Earnest Evans

Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

I'm still around. If you want me to take control of Jerry for a little while, I could do that.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

Now then where be-eth thy Real Thread?

@Blackmist16

Right here. I'd probably look around for a good place to insert your character, first.

Massive Multiversal Crossover: Interest Check and Signups

Figured that I'd rework one of the many NPCs I've been shamelessly using into an actual character. I'll probably do the same for the rest of the characters I've been using really often.

Fortus Gama/Xipe Tezcat

Name: Fortus Gama (formerly Xipe Tezcat)

Age: 45

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Previous Appearance

Current Appearance (Artist's Rendition)

Canon, AU, or OC?: OC

Universe of Origin: Mortal Kombat

Personality: Like all wizards, Fortus is a proud being. Against fellow wizards, he feels a strong sense of competitiveness. Against non-wizards--even beings of equal or greater magical powers-- he feels nothing but pity and contempt.

Abilities/Weapons: Wizardry: Fortus has been granted ineffable power through the whims of the Wizard Syndicate. When wearing his robe, a full beard, and his wizardly staff, Fortus is capable of casting a wide variety of dangerous and useful spells. Without his staff, Fortus is wholly susceptible to the power of his own spells, and cannot control them. Without his robe, Fortus is only capable of casting Clairvoyance, Magic Missile, and Phase Shift.

Robustness: Through the strange properties of spending a day on Space Station 13, Fortus has temporarily become a wondrous savant. His arms have turned invisible (though an extremely convincing illusion of them appears in their usual place), he can sprint nearly indefinitely, and processes chemicals instantaneously. However, he is also extremely susceptible to being knocked down and the cold.

Clairvoyance: By concentrating very hard, Fortus can magically divine the location of his objectives. Unfortunately, this technique only works if he knows exactly what he's looking for, and is immediately stymied by any amount of psionic protection.

Magic Missile: By screaming "FORTI GY AMA", an array of spheres of pure magic shoots forth from his fingertips. These spheres hunt down any nearby humanoids and, upon impact, wrack their body with electric shocks. Anyone struck by this will be temporarily knocked down for around five seconds, leaving Fortus time to either escape or close in for the kill. Magic Missile has no effect on non-humanoids. Magic Missile can only be cast once every eight seconds.

Phase Shift: At will, Fortus can partially shift his body into an alternate plane. In this form, he can go through walls, floors, beings, and energy shields as if they were air itself. Fortus is incapable of speaking or acting in this form. This form lasts for only ten seconds, after which Fortus will be brought back into the material realm, regardless of where he ended up. This spell can be cast once every thirty seconds.

Rathen's Secret: By shouting "ARSE NATH!", Fortus spreads a devious magic through the surrounding area. Any humanoids afflicted by this immediately suffer extreme gastrointestinal trauma; in layman's terms, the victim farts so fiercely their ass flies off. Strangely enough, the victim suffers no ill effects beyond terminal embarassment, a missing rear end, and minor smoke inhalation. This spell often creates an immense smoke screen around those afflicted, allowing him to escape in the confusion and embarassment.

Knock: By shouting "AULIE OXIN FIERA!", all doors around Fortus will immediately open themselves, regardless of their state. This technique only works on things intended to be doors or door-like pieces of furniture, and all doors affected return to working order the moment they're closed again. This spell can only be cast once every two minutes.

Spellshield: At will, Fortus can surround himself with a magical shield that reduces the impact of all spells and projectiles that strike him. This does not remove all damage, but significantly reduces their lethality. This spell dissipates after five minutes, and can only be cast once every ten minutes.

Empower: By screaming incoherently, Fortus awakens his inner magic reserves and grows stronger as a result. This spell transforms Fortus into a hulking, telekinetic, hyperactive beast of a man. Fortus retains all spellcasting abilities while Empowered, can only speak in shouts, and his skin pigment turns neon green. This spell holds its effects for two minutes before his power fades, and can only be cast once every ten minutes.

