter with the Boggart making a home out of the west wing. Ultimately, Johan would decide to leave for the inscribed destination, packing several outfits designed for field work, a pocket journal filled with shorthand notes on a wide assortment of creatures and beings, a small pouch of tobacco and a matchbox for his pipe, and a properly-padded bottle of fine scotch.

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Stepping out of the drop-gate, Johan smiled warmly as the older woman greeted him with the tray of cookies. He politely took one, thanking her, and then heading for the wagon. Carefully loading his luggage onto the vehicle, he took the seat directly across from someone he recognized immediately: Rhea Heimlich, bookstore owner and fellow resident of Comet-by-the-Sea.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Ms. Heimlich. I presume everything's well enough with the Cybele for you to pursue a second career?"

Cartoon Network Fusion (Cartoon Network Multiverse Roleplay)

@RaddumIt'll definitely be interesting for sure, especially given the contrast in time periods, and the likely difference between the Nigel of your timeline, and mine. I really look forward to it, to say the least.

Interplanetary Space Friends - A Game About Space Adventures, Friendship and Fast Food

When the time came to land the ship, Elarin slipped into the pilot's seat, and began carefully guiding the vessel to the landing pad, a flawless display of piloting as it sailed to the landing pad, much in the way that more conventional ice cream cones don't.

As the boarding ramp slid open, Elarin unwrapped another sucker, popping the sticked, blue raspberry-flavored candy into his mouth, and stepping down the boarding ramp with the others. The 'man' greeting them was a snake-like being, one of the many reptiloid creatures found across the universe. This one was dressed rather poorly, in a military-looking uniform, and spoke with plenty of hesitation common for someone lying. Elarin was just as unwilling to trust this being as the others seemed to be, and when Will Vanessa, and anyone else who wished to retrieve something from the ship had done so, Elarin would take the ramp dongle attached to the ignition key, and close the boarding ramp, pressing the button to lock it tight, the lights on the Quest For Flavor flashing twice in time with a "beep beep" noise.

Cartoon Network Fusion (Cartoon Network Multiverse Roleplay)

@Mr Allen JAnd here's the sheet for Numbuh 1 I was going to write up.

Nigel Uno

Numbuh 1 - A.K.A. Nigel Uno

"Kids Next Door, battle stations!"

[Nigel Uno ⫻ CODENAME: KND, EARTH, VIRGINIA ⫻ 10 ⫻ N.GOOD]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

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"...But if you're my uncle then that makes Grandfather my grandfather!"

Nigel is a basic ten-year-old boy, he's shorter than a lot of people, and thinner than most too. His head is completely bald, thanks to an incident with long-time arch enemies The Delightful Children From Down The Lane. He wears a red sweater with grey shorts, with white socks and brown shoes that double as heel-click-activated rockets. He usually carries an assortment of gadgets and weapons with him, and has a special combat uniform distinct to his Sector, Sector V.

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

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"Oh, hey! I've got an idea! Let's completely forget about investigating this stupid crash and go frolicking in the ocean instead. Ooh! Maybe afterwards we can go and get some yummy funnel cakes and pizza on the boardwalk!"

Nigel's personality ranges from stoic, stern, vigilant hero to kids everywhere, to an obsessive workaholic that doesn't know the meaning of the word 'relax'. He takes his duties as both a leader and a fighter seriously, and rarely has any tolerance for horseplay or goofing off. He cares very much for those he considers part of his team, though he may not always display this publicly, but he is always the first to sacrifice himself to ensure the safety of his team members.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"Sure it's hard, but I'll bet that's what makes it exciting for you. I'd hate to see you give that up."

