So uh, I recently did a write up for Preacher. Stats and all, still open for fights but for those who need/want a sheet and all for stuff that's a thing...Same with Ultron to so ya know, ra ra, hit me up and fite me nao.
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I like RP and RP Accessories.
Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
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Not new to RP, new to RPGuild, from canons to OC's, I like it all. I like to fight, I like to plan, I like to random, and I like people in general.
Shoot me a PM at anytime, I'm quick to respond and I like to think I'm a swell fellow when not angry.
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Preacher:
{Sun and Moon.}
The folly in the actions taken were two fold. First, that odd twisting occurred on the arm was during the process of it being deflected. As malleable and flexible as the odd diamond like substance/make of the 'woman' was, it was also closeby, in range of the limb already touching it and well, with the heightened sense of both and literal micro-inches between them, to avoid a grab, all the wrist needed doing was moving down just a tad bit, making it miss.
This did not stop Caitlyn from pressing with a offense and neither did it for Preacher. In fact, trying to get closer with a lose ranged heightened psionically powered punch was not exactly what one would consider a good option given the fist was flung and pressing forward meant literally cutting the distance it needed to travel, one might say it was sort of like running into it. Things did not change as the Crystal-being sought to headbutt, no, only the grab would miss and pressing forward meant less amount of distance for the punch to travel, thus, strong punch and strong psionic boom to the stomach, more side at that rate.
Simplicity at its finest, all while things like senses/buffs and psionic power output continued to grow and expand as seconds passed...Not much more to it, really.
{Sun and Moon.}
The folly in the actions taken were two fold. First, that odd twisting occurred on the arm was during the process of it being deflected. As malleable and flexible as the odd diamond like substance/make of the 'woman' was, it was also closeby, in range of the limb already touching it and well, with the heightened sense of both and literal micro-inches between them, to avoid a grab, all the wrist needed doing was moving down just a tad bit, making it miss.
This did not stop Caitlyn from pressing with a offense and neither did it for Preacher. In fact, trying to get closer with a lose ranged heightened psionically powered punch was not exactly what one would consider a good option given the fist was flung and pressing forward meant literally cutting the distance it needed to travel, one might say it was sort of like running into it. Things did not change as the Crystal-being sought to headbutt, no, only the grab would miss and pressing forward meant less amount of distance for the punch to travel, thus, strong punch and strong psionic boom to the stomach, more side at that rate.
Simplicity at its finest, all while things like senses/buffs and psionic power output continued to grow and expand as seconds passed...Not much more to it, really.
Yadda yadda, 'fite meeeeeeeeeeee' and stuff like that.
Cricket:
{Air Bender}
If there was any other means to deduce the insectasoids lack of intelligence it would honestly be in this moment. Tharr postured, moved, causing Cricket to tilt it's head up a bit more but nothing more. No planning, no obvious intent of moving from what was a shift of the insectoids opponent and this and the lack of a sense of self awareness and intelligence, meant the poor creature would pay.
"ChirAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
In the form of what started off as a curious little noise turned absolutely pain filled! The wind crescent hit dead on around the center of Crickets chest. Lack of preparing and general light looking weight and height meant even at a modest strength and pace, the insectoid would be sent hurdling back, seemingly through the air.
"...Keeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyssssssssssssss!"
But during the process something like a very angry cry took place and with a loud crushing THUMP like sound, while in mid drift, Cricket sunk its right arm into a tree it was flying by and visibly pulled itself with strangely practiced looking efficiency against it, body snapping as it plunged right into. Sharp nailed feet sunk into the thick looking oaks sides as it landed and oddly enough, its arms rounded about to move above its head.
"CHIRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
A bellowing cry was let loose, one of fury, anger, and somewhat challenge as Crickets arms pushed, and effortlessly, snapped the chunk of the tree it clung to clear in half and pushed it downward towards Tharr. This was not a bending or manipulation either, no, despite the height and not so heavy looking weight of Cricket it had a unpreceded level of strength enough to just push on and send the mentioned long thick tree down towards the top of Thars head. Unless impeded, the Insectoid would crawl atop the spot of the former chunk of the tree inhibited, perched, possible mandibles moving before standing upright, hands clenched into fists.
"SIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Loud, shrill, but somewhat threatening, the literal 'chest pushing' motion showed a few things. First was the creatures mouth itself, two simple pointed mandibles with a hallow inside but a single hole that bore a hole/throat filled to the brim with organic barbs, purple fluid, and strange looking spikes a horrifying thing to be caught in, alive or dead. Second was the fact the Griffins attack had done SOME damage; a dent in Crickets chest, looked like cracked grass and was leaking a clear colorless liquid but something that obviously didnt bother the creature to much, displayed strength being shown as well as durability. Lastly, was somewhere on the upper right part of the insectoids chest, it appeared three spherical lights, one yellow, one red, and one dark blue had formed and began to both turn in place and grow brighter with each passing second.
Challenge thrown, challenge accepted!
Away from them both, the odd thing the insectoid had flung seemed to pulse more, grow, acidic matter continuing to dribble from poors...and it appeared dime sized silver colored roach like creatures were crawling out despite the acid. Something in the works, for sure!
@Griffintaur
{Air Bender}
If there was any other means to deduce the insectasoids lack of intelligence it would honestly be in this moment. Tharr postured, moved, causing Cricket to tilt it's head up a bit more but nothing more. No planning, no obvious intent of moving from what was a shift of the insectoids opponent and this and the lack of a sense of self awareness and intelligence, meant the poor creature would pay.
"ChirAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!"
In the form of what started off as a curious little noise turned absolutely pain filled! The wind crescent hit dead on around the center of Crickets chest. Lack of preparing and general light looking weight and height meant even at a modest strength and pace, the insectoid would be sent hurdling back, seemingly through the air.
"...Keeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyssssssssssssss!"
But during the process something like a very angry cry took place and with a loud crushing THUMP like sound, while in mid drift, Cricket sunk its right arm into a tree it was flying by and visibly pulled itself with strangely practiced looking efficiency against it, body snapping as it plunged right into. Sharp nailed feet sunk into the thick looking oaks sides as it landed and oddly enough, its arms rounded about to move above its head.
"CHIRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
A bellowing cry was let loose, one of fury, anger, and somewhat challenge as Crickets arms pushed, and effortlessly, snapped the chunk of the tree it clung to clear in half and pushed it downward towards Tharr. This was not a bending or manipulation either, no, despite the height and not so heavy looking weight of Cricket it had a unpreceded level of strength enough to just push on and send the mentioned long thick tree down towards the top of Thars head. Unless impeded, the Insectoid would crawl atop the spot of the former chunk of the tree inhibited, perched, possible mandibles moving before standing upright, hands clenched into fists.
"SIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
Loud, shrill, but somewhat threatening, the literal 'chest pushing' motion showed a few things. First was the creatures mouth itself, two simple pointed mandibles with a hallow inside but a single hole that bore a hole/throat filled to the brim with organic barbs, purple fluid, and strange looking spikes a horrifying thing to be caught in, alive or dead. Second was the fact the Griffins attack had done SOME damage; a dent in Crickets chest, looked like cracked grass and was leaking a clear colorless liquid but something that obviously didnt bother the creature to much, displayed strength being shown as well as durability. Lastly, was somewhere on the upper right part of the insectoids chest, it appeared three spherical lights, one yellow, one red, and one dark blue had formed and began to both turn in place and grow brighter with each passing second.
Challenge thrown, challenge accepted!
Away from them both, the odd thing the insectoid had flung seemed to pulse more, grow, acidic matter continuing to dribble from poors...and it appeared dime sized silver colored roach like creatures were crawling out despite the acid. Something in the works, for sure!
