supertinyking

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

@KRIEEEG

Name: Vek Gurdun
Appearance:
Race: Dark Dwarf.
Class: Fighter/Animal Lord: Ape Lord.
Abilities
Animal Empathy: Animals Like Vek more than the average creature. Those that would be hostile, may be neutral. Those that would be Neutral may seek Vek in a more kind light. This is, of course, up to gm discretion as to how well it works on what.

Sense Animals: Vek can sense animals near him within 160 feet of him. Magical animals can resist this sense.
Summon Ape: Summons a small group of, normally, less than five apes. This works anywhere, save for areas like out at sea. Or in hell.

Ape Telepathy: Vek can speak to apes, Telepathically.

Brachiation: Vek can move though the trees, like an ape, grabbing onto hand holds with ease, and gusto.
Equipment: A blood soaked battle axe.

Visage of the Ape: Vek can channel the powers of the apes to increase his destructive powers. He grows large claws on his hands, which allow him to rend armor, and tear flesh.

Equipment.
Two heavy gauntlets, built to increase the weight of his swings, and to make his punches lethal.
A sack, able to carry 6 cubic feet of stuff.
Background: TBR.

Stats.
Vek is strong, very strong, and Dexterous.
However, he lacks wisdom, is hot headed, and easy to anger, slow to forgive.
He has average intelligence.
He is not very Charismatic at all.

HCL V: insert witty title here

@Letter Bee @thewizardguy

"Wouldya Look at that..." Logar began, seeing the ship hurtling towards them all, as more Genome ships appear, weapons at the ready. "Looks like someone decided it was time we all bit the dust...to bad for them, they didn't calculate, for this." He states, before a hum could be felt though the air, an electric feeling along side music of some sort. He turns around, his stance like that of a cowboy preparing for a quick draw.
"Draw!" He yells, before a strange looking sword appeared in his right hand, as he drew his left, it holding a heart, a human heart, one oozing a dark black tarry liquid. He gripped the heart, and forward shot a blast of darkness, that which everyone could feel deep inside of them. Memories of pain, anger, suffering flared into the forefront of their minds as he did this.
The blast struck the ship, the huge metal saucer crumpled inwards, imploding from the collision with the projectile, before it explodes, a shower of metal, and fire erupting for just a moment, before it all went silent. The other ships dare not attack, and for the moment, those on the ship with Logar might know not as to why. However, the soldiers knew, and in their hearts, they felt joy, and terror. That attack, while to the others was black, to the members of the Genome Empire, it was a vibrant rainbow of power. These men had a special connection to their emperor, and many of them collapsed to their knees, crying tears of joy, knowing he had returned.

That was, until the rest of the fleet suddenly was torn asunder, a huge red beam emerging from the planet. Each Genome ship was quickly reduced to ashes, carried away by astral winds. However, Nathan quickly uses his arcane prowess to protect the current ship from the attack, keeping Osamu safe.
"..That changes everything...we're killing that little fuck ourselves...." Logar says, taking that, as an act of war.

Kill the Heroes! (Sorry, we're full for now)

Hmm. I would like to rejoin, but I'd like to remake my character. I went to weird, and felt like I stalled out the story, for which I apologize.

I'd like to go something far more conventional, even in the broad sense of this rp's conventional.

HCL V: insert witty title here

@thewizardguy

However, there was something wrong. Something very, very, wrong. As this mysterious virus made its way though the ship, a sound would ressonate though out the ship, and even as life support, and other such things failed, the living creatures within were kept safe, but that was a cause of even more confusion, and possibly alarm. A total of 249 life forms were still aboard the ship. Another worrying thing is that, with some basic searching, is that there was only 20 men manning the ship, the rest being robotic assistants. Even counting them, that's more than 10 times the amount of creatures on board, then there should be. This mass of life forms seemed for the most part small, save for one, larger creature. Two hundred and forty eight human child sized creatures, and one adult sized creature.
Then, a message was bounced back, a hazzy, patchy transmission. Not a virus, just a radio signal.

"I see you..."

"I see you...I know you..."

"Stay out of this.."

