Yikes. @Blacksam3091 Hope you feel better soon, from the bottom of my heart. You're a darn good roleplayer and I always love working in games that feature you. I'd say working with you, but I honestly have never really worked too closely with you. Though, I'll have to change that. Not enough people are creative or vivid like you, man. Look forward to you getting better, both for selfish and generally benevolent reasons, hermano.
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Can't hear you guys over the sound of all of this money.
That sounds like a huge strategic disadvantage.
unless you want the OOC to be lifeless and have more friction—
Damn you, Gowi!!! You jinxed us all!! The end is nigh!!! The end is nigh!!!
Now like I said, I’m going to work on a post.
At least you posted though. Can't be sure if this is another weekend dropoff or the new pace of the game.
Edit: Strictly kidding about the first part, btw. Just making conversation.
Dick Grayson
Gender: Male // Age: 16
Hair Color: Black // Eyes: Brown // Race: American
Height: 5'7" // Weight: 145 Lbs
Personality: Unlike Bruce, Dick is fairly likely to openly express his emotions. A lot of that sensitivity has him end up taking as he battles. He's an optimist, but also a realist. Consequently, he is rather frustrating as an opponent because his characteristic sense of humor does much to hide his legitimate competence.
Brief History: Dick Grayson had been a traveling acrobat and youngest member of the Flying Graysons family of circus performers. Unfortunately, the criminal Tony Zucco had taken vengeance on the Grayson parents for refusing to pay him for "piercing"and had sabotaged their act by hacking the systems to their safety net, resulting in their deaths.
Dick became a ward of the state. He had very few friends, having never been rooted in a single residency before. But one day Bruce Wayne, an older boy who'd similarly lost a parent to Netcrime, befriended him, inviting him over to talk about his feelings. To give him something constructive to do, Bruce gifted him a battle ready NetNavi largely based off of his own, Robin.EXE.
The two took to the web regularly, fighting crime on the digital frontier with Batman and Robin. Unfortunately, they could not save everyone. In one particular instance Robin failed to overcome a criminal Navi who intended to commit a legitimate massacre because he'd failed to pay proper heed to some advice from Bruce. The guilt ate and ate at Grayson until he decided he had to give Robin back and give up Netbattling.
But he eventually decided to make a comeback. Seeking out Lucious Fox, he asked a favor. He was gifted a NetNavi all his own, Nightwing.EXE. Nightwing was largely based off of the designs for Robin, with a few tweaks from Graysons own imagination. Ever since, he has steadily been building his own reputation as a Netbattler without such close association with Bruce or Batman.
Nightwing.EXE
HP: 140
Armor: None // Type: Elec
Basic: Wing Ding // Mid: Eskrima // Strong: Electric Eskrima
Wing Ding Null 15
Similar to Batman.EXE's Batarangs, Nightwing draws an infinite supply of heavy-duty, edged, boomerang based weapons called wing-dings.
Eskrima Null 15 - 45
A close combat set of heavy-duty rods suitable for rapid strikes.
Electric Eskrima Elec 60
At full power his signature eskrima sticks are supercharged with electric power that stuns the enemy, leaving them open to further attacks.
Notes:
- He is actually outstandingly fast and nimble, moreso than either Batman or Robin.
Battle Chips
Smokescreen Obstacle 0
In case of emergency, the Smokescreen chip equips the user with pellets that can shatter on impact to create a visually impenetrable veil of smoke.
Disruptor Elec 20
With the Disruptor, the user can fire off a disruptive pulse of energy that jams guns for a time. This functions both on simple cannons and more elaborate or powerful items, even grapnel types. However it can only be used against two weapons before being used up.
Cryptographer Sequencer 0
With this tool, the user can bypass even the most challenging of digital locks given enough time.
At this point I regret having not applied to play either as Kyle Rayner or one of the Hawks. If/When we get to that point, who would people rather see?
For reasons both selfish and otherwise I hope you have a speedy recovery, @Blacksam3091.
For reasons both selfish and otherwise I hope you have a speedy recovery, @Blacksam3091.
Tokyo, Shibuya Crossing
Sea Devil felt several violent breezes fly over him. Bullets passing by in a burning flash like comets. Fortunately he'd simply fallen to the ground after coming off the buildings side rather than landing on his feet. If it weren't for his aching knees causing him to immediately collapse, he'd likely be a dead man.
Doing some quick math, he estimated that her clip was probably empty. Seeing no need or benefit to taking this target down, he tested her response to a forward rush before deciding he'd simply had a lapse in judgement by attacking her. This was certainly a very special woman, whether she was with Starro or not.
"I'm guessing you're either special or not with them. Based on the fact you're using a pistol, I'd say it's probably the latter. That and the fact I imagined your help would be right there."
The starfish mob was not being patient for the amphibious adventurer, though, so he began to put some vertical distance between himself and the crowd. With effort, he threw one hand onto his dangling grapnel, "I suggest you take my hand, madam. The elevator will be going up in a moment. You'll be safer up here."
