KremeSupreme

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

Depending on how close we are to actual Warhammer canon, I dunno if I could play in this. I hardly know a lick of actual Warhammer Lore/Geography.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Indy Cooper

"Layer of frost? How am I supposed to frost these guys when I can't get close without getting shot, and my snowballs cost as much to produce as they're worth..." Calvin looked around the stadium. Aha! He noticed, halfway across the stadium, a fire alarm. He created a path of ice in front of him, which he slid along.

"Cmon!" He called at Yen as he slid past dozens of robots. A giant one that looked like something out of Mechwarrior stepped in his way, and turned to look right at him. Thinking fast, he dropped as he slid right between it's legs, touching both of them to paint them for Yen to see. As his trail of ice melted to a halt, Calvin curled back onto his feet, crouching. Once he reached the end, he hopped and flailed through the air, right as he landed next to the fire alarm. He effortlessly shattered the glass (though he probably should have used the tiny mallet hooked to it) with his bare hand, pulling the alarm. Sprinklers all around the system activated, dousing robots and people all across it. Calvin pinched a small hole in the pipe attaching to the wall, that he saw connect to the sprinkler systems above. He then gently touched his finger against the hole, not only preventing water from spraying out the hole he created, but also lacing all the water that rushed out the sprinklers with low levels of his ki. Not enough to cause harm to the robots, but enough for Ki to vividly see the area around them.

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Hank's rage against the machines continued. By the time, he had killed nearly 30 robots. But those still weren't enough. It took a firm voice from behind Hank to snap him out of his rage.

"Freeze!"

Two cops had pointed guns at Hank from behind. He grunted.

"Cmon guys... Don't you have like, a hundred robots to deal with?"

"We're not dumb enough to square off against them. But we're smart enough to know that just one Nomad is enough for a reward. Drop your weapon, and come with u--"

Both cops were shot by a single robot that had snuck up behind them. It aimed it's gun at hank, who improvised by throwing his Cleaverblade right in it's head. The robot fell to the ground. Hank retrieved his Cleaverblade, and ran towards the exit. Looking outside the glass doors, however, he saw an entire garrison of police officers had been placed. They likely wouldn't even bother going in there; It was a slaughterhouse. They'd just leave it up to dozens of Nomads to take care of the mess, then come in and escort people out. But if Hank, a wanted criminal went out there, they'd likely recognize him and shoot him on sight! He shouldn've known better than to hunt down the Chupacabra... In a wildlife reserve... With a dozen endangered Golden Bengals... Hank ran into the bathroom, and hopped out the window instead. He sneaked away from the police, as best someone with his gear could. Once he was a good distance away from the Stadium, he just returned to walking casually.

Alright, since shit was going down in Rio, it was time to bail. Honestly, he thought something like this would've happened at a fighting tournament with so many powerful Nomads. His best bet was to hop on a bus outta town. He saw one, with nobody around it. Hank casually sat down, waiting for the bus to come. He atleast managed to pocket enough change before his stand blew up.

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Ivory sat upright at a mahogany table, in a featureless box room. A man in a black suit wearing sunglasses walked in, and sat opposite from her.

"Good afternoon, miss Ivory. I take it you're doing well?"

"Yes. Thank you for asking."

"Good to hear that. Have you been told yet?"

"I have not received any extraordinary information, no."

The man opened his suitcase. "Well then. I guess I'll tell you. Our latest "toy", SYM-04, has gone AWOL."

"And you wish for me to find him?"

"Well... Not yet, anyway. You're just filling in his position."

"Position?"

"Yes. He was reserved to be a field model, but... Now that he's gone... For the time being, you have the option to... "fill in" for him, you get what I mean?"

"You are going to kill him."

"Eh... Yes... We're... gonna deal with him in time... Anyway, if you're interested in... getting more sunlight, you know, you can."

"Thank you very much. I accept your offer."

"Great! I'll let 'em know. You can head back to your room now, we'll let you know when you're on your first actual field assignment. You excited?"

"I am overjoyed."

"Um... Yeah... I'll keep in touch."

The man left the room. Ivory sighed as she stood up and left out the same door. She had returned to her quarters, very upkept and orderly. She knelt down in front of a tall shelf, with dozens of books lined up. She searched for the book she was currently reading; Which was absent from it's spot. Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and sighed in mild disgruntlement.

"Yes, Haunt?"

She stood up and turned around. Haunt was present, an extremely tall and slender figure, with one diamond-shaped eye that stared directly at what would have been her face. In one of it's long arms, it's clawed hand held her book out to her. She took it from her.

"Thank you, Haunt. Now return to your chamber before the guards see you've escaped."

Haunt tilted her head.

"Yes... That is a command.

Her face glew orange for a moment, as did Haunt's eye. Haunt turned invisible, and Regalia heard it clamber back up the vent it crawled through.

Ivory sighed, and returned to her armchair. She pressed a button of a radio on the table next to it, and it started to play calming, ocean sounds. Regalia opened the copy of Frankenstein, and continued where she left off.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Here's my fourth character. I'll probably wait awhile or maybe even kill off one of my existing characters before I post another one.

SYM-99-A

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⦋ 9 || N/A || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

From a distance, Regalia seems to be a young woman wearing a white flowing dress. She stands at 6"3', and weighs only 110 lbs. Yet up close, her unnatural nature becomes apparent; Her skin is covered in plates of biotic armor like all Symbiotes, with several strands of white silk flowing from her waist down. Her featureless face has a small bump sticking out from her forehead, only 3 inches long. Where he cheeks would be, there are unnatural indendations. Beneath her armor, her skin is morbid and pale. From the back of her head, white hair,
the same material as her "dress", flows down until it meets up with the rest of her "dress".

