Moonman

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

Because you can never have enough testosterone or shouting.

Ryoma & Black Getter

Name(s): Ryoma Nagare

Appearance:

Most powerful sideburns in the universe

Faction: Lost Worlds Alliance

Abilities:
Martial Artist: Ichigan Nagare trained his son in the brutal Nagare-ryu style of Karate, utilizing methods akin to torture. As a result, Ryoma is of peak physical fitness, and capable of astounding athletic feats. His fists can crush skulls, while his pectoral muscles can snap blades (provided he's been impaled by them, making this technique of questionable utility). However, while he is certainly a force to be reckoned with, Ryoma is still human, with all the limitations of one.

Pilot: Having years of experience in the field, Ryoma is particularly skillful in regards to piloting jet fighters and Getter Machines of all stripes.

Mechanic: While lacking in formal education or training, Ryoma has quite the knack for machinery, especially when it's associated with the Getter Robo. A shining example of this is the Black Getter, jury-rigged and assembled on the moon from the destroyed remains of an original Getter Robo; this was accomplished with minimal tools, a great deal of black paint, and no assistance whatsoever.

Immense Willpower: Ryoma practically embodies a core aspect of the human spirit: our will to survive, grow, and meet all threats with unrelenting, overwhelming force. Any wound short of a fatal one will hardly hinder him, and Ryoma is willing to utilize nigh-suicidal methods to achieve victory. In addition, it seems this particular brand of madness makes him particularly well-suited to piloting a Getter Machine, almost as if the Getter Reactor is empowered by the sheer force of his will.

Equipment:
Black Getter
Height: 38 metres
Weight: 220 tons
Customized to suit Ryoma's personal tastes and sensibilities, this Getter Robo has but one seat. As a result, it is unable to separate or change forms, limiting its effectiveness somewhat. It has a rather expansive arsenal, detailed below:

Getter Tomahawk: A one-handed hatchet of sorts, a practically infinite supply is stored within the Black Getter, and are ejected from bronze-coloured ports mounted on either shoulder. Possessing a wickedly sharp edge, they can be used to cleave through dinosaurs, Invaders, hostages, vegetables (?), and so much more. In addition, the Tomahawks, befitting their name, may be used at range by throwing them. They travel in a manner akin to the unholy offspring of a buzzsaw and a boomerang, slicing through targets before returning to the owner.

Getter Beam: Undeniably the most powerful weapon in the Black Getter's arsenal, it allows the machine to release a beam of focused Getter Energy from an emitter in the abdomen. While primarily intended for combating Invaders, Dinosaurs, Cybernetic Demons, and their ilk, it is still quite effective on other targets. It's powered by cosmic radiation, after all.

Knuckle Spikes: A set of extendable spikes mounted upon both of the Black Getter's fists. Lacking in subtlety and nuance, they allow Ryoma to indulge in the time-honoured art of punching things to death.

Getter Wing: A retractable cape built into the Black Getter's back (not to be confused with its scarf). In addition to being rather spiffy-looking, it allows the Getter to defy gravity and all logical sense in equal measure by way of allowing the machine to fly. Its absolute maximum speed is roughly Mach 2.0-2.5, but it cannot maintain such a velocity while in combat. It may also be used to modify the Getter Beam, causing it to 'scatter' into a rapid burst of suppressing fire. This is accomplished by wrapping the Black Getter's body in the cape, for the sake of reference.

Getter Cutter: Three razor-sharp blades mounted on the Black Getter's left wrist, they're used to cut things and not much else.

Getter Machine Gun(s): Tri-barreled automatic firearms, scaled up to fit the Getter. Remarkably mundane, but their high-caliber munitions and volume of fire make for a dependable ranged weapon. When sortied, the Black Getter typically carries two, stored within the inner confines of the machine.

Personality: At his core, Ryoma is a courageous, loud, and aggressive man whose blood rivals molten magma in temperature. Despite these heroic traits, he is far from a shining paragon of justice and morality. His hotheadedness and violent demeanor is exceeded only by his burning hatred for Invaders, to the point where he is willing to slaughter helpless civilians if it furthers the destruction of the extraterrestrial threat.

