Unraveller

Dragon Ball: Leviathan

Yipee! Any clue on how many people you would like to join at this point?

Dragon Ball: Leviathan

Atlas

Age
Adult, though compared to many other species it isn't all that old.


Species
Arlian

Attribute
Living Tank, Pillar of Morality. Atlas is there to essentially take a beating and act as a distraction for his allies to work around or escape. And thanks to his near-pacifism and upstanding moral code, he helps keep everyone in the line of justice! Perhaps he could take a command role, so as to guide his 'clutch'

Personality & Appearance
Atlas is a rather large and buff, as far as humanoid insects can become muscular, Arlian. Standing at about 7'6" this mountain of physical might may just also be the most tranquil soul on the force. While most simply see the creature as a dumb over-sized cockroach, Atlas is a gentle giant. With a deep respect for all life, no matter how decrepit or vile, he has dedicated his life to peace. A warm smile (?) and a warmer heart can always be found resting in the insectoid.

Many people have said that all Arlians appear exactly the same, this is not all that inaccurate, after all, their genetic diversity is not all that great. One female Arlian is chosen to be queen and must only mate with a king, the birth of any other larva during this period is immediately vanquished for treason. With that said, there are those who evade capture and eventually there are families with noticeable difference from the majority.

Due to such, Atlas's features are far more angular than many other Arlians, as well as the colour of his exoskeleton differs from the numerous pale blues and purples in its crimson red. Atlas also has a thorax that is far more spiny and cover's much more of his upper body in a protective manner. He will wear robes or other rags so as to facilitate the society that he has become ingrained in.

Weaponry & Equipment
N/A

Abilities & Techniques
- Arlian physiology
Due to his species Atlas's yummy insides are sheathed in a thick plate of armour known as an exoskeleton. Most Arlians also have a spiny shell like formation that extends around much of their backs that further protects them from harm as well as to deter attackers. Their physical abilities besides hardiness are of no particular note.

- Arlian Gladiatorial Martial Arts
Even as a larval young Atlas was taught to face his opponent backwards. This is the main stay for all Arlian gladiators, as one of their most powerful weapons is their natural spiny shell. While Atlas cannot directly see, his antennae aid tremendously in locating his opponent. The incredible toughness of the shell reduces physical trauma by a great deal is the main advantage of this style, while using powerful charging attacks in hopes to impale or maim a target is the secondary focus.

- Shell Spears
Atlas faces his spiny thorax at a target and directs the flow of ki towards the tips of his barbs. Energy begins to gather until eventually he decides to let it loose. Numerous lances of energy erupt from his shell, the amount of spears fired will depend on how long he gathers his ki for. These pointed spikes of energy can pierce incredibly tough hides.

- Ultimate Defense
Atlas's barbed thorax begins to grow until it fully encompasses his body, at which point not only does the unbridled hardiness of an Arlian shell protect him, but infusing it with his ki ensures that only the most powerful of attacks can break such a guard. Atlas may also propel himself with ki or by using his spines as traction can roll across most surfaces at a much quicker pace than his already glacial speed. Due to the drain from constant ki use, this technique will likely be a last resort.

- Tachyon Minefield
Atlas gathers his ki into a large spherical shape. After an amount of time has passed that he desires, the giant insect will split this energy ball into many much smaller parts. Afterwards littering them around an opponent or area. Once a source of energy nears the proximity of a mine they will attract and chase the target's ki until detonation upon contact.

Backstory
Upon the world of Arlia there is little time for mercy. The dynasty of tyrannical kings is expansive and unending. Thanks to the short life span of the aver Arlian, many throngs and facets of society are rushed and there is little care for other in such a harsh world. While the population upon the planet is vast, there are actually very few differing families. This is thanks to the policy that there can only be one birth mother, a queen. All other females that produce offspring during a queen's reign are immediately considered traitors and treacherous. Thus, many Arlians do not hold values of family or many bonds, their society is built around a sort of hive mind ideology.