PERSONALITY TRAITS

-Calm
-Tranquil
-Docile
-Wise
-Graceful
-Empathetic

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Horizon Frontiers broke history when it made the first fully-functional Symbiote. However, after producing hundreds of the same type of creature with only marginal differences, Horizon the decided to go above and beyond, making entirely unique Symbiotes, in what the Foundation knew as The Pioneer Decade, 10 years of production focused entirely on advanced Symbiotes, which resulted in Five Symbiotes, which would be known as The Pioneers. They proved incredibly strong to all other Symbiotes previously made, given the classification of Scion. However, they were even more so aggressive than normal Symbiotes, and could not be controlled, rejecting AI's that were implanted into them. CLASSIFIED. The five were then placed in Horizon Frontier's bottom containment vaults, until more advanced control methods were developed.
Due to increasing logistical errors, such a feat could not be pulled off. Now, making a single Scion-class Symbiote takes 3 years, if production goes well.
Horizon Frontiers attempted to find the retired Doctor Sid, CLASSIFIED
, who was never heard from afterwards. However, when they tracked down his last location, a laboratory in Finland, they found two things: One, that the doctor had died of old age, and that he had created his own Symbiote, Regalia.


CLASSIFIED

Regalia defied several expectations of Symbiotes by Horizon Frontiers; She was non-aggressive, had advanced mental development, and could even communicate. She was then taken into the custody of Horizon Frontiers, where she would be protected and studied. She then revealed the most baffling of her abilities,
the power to control other Symbiotes, even The Pioneers, who were thought incapable. Capable of coordinating them to fight together, She was charged with leading them as a specialized strike force, intended to hunt down high interest targets for Horizon Frontiers.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Regalia herself does not fight; She has a team of Scion-class Symbiotes, The Pioneers, that fight for her. Yet to effectively control them, she must be within their range, meaning that she has to appear in their battles personally. Each Symbiote requires focus to use efficiently, making attacks with all of them at once very difficult. However, for a short period of time, one of her minions may "Champion" her, in which she temporarily leaves the battlefield, and they take her place. No specials may be performed, other than with the current Champion, and each Pioneer has different stats for basic attacks.

The Pioneers

SYM-35 "Powersaw"

Powersaw

Powersaw was made for use for cutting heavy metals with it's four blades, that may be spun to create a sawblade. However, as most Symbiotes are violent, he was outfitted more for combat once Regalia came about. Powersaw is the master of combo's, as his saws can easily chain combos, especially if they're all used in conjuction. However he is the second slowest of The Pioneers, as even his basic attacks are slow.

■ Dismember

Powersaw lunges in and stabs his opponent with all for of his blades. He will then pull his hands apart,
causing a violent burst of damage.

■ Sawblades

Powersaw revs one of his blades above Regalia, dealing a quick combo of damage.

■ Spinner Throw

Powersaw chucks one of his (spinning) blades at the opponent. Essentially the same as Sawblades,
but with less power at a range.

■ Anatomic Dissection

Powersaw swings a deft strike at his opponent, dealing damage in a foward arc. This move can be chained up to four times.

SYM-69 "Tortuga"

Tortuga

Tortuga is the largest Symbiote created so far. About the size of a shed, the massive Symbiote was created for the purpose of heavy lifting, but was outfitted even bulkier once Regalia began training hmi for battle. He has the hardest and thickest shell of all the Pioneers, making him the hardest to take down. However his speed is abysmal, and takes a full second just to perform a basic attack. Yet his attacks are hard-hitting and powerful, and have a wide reach. His ultimate weakness, however, is that Regalia will be unable to effectivey block if he is in Knockout.

■ Seismic Pound

Tortuga stomps on the ground, causing two rocks to launch into the air, one heavy and up close, and the other lighter but stretches farther. The heavy one will stagger the opponent, while the smaller one will only flinch them.

■ Bear Hug

Tortuga grapples the opponent, squeezing them tightly with both arms, and then dropping them onto the ground.

■ Symbiotic Shield

Tortuga stands in front of Regalia with his arms and legs crunched, protecting her and himself from all damage for 3 seconds.

■ Tornado Haymaker

Tortuga lunges forward with his fist. If it hits the opponent early on, it will send them flying backwards. If it's near the end of the move, it will just knock them down. Tortuga will be unusable for six seconds afterwards.

SYM-29 "Ricochet"

Ricochet

The most aggressive yet earliest of The Pioneers, Ricochet is the group's speed demon. She's capable of activating her adrenaline glands, causing her to move so fast she turns into a blur. Yet her attacks take the longest to cool down, as exhausting her Adrenaline leaves her tired until she can build it up again. Yet her ultimate use is that she has the furthest range of all Pioneers, due to how fast she can move.

■ Dart Sprint

Ricochet sprints so fast that she's seen as nothing more than a blurred line. If she hits the opponent,
she will cause them to flinch.

■ Machine Gun Fist

Ricochet deals eight extremely weak basic attacks. This attack cannot be blocked, but only flinches the opponent,

■ High Jump Knee

Lunging from beneath Regalia, Ricochet shoots upwards, attempting to ram her knee into the opponent.
If this attack is successful, it will knock them into the air.

■ Quick Parry

Ricochet lunges in front of Regalia at lightning speeds, parrying the opponents next attack, if any.

SYM-45 "Haunt"

Haunt

Tall and Slender, Haunt's original purpose was espionage and assassination missions. She looks exactly like the thing a kid would cry about hiding in their closet. She has the abilities to cloak, extend claws, and eject a circular trunk from her mouth. Haunt's ability's encompass unexpected and ranged strikes from behind Regalia, rather than in front of, making her harder to be disabled. Haunt only Champions Regalia when she needs to finish off her opponent, as Haunt is even more fragile than she is.

