Silverstein

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Badland Heist (Bandit's Lair)
Interaction: @AzureKnight @PaulHaynek @FrogRFlowR

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”What’s the idea, sneaking off on your own. Trying to take all the credit for yourself?”
-Evelyn

"It's nice to see you too Ms. Evelyn" Leon retorted and greeted the angry witch as if he intended to piss her even more.

"I don't know why you're so upset about it, but if it makes you feel any better, taking recognition is the last thing on my mind. I prefer to remain anonymous and leave it at that" The rogue fae answered, deflecting the witch's silly accusations. Leon knew he isn't gonna hear the end of this once the spoiled astronomer starts yapping her mouth for accusing him of something so petty.

~

As far as the campaign goes, the badland crew seems to already know what their next task is. They were on the same page trailing the guy after work, leading to their secret hideout at the canyons.

A cavern, hidden via huge boulder blocking its path and serves as its entrance door. The area is concealed, sealed tight, and well-guarded. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that the 4 reavers are outnumbered once they enter the heart of the enemy's base. They need to approach this more delicately if they don't want to startle the bandit's hive.

Unfortunately for the knife-wielding fae, The star-themed witch has already made plans on her own.

"Wait, Ms. Evelyn. I think we should think this -- " Before the words ever escape Leon's lips, the witch of the stars haphazardly fires a beam that decimates the entire stone wall in front of her, creating a large booming sound, leaving hazards of falling rocks and a huge hole in its wake. His fear of this mission going sideways on its ass has come true.

What follows after this messy execution was trouble brewing at the mouth of the cave. The rogue fae was put in a difficult position to fight an angry mob of bandits charging at them, wielding magical swords with malicious intent.

He saw the incoming danger and release a sigh of disappointment.

"Aight, I'm gonna head out." He nonchalantly said to Einer and Asterope, stepping backward as if he was ditching them in this time of need. Without another word, Leon draws his daggers in between each of his fingers and began to blend into the night.

Using size, his nimbleness, and his ability to sense danger to avert incoming attacks. Leon works around the magitech-wielding bandits behind their backs, picking them up one by one like an assassin. Thinning them out, creating confusion and stabbing them from their blindsides when they least expect it then dipping out again into the shadows.

I know it feels scummy using the other reavers as the frontline in this fight, but this is where the dagger-wielding rogue excels.

Also if there's any consolation in all of this unplanned fiasco is that Evelyn makes a good job drawing out the angry bandits' attention. (read: Bait)

I Once Belonged to a Fantasy World, But Now I Ended Up in the Real World?

This seems fun. count me in! here is my sheet. :> @MagusDream

The Headless Delivery boy

"Ey! watch where ya going! can't you see I'm driving here!"

Anima Mundi Name: The Pale Rider of Anima Mundi
Earth Name: Steven Steinfield
Age: 21
Race: Dullahan/Undead
Gender: Male
Alignment (optional): Lawful Evil

Personal Information:

Personality: Manifested as a young man in his early 20s, Steven comes off as a rowdy and unmannered teenager. He is tough as nails, takes no shit from anyone, and is somewhat very competent at his job. The tonal shift of the harsh city (new york) affected his time on earth making him An outspoken in-your-face city boy that cusses out whenever given the opportunity.

Likes: Tips, Speed, Pizza, Efficiency, Fancy cars.
Dislikes: Rude Customers, Rush hour, Traffic, Cats.
Fears: Low rating. Unsatisfied reviews. His head accidentally falling off in front of others.

Backstory:

Fear the headless pale rider and his skeletal steed; galloping across the plain in search of the living at dusk. Death follows wherever he goes, leading stray adventurers to their final destination.

Adventurer's guide, Anima Mundi's creature catalog. Chapter XXVI - Undead.

As the fable goes, This mysterious undead rider is often portrayed as a villain. A silent grim reaper. An anonymous entity.The bane of all adventurers who wander too far. He is the most trusted general and the reliable messenger of the Undead King.

Just as he was about to get promoted from his rank in his years of service in the undead community. A strange portal appeared and transported him into the 'human world'. Stripping away most of his reaper-like powers and his hellish horse.

In this world, He is no longer the harbinger of death, the pale rider, the headless undertaker. No, all of that was lost and meant nothing in this realm.