Backstory:

Mortal Kombat X

The great kingdoms of Outworld very nearly fell into complete chaos after the death of Shao Kahn. From the ashes of this great power sink came a new emperor of Outworld: Ko'tal Kahn and his Osh-Tekk warriors. Xipe Tezcat was but one of these warriors, and fought valiantly for the glory of his emperor. When the prized amulet of the deposed Elder God, Shinnok was stolen from Kotal, Xipe Tezcat was one of the many soldiers sent to Earthrealm to reclaim it. When it was revealed that the amulet had actually contained Shinnok, who was now rampaging across Earthrealm, Xipe and the rest of Kotal's forces retreated back to Outworld to prepare for Shinnok's inevitable invasion.

Shadowrun

A freak accident while traveling between Earthrealm and Outworld stranded Xipe in a different universe entirely. This universe was almost completely different from Xipe's homeworld; it looked almost like Earthrealm, but with an unusual amount of magic and magical technology. Orcs, elves, dwarves, ghouls, and ancient spirits lived and worked alongside humans and cyborgs. This was Seattle, twenty years after The Awakening.

Xipe barely eked out a living amongst the thousands of homeless in Seattle, fighting for his life against organ-hunters, coked-up Street Samurai, and sinister shamans looking for their next sacrifice. Without a SIN or any augments at all, Xipe lived as a criminal. Still, Xipe clinged to life, hoping to one day find a purpose again.

His determination paid off one day, when he took a mercenary job for an unknown Mister Johnson. It was a simple task: deliver a package to someone, don't get caught in the process. Xipe completed the task effortlessly, and handed the package to his target, a strange man in a strange black uniform.

Shadow Eternity

In one swift motion, the strange man stuck Xipe with a syringe full of malevolent chemicals. Xipe briefly attempted to save himself, before collapsing. The strange man, grinning, activated his teleporter and brought Xipe through a portal. Shadow Eternity had its newest recruit.

When Xipe woke up, he was given an ultimatum: join Shadow Eternity or die. Obviously, Xipe took the former option, and so was given Shadow Eternity's standard-issue equipment and training. Born for the military, Xipe took to the training like a dove to the air, and passed at the top of his class. From there, Xipe was sworn in as an official soldier, and was promptly put on guard duty.

Shadow Eternity is generally not known for using its human resources well, and Xipe was no exception. Skilled and motivated, Xipe was relegated to wandering the halls of Shadow Eternity's headquarters, searching for an intruder that would never come. At least, with all this free time, Xipe learned of a very good pizza place in a little-known universe. This pizza place, known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, was the premier hangout for all mooks in Shadow Eternity. Away from the prying eyes of Shadow Eternity's higher-ups and filled with sympathetic allies, it was the best place a Shadow Eternity mook could eat at.

Shocker+

Xipe only learned of Shocker+'s inception on its third day of existence, when he had managed to get off guard duty and get some R&R at his favorite pizza place. Frustrated by the indignation of being a security guard for an impregnable position, Xipe very quietly joined Shocker+, and volunteered for a free class taught by none other than Captain Ginyu himself.

The class consisted almost entirely of working on Space Station 13. Filled with chaos, combat, death, and destruction, Xipe was definitely in his element. Twenty-four hours in the multiverse's time translated to fifty shifts on Space Station 13, and Xipe died horribly on nearly every one. Xipe spent time as a mighty wizard, a menial worker, a syndicate operative, as a fearsome xenomorph, and many other roles and jobs in his time spent here, and at last became Robust. With a spring in his step and a gift box from Captain Ginyu in his arms, Xipe returned to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

The gift box contained nothing but a set of blue robes, a bottle of Rogaine, and a large wooden stick. Not wanting to disappoint his teacher, Xipe applied the Rogaine to his face. As if by magic, a flowing white beard appeared on Xipe's face. When he put on the robes, he felt his very being change dramatically. When he held the stick, it transformed into a mighty wizard's staff. Magic flowed through his veins like water rushing through an anthill, changing Xipe's life forever.

Xipe's mind was twisted and shifted by the same magical forces that changed his body and facial hair. His personality was altered to fit a more wizardly mindset. Spells and rituals wormed their way into his memories. Even his name was replaced by the foul magics corrupting him. The process very nearly drove Xipe mad, and now he spends most of his time drinking heavily and desperately attempting to recover from his wizardly trauma.