He is also rather vengeful and simple, preferring to resolve matters with violence rather than discuss it over dinner. Yet one of his most defining traits is the brotherly bond he shares with his comrades, as Ryoma will proudly stand with his comrades against anything, no matter what.

Short Bio: (His history follows the Armageddon timeline up to his completion of the Black Getter on the moon) With his preparations complete, Ryoma departed from the Moon and headed straight for Earth. Unfortunately for the pilot, he found no Invader menace to fight, no Professor Saotome to kill, or any trace of the Earth he knew in the slightest. He did, however, find himself in the middle of a skirmish between a small force of Anti-Spirals and the local inhabitants of this other Earth. Deciding that it would make for a good test of the Black Getter's capabilities, Ryoma moved to engage whichever group looked more threatening, which just so happened to be the Anti-Spirals.

Thanks in equal parts to the element of surprise and the remarkable power of the Black Getter, the skirmish came to a swift end, with the (admittedly rather small) force of Anti-Spirals soundly routed. The people Ryoma had inadvertently delivered from the jaws of death wasted little time, and immediately requested he aid them in the days to come. As he was unable to return home at present, the pilot had little in the way of choice, and begrudgingly accepted their offer. Now a quasi-official member of the Last Worlds Alliance, Ryoma Nagare prepares himself for the oncoming war against the Anti-Spiral.

Universe of Origin: Getter Robo, the Armageddon timeline, to be precise.

Other: Fuck Dinosaurs.

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@Saint Girralo@Absolis

Jonathan Joestar

Despite a valiant effort on the part of the injured man, it was evident he wouldn't be going anywhere on his own two feet. If that was the case, Jonathan would simply have to carry him. Employing his impressive strength, the young Joestar easily hoisted the man up and onto his shoulders, allowing him to more easily support the weight. Already aware of the med-bay's location, Jonathan immediately set off towards it at a brisk jog, hoping the man would cling to life for just a few moments longer.

A short time later, Jonathan came barreling into the med-bay, his 'cargo' still resting upon his shoulders. Before the medical staff could even respond to his entrance, he'd already set the man down upon the nearest empty bed, and declared they were in need of immediate medical attention. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the staff to regain their composure and set about stabilizing the man's condition posthaste.

Confident that the man was in good hands, Jonathan allowed himself to relax. In regard to the injured man, JoJo had overheard one of the doctors referring to him as 'Roy Mustang.' So that's his name. I'll have to make sure to introduce myself properly when he awakes. Until then, Jonathan had other matters to attend to, chief among them being the door he'd recently demolished. According to an idle member of the med-bay staff, the laboratory's owner was a lady by the name of 'Kokonoe.' A peculiar name. Oriental, perhaps? For a reason unknown to him, the staff member seemed almost fearful at the mention of her. While moderately suspicious, Jonathan could see little sense in being afraid of a potential comrade-in-arms. What's the worst that could happen, anyway?

After taking a moment to decipher the inner workings of his standard-issue portable communication device, Jonathan made an attempt to open a line with Kokonoe.

"Hello, is this working properly? If you're hearing this, Miss Kokonoe, I have something to tell you. I, Jonathan Joestar, would like to apologize for, shall I say, destroying part of your laboratory. I assure you it was for a good reason, and I'd be open to talking this over with you in a civil manner. Perhaps over a pot of tea, if that strikes your fancy?"

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My apologies, I was a tad busy these last few days. I will have a post up momentarily.

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@Saint Girralo

Jonathan Joestar

Jonathan had been released from the hospital, or 'med-bay' as the staff insisted on calling it, exactly ten days prior. His stay had been remarkably comfortable, and the young Joestar was deeply thankful for all the doctors had done for him. Since then, Jonathan had been spending his time exercising, eating, and sleeping. He'd lost his edge, and it cost him his life once. If Jonathan was going to protect his family and friends, he needed to be in tip-top shape. His honour as a Joestar demanded no less than the best, after all.

At present, JoJo was making his way through the Capital Ship's myriad corridors, headed towards the Fitness centre. It was on the 5th floor of the ship, fairly close to the 'med-bay,' fittingly enough. On that note, Jonathan found it rather odd they called it a 'ship,' when it was closer to a mobile city in size. Even his family's mansion was miniscule in comparison. He'd explored naught but a fraction of it so far, yet Jonathan had encountered hundreds of different people, all varying wildly in mannerisms and method of dress. It really is an astounding place, perhaps I could bring Erina here, once this is all over. I'm certain she would...