Then there's a horrific ear blistering screech, like that of a devil's howling laugh, before the life forms vanish, leaving the ship clean, void of any of the crew, nor any of the strange life forms detected before. It was left spotless, save for a small puddle of acidic green liquid. The singular clue as to what was there, and maybe, they were planning...

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@Letter Bee

"....." Logar would turn, and look to his ship, his face forming a scowl. "...They're all gone. The crew. They've vanished into thin air...what the hell..." He starts, before he turns back to Osamu. "Let you pass, was that the deal for me? To let you attack a trade partner...Well, while my son may of made such a deal, I can't allow that. We've a reputation to uphold..." Logar begins, before he smirks a bit. "But, of course, if you sneak in, don't let anyone know who you are, or that you had anything to do with us, and sorta just...did your thing, and left..well..Who's to blame then? No one knows, right?" He hints, trying to get a message across, mayhap the more dim of the group not getting the point, or those that are to dull to get points, no matter how sharp.

The son sighs. "Always were a more sneaky one, huh..." He asks his father.
"You learn that what people don't know, normally doesn't hurt them. What you know, however, can hurt them a lot, if they don't know it....So..consider this a....control of information flow." He says, patting his son on the head, as if he were but a young child. "That, and I remember the last get together we had with Lord Malakai, that the stew he brought had some Soylent Green in it...." Logar mutters, frowning.

HCL V: insert witty title here

@Luna @Gentlemanvaultboy

"....That..is..an..interesting helmet you have there." Issac says to the creature that's appeared between them. "A city..helmet?" He asks, not sure of totally what he's stumbled upon. "....I think we got off on the wrong foot here. I'm Issac. I'm here to relax....to..meditate beside the river. Feel the flow of nature. That sorta thing." He explains, as he sheaths his blade. "I mean no harm to you, or anything here, save for a creature seeking to harm me...As..for our friend here, hello..who..are..you?" He asks, not sure how to speak to the..odd..city person.

Kingdom Hearts: The Lights of the Multiverse Redux [No Longer Full]

Colab post with Letter Bee.

"Exceptional Danger detected. Overdrive, enabled. Ceribral Limiters, disabled." A robotic voice would chime, directly into the assassin's ear. Everything began to slow down, as through the torrent of sand a thousand shots appeared. He saw each one, and drew his energy blade. In a scene befitting a science fiction movie, the figure began to quickly block shots, his blade spinning around as his wrist twists exceptionally fast. It takes a few moments, before the sand vanished, and he saw the absolutely huge blast fired at him. In a moment of quick thinking, the assassin vanished as the blast would of connected, giving the illusion that he had been reduced to nothing by such an attack.

He waited for Seth to leave, watching from a near by building, hiding. "Come on now. You've let me free...leave....and I'll let you live..." He thinks to himself, and indeed, Seth would leave. "...New target aquired." He would process, looking at Hakim. He would then make himself known. "Your friend..he's strong. That would of killed me...Are you as strong as him?" He asks the new man who had arrived. "I hope so. That fight was getting fun, save for the high concentration of bullets, to open space..." He says, looking at Hakim, with a gentle smile under his mask.

"Not really," admitted Hakim, "but, I know someone who is...hopefully." He would then open a Corridor to Tocsax and Mai's position, and shout through the portal:

"Tocsax, you and your girlfriend get over here! Or rather, you get over here, while your girlfriend keeps safe, she -"

The assassin raised an arm, and from it, fired several blue bolts of energy, aiming them down the Corridor, at Mai. The fool had blabbed about a tactical weakness, and now was time to punish such behaviour. While firing, he would draw his blade in his other hand, and rush Hakim, ready to stab. "Not so fast!" He yelled, moving unnaturally fast, his robotic parts kicking into overdrive. "If you think you're making this a two on one, you're sadly mistaken!" He roars, hoping his surpressing fire would be enough to prevent the Corridor from being of much use.

"Damnit!" Tocsax said from his end, parrying the blue bolts back across the Corridor back at the assassin, while Hakim created a shield made up of several panes of light arranged in an eight-pointed sun shape, then another shield, and another, creating three strong barriers against the assassin's knife. This allowed Tocsax, once his deflection was done, to close Hakim's corridor, then conjure up one of his own behind the assassin, before the other Nobody then activated Holy, creating one column of light that split up into a circle of smaller columns, three which would be hurled at the assassin!

