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I can understand basic fighting capabilities, how to punch and how to take a punch, fighting dirty, etc. But knowing formal martial arts doesnt make much sense to me.
Henry Olin

Henry pinched his nose as Shannon left the building. Good grief was she a thorn in his ass. Of all of his regulars, she was by far the most annoying, stuck up, and overall asinine. Her friends Deborah and Jago and Newt and Sugar, they were all pretty good. Her? Nooooooo, she had to treat him like an animal, as if he was going to snap at her. She was a hypocritical woman, wanting equality for herself and homosexuals and other oppressed groups, which he was all for. But then she'd go and treat him like an animal instead of the person he was. He couldn't respect that. He sighed, he had been called in during his off time. It wasn't very common but he knew he kind needed to earn his keep a little bit. Most Apartment buildings close to him dont allow pets.

He looked down at Shannon's father, his reptilian eyes scanning him, analyzing the small details of his appearance and taking in his sent. He never forgot what a person smelt like. He smelt of sterile equipment, cleaning alcohol, and stale soap. He would require a sponge bath soon, it seemed. Well, he didn't want any part of that. He took one last look at the equipment around the room and decided it was best that he left it here for the NEST agents that would be monitoring him until he either died or woke up. Easy jobs, easy money. Lucky them. He tore his eyes away and grabbed his coat, dawning the huge leather jacket like it was nothing. It fit him well, despite looking so big. He took one last glance at the man through the doorway, before turning away and heading out.

He exited the building a few minutes after Shannon did. He was out having lunch with a friend of his. Specifically his partner in crime Fred. Fred was a huge turtle man straight out of TMNT. Excellent guy all around. He was glad that he had been partnered with him when we was nineteen all those years ago. They'd been working together ever since. He came up and opened the car door. It was a huge G63. Six wheels in total, and looked more like something out of the military despite being a Mercedes. He turned it on, and looked over to the passneger's seat. There there a box full of donuts sitting there. "I swear to god if the chocolate somehow melted..." He muttered. He knew it was winter, but he had seen some odd shit happen He reclined back in his seat and shut the door, watching carefully for his tail, and opened the box, grabbing one of the donuts and popping it into his mouth. He pulled his forearm around and tapped away on the device that was attached to his suite. It looked similar to a sleeker 'Pip Boy 3000'. He swiped through the layout of the device before he came up to his contact of Fred, which was a picture of Fred and himself. Fred had a pink moustache and huge shades on, with a top hat, and he had a clown wig on. He wished he could remember how and when that picture was taken.

He tapped the voice message option, and began speaking. "Hey Fred, sorry again for having to leave. I'll buy you a beer later. There's some Christmas festival tonight, meet up with me there. Oh, and do you wanna hang out at your cabin tonight or do you wanna hang out at my place and play videogames or something? I'll see you soon." he said, ending the message and sending it. He noticed that the radio was playing a Christmas song, like they usually did this time of year. His voice was deep naturally, so it was one of the few times he could actually sing along with the songs. Grinch was always one of his favorites because he could sing along with it nicely.

Well, he thought he could. He didn't know what other people thought.

He put the car in reverse, and turned around, reversing out of the parking lot, and slamming on the breaks as several teenagers ran behind his truck. He rolled down his window, and angry look on his face. "Watch where you're running!" he shouted to them. One of the kids, a larger boy, turned around. "Metas! Captain, metas that way!" he shouted back in a paniced tone, pointing off in some direction. "At the abandoned skating rink!" he shouted over his shoulder before dissappearing around the corner of the building.
It didn't take especially long to reach the skate rink, it wasn't too far away since he was in that part of town. As soon as he stepped out of the car and shut the door he picked up two familiar scents right off the bat. "Damnit, kids." he mumbled under his breath. He pulled his jacket on over his exosuite and trudged through the snow. He could smell them. He reached the wall of the building and looked up, his keen eyes looking over the building with an intense and analytical glare. He sighed, and took his hands out of his jacket pockets, and pressed them on the wall, hissing slightly as his warm scales met cold cement. His tongue flicked out.

He could smell Newt. He could smell that she had been here.

He followed her scent up to a window, he craned his neck around it, attempting to find a way that he could geometrically fit through the window. It was too small for him. He would have to go around. He snorted, and stepped back, walking around the building to the doors, which had been boarded shut. To a lesser being, this would have been the end of the road, but Henry was different. He fell back on his tail, his two huge and muscular legs lifting like a Kangaroo, and with more force than any human could muster he delivered a powerful kick to the door, smashing throught the wood and nearly ripping the door off of it's hinges. It was permanently bent now, but the boards were broken. Falling back to his feet Henry placed his hand on the door, pushing it open.

There in the middle of the rink was Newt and Jago. Newt looks like she was in mid celebration at beating Jago in a game. Henry looked at them for a moment, his eyes going over their expressions and outlines. The light poared into the room, shading his figure as it did so. He released a great breath. "Some kids told me there were meta humans going crazy here." he said. "Seeing that's not true and you haven't done anything, you wont be in any trouble." He continued. "But I cant have you hanging around in a closed place. No one is supposed to be here until it's torn down and rebuilt, it's dangerous. If something happened to you no one would know where you were. Does Deborah know you're here?" He said, still making no advancement towards them. "I can give you both a ride home if you two want. I have donuts in my car if you want some."
Max said
I'm setting Harmon up for interactions a little later. There is a thing called timing and I'm making full use of it, boss man.


Professor Oak's words echo... "There is a time a place for everything, but not now."
Mr Allen J said
Yeah


So open he said it thrice.
This is pretty far actually. Around three-hundred feet by my calculations. Which is again, fine. But I'm going have to ask you to give her another weakness.


That's about a thousand feet actually.

Deadbeat, your sheet looks nice, I like it. My only issue is that Allen decides the power ratings, and he's not a level eight meta human. A level eight would fall under this description:
A high-tier Meta-human, a level eight is capable of widespread destruction, as these are among the strongest Meta-humans in existence. They are considered a large threat by NEST, and must be dealt with and controlled accordingly. A large team should be assigned to take down an eight, mixed with Meta-humans of varying strength levels.


I think he'd be better classed as a two or three since you can fight his mind control through willpower, something a seasoned agent is capable of, since his physical capabilities aren't buffed. I'd also check with Allen just because I'm not sure if he's alright with someone who can control another's thoughts. That's up to him. Just some constructive criticism.
Leonerdo said
Also, Nick is a terrible example. Terrible. Terribad, even. Nick can't write. At all. And his character sucks. Go to hell, Nick. Douche.


Lets bang.
Well, since I'm a co-GM and owner of an animalistic meta as it is, I think I'll be best equipped to show you what you need to have down.

Please, compare my character to yours.



He has tons of information, lots and lots of detail, huge power description, etc. You know what he's like. The sample post, while stupid (which I wrote up because Allen is a scrublord), still shows his power in use and displayed his abilities. Do you have to have THAT much detail? No. Do we like to see that much, yes. We do. From what you've displayed so far you don't meet the standard we're looking for in capability. Writing a character is the first step to writing a post and creating an interesting interaction dynamic. I'm sure you have the ability to do so, but from what you've shown us so far, you're causing me to have my doubts.
Can you provide a link to the sheet you are referring to?
The guild has been really shifty with me lately. I'm still here though.
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