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LeeRoy said
I'm actually curious now, because it was brought up previously.Since the math I saw was: A punch is about 32x lifting weight, would people like to go with that kind of strike force. Or would you rather go with the current 2x lifting weight? Would you prefer accuracy or simplicity?


The 32x number came from the power in a professional baseball player's swing with a bat, and the assumption that they could lift 250 lbs. Not punching power.

Personally, I'd take the punching power thing out of the tier system entirely, for the same reasons Vordak stated. There's too many factors involved and limiting striking force like that makes clubs, bats, maces, and other blunt weapons pretty much useless.
You may want to wait for Milieu to post. He's already got his written up and he's just waiting on a PM reply from Ichthys regarding some of its content before he posts it.
Since not everyone showed up and there wasn't much dialogue, we decided to go ahead and post each part of the collaboration separately. I do think it was a very productive session though. Several potential plot threads were brought up and brainstormed on, which is always fun.
Vincent stood wand in hand, though strangely unused, as the cloaked figure disappeared in the cloud of smoke, blinking back tears as his eyes burned and throat stung. "Atlas, take the priestess." He didn't turn to see if his bodyguard was following the order, focused as he was on ignoring the increasingly blackened air and finding a way out of the inferno he now found himself in. The others were still here too, he knew, but he had never been the sort to give way to sentiment and fear, and did not allow concern to cloud his mind. Instead, he turned his attention upward as Vexia flung her hands toward the rafters, halting the path of the debris that would no doubt have injured some of their number, if not killed them. Still as quick as ever. He'd been too focused on their adversary to realize the damage he had already done to the structure, and save for her efforts that oversight might have cost him his life. He'd have to thank her later.

For now, though, escaping was his first priority. In furtherance of that goal, he strode quickly toward the temple entrance, raising his wand to aim at the nearest gout of flames as he did so, and uttered a whispered spell as he swung the wand forward, sending the flames leaping from the bench they had been consuming to the doors that held the seven trapped within. More words were uttered as he moved closer, the wand aimed squarely at the center of the new inferno he had created, and the heat grew in intensity until he was sure his eyebrows had been burned off. He kept moving regardless, and a moment later the doors collapsed into little more than ash as the fire burned what remained to cinder and the heat began to abate. A small gust of wind cleared the still hot ash from his path, and he released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Fresh air at last. Or at least not air that was trying to kill him.

He turned back to face the others still inside, and summoned a second gust of wind to clear the smoke from the path he had created. "Fly, you fools!"
Those of us that are online are in Milieu's chat room now.
Alright, so are we going to use Milieu's chat or start a new one?
Name- Bloodshot
Age- 35
Species- Umbaran
Gender- Male
Height- 6'6"
Weight- 220 lbs
Job- Bounty Hunter

Appearance:


Armor Capabilities:
Based heavily on the functionality of the Mark III Katarn-class Commando Armor, it shares many of the capabilities of its slightly older cousin, though still differs in several ways due to various personal modifications to the design. The most noticeable of these modifications (apart from the cosmetic overhaul) is the inclusion of grav-plates on the outer thighs and back for the placement and holding of various weaponry (most commonly pistols and melee weapons). Further modification comes in the form of two foot-long vibroblades mounted in the armor's gauntlets that slide into an active position over the back of Bloodshot's hands, and stygian tri-prismatic plating for increased durability, allowing the armor to withstand even the blade of a lightsaber for several seconds before being compromised. Other additions include thermal and electromagnetic imaging systems, penetrating radar for identifying hostiles through walls, floors, and ceilings, a holographic and tactical overlay, and modifications to the life support system that allow it to deliver doses of the potent gas mixture utilized by the Umbaran military to increase reflexes and aggression. Beneath the armor's hardened plating lies an armor-weave body glove that is insulated against both thermal and electrical attacks, as well as being capable of dissipating blaster bolts and even briefly resisting a lightsaber.

Abilities:
The legacy of the mercenary known as Bloodshot, a legacy that has passed through the hands of more than a dozen men, is more than simply the passing on of the armor and title. Through the use of ancient technology discovered on a long-dead planet, each successor to Bloodshot's legacy has not only received the wealth and possessions of his predecessors, but also the skills and memories they collected after assuming the title themselves. While this has given each successor a vast amount of experience and skills to draw from, it comes at the cost of their own memories, erasing everything prior to the time they first stepped into the machine. The current possessor of the title utilizes a combat style that favors pistols, blades, and staves of varying capabilities, with efficiency and speed taking precedence over the more showy techniques common to many of the galaxy's martial artists, including those favored by the jedi order. In addition to his mastery of firearms and melee combat, his Umbaran heritage also grants him a level of natural telepathic skill unrelated to the force-based talents of the jedi and sith. While this ability is less effective and versatile than that of jedi and sith that have dedicated their studies to developing the talent, it is nonetheless potent enough to give him the ability to read, subtly influence, and sometimes even control the will of others, in addition to granting him a high resistance to telepathic influence himself.

Physically, he is a prime specimen of his species, able to hoist 600 lbs above his head and sprint at speeds up to 30 mph. Even his reflexes have been honed near to perfection, with an average reaction time of 97ms. When his augmentations become factored into the equation, he gains the impressive ability to lift 1800 lbs, sprint at speeds approaching 90mph, and react to changing situations with a speed on the same level as the reflexes of any jedi.

Implants:
Cardio-Muscular Package
Skeletal Reinforcement

Weapons:
Collapsible Phrik Electrostaff
Vibrosword w/Ionite Edge
SH-9 Slugthrower Pistol [2, 15 round magazines, 4 reloads, depleted baradium rounds (armor piercing)]
AKraB Vibrodagger [2]
Gauntlet Vibroblade [2, 12-inch]
Spore/B Stun Grenade [4]

Note: All vibroweapons are made with cortosis weave.
That's not a phrasing unique to jokes.

"That guy's sister died the other day." "How unfortunate."

"How unfortunate would it be if the moon fell out of orbit and crashed into the earth?" "Very unfortunate."

"How unfortunate that he wasn't able to pull out of the dive in time and crashed the plane."

As you can see, that phrase alone doesn't really mean anything beyond the fact that something was unfortunate.
That's good to know. :) I had no way to know it before, though, and there was no indication of tone in your posts.

Personally, I find that a smiley or two can go a long way to clear up the intended tone in an otherwise ambiguous post.
You're right. I should have heard that in the tone of your text. My bad.
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