@Griffintaur
Crickent
{The Bird and the bug.}
Beasts have their own way of knowing things, don’t they? The flying beast would find as soon as it landed, hell, even sooner the insects posture had originally changed from before. Hunched over still in its ‘Spider-Man’ stances, possibly to the chock of the noble beast he’d find the minute he entered the little spot Cricket inhabited, it was looking directly at him. It was not expecting the proud creature put before it, no. Unbeknownst to most aside those that studied Crickets type, its antennas actually served as a long range (a mile or so) highly sensitive motion sensor. The noble beast before it had been detected before it even got here and the direction he came from was looked at and as its antennas told it, boom, there it was. Normally other small animals and the like would not make it do such a motion but those motion sensors detected whatever was approaching was big, so what modicum of interest and curiosity got the best of it and well, here we are now.
Oddly round head tilted as it regarded the creature. Things such as fear and most other such emotions escaped the dumb bug, but it was a cautious thing if anything else, especially around such things as what stood before it. Big, mammalian with what looked like Reptilian traits, all these things bore semblance to creatures from Crickets home planets who had tried to do it harm and, to put it bluntly, failed. Head stretching out, thin nostrils silently sniffing the air were the other beast was, signs of a mouth could possibly be deduced then as the lower portion of its head shifted a tad bit out of place.
“….Chirrraaaaaaaaaa.”
And a low sound, not a growl, but a general ‘call’ for no apparent reason was let loose from the Insectoids unseen mouth. Words completely went over Crickets head. Whether it was a challenge or not was up to debate but unlike the noble beast before it Cricket was as was stated a few times; a big ol’ dumb bug.
Head swaying a tad bit the creature stopped in place suddenly.
“Ki-kle…Kik…Ki…Chiiii…KLIK!!!!”
And suddenly made odd retching sounds fallowed by a gack like noise and its turning its head away from the beast and the lower portion of its head shifted a tad bit outward. With a wet slop, something flew out from the unseen mouth of the creature. Landing into a tree, a solid yellow bone like stinger tipped protrusion stuck to said tree, and kept what appeared to be a deathly-rotten purple black open pores littered ‘bag’ swung to and through gently against the tree, light hissing sounds going off as green liquid and matter-based substances leaked from the pores, obviously acidic as they melted through other physical objects they came into contact with. Quite a strange feet, the end result being Cricket scratching the left side of its head with its left hand, shaking said head a bit before regarding the other beast before it again.
“….Chirp!”
And letting lose another odd little chirp. A strange creature with strange sounds and signals and a thing that came out of it, that was noticeably pulsing at that. Quite the combo…
@Griffintaur
{The Bird and the bug.}
Beasts have their own way of knowing things, don’t they? The flying beast would find as soon as it landed, hell, even sooner the insects posture had originally changed from before. Hunched over still in its ‘Spider-Man’ stances, possibly to the chock of the noble beast he’d find the minute he entered the little spot Cricket inhabited, it was looking directly at him. It was not expecting the proud creature put before it, no. Unbeknownst to most aside those that studied Crickets type, its antennas actually served as a long range (a mile or so) highly sensitive motion sensor. The noble beast before it had been detected before it even got here and the direction he came from was looked at and as its antennas told it, boom, there it was. Normally other small animals and the like would not make it do such a motion but those motion sensors detected whatever was approaching was big, so what modicum of interest and curiosity got the best of it and well, here we are now.
Oddly round head tilted as it regarded the creature. Things such as fear and most other such emotions escaped the dumb bug, but it was a cautious thing if anything else, especially around such things as what stood before it. Big, mammalian with what looked like Reptilian traits, all these things bore semblance to creatures from Crickets home planets who had tried to do it harm and, to put it bluntly, failed. Head stretching out, thin nostrils silently sniffing the air were the other beast was, signs of a mouth could possibly be deduced then as the lower portion of its head shifted a tad bit out of place.
“….Chirrraaaaaaaaaa.”
And a low sound, not a growl, but a general ‘call’ for no apparent reason was let loose from the Insectoids unseen mouth. Words completely went over Crickets head. Whether it was a challenge or not was up to debate but unlike the noble beast before it Cricket was as was stated a few times; a big ol’ dumb bug.
Head swaying a tad bit the creature stopped in place suddenly.
“Ki-kle…Kik…Ki…Chiiii…KLIK!!!!”