He has reduced nothing more than a broke college student with a detachable head.

He was found laying in the alleyways of a pizza parlor in Queens. His head was severed and his body lying on the other side. The owner of this pizza parlor: a lovely old couple named Maria and Toni adopted the poor lad and sheltered him out of pity. They didn't question how is he able to talk without his head connected to his body nor if he is human or not. To them, it was just a unique medical condition these kids are having these days.

The Rider knew he was far from home and have to adapt to this world's customs in order to survive. He was given the name 'Steven' and soon pledge his undying loyalty to the couple and became one of their most reliable employees. Steven saw the similarities between this small-town pizza parlor and the tomb of the Undead King. Each member has a role to fill and his role to serve his new 'master'. A debt the Rider is willing to pay in the form of delivering pizza within 30 mins or less.

Motivation: To deliver his delivery with satisfactory results, get a 5-star rating on his uber services. To return to the tomb of the undead king.

How Much Time on Earth?: 1 year

Battle Information

Abilities/Skills:
Dullahan physiology - Due to their undead nature, Steven can exist without their head attached to their bodies.

Steven possesses the ability to magically induce fear, emitting a chilling presence to those who stand near him.

Charger Bond- Steven can telepathically control his bike with his mind.

Out-of-this-world driving- Steven's driving skills are second to none. Even without the proper knowledge of earth's vehicles, Steven can operate any form of carrier known to man. A rider amongst riders.

Undead Regeneration- Frailty of one's flesh is a minor concern for the non-living. Steven can repair and patch up injuries over time.

Strengths:
Determined
Earnest
Independent

Weakness:
Rain
All things gold.
Being Impatient.
Being detach from his body for a long time.

Weapons and Tools:

Deathseeker(A Normal Bike) - A subpar substitute for his skeletal horse of doom. A two-wheeled bike that gets the job done when delivering pizzas.
Standard Uber Insulated Backpacks - used for carrying food on his back.

Music Themes (Optional)

Main Theme: WIP
Battle Theme: WIP

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Badland Heist
Interaction: @AzureKnight @PaulHaynek @FrogRFlowR

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"Impressive little spell." - Asterope

"Uhhh.. Thanks.."

Confused but not surprised, The knife eared fae was unfazed by the looming presence behind him due to his 'danger sense' registered the Thunder witch as a non-threat. Leon briefly shifted his head at the back, acknowledging Asterope's concern, reprimanding him for keeping secrets from them. You can tell she's upset, like a parent scolding their child sneaking out in the middle of the night. Makes sense since she's the senior magus amongst this group of rookies.

"You shouldn't leave on your own like that. It isn't safe. Beside, keeping secrets from the team? Quite rude." - Asterope

"That's just how I operate, Bad habits I guess. My bad for ditching you guys and keeping you blind." Leon said blandly, returning his eyes to the traitorous employee.

"It must've been painful to leave you guys in the same room with Ms. Evelyn that you have to follow me here in this stakeout Ms. Asterope." He continued.

"In any case, See that guy over there, I'm a hundred percent certain he's a spy and one of the suspects, I have the coordinates of their hideout based on his inner thoughts." The fae rogue explained the details of his findings to the lightning magus.

"He's not alone in this one, There are others like him plotting against this company, I suggest we tread lightly and intercept them before things get ugly."

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Badland Heist
Interaction: @AzureKnight @PaulHaynek @FrogRFlowR

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Thrown in the middle of nowhere convoyed by a magic-powered vehicle with nothing but a map and their wits in their hand. The reavers find themselves inside a damaged industrial complex standing tall in an isolated barren land. This is where their mission begins. To be Mr.Donovan's investigator/hired guns at his factory, solving his stolen goods dilemma against some mysterious bandits. (Confidentially of course).

The knife-eared fae followed the group inside the ransack factory, where he observed the inner workings of the daily life of a magitech manufacturer. Nothing out of the usual, just your typical busy laborers trying to repair the damaged factory and whatnot. That moment didn't last long as Leon felt a slight jolt in his mind.

Upon touring the insides of Donovan's magical plant, The fae can feel a peering gaze staring at them. He can hear muffled sounds coming from their mouths from a vision. A vivid premonition slips into his brain. Leon's danger sense suddenly triggers, detecting an ill intent against their group. It wasn't major or anything but a concern nevertheless.

