Hey, Stormflyx. This is a lovely thread you have here. I was looking back at my old character sheets and was wondering whether or not the concepts in them could be updated for newer RPs. Could you take a look at them, please? [hider=Maximum Radical] Secret Identity – Max Tacticularius Radical Codename – Maximum Tacticularius Radical Age – 17 Powers – Have you ever thought what an eagle can do? Have you ever thought about how many eagles currently exist on this earth. Have you ever fully read the wikipedia page of an eagle. Have you ever vigorously pondered upon the very concept of eagles mating together? Maximum Tacticularius Radical will make you consider all those questions when you battle him for the first time. Now, you're probably wondering what I meant. Was Maximum Tacticularius Radical raised by an eagle? Is Maximum Tacticularius Radical the genetic hybrid of an eagle and a human? Does Maximum Tacticularius Radical know the magical arts of eagleomancy? Can Maximum Tacticularius Radical copulate with eagles? Maximum Tacticularius Radical would like to say yes. Because the actual truth is that he doesn't have any powers at all. He's just a man in an eagle costume. Weaknesses - Maximum Tacticularius Radical fears anything un-american. Chinese food, communism, refugees, the very concept of something existing outside of America makes him recoil in fear. If you were to make him eat a single dumpling, he would start convulsing and fall on the floor in a spastic, foaming fit. Personality – Patriotic - Nationalistic - Jingoistic - Awesometacular - Brotacular Experience – 0 Day Job – Being a mascot for a cereal brand. How did Arrowcaster find you? Offering free cereal samples at the supermarket. BRIEF Bio – Born to a rich family in the Bronx, Max Radical was rejected from NYU when he attempted to publish a paper claiming that eagles could be used as an unlimited source of power. He went on a journey of self-discovery, spending all of his wealth to become the eagle. It failed miserably. Five years later after his self-imposed quest, Max was discovered by a cereal salesman by the name of Dick Dastardly Richard in an alleyway, hungry, skeletal and in a pitiful state. He demonstrated to the salesman his impressive knowledge of eagle reproductive cycles. Dick Richard saw a talent in this young, able soul as a mascot for his failing cereal brand. Armed with a signpost and a 10 dollar eagle costume from a furry convention, Max found completion. He was the eagle. He felt like an eagle. Sample Post - Arrowcaster had heard rumours in the neighborhood about a strange person who had a manic fit with eagles. Someone that he could mould and train to be a part of his team. He had spotted it and gone over to offer it a position on his team. The eagle turned around. It took a few seconds for Arrowcaster to realise that it wasn't a large eagle but rather a large man in an eagle. " I'm looking for special - " A large wing batted the side of Arrowcaster's head, interrupting him as the man-eagle began to speak. " What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my nest in the Navy Eagles, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Eagle , and I have over 300 confirmed prey kills. I am trained in eagle warfare and I’m the top shitter in the entire US eagle forces. You are nothing to me but just another prey. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of eagles cross the USA and your nest is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare wings. Not only am I extensively trained in eagle combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Eagle Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit eagle fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo." There was a moment of silence. Arrowcaster wiped a tear from his eye and raised a hand out, the first contact between man and majestic man-eagle. " You're in." [/hider] [hider=Pineapple Pizza] Archetype: Other Name: Pizza, Pineapple Pizza Alias: The Hawaiian Heathen Age: Unknown Alignment: Villain Powers: Tell me. Have you ever eaten pineapple pizza? It's an unnatural eldritch paradox, isn't it? The disgusting yet tempting trap of sweet and salty. It is a law that was never meant to be broken. KFC has a sweet and sour sauce for their Mc-nuggets, not an sweet and salty sauce. Combining the elements of melted mozzarella, tomato sauce, yeast crust and tropical fruit in one 16 inch unholy sentient package, the Hawaaian Heathen's true power is not being able to speak in human languages or being mobile as an epileptic slug but the paradoxical demonic taste of his pizza flesh. The first bite will have you think " Oh, that isn't bad". The second will send you in a state of shock, cursing yourself at your lack of hindsight. The third will give you a seizure, your mouth foaming as you overdose on the traitorous taste of pineapple pizza. The fourth excommunicates you from being a member of the human species. The fifth sends you to pizza hell where you are forced to eat a mountain of pizza eternally, using only a knife and a fork. Weaknesses: Cardboard pizza boxes, good pizza and leaving him out in the sun for too long. Appearance: [img]https://peopledotcom.files.wordpress.com/2017/05/pineapple-pizza.jpg?crop=0px%2C205px%2C2000px%2C1051px&resize=1200%2C630[/img] Personality: Evil, Sweet, Salty, Machiavellian, Cheesy Brief BIO: Was it a wizard? A genetic experiment? Some freak accident? The will of Satan or some deity? No ones knows but this pizza. The pizza's age is indeterminate. Some theories propose that it was born out of the first man putting pineapple on his pizza in Ancient Rome. One thing is for certain; this maniacal cuisine tyrant has been hell-bent on violating the norms of pizza consumption, one world-threatening plan at a time. During his time, the Hawaiaan Heathen has been banned from every major villain organization such as The Not-Good Guys and the Black Grey Nietzsche Abyss Followers. For now, he currently inhabits the mind of Papa John's, waiting, watching, planning for his time to reveal himself truly to the world and rid all those who don't eat pineapple pizza. Potential Storylines: - Joining forces with Deep Dish and Sushi Pizza against Neapolitan and New York Pizza. - Taking over the world's pizza restaurants and becoming crime boss of underground pizza smuggling. - Creating an offshore PPMC (Private Pizza Military Corporation) to destablize Italy's government. [/hider]