Jonathan's train of thought promptly ground to a halt, interrupted by what sounded like a fist striking metal. It came from down the hallway, was repeating, and grew fainter with each strike. Moving to investigate, Jonathan soon himself standing before a large door marked as someone's personal laboratory. More importantly, there appeared to be someone locked inside, and practically covered in injuries. While he wasn't one to trespass on private property, the young Joestar couldn't simply leave the man in there to bleed out.

"Step back from the door," Jonathan yelled at the man,"I'm going to break it open."

JoJo stepped up to the door, drew back his left arm, and clenched his fist. Jonathan's breathing became steady and rhythmic, causing his body to glow with a golden aura that crackled with electricity.

"LOCK SHATTER OVERDRIVE!" Naming the technique on the fly, he slammed his fist into the door and discharged a wave of Ripple energy. Despite its sturdy construction, the door was unable to completely absorb the burst of solar energy, creating a fist-sized opening. Capitalizing on this immediately, Jonathan placed a hand on both halves of the door and forcibly pulled it open. With the obstacle removed, Jonathan immediately made his way over to the injured man.

"Take my hand, I'll get you to the hospital."

Then I'll have to apologize to the lab's owner for breaking their door. I'm certain they'll understand if I explain the circumstances.

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Jonathan Joestar

Name: Jonathan Joestar, a.k.a. JoJo

Age: 20, born on the 4th of April, 1868.

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Personality: (Partially and shamelessly ripped from the wiki)
First and foremost, Jonathan strives to become a "true gentleman." He carries his Joestar name with pride, never betraying the code of conduct he has set for himself. Jonathan fights for what he believes in, and once he is committed to something, he won't back down until the deed is done.

Kind, positive, and sometimes naive, Jonathan has a mindset where he tries to imagine the consequences his actions would have on other people, even if they appear to be enemies. He is gentle and sympathetic, feeling pain even as he vanquishes a zombified copper. Despite his skill in fighting, he will never seriously harm a person without a valid reason. Jonathan also possesses a fierce inner strength and the drive to face and overcome conflict, which Dio calls an "explosive power." In the end, even after everything Dio has done, Jonathan still considers him his brother, and sheds tears for him.

Bio: Everything up to and including his death remain the same.
However, before Dio could claim the corpse of Jonathan, the boat was split apart by a particularly violent explosion. As a result, Jonathan's body was sent plunging into the sea, whilst the body-less Brando escaped in his coffin. Dio would later go on to steal the body of George Joestar II, and meet a fate practically identical to his original counterpart.

Some time later, Jonathan awoke to find himself in a hospital bed, surrounded by strange machinery and people in even stranger clothing. Most of them were holding contraptions that vaguely resembled medical equipment, while one in particular held a stack of papers. After taking a moment to gather his wits, Jonathan was approached by the paper-holding individual. They introduced themselves as the 'Assistant Manager for Marketing & Recruitment' in an organization simply known as the Resistance. According to the assistant manager, Jonathan's body was recovered and restored to life by his associates as part of their latest Recruitment Drive. While the young Joestar was free to decline, he had been formally invited to work for the organization.

Following a quick explanation regarding multiversal theory and timeline alteration, only a smidgen of which Jonathan wholly understood; he made his decision. If working with these people would keep Erina, Speedwagon, and the others safe, then who was he to say no?

Abilities:
Athlete: Jonathan took up amateur boxing in his youth, and later went on to become a star rugby player in his college years. Unsurprisingly, this served to make the young Joestar a man of impeccable physical prowess. After receiving the life force of Will A. Zeppeli, Jonathan was raised beyond normal human limits, allowing him to break steel and (somewhat) match the superhuman undead of his universe in raw strength.

