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Russethill Tavern and Inn
Dozer witnessed the scene of Impact boasting, threatening the noble, and being escorted out by the captain of the Royal Guard himself, Captain Ashford. He growled under his breath. He came a long way's hoping to brawl with him. He finished his drink, dropped the mug on the ground, and stormed out. Hopefully someone other tavern in the city had a fight waiting to happen.
Dozer witnessed the scene of Impact boasting, threatening the noble, and being escorted out by the captain of the Royal Guard himself, Captain Ashford. He growled under his breath. He came a long way's hoping to brawl with him. He finished his drink, dropped the mug on the ground, and stormed out. Hopefully someone other tavern in the city had a fight waiting to happen.
Real Name: Samson Rolands
General Personality: A large hardworking man with a job in producing steam engines. He is of a simple nature and strong will. He likes to share a laugh with people, and relax with a good booze.
Appearance: Tall and muscular, Brown eyes, black hair, usually wears a white sack shirt
Mask and Code Name: "Twilight Whisper" (A tree trunk with a face etched into it)
What Object is your Key: A mallet with a silver head
General Personality: A large hardworking man with a job in producing steam engines. He is of a simple nature and strong will. He likes to share a laugh with people, and relax with a good booze.
Appearance: Tall and muscular, Brown eyes, black hair, usually wears a white sack shirt
Mask and Code Name: "Twilight Whisper" (A tree trunk with a face etched into it)
What Object is your Key: A mallet with a silver head
Alarethian Reunion Grand Council Palace, Rama
An attendant stepped through the massive doorway, and cleared her throat.
"Grand Council, the Arcturans in our sector are attempting to flee, though a cell of loyalists are taking them under their control, and forcing them to their worlds. Also, the Promethians are once again attempting to hail us."
"Yes, Yes, that we know," The king assured, before pressing the same button on his throne used to hail the Arcturans. The hologram popped onto the large wall once more, but instead of a fuming Arcturan man, it was a large Promethian with a helmet completely concealing their face. "Your excellency," Their voice was light, detailing their gender to be female. "I am Rashaana Dus. Queen of the Promethian Rebels. Due to the collapse of the Arcturan Empire, we are aware that it may put you and your people in peril by loose Arcturan fragments seeking to seize power. This puts us a risk too, however, as the space we occupy is in the Larantha Asteroid Belt. With limited resources the old Arcturans could not subdue us, but with a new Arcturan empire seeking to dominate this sector may take those extensive precautions. For all these reasons, I ask that our people become one once more, to retake the worlds Dehaka, Daruk, and Kali, and to force out any Arcturans attempting to invade our sector. Do you accept our offer?" The entire council mumbled amongst themselves as to what to do, and then look at the king for his response.
Very Interested
On second thought, nevermind.
Hey! I'm thinkin' about being a sage. Can I get in on this?
Name: Dozer
Appearance: He has a muscular human body, though the obvious differentiate from humans is that he has the head of a brown bull. He usually wears normal peasant clothes and shin-high boots. Usually he has one or two injuries from time to time to show his "warriorhood", as he calls it, though most of his friends see it as him being reckless. His eyes are white with no pupils, and he has a golden ring of power in his nose.
Personality: He. Can. Fight. He's always getting into tavern brawls with monsters and humans alike, accepting all foes regardless of their size or strength. Even when he's spitting out teeth he seeths with unrelenting determination. Recently, however, he's beginning to doubt himself because of how his violent nature distances him from his friends, though knows his family will always accept him.
He's quick to challenge anybody, and takes almost anything as a challenge.
Bio: Dozer and nobody else in his family have any idea where they came from, whether it was a twisted magical experiment to turn a human into a monster, or if it was a forbidden love between a lonely farmer and a voluptuous cow, or what. What he does know is that he has a lineage to carry on just as his father, grandfather, great grandfather, great great grandfather, great great great great great great great great great great... Well, you get the idea, did as early as they could remember. He became a strong fighter as soon as he was in school, beating up rocks and kids. By the time he was a young adult he was a famous name throughout taverns supporting saturday-night brawling. Everybody loved his fighting spirit and tenacity, though it's slowly becoming his downfall. When he boosted up to bigger opponents, his passion became beatdown after beatdown, with a few single victories giving him determination. But though he never gave up on himself, his friends did. Apothecaries soon tired of having to stitch his bones back together on a daily basis, and people who respected his strength fled once he began losing. He still remains strong, though doubts if he can keep going.
Relations: Almost every tavern in the land knows his name, though only the ones he started out in still acknowledge his existence. However his family supports him all the way.