Born in England, Nigel lived there with his mother and father until he was 3 years old, moving across the Atlantic ocean to the US state of Virginia. From there, he would eventually be inducted into the Kids Next Door, a global organization dedicated to combatting evil Adults across the Earth. Nigel would be inducted into his local Sector, V for Virginia, and would become staunch friends with Numbuh 5, a girl named Abigail Lincoln, who helped guide his induction into the KND, and saved him from an incident with the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, which would result in the loss of his "really cool hair". From there, Nigel would take over leadership of Sector V, working alongside his eventual teammates Numbuh 2(Hoagie Gilligan), Numbuh 3(Kuki Sanban), Numbuh 4(Wallaby Beetles), and his former leader and now second-in-command Numbuh 5. Together, they would combat the evil Adult known as 'Father', his henchchildren The Delightful Children From Down The Lane, and an assortment of other villainous adults, who sought to rid the world of annoying children like the Kids Next Door. Eventually, Father's tyranny would threaten the multiverse, and as one among those wit the most experience battling Father, Nigel would volunteer to help stop him, joining up with the Defenders of the Multiverse to combat him and his allies.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

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"... risking my life, endangered my team and spent valuable KND resources, just to get a stupid key chain?!"

S.P.I.C.E.R. - A favored weapon of Nigel's, a heat ray pistol that uses a red-hot chili pepper as a power source.

B.A.J.O.O.K.A. - A Oft-user heavy weapon that acts similar to a rocket launcher, firing whole cartons of orange juice at the opponent.

Ear Communicator - Nigel wears a communication device on his ear, that acts as both a speaker and a microphone, relaying and broadcasting messages to those on the same frequency.

Rocket Shoes - Nigel's usual brown shoes can act as rockets to allow him to fly both in combat and as transportation, activated by clicking the heels together.

▼ WEAKNESSES ▼

"N-n-no, 86, n-n-no, no sir - uh, I mean ma'am, sir. I... I mean, I... I... I thought..."

Nigel's prime weakness is that he's a 10-year-old, his body is weaker and smaller than more aged fighters, and his mind is often fooled or distracted by childish things. He's also very accustomed to having a team to back him up, and is a worse fighter on his own than when he has someone to watch his back. Nigel is also very much a workaholic, always obsessing over missions and completing them, and hardly ever giving a thought to R&R or taking a break from constant working.

▼ OTHER ▼

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"Let's go get some of Mr. Lincoln's cookies!"

I've decided to use Nigel from somewhere in the middle of the series, prior to Operation Z.E.R.O., and especially before his canonical induction into the Galactic KND. I'm planning on expressing this Nigel's more obsessive or workaholic side, possibly to the detriment of the team. I also chose this time period specifically to contrast with Raddum's Numbuh 3 being from a parallel future.

Cartoon Network Fusion (Cartoon Network Multiverse Roleplay)

The Scotsman

The Scotsman

"What do you think of that, Mr. Pajama-Wearing, Basket-Face, Slipper-Wielding, Clype-Dreep-Bachle, Gether-Uping-Blate-Maw..."

[UNKNOWN ⫻ EARTH, SAMURAI JACK ⫻ UNKNOWN ⫻ C.GOOD]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

[ hr][ hr]
"...Bleathering, Gomeril, Jessie..."

The Scotsman is a hulking figure of muscle, sinew, and fat. His bright orange hair, tied back into a ponytail and covering his face, is thick and a bit matted. His left leg has been replaced with a machine gun, and on his back he carries a magic Scottish claymore. He also carries a set of bagpipes, on which he plays an ear-murdering piece of 'music'

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

[ hr][ hr]
"...Oaf-Looking, Scooner, Nyaff..."

The Scotsman, is a loud, boisterous braggart, with no concept of true manners or an inside voice, with a temperament to match. His explosive personality often puts others on-edge, and his concept of 'fun and entertaining' is often a far cry from any "civilized" person he may come across. However, despite his flashy, excited personality, he is by no means an idiot, and has wit and intelligence in both battle and conversation, even if he is a bit more straightforward than most in both situations. Ultimately he's massive man with an equally massive personality, but he can fit in with those less boisterous if need be.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

[ hr][ hr]
"...Plookie, Shan, Milk-Drinking..."