Ripple User: An ancient martial art, those who use it may harness the power of the Sun via controlled breathing. Instructed in the art by William Anthonio Zeppeli, the young Joestar is remarkably adept in its use and employs a wide range of techniques in his struggle against Dio and his undead minions:

• Zoom Punch: Jonathan uses the ripple to dislocate and stretch the joints in his arm, allowing him to land punches from a moderate distance.
• Sendo Ripple Overdrive/Metal Silver Overdrive: By channeling Ripple through a solid substance, Jonathan can indirectly strike an opponent so long as they are touching the object in question.
• Scarlet Overdrive: Charging one hand with the Ripple, Jonathan engulfs his hand in flame. He may choose to transfer the fire to another part of his body if needed.
• Life Magnetism Overdrive: Allows Jonathan to rejuvenate and manipulate plants to a limited extent (for example, he may magnetize several leaves together to form a simple hang-glider).
• Underwater Turquoise Blue Overdrive: Water conducts the Ripple particularly well, and may be infused with it to create a mighty tempest. The force is great enough to knock foes way, and launch a great deal of water skyward. As the name suggests, it may only be used while underwater.
• Sunlight Yellow Overdrive: Arguably Jonathan's most powerful 'Overdrive,' he infuses both hands with the Ripple and unleashes a rapid flurry of punches. Most effective when used on the undead/Pillar Men, but still of some use against other opponents.
• Miscellaneous uses: the Ripple may also be used to walk on water, infuse objects (weapons in particular) with energy, jump higher, and heal injuries.
• Weakness: As the use of Ripple is dependent on controlled breathing, impairing Jonathan's ability to breathe will greatly limit his effectiveness.

Luck & Pluck: The sword of Bruford, given to Jonathan in return for ending the zombified knight's unlife and restoring his humanity. It is of fine craftsmanship, being well-balanced, resilient, and quite sharp. While it possesses no inherent unique qualities, it may be infused with the Ripple to enhance its effectiveness. The blade was recovered for Jonathan's use by agents of the Resistance.

Archaeologist: having studied the subject in his youth, Jonathan is quite familiar with the relics of humanity's history.

Organization: Resistance - Subordinate

Universe of Origin: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, marginally altered timeline.
Other: Main Theme,Battle Theme

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@Lmpkio@Savato@Absolis

Alright, let's give this another go.

The best JoJo

Name: Jonathan Joestar, a.k.a. JoJo

Age: 20, born on the 4th of April, 1868.

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Personality: (Partially and shamelessly ripped from the wiki)
First and foremost, Jonathan strives to become a "true gentleman." He carries his Joestar name with pride, never betraying the code of conduct he has set for himself. Jonathan fights for what he believes in, and once he is committed to something, he won't back down until the deed is done.

Kind, positive, and sometimes naive, Jonathan has a mindset where he tries to imagine the consequences his actions would have on other people, even if they appear to be enemies. He is gentle and sympathetic, feeling pain even as he vanquishes a zombified copper. Despite his skill in fighting, he will never seriously harm a person without a valid reason. Jonathan also possesses a fierce inner strength and the drive to face and overcome conflict, which Dio calls an "explosive power." In the end, even after everything Dio has done, Jonathan still considers him his brother, and sheds tears for him.

Bio: Everything up to and including his death remain the same.
However, before Dio could claim the corpse of Jonathan, the boat was split apart by a particularly violent explosion. As a result, Jonathan's body was sent plunging into the sea, whilst the body-less Brando escaped in his coffin. Dio would later go on to steal the body of George Joestar II, and meet a fate practically identical to his original counterpart.

Some time later, Jonathan awoke to find himself in a hospital bed, surrounded by strange machinery and people in even stranger clothing. Most of them were holding contraptions that vaguely resembled medical equipment, while one in particular held a stack of papers. After taking a moment to gather his wits, Jonathan was approached by the paper-holding individual. They introduced themselves as the 'Assistant Manager for Marketing & Recruitment' in an organization simply known as the Resistance. According to the assistant manager, Jonathan's body was recovered and restored to life by his associates as part of their latest Recruitment Drive. While the young Joestar was free to decline, he had been formally invited to work for the organization.

Following a quick explanation regarding multiversal theory and timeline alteration, only a smidgen of which Jonathan wholly understood; he made his decision. If working with these people would keep Erina, Speedwagon, and the others safe, then who was he to say no?

Abilities:
Athlete: Jonathan took up amateur boxing in his youth, and later went on to become a star rugby player in his college years. Unsurprisingly, this served to make the young Joestar a man of impeccable physical prowess. After receiving the life force of Will A. Zeppeli, Jonathan was raised beyond normal human limits, allowing him to break steel and (somewhat) match the superhuman undead of his universe in raw strength.