■ Shadow in the Dark

Haunt leans from behind Regalia, striking a cone-shaped claw attack at the opponent

■ Horrifying Crawl

Haunt skitters like an insect across the floor, dealing damage if she brushes against the opponent.
However attacks against Haunt will deal triple damage in this form, enough to put her in Knockout.

■ Melting Spit

Charging for a moment, Haunt spits a blob of acid at the enemy. This attack has a relatively short range, but will deal damage over time.

■ Feast

Haunt attempts to grapple the foe. If successful, she ejects her secret mouth, which she will then attach to the opponent to suck them of their ki.

SYM-09 "Commando"

Commando

Commando is the most generalist of The Pioneers. He has no special quirk like the others, but he makes up with strength, defense, and speed far exceeding other Symbiotes. Strangely, he is the most capable of operating completely alone, without Regalia's influence, hence his name. He most commonly Champions Regalia, due to his well-balance. However, when he's in Knockout, she's often on the ropes, as none of the other Pioneers are as versatile.

■ Onslaught Pummel

Commando lunges in front of Regalia, inflicting four punches at the opponent. They simply flinch the opponent, and deal less-than-average damage for a Special.

■ Elbow Drop

Commando lunges from above to perform an Elbow drop on the opponent. If the attack hits, it will knock them to the ground.

■ Keep-Away

Commando lunges forward, grabbing his opponent if he can. When he does, he carries them for the rest of his charge. This move deals no damage, and is only intended to provide space for Regalia.

■ Knee

Commando grabs the opponent, and slams their forehead against his knee.

SUPER MOVES

■ Power Slam

Tortuga grabs the opponent by the throat, and tosses them up into the air. When they come back down,
he grabs the opponent by the face, and hurls them against the side of the stage.

■ Fist of a Thousand Blows

Ricochet sprints at a normal speed towards the opponent. They will then punch the opponent with 100 weak attacks.

■ Queen's Crusade

ALL of the Pioneers lunge for an attack. First, Haunt appears behind the opponent and scratches them.
Then, Ricochet runs up and delivers three kicks, followed by Powersaw appearing behind the opponent and cutting all four of his spinning blades at the opponent. Then, commando will ram his shoulder into them, sending them flying into Tortuga's open hand, who will grab them by the back of the head and slam them into the ground so hard that it shatters. However, once this attack finishes, all Pioneers will be unavailable for ten seconds,
leaving Regalia vulnerable.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Regalia herself is abysmal in personal combat. Aside from low-range, low damage basic moves, she has absolutely no personal defense, relying entirely on her minions to keep her safe. Also, if her minions Champion her too much, they might all be in Knockout, leaving her completely defenseless. The same goes if she tries to chain their specials in too short a burst.

OTHER

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CLASSIFIED.

Warhammer Fantasy - Call of Chaos

The Paganlands

NAME: Elven Paganlands

OVERVIEW:
West of the Elven Forests are the Paganlands, a stark contrast to the beautiful groves and meadows, instead filled with infested wealds and misty taiga's. The Paganlands were once the grand and majestic land of Lomillar before being corrupted by The Pagans, otherworldly malevolent forest spirits. The Wood Elves currently living in Lomillar were thus bound to their service, for promise of great power. Now, that the Paganlands have bolstered, a great crusade against the outside world is bound to occur.

RACE AND CULTURE:
The main races of the Paganlands are the Pagan Elves and Furbolgs, though outcasted and criminalized members of all races may walk amongst the various Circles.

The Paganlands worship Pagans, alien spirits of Chaos that have overwhelmed and devoured the Spirits of Lomillar, taking their places as the Forest's guardians. While the old spirits were kind and benevolent, the Pagans were harsh and selective, electing only their most devout worshippers power. Each Pagan varies in power, with a Circle, an entire tribe of Pagan Elves or Furbolgs, that worship and serve them.

Pagan Elves were once Wood and High Elves, until the Touch of the Pagans permanently scarred them, warping their mind and contaminating their soul. Nearly all Pagan Elves are insane by the standards of most mortals. While most of them are naturally born, hundreds are made each year as entire pilgrimages of outcasted Elves journey to the Paganlands. Pagan Elves need not be naturally born. So long as an Elf submits to the power of the Pagan, they will be born once the Paganistic power corrupts their soul and mind.

Furbolgs are bearlike Beastmen, once peaceful, until the day the Pagans came and devoured the forest spirits. Since then, the jovial Furbolgs have become grief-filled and angry, grinding away at their axes. Yet despite their hatred for The Pagans, they can do naught but heed their will, as they pledged their lives to the Forest Guardians, which, technically, the Pagans have become.

GOVERNMENT:
The Paganlands are divided into individual Circles, all bound by a treaty. The Head Shaman of each Circle has leadership of each circle, though as long as a member of the circle can overpower the current Head Shaman, it is declared that their Pagan was in their favor, and they are given new rulership. Should one Circle go to war with another, the first Pagans themselves battle in The Warp. Should a Shaman of either circle be killed, the Pagan they respect will suffer a backlash, as they devote much of their power into their followers. Yet if one Pagan defeats another, the power of their Shamans will weaken significantly. Usually when a circle is defeated, all members are slaughtered without mercy. If absolutely no followers of a Pagan are alive, they will fade into nothingness.

The sovereign body of the Paganlands goes to the Circle of the strongest of the Pagans, known as the Apex. The current Apex is Ysolnir, the devourer, a massive beast that continuously feasts on bloodshed and sacrifice. His Shaman, Irrich, has been pressured by him to carry out a crusade to continue his blissful feasting.

