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While Preet's final stand would be a "valiant" one, it was doomed to failure from the very beginning. One who was that Beta could never be allowed to enjoy the privilege of life that others so cherished. It was for that reason that when Preet began his final assault, his fate had already been sealed. Far above the battlefield where Art and Preet had shared their final conversation hovered a single robotic entity. Piloting this entity was a man in martial artist garb. That wasn't the curious thing about the man though, what was truly curious was the fact that the man seemed to be inhebriated to the extent that he shouldn't have been able to pilot that machine, much less execute complex movements. Still, there he floated above the clouds, until he heard the roar of distant thrusters. At that very moment the mech tilted downwards and fired its own set of thrusters, monumentally increasing its speedy descent. The pilot of the mech didn't know why he wanted to smash whatever was making that thruster sound, but he did know that he wanted to smash something to get his blood completely flowing throughout the day.
"FUUUUUUUUJIIIIIIIIII.....DROOOOOOOOOP!" The pilot roared as his mech's hands reached out towards the empty air, said air undergoing a change as an entire mountain materialized for the mech to grip and bring down upon the unsuspecting Preet. The shadow of the looming rocky threat would blot out the sky above Preet, casting its fearsome shadow over the Los Betas commander.
The alerts inside the Valsione went off, tipping preet off that something was coming his way. "W-what the fuck is that!?" The los betas commander managed to howl out through his mech's comm systems. Art couldn't "save" him, Asuna wouldn't give a fuck, and Valsione's AI had abandoned him. Preet was alone, all alone against the crushing force of 35 shots of tequila induced righteous fury and a goddamn mountain.
"N-NO. I CAN'T DIE HERE! I HAVE TO TAKE THAT BITCH OUT! THIS CAN'T BE THE END! I'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN, SHE'LL NEVER LOVE ME IF I'M DEAD!" Preet screamed as he aimed the valsione's weapons at the mountain that was about to crush him. Unfortunately the Valsione sucked so hard that the weapons bounced off the rocky formation and disabled his thrusters, causing him to enter a free-fall state.
At that moment the pilot of the mysterious mech let loose his alcohol empowered rage and swung down, using the mountain like an oversized hammer to smash Preet into the ground before both the mech and the mountain detonated in a massive explosion.
"Tha tak's car o'that" The mysterious man slurred over his mech's communications as he hovered in place.
"FUUUUUUUUJIIIIIIIIII.....DROOOOOOOOOP!" The pilot roared as his mech's hands reached out towards the empty air, said air undergoing a change as an entire mountain materialized for the mech to grip and bring down upon the unsuspecting Preet. The shadow of the looming rocky threat would blot out the sky above Preet, casting its fearsome shadow over the Los Betas commander.
The alerts inside the Valsione went off, tipping preet off that something was coming his way. "W-what the fuck is that!?" The los betas commander managed to howl out through his mech's comm systems. Art couldn't "save" him, Asuna wouldn't give a fuck, and Valsione's AI had abandoned him. Preet was alone, all alone against the crushing force of 35 shots of tequila induced righteous fury and a goddamn mountain.
"N-NO. I CAN'T DIE HERE! I HAVE TO TAKE THAT BITCH OUT! THIS CAN'T BE THE END! I'LL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN, SHE'LL NEVER LOVE ME IF I'M DEAD!" Preet screamed as he aimed the valsione's weapons at the mountain that was about to crush him. Unfortunately the Valsione sucked so hard that the weapons bounced off the rocky formation and disabled his thrusters, causing him to enter a free-fall state.
At that moment the pilot of the mysterious mech let loose his alcohol empowered rage and swung down, using the mountain like an oversized hammer to smash Preet into the ground before both the mech and the mountain detonated in a massive explosion.
"Tha tak's car o'that" The mysterious man slurred over his mech's communications as he hovered in place.