"Damn it!" The assassin growls out, ducking under the reflected shots, which collide with the holy blasts, seemingly making them vanish. He slides his way away from Hakim, pushing off of the shield. "....Fine then. I'll deal with you all, later." He growls, before in a collum of blue light, he would vanish, leaving behind a small note.
"Thank you"- Martin, is what would be written on the note, in the standard, black ink of regular, modern pens. With that, the Assassin made his way out of the world he had been sent to. "I've limited time..I need to make this count." He would mutter, as he set his eyes on another world. One, that maybe can help him...but one, out of the view of everyone else.

@Double@Arty Fox@SMS@Rex@Ryteb Pymeroce@Gentlemanvaultboy@ShadowVentus@supertinyking

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@Wraithblade6

"..I've met the imperium...we're not friends. Unfortunately, if you're gonna head out to them, I'm not heading there myself. I'll send a representative robot there, but I'm not showing up in the flesh." Martin says, turning to Mithias. "Those men you saw in the med bay, those were people borged by the Imperial Fuckers. It's a practice also common in my home universe, and I hated it. I hated having to do it, as part of my job. I just prefer making robots, not enslaving people, mind and body to a corporation, or empire. So, I deborged them, and the Imperial fucks you work for shot some sort of pods at me, most likely explosives. So, I bailed on them, ran off with their power core, and their former slaves, and..found you here. Fate's fucky, huh?" Martin asks, leaning against a wall. "Real fucky. You carry information vital to them, right? Without me here to find you, it might of never gotten to them..."
Martin let out a chuckle, before snapping, a thinner, less bulky robot appearing, moving via treads, like that of a tank. "This, is Morty Bot. He will be following you back home, to represent me to the Imperium. He has a built in mic and a video projector, that will allow me to show myself, and transmit my voice." Martin states, as Morty bot waves to the Vampire.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy @Wraithblade6 @Gentlemanvaultboy

Ozo watched in awe, as Firebrand and this mysterious knight spoke. However, the mention of a Chaos god worried him. Chaos cared little for good, or the weak, and normally would walk over them as if they were but stones in the street. Law would normally protect the weak, but also at times, trampled them like insects, underneath a tyrant's boot. This plopped Ozo flatly in the neutral good area of morality. Seeking to do good, and only good, be it though law, or chaos. As such, he looked at the knight, and what he offered with hesitant caution. What would this do to his friend, should he take it? What would be-
Then, he saw the knight. A specter?! A ghost, or maybe, a memory so strong, it was made manifest. Ozo saw the man, and inside, felt some respect for a knight of such standing. He looked to be a man who would do whatever it took, to protect that which he cared about. With this knight there, he saw Firebrand seek to strike down that which the knight offered, and Ozo could only agree with this. Quickly, he moved himself in between the attack, and his necromancer friend.
"Stay behind me, friend, lest the blast scorch your skin!" Ozo let out, as he raises an arm, switching to Robo-Ozo, and firing a sawblade into the crest as well, seeking to aid in Firebrand's attack. "Firebrand, I stand beside you, any choice you make here! If destroying that is what you seek, then destroy it we will!" Ozo declared, boldly, as he launched his attack.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy
Sorry bout that. Was using notepad, and had to break things up manually on that, lest it be all one big line, so I think that might of altered it in transition.

Multiverse Rising: Reborn

@thewizardguy

Name: Bejito, the Reaper.
Appearance: Think Broly fused with a Necron lord, wearing black robes with a hood. That's Bejito. He's nearly 20 feet tall.
Personality: TBR.
Abilities: Reaper's Form: Bejito has stolen the body of the grim reaper, and as such, is exceptionally resistant to standard weapons,
even high scale explosives do little. To truly effect him, the powers of Necromancy, and Divine power, cause him the most problems, but be warned,
even these won't bring him down with ease. He is also super humanly fast, and strong, able to out run tanks, and lift small buildings.