INDUSTRY:
In the days of Lomillar, nonindustrialization was acceptable, as the forest spirits generously contributed to the well-groomed forests. Yet with the dark and nearly impartial Pagans, the entirety of the Paganlands is in a severe depression. Most structures more formidable than a ramshackle hut are abandoned fortresses. Farming is practically impossible, as the Pagans constantly devour life from the earth. Most food sources are from hunting the aggressive wildlife, or picking small berries. Some Furbolg tribes also practice cannibalism of defeated duelists for delicacies.

The only real way to attain resources beyond the scarcity of the Paganlands, Pagans occasionally provide resources in return for sacrifices, be it of their own followers or prisoners of war.

MAGIC:
Lore of Shadow
Lore of Death
Lore of Beasts(Furbolgs only)
Daemonology -- Pagans

MILITARY:
The Pagan army's lower and more plentiful ranks are more adaptive in surviving landscapes, making it easier for them to hold down positions in natural environments over fortifying cities and fortresses. Many of the Core soldiers are weaker than most other armies, and less plentiful. The reason for such is that Pagan Daemonology requires sacrifice, be it of their men or others, to make contracts with Pagans that grant them the ability to manifest in the physical world.

Without Pagans, however, Pagan armies are still plenty capable. Their mortal soldiers often break conventions of others of their type, such as Dark Rangers, with more melee power for less infantry, or the Werebear Barbarian, which gives up its clarity and thought for raw power. A weakness of the Pagan army is it's reluctance to retreat and be controlled, as several soldiers live for the chaos of battle, making what would be small defeats for other armies into catastrophic failure on the Pagan armies.

Core:
-Dark Ranger
Plentiful ranged units, which give up some of the power other armies' ranged units possess, in exchange for melee strength and stealth.
-Crazy
In their normal state, Crazy's are weaker than the average soldier, due to their poor armaments. Yet they can enter a battle fury, surrendering mental control for speed and strength.
-Mara Cavalry
In the Paganlands, Mara's were once proud and majestic horses, until the Pagans warped them into bloodthirsty predators that eat flesh. They are difficult to control, and hard to mobilize after the intial charge as the Mara gorges on fresh corpses, while the rider attempts to stab enemies with a spear.
-Mara Archer
Riders of Mara's trained not to devour flesh. They shoot arrows at a distance. However, once the rider dies, the Mara gives in to it's instinct, charging across the field to consume flesh.
-Black Hound
Wolves that have been warped by the Pagans dark power. Each Black Hound provides a morale bonus to all Black Hounds near it. If a large enough pack forms, then they'll create a fast-moving swarm.
-Heretic
The Heretic specializes in demoralizing the foe through shouting obsceneties towards the gods. They are exceptionally vulnerable, as many devout soldiers are more than willing to slit their tongues.

Elite:
-Cultist of War
The first Caster of the Pagan Armies. The victims of this soldier are sent directly to his master, earning him more favor as a battle continues. However, they start off weak early on, meaning they either end up trampled as the first blood, or a god on the battlefield.
-Child of Black Soil
Those who are buried in the Paganlands blighted soil do not stay dead. They return from the other side, having visited the Pagans, acting in thrall to send them a feast. They are slow and extremely durable, and should they die, they will spawn a Shambler, a root of Paganic flesh that grapples any who come near.
-Blight
A Treant, once proud and mighty, stripped of it's soul, rudely replaced by a Pagan. Mushrooms and dead bark cover them, making them slow but durable. The more damage they take, the faster yet softer they become as iron and fire tears towards their exposed bark.
-Furbolg Barbarian
A holy warrior sent from the Furbolg Tribes. They can tap into their inner rage, charging into the enemy column with no control.
-Furbolg Shaman
A Druid of the Furbolg who reveres the Pagans. Whether exiled or willingly left their tribes to fight for a Pagan, they are able to induce other soldiers into mindless battle rage, as well as summoning their corrupted ancestors.

Rare:
-Champion of the Pagans
A knight who swears loyalty to the Pagans. He can cast an assortment of abilities, and possesses high defense and power. He has abysmal speed, however.
-Pagan Brute
A lesser Pagan summoned to the battlefield in the form of a bearlike monstrosity. After slaughtering a fixed number of units, he will return to the Warp.
-Elder Blight
One of the Treant Kings, possessed by a Pagan. Like the lesser Blight, it has high defense, yet also has spikes protruding from it's skin, damaging any who harm it.
-Black Golem
A golem summoned from the black soil of the Paganlands, If killed, it has a chance of dropping anywhere between 1 and 3 Children of Black Soil.
-Black Hound Alpha
A Black Hound that has asserted itself as an alpha. In battle, it provides an even greater ferocity to other Black Hounds. Yet should it come across another Black Hound Alpha, the two and their packs will instantly fight each other.

Lords:
-Pagan Knight
A Pagan summoned to the physical world in the form of a menacing knight atop a Giant Mare. While it has devastating attack and defense, should it not be in the front lines for too long it will attempt to devour soldiers of it's own side.
-Psychopath
A Crazy who has survived far too many battles to be considered mortal. When it enters it's battle frenzy, all nearby Crazy's also enter, creating a massive, unstoppable horde.
-Shadow Assassin
An assassin born in shadows. They are capable of turning into mist and reappearing in an area where convenient. While they are powerful and quick, they are incapable of surviving one on one combat.
-Paganmaster
A Shaman who has tricked two lesser Pagans to his will, turning them into two Pagan Brutes. However he dies, the Pagans will take revenge upon their own armies. When no "friendly" soldiers are within short range of them, they will return to the warp.
-Furbolg Warlord
One of the Furbolgs chieftans, wielding two spears. Capable of activating a "Last Stand" stance, where they do not move, but gain a significant damage and defense boost. When they enter Last Stand, they die regardless in 30 seconds.