Skill: He is proficient in hand to hand combat, athletic prowess, and is brimming with a dwindling level of tenacity. Tenacity is a virtue much like determination, though it is entirely focused on combat. It allows him to shrug off physical pain until his body is physically pushed to it's limit, though when it's effects wear off, he'll experience all the pain he would've felt during the fight.
He carries a technique passed through the men of his family for generations; the Bull's charge. He begins running in place to rev up his testosterone, before making a powerful charge straight at his opponent. Unforunately, the Bull's charge is a bit inaccurate, though anything he does ram into will be a critical KO.
Weapon: Nothin' but his fists and his horns
Armour: Armour is for sissies. REAL monsters fight in nothin' but the clothes on their back
Magic: None
Appearance: He has a muscular human body, though the obvious differentiate from humans is that he has the head of a brown bull. He usually wears normal peasant clothes and shin-high boots. Usually he has one or two injuries from time to time to show his "warriorhood", as he calls it, though most of his friends see it as him being reckless. His eyes are white with no pupils, and he has a golden ring of power in his nose.
Personality: He. Can. Fight. He's always getting into tavern brawls with monsters and humans alike, accepting all foes regardless of their size or strength. Even when he's spitting out teeth he seeths with unrelenting determination. Recently, however, he's beginning to doubt himself because of how his violent nature distances him from his friends, though knows his family will always accept him.
He's quick to challenge anybody, and takes almost anything as a challenge.
Bio: Dozer and nobody else in his family have any idea where they came from, whether it was a twisted magical experiment to turn a human into a monster, or if it was a forbidden love between a lonely farmer and a voluptuous cow, or what. What he does know is that he has a lineage to carry on just as his father, grandfather, great grandfather, great great grandfather, great great great great great great great great great great... Well, you get the idea, did as early as they could remember. He became a strong fighter as soon as he was in school, beating up rocks and kids. By the time he was a young adult he was a famous name throughout taverns supporting saturday-night brawling. Everybody loved his fighting spirit and tenacity, though it's slowly becoming his downfall. When he boosted up to bigger opponents, his passion became beatdown after beatdown, with a few single victories giving him determination. But though he never gave up on himself, his friends did. Apothecaries soon tired of having to stitch his bones back together on a daily basis, and people who respected his strength fled once he began losing. He still remains strong, though doubts if he can keep going.
Relations: Almost every tavern in the land knows his name, though only the ones he started out in still acknowledge his existence. However his family supports him all the way.
Skill: He is proficient in hand to hand combat, athletic prowess, and is brimming with a dwindling level of tenacity. Tenacity is a virtue much like determination, though it is entirely focused on combat. It allows him to shrug off physical pain until his body is physically pushed to it's limit, though when it's effects wear off, he'll experience all the pain he would've felt during the fight.
He carries a technique passed through the men of his family for generations; the Bull's charge. He begins running in place to rev up his testosterone, before making a powerful charge straight at his opponent. Unforunately, the Bull's charge is a bit inaccurate, though anything he does ram into will be a critical KO.
Weapon: Nothin' but his fists and his horns
Armour: Armour is for sissies. REAL monsters fight in nothin' but the clothes on their back
Magic: None
Name: Dozer
Appearance: He has a muscular human body, though the obvious differentiate from humans is that he has the head of a brown bull. He usually wears normal peasant clothes and shin-high boots. Usually he has one or two injuries from time to time to show his "warriorhood", as he calls it, though most of his friends see it as him being reckless. His eyes are white with no pupils, and he has a golden ring of power in his nose.
Personality: He. Can. Fight. He's always getting into tavern brawls with monsters and humans alike, accepting all foes regardless of their size or strength. Even when he's spitting out teeth he seeths with unrelenting determination. Recently, however, he's beginning to doubt himself because of how his violent nature distances him from his friends, though knows his family will always accept him.
He's quick to challenge anybody, and takes almost anything as a challenge.
Bio: Dozer and nobody else in his family have any idea where they came from, whether it was a twisted magical experiment to turn a human into a monster, or if it was a forbidden love between a lonely farmer and a voluptuous cow, or what. What he does know is that he has a lineage to carry on just as his father, grandfather, great grandfather, great great grandfather, great great great great great great great great great great... Well, you get the idea, did as early as they could remember. He became a strong fighter as soon as he was in school, beating up rocks and kids. By the time he was a young adult he was a famous name throughout taverns supporting saturday-night brawling. Everybody loved his fighting spirit and tenacity, though it's slowly becoming his downfall. When he boosted up to bigger opponents, his passion became beatdown after beatdown, with a few single victories giving him determination. But though he never gave up on himself, his friends did. Apothecaries soon tired of having to stitch his bones back together on a daily basis, and people who respected his strength fled once he began losing. He still remains strong, though doubts if he can keep going.