Soul Space: Bejito is connected to the after lives, to an extend, able to pull souls from them, even souls from places like the warp where they
begin to break down, and he can restore them, unless they are sealed behind powerful magics, or totally destroyed.

Bestow Life: Bejito's special ability, the hting that allows the Immortals to reincarnate, and reform. With this abilty, Bejito is able to
bestow a soul onto a vessle, aka a thing that lacks one already. On some very rare occasions, he will use the soul of a unborn child, a soul that lacks any experiances, save for those in the womb.
These souls are blank templates, fairly, and as such when implanted into souless creatures, give them new experiances, and life, while enriching the creature gifted.

Powers over death: Bejito is able to manipulate undead creatures, to an extent. Putting them to rest, in the case of mindless undead, and being able to better resist their powers, when it
comes to intelligent undead.
Equipment: Reaper's Robe: The robes of the grim reaper. Naturally regenerate, are resistant to most non-magical harm, and while on Bejito, gives him a slight
Regenerative factor. This also repluses mindless undead.

Reaper's Scythe: A huge scythe, beyond the size of any scythe weilded by an average human, this weapon is the weapon of death itself! At least, a version of it.
A version which has been defeated before. This weapon, a 15 foot long scythe, with a 6 foot long blade, has some magical properties.
It's nearly unbreakable, able to survive nuclear weapons without any wear.
It can rip souls from bodies, if the blade pierces though the torso of the being. Should it lack a torso, it'll be whatever is center mass, in a sense.
Its cuts causes flesh to decay rapidly, this can be stopped by healing magic, or by cutting off the affected area. This ability doesn't work on undead beings.

Origin: A homeworld long since left behind, in an alternate version of a place known only known as Hell's coffee lounge, a place owned by a being known only as...Bob...
Theme Song: Warrior- Disturbed

Name: The Immortals.
Leader: Bejito, the Reaper.
Goals: To protect the world from the great evils that would consume it, and to keep the Kewlets from causing to much chaos.
Troops: Immortals: golem esque creatures that do not feel pain, hunger, tiredness, or heat, these soldiers have praticed for thousands of years underground, preparing for the day they'd need to emerge, and protect the world.
They range from swords men, fast and agile, to dragon like creatures that breath magical fires, or other such breath weapons. Varied, and deadly, Immortals aren't actually Immortal in the normal sense.
They don't age, but can be destroyed. Their bodily destruction isn't their end, however, as Bejito, their leader, is able to reclaim their souls and put them in new bodies. The only was to truly stop them is to capture, or destroy their spirits.

Living Legion: The human aspect of the immortals, a small group of men and women who fight beside the immortals, as equals. When a member of the legion falls, their souls are collected so they may return as an immortal, retaining their experiances from life. While far more frail than the immortals, and less skilled,
there are far more of them. They're normally equiped like that of modern day forces, with automatic rifles, grenade launchers, tanks, and other such things. Compared to something like the Astra Militarum, however, they pale in comparison by a long shot.

Important Members: Bejito, their leader.
Charles Danels: High General.
Lowis May: High Priestess.
Dio: Lord of undeath, and memes. Lots, and lots of memes.
Tactical Advantages: Limited, but powerful troops: The immortals, pound for pound, may be the strongest troops on arcadia. However, making more takes time, as only Bejito is able to do so.
Revival: Immortals can revive thanks to Bejito.

Varied Troops: Immortals are exeptionally varied, down to weapons used, forms, and magics known. As well are their Living Legion, their troops are well rounded, able to deal with most situations, but excelling in none.

Tactical Disadvantages: Slow to remake/recruit: Save for the Living Legion, the immortals are few, and making more, or reviving fallen ones take time.

Leader Dependancy: Bejito, their leader, is critical when it comes to their revival, and matiance. As such, killing him would cripple the immortals.

Metal Dependancy: The immortals need metal for their bodies, and weapons, munitions, and armor.

Origin: A homeworld long since left behind, in an alternate version of a place known only known as Hell's coffee lounge, a place owned by a being known only as...Bob...

Theme Song: Immortalized- Disturbed