MegaOscarPwn

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Óscar Guijarro, also known as Roundabout.

Species: Human

Age: 38 years old

Height and Weight: 76 kilograms. 1,76 meters of height.

Gender: Male

Description: Óscar is simple at first sight, his body being that of an average male of his age, but it seems that he takes care of his health and body, shown by is slightly muscular body: Nothing too crazy, but he's fit. He tends to wear dark, baggy clothing, tending to choose black amongst all other colors. He also seems to be a fan of numerous video games and comics, which is shown, once again, by his shirts. He also dons a full beard, completed with a black pompadour that he takes care of, sometimes putting it softly under the hood of his...well, hoody. His eyes are brown, which aren't really special or anything, but he sometimes seems to have some sort of twitch on the left one, the causes are unknown, more than likely accumulated stress of some sort. He has baggy eyes, possibly related to his unscheduled sleeping time and/or insomnia.

Enhanced Speed

Since an early age, Óscar had always been quite an energetic kid, learning how to walk and run way faster than the rest of the kids - his parents, of course, were concerned with that...and with good reason! Since the doctors could now find any kind of trace as to why the young lad was so goddamn fast and energetic, that was until the whole "superpowers" thing became aware to the public. Óscar's parents, Juan Carlos and María Victoria both lived in Spain at the time he was born, which was in the year 2000. As the man grew older and older, it became apparent that the super-speed that he could gather was something clearly not normal, although the reason as to why he was the only one in his family to have such a power is still a mystery. At the age of 8, María Victoria suffered a stroke that left her catatonic and, ultimately, died a few weeks after the incident had happened: all of this out of the blue, no one expected it.

Óscar's father, Juan Carlos, turned into a depressive alcoholic that did not do much aside from drinking and smoking, which caused him to contract a larynx cancer that had to be treated with a tracheotomy and finally the removal of the vocal chords. With all of this and that, the father never struck Óscar or seemed to be angry at him: more than likely due to the boy being his only reason to be alive and not let himself go, he needed to protect his love's son, and his own...duh. Anywho, fast forward to 2016, where Óscar then stood as an official orphan under the wing of his grandmother and uncle who took good care of him, although they clearly did not care for the boy's psyche seeing as how they rarely talked to him. Fast forward yet 5 more years into the future, at a time in here the Spanish boy finished his own studies at the Universidad Complutense in Madrid, graduating with average ratings in Technology of the Information, yet having no job. That's where all started, at first they just were quick robbing and maybe breaking into one or two banks in the blink of an eye, but as his money grew and equipment did too, he got bolder.

Eventually, the man calling himself Roundabout as both a reference to the song by "Yes" and his actual superpower, was caught and sent to prison few years prior to the alien invasion. Now he still stays there, nearing his 40's but with the same energy and personality as when he was a young lad, time treating him right as there would be very few aging details...one could say he's still in his later 20's!

Weaknesses

-He is still very clearly human and vulnerable to all things humans are vulnerable to.
-Emotions, he is really the emotive guy. If he sees something that gets him sad, you can clearly see it, and he sometimes acts due to emotions, not planning ahead.
-Óscar may be able to dart away in the blink of an eye, although he does not have unlimited stamina and will get tired if he overuses his power for hours and hours, being in need of quite a long rest before doing anything else.
-This may sound weird, but it has been seen that salty and non-sugar based foods seem to either drain his power or tire him even more. More testing is needed.

Relationships

I'll add once I have some.

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Color me REALLY interested, lad! Can I start doing my character naow?

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Rägnar Siggurd

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Rägnar "Ironhide" Siggurd

{{ MALE || 35 }}

APPEARANCE

Rägnar is an imposing figure. When he isn't fighting with others (which is quite weird), he can be seen with rudimentary leather clothing, most of it still having the animal's head with it, which he sometimes uses to cover himself if ever in need (For example, if it rains or snows). He's obviously physically fit, his muscles are very clear and he has broad shoulders. He usually ties his hair so it doesn't bother him while fighting, a very long and thick beard making him look even more savage than he actually is. His skin is pale as well as his body being unusually hairy and naturally more muscular. His eyes are a mix of brown with a tint of yellow, accompanied by bushy eyebrows. He wears his warhammer on a makeshift holster on his back and his two handaxes on both sides of his hips, strung over and secured by a belt.