Heroes:
-Master Shaman
The leader of a Shamanic Circle, who takes to the battlefield for the Pagans. They can cast practically any spell within the Pagan Daemonology school.
-Speaker of the New Gods
A man who permits his voice to be used by the Pagans. While he has abysmal combat stats, he occasionally casts a Pagan Spell. He has absolutely no control over this ability, and many spells harm as much as they help.
-Pagan Avatar
A follower of a Greater Pagan who allows his body to be a vessel to his master. They take the form of a tall, lean monstrosity, wielding a massive sword capable of slicing a hole through enemy ranks.

Named Characters:
-Irrich the Clare: General of the Pagan armies, who possesses an unnatural clarity amongst Pagan Elves. While several of his equals talk behind his back, he is respected as the best military genius to carry out the inevitable conquest.
-Tanglebane: Once king of the Treants, Tanglebane is a pessimistic Blight, who passes by his boredom through killing those who enter his domain.
-Eireth of Sprawl: Queen of Sprawl, an overgrown city that is continuously being reclaimed by nature, despite the best efforts of the Pagan Elves to survive. Yet despite her city's state, she has claimed dominance over a single Blight, which begrudgingly carries her upon its head.
-Duth Rageheart: The prophet of the Furbolgs, believing that "rage shall set us free".
-Samia The Shifter: The master assassin of the Paganlands. Myths state that she can quite literally turn into shadow.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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SYM-04's carnage continued within the stadium. He howled as he tore through both robots and people, occasionally KO'ing an unexpecting Nomad and draining them of their Ki.

"Freeze!" A voice shouted.

Four Nomads had surrounded SYM-04, crunching their fists into their palms.

"You're rampage stops here, you freak!"

All four of them lunged towards the Symbiote, Who charged his claws as he spun ina complete circle, tearing into each of their abdomens, knocking them back. His claws vibrated as they absorbed the Ki they stole, feeding them into his body. All four of the Nomads lay on the ground, clutching their clawed bellies. SYM-04 shrieked towards the air in victory, as his tail extended and grabbed one of his "attackers" by the Neck, lifting them off the ground as it drained every ounce of ki from their body.

"My goodness..." Mikhail said as he witnessed the massacre take place, he was pushed back a bit by Sage's hand. The Angel figured this was one of the more advanced machines... capable of draining someone's light. It was frightening. Sage had no choice.

"Mikhail, get back, I'll handle this." They said, as they narrowed their eyes at the beast.

Their wings sprouted from their back, and they leaped high up into the air assisted by their wings, and they manifested a bow and arrow made out of light. They shot the arrow square at the machine's back, hoping to get the drop on it, and destroy it before anyone else had to die.

SYM-04 abruptly dropped his prey as he felt something shock his back. He turned backwards, and saw a human holding a bow, hovering with wings of... Pure... ki... flaunting it at him...

SYM-04 bounded towards Sage, and lunged into the air with a shriek, his ki-draining claws outstretched as he swiped at them. The Angel let out a slight gasp as they used their bow as a defacto shield, parrying the claws with ease, before kicking the robot away. SYM-04 hit the ground with a loud CLUNK. He got back up, and thrusted his tail towards the Angel, wrapping it around their waist and slamming them into the ground. SYM-04 then leapt into the air, claws out, as he descended onto his opponent.

The Angel thought quickly, as this was no ordinary machine. It was coming right for Sage...What if they gave it something else to land on? Sage materialized their spear straight up, so the machine had nothing to look forward to other than death. SYM-04 groaned as he impaled himself on the holy spear. He stood a single foot from Sage, his claws hanging at his sides. For a moment, time slowed down for SYM-04. But then, reality came screaming back to him, as he grabbed Sages spear with a powerful shriek, lifted them off the ground by their spear and tossed them to the side. SYM-04 fell down to one knee as he covered both ends of the hole with his hands to stop his dark-brown vitriol from gushing out. He growled silently to himself, draining the ki from the spear in his chest. He roared loudly as he infused his fists with Ki, ripped off the armor on his thighs, and tore them into wide, flat sheets of metal, which he slapped over both ends of his wound, and used his Ki to weld them, screaming the whole time. He then looked Sage straight in the eye.

"I HAD WORSE." his distorted robotic voice bellowed.

"That's what they all say..." Sage narrowed their eyes, and created another spear of light. "... Before they are punished by the lord's light."

The ambiguous Angel lunged forward, and used their entire body to throw their spear at SYM-04. The spear swung so fast, it was like a disk. Sym-04 hopped over the spear, curling up his tail. He sprinted towards Sage, and performed a low sweep, followed by a ln uppercut right in their chin.

"I FEAR NO LIGHT" SYM-04 retorted. He once again attempted to wrap his tail around Sage, trying to drain her of ki. However, what the robot didn't account for was for the spear coming back to Sage like a boomerang. It went straight for SYM-04's back. He shrieked as it hit him in the back, letting go of Sage with whatever ki he managed to drain. The spear faded as Sage materialized one singular blade, and charged SYM-04. They swung their blade, aiming at it's face. SYM-04 roughly grabbed her sword, and absorbed it's ki. He then charged his fist with that ki, and slammed it right into Sage's cheek, sending her to the ground. SYM-04 ejected both claws, crackling with ki, raising them over his head. Just as he was going to tear them into the Angel beneath them, three bullets streaked by his head. He saw the familiar armor of the Horizon Frontier guards that had never strayed too far, making sure he was doing everything he could. He roared as he sprinted towards them, and swiped his claws, cutting a deep hole in both of their chests, sending them flying to the ground. Those were only two. He had eight. He glared at his foe from behind his visor, as he bounded like a predator towards the exit, and fled into the streets of Rio.