Ripple User: An ancient martial art, those who use it may harness the power of the Sun via controlled breathing. Instructed in the art by William Anthonio Zeppeli, the young Joestar is remarkably adept in its use and employs a wide range of techniques in his struggle against Dio and his undead minions:

• Zoom Punch: Jonathan uses the ripple to dislocate and stretch the joints in his arm, allowing him to land punches from a moderate distance.
• Sendo Ripple Overdrive/Metal Silver Overdrive: By channeling Ripple through a solid substance, Jonathan can indirectly strike an opponent so long as they are touching the object in question.
• Scarlet Overdrive: Charging one hand with the Ripple, Jonathan engulfs his hand in flame. He may choose to transfer the fire to another part of his body if needed.
• Life Magnetism Overdrive: Allows Jonathan to rejuvenate and manipulate plants to a limited extent (for example, he may magnetize several leaves together to form a simple hang-glider).
• Underwater Turquoise Blue Overdrive: Water conducts the Ripple particularly well, and may be infused with it to create a mighty tempest. The force is great enough to knock foes way, and launch a great deal of water skyward. As the name suggests, it may only be used while underwater.
• Sunlight Yellow Overdrive: Arguably Jonathan's most powerful 'Overdrive,' he infuses both hands with the Ripple and unleashes a rapid flurry of punches. Most effective when used on the undead/Pillar Men, but still of some use against other opponents.
• Miscellaneous uses: the Ripple may also be used to walk on water, infuse objects (weapons in particular) with energy, jump higher, and heal injuries.
• Weakness: As the use of Ripple is dependent on controlled breathing, impairing Jonathan's ability to breathe will greatly limit his effectiveness.

Luck & Pluck: The sword of Bruford, given to Jonathan in return for ending the zombified knight's unlife and restoring his humanity. It is of fine craftsmanship, being well-balanced, resilient, and quite sharp. While it possesses no inherent unique qualities, it may be infused with the Ripple to enhance its effectiveness. The blade was recovered for Jonathan's use by agents of the Resistance.

Archaeologist: having studied the subject in his youth, Jonathan is quite familiar with the relics of humanity's history.

Organization: Resistance - Subordinate

Universe of Origin: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure, marginally altered timeline.
Other: Main Theme,Battle Theme

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@Savato@Lmpkio

It's common knowledge that being bald either makes you a supervillain or an action movie hero

Name: Nappa

Age: Mid to late 50's

Species: Saiyan

Gender: Male

Personality: As befits a member of his race, Nappa is violent, loud, brash, and prideful to a fault. However, he also displays a great deal of respect for his superiors, and cares for the wellbeing of his comrades, fellow Saiyans in particular. While a superb fighter, Nappa's pride and temper can get the better of him, causing the Saiyan to act on impulse and endanger himself.

Bio: The life and tragic death of Nappa.
After his death at the hands of Vegeta, Nappa's spirit was sent to Hell; a.k.a. the Home For Infinite Losers. Unable to escape by his own means, the Saiyan spent his life after death eating, attending the weekly Bingo Night, and plotting revenge on Vegeta. Amusingly, he was resurrected two years later by the Dragon Balls, technically qualifying for the wish to 'revive everyone killed by Frieza's men (Vegeta was still loyal at the time of Nappa's death, after all).' Unfortunately, the lateness of the Saiyan's revival resulted in his body retaining its condition just before death. Thus, Nappa found himself alive, albeit paralyzed.

After ineffectually frothing in rage for several minutes, Nappa did the unthinkable. He called for help, and astoundingly, the Saiyan received an answer. An oddly dressed fellow had appeared before him, and identified themselves as a recruiter for an organization 'from abroad.' They offered to help the crippled warrior in return for his service. Given that his alternative was to continue lying there, Nappa agreed without hesitation. Since then, the Saiyan's body has been restored; and his impressive strength has secured him a position in the organization's upper ranks.

