Vunt, The Old KingAge:
Older than time immemorial.Sex:
Male, though only by your definition of gender dimorphism. For he is before biological reproduction.Height:
Lawful ImpureCharacter Personality
: Distant and violent, believing in only one law. The Law of the Wild. Survival of the fittest is his lovingly held doctrine, and he does anything to preserve this law. Beyond this, his personality is incomprehensible to those beneath him, for his motivations are beyond our understanding.Casual Appearance:
In his throne room, he holds himself in a stasis state between Material and Immaterial. A body made entirely from plasma, suspended in a suit of weaved steel wire and carbon fiber. Given enough time, he may renew himself into his ancient state of immaterial being. With material being the temporary form. Only his head is visible in this state, and it appears as a waving and vibrating spheroid of blue and gold plasma with the impression of a wild mass of hair being thrown about.Battlefield Appearance:
On the battlefield, the Old King is a mountainous entity. Vaguely humanoid in appearance, though almost like a chimaera comprised of; Lion, Man, Boar, Bear, and Bull. With a flowing mane of manhair, held aloft by some inherent field. From tip to toe he's covered in a thin layer of downy fur. The horns of a bull and tusks of a boar, each finger tipped by the claws of a bear, concealing the claws of a lion beneath the skin. His armor hides his predatory face, his almost snout shaped mouth hidden beneath a mask, formed like the jaw and teeth of some yet more ferocious predator.
The fur covering his body is crimson with intersparsed patches of gold, his mane is as the horizon of the rising and setting sun. His eyes a piercing white light, with arcing blues and golds as the plasma that is his makeup cannot be concealed so easily through his eyes.
The armor adorning his body is form fitting and covers all but his fingertips, eyes, tusks, horns and mane. Layered steel and carbon fiber plates that give the impression of a muscular form, though with hints of a scaled creature hidden within that same impressed visual imagery. At his hips he wears a flowing cloth made of weaved megarachnid silk. Tougher than steel, lighter than a feather, it is dyed red with the blood of his foes and gives the smell of copper to all who get close enough to him. Origin Story:
Beyond Time and Space once came a King on an Immaterial throne, greater than any who ever were, and ever would be. Able to wield time itself against his foes, and strike them down before they could even draw their swords.
He watched the Old Ones construct the first Steelwalkers, when the Old Ones were still wise and creative. He watched the Old Ones become lazy, degenerate, and unable to even lift a blade. He watched the Old Ones be struck down by their Steelwalker slaves.
He watched the first dying, when all things on Earth were wiped but the machines. He watched the first fish crawl back onto land, and begin life anew. He watched the earliest Dinosaurs walk the land, and when the first age of Dinosaurs came to an end, he watched the Steelwalkers go into hibernation.
When the Steelwalkers slept, The Old King felt himself growing older, and brought himself into the Material. He relished in fighting the early lizardmen, he relished in bloodshed and striking against those colossal beasts of scale and feather and hatred.
When the Great Time of Dying was upon him, he broke himself. He loved so much his bloodshed and violence that he would not permit his world to die, and struck out against the universe itself. Creating a bubble that severed his world from time and space, but only for a short time. Avoiding the Great Falling Star, and saving his great beasts from extinction.
His rest was to be virtually eternal, so that he may recoup and return at a later date. But when he saw the weakness that was breeding in all living things, he was willing to sacrifice his own safety for the return to savagery.Faction:
Operating Under His Own RulePowers:
Time Stop: Rather, this is how it can be percieved. The Old King removes himself, temporarily, from time and space. Allowing him to move freely through both, and then returns after a few short moments. With his powers waning in his ancient age, and having no time to recoup them, he is only capable of this for a few short moments. Every percieved second beyond the moments available to him is another painful experience, blood pours from his nostrils and mouth. His muscles spasm, his eyes bulge, his bones begin to rattle. The longer he holds it, the more internal damage he begins to take. In this state, unfortunately, only his clothes and weapon may be interacted with. For they are not as much a burden as other objects in ceased time.
Machine Actualization: A trait he inherited from The Old Ones, or rather, adopted. Watching them work with machinery, he has gained the ability to construct machines from raw material. Expanding his psychic presence around the machine, and building it based on designs he's got memorized. He can construct a fully functional machine in a few short minutes.
Global Geomancy: While often assumed that the Old King simply timed his resurgence with a massive scale volcanic upheaval, this is not true. The Old King has an innate connection with the planet as a whole, and can influence it and accelerate natural processes. Creating new landmasses, or destroying old ones is a very realistic possiblity.