Relations: Almost every tavern in the land knows his name, though only the ones he started out in still acknowledge his existence. However his family supports him all the way.
Skill: He is proficient in hand to hand combat, athletic prowess, and is brimming with a dwindling level of tenacity. Tenacity is a virtue much like determination, though it is entirely focused on combat. It allows him to shrug off physical pain until his body is physically pushed to it's limit, though when it's effects wear off, he'll experience all the pain he would've felt during the fight.
He carries a technique passed through the men of his family for generations; the Bull's charge. He begins running in place to rev up his testosterone, before making a powerful charge straight at his opponent. Unforunately, the Bull's charge is a bit inaccurate, though anything he does ram into will be a critical KO.
Weapon: Nothin' but his fists and his horns
Armour: Armour is for sissies. REAL monsters fight in nothin' but the clothes on their back
Magic: None
Appearance: He has a muscular human body, though the obvious differentiate from humans is that he has the head of a brown bull. He usually wears normal peasant clothes and shin-high boots. Usually he has one or two injuries from time to time to show his "warriorhood", as he calls it, though most of his friends see it as him being reckless. His eyes are white with no pupils, and he has a golden ring of power in his nose.
Personality: He. Can. Fight. He's always getting into tavern brawls with monsters and humans alike, accepting all foes regardless of their size or strength. Even when he's spitting out teeth he seeths with unrelenting determination. Recently, however, he's beginning to doubt himself because of how his violent nature distances him from his friends, though knows his family will always accept him.
He's quick to challenge anybody, and takes almost anything as a challenge.
Bio: Dozer and nobody else in his family have any idea where they came from, whether it was a twisted magical experiment to turn a human into a monster, or if it was a forbidden love between a lonely farmer and a voluptuous cow, or what. What he does know is that he has a lineage to carry on just as his father, grandfather, great grandfather, great great grandfather, great great great great great great great great great great... Well, you get the idea, did as early as they could remember. He became a strong fighter as soon as he was in school, beating up rocks and kids. By the time he was a young adult he was a famous name throughout taverns supporting saturday-night brawling. Everybody loved his fighting spirit and tenacity, though it's slowly becoming his downfall. When he boosted up to bigger opponents, his passion became beatdown after beatdown, with a few single victories giving him determination. But though he never gave up on himself, his friends did. Apothecaries soon tired of having to stitch his bones back together on a daily basis, and people who respected his strength fled once he began losing. He still remains strong, though doubts if he can keep going.
Relations: Almost every tavern in the land knows his name, though only the ones he started out in still acknowledge his existence. However his family supports him all the way.
Skill: He is proficient in hand to hand combat, athletic prowess, and is brimming with a dwindling level of tenacity. Tenacity is a virtue much like determination, though it is entirely focused on combat. It allows him to shrug off physical pain until his body is physically pushed to it's limit, though when it's effects wear off, he'll experience all the pain he would've felt during the fight.
He carries a technique passed through the men of his family for generations; the Bull's charge. He begins running in place to rev up his testosterone, before making a powerful charge straight at his opponent. Unforunately, the Bull's charge is a bit inaccurate, though anything he does ram into will be a critical KO.
Weapon: Nothin' but his fists and his horns
Armour: Armour is for sissies. REAL monsters fight in nothin' but the clothes on their back
Magic: None
@Guardian Angel Haruki
I think technology would be limited to medieval era, as I assume it is when humans fought monsters and forced them underground, with evidence being the pictures in the opening slideshow
As for Chara and Asriel I think that they came in a couple hundred years after the monsters were sealed. Where Asgore and Toriel wear clothes that look medieval-ish, while Asriel wears clothes that look more modern.
Even so, I think we should try and steer away from including the main Undertale characters, though we could mention or reference Asgore and Toriel since theyre the king & queen of monsters :)
I think technology would be limited to medieval era, as I assume it is when humans fought monsters and forced them underground, with evidence being the pictures in the opening slideshow
As for Chara and Asriel I think that they came in a couple hundred years after the monsters were sealed. Where Asgore and Toriel wear clothes that look medieval-ish, while Asriel wears clothes that look more modern.
Even so, I think we should try and steer away from including the main Undertale characters, though we could mention or reference Asgore and Toriel since theyre the king & queen of monsters :)
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