Abilities:

• Flight: Like many individuals from his universe, Nappa can utilize his ki to achieve flight.
• Ki Techniques: To say that Nappa's usage of Ki in combat lacks subtlety would be an understatement. His 'techniques' are limited to creating explosions, simple spheres/beams, and channeling it into his strikes. Effective, certainly, but lacking in versatility.
• Saiyan Physiology: As a high-class warrior of his (nigh-extinct) race, Nappa is a formidable threat. His physical traits are all leagues above that of a normal human, and he possesses a smidgen of finesse in regards to unarmed combat. In terms of 'Power Level,' he clocks in at 4000. Nappa also possesses of number of traits unique to his species:
  
  • Tail: By looking directly at a full moon (or an artificial substitute, if necessary), Nappa is transformed into a mighty Great Ape. While in this form, his size increases massively, and his power is multiplied tenfold. As an elite Saiyan warrior, Nappa does not lose control while transformed, nor can he be paralyzed by squeezing his tail. However, Nappa will be left exhausted after changing back, and will lose this ability if his tail is severed. The tail is also prehensile, and can be used to manipulate objects to a limited extent.
  • Full Release: Surviving a near-death experience has a profound effect on Saiyans, increasing their power by a respectable amount. (Note: due to how inconsistent and exponential it was in the series, I will tone it down or ignore it entirely if needed. It was just a fancy plot device anyway.)
  • Nappa has yet to experience extreme emotional duress and/or need, preventing him from acquiring the power of the fabled Super Saiyan.
• Saiyan Battle Armour: While not overly durable, it is rather flexible and can easily stretch to accommodate the proportions of a Great Ape. It is also quite stylish. Like the rest of Nappa's gear, it is a replica constructed by the RoC's engineers at his request.
• Scouter: Primarily used as a communicator, a recording/transmitting device, and to locate targets. The power measurement system is of questionable accuracy, and only seems to work on biological targets.
• Saibamen: Barely sapient soldiers grown from seeds, they are no longer utilized as disposable grunts (the Reign of Chaos has unpaid interns for that); and now serve exclusively as glorified training dummies for higher-ranked members of the organization.

Organization: Reign of Chaos - Elite Guard

Universe of Origin: Dragon Ball Z

Other:

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Murray

The universe is filled with a lot of 'stuff,' far too much of it to adequately describe in any meaningful length of time. It is for exactly this reason that we will not be focusing on the universe in general, and will instead be focusing on only a comparatively small part of it. In particular, a rather unremarkable collection of stars in a decidedly adequate galaxy. By celestial standards, they were the textbook definition of dull, average, and overall uninteresting. However, something miraculous was happening on a generic little planet in a generic little yellow star system. Planet Earth. At this very moment, the stars have aligned to form an ancient symbol, sacred to the few wretched creatures that understood it.

This was a momentous occasion, for not only would it not happen again for ages to come, it also heralded something greater. A call to what lay below, a call to an ancient force, beckoning it to come forth and fulfill its purpose.

Megatropolis, in the sky, to be precise

It was a cloudless day in the city, allowing the pure blue sky to display its full beauty to the inhabitants. Except for the people in E-district. They were much too busy committing crime and/or being poor to notice. Which was a shame, as that only served to limit his audience. If you're wondering who he is, dear reader, worry not. You will know in just a moment.

Responding to an as of yet unseen cue, a chorus of voices made themselves heard throughout the entire city, chanting unintelligibly. As it went on, the voices increased in volume, slowly culminating in a mighty crescendo before stopping suddenly. Immediately afterwards, a portion of the sky was filled with an explosive burst of flame, proceeded by a humanoid figure falling from the sky. Descending at an angle, the individual quickly found solid 'ground' in the form of a nearby skyscraper, touching down on the super-structure's side with his knees.

While one might think slamming into the side of a building knee-first would lead to serious injuries, or at the very least, damage to the building; neither of those things occurred. Rather, the figure seemed to be sliding down it, and gaining speed as they went. Not only that, but the building was inexplicably catching on fire behind him. This continued for a time, only for the figure to grind to a halt moments before striking the ground. Planting his feet on the surface most commonly used by the gravitationally inclined, the individual's appearance was now much easier to discern.

