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@kishin asura
Ehh, if you say so boss! What should I tone it down to? I don't want to totally gimp his strength, as if he does, he'll be a sitting duck for almost anyone. Also, those numbers aren't just random. I got those from an system used by Dnd to determine equipment load, and the ability to lift, and push, objects. His strength is equal to that of an adult dragon.

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@kishin asura
Well, remove his super strength, and what exactly does he have? He'd be tanky, but..lack a way to fight effectively compared to even the less powerful characters. He also lacks a regenerative factor, or the ability to move from dimension to dimension easily.

Err, wait, no, that sounds like just complaining...Err, let me give an example! Yea.
For example, Asura. Decently powerful. He can fly, shoot lazers, use his madness wavelength, regenerate from massive amounts of damage, can survive without food and water for insane amounts of time, is able to, from just being alive, if he were to not keep his wavelength in check, send a world into a downward spiral of insanity and destruction.

Gram, can throw things. Punch things. Must eat, sleep, and drink to remain healthy, can withstand heavy trauma, must heal wounds he does get with either outside help, or with an enchanted item that gives regeneration. Has an attack with a large amount of wind up time that can help him deal with regenerating foes, and a faster attack to help him with rather tough foes that his normal strength can't bring down. He's a bit like a far weaker hulk. Super strength, not really anything else.

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I think it's time I make a character to help...err..prevent an Asura flavored disaster. Well, less MAKe a character, more port him over....Wraith will know, who this is.

Name: Gram: The Last Tarkatan. The killer of Dragons. The fist of Vengance.
Age: 26
Appearance:
Powers:
Toughness: Gram's body has been recreated by a god, after he laid down his life to save them. As such, his new body is exceptionally more difficult to destroy. He has been known to withstand explosions, the blades of lesser men, magma, and acid. As such, expect him to do some more outlandish things, such as engage in combat waist deep in liquid stone. This also applies to poisons, as he has eaten void metal, a metal normally exceptionally lethal to living beings, with no problems, other than a bit of indigestion.
Strength of Gods: Gram's physical might is exceptionally high. For a list of things he can do, here is his ranges for being able to carry things, pick things up, ext.

Light Load ((No strain in carrying, does not effect movement.)): 88,000 pounds.

Medium Load: ((Slight hinderance. Effects dodging, but not climbing, or running speeds.)) 8900-177000 lbs.

Heavy Load: ((Major hinderance. Effects dodging, running speeds, climbing, ect.)) 178000-266000 lbs.

He can lift anything weighing less than 266000 lbs over his head.

He can pick up off the ground anything weighing less than 532000 lbs.

He can push/drag anything 1331200lbs or less.

He has been known to punch though magical metals, destroying golems made from Void Metal, which is harder than any normal metals (save for space age super metals.)

Mach Punch: Gram's signature ability, Gram rears back a mighty punch, and unleashes it with devastating force in a cone up to 50 ft in front of him, the subject of the initial punch taking far more damage than that just within the cone. This also sends almost anything flying backwards.

Warlock Punch: An attack created by a powerhungry master of darkness, Gram has taken the ability, and made it his own. By channeling his utter hatred, Gram envelops his fist in a dark power. However, this takes time, giving his enemies a free shot at hitting him, making it an extremely risky move. When he launches this attack, everything around him, and his target, are enveloped in a dark flame that burns, and the damage done cannot be healed, save for by a divine power. However, he has used this power to aid him killing a troll dragon (A dragon with no breath ability, but a troll's regenerative factor.), and against a group of super powered magi, destroying his foes with devastating effect.

Rapid Punch: Gram is able to, if within arm's reach of something, able to simply unload a fury of punches. 4, in under a second. However, this requires him to be standing still, and focusing.
Weaknesses:
Inability to cast magic: Gram has no magical potential. The most magic he can summon up is the dark power of his warlock punch, which is a manifestation of his anger, at best. As such, enemies able to shrug off physical blows, and his warlock punch, leave Gram in a dangerous place.

Slow to react: Gram has never been the best at dodging, always getting caught in the flaming breath of dragons, or in the surging tides of acid from a ruptured alchemy barrel, ect. This also applies to combat, him never really hitting first, rather, being the last to act when it comes to a fight.

Can't fly: This may sound a bit strange, but Gram's inability to fly, among creatures like Asura, makes for an incredible weakness....as he has no way to give chase to flying foes, being left with his feet on the dirt. He can try to jump, but jumping can only get someone so far.