Born in what remained of the Scotland of Aku's corrupted Earth, the Scotsman grew up a proud member of his clan, if a bit less rowdy than the rest. Trained in the art of battle, when he would come of age, he would prove himself the mightiest warrior of his clan, chosen to wield the clan's sacred Runic Claymore, a weapon capable of feats similar to his ally Jack's blessed katana.

Leaving his home clan to forge a name for himself, and find his destiny, The Scotsman would leave home with nothing but his sword and a set of Bagpipes. During his travels, a choice encounter with bounty hunters would see his left leg removed, and replaced with of all things, a machine gun. Eventually he would have his fateful encounter with the Samurai of legend, Jack.

Both trying to cross the same rope bridge, Jack and the Scotsman would see themselves engage in battle first with each other, and then with bounty hunters pursuing them both. Defeating them, Jack and the Scotsman would later meet again, when the Scotsman requested his help in rescuing his wife from the clutches of Celtic Demons. They would save her, and then go their separate ways for a time.

More recently, Jack and The Scotsman would meet again on a ship, with Jack having lost his memory, believing himself to be a waterboy for the vessel. The Scotsman would go on a quest with the amnesiac Jack, to recover his memory, eventually defeating a group of Sirens, and restoring Jack to his rightful self. Once again, the two would go their separate ways, The Scotsman ending up in the current situation.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

[ hr][ hr]
"...Soy-Faced Shilpit, Mim-Moothed, Sniveling..."

Master Swordsman: The Scotsman is a highly talented swordsman. In his first appearance, he proved to be able to fight Jack to a stalemate, and even appeared to be marginally less exhausted after the battle than Jack was. He is also just as proficient as Jack at dicing up hordes of lesser opponents.

Superhuman Endurance: The Scotsman is capable of defeating hundreds of opponents before tiring, as well as being capable of roaming tirelessly for days while carrying a sleeping Jack when the latter had lost his memory. Additionally, after his first battle with Jack, he was apparently slightly less tired than Jack, as he managed to remain on his feet while Jack was seen exhaustedly slumped over the side of a bridge (though the Scotsman was still too tired to lift his sword).

Superhuman Strength: The Scotsman possesses physical strength far beyond what a normal human could ever hope to achieve. He has been shown to be capable of easily lifting and throwing a tank. He is also capable of running while carrying multi-ton loads and hitting robots with his head and hands so hard as to make them explode.

Peg-leg machine gun: The Scotsman's left leg has been replaced by a machine gun. He often uses this weapon when facing multiple opponents, and appears to be an excellent marksman. Additionally, the weapon seems to never run out of bullets (or, at least, he has never been shown reloading it).

Superhuman Durability: The Scotsman appears to be extremely durable, as he has been shown enduring circumstances that would maim or kill an ordinary man without injury, such as simply laughing off the bites of robotic alligators.

High-powered explosives: The Scotsman carries a number of extremely high-yield bombs in a pouch on the front of his belt, which he tends to use in situations where he doesn't feel his opponents are worthy of his sword. These explosives, despite typically being about the size of a hand grenade, possess enough explosive power to level buildings and, in one instance, destroy an entire cruise ship.

▼ OTHER ▼

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"...Worm-Eyed, Hotten-Blaugh, Vile-Stoochie, Cally-Breek-Tattie?"

I've worked on keeping him as accurate as possible, filling in gaps when need-be. I've especially kept his abilities in-line with what is showcased in the show, so there should be no worries there.

Nigel Uno

Numbuh 1 - A.K.A. Nigel Uno

"Kids Next Door, battle stations!"

[Nigel Uno ⫻ CODENAME: KND, EARTH, VIRGINIA ⫻ 10 ⫻ N.GOOD]

▼ APPEARANCE ▼

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"...But if you're my uncle then that makes Grandfather my grandfather!"