Name: Yin Feilong
Gender: Male
Age: 33 Pre-Slam, 35 Post-slam
Height: Five Feet, Eleven Inches
Weight: 180 pounds
Rank/Title: Blazing God of Battle
Special: Expert Martial artist, controls Ki/Chi energy to a high degree
Bio:
Yin was born to a long line of martial artists who always strove to be the very best they could be. Subjected to intensely harsh training by both his father and his mother, Yin grew up knowing only the thrill that came with engaging in combat and coming out superior to his opponent. The feeling of victory quickly grew intoxicating for the young man who was rising through the ranks of the martial arts world, quickly ascending to the very top of the food chain in a relatively short amount of time. It was then that tragedy struck one day as Yin's strength proved to be too much for an opponent, resulting in his untimely death. The feeling of having used his fists to end a life quickly sent him into a spiraling depression, and he grew attatched to the snare of the bottle of alcohol that he always kept in a cupboard in his house. Surprisingly enough being drunk most of the time did not do much to inhibit his skills as a martial artist. If nothing else he wound up more lethal due to the loss of his normal inhibitions about killing those who would get in his way. Once the Cybertronians appeared in the world, Yin was too busy drinking himself into a coma to truly care about the possible threat the beings represented. He also doesn't happen to care much about the Titans or their methods, even though normally he'd be disgusted by how brutal and inhumane their tactics are. The one thing Yin pursues above all else is that feeling of absolute strength that his father once talked about when he was a child. The kind of strength that's so overwhelming that no one would ever dare try to draw him into a fight. This is what drives the man known as Yin Feilong.
[/URL]Name: EFF-313 "GodZanger"
Type: Super
Dimensions: 35 meters tall
Weight: 200 metric tons
Stats:
Strength: 60
Armor: 40
Firepower: 0
Performance: 60
Mobility: 50
Energy Output: 40
Sensors: 50
Description:
A technological marvel specially designed by the Earth Federation for use by Yin Feilong to combat any threat that couldn't be handled via conventional means. It sports a lightweight frame with a surprising amount of armor that is both maneuverable and can reach high speeds. All these features serve to accent Yin's brutal combat style and allow him to close in on enemies quickly in order to crush them with his signature moves. It's a veritable lightning bruiser type mech that can go toe to toe with some of the higher end enemies that threaten the peace of the Earth.
Weapons:
Its fists and legs. Doesn't really need anything else
Abilities:
Control over chi/ki allows Yin to warp reality when he's fighting inside Godzanger.
Drunkard's Intuition: Activates when Yin is severely inhebriated. Allows him to better predict and dodge incoming attacks and deliver a counter to his opponent.
Signature Moves:
Fuji Hammer drop: Yin Summons Mount Fuji below the opponent before jumping into orbit and hammering both, pulverizing them into dust.
Fuji Otoshi: Yin once again summons the mountain, except this time he picks it up and smashes the opponent with it
Fuji Breaker: Yin channels his energy and summons Mt.Fuji through sheer force of will. Then he punches his enemy through it, destroying them both
10/10 heroism.
Original Character Signup
Name: Gerald Ornstein aka "Tyrann"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Soulless human
Alignment: Neutral/Anti Hero
Appearance: Gerald base
Gerald Transformed
Powers and Abilities: Gerald's main abilities lie in his sword, Kriemhild. The sword itself exhibits the ability of becoming much sharper when a target gerald perceives as "Evil" is attacked. Due to Gerald's skill with a sword, when he takes a fight seriously it exhibits the ability to launch shockwaves of wind due to the strength of his slashes, as well as the skill with which he wields the sword. The final ability Kriemhild exhibits is one of "sealing" the targets Gerald finishes off with his signature move into its blade. For every foe Gerald seals, the power and sharpness of the blade increases permanently, but only at the cost of further eroding Gerald's mental state.
Personality: When Gerald is untransformed, he displays an outwardly nice facade. He will smile when he needs to, cry when he needs to, and get angry when it's expected of him. All in all, the appearance he projects does nothing to hint at his true nature. As Tyrann, Gerald's true personality manifests itself. He takes pride in crushing those he sees as weak, establishing his "Justice" over them. Deeply bitter and sadistic, Gerald wishes nothing more than to see the optimism in an opponent's eyes fade away as he slowly but surely strangles the life out of them with his superior abilities. That being said, Gerald despises those he sees as weak, preferring nothing less than fighting strong opponents and matching his skill with theirs.