BIOGRAPHY

Rägnar was born in the middle of nowhere, his mother giving birth to him in a wooden shack near a big forest, his father having left his mother pregnant, left a couple of weeks after the boy was born up in the northern wastes. Lulliana, Rägnar's mother, spent most of the time tending to the little farm beside the forest, which they used to feed themselves and rarely sell to passing merchants who were clearly delighted to see such a young and energetic kid be so interested in chatting up with travelers. Having been outcasted and exiled, his mother taught him all the nature had to offer and what the Gods did for them: How Lopñó cried so the rivers could give life, or how Mïeìro kissed Jukle, the sweetness of their lovemaking the pure air of the wilderness and their animals.

All of that magical infancy had to end when a bandit tribe came too close to comfort to their house, the merchants usually getting shackled for their money or captured, to be later sold as slaves or servants to a higher lord. Rägnar was 16 at that time, watching how his mother had to leave the house for a few days, later coming back with visible bruises and not in the mood to talk, starting to become more and more depressed. One day, coming back from some days of hunting, he found a bunch of the raiders waiting outside his house, seeing as their dragged his mother out of the door, exchanging her among themselves for their pleasure.

He knew he had to run, his mother even told him in case anything to her happened - but he didn't do any of that, the rage and anger were too much to handle, and so, with his hunting bow and knife, attempted to make the men pay for what they had done. Psshh, an arrow flew from his bow, sticking itself into the side of the head of a raider, the rest of them looking at their dead comrade before another arrow flew past the "leader" of the small group, penetrating another man's back, falling to the ground in agony as the remaining two looked around: They saw nothing, the forest too thick to look trough and too silent to detect anyone. They ran, ran to get more reinforcements as Rägnar got out of the bush he was hiding in, running towards his mother in shock. "Run R-Rägnar...do not be afraid of me, for I will live with Höir, the mother of all, always watching you..." she whispered to him, in an attempt to calm her son "My little boy...don't look back a-and make the most out of all...". But it was obvious that the now enraged and blood-lusted lad was not going to follow his mother's advise - his savage and sickly genes only asking for more and more bloodshed, revenge, the need for killing grew on him for days and days of travelling and following the bandits footsteps to the small camp they had set up at a crossroad.

The rest, as they say, is history - but that is how he became known as Ironhide, as numerous travelers and merchants observed how a taller-than-normal northener endured the arrows that were sticking to his body, persecuting the remaining survivors of the small bandit camp, after burning it down to the ground and razing it. As much as Rägnar didn't want to admit it, he was not like Lulliana at all: he had more of his so-called father that anyone knew, and that got mixed with the hatred of the outside world and the search for glory and fame that plagued his dreams and most horrific fantasies...he did not want to be a nobleman as lots of people dreamed of becoming, he preferred to be known - and, is it too much to ask for all? Is it too much to ask to become both feared and known across the Kingdoms?

SKILLS

-- Pure Strength

Although not as enduring or brute as his father's kin, Rägnar is still known to crack a few heads with his bare knuckles and imposing size. Years and years of living in the wilderness have made him have a body most people only seem to notice when they think about Heroes about to rescue princesses, or when they think of Palace Guardsmen at the service of kings and emperors.

-- Wild Heart

As said earlier, he had been exiled and outcasted out of his mother's village, making him unknown around the Lands and forcing him to live on his own and on the road, never settling down. Rägnar is a perfect hunter and tracker, knowing most of the plants that are around those parts and obviously knowing how to hide in there, as well as how to gather food and make refuge may a storm come.