And suddenly made odd retching sounds fallowed by a gack like noise and its turning its head away from the beast and the lower portion of its head shifted a tad bit outward. With a wet slop, something flew out from the unseen mouth of the creature. Landing into a tree, a solid yellow bone like stinger tipped protrusion stuck to said tree, and kept what appeared to be a deathly-rotten purple black open pores littered ‘bag’ swung to and through gently against the tree, light hissing sounds going off as green liquid and matter-based substances leaked from the pores, obviously acidic as they melted through other physical objects they came into contact with. Quite a strange feet, the end result being Cricket scratching the left side of its head with its left hand, shaking said head a bit before regarding the other beast before it again.
“….Chirp!”
And letting lose another odd little chirp. A strange creature with strange sounds and signals and a thing that came out of it, that was noticeably pulsing at that. Quite the combo…
@Griffintaur
Preacher:
{Sun is Close}
To say Preacher was surprised would be wrong. In fact, everything that unfurled in front of him were things he expected. Normally the process itself revolved around the reaction of the opponent before Preacher as one would expect and, well, the loss of the Force Orb was a bit annoying but Preacher could roll with it. A powerful blast, the Force Orb could actually process itself to a point but couldn’t thanks to the semi-wind like property behind it and thus was destroyed as intended but Preacher had long since acted before this. Orb tossed previously, his hands were free, focus on the range of both Orb and opponent before him but primarily on Caitlyn and basically saw ahead to her actions. Gathering force that seemed based on wind, highly tuned and sent his way pushed past his Force Orb and was clearly intent on ripping him asunder and looked like it was going to do just that were it not for his right hand lifting and swaying towards his left
Psionics to the simplest degree. On the effects of the blast no less and not the source. As newly formed as his power was, equally, being the concentrated well versed Psion that he was, Preacher knew his way around wind and Force. He’d often used both himself (sometimes one for the other, much like Caitlyn did here) and for Wind it was a simple process of simply changing the flow of it before the raging wind connected with you, simply turning it back to normal by simply arranging it as such, force winds and the like being mixed (down to the molecule no less) to normal state, simple as that. Force was simply redirected off to another direction, crashing through a car and building in this case, simply applying a more passive defensive but stronger directing-line-wall that accomplished this.
Caitlyn fallowed suit in an attempted punch, and despite the initial seeing and defending against this the blast, this Preacher also saw and was partly the reason he utilized his psionics with his right arm AND the direction he moved it into. Dark eyes of indistinguishable color looked upon Caitlyns face (whether helmeted or not) as his right hand came back, moving in a swift, fluid, strong arc against her punch. The gesture was meant to hit and push the outer side of her forearm with his wrist and force it off its path (with a surprising amount of strength I might add) and across Caitlyn altogether, seeking to Impede her defensive and offensive capabilities (in the form of forcing her initial punching arm to cross over to her over side, arm area specifically to impede or make any fallow up blow less then effective if not impossible) and fallow up by Utilizing his left arm during the process of the defensive motion to swing it forth right towards the possibly exposed right side of her gut. Simple as it was, even with Armor of crystalline nature the punch had a low of force behind it, coupled with a sudden offensive blast of Psionic force meant to mix with the brunt of the punch and send her flying off from were she had once been.
All successful or not, one had to ask just how our Preacher fellow ‘saw’ the magical energies formed of both wind and force, and well, it had to do with the veins on his eyes. Psionic energies could be used for defensive, offense, and inner actions. Toiling within his mind, these energies laced and enhanced his senses, most being invisible to the eye outside of Preachers eyes which at this moment could see both formed and forming energies/power, natural or not as a result of this psionic buffering. It also affected his muscle, skin, and bone systems, making them all stronger, durable, and being the reason behind, whether the psionic force push affected/landed or not and despite the armor, his punch would be felt and punching a harder substance didn’t seem to hurt, not too bad at least.
Veins expanded, grew, and formed around (and partially in) his eyes still, signaling this buff was growing by the second inside and out, while his outer visible malleable psionic energies grew along his arms and up his legs in a practiced familiar fashion Preacher had done before. Simple effective, bearing in mind strategies and points of possible contention as well.
