Zero Hex

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

HOUSEN

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"No. No no no, this is all wrong", was Housen's response as the situation developed, shaking his head in obvious disappointment. He had barely noticed the deadening of sound around him, if at all, as such things were to be expected when one battled superhuman threats from all over the world. Powers were varied and often nonsensically grouped together, or perhaps there had been two villains at large, still adapting on the fly was a necessary ability. And while it would take a psychiatrist to tell for sure, it was quite likely that he could always hear the roaring sounds of the "white mat jungle" in his head. It was his field, his life, as necessary to him as breathing.

So, over anything else that had happened, the girl's introductions betraying an obvious lack of familiarity with the sacred sport of pro wrestling was what got him the most. The entire scene, however, had helped him understand that he had the wrong person. No one that was actually bad was so happy to play the heel for a crowd, a necessary role in any show, they just slotted into the role naturally because they were dicks. "Alright lil girl, points for effort but listen here...", he started, putting his hands down with a sigh, before the boat quaked and heaved on another brutal impact and he found himself and his would-be rival sailing through the air.

The Phoenix Immortal flew backwards, getting a good look at Babble launching face first and clearly lacking even the most basic of training in breakfalling or apparently much of anything. Well, she was gonna be hurting. Him? He was used to this. Housen sailed as he was without even bothering to pirouette, simply measuring the time he had before impact and adjusting his position accordingly. Tucking in his chin to protect the back of his head, the wrestler smashed into the ground with his upper back to distribute the impact across his powerfully built muscles, a loud clap ringing out as his arms slapped down at the same time to further lessen the blow.

Though the whole thing had looked quite nasty, or would have if anyone had been looking, Housen's toughness ensured that the proper breakfall carried essentially no damage but some slight stinging. Letting the momentum carry him, the wrestler's legs went up and over to complete the backwards roll, seeing him spring back up dusting himself off and no worse for the wear. Another day, another bump. And speaking of normal things for wrestlers, concussions. Very carefully, Housen turned Babble around so she lay on her back, neck straight and head carefully placed should she start twitching. Some water would've been nice but he couldn't just leave her lying there on her own.

"You're alright girl, just your brain rattling around your skull. We're gonna wait this out, get you some help and I'm gonna teach you about pro wrestling when you get your senses back". Now if only he knew where they were or why.

@A Lowly Wretch@KOgaming

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

HOUSEN

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"NOT SO FAST!"

The cry rang loud and clear, well above the distant din of chaotic screams and sounds of varied carnage, echoing in the silence of the New York waters. It was accompanied by the rapid beating of feet on concrete as the figure that had called out dashed with singular purpose, building up speed in its charge before dramatically launching itself sky high. You could just swear there was a powerful cry of a bird of prey mixed with the whistling rush of the wind as the leaping shadow soared through the air, if not for the fact that there were no birds around or indeed any such sound made. There was only one of the finest warriors from the Land of the Rising Sun. There was only Housen.

The masked warrior so flew, clearing the water beneath him with inhuman grace, sure that he was coming into conflict with the perpetrator of the shadowy massacre engulfing The Big Apple. The decidedly suspicious look, the strange activity on such a remote yet oddly abandoned area, it was all so obvious. Steeling himself for battle, the wrestler flipped his body forwards so that the spin brought his feet to bear on his target to maximize the effect of his dynamic entry. With a defiant cry Housen crashed forth, dropkicking his way through metal, wood and glass that found itself explosively torn asunder to make way for the warrior and his perfect on-his-feet landing.

Standing before Housen in the now rather demolished cabin of the sailing boat was a small, creepy looking creature akin to some manner of child, which reminded him of stories of ghosts and other lost souls. His determination unwavering, knowing full well the innocent forms evil might take, the japanese man raised his hands into a loose guard stance as he spoke his challenge: "I'll not allow you to flee the scene of the crime, undo the vile curse you have placed upon New York! Know you stand before Housen, to yield or face defeat are your only options!".

@A Lowly Wretch

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Awright, ported, and just a heads up I added the ability to specifically use the ever so famous Asian Mist move. Kind of a minor detail but I forgot to make it explicit and it will be used sooner or later.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Housen

I'll show you the strength of a pro wrestler!

Name: Housen

Age: 27

Birthdate: December 12th

Gender: Male

Nationality: Japanese

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Appearance:

Height:
6ft2
Weight:
225 pounds
Fashion Sense:
Housen’s regular outfit is a pastiche of japanese combat culture, starting at his ninja-like metallic mask and kabuki inspired facepaint and going from there, with the lower half being a pair of black tights somewhat resembling motorcycle gear paired with kneepads and tall, tough boots styled after japanese armor. Over this he wears a heavy, thigh-length kimono style jacket cut similarly to the long coats of tokkofuku biker uniforms, its short sleeves sporting reinforced stitching to the shoulders and tied around his biceps with red cloth armbands, that he keeps closed with a dark red sash passed through belt loops at the waist. Light bandaging on the hands and wrists completes the look.

