"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
@HarbingerKurahi The simple fact of the matter is that while certain people play at a high tier, though on this board I'd say I'm the only one who prefers it. Abilities that give absolute resistance to other abilities are generally a no go, it makes for poor writing in general.
Let us take for a moment a hypothetical character.
Let's say a man who uses lightning.
Let's say his lightning is powerful enough to carve planets in two.
Now let's say that your black lightning character faces him.
Despite being distinctly outclassed in strength, speed, and general ability. Your character would absolutely gutterstomp him, even in his base form.
Why?
Because your lightning ABSOLUTELY destroys whatever it touches. SO his lightning is totally worthless in the face of yours.
Absolute powers are reserved solely for Ultra-High and God Tiers.
Two tiers that literally nobody uses on this board outside of joke matches, because they're absolutely buttfucking insane.
Weight: 915 lbs. (With no official source for the current Sion's height and weight, I'm calculating it based on his art height and BMI.)
Written Appearance: A lumbering rotten hulk of muscle and hate and war, Sion cuts a gigantic figure on the field of battle. With wounds left untreated and fastened by iron and fire, armor fused to his flesh and a blade adorning him like a knight's plume. He is a nightmarish figure, his stomach and eyes alight with a wicked inferno. An axe as big as any man, spikes of metal on every piece of armor. A stump leg replaced with a slab of iron, the only clothes adorning him are a loincloth and pants. Most frightful of all is what was once the crown of Jarvan the First, cut and bent to fit his face it is fastened to his jaw. Great fangs of steel and tarnished gold.
Personality: Sion is only truly alive and conscious when he is spilling blood, his mind is fueled by the furnace of blood in his gut. Without bloodshed he cannot think straight, his mind is dull and bestial. He fears the loss of who he is and spills blood so he will never forget. He was a general, his finest moment was killing the king of his country's gravest enemies. Now a dog, a weapon, an engine of war. He needs to kill so he will never forget, and in the moment of battle he feels whole.
Friends: • Swain
Rivals: • Any Demacian, two in particular though. • Jarvan IV • Galio • Swain
Special Abilities Glory in Death: Upon death, Sion reanimates with rapidly decaying health. His attack speed increases and he gains 100% lifesteal. All of his abilities are replaced with Death Surge which grants a burst of movement speed.
Duration: 1 turn.
Decimating Smash: Sion charges a powerful swing that can either slow or knock up enemies. Quick activation slows, waiting until full charge stuns.
Duration of Slow and Stun: 1 turn
Cool Down: 1 turn
Soul Furnace:
Passive: Heals two injuries for every minion killed. Heals one major injury for every large monster killed. Restored to full health for every champion killed.
Active: Sion creates a shield of blood that soaks up damage. The amount of protection that the shield offers is directly proporitonal to his ability power and health.
Cool Down: 1 turn
Roar of the Slayer: Sion fires a short range shockwave that slows, reduces the armor of the first enemy hit, and damages. If it hits a minion, the minion will be knocked back as a projectile. Traveling the full distance of the original projectile over again.
Thrown minion can potentially inflict a major wound to whomever it hits.
Cool Down: 1 turn
Unstoppable Onslaught: Sion becomes his namesake, an unstoppable juggernaut that charges and incredible speed. Getting faster over time. Sion becomes immune to all crowd control during the duration of this spell. His charge knocks enemies up and stuns based on the distance he has charged. The damage it deals is proportional to his AD.
Weight: 915 lbs. (With no official source for the current Sion's height and weight, I'm calculating it based on his art height and BMI.)
Written Appearance: A lumbering rotten hulk of muscle and hate and war, Sion cuts a gigantic figure on the field of battle. With wounds left untreated and fastened by iron and fire, armor fused to his flesh and a blade adorning him like a knight's plume. He is a nightmarish figure, his stomach and eyes alight with a wicked inferno. An axe as big as any man, spikes of metal on every piece of armor. A stump leg replaced with a slab of iron, the only clothes adorning him are a loincloth and pants. Most frightful of all is what was once the crown of Jarvan the First, cut and bent to fit his face it is fastened to his jaw. Great fangs of steel and tarnished gold.
Personality: Sion is only truly alive and conscious when he is spilling blood, his mind is fueled by the furnace of blood in his gut. Without bloodshed he cannot think straight, his mind is dull and bestial. He fears the loss of who he is and spills blood so he will never forget. He was a general, his finest moment was killing the king of his country's gravest enemies. Now a dog, a weapon, an engine of war. He needs to kill so he will never forget, and in the moment of battle he feels whole.
Friends: • Swain
Rivals: • Any Demacian, two in particular though. • Jarvan IV • Galio • Swain
Special Abilities Glory in Death: Upon death, Sion reanimates with rapidly decaying health. His attack speed increases and he gains 100% lifesteal. All of his abilities are replaced with Death Surge which grants a burst of movement speed.
Duration: 1 turn.
