Oh, oh, oh! I know what monster I want to be when I grow up!
A Skull Lord! From MMV, pg. 154. Maybe reflavor it a little bit.
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Long time Guild member. 5-year Navy vet. Roleplaying since 2004 (MSN Groups, oh dang!). DMing D&D Since 2010 (3.5 until 5e was released, been doing that since then).
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I would figure that was something the police would have taken care of. Little easier to switch off power at a junction than to destroy all the light fixtures.
With the "Turtle" stationary, Vaeros followed the Atlantean out of the craft, opting to simply drop to the ground and roll to disperse the impact. It wouldn't have been enough to cause lasting damage, but he didn't want to be forced into a limp for the duration of the fight.
As he approached the entrance, marveling at the speed of the more muscular Teen Titan, Vaeros noticed a group of humans on their way out from the stairwell, having only barely caught Little Brother's order over the noise of his surroundings. Deciding to clear them from the line of fire, he called for them to hurry and waved them away from the door, pointing towards the crowd that had assembled outside, entering only once they had cleared the area.
Running up the stairs, Vaeros burst onto the second floor, hands glowing with bright golden light as he appraised the situation. Anchor was squaring off with Tank, who seemed to have been distracted in his attempt to attack Kira. Little Brother was engaged as well. So was Quin.
Seeing the light of some other flames on the other side of the room, Vaeros smiled in eager anticipation. He ran to investigate, hoping to catch Torch on his own so that he might subdue him. He hadn't made much of a ripple when he'd arrived on Earth. Common knowledge about him would only extend to his offensive abilities, and the nature of his arrival.
Catching sight of the metahuman, Vaeros grinned and spread his arms, beckoning for the man to engage him in combat.
"Come on then, human. Let us see how intense that fire of yours can get." He laughed, bracing himself all the same.
As he approached the entrance, marveling at the speed of the more muscular Teen Titan, Vaeros noticed a group of humans on their way out from the stairwell, having only barely caught Little Brother's order over the noise of his surroundings. Deciding to clear them from the line of fire, he called for them to hurry and waved them away from the door, pointing towards the crowd that had assembled outside, entering only once they had cleared the area.
Running up the stairs, Vaeros burst onto the second floor, hands glowing with bright golden light as he appraised the situation. Anchor was squaring off with Tank, who seemed to have been distracted in his attempt to attack Kira. Little Brother was engaged as well. So was Quin.
Seeing the light of some other flames on the other side of the room, Vaeros smiled in eager anticipation. He ran to investigate, hoping to catch Torch on his own so that he might subdue him. He hadn't made much of a ripple when he'd arrived on Earth. Common knowledge about him would only extend to his offensive abilities, and the nature of his arrival.
Catching sight of the metahuman, Vaeros grinned and spread his arms, beckoning for the man to engage him in combat.
"Come on then, human. Let us see how intense that fire of yours can get." He laughed, bracing himself all the same.
PMed ya, boss man.
Argh... Must resist... Urge to mix... Player and character knowledge...
You could always just come up with adjective descriptors for a turtle, like "Hard-shell" or "Walking-Rock" and say there isn't an exact translation to English, making the assumption that there are similar evolutionary paths somewhere else in the universe.
My character's stance might be (is definitely) colored by my own experience. You can only go through AT drills so many times before it starts to get ingrained in your head. And once you start teaching it to new guys, the division between your belief and the training gets blurred a bit. I've still got my Navy approved references for when it's okay to use deadly force sitting on my counter.
Vaeros smirked at the human's new objection, tightening his grip on the hilt of his falchion as he tapped it up and down on his knee, wisps of smoke curling up when the metal touched his pants.
"Loosen up, Frost Bite. The banter before the siege is one of the best parts about being on one of these teams." He said, slipping his weapon back into its sheath and shaking his hands out, watching the golden glow of his skin intensify as his temperature skyrocketed. He stood up and moved towards the exit, careful to avoid touching anyone.