At that moment he used his super senses to reassess the situation, fortunately he was a safe distance from Cobi. Even though he'd only asked a few seconds before, he was becoming impatient with the League's middle man, Snapper Carr. "Make it snappy, Snapper."
He couldn't help but feel slightly useless in this particular situation.
So, anyone got any character goals or plans once we resolve this fight?
For me, I'd like to use my detective chops and dig into why the founding members went missing in the first place. Not to mention the cities they protected could probably use a little help now that they're gone.
My ideas for Sea Devil largely revolve around exposition because he is an OC. Demonstrating that you don't have to be as famous or recognizable as your contemporaries to be a valuable individual. Nature vs Nurture. And a search for a purpose outside of patrolling a fraction of an area that is dominated by the Bats.
Bruce Wayne
Gender: Male // Age: 17
Hair Color: Black // Eyes: Brown // Race: American
Height: 5'9" // Weight: 160 Lbs
Personality: Bruce is a vengeful teenaged boy, only a year away from inheriting his father's company, with ambitions higher than Wayne Tower. At times, he becomes extremely rageful, but these feelings are mostly internal, and are usually expressed as conviction in his desire to stomp out Netcrime. He misses his parents sorely, but rarely says so at this point.
Brief History: Bruce Wayne was born into an upper class family in Gotham City. His father, Thomas Wayne, was both the grass Wayne Electronics and a skilled surgeon. Unfortunately, after a night on the town, his parents were tragically killed by an electronically hijacked self driving car. In the aftermath, Bruce was placed into the care of his Butler, Alfred, and was gifted him a cutting edge Netnavi that his father had designed, Batman.EXE.
For the next few years all that the young Wayne imagined was how he would take vengeance on his parents killer. Due to the fact that he lacked the skills to do so on his own, he instead dedicated his efforts to combating the forces of cyber crime. His efforts were largely assisted by Lucious Fox, a genius programmer responsible for Batman's programming along with a variety of state of the art battle chips.
By the time he'd began the ninth grade his Netnavi had become a local icon dedicated to battling Netcrime and he'd become a newsworthy Netbattler. He'd accomplished this with a bit of help though. With the assistance of people like the world class Netbattler James Gordon and his slightly younger friend Dick Grayson.
Batman.EXE
HP: 160
Armor: Null // Type: Null
Basic: Batarang // Mid: Bat Claw // Strong: Bat-Punch
Batarang Null 15
Where most battle-ready NetNavis project general energy through a mechanism resembling a cannon at the end of one of their arms, Batman.EXE is different. He wears a belt that holds an infinitely renewable supply of razor-edged, bat-shaped boomerangs called Batarangs.
Bat Claw Null 25 - 75
The Batclaw is a gadget useful for latching onto opponents and reeling them in, accumulating more damage along the way. Alternatively it is useful as a means of mobility.
Bat-Punch Breaking 70
He has the ability to deliver a devastating punch that, thanks to his expertise, can even damage enemies who have special protection such as shields, albeit at a variably diminished effectiveness.
Notes:
- Batman had rarely been used before being given to Bruce, but had been designed as a fighting Netnavi. Circumstance had only required Thomas use him once, when a cyber attack nearly caused the gas line beneath a costume party, which he was then attending, to explode.
- In case, something should happen to Bruce, Batman is programmed to be reassigned to follow Dick Grayson's commands.
Battle Chips
Smokescreen Obstacle 0
In case of emergency, the Smokescreen chip equips the user with pellets that can shatter on impact to create a visually impenetrable veil of smoke.
Explosive Gel Breaking 50
After the activation of this chip, Batman can make up to three applications of explosive gel that is capable of destroying obstacles and causing damage within the vicinity at his command.
Bat Beacon Obstacle 0
Useful in intense situations, the Bat Beacon summons a swarm of bats to surround the user and soak up damage from external attacks. However this is not useful for ground based attacks such as a shockwave.
Disruptor Elec 20
With the Disruptor, the user can fire off a disruptive pulse of energy that jams guns for a time. This functions both on simple cannons and more elaborate or powerful items, even grapnel types. However it can only be used against two weapons before being used up.
Cryptographer Sequencer 0
With this tool, the user can bypass even the most challenging of digital locks given enough time.
I thought so. But when you posted Sea Devil wasn't on the ground, he'd just stomped on one of Starro's tentacles.
Sea Devil imagined how he might address his mother if he had the time to write a letter.
Dear Mother,
It's funny how these little moments can change your entire worldview. When you're clinging for dear life to the appendage of a flailing starfish monster while he seems to do the Harlem Shake, you begin to realize how abstract the world you live in is. You realize just how imaginary the concept of safety is. There is no safe zone in this world, no matter what your parents or your government tells you.
No police man can protect you when death comes. No amount of ointment can extract the suffering from your soul. One thing in life is certain for most, and that is pain. Even death has proven to be a revolving door. Mama, we all go to hell. Actually, hell comes to all. There is no safe zone free of danger. But you could get by a lot easier if you become the danger that dominates the once safe zone.