Nigel is a basic ten-year-old boy, he's shorter than a lot of people, and thinner than most too. His head is completely bald, thanks to an incident with long-time arch enemies The Delightful Children From Down The Lane. He wears a red sweater with grey shorts, with white socks and brown shoes that double as heel-click-activated rockets. He usually carries an assortment of gadgets and weapons with him, and has a special combat uniform distinct to his Sector, Sector V.

▼ PERSONALITY ▼

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"Oh, hey! I've got an idea! Let's completely forget about investigating this stupid crash and go frolicking in the ocean instead. Ooh! Maybe afterwards we can go and get some yummy funnel cakes and pizza on the boardwalk!"

Nigel's personality ranges from stoic, stern, vigilant hero to kids everywhere, to an obsessive workaholic that doesn't know the meaning of the word 'relax'. He takes his duties as both a leader and a fighter seriously, and rarely has any tolerance for horseplay or goofing off. He cares very much for those he considers part of his team, though he may not always display this publicly, but he is always the first to sacrifice himself to ensure the safety of his team members.

▼ BACKSTORY ▼

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"Sure it's hard, but I'll bet that's what makes it exciting for you. I'd hate to see you give that up."

Born in England, Nigel lived there with his mother and father until he was 3 years old, moving across the Atlantic ocean to the US state of Virginia. From there, he would eventually be inducted into the Kids Next Door, a global organization dedicated to combatting evil Adults across the Earth. Nigel would be inducted into his local Sector, V for Virginia, and would become staunch friends with Numbuh 5, a girl named Abigail Lincoln, who helped guide his induction into the KND, and saved him from an incident with the Delightful Children From Down The Lane, which would result in the loss of his "really cool hair". From there, Nigel would take over leadership of Sector V, working alongside his eventual teammates Numbuh 2(Hoagie Gilligan), Numbuh 3(Kuki Sanban), Numbuh 4(Wallaby Beetles), and his former leader and now second-in-command Numbuh 5. Together, they would combat the evil Adult known as 'Father', his henchchildren The Delightful Children From Down The Lane, and an assortment of other villainous adults, who sought to rid the world of annoying children like the Kids Next Door. Eventually, Father's tyranny would threaten the multiverse, and as one among those wit the most experience battling Father, Nigel would volunteer to help stop him, joining up with the Defenders of the Multiverse to combat him and his allies.

▼ ABILITIES & EQUIPMENT ▼

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"... risking my life, endangered my team and spent valuable KND resources, just to get a stupid key chain?!"

S.P.I.C.E.R. - A favored weapon of Nigel's, a heat ray pistol that uses a red-hot chili pepper as a power source.

B.A.J.O.O.K.A. - A Oft-user heavy weapon that acts similar to a rocket launcher, firing whole cartons of orange juice at the opponent.

Ear Communicator - Nigel wears a communication device on his ear, that acts as both a speaker and a microphone, relaying and broadcasting messages to those on the same frequency.

Rocket Shoes - Nigel's usual brown shoes can act as rockets to allow him to fly both in combat and as transportation, activated by clicking the heels together.

▼ WEAKNESSES ▼

"N-n-no, 86, n-n-no, no sir - uh, I mean ma'am, sir. I... I mean, I... I... I thought..."

Nigel's prime weakness is that he's a 10-year-old, his body is weaker and smaller than more aged fighters, and his mind is often fooled or distracted by childish things. He's also very accustomed to having a team to back him up, and is a worse fighter on his own than when he has someone to watch his back. Nigel is also very much a workaholic, always obsessing over missions and completing them, and hardly ever giving a thought to R&R or taking a break from constant working.

▼ OTHER ▼

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"Let's go get some of Mr. Lincoln's cookies!"

I've decided to use Nigel from somewhere in the middle of the series, prior to Operation Z.E.R.O., and especially before his canonical induction into the Galactic KND. I'm planning on expressing this Nigel's more obsessive or workaholic side, possibly to the detriment of the team. I also chose this time period specifically to contrast with Raddum's Numbuh 3 being from a parallel future.