VashDemonTongue said
There was no part of that post that wasn't hardcore as fuck.
No one fucks with Dimitri. Not to mention that third arm shoots a laser from the palm. Useful for getting rid of pesky assistants and interns.
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No one fucks with Dimitri. Not to mention that third arm shoots a laser from the palm. Useful for getting rid of pesky assistants and interns.
GravityFlux said
Does he get drunk with Winter?If not, well then I've go-Wait, he's friends with BearOh boyo boy
Considering he no longer has a mouth, I would say that he does not get drunk. At most, he crushes mentats, makes them into a liquid, and injects them into his neck.
DemonTongue said
Post up. Tired now.Hey, Pyro, I'm entertaining a thought. Might I be so bold as to ask if Dimitri could be the mind behind Tristan's super special awesome power armor?
I dont see why not. Use him how you like, as he isn't just my NPC, but everyone's.
The voice of Dimitri Romanov.
Name: Dimitri Romanov
Age: 38
Biography: Dimitri was once a member of the White Bears, joined willingly from one of the most advanced of the the Canadian Vaults, Vault 19, one of the only two that joined willingly. The man was a scientific prodigy, passing many of his peers in the early days of his youth, and graduating the classes by the time he was ten. At the age of fifteen, he was fixing the sentry bots in the Vault better than the current mechanics, and could hack nearly any of the Vault's computers. So, when the White Bears appeared outside of the Vault, it was no wonder that the Bears took him along with them.
With the aid of Dimitri, one by one the other Vaults opened up to the Bears, and their defenses were turned on them. This earned him a spot with the greatest of the White Bears, even if he was the shittiest shot they'd ever seen. Which is how he met Magnus, the Beast of the North, before he was known as such. The pair became fast friends, Magnus always interested in hearing Dimitri's scientific talk, while the latter enjoyed watching the other use nearly every weapon with perfection. At one time, Dimitri even attached a small camera to Magnus's mask, videotaping the slaughter of an entire village so that he wouldn't miss a moment of it. It always gave him a little rush.
However, when the time came for the Enclave to take over Canada, Dimitri retreated back to Vault 19, where he sealed the door and locked out most of the White Bears. Within, he explained the situation to his fellows, and they all agreed that it would be better to try and parley with the new superpower of the North, rather than stick by the dying Bears. And, when the Enclave came, Dimitri opened the door and welcomed them with open arms and a treaty that was already written up with terms similar to those that had been negotiated with the White Bears.
Now, with the new ally made, Dimitri retreated into the depths of the Vault, locking himself up in his private labs. Supplied by the Enclave as per their treaty, he stayed there for the next five years, no one seeing him or hearing from him during the entire time, save the woman who brought him food. When he emerged, the man was nearly unrecognizable. Most of his face was covered in metal, and his arm was changed into one of steel and wire. If one were to check beneath his clothes, they would see that most of his chest and legs had been upgraded as well, metal and wiring mixing with the flesh. And, stick out from his back, a third arm, more rudimentary than his other ones, but just as effective... And, with a few special upgrades of its own.
After his revelation to the Vault, he left them, and moved onto the Enclave to become one of their top scientists. Not only that, but he was one of the best robotic engineers they'd ever seen, and likely to be the best they ever would for decades to come. Always favoring to work alone to keep others from stealing his work, he became quite introverted, unless he was boasting of his work, or trying to convince others that steel was greater than flesh, and would always be.
Considering his former achievements, his greatest one himself, it was no surprise that he was assigned to the Eagle Claw team to be the one who would repair and inspect their equipment, and be their adviser on all things mechanical and science. Though, it was late that he was assigned, and he was unable to see off the squad. However, you could be bet he'd be the first to welcome them back for a job well done.
The months following Idaho, Dimitri hardly left his lab. No one hardly entered, either, aside from the members of Eagle Claw and the few superiors he actually bothered to listen to. In his seclusion, there were only two goals: The first, and most important, was the building of his perfect warrior. It was costing the Enclave a lot in materials, but they were being assured that his little monstrosity would have the strength of a Super Mutant Overlord, the dexterity of a Deathclaw, and the destructive capabilities of all of Eagle Claw, and more. His side project was much simpler, compared to his foremost concern. And that was the rebuilding of Alexander, from the inside out, into an even better warrior than he had ever been.
Needless to say, the cyborg is under a lot of pressure, and has no time for idiotic banter or idleness, even from Eagle Claw. His temper has gotten shorter than it had ever been before, especially with his fellow scientists and his superiors. Eagle Claw is no exception, and can expect a bit of hostility from him any time he is interrupted.