Being part of a party, The roguish elf has a nagging feeling that he should tell his fellow reavers about his premonition and the small clue he has found. But who?

Evelyn? Hmm.. I doubt she'll keep a tight lip. She has the restraint of an unsupervised child.

Astrope? I have a feeling that she'll electrocute him on sight! She seems the confrontal type.

Perhaps the best option is to tell the bard about his findings, He seems like a gentle soul and can keep it to a minimum. Leon looks around and catches up to the bard's phasing.

"Einer was it? Don't look now but I think we're being watched." Leon mumbled to Einer within his earshot.

"I'm gonna hunt them down after this meeting and find what's up. I need you to keep face and keep the others at bay, You think you can cover for me?" The fae ask Einer with a straight face before the group entered the main office. Without a doubt, Leon is confident enough to put his trust in Einer with this task, He's a bard after all, garnering attention and having an audience is 50% of what they do.

~

Leon finally meets the director in charge of this plant, by the looks of things, The reavers caught them in a bad spot. The young man seems upset while discussing the factories' losses with his employees, hoping to keep the recent damage to a minimum.

The knife-eared fae noticed that Mr. Josef has been on the edge ever since the reavers got here. The man was on the verge of breaking down due to the unfortunate events happening in this factory. It wouldn't take an esper to read his anxious mind. The poor sap.

”You already know our situation, so we’ll skip that part. Right now we’ve been so focused on repairing the plant and keeping this out of the public eye, we haven’t had time for much else. I can tell you by the entry points and guard casualties, this was done by a team of professionals. Since no word has gotten out about the prototype weapons they stole, we’re thinking their current base of operations is some within the outer badlands At least, we hope… He said, wiping a bit of sweat off his face

”They’ll probably plotting their next move, at least that’s the only reason I can think of as to why they’ve been quiet for the past few days…
- Director Josef

His story checks out. The info he has given them was kinda vague but still helpful. Transporting that kind of weapon would take time to distribute.

"Rest assured Mr. Josef, Well handle this with the utmost care. Also, though it's not in my position to give you advice since I'm a workaholic myself, please refrain from drinking too much caffeine. It makes your mind all jumpy." He said.

"I'll go on the first watch.." Leon said nodding to the group, subtlely eyeing Einer about their talk earlier.

The half awake fae left the office to spy on these suspicious workers.

~

After leaving the group inside the main director's office, The hooded fae did his little investigation on his own, doing what he does best which is: Espionage. Finding out this suspicious employee that triggers his premonition. He was all sneaky about it. Like a shadow wandering in this massive factory.

Eventually, he found the suspicious employee without being noticed and was within range to establish a link.

"Conceptualize blade: splinter." The hooded fae muttered, envisioning a dagger conjured from his mind. Manifesting it in the material plain.

Just as the name suggested, This psionic dagger he envision was barely the size of a tiny needle. It's non-lethal unlike the rest of his ethereal daggers and is mainly used to mark his prey within their thoughts.

With a flick of his wrist. This singular invisible needle flies through the air like a dart and cleanly latches to his unsuspecting target.

With this tiny surgical incision. The fae rogue can track down his target's thoughts and movements where ever he went.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Badland Heist
Interaction: @Inertia @AzureKnight @PaulHaynek @FrogRFlowR

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"While Leon here is right, I also wouldn't be too quick to judge your own teammates. Young Evelynn here has made her proofs, after all."

"It's not that I'm not confident with her skill, It's her ability to be subtle is what concerns me..." Leon nonchalantly said in the background, combing his snow-white hair back in its place from the static electricity the witch has caused. He didn't mind Asterope's playful display of her magic. His hair is already a mess as it is.

As far as Leon is concerned, if this higher-up magus is able of leaking a fraction of her lightning magic just by her presence alone. Who knows what she is capable off when she decides to amp up the dial? (Note to self: Human livewire, Do not touch nor startle her.)

Soon the Badland heist team has completely gathered in front of their benefactor. Most of them came from nobility or a prodigy of some kind. Even the kid with the lyre has an air of higher class in him based on its elegant craftsmanship. This should be an interesting bunch, A vigilante rogue that beats up people at night working with the elites.