The fight Sage got into was interrupted by armed men. They kept their blade in hand, but the machine ran off. They were tempted to chase after it, but they had to make sure the people in the stadium were safe. .

Four guards ran up and examined their dead comrades. Then they looked at Sage.

"Don't worry ma'am. We'll track that thin-- I mean guy! Track that guy down. We advise you leave the stadium immediately."

"No..." Sage replied. "I must protect the people who have not escaped yet."

Sage created a spear made out of light, as they turned around to witness the anarchy getting much worse. They had a plan in mind, but they were not sure if it would be effective if attention fell on them.

Two of the guards looked at each other, and nodded. "Alright, we will permit you to stay so you can try and help. Can we atleast get your name?"

"... Sage Pimm." Sage replied, as they generated wings out of light, and leaped up into the air. They were above most humans to begin with, so they didn't need "permission." That said, it probably reassured them.

As soon as they were out of sight, the guards left. "Let's find that damned thing. I'll be sure to report her to the higher-ups".

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SYM-24 "Horizon Rider"

"Unit SYM-24 Online."

"Loading File SYM-24.hfe." _____________________________________________________ NAME: HORIZON RIDER _______________________________________________ EPITHET: FALSE HERO _______________________________________________ AGE: 2 years _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: Interchangeably He/Him, They/Them, It _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 6’4” _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 560 lbs. _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Horizon Frontiers _______________________________________________ LIKES: Fighting _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Public Attention

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OVERVIEW

"Beginning Unit Abstract."
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APPEARANCE

"Projecting Visual Metrics..."
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On the surface, Horizon Rider makes good on his namesake, appearing as a dark bluish-green suit of advanced armor, with a dome-helmet completely concealing his face. Compared to on-brand Justice Rider models, his armor is much more plated, almost-scaled in appearance. His appearance was specifically designed to evoke official Justice Rider aesthetic and iconography to earn appeal with the public, while still allowing for utility and invoking menace.

However, on closer inspection Horizon Rider appears much more insidious and biological. What should be the motor-servos between his limb joints are dark-red banded steel, more similar to muscle than actual mechanical contraption. His hands end in monstrous talons, and his feet are two-toed with a backwards third toe. While these could be written off as stylistic choices, it definitely fills a sense of uncanny dread to anyone who examines the unit too closely.

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Opening ‘behavioral_aberrances.hfe’..."
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It’d be forgivable to assume that Horizon Rider was actually a robot, given their quiet and stunted mannerisms. Outside of a fight they’re incredibly silent, stoic, and virtually immobile. They wouldn’t even respond to casual banter or even small talk that serves no importance or value to them. It’s hard to draw the line where Horizon Frontiers’ conditioning begins and the actual genetic creature they developed begins. If provided with an objective or an order, they will pursue it with brute simplicity, accomplishing it in the most direct way possible.

In combat is when Horizon Rider truly comes alive. When engaging in a fight, Horizon Rider becomes incredibly focused, animalistic, and sadistic, toying with their opponent as a predator would their prey. They’ll give an opponent the illusion of a fighting chance just to shatter it, slowly wear them down until they’re aware of their own helplessness, circle around before going in for the kill

Part of Horizon Rider’s conflicting nature is the juxtaposition between Horizon Frontiers’ programming and constant control of him and his own instinctual, bestial nature. The Brazil fighting cup brings them no shortage of frustration, having to stand and pose in front of crowds when they wouldn’t hesitate to rip someone’s head off for staring them in the eye. Yet, in an attempt to maintain their public appeal, Horizon Rider is occasionally forced to engage in awkward gestures, such as a thumbs up or posing for a photo.

BACKSTORY

"Opening ‘project overview.hfe’..."
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Horizon Frontiers is one of the world’s leading medical and genetic research firms, dedicating all of it’s resources to studying the human body and unlocking the secret to the human potential. As far as the public is concerned, they’re a philanthropic foundation, distributing free gene treatments and medical prosthetics to those in need across the world, including those wounded in active conflict. With clinics and operations all across the globe, Horizon’s made well on their mission goal of “Curing All Humanity”. However, underneath their clean sanitized public image, Horizon Frontiers is an insidious organization that performs all sorts of inhumane experiments in the name of mastering the mysterious, esoteric force known as Ki. Anything that would provide a leg-up in their objective, say, the Power Stone, is something they will pursue to the ends of the earth to collect.

Upon discovery that the prize of the World Fighting Carnival would be one such Power Stone, Horizon Frontiers immediately locked their crosshairs on the event, trying to obtain it as discreetly and swiftly as possible. Smash-and-Grab was off-the-menu, as the greatest fighters all across the world had come to the event, and Horizon Frontiers was hardly the only organization interested in such an artifact. They couldn’t buy it either, as the prize was quite literally priceless. The best method was to simply enter their own combatant and win the stone legitimately.

For two years, Horizon Frontiers had dedicated all of it’s best available resources into the project to create a fighter strong enough to seize the stone. All of its’ Headquarters had pooled their rarest resources and got to work on “Project Horizon Rider”.

The World Fighting Carnival was a public venue, watched by thousands of people in person and broadcast all across the world to millions, so not only did the subject have to be powerful and efficient, but also had to be appealing to the public masses. To accomplish this endeavor, the subject was aesthetically designed after the popular media franchise “Justice Riders”, their entire body covered in a stylized suit of armor to hide their true form.