Distinguishing Features:
Already decently tall and sporting a very distinctive look, Housen’s image is further enhanced by sharp bright brown eyes and a decidedly enviable physique. Rather than sport the enormous hyperinflated look typically associated with strength he is built powerfully wiry head to toe, each muscle sharply defined as though he had been cut from marble, and his body sports the telltale conditioning marks, callusing and scarring that mark one as a thoroughbred fighter.

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Biography:

Personality Questions:

questions

-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
“Hah, in the ring we settle things best of three! Ready for round two?”

-What's your worst nightmare?
“Hmmm, probably not drawing a dime. Sure, unbeatable opponents or crippling damage, those are always there, but not having that rush of the audience...if you’re good at what you do people ought to care even when you can’t do it anymore.”

-Are you a bad person?
“I’m not a bad guy. I’m not a good guy. I’m THE guy.”

Backstory:
The Phoenix Immortal comes westward!

Many of the world’s toughest men and women call the squared circle, the sacred sport of professional wrestling, their home and their eternal field of battle, and amongst these the sensational asian warrior Housen stands out as a next generation of talent poised to take over the world. And now, after a dominant run in his native Japan, the masked warrior shall set foot in the american mainland for the first time in his career!

The mysterious fighter offers few glimpses of his life outside the mat, even his real name remains unknown, but some information is widely available and presented here for those who do not follow the bustling japanese pro wrestling scene. The man known only as Housen debuted under the mask five years ago but had started training years before this, with his instruction in japanese kempo being a point of pride for the skilled martial artist.

However it was not in Japan but in Mexico, the home of the grandiose, acrobatic spectacle of lucha libre, that the name Housen first surfaced five years ago as the wrestler developed his persona and skills. This first, enormously successful overseas tour included a short stay in Hawaii and saw him become a hot commodity in his home country, kickstarting a top run that has only recently come to an end as the warrior sets his sights on new goals.

Housen has expressed his desire to expand his horizons against new challenges, but has revealed little of his goals and intentions in the United States. For now, there's only one hard truth: Housen's coming to fight.

Abilities:
-Strong Style Champion: To say that Housen is a top class martial artist would be an understatement. Representing the Strong Style of professional wrestling, a japanese form of the discipline that encourages incorporating any and all techniques in a search to create the strongest martial art, he is a barehanded fighter of stunning caliber. Tremendously adaptable and well rounded, commanding both a deep grasp of fundamentals and a spectacular arsenal of unorthodox moves, Housen can do it all: strikes, holds, throws, submissions, the acrobatic flying attacks of lucha libre, all of it with equal excellence in execution. He has even mastered the hidden techniques that allow one to breathe out that ever-feared spray of bright green liquid, the blinding and stunning concoction known only as the Asian Mist.

-Moeru Toukon: Through willpower, fighting spirit, endless training and constant testing of himself in battle, Housen has sharpened himself into an outstanding warrior. As befit a pro wrestler he is impressively strong, though not necessarily an all out power type relative to other bruisers, using an excellent blend of speed, agility, flexibility and stamina to round out his style. He is especially, incredibly tough in particular, tougher than the neglected bastard child of a coffin nail and a cheap steak tough, equally durable mentally and quite capable of dealing with magic assaults and the like to take to current battlefields and remain competitive.

-Dramatic Ninja: Though it will end in a direct face to face confrontation nearly every time, Housen is quite capable of displaying excellent stealth skills should the situation demand it. Tailing targets, sneaking about, disappearing at the blink of an eye or turning up unnoticed in the most unexpected locations, all done to set up a dramatic entry.

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Equipment:
-The Mask: A genuine article, legitimate modern day ninja craftsmanship (or close enough that it can feasibly be presented as such), it hides the identity, protects the face, and wards off breathable dangers without encumbering proper breathing. Are those last two parts really necessary? Probably not, not particularly, but it’s good to have either way.

-The Tokkofuku: Housen refers to his clothes as a tokkofuku, a “special attack uniform”, and it lives up to the lofty term. Nevermind that it’s really just what bosozoku biker gangs call their uniforms. The costume’s especially made to withstand the wear and tear a professional wrestler in this world might find on the road and he has spares just in case.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Well, there we go @Bluetommy, a fightman for the fight thing.

Housen

I'll show you the strength of a pro wrestler!