Decimating Smash: Sion charges a powerful swing that can either slow or knock up enemies. Quick activation slows, waiting until full charge stuns.
Duration of Slow and Stun: 1 turn
Cool Down: 1 turn
Soul Furnace:
Passive: Heals two injuries for every minion killed. Heals one major injury for every large monster killed. Restored to full health for every champion killed.
Active: Sion creates a shield of blood that soaks up damage. The amount of protection that the shield offers is directly proporitonal to his ability power and health.
Cool Down: 1 turn
Roar of the Slayer: Sion fires a short range shockwave that slows, reduces the armor of the first enemy hit, and damages. If it hits a minion, the minion will be knocked back as a projectile. Traveling the full distance of the original projectile over again.
Thrown minion can potentially inflict a major wound to whomever it hits.
Cool Down: 1 turn
Unstoppable Onslaught: Sion becomes his namesake, an unstoppable juggernaut that charges and incredible speed. Getting faster over time. Sion becomes immune to all crowd control during the duration of this spell. His charge knocks enemies up and stuns based on the distance he has charged. The damage it deals is proportional to his AD.
@jasonwolf Using the sizes of the champions in game wouldn't work too well. Malphite and Nautilus are well over 20 feet tall but appear about the same size as Mordekaiser, who's about eight feet something.
@Holy Soldier Hopefully this takes off, but I gotta be sure everyone who applies is going to post before I actually post anything. I've seen super energetic roleplays start but then nobody makes a second post and it just flops, so you can see my reservation.
But I will work on the character sheet.
Edit: Question. What about Runes and Masteries? I've found that those totally change the way a champion plays.
Damn that gunslinger's hands and their supernatural speed! His own hands might be that fast in a punch, but a drawing motion was far from his practical training. Probably because he didn't conventionally use firearms.
Ducking back behind cover he felt the breath of wind from the incoming fire, he reflexively pulled his head away from the bullets even though they had gone past him. The bark of gunfire still rung light in his ears as his weapon arm tensed. He looked down to find that a bullet had found province in his left shoulder, clean through. Missed the bone but blood was pouring from the wound, barely visible behind the black veil of his sleeve. The blood was only sighted down the arm where the sleeve had been torn by the wires sent by the staff.
"Great." He muttered to himself as he turned back around the post, beginning a very brisk sideways walk. Shin kept his left hand totally straight forward as he let off a series of shots down the sight. He wanted to put it between his heart and the Old Gun's bullets. The staff was tough enough to take a shot for him without failing, he didn't want to catch a bullet in the chest and flop.
As he made his sideways advance he kept his right arm down to his body, there was no need for it in this fight. It felt awkward not actually using both hands at the same time, totally against his nature. He fired off shot after shot, numbering a total of eight shots. Every single one of them was a spinning blade, the blade format was best for a lower speed weapon. It gave more coverage than a bullet and had a predictable trajectory. As he moved sideways the projectiles would move closer and closer to Jonah until the post would no longer provide sufficient cover.
Every shot was aimed for center mass to knock him down rather than immediately kill him. His reasoning would make sense much later.
@ImportantNobody Not very different from his most recent sheet, just a couple logic revisions.
Name: Abraham Haddad
Race: Ghul, a kind of Evil Djinn
Age: 12,468
Sex: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Physical Description: Having no semblence to what he once was, Abe is now a shadow of a beast. Barely human in his appearance he bears more resemblance to a corpse now than a man. From head to toe he is visibly sun dried, visually similar in many regards to beef jerky. His lips are peeled back, revealing his bright white teeth. Abe has no eyelids, and his eyes have dried to mere blackness. Left in the socket where his eyes once were are two small flames, so dim that they are invisible in the light. This is how he sees, despite not having eyes.
On his head are the remains of hair, a few strands dangling off to the sides and doing nothing to hide his scalp. His body is lithe and boney, save for his distended gut filled with a vile poison. His flesh is baked, thin, and covered with wounds and lesions from time gone by. The nerves are weak, deadened, and barely functional.
Draped limply across his lithe form is a blood stained and yellowed silken robe. It hangs off of him as one wouldexpect something to hang off of little more than a skeleton.
Psychological Description: Abe has lost his mind, through millenia of life and through brain disease. The traits that Abe demonstrates are remnants of who he once was and what happens as his brain randomly triggers throughts. Abe is wild, animalistic, and admittedly cruel. He's entirely capable of thought, but his thoughts have become devoted to searching for his next meal.
Tier: 4
Powers/Abilities/Skills: Acid Vomit: Deep in his distended gut, Abe houses a caustic gel that smokes within his body. When this acid is loosed it dissolves through inorganic objects faster than organic, liquifying steel in a few minutes if left be. From his mouth he can spray massive gouts of this toxic substance, with ease he can spray as hard and as wide as a firehose for extended periods of time. Coating surfaces very rapidly in the noxious sludge. Its scent is as foul as a rotting carcas mixed with digestive juices. On contact with flesh after burning through clothing it causes severe pain, but only superficial wounds. This power can be charged. As well, it may be launched in balls of projectile vomit, allowing for a more controlled shot.