Faction: Shocker+

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Jack Morgan, Julius Aldo, Sindibad Darude - Antagarich

The Hunter-Chopper had finally managed to find dry land. Below it was a positively-massive island, decorated with winding lava flows and massive badlands. A number of small cities could be seen scattered throughout the island, surrounded by peaceful-looking grassland. Mobs of humanoids wandered around these grasslands, only occasionally crossing into the badlands to reach the other cities. Every so often, two of the mobs would clash, and one would annihilate the other. Almost mindless beings coming together solely to crush other mindless beings. Such was the state of the wars of Might and Magic.

Sindibad angled the Hunter-Chopper lower to the ground, to make picking out landmarks easier. At the moment, the Hunter-Chopper had absolute air superiority. Even a mighty dragon would find it difficult to bring it down without suffering heavily for it. Multiple dragons, however, would be problematic. Luckily, it seemed all the dragons were hovering mere feet above the ground, happily slaughtering and being slaughtered for their Heroes.

Jack Morgan stared out the Chopper's opened door wistfully. All this treasure was out there, and they needed to find only one. A slew of landmarks poked out from the contested land below, like lanterns in the dead of night. Ominous cottages, lumber mills, guard towers, sparkling lakes-- all of them ripe for the plundering, whether by Jack or by one of the armies rampaging across the island. Though it was a bright and clear day, Jack could see a bevy of beautiful rainbows scattered across the horizon. Rainbows that very clearly ended at a specific location.

Jack sensed treasure. The end of a rainbow always carried prizes, be they leprechauns or leprechauns' loot. If a shipwreck could carry treasure--unusual treasure, but treasure nonetheless--then the end of a rainbow carried a lot of treasure!

"Sindibad, look at the rainbow!" Jack said, a gleam appearing in his eye yet again. "Set us down where it ends; I've got a good feeling about this one!"

---

The Hunter-Chopper idly spun its rotors as, nearby, Jack Morgan blazed a trail through a thicket of vibrant bushes, their branches thick with sweet berries. Deep in the thicket, a brook gently babbled, fed by--sure enough-- the end of a rainbow. A small humanoid, decked in bright-green finery decorated with black and gold, smiled warmly at Jack's entrance. Without even waiting for Jack to speak, the humanoid addressed him.

"I know why you're here, my boy! You're looking for artifacts, aren't ya? Well, I've got myself a fancy little piece, for the right price," the leprechaun grinned impishly as he pulled a small amulet from the confines of his suit. The amulet was decorated with a miniature coffin, for whatever reason. The leprechaun spoke with a touch of awe brushing his voice. "the Amulet of the Undertaker. Guaranteed to make you a better Necromancer!"

Jack looked at the Amulet curiously. It wasn't the Pendant of Death, but it might be a good gift for Xsi. It'd be useful for currying favor, whatever good that would do him. "Hey, sure! I'm always in the mood for... being a better necroguy. How much is it?"

The leprechaun's smile widened. "Only 2000 gold, my friend! At this price, it's a steal!" he said, very happily implying that it was practically stealing, but not for the right reasons.

Jack glared at the leprechaun, but said nothing. Quietly, he pulled out a hand radio, and called in to Sindibad Darude.
_{"Hey, Sindibad... do we want to maintain good relations with this kingdom for very long?"}
"Uh, probably not. We only want good relations with Xsi."
_{"All I needed to hear. Thank you."}

Jack calmly slipped his radio back into his pack, pulled out a gun, and shot the leprechaun. Whistling pleasantly, he ransacked the leprechaun's still-warm body, and stole the Amulet of the Undertaker. It was only a bad omen to shoot unicorns, right? he thought, as he stepped back into the helicopter.

"Well," Jack said, shrugging. "We didn't get the Pendant here, either. But, I did find a very nice amulet. It could be useful as a bargaining chip."

"Hey, that's all right!" Sindibad said, bringing the Hunter-Chopper up and out. "Maybe they'll like those boots you got, too. Oh, and maybe we can get some flowers and wine just to seal the deal!"

"No need to be such a dick, Sindibad. These trips haven't been a total loss. If we're lucky, we'll find the Pendant soon. If not, we'll get some more loot to pawn off to the highest bidder and then we can find the Pendant."

