The Whacko

Kingdom Hearts Multiverse

Sorry, didn't wanna hog up all the posts. :P

Kingdom Hearts Multiverse

"Huh? Oh...Henry Sullivan. Folk jus' call me Big Hank though." The giant young man said as he slowly stood back up, trying to reclaim his land legs. Gummi ship travel wasn't the most pleasant experience for someone who had never even seen a working plane in his life, or even set foot on a boat, let alone a ship capable of interstellar travel. He offered a short wave over toward the trio across from them. Riku raised an eyebrow at the barrel-chested, scruffy-looking stranger.

"Your first flight I'm guessing?" He asked, to which Henry nodded.

"That obvious? Yeah...this is...ah...an adjustment." He trailed off as he started to really look around at the land around him, his eyes going wide. It was the most beautiful scenery he'd ever seen. Intact buildings, water that shined blue instead of a sickly, deadly green, and...

"Is that...fruit? Like....fruit that ain't irradiated?" He asked, pointing at one of the star-shaped and colorful fruits hanging from a tree over Sora, Riku and Kairi. Again Riku raised an eyebrow, looking over toward Goofy and Donald.

"Where exactly have you two been?"

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The foxboy had had little time to utter the question before he was roughly pushed aside to make room for another stranger to crawl up through, looking frantic as his bulky frame hauled itself out and off of the ship. His face as dirty and weathered, making it hard to exactly determine his age, especially as he lurched over the side to vomit over the side of the gummi ship. The man wiped his mouth with a groan, spitting the remaining bile to follow the rest into the water.

"God Almighty, people fly in those things all the time?" He asked, looking back toward Donald and Goofy. Now that he was still, it was easier to get a look at him. His face was ruddy and dirty, probably in his mid-twenties by the look of him, his hair a messy mop of rust red and an impressive horseshoe mustache matching it. His clothing was just as worn as he was, the denim vest and jeans faded and somewhat tattered, and the red flannel shirt now looking more brown with age and dirt. He almost rolled off of the gummi ship into the sand, letting out an long sigh of relief as he felt ground underneath him again.

"Oh...oh my God if feels good to be on the ground again. I ain't never flyin' with those lunatics again..."

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Henry Sullivan

NAME: Henry "Big Hank" Sullivan

AGE: 22

APPEARANCE (pics optional): 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.

BIO/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 under the sole care of 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. His old man and the humanitarians he lived with did their best to drill into him the lessons of humility, compassion and honor that had guided them over the years, and it seemed that he took those lessons to heart. 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 wasteland of what used to be the American Southwest. 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...

RACE (Optional): Human

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.

POWERS/ABILITIES: Posseses the Keyblade 'Atom', 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.

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.

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@The Whacko

I only have experience with Fallout 3..I was waiting to beat 3 before I moved on to New Vegas lol. However, if you'd be willing to sort of...take some sort of lead in the Fallout world's scenario or at least have us not explicitly follow the game's story?

@TehZach1993

I'd be up for that :) We could certainly do as the games usually do any sort of follow the plot of whatever they're in while not rummaging through the whole thing.

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@The Whacko Holy crap! :D Sold! I've recently gave the Fallout series a chance...I was so newbish when F3 came out originally I didn't touch it since...but now that I'm a big strong gamer man I'm loving it! got New Vegas and F4 too!

@TehZach1993

Sorry for the slow reply, this is awesome :) If I might make a request, might we favor the original Fallout over Fallout 3? The story's not that hard to follow, and I would adore seeing Organization 13 and how they'd handle The Master and the Super Mutants. Could even go New Vegas. 3 just seems a little...meh for the sort of situation to throw the keybladers into. As for the name? Hmm...Apocalyptia. But anyway, onto the CS

Henry Sullivan

NAME: Henry "Big Hank" Sullivan

AGE: 22

APPEARANCE (pics optional): 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.

BIO/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 under the sole care of 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. His old man and the humanitarians he lived with did their best to drill into him the lessons of humility, compassion and honor that had guided them over the years, and it seemed that he took those lessons to heart. 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 wasteland of what used to be the American Southwest. 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...

RACE (Optional): Human

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.

POWERS/ABILITIES: Posseses the Keyblade 'Atom', 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.

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.

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Loving this idea, man. Been itching to get back into a KH game for ages. Would absolutely love to polish off my old Fallout character, and pitch in the idea of a world based around Fallout 2. Need a better sale? Well, I'll let this speak for itself. Just replace the 111 with 13.

The Sale

Welcome to Nowhere

Terrence Archeletta

Appearance:

Terry

Full Name: Terrence James Archeletta

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Terry, TJ, The Necromancer

Age: 44

Gender: Male

DOB: July 28th, 1974

Occupation: Chief of Detectives, Erehwon Police Department

Race: Witch - Mortifero

Hair Color: Salt-and-Pepper

Eye Color: Green

Height and Build: 5'10, Burly

History/bio: Born and raised in Nowhere to a long line of Sicilian witches, Terry Archeletta is the current Chief of Detectives of the Erehwon Police Department (an almost empty position as he is one of the only two detectives in the department). Growing up in a Witch family that not practiced one of the more frowned specializations, but who's patriarch openly practiced necromancy in his police work, it was no surprise that the boy would grow up strong. His father was careful to impart all of his wisdom to his son as he grew up, teaching restraint above all else as he brought Terry into his circle of magic. This would prove invaluable in building his sense of moral character as he grew older, and he quickly established himself as the kid to take on any bully in his neighborhood.