Refusal to kill: Gram's title among the bug people, the gentle fist, comes from him deciding to give up killing people, unless he feels they deserve death. As such, he will leave his enemies alive so they may learn, and come back stronger...a possible death sentence.

Inability to Dimension Hop: Without the aid of a magical item, another person, or some sort of divine intervention, Gram is unable to travel the universes. As such, it is very possible for him to be trapped somewhere, like a dead dimension, if one were to want to be rid of him.
Bio: Once a great warrior in a fantasy land, walking along side a powerful pally, a servant of the gods, and a fairy, he traveled his home world, seeking power, and to kill the Black Crystal, a group of people seeking to destroy the gods, and claim their power. He did in deed cripple their attempts, but at a cost. They destroy his people, killing all other Tarkatans, save for him. In his rage, he did something that caused the party to collapse in on itself. He killed the fallen wife of the pally, who had been working with the black crystal. After a bloody battle, which he escaped from after killing the pally in one on one combat. This forever changed Gram, for they had been close friends. After finishing off the black crystal, Gram set out to rid the world of evil...to make it a place where no one would have to go though the pain that he had to. However, the powerful warrior was banished from his world by a pantheon of dark gods, and sent tumbling though the infinity of the multiverse, until he landed in Issac's realm, many years later. Now, he seeks out powerful foes, in order to grow stronger. His objective? To sunder reality, itself, and return to his home realm, so he may enact true vengeance upon the dark gods, and all that follow them.

Quote: "I am sorry...everyone....Eclipse, I hope you see her, on the other side....I hope you all find the rest...and paradise...you deserved...."- Gram, after having killed his friends in a battle he never wanted.

Theme Songs
Normally: Headstrong-Trapt
When you press the metaphorical Goku button...: https://youtu.be/kjIVkl34Vig

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@kishin asura @thewizardguy @ShadowVentus @Wraithblade6 @Teoinsanity
Seeing the gout of fire, Alexander reflexively steps backwards, a natural fear of it rising in him. He knew how dangerous fire was to him, and he was unsure how well this being could wield such flames......in a moment, the confidence he had shown melted away to a fear, and terror...if only for a moment. Collecting himself, Alexander took in a breath.

"One last warning, stop the fighting, or I'll be forced to do something I'd rather not..." Alexander states, a mock courage showing. "I'll be forced to summon our greatest warrior...Gram, of the Gentle Fist....and you will not enjoy fighting him." Alexander states, hoping maybe to either distract Khanie, or at the very least scare him, neither being truly likely.

However, Maka rushes forwards, grabbing the blade summoned by Khaine. She takes in a deep breath, before speaking out, loudly. "Hey, I was the one who tried to control you, not Asura." She says, before she releases her wavelength, everyone near her becoming enraged, save for the small angel girl, for but a moment, before it vanishes, like a match extinguished by a river. She stands, blade at the ready. "If you want to get your revenge, you want to fight me, not Asura..." She claims.

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@Wraithblade6 @Teoinsanity @ShadowVentus @kishin asura @thewizardguy

A fight begins, and then, it ends, before it gains momentum. From a hall connected to the one our heroes found themselves in, a blur of golden brown pounces forwards, like a rushing river, carrying with it the smell of honey. The large stone thrown by Doom is slammed into the ground by a huge golden fist, saving Khaine from the impact. Walking forwards, a man...no, something more, and yet something less than a man, walks forwards. His clothing being robes made from some brown cloth, his skin a pale white that hasn't seen the sun in ages, and his eyes amber. He looked around at those gathered, nodding his head. His eyes then are set on Asura.
"There will be no fighting here...or I will be forced to thrash whoever instigates..." The strange man says, looking to Khaine, Asura, and Doom, as more golden hands seem to appear from his back, reaching over to Maka, helping her up, and over to Issac, the hands carefully putting him back together, before sealing his wounds with whatever substance they were made out of. Issac seemed to pass out finally, as if he felt safe enough to with the arrival of the mysterious being.
"My name is Alexander. You all most likely do not know me, and I do not know you all...but I do know this. If you seek to harm one another, you will not do so here. While you are here, this is a violence free zone. Understand?" The man said. He made it clear, this was an order. Not a request.

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Sorry for dying. Postin now.

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Figured I'd need to help make things more stable, I'd bring in another character. So far, with only two that are meant to be recuring, it limits my ability to direct the story.