Caustic Breath: The juices in his stomach produce a thick, rancid gas. Abe can push this gas up from his stomach into his throat, and back down into his lungs. When he exhales this gas he can spread a miasma of burning fog in the direction he is facing. This fog is poisonous, however, only in the strictest of regards. It is non-fatal poison, only causing slight discomfort when one lets it sit on them. However, when this fog is breathed in, it has a much more dire effect. The fog is made of small liquid particulates that rest on the inside of your lungs. Causing your breathing to become halted and eratic. Burning your throat and mouth the more and more you breathe it in. This attack can be charged. When he breathes it out, he can project a 5x5 area of this fog in front of himself. This settles after 2 ticks. The settling takes progressively longer to happen as the charge goes up.
Hyper Enhanced Jaw: Abe's body may be frail, but his jaw is strong enough to flatten iron. His jaw is so malformed that he has to break his jaw to use it, however, a complex series of mutated muscles allow him to freely move his lower jaw after it has been separated. Once his jaw is broken he can completely unhinge it and envelop objects nearly three times the size of his head. With one bite, Abe can strip limbs off of normal people.
The Ghul's Hands: Abe has the lingering power of a Djinn still running through his veins, and he can still bathe his hands in a dim smokeless flame. Allowing him to strike people with the same force that he was once able to. Allowing him to lift as much weight as he used to be able to, and to grip as strong as he once could. The Ghul's hand gives Abe 2 tons of lifting weight.
Equipment: Partizan: A six foot long spear, made from ash wood with a wide feathered blade of bronze. There are no magical properties about this spear, it has no remarkable weight, it isn't even made from the best materials. It is simply a tool. It actually instantly kills vampires if it's stabbed in their heart, because it's made from Ash Wood.
Stained Silk Clothes: You're not going to find much worth out of these clothes, they're silken garb from centuries ago. Age normally destroys silk, but the desert's kind embrace has held these clothes together by shielding them from decay. They have no particular value, and their sole purpose is to clothe Abe and prevent the sun from beating down on his body.
History: Once upon a time before Makind became prevalent, Abe was a normal Djinn, a being of smokeless flame manifest. Daunting civilizations of Angels and Djinn took shape on an unformed Earth. Time wore on and humans became more prevalent than Djinn and Angels. Abe, however, took a human form in protest to these 'humans.' Who were they to take his home, these beings that grabbed land that had been given to the Djinn and Angels by higher beings. So Abe took their form, demanding his home as his own, despite being hopelessly alone in what was once a great city of Djinn. By Djinns and Angels alike, Abe was labeled as a Ghul and left behind as they went into seclusion.
An age passed by and Abe stubbornly refused to leave his home, despite the once high towers crumbling into sand and leaving him homeless. His human body became ill, but his Djinn magic kept him alive. Abe began eating everything that he could catch, mostly poisonous insects and reptiles in the desert. Which only made his body more ill.
After several centuries of this diet persisted, and his illness grew more deathly he began vomiting consistently. At around this time his body started to look sun dried and withered, Abe began to look as he does now.
The sickness and his magic continued to mix over the years, his vomit became more poisonous and more acidic as time passed. His body mutated to deal with this change of biology, forcing new bones to grow where they shouldn't. Removing organs and turning them into new ones.
Within a thousand years his body was in ruins, but he was reborn anew. Although he had taken his form to protest humans, something about it drove him to persist despite his kind being long gone. Abe had become something more than Djinn or Man, Abe willingly accepted the title of Ghul.
Nothing less would befit one who refused to give up his hatred after so many years. Nothing less would befit one who has turned into a poison spewing monster as he has.
Humans began spreading to the Sahara desert, building refuges on the borders of what he still claimed as his territory. In the night, Abe snuck into their towns, donned their clothes, and did his best to blend into society. Beneath a hood he did not stick out in a crowd.
Abe began plotting to remove them from his land, to banish these greedy beasts from his home.
In the dark of night, Abe began flooding the streets with his poison. The open windows and doors would be perfect venues for his toxins to flow in and kill all those inside.
It was cruel, it was despicable. But Abe saw what he was doing as right, this was his home that they were stealing. They laid claim to land that was not theirs and the sole resident lashed out violently.
During one night, Abe was seen by a slave during his nightly ritual of poisoning people. As the man began running, Abe made chase and in desperation bit cleanly into his skull with his unnatural jaw. Killing the poor man instantly.
The taste.
The taste was amazing.
His ritual turned from poisoning these folks to consuming them.
There were some unfortunate side effects. Consuming the flesh of humans drove him mad, turning his brain into mush. Abe has since become a monster, roaming the sands of the Sahara desert weilding a stolen partizan, murdering and consuming all that he sees.
The tale of Abe has no end, it is just a tale that fades out as time goes by. Abe is a ghost of being that never should have been but refuses to just disappear.
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