After two years of hard work and corporate extortion, Horizon Rider was born, a pure beast of battle in the guise of a noble hero of science.

The unit was developed with two goals in mind. One, win the tournament and acquire the Power Stone through legitimate means. And two, engage in combat with various martial arts experts and provide valuable combat data to Horizon Frontiers for future endeavors.

The project was overseen by Ulric Dotair throughout it’s two-year development. In the tournament proper, they will be observed by two Horizon Personnel on the scene, who will both collect combat data and report any aberrances.

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

"Target Identified. Beginning Combat Sequence."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Beginning Combat Maneuvers."
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Horizon Rider was designed as the pinnacle of technology and biology. As such, their fighting style is not only incredibly strong and potent, but also skilled and calculated. They combine both traditional fighting methods with an entire arsenal of implanted weapons and devices. In a fight, they’ll tend to at-first rely on traditional moves and basic attacks, then bring out the big guns and attempt brute-forcing their way past the opponent if they are sufficiently challenged.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Deploying Arsenal."
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■ Bio-Blast

Deploying Concentrated Bio-Energy Attack.
Horizon Rider’s arm sculpts and transforms into a laser cannon, which then charges and fires a bolt of his own Ki at the opponent. This attack can be charged for an additional time for a more deadly attack, generating a bolt larger than his own upper body, which will violently explode upon impact.

■ Bio-Blade

Activating Lethal Measures.
Horizon Rider ejects a blade of pure energy from his wrists, able to cut through virtually any inorganic material like a knife through butter. The only defensive measure against this attack is the Ki of an opposing fighter, which will instead reduce it to severe cuts and burns on contact. Maintaining these blades for longer than a brief moment is an incredible waste of energy, however.

■ Rider Stomp

Mimicking Iconic Maneuver.
In a darker twist on the iconic Justice Rider move, Horizon Rider kicks downwards into an opponent, stomping on them. The attack is typically reserved for downed/defeated opponents as a finishing move, though Horizon Rider is able to utilize this with a jump, performing a sort of meteor kick.

■ Tail Lash

Extending Stinger Appendage.
An incredibly long and thin, yet incredibly dense wire extends from behind Horizon Rider’s waist, fully-controlled and maneuverable, serving as an additional appendage. The tail can perform a variety of attacks, from stinging and shocking the opponent to flailing wildly like a whip, spacing out an entire zone around Horizon Rider directly. Unfortunately, the tail is relatively fragile and easy to break or sever.

■ Ampule-Deployment

Recuperating Energy… Repairing Biological Trauma…
Horizon Rider is implanted with a reserve of Horizon Frontiers’ healing serum, a liquid that reinvigorates the body and can even quickly regenerate moderate-to-severe trauma such as lacerations and broken bones. When activated, Horizon Rider will experience a second-wind, recovering his energy and healing damage suffered. It still has limits as to what it will heal, though, and Horizon Rider only has a select amount that has to periodically be refilled.

■ Acid Spit

Deploying Acidic Surprise.
An underhanded and often-unexpected attack, Horizon Rider’s helmet briefly cracks open revealing a toothed maw, which will quickly fire a projectile spit at the opponent. Not only is the acid extremely caustic and able to melt through skin, but it will also quickly harden and stick, binding the effected limb. Most of the move’s utility is that it’s unexpected, and so an opponent that experienced it before will be well-armed to expect and avoid it. A second time.

SUPER MOVES

"Extreme Measures Unlocked."
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■ Bio-Beam

Bio-Cannon Charged to 200%.
Horizon Rider creates his arm cannon, and instead charges and fires a massive beam of energy, creating an overwhelmingly powerful attack. For a brief moment afterwards, Horizon Rider is unable to deploy any other Bio-moves.

■ Berserker Mode

Artificial Limitations Removed. DIE.
Horizon Rider kicks his entire body into overdrive, causing his entire body to tense and glow with sickly green veins as his entire body is pumped full of stimulant serum. In this state Horizon Rider becomes incredibly aggressive, yet also far faster and stronger. He’s generally unable to use any special maneuvers, instead unleashing pure animalistic instinct as he tears his opponent to ribbons.

■ Blade of Justice’s Bane

Deploying Ultimate Countermeasure.
Horizon Rider hypercharges one of his wristblades until it’s larger than his entire body, then delivers a single devastating swing. Not only is the attack itself perilously lethal, but the energy offshoot will travel a short distance, hitting anything that would delude itself into thinking it’s at a safe distance.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Caution: Unit has known limitations."
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Despite Horizon Rider’s all-around combat perfection, they are a high-maintenance project, constantly requiring attention and routine upkeep to keep at top-performance. Many of their attacks are also incredibly costly and difficult to use, making prolonged encounters difficult. Finally, they were designed for the Brazil-Fighting cup, in which most combat is limited to a single fight, making them difficult at anything more complex.

OTHER

"Unit Abstract Complete."
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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

CALVIN PATCH NOTES:
-Style Revamped: Calvin now focuses on powerful yet slow basic attacks, with several of his special abilities designed to slow or outright freeze his opponents. However he is horrible at performing combos.
-Removed Blizzard Breath, Backhand, and Echo Clap.
-Added Slide: A move that allows Calvin to slide a short distance towards his opponent, creating a trail of ice spots that will slow the opponent if they walk over it. See Calvin's sheet for more details.
-Added Frost Punch: An attack that will deal damage and slow the opponent, with three levels of power.
-Added Chill Poke: A fast, weak move that will slow his opponent.
-Avalanche Sprint has been replaced with Avalanche Roll; Calvin will build up a large snowball around himself. When he chooses, he may roll towards the opponent. See Calvin's sheet for more details.
-Frost Snap has been replaced with Igloo: Calvin creats a dome of ice around himself, which he will quickly regenerate up to a max of 25% of his health within. However the opponent may easily smash it in a few hits, yet Calvin may errupt it and freeze any nearby opponents for 5 seconds.