WEAPONS

-- Volendrung

A simple iron warhammer that he keeps on his back, useful for armored opponents...and also not-armored opponents, a weapon that'd crush a skull with ease if applied enough force.

-- Görk and Mörk

A dual set of handaxes, with leather braces in the hilts to keep the user from harming his own palms and to keep a strong grip as they are used.

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OMEGARUS MUNREN

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TOTEM

This trinket seems to resemble the head of some sort of weaponry - may that be a warhammer or sorts, then it is well known that those kinds of weapons are mostly given to people who are clearly able to operate said weaponry with ease, obviously due to their strong body and mind.

PERSONALITY

You would not want to be stuck in a room with Omegarus, or maybe you would. He had a keen interest in unraveling all the secrets of the known world, even the most forbidden ones due to how much interest they woke up in him. He is not a bad guy per-se, although his cold mentality and strong manipulating personality clearly fit the concept of how "evil" someone is. The man (now, spirit.) rarely uses his own emotions (or lack thereof) to make decisions, mostly doing so in the concept of what he'd gain from it or who it might affect.

Does he purposefully ruin an ally's life just to have a laugh? No, but he will do so - if he gains something - and said ally is no longer useful for him. Having now been stuck with a man who is clearly not interested in knowing about the stars that shine above him, or what hides deep below the surface is surely a hell for Omegarus: although having someone easy to manipulate and with the physical strength that he lacked when he was alive alleviates the pain he feels from that.

SKILLS

-- Empowered Strikes

As much as Omegarus would love to grant Rägnar the power of a millennia of incidents...well, he would not love to, seeing as how the half-orc is unworthy of such knowledge. What he does love, whatsoever, is the physical peak that the man is in, and with that kind of power, Omegarus is clearly interested in what kind of results would giving Rägnar's movements and hits a bit more of magical momentum/speed would give out.

-- Body Reader

Rägnar does not know how to deal with people as much as his mother did: basics such as trading money for food are alright, but the lad never did get into an actual conversation with someone else due to the exile. Omegarus, seeing this and after laughing internally for a good time, has thought of granting Rägnar the power of knowing exactly what the person in front of him desires and thinks at that exact same moment, in an attempt to make the man's communication attempts somewhat less pathetic.

OTHER

-- Savage Rage

Rägnar can go into what seems to be a "rage", discerning all self-preservation and throwing himself into the heart of battle and, if the odds are very much in his favour or is just more blood-lust than normal, he can and will throw his weapons aside to finish off the remaining victims with his own hands, his unarmed fighting style being a mix of Glíma and dirty fighting moves he has learned over the years.

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I replied with my thingy, let me know what ya'll think!

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Rägnar "Ironhide" Siggurd

"You should not have come with them." the small pendant mentioned to the now half-northerner laying in a pool of his own blood, a destroyed caravan surrounding them both as multiple other people and civilians seemed to be getting executed by a single fellow who was injured as well: lithe build and a rapier on his hand as he stabbed through the hearts of the innocents just to gain whatever properties they might have on them, bodies of his own colleagues surrounding the caravan as well. It seems it was quite a bloody battle, in which no one really had won, at least yet.

Rägnar, though, was not about to get defeated by some bandits that would more than likely be related to the incident that happened when he was younger, the same bastards that destroyed his childhood and his mother's spirit within a single day, truly the lowest scum of mankind. As the lithe bandit was rummaging through a semi-destroyed chest, the man stood up to a knee as blood poured out of a hit on his side, where more than a few other scars were present in there. "Rägnar, do not be so stupid, you are no use to me if you are dead." Omegarus whispered in an attempt to stop Ironhide from doing whatever he was about to do, but to no avail, as Rägnar started to limp towards the bandit with a broken handaxe on his left...well, hand.