Shibuyu Crossing, Tokyo Japan
He'd been afraid of death for so long that it no longer mattered. As a younger man, he avoided high risk confrontations. But now, Jack lived for them. He considered himself the guardian of Gotham's bay. Despite the time and place, this very much seemed like the sort of beast that he would be required to face off against. An aquatic type monster for the amphibious vigilante. A very appropriate way to die if he had to go.
Starro raised the tentacle that Jack stood on. He imagined the acceleration was something like what a fighter pilot might experience. And his feet departed from the tentacles surface. Many of the other heroes were shielded by some sort of force field. With them temporarily inaccessible, that attracted the tentacles that had been designated for the others to an all out assault on Sea Devil.
So, while seemingly suspended in the air, he watched another of the tentacles launching towards him like a fly swatter,"Here we go."
CH-EENK
His grapnel line fired perpendicular to another tentacles path, the appendage that seemed poised to swat at him next. It was impossible for him to dodge the one immediately rushing him , so instead he bent his knees and leaned back before feeling the serpentine arm strike him like a tidal wave made of concrete. As expected, it threw him across the sky, like a birdie being struck by a racquet. That was, until his line was intercepted by the tentacle it had been shot in front of.
Without being wrapped around it at all, the steel line was yanked. And so Sea Devil was yo-yoed into the distance. Soaring with his grapnel's handle between all of his fingers and his palms. With aching knees, he assessed his trajectory. It seemed he was destined to land directly on top of a mob of enslaved citizens, right outside of a convenience store. Consequently, he almost wished that he would simply land on the blacktop.
Without the ability to reel his line in quickly enough, he was stuck. But when he was beginning to descend above the crowd, his line snagged on something. By some miracle he'd managed to maintain his grip before swinging into the side of a building.
His body ached. With the sort of pain that filled his spine and stung in his lungs. This was the way he imagined that Dr. Mid Nite must feel. Wonder what the old timer is doing right now?
More time for that later, but Sea Devil now had the opportunity to pause for a moment. At a distance from the Conqueror that deceptively suggested itself to be safe.
Then he heard a gunshot before a bullet landed next to him. "Come at me!" A woman shouted. I really don't have time for this. The woman was surrounded by Starfish-lings. Was she in league with them? He couldn't be sure. Only one way to find out.
"As you wish!"
Dear Mother,
It's funny how these little moments can change your entire worldview. When you're clinging for dear life to the appendage of a flailing starfish monster while he seems to do the Harlem Shake, you begin to realize how abstract the world you live in is. You realize just how imaginary the concept of safety is. There is no safe zone in this world, no matter what your parents or your government tells you.
No police man can protect you when death comes. No amount of ointment can extract the suffering from your soul. One thing in life is certain for most, and that is pain. Even death has proven to be a revolving door. Mama, we all go to hell. Actually, hell comes to all. There is no safe zone free of danger. But you could get by a lot easier if you become the danger that dominates the once safe zone.
Shibuyu Crossing, Tokyo Japan
He'd been afraid of death for so long that it no longer mattered. As a younger man, he avoided high risk confrontations. But now, Jack lived for them. He considered himself the guardian of Gotham's bay. Despite the time and place, this very much seemed like the sort of beast that he would be required to face off against. An aquatic type monster for the amphibious vigilante. A very appropriate way to die if he had to go.
Starro raised the tentacle that Jack stood on. He imagined the acceleration was something like what a fighter pilot might experience. And his feet departed from the tentacles surface. Many of the other heroes were shielded by some sort of force field. With them temporarily inaccessible, that attracted the tentacles that had been designated for the others to an all out assault on Sea Devil.
So, while seemingly suspended in the air, he watched another of the tentacles launching towards him like a fly swatter,"Here we go."
CH-EENK
His grapnel line fired perpendicular to another tentacles path, the appendage that seemed poised to swat at him next. It was impossible for him to dodge the one immediately rushing him , so instead he bent his knees and leaned back before feeling the serpentine arm strike him like a tidal wave made of concrete. As expected, it threw him across the sky, like a birdie being struck by a racquet. That was, until his line was intercepted by the tentacle it had been shot in front of.
Without being wrapped around it at all, the steel line was yanked. And so Sea Devil was yo-yoed into the distance. Soaring with his grapnel's handle between all of his fingers and his palms. With aching knees, he assessed his trajectory. It seemed he was destined to land directly on top of a mob of enslaved citizens, right outside of a convenience store. Consequently, he almost wished that he would simply land on the blacktop.
Without the ability to reel his line in quickly enough, he was stuck. But when he was beginning to descend above the crowd, his line snagged on something. By some miracle he'd managed to maintain his grip before swinging into the side of a building.
His body ached. With the sort of pain that filled his spine and stung in his lungs. This was the way he imagined that Dr. Mid Nite must feel. Wonder what the old timer is doing right now?
More time for that later, but Sea Devil now had the opportunity to pause for a moment. At a distance from the Conqueror that deceptively suggested itself to be safe.
Then he heard a gunshot before a bullet landed next to him. "Come at me!" A woman shouted. I really don't have time for this. The woman was surrounded by Starfish-lings. Was she in league with them? He couldn't be sure. Only one way to find out.
"As you wish!"
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