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Reply #30 on: June 08, 2012, 12:08:53 PM
I may be updating this as I go on. Busy and I come up with new ideas

Name: Mega-O6 Type 66 [nick: Omega, Daddy, Pops]
Gender: Unknown [male implied]
Species: Formerly Larepin
Height: 7'0"
Weight: 1,100lbs

It wakes with a loud, throat curling growl... or was it a scream? In terror? It focuses on what it can feel at first due to its vision being blurry. It goes through what any sapient creature would call 'normal' in trying to ascertain the condition of it's body. It paused for a moment, realizing it could not feel its arms, legs, or even most of its body, but it can still move. It felt tremendous pressure on its chest, cold metallic.... but the heart was not right. It felt like every beat rubbed metal on metal. In partial shock, it attempted to turn itself on the floor before realizing it isn't exposed to the elements, rather it is inside a suit. The heavy breathing fogging up the front glass plate of what it can see.

It was a suit of some kind. Heavy, extremely heavy, and damp on the external. Vision is difficult, only one glass viewport up front. It looks to its right and on its arm is a massive multibarreled weapon. Not drafted to the arm as it can feel its fingers underneath, gripping some kind of mechanism to hold the weapon. A similar feel in its massive left hand, a knife? Or rather a massive two feet long bayonet, a bayonet still attacked to a large caliber barrel apparently torn off from whatever it came from. Thinking about what it is, it suddenly notices the muzzle under its eyes. A sort of dark cream colored fur, with a spat of brown on the sides. It couldn't tell as the glass in the suit wasn't reflective.

It stands slowly, shakily as it cannot feel its limbs, rather the limbs of the suit seem to move with it. Surrounding the heavily armored form was a pattering of mechanical pieces and bodies.

"Oh! One DID wake up! Joyous!"

It looks up at the sound, muffled by the heavy armor but no less audible. It was some kind of gray colored vulpine drafted with mechanical parts on its body.

"You never cease to impress me, Mega-O6! And your hearing works too! Splendid! Now I won't have to go lop off someone's ears to fix yours! ...wait, where's the fun in that? Where is my hatchet?"

It was Ezgo

Mega-O6...?, it thought to itself, looking at Ezgo with curiosity...... but inside a burning rage burns. It doesn't understand why. It emits a low pitch, deep throaty growl, slowly leaning forward in aggression.

"And your vocal and auditory systems! Glorious! Now don't growl at me again, or I'll do the same to you that I had to do to Mega-O5! I bet you're wondering why you're called Mega-O6! Well, I need creativity! So I took the 'O' in 'Omega', cleaved it off, and stuck it on the back with a few stitches, just like your kidney! Not that you really need it anymore anyways, Omega 6."

It stands straighter, appearing to tilt it's head, O....5....My... kidney...?. It growls again, leaning forward, raising the knife and slowly walking forward. Inside its mind it realizes something is deeply amiss. It cannot remember, but it knows.

"That's what Omega 4 did! He growled and walked! I was so proud! Like a father who just saw his son light his first house on fire! Although he didn't raise his blade to his father. Oh oh! Speaking of weapons! See that big gun on your arm? Well, you SHOULD know it. As long as O3's brain joined yours correctly."

Monster.... Omega thought, despite his shattered memory it was the best word he could imagine. He looked up at Ezgo, feeling anger in his rigged heart... then suddenly he hears a sorrowful, youthful whine behind him. He spins quickly on his feet with disturbing speed, as if recognizing the noise. He sees an incomplete suit of armor, much like the one he wears but much smaller. It lets out cries of pain that tears into the gut of Omega.

"Silence, O7! I want to hear more of your father's voice! Speak more Omega! I want to hear you roar!" he laughs maniacally.

Omega's eyes go wide inside the helmet, stricken by fear and sorrow, D...daughter!?. Omega spins rapidly again to face Ezgo, glowing red eyes visible behind his faceplace and gattling gun raised. He fires a fiery torrent of large caliber rounds at Ezgo, tearing the balcony of which he stood upon to pieces.

With a loud yell, Ezgo emerges from the debris, "Oh! So you want to harm ME?!"
Omega screamed as loud as his lungs could muster, echoing in his armor and charges at Ezgo.
"Fine! I'll do what daddy always did! Take off his belt and whoop your-"

In a flash of light, the two beings were taken to the Arena...



Attributes
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[Passive]
Lumbering Giant: Omega has tremendous damage mitigation and almost infinite pain threshold. Can never flinch in pain or recoil.
Unstoppable Force: Obstacles or cover any less that pure metal are trampled by its movement.