However, there are those who resist, those who would seek the community and bonds of the individual. Such was the way for the parents of Atlas, part of an insurgent faction to tyrannical rule. As a young larva Atlas was thought their ways, the ideas that he was not part of some bigger machine, that he should have goals and ideas of his own. That one day he would live in a world where all beings are of their own kind, that all are unique and special.

Of course, life would throw Atlas a poor hand, the rebel group was swiftly eradicated through betrayal and subterfuge. And many a young Arlian were taken into the personal Colosseum of their 'true' king. Ironically, it was there that the moral philosophies of his parents were strengthened. Bonds were built between individual gladiator's as they strove to fight for a better tomorrow. But of course, they were still simple prisoners of no consequence.

The tyrant king would reveal a prize for the gladiator that could survive his gauntlet, freedom. Little did Atlas know that this had meant freedom from their entire planet. It was here that the crimson beetle began to hone his skills as well as his moral code. Never would he slay an opponent, for all things had deserved life, to see their dreams realized. And for Atlas, this was freedom to begin a life of peace.

Eventually the gentle giant had attained this freedom and was forcibly placed upon a ship in very poor condition. With random coordinates set the insectoid was flung off of his homeworld, never to see it again. The hive mind would always win in the end, yet perhaps, someday his race could be truly freed. Eventually his pod to nowhere was picked up by Interstellar Security Force, where he has been ever since.

Dragon Ball: Leviathan

@Gowi

Excellent! I'm glad to hear that his size isn't all that much of a problem. There's something really lost when a couple of feet are taken off of an over sized insect's height ya know?

I'll go right ahead and edit out the last bit, glad to hear everything is in working order. Shall I post to the characters tab after wards?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

Alrighty, had fun writing this. Sure hope it fits well enough in. Though I may be completely oblivious as to how anything actually works around here. Or how a you want your characters, in any case let me know how much I screwed up!

Orðabók

Orðabók

Race:
Stone Golem

Position:
Mostly unaffiliated with any court, though he mostly dwells in the lands of spring.

Age:
18,251. While quite ancient among a great deal of Fae, Orðabók would still be likely referred to as 'young-un' by many of the Ents.

Personality:
Orðabók's mainstay is his nature of philosophy. Often almost to a fault asking the simple yet entirely nebulous question of 'why?' It is in his mind that all knowledge is sacred, even things of the most minute detail or consequence. He is far too often lost in thought and ponderings of life's meaning. While such a craggy exterior may sway you, the warm and generous heart of Orðabók is pure gold (literally) While the great golem is glad to dole out the vast knowledge of his hermitage, he is incredibly protective of it, for much information can do great harm falling into the wrong hands. Often to the fault of many, Orðabók will sacrifice far too much to learn even the least bit more, placing knowledge before the lives of his fellows and even that of his own.

Appearance:
No stones about it, this amalgam of rock and ore is quite the massive fellow, vastly out sizing and out weighing a great majority of Fae, while still not quite as large as other great ancients, such as the mighty Ents and other natural spirits. His entire body is composed of pebbles and boulders of slate loosely fitting together to form a roughly humanoid shape. His right arm far outsizes his left to an almost mace like ending. Thickly coated in vibrant green mosses and vines give Orðabók quite an aged look, as well as numerous runes of eldritch power engraved upon his stony hide. With gemstone eyes does the ponderous golem watch and wait for yet more to learn.

Background:
There are many who say that the most powerful force of all is nature in and of itself. Through and through this is seen to all, gushing water erodes upon all ceaselessly through every waking moment, great windstorms lead unstoppable paths of destruction in their wake, immense calderas of flame remake the world in their design. And of course, the very earth for which all creatures, fae or otherwise owe their life. From wide mountain ranges to majestic planes. The very key to life is below the feet of all creatures, rock, soil, mud. From which all things are made, and finally unmade.