{Sun is Close}
To say Preacher was surprised would be wrong. In fact, everything that unfurled in front of him were things he expected. Normally the process itself revolved around the reaction of the opponent before Preacher as one would expect and, well, the loss of the Force Orb was a bit annoying but Preacher could roll with it. A powerful blast, the Force Orb could actually process itself to a point but couldn’t thanks to the semi-wind like property behind it and thus was destroyed as intended but Preacher had long since acted before this. Orb tossed previously, his hands were free, focus on the range of both Orb and opponent before him but primarily on Caitlyn and basically saw ahead to her actions. Gathering force that seemed based on wind, highly tuned and sent his way pushed past his Force Orb and was clearly intent on ripping him asunder and looked like it was going to do just that were it not for his right hand lifting and swaying towards his left
Psionics to the simplest degree. On the effects of the blast no less and not the source. As newly formed as his power was, equally, being the concentrated well versed Psion that he was, Preacher knew his way around wind and Force. He’d often used both himself (sometimes one for the other, much like Caitlyn did here) and for Wind it was a simple process of simply changing the flow of it before the raging wind connected with you, simply turning it back to normal by simply arranging it as such, force winds and the like being mixed (down to the molecule no less) to normal state, simple as that. Force was simply redirected off to another direction, crashing through a car and building in this case, simply applying a more passive defensive but stronger directing-line-wall that accomplished this.
Caitlyn fallowed suit in an attempted punch, and despite the initial seeing and defending against this the blast, this Preacher also saw and was partly the reason he utilized his psionics with his right arm AND the direction he moved it into. Dark eyes of indistinguishable color looked upon Caitlyns face (whether helmeted or not) as his right hand came back, moving in a swift, fluid, strong arc against her punch. The gesture was meant to hit and push the outer side of her forearm with his wrist and force it off its path (with a surprising amount of strength I might add) and across Caitlyn altogether, seeking to Impede her defensive and offensive capabilities (in the form of forcing her initial punching arm to cross over to her over side, arm area specifically to impede or make any fallow up blow less then effective if not impossible) and fallow up by Utilizing his left arm during the process of the defensive motion to swing it forth right towards the possibly exposed right side of her gut. Simple as it was, even with Armor of crystalline nature the punch had a low of force behind it, coupled with a sudden offensive blast of Psionic force meant to mix with the brunt of the punch and send her flying off from were she had once been.
All successful or not, one had to ask just how our Preacher fellow ‘saw’ the magical energies formed of both wind and force, and well, it had to do with the veins on his eyes. Psionic energies could be used for defensive, offense, and inner actions. Toiling within his mind, these energies laced and enhanced his senses, most being invisible to the eye outside of Preachers eyes which at this moment could see both formed and forming energies/power, natural or not as a result of this psionic buffering. It also affected his muscle, skin, and bone systems, making them all stronger, durable, and being the reason behind, whether the psionic force push affected/landed or not and despite the armor, his punch would be felt and punching a harder substance didn’t seem to hurt, not too bad at least.
Veins expanded, grew, and formed around (and partially in) his eyes still, signaling this buff was growing by the second inside and out, while his outer visible malleable psionic energies grew along his arms and up his legs in a practiced familiar fashion Preacher had done before. Simple effective, bearing in mind strategies and points of possible contention as well.
Turn Based Logic. IE, yeah things can be fantastical and stuff, flashy and strong but make sure they make an iota of sense to a degree.
I'd appreciate if you did!
I'd appreciate if you did!
Done and donner.
I am still open to the prospect of the other two, just shoot me a word or respond to me!
I am still open to the prospect of the other two, just shoot me a word or respond to me!
Cricket:
{Doth the insect?}
Tropical, humid, full to the brim with trees, vines, and all sorts of foliage of exotic type, the jungle was surely a splendid place wasn't it? The cries of animal, normal, warning, dying, all of them blended in with the environment in a diverse yet fitting crescendo that one could appreciate, even int he depths of the wild untamed land. However, one such patch of land was devoid of most of it. Everything about the areas instincts made it so, because what sat there, as unassuming as it was, was incredibly dangerous. A loud crunch could be heard as the creature in question was hunched over slightly and, despite no visible mouth, clearly bit through what looked like an oversized coconut like fruit easily despite the obviously hard epidermis of the fruit.