[Physical]
Very Heavy Armor
Poor acceleration
Can not sprint

[Weapons]
Left Arm: Tainted Bayonet - A grisly, long combat knife that once saw battle. It is unknown where it came from or what weapon it was once attached to. All that matters is that it is large, heavy, sharp, and likely infected with germs.
Piercing/Cutting/Shear Damage + Bacterial Infection DOT
Debuff: Heavy - Tainted Bayonet can only swing once in a single action.

Right Arm: Steam Driven .32 caliber Gattling Gun - A massive menace of wicked technology slapped together by nothing less than a mad scientist. An ammo hungry, heavy, and extremely large weapon, it makes up for the difficulty in aiming and movement for the sake of sheer firepower.
Piercing Damage + Melee Crushing Damage
Debuff: Extremely Heavy - Weapon has poor tracking. Melee swing is slow and easy to dodge, but hurts.
« Last Edit: June 08, 2012, 05:17:16 PM by Donnie »



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Reply #31 on: June 08, 2012, 12:48:23 PM
Name: Irae Iscariot
Gender: Male
Species: Red Fox anthro
Age: 37
Height: 5'8”
Weight: 152 lb
Class: Battle Priest
Weapon of choice: Blessed cruciform daggers with narrow, 18” long blades.  Lots of them.

Appearance: Irae wears black priestly vestments consisting of slacks, dress shoes, a shirt with a cleric's collar, and a cassock. The cassock is unbuttoned, and a silver cross on a steel chain is worn over the shirt. He wears white gloves, each with a black cross stitched onto the back of the hand, and a pair of small round glasses over steely gray eyes.  The gloves and clothes seem to be blessed to protect him from his own blades (otherwise I see nothing stopping him from turning himself into a pincushion).  How he manages to carry many times his own mass and volume in daggers is a mystery, it's entirely likely that he summons them somehow.

Edit: now with picture, but no glasses because I apparently can't draw them: http://i282.photobucket.com/albums/kk258/Cyberfoxfinal/GIMP%202/Iscariot.png

Abilities: Besides his aforementioned ability to summon pointy objects, Irae is able to throw his daggers with abnormal precision even when holding multiple daggers in each hand.  He also has a large book with a silver cross on the cover that can apparently generate an endless supply of papers inscribed with prayers and incantations.  These can be pinned to walls, ceilings, or the ground to make seals or holy zones that improve his agility, his strength, or allow him to heal most non-lethal wounds.  He tends to enter or exit the arena by appearing/disappearing in a flurry of papers, but due to requiring a long incantation he is not capable of utilizing it in combat (translation: I wanted that last one to be purely cinematic with no practical use).
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Irae Iscariot closes his holy book and lifts his eyes unto the heavens.  This blood-stained wasteland, this... "arena", surely it rests within the pits of Hell.  These demons claim they have brought him here by their power, but as surely as the Lord lives no power acts but as he allows it.  Surely his presence here is a sign of the Lord's divine will.  Yes, it must be so.  He is an instrument of judgement, the messenger of the Lord's divine wrath sent to mete out holy retribution upon these demons for their misdeeds, with a divine mandate to strike down any unbeliever who stands in his way.

"Tremble ye demons, flee ye monsters, repent ye sinners, for the Kingdom of Heaven is nigh!  These demons would have me fight for their amusement?  Ask and ye shall receive, abundantly and overflowing with the Lord's bounty.  AMEN!”
« Last Edit: July 08, 2012, 10:03:27 PM by Digital Vulpine »

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Reply #32 on: June 08, 2012, 05:26:12 PM
Name: Uvall
Race: Half-Demon
Gender: Male
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 146 lbs
Age:7,987,639 years old (27 years as a human)
Class: Interdimensional Swordsman
Weapon: Katana (Yamato)

Background: Uvall is a Duke that commanded 36 legions of darkness. He had an abbility to see in the present, past, and future. This ability was lost after he was betrayed by many lower demons whom were power hungry and driven by greed. His only demonic powers that he retained were his interdimentional abilities. His wish is to change back to a full demon.

Appearance: Uvall has a human body and form and everything looks normal except for his pure white hair. on his left hand is his katana Yamato's sheath. and he normally holds Yamato in his right hand. He has a overcoat, shirt, and a pair of pants which are all black. His eyes are pure blue when he is angry which is very rare. He has pale white skin. His katana Yamato is very sinister looking. the hilt of the blade is black and red with a demonic appeal to it. the blade itself is black unlike normal blades. This blade shines brightly in the darkness illuminating most objects. The sheath will block the light and if needed the light can be suppressed. The sheath is stronger than the katana itself. It absorbs the kinetic energy the blade releases. If enough pressure is exerted on the sheath it will release the energy store into a flaming spiral of dark energy.