Name: Dimitri Romanov
Age: 38
Biography: Dimitri was once a member of the White Bears, joined willingly from one of the most advanced of the the Canadian Vaults, Vault 19, one of the only two that joined willingly. The man was a scientific prodigy, passing many of his peers in the early days of his youth, and graduating the classes by the time he was ten. At the age of fifteen, he was fixing the sentry bots in the Vault better than the current mechanics, and could hack nearly any of the Vault's computers. So, when the White Bears appeared outside of the Vault, it was no wonder that the Bears took him along with them.
With the aid of Dimitri, one by one the other Vaults opened up to the Bears, and their defenses were turned on them. This earned him a spot with the greatest of the White Bears, even if he was the shittiest shot they'd ever seen. Which is how he met Magnus, the Beast of the North, before he was known as such. The pair became fast friends, Magnus always interested in hearing Dimitri's scientific talk, while the latter enjoyed watching the other use nearly every weapon with perfection. At one time, Dimitri even attached a small camera to Magnus's mask, videotaping the slaughter of an entire village so that he wouldn't miss a moment of it. It always gave him a little rush.
However, when the time came for the Enclave to take over Canada, Dimitri retreated back to Vault 19, where he sealed the door and locked out most of the White Bears. Within, he explained the situation to his fellows, and they all agreed that it would be better to try and parley with the new superpower of the North, rather than stick by the dying Bears. And, when the Enclave came, Dimitri opened the door and welcomed them with open arms and a treaty that was already written up with terms similar to those that had been negotiated with the White Bears.
Now, with the new ally made, Dimitri retreated into the depths of the Vault, locking himself up in his private labs. Supplied by the Enclave as per their treaty, he stayed there for the next five years, no one seeing him or hearing from him during the entire time, save the woman who brought him food. When he emerged, the man was nearly unrecognizable. Most of his face was covered in metal, and his arm was changed into one of steel and wire. If one were to check beneath his clothes, they would see that most of his chest and legs had been upgraded as well, metal and wiring mixing with the flesh. And, stick out from his back, a third arm, more rudimentary than his other ones, but just as effective... And, with a few special upgrades of its own.
After his revelation to the Vault, he left them, and moved onto the Enclave to become one of their top scientists. Not only that, but he was one of the best robotic engineers they'd ever seen, and likely to be the best they ever would for decades to come. Always favoring to work alone to keep others from stealing his work, he became quite introverted, unless he was boasting of his work, or trying to convince others that steel was greater than flesh, and would always be.
Considering his former achievements, his greatest one himself, it was no surprise that he was assigned to the Eagle Claw team to be the one who would repair and inspect their equipment, and be their adviser on all things mechanical and science. Though, it was late that he was assigned, and he was unable to see off the squad. However, you could be bet he'd be the first to welcome them back for a job well done.
Time to fight Chaos with Chaos.
Propping the gatling laser against the wall, he turned and began to search for the proper equipment. Outside, he could hear the roaring of the beast, and the sounds of explosions and gunfire. Oh, how he wished he were able to see it! But, he would get his chance to inflict some damage soon enough. By the time the gunfire stopped, and the shout over the comms for them to finish it, the Bear was carrying a loaded missile launcher on his shoulder, with four more held under his arm. A savage grin covered his face beneath his helmet as he climbed up to an upper level of the building, and looked out.
Already, the damn thing was starting to get up. Though, there seemed to be something crawling over it... When the shout came over the comms, he swore loudly, and readied the launcher. Rather than hold his fire, he merely yelled, "Watch yourself, Winter!" Then he pulled the trigger, and a missile fired itself from the barrel. It flew through the air, letting out a small whirring sound following the trail of smoke left behind. After a small delay, the missile impacted, right into the Behemoth's left cheek. It's head tossed to the side, and a roar of pain escaped it, while the Bear loaded in another missile. A roar escaped him, and the second missile was fired, hitting the thing in the shoulder. Hopefully the splash wouldn't hit Winter, but at the moment, the only thing Bear could see was the red of rage and his enemy.
A third was loaded, and he lowered his aim considerably. "Stay down!" He roared, and the missile flew from the barrel, towards the creature's knee. He didn't even bother to check for impact before he had loaded in the fourth missile, and fired in the same direction. The missiles hit their mark, the first hitting the front of the knee and the second hitting the back, forcing the Behemoth to drop down onto his knee. The final missile was loaded into the launcher, and he slowly raised it up, finally taking careful aim. This one needed to count. The missiles had been a damn good distraction for Winter, but now that his little barrage was over, it would only be a matter of time before the bastard took notice of the little man crawling up him. Slowly, he aimed it up to his face, towards the eyes. Specifically, the ruined eye that Deathstroke had taken out. Now, he just waited for an opening that, hopefully, Winter would provide for him to finish off this damn beast.