What it was could be described as strange to say the least. Sharp barbed looking antennas stuck out atop the creatures smooth round head. Likewise round eyes seemed to barely hold any sign of pupil or cornea, mostly oversized bulbous iris' with small black dots in the very center counting as everything else. This hairless head sat atop a thick neck that likewise sat atop a strange segmented looking but held together rigid triangular like torso, the back being oddly smooth with the shoulders sticking out almost like some makeshift armor. On this torso were jointed but malleable somewhat lithe looking arms that bore three sharp fingered (thumb pinky and middle finger) hands, and below the waist line sat likewise smooth jointed lithe legs with two toed feet. Everything on the creature looked, most likely felt moist, and had a strange quality to it that almost seemed like an exoskeleton but, perhaps due to its palish white-liquidy color one could literally see, to a certain depth, into the creature and clearly see an inner skeletal structure, compacted with muscles, organs, and all!
Thus was Cricket, the 5'9 Volucris Desultor a rarity even in its home world but a deceptively powerful insect like creature! Despite this, for the most part the creature was solitary, honestly friendly to most that approached it without instigating any harmful sort of actions (or if it was given the variety of foods it could eat). Minding its own, alone and eating, left to itself by the forest and its occupants, Crickets head stretched forward a bit, its current stance, fruit in hand, being something that could only be described as a 'Spider-Man crouched on all limbs' stance.
"...Chirp!"
Fallowed by a simple random call from a creature that apparently didnt have a mouth but could eat. Such was the way with Dumb Animals, especially insects that stood on two feet! @Griffintaur
{Doth the insect?}
Tropical, humid, full to the brim with trees, vines, and all sorts of foliage of exotic type, the jungle was surely a splendid place wasn't it? The cries of animal, normal, warning, dying, all of them blended in with the environment in a diverse yet fitting crescendo that one could appreciate, even int he depths of the wild untamed land. However, one such patch of land was devoid of most of it. Everything about the areas instincts made it so, because what sat there, as unassuming as it was, was incredibly dangerous. A loud crunch could be heard as the creature in question was hunched over slightly and, despite no visible mouth, clearly bit through what looked like an oversized coconut like fruit easily despite the obviously hard epidermis of the fruit.
What it was could be described as strange to say the least. Sharp barbed looking antennas stuck out atop the creatures smooth round head. Likewise round eyes seemed to barely hold any sign of pupil or cornea, mostly oversized bulbous iris' with small black dots in the very center counting as everything else. This hairless head sat atop a thick neck that likewise sat atop a strange segmented looking but held together rigid triangular like torso, the back being oddly smooth with the shoulders sticking out almost like some makeshift armor. On this torso were jointed but malleable somewhat lithe looking arms that bore three sharp fingered (thumb pinky and middle finger) hands, and below the waist line sat likewise smooth jointed lithe legs with two toed feet. Everything on the creature looked, most likely felt moist, and had a strange quality to it that almost seemed like an exoskeleton but, perhaps due to its palish white-liquidy color one could literally see, to a certain depth, into the creature and clearly see an inner skeletal structure, compacted with muscles, organs, and all!
Thus was Cricket, the 5'9 Volucris Desultor a rarity even in its home world but a deceptively powerful insect like creature! Despite this, for the most part the creature was solitary, honestly friendly to most that approached it without instigating any harmful sort of actions (or if it was given the variety of foods it could eat). Minding its own, alone and eating, left to itself by the forest and its occupants, Crickets head stretched forward a bit, its current stance, fruit in hand, being something that could only be described as a 'Spider-Man crouched on all limbs' stance.
"...Chirp!"
Fallowed by a simple random call from a creature that apparently didnt have a mouth but could eat. Such was the way with Dumb Animals, especially insects that stood on two feet! @Griffintaur
I actually...well, do you mind if I dont have a sheet for what I use? I kinda came up with an interesting fight idea if you're down. I can start post but long story short it'd be Beast vs Beast.
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