"I'm good to go. Examining the workers there should be a good start. If we're lucky, maybe one of them has seen these mysterious crafty bandits." He said with a straight face, determined to answer the 'whos' and the 'hows' of this heist.

"Altho, If it ain't too much Mr.Donovan. I would require a complete detailed blueprint of your building. I just wanna know every possible entry point and every exit there is. I'm still not convinced this is a perfect crime. As an esper, it's always an advantage to perceive things beyond the normalcy of our eyes."

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

@Silverstein
I'm afraid that your sheet will have to be one of the ones that I put on the back-burner. We can PM if you want to know the specifics, but at the moment I don't believe that I can accept Tiny Tim (despite his wonderful name) into the RP.

@Tortoise

Oof. aight we'll discuss it there if that's what you prefer. It must be really serious to have it go through a PM XD

Pilgrim's Caravan: An Open-Ended Fantasy (with Worldbuilding!)

Sorry for dropping by unannounced. In any case here's my submission.

The vessel of the old sun god

"Hey! lemme go, I'm not some sort of doll you can play with! I'll have you know I'm a vessel of a divine being that your tiny insignificant mind can't even fathom!"

Name: Tiny Timmy (Timodeus Animus Aster Sinistra Blackstar)
Race, Age, Time in the Caravan: Halfling, 16, 2 months
Height: 4ft flat.
Weight: 100lbs
Appearance: Just as his nickname implies, Timmy's physical appearance is short and stout, almost like a life-size doll in comparison. He wears these baggy rags that almost cover his entire body and a wizard hat that he never wears off even in his sleep. His face is shrouded in shadow, hiding most of his facial features except for his eyes.

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History:
DOOM! FIRE! FATE! STARS!

These are the words to describe the infamous Blackstar lineage. For years, these halflings serve the old god beyond the cosmos, an old religion that seems outlandish even by today's standards.

Their religion is based on the study of astronomy, the probability of events, and worshiping a giant floating ball of flame watching over them from the sky that is similar to the sun. Their history was cut short during the dark ages of Alwyn. Where the old gods, traditions, and religions were purged from the earth, making way for the new.

Timmy's kind has been hunted down and shunted away for the crimes of heresy. Their main temple was violated and destroyed. Their theology began to dwindle and was soon forgotten as the new civilizations and gods began to rise.

Timothy's ancestor is the last survivor of his kin and eventually gave birth to him in a secluded village as the years passed. At a young age, Timmy began to have visions and such, having a connection with this disembodied voice guiding him from time to time and giving him the gift of magic from ancient times. and soon after, He bears the gift of the holy flame, performing miracles, Almost becoming a saint of their village.

In a Joan of Arc-eques fashion, He obeys this disembodied voice without any hesitance, believing it was his destiny.

And his destiny tells him to go forth and travel with a band called 'the Pilgrim's Caravan..' to find the truth.

Strange.

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Personality:

Tiny Timmy is a firm believer in his foreign god. A small man trying to stand tall in the huge world of Alwyn. Despite being a man of religion and faith, His very vocal and stubborn about things. Timothy has a foul mouth of a sailor and a slight air of arrogance in him.

Motivation:
To cleanse the world of its impurities and explore the new world.

Skills, Strengths and Weaknesses, and Tools:

Magic: Astronomy/Probability/Old sun magic

Hider

Wrath of the malignant star-
Being a prophet of the stars, The Foreign god ******* hears the call of its most favored devotee. With the right conditions, Timothy can summon a falling star from the heavens through a concurrent prayer. A meteor set course to purge his foes within the area. Although this great power comes with a price, He can only use this once each day and has to recharge his body from the fatigue of using his god's authority.

Destiny killer -
Tiny Timmy specializes in altering one's fate, A disruption spell sealed in his right eye. Giving his target(s) 'bad luck' that's seemingly impossible to happen on a normal basis. A curse of misfortune that benefits him and spells trouble to his foes.