The Hunter-Chopper moved along. Where would it go next?

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

Millenium Tower

Youma Saejima's face became deathly-pale when The Spandez Conquest Hour showed its public service announcement. The sight of the Tokyo Stock Exchange being obliterated from orbit ran through Saejima's mind like a warm knife through butter.

Saejima rose from his seat, eyes bulging like peeled grapes. Fumbling and shaking, he sprinted onto the karaoke stage.

The best way to describe Saejima's current look would be "fishy", in the sense that it was cold, clammy, and generally looked like someone who was in a constant state of absolute surprise.

"The stock exchange was blown up!" Saejima howled shrilly. "I-I want all of you to get the fuck down there! You're gonna help out as much as possible, and find a shitbag named Loot! I don't know how, I don't know why, but he's the one responsible!"

The assorted Youma thugs, stunned by what Saejima had just said, scrambled to get ready. Though most of them were still drunk, they were wholly prepared to assist in rebuilding and rescuing. Some members were shouting into their cellphones, calling in favors and fellow Yakuza clans. Others were dressing up, making themselves look presentable to the cameras.

Those who were in the latter group ambled up to Kenji, who still looked haggard and drunk. Swaying slightly, Kenji firmly gripped one of the group members by the shoulder, and nodded. And then the two of them were gone. Seconds later, Kenji reappeared and did the same to another member.

Neo-Tokyo Stock Exchange Ruins

As if by some strange magic, Yakuza members started appearing around the ruins of the stock exchange. They sprang into action, helping to lead survivors away and leaping into the ruins to search for people trapped under rubble.

The Yakuza may be criminals, but the operative word in "organized crime" is organized. The family comes first, but the community comes immediately afterward. And so, the Yakuza began their relief efforts.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

@Earnest Evans You think so? I feel bad for what I did though. Even though it was a small case of autohitting that could've easily been changed, I could've gladly changed it and be a little more careful of posting. Tsk... dang it.

@Lmpkio

Don't be. @The_written_john has thrown temper tantrums about other people posting too quickly. He's just a huge baby.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

It looks like @The_written_john really has quit. You know, this is exactly the same thing he did in another game I was in. I guess he's just the kind of person who reacts poorly to anything bad.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

Lilith races towards Alex and pins him to a wall, her right arm chocking his neck. Then she begins to pound him on the wall 2 times, until throwing him to her right@lmpkio

Dat Powergaming.

Sorry ya'll but.



Can't roleplay with powergamers, if the GM does it... sorry but, I'm not going to enjoy the rp, i'll spend more time on other rps instead, apologies.

@The_written_John

Why not let Alexander take the hit? It won't affect him all that much. By the by, powergaming is also making it so that you can't take any meaningful damage. What Lilith is doing is autohitting.

I Am a Superhero! - Watashi wa sūpāhīrōdesu! - 私はスーパーヒーローです！(Anime Superhero RP)

<Snipped quote by clanjos>

Alexander had so many expectations

Thou did not meet his expectations

Alexander would just be sitting there like:

XDDD

Edit: Wasn't intentionally insulting, just joking about XD

@The_written_John

What did you expect?

Massive Multiversal Crossover

You Bastard and George Melons - Great Alluvial Sand Wastes, Athas

The thrill of lycanthropy ran through George Melons's brain like a giant spider through the Medbay. Slavering madly, George did the one thing that came to his suddenly rather hairy brain: dig.

Flailing wildly into the soft humours of the eye in front of him, George began burrowing through You Bastard's massive eye sockets, sending You Bastard into an even wilder fit of panic. You Bastard ceased attempting to scrape George out entirely, and instead began wildly heaving its bulk around.

You Bastard's frenzied rutting accomplished two things: one, it got a prodigious amount of sand in You Bastard's ruined eye socket; two, it kicked a prodigious amount of sand up into the air, creating a miniature sandstorm. Shazay, understanding the dangers of being blinded by sand next to a rampaging school bus, opted to keep his distance until the sandstorm abated.

Through the impenetrable shield of the sandstorm, Shazay and Frederick could see nothing. You Bastard's pained groans grew weak and petered out, and gradually the cloud of sand settled down. All that was left was You Bastard's corpse, covered in sand and blood.