Not surprisingly, this would lead him to follow in his father's footsteps in becoming a police officer in Nowhere, both in the mundane world and the supernatural. Passing all of his tests with flying colors, he quickly proved to be an exemplary officer on the force, even if his magics didn't make him popular with the supernatural citizens. Within four years he was promoted to detective, and four after that he was named chief of the department's tiny branch. Since then he's proven himself to be a strong proponent of law and order, if a bit cowboyish in his execution, always ready to protect his town's citizens in both worlds.

Family/Relationships: Paulo Archeletta (Father) Maria Archelleta (Mother) Cheyenne Archelleta (Wife) James Archelleta (Son) Santino Archeletta (Son).

Other/Extra: The detective groans as he takes a long sip of the sweating bottle of Budweiser, his jacket draped over the back of his chair at the bar table, and his shoulder holster worn openly with the shining pistol still tucked under his arm. He looks at you with a tired and weary expression.

"Alright, before you say a thing, yes I am a necromancer and no, I have never attempted to start the fuckin' zombie apocalypse. I'm just a cop that doesn't need to do as much legwork. 'Our magic is to protect, never to enslave'. My father recited that like scripture. Suppose I took that to heart if I ended up on this job. It's good work, but good luck gettin' any appreciation for it when you solve the case by jus' askin' a corpse what happened. Was always like that I suppose. Everybody loves to imagine Mortifero and necromancers are like Frankenstein. There's a few like that, but we keep that population low. I'm sure you can understand why.

Fine. Life-story time, try not to be disappointed. What? We can't all have tragic tales. This ain't a TV drama. I was born and raised here, my family's a real long Witch line from Sicily. My father left for Nowhere in 1968, met my mother in '70, you guess how it goes. We started out in New York like every other Italian in this country, did honest work and, when we settled in with the other supernaturals, we carved out a niche. Turns out Mortifero make fantastic police, so they put us to work. Been that way for four generations, and I'm the latest to take up the family trade. We ain't Guardians or anything like that, we're just normal, mundane cops. Someone's gotta look out for the little guy. Been at this for 23 years, and I won't be quitting any time soon."

Welcome to Nowhere

Done some editing on Terry's profile. The bio's not as long as I'd hoped, but it gets the point across. :)

Welcome to Nowhere

Terrence Archeletta

Appearance:

Terry

Full Name: Terrence James Archeletta

Nicknames/Alias/AKA: Terry, TJ, The Necromancer

Age: 44

Gender: Male

DOB: July 28th, 1974

Occupation: Chief of Detectives, Erehwon Police Department

Race: Witch - Mortifero

Hair Color: Salt-and-Pepper

Eye Color: Green

Height and Build: 5'10, Burly

History/bio: Born and raised in Nowhere to a long line of Sicilian witches, Terry Archeletta is the current Chief of Detectives of the Erehwon Police Department (an almost empty position as he is one of the only two detectives in the department). Growing up in a Witch family that not practiced one of the more frowned specializations, but who's patriarch openly practiced necromancy in his police work, it was no surprise that the boy would grow up strong. His father was careful to impart all of his wisdom to his son as he grew up, teaching restraint above all else as he brought Terry into his circle of magic. This would prove invaluable in building his sense of moral character as he grew older, and he quickly established himself as the kid to take on any bully in his neighborhood.

Not surprisingly, this would lead him to follow in his father's footsteps in becoming a police officer in Nowhere, both in the mundane world and the supernatural. Passing all of his tests with flying colors, he quickly proved to be an exemplary officer on the force, even if his magics didn't make him popular with the supernatural citizens. Within four years he was promoted to detective, and four after that he was named chief of the department's tiny branch. Since then he's proven himself to be a strong proponent of law and order, if a bit cowboyish in his execution, always ready to protect his town's citizens in both worlds.

Family/Relationships: Paulo Archeletta (Father) Maria Archelleta (Mother) Cheyenne Archelleta (Wife) James Archelleta (Son) Santino Archeletta (Son).

Other/Extra: The detective groans as he takes a long sip of the sweating bottle of Budweiser, his jacket draped over the back of his chair at the bar table, and his shoulder holster worn openly with the shining pistol still tucked under his arm. He looks at you with a tired and weary expression.

"Alright, before you say a thing, yes I am a necromancer and no, I have never attempted to start the fuckin' zombie apocalypse. I'm just a cop that doesn't need to do as much legwork. 'Our magic is to protect, never to enslave'. My father recited that like scripture. Suppose I took that to heart if I ended up on this job. It's good work, but good luck gettin' any appreciation for it when you solve the case by jus' askin' a corpse what happened. Was always like that I suppose. Everybody loves to imagine Mortifero and necromancers are like Frankenstein. There's a few like that, but we keep that population low. I'm sure you can understand why.

Fine. Life-story time, try not to be disappointed. What? We can't all have tragic tales. This ain't a TV drama. I was born and raised here, my family's a real long Witch line from Sicily. My father left for Nowhere in 1968, met my mother in '70, you guess how it goes. We started out in New York like every other Italian in this country, did honest work and, when we settled in with the other supernaturals, we carved out a niche. Turns out Mortifero make fantastic police, so they put us to work. Been that way for four generations, and I'm the latest to take up the family trade. We ain't Guardians or anything like that, we're just normal, mundane cops. Someone's gotta look out for the little guy. Been at this for 23 years, and I won't be quitting any time soon."