Name: Housen

Age: 27

Birthdate: December 12th

Gender: Male

Nationality: Japanese

---

Appearance:

Height:
6ft2
Weight:
225 pounds
Fashion Sense:
Housen’s regular outfit is a pastiche of japanese combat culture, starting at his ninja-like metallic mask and kabuki inspired facepaint and going from there, with the lower half being a pair of black tights somewhat resembling motorcycle gear paired with kneepads and tall, tough boots styled after japanese armor. Over this he wears a heavy, thigh-length kimono style jacket cut similarly to the long coats of tokkofuku biker uniforms, its short sleeves sporting reinforced stitching to the shoulders and tied around his biceps with red cloth armbands, that he keeps closed with a dark red sash passed through belt loops at the waist. Light bandaging on the hands and wrists completes the look.

Distinguishing Features:
Already decently tall and sporting a very distinctive look, Housen’s image is further enhanced by sharp bright brown eyes and a decidedly enviable physique. Rather than sport the enormous hyperinflated look typically associated with strength he is built powerfully wiry head to toe, each muscle sharply defined as though he had been cut from marble, and his body sports the telltale conditioning marks, callusing and scarring that mark one as a thoroughbred fighter.

---

Biography:

Personality Questions:

questions

-You lost a fight, what are you going to do about it?
“Hah, in the ring we settle things best of three! Ready for round two?”

-What's your worst nightmare?
“Hmmm, probably not drawing a dime. Sure, unbeatable opponents or crippling damage, those are always there, but not having that rush of the audience...if you’re good at what you do people ought to care even when you can’t do it anymore.”

-Are you a bad person?
“I’m not a bad guy. I’m not a good guy. I’m THE guy.”

Backstory:
The Phoenix Immortal comes westward!

Many of the world’s toughest men and women call the squared circle, the sacred sport of professional wrestling, their home and their eternal field of battle, and amongst these the sensational asian warrior Housen stands out as a next generation of talent poised to take over the world. And now, after a dominant run in his native Japan, the masked warrior shall set foot in the american mainland for the first time in his career!

The mysterious fighter offers few glimpses of his life outside the mat, even his real name remains unknown, but some information is widely available and presented here for those who do not follow the bustling japanese pro wrestling scene. The man known only as Housen debuted under the mask five years ago but had started training years before this, with his instruction in japanese kempo being a point of pride for the skilled martial artist.

However it was not in Japan but in Mexico, the home of the grandiose, acrobatic spectacle of lucha libre, that the name Housen first surfaced five years ago as the wrestler developed his persona and skills. This first, enormously successful overseas tour included a short stay in Hawaii and saw him become a hot commodity in his home country, kickstarting a top run that has only recently come to an end as the warrior sets his sights on new goals.

Housen has expressed his desire to expand his horizons against new challenges, but has revealed little of his goals and intentions in the United States. For now, there's only one hard truth: Housen's coming to fight.

Abilities:
-Strong Style Champion: To say that Housen is a top class martial artist would be an understatement. Representing the Strong Style of professional wrestling, a japanese form of the discipline that encourages incorporating any and all techniques in a search to create the strongest martial art, he is a barehanded fighter of stunning caliber. Tremendously adaptable and well rounded, commanding both a deep grasp of fundamentals and a spectacular arsenal of unorthodox moves, Housen can do it all: strikes, holds, throws, submissions, the acrobatic flying attacks of lucha libre, all of it with equal excellence in execution.

-Moeru Toukon: Through willpower, fighting spirit, endless training and constant testing of himself in battle, Housen has sharpened himself into an outstanding warrior. As befit a pro wrestler he is impressively strong, though not necessarily an all out power type relative to other bruisers, using an excellent blend of speed, agility, flexibility and stamina to round out his style. He is especially, incredibly tough in particular, tougher than the neglected bastard child of a coffin nail and a cheap steak tough, equally durable mentally and quite capable of dealing with magic assaults and the like to take to current battlefields and remain competitive.

-Dramatic Ninja: Though it will end in a direct face to face confrontation nearly every time, Housen is quite capable of displaying excellent stealth skills should the situation demand it. Tailing targets, sneaking about, disappearing at the blink of an eye or turning up unnoticed in the most unexpected locations, all done to set up a dramatic entry.

---

Equipment:
-The Mask: A genuine article, legitimate modern day ninja craftsmanship (or close enough that it can feasibly be presented as such), it hides the identity, protects the face, and wards off breathable dangers without encumbering proper breathing. Are those last two parts really necessary? Probably not, not particularly, but it’s good to have either way.

-The Tokkofuku: Housen refers to his clothes as a tokkofuku, a “special attack uniform”, and it lives up to the lofty term. Nevermind that it’s really just what bosozoku biker gangs call their uniforms. The costume’s especially made to withstand the wear and tear a professional wrestler in this world might find on the road and he has spares just in case.