Abilities:
Distort: Uvall exerts pressure on on the space-time continuum distorting time or space if done for too long he will lose himself in the eternal void. This ability is limited to being able to delay things by mere seconds or by speeding up time slightly. It cant control much, only things in a small area.

Sheath Slash: Uvall slashes with extreme precision and speed and retracts his blade storing the kinetic energy in his sheath. This is all done in under a second.

Dimensional Portal: Uvall creates a portal withen 24 ft. However the portals cant transport any being that doesn't wish to be transported. If to many portals are created at once his head will explode from pure pressure. The portals are about 1' in diameter all around. and cant transfer any nonliving material through it. That being said he can trip, punch, or anything really as long as his clothes, sword, and any non-organic
stay behind.

Unleash the Fury: Uvall releases the stored energy in his sheath creating a flaming veil of dark energy that surrounds him. This ability slowly eats away at his own flesh but is very powerful. It will eat away at everything. Uvall is vulnerable to all attacks while this ability is active.

Blue Rage: If Uvall is angry his eyes will glow pure blue and his strength will increase greatly. But while in this form he becomes very dumb and cant use his abilities other than basic attacks.

Defense: Uvall has little to no armor, however he is quick and agile, and his sheath can repell some physical attacks (blocking and stuff)

Weaknesses: Himself and to holy powers.
Resistant: magical attacks

Just waiting to be nerfed :P
« Last Edit: June 08, 2012, 09:11:09 PM by DeaThspagetti »



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Reply #33 on: June 08, 2012, 07:24:06 PM



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Reply #34 on: June 09, 2012, 09:54:44 AM
*bets heavily on Trubbol to win*

Tyla: Ty Ty ty Ty Ty Ty
Tyla: we need more tys
Selden: No, no, no. Then we'd need a tybreaker.
* Tvorsk snickers!
Tyla: ...
Tyla: that was...
Tvorsk: Tyla, the word you're looking for is "beautiful". {;)
Virmir: I need to hire Selden as an editor. [;)


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Reply #35 on: June 09, 2012, 07:15:13 PM
Kenku smiles as he sells his first potion to a contestant. Thoes nearby would have seen it is a bright red in color. He waves to the contestant as he leaves "Have a nice day!"



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Reply #36 on: June 09, 2012, 10:47:24 PM

Name: Kendo Virmir (Metamor Keep Universe)
Race: Gray Fox (anthro)
Age: 24
Height: 3'6"
Class: Fire Mage

Virmir finished his saga and wants only to retire in peace. However, what he can only describe as a giddy, creepy, unclothed doppelganger of himself keeps pulling him from his universe and inserting him into weird escapades which he only vaguely remembers as dreams upon his return, but he remembers all of them while he is away.

This is really starting to tick him off.

Abilities

- Fireball
Virmir throws a fireball.

- Bigger Fireball
Virmir throws a bigger fireball.

- Really Big Fireball
Virmir throws a really big fireball. This is generally accompanied by some sort of face contortion.

- Vaguely-Shaped Fire Projectile
Virmir sometimes throws fire which is, in fact, not shaped like a ball.

- Catch On Fire
This doesn't really do anything but make Virmir look cool. Also, it makes it probably not a good idea to punch him in the face or ask him to rake dried leaves.

- Magic Fire Limbs
Actually, Virmir can pump magic through his limbs to make up for lack of natural physical strength and do things like fire-punch people through walls.

- Feral Form
Virmir can shift back and forth into a feral fox. This has the effect of making him even more adorable.  This has the downside of making him lose his clothing. Although he is a G-rated toon, he hails from a setting in which clothing is required. Hence, awkwardness ensues.

- Levitation
Virmir can levitate small, light objects within a radius of seven feet or so to his hand. I really can't think of a witty way to describe this ability. Sorry.

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Reply #37 on: June 10, 2012, 01:51:58 PM
Name: Javed
Gender: Male
Age: 16 (in human years)
Species: Komodo dragon (anthro)
Height: 5'11"
Appearance: Well-built, with scales ranging from biege to a dark-brown color. Clothing consisting of a chainmail tunic and cloth pants.
Weaponry: A bag of javelins strung across his back.

A young komodo dragon, training to be a warrior, who was pulled into this tournament by gods he never even knew of. The closest the entire tournament has to an average warrior.

(Yay, I'm submitting a normal-ish person into a tournament alongside a robot, a crazy inventor, a half-demon, a battle priest, and a fire-loving athiest. Either I'm going to be a punching bag, or manage to somehow still be as awesome as everyone else.)



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Reply #38 on: June 10, 2012, 04:03:26 PM
I'm going to be the punching bag with my happy-go-lucky omniphobiac.



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Reply #39 on: June 10, 2012, 08:24:47 PM
A few hours later, Kenku smiles agian as he gives a customer a teal colored potion. "Have a nice day!" he says as the person leaves.