Name: Alexander Rivian. The first honey lord.
Age: 24
Appearance: As his form is ever shifting, he normally takes on the form of a slender young man, with light honey brown hair, pale as milk skin, and eyes that look to be made of amber. His teeth too, seem to be made from amber, giving him a very off putting appearance, sorta riding in the uncanny valley. Human, but wrong. Very wrong.
Powers: Alexander has dominion over honey, and to an extent, resin from trees. He can manipulate them much like how a bender would, from avatar. However, an interesting fact about him, is his body is almost entirely made of honey, save for his teeth, and eyes, which is the small amount of his body which is comprised of tree resin, hardened into amber. This renders cutting him, and bludgeoning him rather useless, as he can will his body back together. His body holds a rather large amount of honey, meaning he can use a large amount before it takes an apparent toll on his form. Bees, and creatures related to bees, find his words to have a supernatural pull with them.
Weaknesses: Fire, and acid both cause extensive damage to Alexander's body, and can be destroyed by devouring him, or by setting him alight with fire. His body can also be dried from intense magical heat, causing him to stiffen, and harden, trapping him in his own body, a statue. He can also be killed by being thrown into a large body of water, it diluting him to the point of death.
Bio: Once a prominant medicine man from the empire of humanity, using his knowledge to help out his fellow man from the horrific ailments that afflicts his world. However, as fate itself, being a cruel mistress, had him begin to fall sick to a disease that even he couldn't cure. A disease, a bacteria that rotted the flesh as if he were dead, reducing a man into what seems to be an undead abomination. There was one treatment, however....to be bathed in the honey of a mystical group of bees that were larger than humans. Their honey was said to have restorative powers, ones that bacteria, even mystical ones, couldn't survive. As such, he ran to the home of these bees, but he was attacked on his way by a group of bird men, the Tengu, bitter rivals of humanity, and the insect men. Laying, dying on the steps of the hive, only for what seemed like an angel, with eyes of emerald green, to pick him up, and carry him into the hive. This is where he passed out. When he awoke, he was once again on the steps of the hive, but alive, and well...but different. His body was golden, and at will, shifted shape and form. He left then, knowing that he had changed from the cure, turning him into a creature of honey. However, when he returns home, he is treated as a monster, and assaulted. Fleeing from the empire, he now lives in the hive, acting as both a medicine man, and as a protector, using his new powers to keep his home safe.
Theme Song: https://youtu.be/bd4lfgp1J3o

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@thewizardguy @kishin asura

Issac looks to the warrior who had taken up a similar stance beside him, the two pointing their weapons forwards in unison. He then looked back to Asura, and Maka, his gaze locked onto the blond girl, as he growls, before turning to Khaine, moving between the Warrior, and the Kishins. "They are mine. I won't be denied this vengeance for what they made me do....the blood of my kin stains my hands today...something I will pay for dearly...but not before I make them pay, first." He says, standing firm.
Watching from the forests, Shaula groaned as no doubt, Asura had gotten into trouble, again, and her leader would be most displeased if he went to far into insanity from the loss of Maka...so, she began to plot, and scheme, knowing full well what would easily solve the problem...eliminating the two threatening the kishins. But how? Would she use poisons? Potions? Maybe just tear apart one, and lead the other away on a chase? Maybe...just maybe, that might work...
Springing forth from the forest, leaping up from a tree, Shaula drew another hand of cards, before throwing them, a shower of razor sharp death towards Issac, and Khaine. The hail of cards pummel into Issac, cutting him apart, his right arm falling to his side, along with his blade, as the rest lodge themselves in his chest. He lets out a gasp, one of his lungs collapsed, as he attempted to breath, squirming, dying on the ground. Shaula prepares another hand, standing where Khaine could clearly see her.

"You want to kill little old me? Well then, go ahead...try it." She taunts, before throwing more cards, these simply bouncing off Khaine's armor, leaving thin scratches that do little more than give the appearance of wear and tear. A bait, one of the sake of Asura, and Maka. Shaula begins her retreat into the forest, leaping into the trees, hoping Khaine, enraged, would follow her.

Thoughout this, Maka simply grabs Asura, and pulls him to the ground, making sure he isn't struck by the flying playing cards, concerned for his safety above everyone else's.

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@Teoinsanity
looks good to me.

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@kishin asura
"I would of got him..." She says, pouting a bit. "If I could get my hands on him, it'd all be over..." She then snickers, before a cut appears on her cheek, that quickly closes. Issac, holding his blade that has a few drops of red blood coming off of it, stares at Maka, and Asura, with a odd sort of anger. His blade, while dripping with Maka's blood, also drips with the blood of his kin, him having killed two of his allies in his momentary madness induced by Maka, and he looks royally pissed about it.