Humanoid, decidedly masculine in physique, a tattered black coat resembling that of a Protestant reverend, a white undershirt, and black pants. All in all, hardly out of the ordinary, save for a few small things. For you see, dear reader, this man appeared to be a skeleton; quite a spooky one, at that. Furthermore, his eye sockets were covered by a blindfold, and upon his head were a pair of downward-pointing horns. The skeleton also possessed a sizable and bizarrely shaped electric guitar, linked to his horns by a pair of iron chains. If one were to describe the being in a single sentence, 'Metal Album Cover Art' would be more than sufficient. Once he'd finished brushing off a bit of stray dust, the figure began speaking, or more accurately, shouting at the top of their lungs.

"GOOD MORNING MEGATROPOLIS! YOU CAN CALL ME MURRAY, AND I'VE GOT ONE QUESTION FOR YOU ALL! ARE YOU READY..." The figure stopped mid-sentence, and took a moment to survey his surroundings.

"Alright, what the hell is this? I was told there'd be an audience waiting for the opening concert. Did Beelzeboss give me the wrong address again?! Hey, you, with the costumes and shit," Murray addressed the gathering of heroes near the castle, "Is this Megatropolis? I got a gig there and I'm not sure where they wanted me."

@shagranoz@Inertia@Jay Kalton[@All the other Goofy Goobers]

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The other kind of Shredder

Name:
Murray, Herald of the Metalocalypse

Alias:
Murray has no alias, for he has no reason to hide his identity.

Age:
As old as sound itself, but didn't achieve sentience until 1968.

Gender:
Whitesnake

Alignment:
Villain

Appearance:
See Above

Personality
At his core, Murray is an entertainer. The Herald is extravagant, loud, and nearly impossible to anger. He simply wishes to put on a show for the denizens of Earth, and honour the Lords of Metal.

Powers:
Genes of Simmons: Murray's tongue is prehensile and several feet in length, allowing him to shred on his guitar even while his hands are occupied.

Making an entrance: Any true son of metal knows that a proper entrance is mandatory, and Murray is no different. His arrival is always heralded by a chorus of fallen angels and a sizable explosion, swiftly followed by Murray himself power-sliding onto the scene whilst igniting the ground with his legs.

Weapons:
The Pick-Axe of Destiny: Forged from questionably holy power ballads and the hair of primordial metalheads, Murray's personal guitar is an instrument of immense power. Surpassing the limits of mortal comprehension, the sound produced by it is a weapon in itself; a brief solo will release an explosion of sound, often followed by any lesser beings & structures spontaneously exploding. In the event someone foolishly decides to interrupt one of Murray's performances, he can use the 'business end' of his axe as a melee weapon; taking advantage of an edge no less brutal than his music.

His guitar is also bound to him both physically and spiritually, responding to any attempt at separation by way of forcibly returning to Murray in a flash of electricity.

Fighting Style:
Murray is less of a fighter and more of a performer. It just so happens that his performances are incredibly destructive. When it comes down to it, however, he is more than willing to partake in a 'traditional' brawl; by way of mighty kicks, headbangs, and swings from his axe.

Signature Moves:
Thunder Road: Requires a motor vehicle. By jacking his guitar into any nearby car, Murray empowers the mortal vehicle with a surge of electricity, thus transforming it into a hellish hotrod with a mind of its own. With the Herald atop its hood, the car can achieve flight so long as Murray continues to play, propelled along a track formed from lightning and thunderheads.

Live Wire: Channeling electricity into his guitar, the Herald channels a lash formed of lightning to awe the crowd and electrocute opponents.

History:
In the past, Murray was a formless demon, a primordial embodiment of exceptionally loud sounds. In the year 1968 on the Gregorian calendar, however, a miracle occurred. A miracle known only as Heavy Metal. With the genre's birth, so too was Murray reborn, finding new life and purpose as a hellish champion of music. As the years went by, Heavy Metal grew, and countless saints of the genre came and left. All the while, Murray remained in hell, belting out mighty solos in their honour.

Now, it is 17095 A.D. (Anno Dio), and an ancient prophecy is beginning to unfold. The four prophecized sons of Metal have been born, signalling the foretold Tour to End All Tours. The time has come for Murray to walk the Earth, find these four sons, form the ultimate band, and bring forth Armageddon.

Skills:
Master Musician: Unsurprisingly, Murray is an incredibly skilled guitarist, leagues above all but the mightiest of metalheads.