Deep inside You Bastard's cranium, George Melons came to a realization: there is nothing worthwhile here. Huffing dejectedly, George Melons began burrowing back the way he came.

Very slowly, very carefully, Shazay closed in on You Bastard's corpse. When at last it seemed his mutilated corpse wasn't going to rise up again, Shazay stepped out of Dusty and approached it.

With an unpleasant squelching noise, George Melons emerged from You Bastard's other noise. As much as he would like to say it, George Melons did not make a joke about taking a wrong turn at Albuquerque. He leaped down from his perch atop You Bastard and shook himself clean, staining the sand a deep, malevolent crimson.

Shazay was speechless. To attempt to put what he was currently thinking into words would be a herculean task. Instead, he gave a single command to both Frederick and George.

"Help me set up these teleporters. Gotta get big boy here back home."

He tossed one boxy gewgaw each over to Frederick and George, and pointed to a pair of locations on either side of You Bastard. Dutifully, Frederick and George buried their gewgaws where Shazay had pointed, and returned to him. With the press of a button, You Bastard disappeared in a flash of light and sound, whipping up another sandstorm that quickly abated.

Shazay breathed a sigh of relief. The easy part was over.
"Aight. Go on and get back in the car, we've got one more job to go 'fore we're done."

George let loose a guttural growl that, while saying nothing, very clearly demonstrated indignation. Shazay pointed a warning finger at George, and continued.

"Don't you start bitching now, Shocker+ does shit by the planet. We're just deliverin' a throne to some city. I ain't got much info, but this The Throne thing sounds important, and this city is apparently well-defended. Now get your asses back in the truck, and we'll get this over and done with."

Julius Aldo and Jack Morgan - Ghost Ship, Antagarich

Ghastly howling filled the deck of the ghost ship as all four groups of vengeful ghosts rushed at Julius and Jack.

Julius, always a man for theatric bravery, charged the ghosts with an evil gleam in his eye. Just as he made contact with his ethereal foe, he was thrown backwards by a rush of frigid air and sent sprawling. The ghosts, showing no unwillingness to attack an incapacitated target, quickly surrounded him. Howling incomprehensible, the mob of ghosts tore viciously at Julius's armor. Wherever they struck, their ragged claws left lines of frost.

Jack, who was of a less fearless persuasion, reacted appropriately. In a clear panic, Jack fired blindly at the octet of marauding ghosts, striking one. The stricken ghost immediately vanished with a shrill howl and a cloud of foul sulphur gas.

Julius drew his own sidearm, and fired blindly into the crowd surrounding him, banishing two of his assailants. It was clear to these ghosts that these victims would be far too dangerous to take on. The ghosts, demonstrating some form of low cunning, fled to the belowdecks.

Jack opened his eyes, and saw that the main deck was clear. Moving with urgency, he hoisted Julius back up on his feet, and handed him his rifle. Julius smiled wearily, and gave Jack a friendly pat on the back.

"Should teach you to talk about ghosts, huh?" said Julius, finding his balance.

Jack gave him an annoyed look, and looked to the forecastle.
"They were whispering about the foc'sle. Bet you what they were guarding is up there."

The forecastle itself was unusually cluttered. Tools and weapons scattered the floor, and the ship's railing was in splinters. It looked as if it had been picked clean in a hurry. The only moderately-intact point of interest on the deck was a large ornate wooden chest, leafed with gold and rubies. With a telling gleam in his eye, Jack plundered the chest, and held its contents out for all to see.

It was a pair of boots, with a miniscule human skull placed between them. Though neither Jack nor Julius knew it, these were the Dead Man's Boots, a powerful Artifact. They wouldn't be at all useful for either of them, since it wasn't the Pendant of Death. Jack stared at the Boots concernedly. Why would someone go through the trouble to put a pair of boots in such an ornate chest? It just didn't make sense. Still, treasure was treasure, and Jack wasn't one to refuse it.

Whistling confidently, Jack Morgan and Julius Aldo worked their way back to the main deck, and climbed back into the Hunter-Chopper.

Thrumming rhythmically, the Hunter-Chopper pounded off in search of further landmarks. What else would they discover this day?