LeeRoy

•HAGAKURE•

@DeadBeatWalking
I am absolutely interested in this.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@nitemare shape
Cool, I left off on a good spot. Might had just finished rescuing some rando who developed powers because of that mutation bomb, and passed out.

Now I can say he wakes up in the hospital after a comatose state caused by severe shock, third degree burns and radiation poisoning.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

@Fallenreaper
I suppose that is the one positive of being a GOOD flake. I didn't keep anyone waiting on me, I also left on a decent note where I ca-

Hold on.

@nitemare shape Am I still an accepted participant of this roleplay or do I have to write a whole new character sheet and re-enter.

Either is fine.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG (Closed)

Man I can't believe I TOTALLY BAILED on one of the more interesting roleplays out there.

I don't even think outside the Arena much these days, gotta wonder if there's any lingering resentment for me being the very definition of a flake.

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

@Doc Doctor

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

Unfortunately, his sword had successfully found providence in the underarm of the primitive. He hadn't particularly taken into account how crazy these tribal cultures can be, because the man had somehow managed to throw his axe midway through the swing. Normally not much of a problem, but this thing was tremendously heavy and it had been slingshotted straight towards Ansgar's right leg where it smashed in force against he side of his shin and continued forward.

In any situation with any normal weapon, this wouldn't be much a problem. Maybe a little bruise and maybe a little bleeding, but this axe weighed an inhuman amount. His shin cracked and buckled beneath the weight, as hid his leg. The bone split pretty cleanly and the man could no longer stop the advance of Zande.

However!

Ansgar was a trained professional who knew more about fighting than he did about having a normal life, his reaction was pretty fluid. His upper body twisted with the force of Zande's advance and he shoved his left elbow outwards and into the tribal's side. Almost resembling a clumsy judo throw before his weight could no longer be held by his broken leg. The pain was so intense in this moment his eyesight had washed red and his body had moved on its own. Hopefully Zande would be thrown a goodly distance away from his own momentum, but in the off chance he wasn't the pair would land facing eachother on their sides. Ansgar on his right and Zande on his left.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

Jonah seemed to know a thing or two about positioning, but this was murder, and Shin lived and breathed it. So many people are unaware of how much of an assassin Shin actually is, and to think he could not move silently and quickly was a fool's folly. Though admittedly his footwear was not so perfectly designed for this task, so he would need to improvise. More likely he was to be spotted before he was heard, Shin's mobility was not in question. After getting onto the rooftop he ran to the edge and caught a glimpse of Jonah retreating down the alley.

Lowering himself to the rooftop, pressing the tips of his fingers against the roofing tile. For a single second he flexed his feet and pushed the leather toe hard against the roof. There was a slight creak, and a snap. By leverage and force he had pushed his feet through the soles of his shoes. The soles of his shoes fell off and onto the rooftop, their weight made the noise they made very subtle. Now he could move silently, he stood slightly and kept his head low before beginning a quick dash across the rooftops. Every footfall was halted just before his toe hit the roof, landing on the ball of his foot and pushing ahead before his heel could follow.

In the time he'd spent to remove the soles from his shoes, he'd managed to lose track of Jonah in the moment. Perhaps stealth wasn't the best tool for this job, but he was an assassin. Finding and killing people was literally what he was paid for, if he couldn't find an old man brandishing a pair of magic guns in a Western American town, what was he even getting paid for?

Wait.

He wasn't getting paid for this at all.

This was a private excursion.

"Shit." He muttered silently as he ran across rooftop after rooftop, demonstrating some particularly impressive agility as he dropped down to look through the various windows. Leaping back and forth from rooftop to ground to peek into different windows, traveling in the vague direction that he had seen Jonah run previously, hoping to catch a glimpse of his target or hear the jingle jangle of his spurs. Strangely enough, he hadn't noticed yet, but Shin himself had been leaving a trail of blood behind himself. His arm was still bleeding pretty decently.

WAR ENSEMBLE (ImportantNobody & Doc Doctor Vs. LeeRoy & Divinity)

@Doc Doctor
Perhaps I should go into detail on how Jodar functions. Though it's a nuclear fission engine, so draining him of energy is nothing but a positive for the drainer. With no real negative to the unit.

Drawn Innexorably Towards Confrontation

It was a great moment before Dunnaman could recover himself long enough to stand again, Fury had already turned and begun to walk away. All he had said on the matter was that he lacked the 'Why' he had killed Kanitah. If he were in fact Kanitah, and these memories weren't just strangely convergent hallucinations, then shouldn't he have latent resentment for Fury?

Yes, still he couldn't bear looking Fury in the eyes. Even now, he had a distinct latent fear of the Fireen. Other thoughts clouded his mind, the lingering frantic panicked final thoughts of Kanitah.

The man's daughter, how his wife would life without him, if Pundambaya would remain safe and stable. Every one of these thoughts was of others, not of himself. A suicidally reckless old man's final thoughts were not of his own mortality, and there was something to be respected in that.

Was Dunnaman more concerned with his own life, or was he more concerned with recovering who he was?

Now that he had these memories of another life, did he even want them? Emotional attachments to individuals and an entire race that he had never even heard of before this. The only connection he had with them was his language, which now he knew its source.

It had been fortunate that he had snapped out of his thoughts in this moment, for Fury had begun talking again. He spoke of the Empire and how he no longer cared for it, how Dunnaman could find passage on an Empire Vessel. It was an offer he couldn't refuse now, since he had destroyed his only method of escape. "Wahl, ah suppohse ah cahnnot sah no to yer offer. But uh, ah' wonder ehf thar'll beh a lahnguage bahrrehyar."

He finally rose to his feet again and began following after Fury.

WAR ENSEMBLE (ImportantNobody & Doc Doctor Vs. LeeRoy & Divinity)

I wrote this character sheet while operating under the assumption that we're doing low-end intermediate tier characters.

If he's too strong I'll post a different character in low tier instead.