Warrior's Heaven: Supreme Anime Bullshit

Looks pretty fun and I'm curious to see where the plot goes, I'll cook up a character soon-ish.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Soooo has everyone done things with the Hydra? Like before @praxitilies pops a bunch of the heads with the big magic show I think there's room for everyone to go to town on it and that'd kinda be the point wouldn't it?

@Blazion @Unknown100 @Mr Nim @pyroman and I think maybe @Sir Lurksalot wanted in on it if possible?

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

@Unknown100
So wait, you're going with "cold water", not even super freezing temperatures or anything, to put down an aquatic mythical creature that's currently being set on fire as an approved and historically accepted weakness?

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

Don't you lie.

Heroes Reborn: Prime Earth (Superhero/Urban Fantasy: OPEN)

MISTER BUDO

January 1st, around 7:50 PM
Midtown Metropolis
(Interacting with: @Unknown100 @Mr Nim@praxitilies)

From the dust and chaos of the increasingly demolished street came the oddest of projectiles: a hat slicing through the air like a chakram, its steely brim denting a hydra head's scales as it ricocheted off the creature's hide. So was the serpentine creature's attention diverted from one of its new challengers, seemingly a magician lacking in the physical gifts necessary to come face to face with such an entity. And from the surrounding buildings came a leaping shadow, snatching the projectile out of the air, bounding off the unstable architecture and soaring through the rain that now permeated the battlefield to land atop the monster's slick skull.

Three, four, five loud cracks could be heard, of bone bashing against bone and splitting the flesh between them, and the head roared and trashed before its eyes went blank and its body collapsed limp with a thundering crash. And as it fell Mister Budo rolled off the vanquished foe, head still alive and perfectly attached but likely feeling as though an icepick had been driven into its brain, to meet with Tobias and Wonder Woman on the ground. He was a ragged sight, outfit pierced or torn off at several points, blood visibly dripping from injuries small and not quite so, the venomous ichor that coursed through the Hydra's body spattered and oozing all over him.

Budo felt about as poorly as he looked, his breathing was heavy from the constant bursts of action without pause, even his gifts could not take away the bite from the pain, blood loss and poisoning. But his mind, conversely, was colder and sharper than it had been at the start, working to craft a gameplan. First priority had been ensuring the safety of the people in the general vicinity, now it was time to win the fight. The Lernaean Hydra, creature of myth, not of his homeland but famed all over the world so that information on it was not difficult to come by. Were the myths accurate? Its manner of "reproduction" had been, as was its toxicity. It was a start.

"Huuufff...I think the people are safe...but precautions are needed with this...blood. It is a most unpleasant poison", he started, placing his back against a wall and squatting down to catch his breath and focus some, surveying the situation further and spotting the flying man battling more heads. A member of the Justice League that was not, but any help was good right now. "The Hydra...Heracles burned the necks to stop the growth, it is told. I do not know if it will work or for how long but worth trying. But to end it...it's supposed to have a central head, an immortal one that does not reproduce, that was cut off and sealed while it still lived".

"Unless Wonder Woman knows better that is what I have to go on, myth". Deep breaths, that one martially inclined such as an amazon might recognize as meditative measures to try and center mind and body. And his mind raced against time, trying to break down the battle piece by piece to determine the path to victory. And then it hit him. The initial push away from the origin, the near-immediate use of the heads to take attention away from the ground. Was it covering for something? "But...what if the main head is at the center still? Hidden within the container, ensuring it survival while the rest distract and win the war of attrition".

More deep breaths followed, fists clenched, and the japanese hero regained his footing, looking towards the nightmarish gathering of monstruous heads first then the direction of their seal. "If I am right, Wonder Woman, there's reason to believe only your sword can sever the immortal head, as Heracles used a god-given golden blade of his own to do the deed. If I am right, it fears you". Mister Budo's second wind was mustered and in full effect and he seemed firm as iron once more. Even his bleeding appeared to have subsided to a trickle, as when cuts are treated through adrenaline and mild coagulants, though how much energy he had left was anyone's guess.

"That's the plan: Burn the heads, retrieve the blade, find the source and contain it. Very simple". Maybe the others could make out the start of a confident smirk on Budo's face, maybe they couldn't, but he felt good. This was a fight, a winnable fight, and winning fights was what he did. He pointed at Tobias. "You do magic, keep away from trouble, and you had better not tell me you can't burn the heads. Me and hopefully the man in the sky will run distraction, keep them busy and hurt. Wonder Woman, tell whoever that is about the plan, then you know what to do. We're gonna show everyone what we're made of".