Biography: The son of a prison warden, Gerald Ornstein's childhood wasn't exactly the most normal one by any means. His father always taught him to do what he thought was right, and to never let anyone but himself dictate his actions. That all changed when a Riot broke out at the prison, and Gerald's father was killed in the ensuing chaos. This event managed to leave a deep wound within the boy, who became obsessed with the idea of "Justice". He believed he could change the world for the better if he could only get rid of the evil people who were dragging it down to the level it was currently at. The answer came in the form of a creature calling itself Philemon, who offered him the power he desired in exchange for one measly thing: Gerald's own soul. There was no need to question the bargain, and the transaction was made. Gerald dedicated himself to pursuing the Justice he had desired for so long, punishing criminals and other lowlives with impunity. But what truly set the stage for his current situation was Philemon turning on him, outing him as a murderer to the humans, who soon began a manhunt for the criminal known as "Tyrann". Justice....there was no such thing, not anymore. The only thing in Gerald's mind now was retribution, to inflict what he had suffered onto Philemon and watch as his life was extinguished before his eyes. For that reason he has been on the run for the past couple of years, reducing his activites to a minimum so as not to attract suspicion. However, he can't stay hidden for long, as there's a new battle on the horizon...
Name: Gerald Ornstein aka "Tyrann"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Species: Soulless human
Alignment: Neutral/Anti Hero
Appearance: Gerald base
Gerald Transformed
Powers and Abilities: Gerald's main abilities lie in his sword, Kriemhild. The sword itself exhibits the ability of becoming much sharper when a target gerald perceives as "Evil" is attacked. Due to Gerald's skill with a sword, when he takes a fight seriously it exhibits the ability to launch shockwaves of wind due to the strength of his slashes, as well as the skill with which he wields the sword. The final ability Kriemhild exhibits is one of "sealing" the targets Gerald finishes off with his signature move into its blade. For every foe Gerald seals, the power and sharpness of the blade increases permanently, but only at the cost of further eroding Gerald's mental state.
Personality: When Gerald is untransformed, he displays an outwardly nice facade. He will smile when he needs to, cry when he needs to, and get angry when it's expected of him. All in all, the appearance he projects does nothing to hint at his true nature. As Tyrann, Gerald's true personality manifests itself. He takes pride in crushing those he sees as weak, establishing his "Justice" over them. Deeply bitter and sadistic, Gerald wishes nothing more than to see the optimism in an opponent's eyes fade away as he slowly but surely strangles the life out of them with his superior abilities. That being said, Gerald despises those he sees as weak, preferring nothing less than fighting strong opponents and matching his skill with theirs.
Biography: The son of a prison warden, Gerald Ornstein's childhood wasn't exactly the most normal one by any means. His father always taught him to do what he thought was right, and to never let anyone but himself dictate his actions. That all changed when a Riot broke out at the prison, and Gerald's father was killed in the ensuing chaos. This event managed to leave a deep wound within the boy, who became obsessed with the idea of "Justice". He believed he could change the world for the better if he could only get rid of the evil people who were dragging it down to the level it was currently at. The answer came in the form of a creature calling itself Philemon, who offered him the power he desired in exchange for one measly thing: Gerald's own soul. There was no need to question the bargain, and the transaction was made. Gerald dedicated himself to pursuing the Justice he had desired for so long, punishing criminals and other lowlives with impunity. But what truly set the stage for his current situation was Philemon turning on him, outing him as a murderer to the humans, who soon began a manhunt for the criminal known as "Tyrann". Justice....there was no such thing, not anymore. The only thing in Gerald's mind now was retribution, to inflict what he had suffered onto Philemon and watch as his life was extinguished before his eyes. For that reason he has been on the run for the past couple of years, reducing his activites to a minimum so as not to attract suspicion. However, he can't stay hidden for long, as there's a new battle on the horizon...
Excellent news
Had a little moment there, Guy of Z? :maybe
So it would seem
Laughing Matter said
How about some sort of Crisis-type event? Something and/or someone is screwing with the fabric of the multiverse or whatever, and worlds are leaking into one another. This cosmic bullfuckery causes previously dead canon characters to come back to life, in case someone wants that sort of explanation. The OCs would have their own little world/universe while the canon universes would have their own, obviously. The OC universe has something to do with this crisis, which is why various characters are all crossing over there.If it's too OC-centric for you, you can simply re-tweak it if you want to use this idea.
This is actually a pretty darn solid idea. That way those who want to play OC's can play OC's and the others can pick and choose from the characters and canon antagonists without that big of a hassle, at least in my opinion.
Guy of Z said
I intend to do an OC
As Do I
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