Sight Beyond Sight: By projecting himself psychically from his body, he can see everything. Not simply see in one frame of existence either, he can percieve layers of reality and alternate realities. Viewing not only his world in perspective, but every other world. Allowing him to visualize and percieve anything that has, or will be, created.Attributes:
All Hearing: Again, by projecting his senses globally, he can hear anything in his world or another. Along many different levels of vibration, he can hear vocalizations of insects all the way up to the vibration of the planets themselves.
Voice Projection: Among his long list of archaic abilities, he still retains the ability to influence the world at a whole. He can project his voice either globally, or speak to anyone anywhere at any time. Allowing him to speak to the masses or be the voice in the head of anyone he so chooses.
(All Traits are at Maximum Effort, keep this in mind.)
Strength: Strong enough to reign a 19 ton mechanical Tyrannosaurus Facscimile single handedly, and wield a warhammer in the other. So roughly 25 tons of lifting strength, with push and pull strength of comparable or surpassing value.Equipment:
Speed: Fast as any man in full sprint, so roughly 15 mph.
Reaction Time: Virtually infinite, so long as he is directly observing you and not being surprised. Without this, however, his reaction speed measures in the 100s of MPH.
Endurance: Able to work for fifteen hours non-stop, even while over-using his incorporeal state.
Agility: Capable of a ten meter vertical and fifteen meter horizontal, as well as fine midair movements despite it being physically impossible. A lingering remnant of his ancient ability to move through the ether, he can now only move short distances in the air.
Intelligence: An ancient learned individual, he has much knowledge. However he is very deluded and religiously devoted to his cause.
Combat Skill: Vastly trained, with knowledge of lost martial arts and several thousand lifetimes worth of combat experience.
Technical Skill: Actually infinite, so long as he chooses to learn the design of a machine intentional from alternate dimension or timeline.
The Painbringer: A blade of remarkable construction, a blade with stored power that hones the wielder's strength better than they themselves can. As long as the blade strikes true and with the cutting edge or sharp point, it will drive itself further and deeper than could be assumed from the speed and force of the strike itself. Leaving deep lacerations and dents in armor where would only be left a scratch otherwise. The blade is also capable of trading blows evenly with heavier, larger and even magical weapons. Allowing him to attack and defend himself rather comfortably. It is three feet long with a foot long handle.
The Retainer's Suit: A suit of armor that both contains his physical and metaphysical form and protects both from harm. It is superior in strength to steel plate armor, as its strength is augmented by a steel wire and carbon fiber weave undersuit, as well as carbon fiber plates. However, its bulk is rather cumbersome and limits some of the user's movements. Though the King has never shown that this is a problem.Resources:
Immeasurably vast.Supporting Characters:
[To Be Revealed]Do you know how to post pictures?:
'Course I do.What is best in life?:
To crush your enemies, to see them driven before you, and to hear the lamentations of their women!
Sample Post (Minimum four paragraphs, doesn't have to pertain to the roleplay.):
Observing those foreign beings who came from the stars was a terrible task, for their earlier lives they were fierce warriors. Viciously eradicating any foe who dared stand before them, and leaving only the useful behind. For a time it was good, and the Old King watched as the young race did beautiful work. Again though, from the stars, came yet another race of Starborn creatures. They were powerful and deadly, and the war between them was fierce. Though the Older ones were waning in power and needed an edge over the young and energetic race, and thus they built steel guardians to fight along side them.
They drove off the Starborn, forcing them to retreat from this world. For a time it was good, and the Steelwalkers and Old Ones were a force to be reckoned with. This changed over time and the Old King's sadness grew, for the Steelwalkers remained strong as the Old Ones grew weak.
When the Steelwalkers grew tired of their old masters for relying on them far too much, they struck back against the old and weak race. Obliterating them in but fifteen days, and leaving their civilization in ruins. The Old Ones had died, and the Starborn were driven from the world, leaving only the ancient beasts and Steelwalkers.
The Steelwalkers were fierce but complacent, and with no opposition they built great cities to watch the stars and study the sciences. For their minds were rack with curiosity for the world at large, and they would adventure and explore regularly.
When the First Great Dying was upon them, they slumbered beneath the earth and waited for the day when they would once more roam the land and explore. Learning new sciences and traveling the world anew.
Some time passed and The Old King decided to draw himself into the material, and begin his reign over the stupid but violent beasts of this time. With no Steelwalkers, the world's resources at large were his and his alone.