"Either we run in, beat up the villains, and save the day, or they beat us into submission, and one of your glorious role-models will swoop in to finish the job. And if you insist that one of us watch the door, might I suggest a vote?" At that, he turned to the rest of the group. "Anyone? Nominations? I'm willing to offer my services, but I'm afraid that with my alien mindset I would get confused and mess something up. Remember, Frost Bite has been watching doors - daily - longer than I've even been on this planet."
Looking to the team, he sighed and rubbed his temples, shaking his head and looking up to Little Brother.
"I'm sorry. Can we go fight crime now?"
"Loosen up, Frost Bite. The banter before the siege is one of the best parts about being on one of these teams." He said, slipping his weapon back into its sheath and shaking his hands out, watching the golden glow of his skin intensify as his temperature skyrocketed. He stood up and moved towards the exit, careful to avoid touching anyone.
"Either we run in, beat up the villains, and save the day, or they beat us into submission, and one of your glorious role-models will swoop in to finish the job. And if you insist that one of us watch the door, might I suggest a vote?" At that, he turned to the rest of the group. "Anyone? Nominations? I'm willing to offer my services, but I'm afraid that with my alien mindset I would get confused and mess something up. Remember, Frost Bite has been watching doors - daily - longer than I've even been on this planet."
Looking to the team, he sighed and rubbed his temples, shaking his head and looking up to Little Brother.
"I'm sorry. Can we go fight crime now?"
"On the contrary," Vaeros responded, eager to enter into a conversation with someone where he wouldn't feel like he was completely uneducated. "When done for the right reasons, and with enough at stake, the taking of a life can be the lightest of all tolls on one's heart, especially compared to the other options. Where I come from, the parallels to this team of superheroes often lay waste to legions of monsters, in spirit and in action more often than in body, and they are celebrated for their actions. The gods themselves smile on their champions as they destroy those who would do harm to others. As a result, crime is nearly nonexistent, the common folk lead happy lives, and everyone is free."
It brought a tear of nostalgia to his eyes to think of his home, and the work he was proud to have been a part of. He brushed it away as he continued speaking with the one called Sin.
"It may be true, perhaps, that the same results could be achieved without the bloodshed heroes bring, but the simple truth is that, in times of great crisis, there is precious little time to make that deliberation. When the fate of hundreds, thousands, millions, even billions hangs in the balance, and you have the option to either cut the mastermind down and end his plots at once or to stand idle and attempt to show him the error of his ways, it is not a choice for you to make. Not when the outcome of the latter is so mercurial."
Sighing and leaning back in his seat, Vaeros drew his falchion from its scabbard and ran his hand over the flat of the blade, flicking the edge with his thumb.
"And yet... There is a reason that I do not draw this blade very often. I have heard the protests and explanations of Earth's great heroes. And while I may not agree with all of their beliefs, they are something to aspire to in their own respects. So I will do my best to stay my hand, until the time comes when doing so would surely spell doom for the masses."
It brought a tear of nostalgia to his eyes to think of his home, and the work he was proud to have been a part of. He brushed it away as he continued speaking with the one called Sin.
"It may be true, perhaps, that the same results could be achieved without the bloodshed heroes bring, but the simple truth is that, in times of great crisis, there is precious little time to make that deliberation. When the fate of hundreds, thousands, millions, even billions hangs in the balance, and you have the option to either cut the mastermind down and end his plots at once or to stand idle and attempt to show him the error of his ways, it is not a choice for you to make. Not when the outcome of the latter is so mercurial."
Sighing and leaning back in his seat, Vaeros drew his falchion from its scabbard and ran his hand over the flat of the blade, flicking the edge with his thumb.
"And yet... There is a reason that I do not draw this blade very often. I have heard the protests and explanations of Earth's great heroes. And while I may not agree with all of their beliefs, they are something to aspire to in their own respects. So I will do my best to stay my hand, until the time comes when doing so would surely spell doom for the masses."
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