Cleansing fire -
Being a cleric, it's almost a sin not to get a healing spell. but this healing spell has a catch: it requires an offering, a rite of passage of the fire god's judgment. The patient will feel immense pain, a burning sensation, the melting of their skin, and the searing of one's bone before being completely healed of its wounds. Normally, Timmy won't use this spell without the patients' consent. It can also resurrect someone from the brink of death's grasp if the fire god deems them worthy.

Strengths:

Timmy has a vast knowledge of the stars and astronomy and can tell the forecast of the weather with a simple glimpse of the sky.
Luck is always on his side(most of the time)
His small size can be used to his advantage to sneak past tight places.
mostly familiar with the system of magic and science.

Weakness:

fragile spellcaster
small size and weight issue
lack of actual combat skills
His Meteor skill requires a long windy chant to summon.

Equipment

Oblivion Staff- A oak staff that acts as a conduit for his spell.

The all-seeing telescope - A relic of the past, an enhance pocket telescope that sees all things (landscape, hidden anomaly, spirits, and such) within its range.

Optional: Extra Details

What They Most Want:
What happened during the dark ages of Alwyn

If They Had a DnD Alignment, It Would Be:
Lawful Evil Cleric

Three Likes:
Devotion, Science and Magic

Three Dislikes:
Heathens, Treating him like a toy, Disrespecting his lords' name

Do They Follow Their Heart or Their Mind?:
His Mind

Worst Fear:
His god/religion would cease to exist.

Favorite Color:
Any bright colors

Most Like The Animal:
Feline variety.

Favorite Time of Day:
Daytime

How They Dress:
As long as it's neat and hides most of his face. Timothy doesn't really get to choose his clothes due to the fact it's hard to find something in his size.

Favorite Season:
Summer, Ofcourse

What Gods/Spirits/Whatevers They Worship (If Any):
******* -A Lovecraftian fire-based elder god, Timmy calls it 'Sun god' for simplicity's sake.

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

Interacting with: Evelyn/Donovan@AzureKnight
Badland Heist

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What transpires, bumping into Evelyn and meeting with Donovan himself in the halls was not the whole detailed story. Well, not from Leon's perspective at least.

It was rather much more embarrassing and awkward than it should have been!

Leon did bump into her in the halls. Yes, but not the way it's played out to be. The estranged fae was able to perceive the incoming collision before he made contact with her due to his 'danger sense' kicking in.

Rather than making the witch awkwardly fall on her back and look like a heartless jerk in doing so. Leon catches the troubled girl by her waist with his cape. Saving her, preventing the boisterous young lady from greeting the floor with her spine and tailbone.

The whole sequence played out straight from a cheesy romance novel. A fateful encounter between two people; facing each other with their gazes intertwined and bodies locked together for a mere second.

It's pretty dreamy, right? well not exactly..

The rogue elf wasn't exactly prince charming material.

"...." Leon couldn't care less about her and greeted her with the same deadpan look on his face and helps her get back on her feet as soon as Donovan arrived to hash out their mission. And to make matters worst, He didn't even ask if she was okay!

He then held his hand out to Leon; he’d continue his explanation whether the Fae accepted the shake or not.

Leon did reaches out his hand as a means of formality to the entrepreneur and listened to the details the plant owner has to say.

~

As soon as Donavon finished their briefing, Leon simply nodded, turning his attention to the witch.

"By the sound of it, the only possible conclusion I have is that they have a rat in their network to aid these master thieves .. an inside job If you will. " Leon spoke out.

"It's true that kind of magitech is kinda scary, sucking up mana and adding it to their own. It can be beneficial to those who upholds the peace, and harmful to those who use it for personal gain." The fae muttered while recollecting the deal he made with Kiff, no wonder the librarian wants this weaponry, this stuff is potent!

"I assumed we'll be working together, My name is Leon, an esper, I stab people physically and mentally." He nonchalantly introduces himself.

"You should be more careful next time, and collect your thoughts.. you seemed troubled a moment ago. As an esper, my advice is to strengthen your resolve, or else you'll drown in other people's thoughts if you don't focus on your own." Leon said, almost showing empathy to his fellow reaver, Evelyn.

"I don't want this delicate covert mission to go south due to the people I work with aren't 100% emotionally stable." He added. And just like that, the rogue fae ruined a piece of encouraging advice turning it into something mission-oriented. What a strange way to boost one's morale.

"Shall we go and plan this out?"