Luckily, Winter was not some scrub with a knife. The skilled son of a bitch was able to force it back to the ground with a bit of gouging in its other eye socket. As the man began to walk off, he could see the blinded beast stirring. As it sat up, it gave him the perfect vantage point. "I told you to stay down!" he shouted, the final missile flying out towards the gaping wound Winter had left. The missile tore through the soft flesh of the eye, and entered the skull before exploding. Gore splattered out, raining over its chest and, unfortunately, Winter. Letting go of the weapon, he allowed it to clatter down onto the ground several yards below. As he turned to head downstairs, he muttered over the comms, "Your welcome." He retrieved the gatling laser on the wall, and headed outside. The Behemoth was dead, but there were still several dozen mutants running around out there. They were not given permission to live, and were not going to get away from him.
A ruined door burst open, the wood shattered and tossed onto the ground. A group of mutants were grouped away, staring dumbly at the corpse of the Behemoth, a god by their standards. And here was the Bear, the one who had slain it for good, the ebony giant that would carve out there gravestones. As they turned to check on the noise that Bear had caused, the gatling laser was already turning and a burst of bright green energy flew towards them, taking them out momentarily. It came to a halt, and he turned until he could see something else to kill. He still had a bit of rage to let out.
Already, the damn thing was starting to get up. Though, there seemed to be something crawling over it... When the shout came over the comms, he swore loudly, and readied the launcher. Rather than hold his fire, he merely yelled, "Watch yourself, Winter!" Then he pulled the trigger, and a missile fired itself from the barrel. It flew through the air, letting out a small whirring sound following the trail of smoke left behind. After a small delay, the missile impacted, right into the Behemoth's left cheek. It's head tossed to the side, and a roar of pain escaped it, while the Bear loaded in another missile. A roar escaped him, and the second missile was fired, hitting the thing in the shoulder. Hopefully the splash wouldn't hit Winter, but at the moment, the only thing Bear could see was the red of rage and his enemy.
A third was loaded, and he lowered his aim considerably. "Stay down!" He roared, and the missile flew from the barrel, towards the creature's knee. He didn't even bother to check for impact before he had loaded in the fourth missile, and fired in the same direction. The missiles hit their mark, the first hitting the front of the knee and the second hitting the back, forcing the Behemoth to drop down onto his knee. The final missile was loaded into the launcher, and he slowly raised it up, finally taking careful aim. This one needed to count. The missiles had been a damn good distraction for Winter, but now that his little barrage was over, it would only be a matter of time before the bastard took notice of the little man crawling up him. Slowly, he aimed it up to his face, towards the eyes. Specifically, the ruined eye that Deathstroke had taken out. Now, he just waited for an opening that, hopefully, Winter would provide for him to finish off this damn beast.
Luckily, Winter was not some scrub with a knife. The skilled son of a bitch was able to force it back to the ground with a bit of gouging in its other eye socket. As the man began to walk off, he could see the blinded beast stirring. As it sat up, it gave him the perfect vantage point. "I told you to stay down!" he shouted, the final missile flying out towards the gaping wound Winter had left. The missile tore through the soft flesh of the eye, and entered the skull before exploding. Gore splattered out, raining over its chest and, unfortunately, Winter. Letting go of the weapon, he allowed it to clatter down onto the ground several yards below. As he turned to head downstairs, he muttered over the comms, "Your welcome." He retrieved the gatling laser on the wall, and headed outside. The Behemoth was dead, but there were still several dozen mutants running around out there. They were not given permission to live, and were not going to get away from him.
A ruined door burst open, the wood shattered and tossed onto the ground. A group of mutants were grouped away, staring dumbly at the corpse of the Behemoth, a god by their standards. And here was the Bear, the one who had slain it for good, the ebony giant that would carve out there gravestones. As they turned to check on the noise that Bear had caused, the gatling laser was already turning and a burst of bright green energy flew towards them, taking them out momentarily. It came to a halt, and he turned until he could see something else to kill. He still had a bit of rage to let out.
GravityFlux said
Stahp, no.I'm already tempted to respond by attempting to kick the Defender down, out of his hands, then STARE BEAR down, then say "Hey, mate, no killing friends"*rhyme*
Defender already holstered, would have to edit my post to allow this. You'd be kicking the gatiling laser out of his hands, and I think that would escalate into a murder.
Lucius Cypher said
Throwing a grenade at another, joke or no, isn't exactly something I'd react kindly to either. Lucy knows when a grenade is armed, but even tahn she'd be a bit peeved at the idea that someone threw a grenade at her.
Bear knows when plasma grenades are armed - they open up longer and show the glowy green bits - but the fact remains that he was not expecting it, so did not notice it.
Invictus said
Hahaha nice! I kinda want to respond, but I'll lets one one else or wait for Vash.Bear is such an angry person, with a right to be but that's beyond the point. Kinda want to say something about a nice shot....I think Golem is slightly suicidal....
We're going to end up killing each other at some point, I can feel it.
Quick response post made.
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