"Trash...trash...trash...hmph, th' boss ain't gon' be happy I tell ya that much, so many lives lost fo' shite." the bandit idly stated before he heard the footsteps behind him, turning around with a quick spin and barely stopping the dented edge of the axe that was coming straight for his head with his own rapier, now admiring a hulking northerner with a stoic look on his face, suffering multiple injuries as he dropped the axe and to one knee, his weight too much for the injured lower bottom to sustain it...or was it? "Pfft, someone would think you'd be ded b' the time ya even woke up, laddie." the bandit ignored the man, going to turn around to continue his search of treasure before Ironhide spoke up, his voice coarse and very, very rough. That is some nice clothing you have there. he commented on the obviously stolen clothing that the bandit was wearing. "It's a shame you won't be able to wear them again." at that, the bandit named Alexander turned around again, with an eyebrow raised. "...and by that, I mean I'll kill you." Alexander laughed, walking past the man and going to slowly start to unsheathe his rapier, replying. "You seem like quite an interesting fellow, but I do not have time for idle talking...I only so much time before I need to return to the boss' tent." with a chuckle, he started to clean the edge of the blood-covered sword, continuing to talk. "Did you really think you could defeat me? I caught your attack like it was a pop-up..." Rägnar grunted, a single hand covering his own wound as he just stood there, the bandit raising his rapier. "Poor bastard, killed just like a woman!"

Right at that second, Alexander saw how the previously injured and clearly near-death northerner jumped up with a spin, his free hand turning into a fist as it collided precisely with the bandit's jaw: the impact causing him to drop the rapier and stumble back, as Rägnar extended a hand to hold the lithe man by the wrist. "T-This power...how...?" Alexander thought. Meanwhile, Ironhide just sighed very lightly at the sight of the almost defeated bandit, speaking up. "Now that I have a closer look, hmph, your clothing was not as nice as I thought, more peasant-stenched than anything." he then loosened the grip of the man's wrist, as he adjusted his own leather clothing behind his back. "But you won't have to worry about that anymore - because your face is going to end up, even uglier. and even before Rägnar finished his speech, the bandit was already trying to get away, but not before the same northerner raised both of his fists and started to pummel the man on the ground, as he felt himself slowly dazing away out of existence, eventually just letting himself do with some broken bones...before it all stopped. Alexander needed to see if he was going to make it out alive of that situation, but opening his eyes just revealed the same northerner from before wielding a Warhammer and about to make his head smithereens: and that is indeed what happened.

"Now we have got no way of traveling, perfect." Omegarus idly stated as the two of them continued walking out of the destroyed caravan, Rägnar having treated his own injuries and just walking with a slight limp, adjusting the holsters for his own weapons and just replying with a "Hmph", clearly not the social type. "Anywho, I do suppose we shall reach Silverwick in a day or so if we do not encounter any more hostiles...

"What even is there, that would interest me, talking necklace?" Rägnar replied, picking away at some berries from his pouch. "I told you to call me Omegarus, insect, and I also told you that there'll be fame and rewards awaiting you there, isn't that right?" of course Omegarus would use power and fame as objectives for the half-northerner to pursue, clearly not being too hard to make the man follow in your footsteps given enough courage and a succulent treat as a reward from doing what you asked of him. The two of them passed through a small village, most of the people living there making no objection to a breed of a northerner passing through with a small iron pendant, and thus going through without much problems at all: stopping by with the excuse of gathering a few more supplies for the travel and selling off the loot from the bandits and caravan traders which died just a few hours ago, although the sound of battle was still stuck in Rägnar's head. "Silverwick...

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@Sierra Noice, I'll start writing an IC post right now!

Also, shouldn't we use a turn order now that we're quite a few people? Just so the IC part doesn't get overrun and all, aye.

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@Templar Knight

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@Sierra Oh, nah, review the one I sent ya lad.

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Ah shite, now that you think about it, I should've made someone else rather than Rägnar: I am a fan of the sneaky-beaky type, but hey, having two tanks up in front is gonna be great in the long run.

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@Templar Knight IT'S ALRIGHT LAD, FOR REAL, good to see that people here appreciate stronk bois.