Magus Reaver: Scions of Sorcery

Leon Hyksos

@AzureKnight
Mission Accepted:
Badland Heist (with a totally not shady request from Kiff Luther)

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"..."

Leon remains unfazed upon seeing the long-haired man reveal himself. He continues to flip the pages of his book, tracking the words with his eyes unbothered by the librarian's presence sharing a seat in front of him. To Leon, he was just a friendly worker at the Eon tower unintentionally invading his personal space with a little casual chat. It happens right?

His tired half-awake eyes shifted back and forth behind the book in his hand and the man who introduced himself as Kiff, listening to his tangents along with a peculiar proposition that caught his interest.

The Fae notices the more Kiff delves into that request the more he got utterly tense based on his tone as if someone is about to get him. Strange.

"..."

The librarian left in such a hurry leaving the hooded fae with so many baffling questions.

A covert retrieval mission huh? That sounds up to my pay grade.

Also, Did he just play the 'i scratch your back, you scratch mine' card on me? That's just low.. now I have to donate something for using his library!

The amount of shadiness that man exudes is alarming, He speaks like a respectable scholar, and yet He has the street smarts of a trader.I'm sure this isn't the first time he offered a deal to someone in bringing something to him in exchange.

Either way, His intent is still an enigma to me, I supposed we'll cross that bridge once the mission is complete. Best not to overthink it and focus on the task ahead.

By the scion gods, why do I always end up with a dirty job?

The hooded fae sighed and preps his things. Leon decided to contact this Donovan guy at the site for more info. Maybe he'll meet the other reavers there.

As for that little talk about the spoils of this mission, Well.. He decided to keep it between them for now. call it Client/Contractor confidentiality.

The Star-Breakers

Hello, @Mintz. I would like to join this RP. Here's my character submission.

Professor. Thermo and Hammerfist

"Stickem' up! See this massive ogre over here? This big guy has a short temper and the only thing that separates you from being space pudding by its unbridled rage is this leash that I hold.. think fast cuz my fingers are getting realllllly sleepy.."

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Name: Professor Thermo and Hammerfist

Nicknames/Titles: The Mad Bomber/ The Unshackled Brute of Ortharion

Age: 60 yrs/5 yrs

Gender: Male/Male

Ship Role: Weapons Engineer/Muscle.

Race: Gnome Gremlin/Ogre Warrior

Personality: Prof. Thermo is your cranky old grampa that loves to tinker with explosives and gadgets. Hammerfist on the other hand, he's like an infant. A massive hunk of killing machine that has child-like wonder. Prof.Thermo provides the brain and Hammerfist the muscle.

Biography: Professor Thermo is a former top scientist specializing in explosives and nuclear weapons. His experiments can get a bit unhinged and he would go to extremes just to meet his cause. The Elder Committee had no choice but to fire Prof. Thermo due to his questionable work ethic which resulted in the disgruntled bomb expert into a life of crime.

Unfortunately for this little gremlin, the vast criminal world of the intergalactic space is ruthless and would take more than brains to get around. He needs muscle.

That's where Tibbles a.k.a. Hammerfist comes in. The runaway son of the Ogre King of the planet Ortharion. A planet mirroring earth where the inhabitants are uncivilized titan ogres, battling every day for supremacy and survival. Thermo scouted him at an underground planetary fight club and offer him the life to start a new one. Together, they become a formidable duo making names in the criminal world.

"Aight, Tibs.. looks like we'll be joining a crew, you know what that means?"
"Free Food.."
"Yes, free food.. but most importantly bigger heist! no more chump change for us. we're in the big leagues now"

Powers/Skills:

Professor Thermo:
Explosive Expert
Gadget Innovator
Saboteur
Average Marksmanship

Hammerfist:
High Pain Tolerance
Enhance Strength
Enhance Speed
Berserk mode

Equipment:
Blaster Gun.
Emp grenades.
Actual grenades.
A Wrench.
A saddle, custom-made for Prof. Thermo to sit on top of Hammerfist.

Others:

-Prof Thermo is practically a midget that stands at 4'1ft tall and Hammerfist at a towering height of 7'8 ft.
-Hammerfist only communicates with grunts and simple words, and only listens to his partner: Prof Thermo.