The first memories of the arcane lord of stone are as vivid as the waking world. A serene plain, with gardens of rock and trees of stone. For but an abrupt and seemingly causeless second life had sprung into uncountable rocks and stones. First where the simply senses, such as sight and touch. Eventually into these new beings flooded a vast array of emotion and thought. Innumerable herds of these constructs had simply wondered off of their own volition and many more simply stayed in some infantile attempt to learn of their origin. And most of all, question what would come next.

Orðabók was of no special consequence compared to these beings, other than the simple fact that as the then young golem of stone began laboriously setting one foot after another, others began to follow. Until the point at which a hoard of these stone creatures ceaselessly began trudging onward. Traveling without purpose, without destination for years known only to the most savvy of the quarry. Over time, these travels had brought beings more complex advances in their emotions, and understanding of the world around them, even learning of speech from the younger races.

Over great mountains, vast desserts, and dark oceans, the people of rock had purposelessly traveled. Until at last only he had arrived back at his arcane birthplace. A metaphor for the impossible questions that plagued Orðabók's mind; an endless cycle to which more knowledge only brings you further from the truth, a cycle which many who asked break apart from, until those that remain finally arrive exactly where they began.

It was here that the lore master had etched laboriously to create the stone halls that he calls home, a place detached from many court dealings, yet one of learning. Long before the courts of Fae had wrested power for themselves, Orðabók had begun searching for enlightenment, to amass knowledge, and answer that impossible question, why?

In order to survive in his relatively neutral state, the elder golem would have to welcome those of the court to his solemn halls in search of answers to their questions. But such relations were shaky at best, and it wouldn't be long before he would be given the choice, 'join or perish.'

Within his golden core, Orðabók senses that he is close to unlocking the true meaning of life after eons of searching, and with that comes a sinister feeling that such an answer could reek havoc upon the world at large.

One Piece: Rotten Marauders and Sterling Sailors

"Ha! Afraid? Naw, I eat pansy place like that fer breakfast!"

Ferghus bellowed, laughing heartily along the way. And surely while the statement such bravado could easily be true, the heavily muscled marine had honestly never been in much of this island, let alone this 'Undertown' Well, whatever it was, he was absolutely sure he could handle it. After all, if such a spindly guy like his new acquaintance wasn't afraid, then why should he be?

Slamming a fist down upon the mess hall table the commander exclaimed almost a bit too loudly, "Agreed, we all need a bit of leisure time after all!" With that the man rose abruptly and gestured for Pen to show him the way.

Immediately Ferghus could tell that the two were severely lacking in discipline, and wasn't all that alarmed by it. One thing was for sure though, if the commander ever wished to receive missions of much higher status, he would have to work to reform not only himself, but the men that would be serving under him.

And thus the two were off, an ironic partner in the young recruit's screwing of responsibilities.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic

Alright, it sounds tempting enough. I'll get started on my character sheet!

Dragon Ball: Leviathan

Yes! You must not leave us in the unbearable SUSPENSE!

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic

Alright, while that does sound like it could fit, would that be conducive to good roleplay in this RP? Or would it severely limit me in a way that I should simply try for the lord of the Summer court instead?

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@Blackmist16

At this point I am unsure, mainly because I'd like to hear a little bit more about the general structure of the RP and still need to write my CS.

For instance, I had an idea for this stone golem outside of the jurisdiction of any court, though I am unsure of what this entails (especially by 'extreme pressure'. And I'll probably make my CS after learning more. Or perhaps I'll have a placeholder. Generally because I'm not sure how well a conglomerate of rock fits in as the king of the Summer court.

Fae Coutris: Hidden Intentions, Iraticate Dances (IC) (Still Accepting)

@LadyRunic

Great! It'll probably be a little bit before I write up a CS. In the mean time, I'm not entirely sure, is the summer court still open for lordship. Also, I don't think I'm versed in the idea of how this RP will work, for instance, what would the rules of different courts be doing as well as those who do not hold positions of power? I take it this is a more sandboxy type environment? Thanks!