Weaknesses:
The Devil You Know: Murray is vulnerable to all the traditional weaknesses of his kind; such as holy water, blessed icons of the church, a rock-off challenge, being killed (temporarily), and so on and so forth.

Nemesis:
N/A

Story Arc Ideas:
In a bizarre coincidence, countless prophecies connected to different musical genres and their respective champions have lined up to occur at or around the same time. The world will be made to witness the return of the eldritch scions of Glam Rock, the Heavenly Host's Christian Metal, the forgotten cult of Bluegrass, the wretches who cling to the Dead God of Rap, and countless other melodious maniacs.

Other:
While Murray can be 'killed,' doing so will simply banish him back to hell until he reforms. The time spent doing so scales according to how brutal his death was, with more brutal deaths causing him to resurrect more swiftly, and vice versa. If one were to utterly destroy Heavy Metal as a concept, only then would his spirit cease to exist.

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The other kind of Shredder

Name:
Murray, Herald of the Metalocalypse

Alias:
Murray has no alias, for he has no reason to hide his identity.

Age:
As old as sound itself, but didn't achieve sentience until 1968.

Gender:
Whitesnake

Alignment:
Villain

Appearance:
See Above

Personality
At his core, Murray is an entertainer. The Herald is extravagant, loud, and nearly impossible to anger. He simply wishes to put on a show for the denizens of Earth, and honour the Lords of Metal.

Powers:
Genes of Simmons: Murray's tongue is prehensile and several feet in length, allowing him to shred on his guitar even while his hands are occupied.

Making an entrance: Any true son of metal knows that a proper entrance is mandatory, and Murray is no different. His arrival is always heralded by a chorus of fallen angels and a sizable explosion, swiftly followed by Murray himself power-sliding onto the scene whilst igniting the ground with his legs.

Weapons:
The Pick-Axe of Destiny: Forged from questionably holy power ballads and the hair of primordial metalheads, Murray's personal guitar is an instrument of immense power. Surpassing the limits of mortal comprehension, the sound produced by it is a weapon in itself; a brief solo will release an explosion of sound, often followed by any lesser beings & structures spontaneously exploding. In the event someone foolishly decides to interrupt one of Murray's performances, he can use the 'business end' of his axe as a melee weapon; taking advantage of an edge no less brutal than his music.

His guitar is also bound to him both physically and spiritually, responding to any attempt at separation by way of forcibly returning to Murray in a flash of electricity.

Fighting Style:
Murray is less of a fighter and more of a performer. It just so happens that his performances are incredibly destructive. When it comes down to it, however, he is more than willing to partake in a 'traditional' brawl; by way of mighty kicks, headbangs, and swings from his axe.

Signature Moves:
Thunder Road: Requires a motor vehicle. By jacking his guitar into any nearby car, Murray empowers the mortal vehicle with a surge of electricity, thus transforming it into a hellish hotrod with a mind of its own. With the Herald atop its hood, the car can achieve flight so long as Murray continues to play, propelled along a track formed from lightning and thunderheads.

Live Wire: Channeling electricity into his guitar, the Herald channels a lash formed of lightning to awe the crowd and electrocute opponents.

History:
In the past, Murray was a formless demon, a primordial embodiment of exceptionally loud sounds. In the year 1968 on the Gregorian calendar, however, a miracle occurred. A miracle known only as Heavy Metal. With the genre's birth, so too was Murray reborn, finding new life and purpose as a hellish champion of music. As the years went by, Heavy Metal grew, and countless saints of the genre came and left. All the while, Murray remained in hell, belting out mighty solos in their honour.

Now, it is 17095 A.D. (Anno Dio), and an ancient prophecy is beginning to unfold. The four prophecized sons of Metal have been born, signalling the foretold Tour to End All Tours. The time has come for Murray to walk the Earth, find these four sons, form the ultimate band, and bring forth Armageddon.

Skills:
Master Musician: Unsurprisingly, Murray is an incredibly skilled guitarist, leagues above all but the mightiest of metalheads.

Weaknesses:
The Devil You Know: Murray is vulnerable to all the traditional weaknesses of his kind; such as holy water, blessed icons of the church, a rock-off challenge, being killed, and so on and so forth.

Nemesis:
N/A

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