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Ruins of Norn: Another Side

The barbarian was cleaning his blade with a woolen rag to pass the time when the sorcerer began to speak. Todd looked at Chad, taking in the man's suggestion for a moment, before nodding his head. "Aye, there must be a fair amount of goods we could find in the town. Let's just pray there ain't any monsters 'round, don't need my head chopped off or my guts spillin' outta my chest."

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

I've been putting this game off for way too long, but I just wanted to say that I'm still in it too. I swore I wasn't gonna drop out like I did in UOU and I meant it. I'll try and get a post up when I can.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Thirded. Let's get some loot bois.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Todd Angryface:

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Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Buckle up boys, here comes an angry barbarian with a big ol fuck off sword.

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World of Light

Level 1 - 3/10 EXP
Difficulty Level 1
Location: Peach's Castle - Throne Room
Word Count: 525
Direct Mentions: @DracoLunaris @Lmpkio @Lugubrious @thedman

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Gene, after seeing that the giant lizard thing wasn't going to attack (at least, not yet), let out a sigh of relief. "... Man, I... Really am sorry about that though. I didn't hurt you or anything right?" He doubted he could actually hurt the lizard, it looked pretty tough, but then he did whoop Angra's ass pretty hard. Of course, that was with both God Hands, and... Wait, didn't he remember not feeling the Left God Hand's power? He double checked his left arm, finding that it didn't carry the tribal tattoos of the God Hand on it. Oh crap, he really was back at square one.

He was pulled out of his shock as a small purple dragon approached him, asking who he was and saying that he had found this group in a bit of a jam. He felt his trademark cocky grin make its way onto his face, and he pounding his fist into his hand. "The name's Gene, and I'm the warrior known as the God Hand!" Maybe that was a bit too bombastic and arrogant given he was still on thin ice after attacking so suddenly. Still, he couldn't help it. "Uh, so who are..."

He trailed off as the little onion looking thing approached him, the onion slapping its hand onto Gene's shoulder and telling the fighter to take it easy. He began to explain it in what Gene figured was layman's terms. He didn't know what a Galeem was, but fighting? Fighting was his specialty. "Well, you bet your ass I'm good at fighting! Check this out!" He began to unleash his trademark combo at the air, starting with a Mach Speed Jab...

And simply threw a single left jab instead. Then a left hook, and a straight, followed by an uppercut. What the?! "That's... Weird. I had learned so many different techniques but now it's like I can't remember them..." He tried to go for the Yes Man Kablaam, a personal favorite, and instead did a simple guard break. "Huh. Guess that guy must've zapped my techniques. Damn." He turned back to the onion, shrugging. "I can fight, but I'm not as good as I used to be. Maybe I'll find more techniques as we travel. I dun- oh."

He finally noticed that the onion had waddled away in the direction of food. Gene's mouth watered despite himself. Man, food would be so good right now. Still, he had to find out about these other folks. At the sound of a question directed towards him, Gene craned his head, seeing the middle aged guy in the suit calling out to him to assure he was on their side. In response, Gene gave a grin and a thumbs up, calling back. "Yeah, I'm not brainwashed and crazy anymore! ... Least I hope not!" Despite himself, he let out another sigh of relief, looking back at the two that were still near him. "Sorry again about the whole kick to the face thing. Kinda couldn't stop myself," he gave one last apology to the lizard, then turned back to the dragon. "So, like I was saying, who are you guys?"

The Occult Investigations Agency

Henry Thompson

Henry Thompson

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OIA Designation

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Psychological Profile
Thompson seems to enjoy putting on the facade of a hardened man of few words. He dislikes small talk and is mostly focused on his work. In most conversations he is curt and to the point, often rudely so, and will attempt to steer conversations away from his personal life should the conversation seem to be heading that way. Occasionally, cracks in his facade appear when dispatching enemies, where he will occasionally let loose a joke or one liner. Most of his colleagues have referred to him as having a quote "stick up his ass". This is, as previously stated, simply a facade. Thompson was questioned by his superiors about his behavior, where he revealed his true nature.

The Thompson beneath the facade is in fact just an average man trapped in a bit of a fantasy. He wishes to be like the heroes of the action movies he grew up on: tough, fearless, and no nonsense. In fact, when not taking on this persona, Thompson is rather awkward and stumbles upon his words, indicating the stoic part of his facade may be a "cool" way of covering up that part of himself. Officials have allowed him to continue maintaining this facade, but have asked him to tune it down and at least attempt to get to know his colleagues better. Thompson has been improving in that regard.

Background
Thompson was born in New York City to a lower middle class family in Queens. As a child he grew up watching his father's assortment of movies, predominantly action films from the 80s and 90s. This caused a spark in the young Thompson, who wished to become an action hero as well and save lives. He originally planned on joining the military, but at 18 was only able to make it to the army reserves. There, he learned the majority of his training, but Thompson, hoping to go into combat, was disappointed when he served three years without seeing combat.

Rather than reenlist, Thompson returned to New York and became a SWAT officer, where he would occasionally see combat. His former peers noted how odd he was in his mannerisms, but did not act on it because of his efficiency. Thompson was dissatisfied with his work as a police officer, finding it "boring", and sought out any potentially new careers where he could do the same things on a more dangerous scale.

That was how he found the OIA, and without hesitation he resigned from the department and moved to New Carcosa to join them. He has worked at the Agency for a year as an Occult Tactics Operative. He has few friends in the Agency, most finding the persona he takes on creepy or annoying, and has (as said) been spoken to about it a week prior to this latest revision of his file. Thompson has been doing his best to improve and socialize with his colleagues.

Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operative (Officer)
Specialization
Firearms
Special Operations
Crowd Control

Training
Advanced Firearms Training
Standard Close Combat Training
Standard Athletic Training
Basic Medical Training

Relevant Experience
Three years in army reserves, five as a police and SWAT officer

Notes
Thompson wears his tactical gear at all times when in the precinct, rarely taking it off. Colleagues express concern over his hygiene because of this.
Without his helmet on, one would see that Thompson is an average looking Caucasian man with pale skin, brown eyes, and brown hair in a crew cut.
Thompson has taken to calling himself "Reaper" and attempts to get his colleagues to call him by this nickname. Most ignore him and simply call him by his actual name.

The Occult Investigations Agency

Here's my character who's trying too hard to be cool but at the same time is actually competent at his job.

The Dork Knight

Henry Thompson

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OIA Designation

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Psychological Profile
Thompson seems to enjoy putting on the facade of a hardened man of few words. He dislikes small talk and is mostly focused on his work. In most conversations he is curt and to the point, often rudely so, and will attempt to steer conversations away from his personal life should the conversation seem to be heading that way. Occasionally, cracks in his facade appear when dispatching enemies, where he will occasionally let loose a joke or one liner. Most of his colleagues have referred to him as having a quote "stick up his ass". This is, as previously stated, simply a facade. Thompson was questioned by his superiors about his behavior, where he revealed his true nature.

The Thompson beneath the facade is in fact just an average man trapped in a bit of a fantasy. He wishes to be like the heroes of the action movies he grew up on: tough, fearless, and no nonsense. In fact, when not taking on this persona, Thompson is rather awkward and stumbles upon his words, indicating the stoic part of his facade may be a "cool" way of covering up that part of himself. Officials have allowed him to continue maintaining this facade, but have asked him to tune it down and at least attempt to get to know his colleagues better. Thompson has been improving in that regard.

Background
Thompson was born in New York City to a lower middle class family in Queens. As a child he grew up watching his father's assortment of movies, predominantly action films from the 80s and 90s. This caused a spark in the young Thompson, who wished to become an action hero as well and save lives. He originally planned on joining the military, but at 18 was only able to make it to the army reserves. There, he learned the majority of his training, but Thompson, hoping to go into combat, was disappointed when he served three years without seeing combat.

Rather than reenlist, Thompson returned to New York and became a SWAT officer, where he would occasionally see combat. His former peers noted how odd he was in his mannerisms, but did not act on it because of his efficiency. Thompson was dissatisfied with his work as a police officer, finding it "boring", and sought out any potentially new careers where he could do the same things on a more dangerous scale.

That was how he found the OIA, and without hesitation he resigned from the department and moved to New Carcosa to join them. He has worked at the Agency for a year as an Occult Tactics Operative. He has few friends in the Agency, most finding the persona he takes on creepy or annoying, and has (as said) been spoken to about it a week prior to this latest revision of his file. Thompson has been doing his best to improve and socialize with his colleagues.

Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operative (Officer)
Specialization
Firearms
Special Operations
Crowd Control

Training
Advanced Firearms Training
Standard Close Combat Training
Standard Athletic Training
Basic Medical Training

Relevant Experience
Three years in army reserves, five as a police and SWAT officer

Notes
Thompson wears his tactical gear at all times when in the precinct, rarely taking it off. Colleagues express concern over his hygiene because of this.
Without his helmet on, one would see that Thompson is an average looking Caucasian man with pale skin, brown eyes, and blonde hair in a crew cut.
Thompson has taken to calling himself "Reaper" and attempts to get his colleagues to call him by this nickname. Most ignore him and simply call him by his actual name.

The Occult Investigations Agency

I'm interested in this. How does an OTO who acts all enigmatic and mysterious but is really just a huge dork who wants to come off as cool sound?

World of Light

Level 1 - 2/10 EXP
Difficulty Level 1
Location: Peach's Castle - Throne Room
Word Count: 279
Coming to in the presence of: @DracoLunaris + general sweep

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The fighter's attack was about to connect with the lizard's big dumb head when...

It all came back.

His eyes returned to normal, and for a moment in time, Gene was confused. Where the hell was Angra? Where was he? And why didn't he feel the power of Azel's God Hand? In his confusion, he forgot to halt his jumping kick, and his feet planted themselves firmly onto Bowser's face. The two of them fell to the ground, Gene falling right into Henry's attack and taking the brunt of it with a shout of pain. Recovering quickly, he jumped back up onto his feet. Ignoring his wounds, he began looking around frantically, trying to find something, anything that was familiar.

This wasn't where he was fighting Angra. This was a big fancy castle. And there were so many people he didn't recognize. Robots and humans and creatures, oh my! He was trying to piece it all together when he saw the giant lizard was throwing a punch his way! Instinctively, Gene ducked just out of the way of the attack, an impressed whistle escaping his lips despite himself. Instead of trying to fight back, however, Gene began to talk. "Hey there man, let's be cool, no need to be so hotheaded!"

That did not come out as the placating comment Gene expected it to be. And he figured it was kind of hypocritical considering he had attacked first. Still, the furious fighter continued to speak. "Er, uh, I didn't mean that. What I meant was I have absolutely no clue how I got here or why I was attacking you so can we just cool it for a minute!?"