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Reply #40 on: June 10, 2012, 11:52:38 PM
Thliak paced, nervous.  All his plans, all his centuries of service to the gods, gone!  He could lose it all!  Oooh how did he get himself into these fixes!  He just wanted what everyone wanted in life: high position, good food, good companionship, seductive ladies, mysterious late-night trips, casino binges, flirting with wealthy ladies, touring famous sights, practicing pick up lines, practicing skiing, hanging out in gentlemen’s clubs.  But somehow without fail he ALWAYS found the wrong sorts of women, and after the last incident, he woke up discovering his latest romantic encounter from the previous night had possessed a magic bag of holding… and had proceeded to abscond with literally every movable object in his home; including all his files he kept as part of his job on overseeing mortals!   

Meaning all the letters from Kain that he was supposed to deliver to various mortals to invite them to this blasted tournament were never going to be delivered because he had no idea who the names were or what universes they even lived in!

He was going to get it now; he was supposed to deliver contestants!  No deliveries=very bad straits!   Very bad, very bad!  He had to come up with a way out, some excuse!... but it was sooo much work, so much busy bodying, he just wanted to sit back and relax, pick up exotic minor goddesses…  Man if he could just get some gullible fool to pluck off the street…

Thliak paced and walked till he came to Liberty Taxes, one of those wonderful little companies that did your ridiculous, thousand page taxes if you were American.  To advertise for tax day, every year they had some poor sop stand out front dressed as the Statue of Liberty, waving over and over again to all the cars as they drove past.  All day long…

…Someone desperate enough to take that kind of job would be desperate enough for anything!
“You there, young statue-costumer, what is your name?”

“Erm,” the man hesitated, looking over the strange horned creature in a toga standing before him. “Erwin?”…

“Erwin!  What if I told you I could get you a job that paid… 4 times this, right now?”  He was reaching for a figure here; in reality the riches could be  far greater theoretically, but the fool wouldn’t likely believe completely outlandish claims.

There wasn’t much hesitation on the waver’s face.  “Er… 4 times?  Are you serious?”

“If I didn’t have the guts to walk around in public dressed like this, would I be joking?”

Ok, it wasn’t an actual argument, but Thliak pressed it home with his tone just like it was one.  The young man was considering… “Um… sure I guess, I’ll take anything over this.”

Wrapping his arms around Erwin, Thliak grinned.  “Excellent!”  Now he just had to… maybe augment this boy a bit!  He knew a few people, could call in some favors, maybe get a few enchantments.  Who knew, maybe with enough slapped on magic, human sacrifice and voodoo he might have a contestant who could stand into a fight for a least half a minute before it was all over!  The cosmic lackey might keep his job yet!

Name: Erwin Brown
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Height: 5' 10"
Apperance: Slim and weedy, with a noticeable case of late acne and extremely oily hair. 
Weaponry and Powers: Thliak will get back to you on that

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Reply #41 on: June 10, 2012, 11:57:49 PM
Name: Daren Crevan
Age: 120
Height: 6'1"
Rank: Knight
Species: Anthro fox/kitsune and Athrú
Weapons:
Géar and Kakaru, katanas made by Ken Kurieitā
Géar: The sword, infused by magic, has the capability to cut even words as they are even being spoken. It's light on Daren's hand due to his great magic capabilities and, if wielded by anyone with little to no magic in them, the sword will be extremely heavy and the edge dull.
Kakaru: The sword, like Géar, is infused by magic, but, unlike Géar that can cut through virtually anything if the user's magic is powerful enough, Kakaru can block projectiles by generating a shield if swung and, like Géar, will feel heavy and dull to anyone with little to no magic in them.

Spiorad, a longsword. Daren's strongest weapon. Because it's a piece of Daren's life essence, it can use Daren's elements attacks(Fire) with great ease and it can manifest as fire in the form of a two tailed kitsune. Though it may looks like a great weakness, it's unbreakable if Daren's still fighting.
Magic: Fire. Illusions.

He's usually cheerful and have boundless enthusiasm and curiosity but always felt a need to help people, even if they don't want it or deserved it. He's also a bit cheeky which would often gets him into trouble. But when his friends are threatened, he would show nothing but coldness and anger until the threat is gone. There's also a shadow over him and can become ruthless if his patience reaches his limits. This is due to the many events and battles in his life. He also have a habit to rub his left forearm with his right hand when he's around wolves and look away from them.
« Last Edit: June 12, 2012, 01:25:02 AM by foxgamer01 »

(19:14:28) Virmir: All of Foxgamer's pics are either super happy or BATTLE.
(19:14:53) Virmir: Except that one roo one.
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