JEREMY HALVIT/SYM-04 PATCH NOTES:
-Style Revamped: SYM-04's special abilities are scarce and powerful; His primary dependency is his grabs and normal attacks.
-Several Moves have been re-flavoured from Tail to his Claws.
-SYM-04 now has Scorpion Stab, a move that allows him to perform attacks while blocking.
-SYM-04's super moves have been revamped to Ki Harvest and a new ability, Unleash the Beast.

HANK KRIND PATCH NOTES:
-Taste the Sauce has been switched flavor-wise into a Flamethrower attack.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

For anybody interested, I decided to add a 3rd plot for after the Tournament.

▻ PROTOCOL: SHEPHERD

• Horizon Frontiers has lost their magnum opus; Jeremy Halvit, the man wearing their prized power armor, has gone AWOL. Horizon Frontiers has placed a handsome reward for any Nomads who can find and retrieve their subject. Any who are interested should report to the Horizon Frontiers Laboratory in downtown Rio.

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World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

@Indy Cooper

Calvin flinched the moments the bombs went off. Staring towards the ceiling, he noticed several... Robots? Robots flying down into the stadium, armed with guns, that immediately opened fire. Calvin reflexively raised a curved Icewall that deflected any bullets that would fly towards him and Yen's way.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, and looked around the stadium. "I need you to tell me what is happening, and guide me to the opponents. They have masked their ki somehow, and I cannot sense them at all," She said.
"Uh... I don't think they even have ki. They look like some type of robots," Calvin clarified, staring at her hand on his shoulder, "But still. Follow me!"
Calvin ran across the stadium, gripping Yen's hand, and saw a man holding a child's hand, and nothing but a broken bottle, which he aimed with a shaking arm to five advancing machines. Calvin spewed a trail of ice in front of him towards the robots, and turned back to Yen. "Watch your step!" he warned. He slid along the ice. Just as the robots started to turn around, Calvin slammed his fist into one's face, with an icy blue trail of ki trailing his fist.

"Walrus Punch!" Calvin shouted. He raised a leg and kicked another one over and stomped on it's chest, as the other three prepared to fire upon him..

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Hank grunted as he sliced up more meat. Surprisingly, he earned a lot of profit from this trip. And he didn't even have to sell orangutang meat! Just as he was about to hand out a chili dog, he suddenly lunged over the counter, shoving his customer to the ground, as a rocket landed directly in his kitchen, exploding every meat Hank had collected.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Hank fell to his knees in defeat.

One of the robots walked to the fallen Hank, pointing it's rifle right at the back of his head. In a sudden flash, Hank spun around and decapitated the robot below the shoulders with his cleaverblade. It's separated part flew and bounced, landing at the feet of two other robots that looked confused. Hank rushed towards them and performed a wide swing, decapitating both in one fell swoop. Hank had lost everything. Butchering every last one of these robots seemed like a good start. He rushed throughout the stadium, killing every single Robot that was close to him. In the middle of his carnage, he turned to the head and screamed in rage.

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Jeremy casually walked through one of the stadium's tunnels. He didn't have any real goals, he just wanted to reduce suspicion of standing in a single spot the whole period. It was hard enough blending in when he was wearing a suit of armor.

"Hey, hey you" Jeremy heard behind him. He kept walking.

"Hey! I'm talkin to you!" The voice was louder. Jeremy turned, and saw three thugs. Two held pistols, and one held a spiked baseball bat, chewing tobacco. "You're a tough guy, aincha?"

"Well yes, I have proven quite capable. Already I have defeated two--"

The goon spat his tobacco out, as the other two loaded their guns. "Let's see how tough you are NOW!" He exclaimed, charging towards Jeremy. Jeremy shot his tail and pulled one of the gunners to the ground, He instantly retracted it and dodged the Batter goon, as he twirled and hit the second gunner with his tail before it returned to it's original length. The baseball bat glew green with Ki energy as it slammed into the side of his head. Jeremy stood in position, absolutely still. The goon looked proud that he dented this glitter boy's head, but... Shouldn't he fall to the ground screaming?

Jeremy started violently shaking, the large hole in his head cracking with stray volts of lightning. He felt it happening. The blow had hit his control chip, slightly wedging it. This meant that SYM-04 would take over. There wasn't even a hope of fighting him... "it" off at this point.

SYM-04's visor turned red as his head instantly snapped towards his attacker, who could only let out a helpless yelp before him and his colleagues were brutalized by the monster that had so long infiltrated the tournament. SYM-04 ran an all fours out of the tunnel. It was confused... Free for ten seconds and already the entire stadium is in panic? It felt a bullet hit him from the side. SYM-04 saw two things of metal holding guns, shooting him. They had no ki, atleast that he could sense. It let out a shrill cry of rage before he tore them apart with his bare bands. The things didn't even have any juice, either. Luckily, SYM-04 saw hundreds of people running in panic from the robots... As well as several Nomads, excersizing their full power. SYM-04 saw the entire banquet before him, and leapt into a group of panic civilians, signalling the start of his slaughter...

Warhammer Fantasy NRP - OOC UP

A corrupted notAthel Loren

The Paganlands are composed of wastes, blighted forests, and corrupted mires.