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So is it in bad form to ahave two of one's own characters meet?
How about instead of this argument you post in the damn IC
Are you implying that UMMA will provide adequate defense?
George Melons - Somewhere in Space


George Melons was riding high on a mix of hyperzine and mindbreaker toxin when his fuel gauge started buzzing. The trip had lasted for days now, and a different man, a LESSER man, would have been sober by now. But George Melons was a psychopathic bastard with nothing BUT money, and as such, he had been doing hard drugs since he was six years old. Piloting a stolen T-Wing Interceptor in a dimension unknown to him while high, however, was a new experience. He liked new experiences.

Right about then, George Melons was attempting to keep his calm, doing proven Buddhist exercises such as screaming the lyrics to classic rock hit, "The Touch", at the top of his lungs. The T-Wing was going down now, and it would only be a matter of moments before he and it were merged into a beautiful modern art piece in the center of a crater.

That was when he remembered the bottle of 'juice' sitting in the cup holder. A mix of Med-X and Adminazine, swirled into a bottle of goldschlager. With a screech, he downed the whole bottle... And managed to survive crashing directly into the surface of Nox.

Sir Frederick Selous - Nox


His safaris through the multiverse had helped Frederick become accustomed to many strange things: Men who could become beasts, marvelous flying cars, women with voting rights... But nothing he had seen had truly compared to the sight of a rocket ship hurtling towards the ground, playing some form of strange future music as it went down. No sir, that was a new one.

Turning to Shazay, Sir Frederick made his disbelief known,"WHAT IN THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" his mouth had become agape, the shock having gotten the better of him at that moment. "By god, I think there was a man in th at thing! Quickly, let us make haste!"
Yep.
Sir Frederick Selous - Nox


Frederick nodded as he was given instructions. Find good tactical locations for the portals? Not a challenge for a hunter with any skill. Choke points, well hidden pathways, any high up ledge for an advantage in defense. This would be quick, and all things being as they were, painless. He followed Shazay closely, attempting to make conversation.

"So, in your dimension... How did the African campaigns fare? Not well, I take it?"
So, the portal we're going through IS to the castle, right?
Sir Frederick Selous - New Orleans


Sir Frederick looked with mild interest as the oriental member of the recruitment trio berated the cat woman, "Shivani". This attitude of hostility could be very advantageous, if they truly didn't care about her. Nobody would be too upset if she was to go... Missing. Ah, but she was small time. Felix Sapien was a Least-Concern species in regards to endangerment, so it wasn't as if this was a once in a lifetime hunt.

As the trio entered the portal, Sir Frederick gave a last nod to the city of Nw'alens. The soulful jazz would be missed in whatever desolate dimension they were about to travel to, but the mosquitos... He would not miss them. And with a light chuckle, he stepped through into the unknown.
I didn't mean Bloodborne's Blood Plague. I meant Mass Effect's. If you'd like, I can change from him possessing this horrid plague cocktail to him having the know-how to make horrid plague cocktails of it's kind. So, he'd be capable of making that kind of monstrosity, but he'd need the resources first.
- Name: (Doctor) George Melons
- Age: 35
- Gender: Male
- Appearance:
- Canon, AU, or OC?: Canon
- Universe of Origin: Space Station 13
- Personality: George Melons is a dangerous psychopath with no regard for human life. He does things because they amuse him, and only because they amuse him, and for no other reason. He would likely starve if he didn't find food so interesting. He takes joy not in chaos, but in the aftermath of chaos, the utter waste that is left after everything has gone to hell. This doesn't necessarily make him evil, per se, but it certainly makes him a threat.
- Abilities/Weapons: George Melons is a capable chemist, bombmaker, and pathologist. While practically useless combat wise, he is known for his ability to cook up mixtures of chemicals from nearly nothing.

In his collection of knowledge is one cocktail he is particularly fond of: The Melons Virus (Patent Pending). This particular monstrosity is a mix of several of the multiverse's most disturbing maladies, including G.B.S., The Blood Plague, Rakghoul Virus, The Crossed Strain, T-Virus, Hate Plague, Gyo Virus, and Tritonian Hypermalaria. It has been used once, and is now banned in nearly every known reality as a crime against humanity. He no longer has any samples. But given the right materials...
- Backstory: George Melons (full name only, never abbreviates it to George) was once nothing more than a spoiled brat with far too much free time. Born on Neckbeard Fortress Rho, George Melons spent most of his early life tormenting his father's employees: Shooting clowns out of airlocks, slipping janitors into incinerators, framing young assistants for murders they didn't commit... It was all fun and games, until one day he stumbled upon the abandoned science wing. There he found an abandoned chemistry lab, a plasma research center, a telescience chamber, and best of all, a virology lab. He immediately set to work learning all he could about the various sciences to assist in his mischief. And from then on, George Melons was a name to be feared.
- Faction: Factionless, for now
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