The Whacko

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Done, and I read that bit. Not gonna lie...not really a big fan of the New Vegas idea, but again, Letter Bee beat me to it.

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Not unless The Boneyard went up in flames for some reason after New Vegas.

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Hmmm...actually I didn't really put in a specific timeline for Henry's history, just where he was raised. Unless there's anything you can see, Renrose?

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Ah, shit I missed that :(. Bummer, had my heart set on the Fallout world being set during Fallout 2. Oh well, they beat me to it. I'll get to editing soon.

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

So....this was a new experience. Henry Sullivan took a long, satisfied drag on the cigarette as he sat heavily on the heap of metal he guessed used to be a car. It was hard to tell with how mangled most of the scrap in this area was. Must have been stuff caught in the shockwave of one of the bombs when they fell over 200 years ago. He didn't have time to ponder the former state of his seat right now, though. Right now he was more concerned about just what the hell the damn thing that had attacked him was.

It'd been short, not much bigger than a dog. It looked a bit like a kid, in shape. But it had been...black. Inky black, like a shadow. And the eyes...they glowed gold and bright as a Glowing One. It'd taken buckshot like a champ, and the only thing that seemed to hurt it was the...thing in his hand. He guessed it was some kind of sword, but sure as hell not like the katanas that he'd seen those Yakuza boys carrying. It looked evil, but...it felt right, for some reason, in his hand. It'd just sort of appeared during the fight, right in time to catch the sucker in the chest. It'd gone up in smoke after that. And this was coming after all that crazy shit that was going on in New Vegas and the rest of the Mojave.

So now the wastelander sat and smoked, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. He had the feeling that he wasn't going to like the answer.

"Hell...guess the Good Lord does work in mysterious ways..."

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Boom. Done.

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Henry

Name: Henry "Big Hank" Sullivan
Age: 24
Gender: Male

Appearance

A towering bull of a young man standing 6'2", with broad, square shoulders and a thick torso. He's light-skinned, though its usually covered in the dust of the Wasteland (Or at least it will be til he gets a proper shower at Disney Castle), aged with stress to make him appear at least six years older than he actually is. His mop of rust-brown hair is thick and dirty, as is the impressive horseshoe mustache he's cultivated over the years.

Personality

A simple young man of strong moral character, possessing a clear sense of right and wrong and a compassionate nature, given his upbringing with the humanitarian Follows of the Apocalypse. He's pensive about his newfound position as a Keyblade wielder, and has no frigging idea what he's doing with the thing. He aims to do good with it, however, and those who he calls friend will struggle to find a better comrade than him. He does have his limits, however, and once one has crossed his moral line, or if a bad guy is giving him no other choice at the moment, their life means nothing to him.

History

There isn't too much to be said about this fellow. Born and raised in The Boneyard (formerly Los Angeles), he spent most of his life with his father, a laborer for the Followers of the Apocalypse. He joined his father in working for the Followers at an early age, being strong of the body and spirit, and enjoyed a more comfortable life than some in the Wasteland. At 22, however, he decided to strike out to make his own fortune and perhaps do some good in the world, working as a mercenary in the NCR and the surrounding regions. Now, though, he's noticed strange things. Creatures made of shadow with piercing yellow eyes attacking travelers and settlers, an a strange sword appearing seemingly out of nowhere in his hand. Now a spaceship with some funny animal-like aliens has taken him away promising answers. Its going to be a wild, wild ride...

Keyblade-Atom

Atom appears as a rather evil-looking sword, curved with a jagged blade that seems to glow a sickly green, its handle wrapped in dark cloth. The keychain appears to be little more than a cute little radiation symbol. In combat, those it strikes will suffer an infusion of radiation that poisons their bodies slowly, though it is safe to handle outside of combat.

Abilities

Offense: Big Hank's Charge: A good ol' bum rush, Henry slams shoulder-first into his enemy for a stunning strike that draws the attention of just about anyone with half a brain.
Pocket Sand: Henry reaches into his pocket for a handfull of sand to throw into the eyes of his enemy. That's...that's it. What'd you expect with that name? He does shout it like its a secret ninja technique, as an unhealthy habit he's picked up from you crazy kids.

Defense: Nothing Special at the moment.

Movement: Dodge Roll

Support: Thick Skin: Henry's tougher than most, growing up in the hellhole that was the Wasteland. As such he's gotten good at taking damage and shrugging off pain. (AKA "Tank Power")
Magic: Irradiate: A solid blast of gamma radiation, this burst of magic does a fair amount of damage and poisons the foe with rads.

Limit Breaks: The Power of Atom: Henry lets out a roar that draws the attention of several enemies near him, then discharges a huge burst of radiation comparable to a blast from a Mini Nuke. Why this radiation only seems to affect foes is beyond the poor guy's understanding.

Kingdom Hearts: Darkness Origins

Christ, I've been hoping to see this again. Any room for Henry to come back into the picture?

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

The slaughter was glorious. Amphion couldn't contain the chuckle as the unbelievers fell under the Apostle's croizaz and his comrades' bolters. The mutants and heretics had stormed the bridge, as commanded, a howling tide of abominations and unholy devotees. Most had fallen, only thirteen still standing. At the moment, they were hunting down the last of the loyalists, autoguns, lasguns and crude hand weapons bared and ready in a pitiful attempt a proper military formation. The sorcerer was still reveling in the Apostle's blessing, feeling the power of his master flowing through his twisted, corrupted body.

It was glorious, and he laughed as he unleashed a psychic blast that tore a gaping hole the size of a child's head in the Night Lord's chest. His host fell apon another, drowing him in a tide of bullets and blades. The largest of the remaining mutants, a hulking brute that stood tall enough to look the Apostle in the eye, one arm twice as large as the other and baring dagger-like claws, his face a featureless mass of flesh covered by a blindfold, held up the marine's severed head in triumph as his axe dripped with his victim's blood.

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!" They all cried out. A fresh wave of pride swept through the sorcerer, a sure sign of Slaanesh's favor. With a wave of his staff, he bid seven of his followers continue the hunt, a task they set to gladly, while the rest remained behind.

"Gather the corpses, my children. Bring them to the bridge. The ritual should be witnessed by the Apostle." Of course, Amphion was not content with a simple slaughter, much as it pleased Khorne. No, he meant to honor all of the Dark Gods today. Nurgle would be pleased with his offering of the dead, a boon for the new legion of the Black Hands. He looked with pride at the newely-painted armor, a physicial expression of his devotion to his master and the gods.

"Soon we shall add Grandfather Nurgle's blessing to our legion, my children. Glory to the Dark Gods! We shall let the galaxy BURN!"

Whispers in the dark (WH40K Chaos space marine RP)

Bah, apologies. Been a busy few days, haven't gotten a chance to log in. Last week of classes. :P