[CHAR] Violence Fights Xtreme

[drallinix]

Appearance:


He stands at 6'1 and weight 180lbs without his armor. He has a muscular build and is tan wit three scars around his left eye. Generally he has a short beard that he keeps trimmed to a chinstrap. His eyes are a verdant green with a broken spiral of blue around the center.

Name: Karson Helix

Age: 21

Gender: male

Species: human

Main Faction: Mandalore

Sub-Faction: bounty hunter

Weapons:

-blaster rifle: A rifle that he earned once he completed his initiation. It is of the same variant he trained with as a child and has served him well. Along the side there are multiple scratches that he uses to tally his kills against force sensitive's.

-retractable beskar sword- A fine sword forged from beskar. This doubled edged longsword can be retracted into the hilt and extended. The blade is a sleek silver with razor sharp edges, and down both sides are symbols of war. It was his fathers.

-wrist mounted flamethrowers- on each wrist guard he has a flamethrower mounted. These twin firestorms are capable of burning a man to cinders in minutes, and can be fired with at will.

-blaster pistol x2- Two blaster pistols that he wears in holsters on his hip. These pistols have been modified with better grips, and both have a DNA scanner on the grips meaning only Karson can fire them. If anyone else grips and pulls the trigger it will explode in their hand.

Equipment:

-Karson's custom armor- a variant of the standard mandalorian armor. This armor has been modified for Karson's own purposes. The entire suit has been better insulated against the elements and electricity, and the visor has been replaced with a gold one. This armor has a jetpack built in along the spine allowing him short sustained bursts of flight.

Skills:

-marksmanship- Karson has been trained his entire life as a mandalorian and as such is an expert marksman. He can shoot a man dead in a gunfight quicker than most people think. Karson almost never misses and if he does its for a good reason.

-close quarters combat- Being trained as a soldier your entire life has perks. Being a master of hand to hand combat is one of those perks. Karson knows multiple forms of hand to hand combat as well as sword and knife combat. He is a deadly fighter up close and couples powerful attacks with even more lethal speed.

-tech savvy- Karson has learned to hack, repair, and build most types of tech. If he cant figure it out then it is either not known to most of the galaxy or it doesn't exist. He can hack droids, ships, hell if given enough time he could build a droid.

-medical knowledge- Having been in combat numerous times its good to know how to patch yourself up. He can heal most wounds given enough time, but needs proper supplies and time/

Flaws:

-Sociopath- Being raised and trained as a soldier has numbed him to most emotions. Karson appears to be normal, but it is all a lie in reality he feels very little. He has trouble forming emotional attachments and doesn't see the purpose in them. This can lead to conflict.

-weird habits- He tends to talk to himself. He has seen many wars and all of his friends and family have been killed. That being said being a lone bounty hunter can make you really lonely and you develop a habit of talking to yourself.

-colorblindness- He is completely colorblind and sees in monochrome(shades of grey). Now this might not seem a big weakness, but it makes defusing explosives, flying ships, and other things quite challenging.

-KILLING FRENZY!- when he is in extreme duress Karson goes ballistic shooting and killing anything nearby with no regard for friend or foe. He will fight tooth and nail to his last breath and take out anyone he can with him.

Force Sensitive: no

Force Abilities: none

Bio: Karson was raised as a mercenary on a ship. He was just born that way. His mother and father were mercenaries as were their parents before them. In fact he came from a long line of mercenaries. Well more on that well never, anyway he was raised his entire life to be a mercenary. Eventually his parents fell on the field of battle.

The two mandalorian mercenaries fought side by side. The male firing his heavy blaster in bursts as scores of enemies fell before him. His partner was firing with twin blasters at his back leveling just as many. The day slowly came to a close and the two ran out of ammunition. They fought together slaying enemies left and right their blades flashing through the air. A young boy watched from the side his squadron making their way towards the couple.

The woman was the first to fall, a sniper round tearing through her chestpiece. The man caught her as she fell. He let her to the ground gently as another sniper round tore through his chest and he fell. As Karson's squad broke through he rushed to his parents side. His father removed his helmet and coughed up blood as he pressed the handle of his sword into Karson's hands.

"Son, your mother and I have always loved you and are proud of you. Take this blade and make your legacy my boy."

With those last words Karson's father died. As Karson stood he knew what he must do. Night fell and Karson's squad cut their way through the ranks. Day broke and the carnage was revealed. Karson and two of his men stood before the enemy commanders tent the man dead at their feet. Nodding Karson took his head as the others left to go their separate ways. Their commander had fallen and now they had to find a new crew. Karson boarded his ship and left to find a new destination.

[ImportantNobody]

Name: "Kawaii" Rose Kruger
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Race: Half Japanese/Half German Human
Appearance:

The girl on the right...

Personality: Although normally having a cute, kind persona, she's actually been driven insane so doesn't value life at all. She cannot maintain her normal persona if using her abilities as the weapons take over her mind and make her extremely trigger happy, blowing things away at the slightest provocation once she gets started. This insanity inhibits her strategy and self preservation skills, limiting her to an "attack them all until they're super dead!" plan. She uses gratuitous Japanese while talking in English despite knowing English, Japanese, and German fluently. She cusses heavily in Japanese and German.

Abilities

Physical: She has been genetically altered to achieve physical abilities far exceeding that of a normal human girl, being the best possible for a mortal human being, male or female. This includes aspects such as vision, reaction times, flexibility, etc.
Combat Skills: Without requiring any training she has been taught through technological means how to use many different weapons and fighting styles on an expert level.
Semi-Unlimited Weapon Assault and Recreation Machine: Due to a device surgically inserted inside her brain, she's able to use her brainpower/physical energy to open up another dimension against her skin known as weaponspace. This allows her to equip herself with practically any weapon/ammo as long as it's stored inside her accessible weaponspace. It doesn't pop into existence all at once, instead sliding out of her body at the desired point as if it's growing off of her until it forms the complete weapon.
Legendary Katana: Her katanas are able to perform as well as some people believe they actually perform. This means that they're the best swords hands down in her arsenal, even allowing her to fight evenly with gun wielders while using them, partially thanks to being sharp enough to cut through gun barrels and bullets, but also thanks to just being the best sword.

Backstory

She was born during WW2 by a Japanese mother and a German father while in Germany. Her father was a Nazi scientist who was quick to begin experimenting on his own child, not allowed to test on pure Aryans while the potentially deadly effects were still unknown. He was working on the SWARM engine program, trying to find a way to summon any weapon onto the battlefield at a moment's notice. He realized that with their current technology the way things were, only a human brain could possibly harness the necessary power to do this. His daughter, Kawaii, showed great promise to be able to do so, if only she was old enough. She was molded into what would be the perfect warrior through various other experiments, although before the SWARM engine was implemented the war had ended and he was forced into hiding. Not one to give up on such a monumental experiment he kept going long after the war, finally succeeding 10 years later when she was 12.

However, he didn't realize that hooking up with all of the weapons would turn her insane, causing her to kill him and everyone else involved in the project in a battle far more reminiscent of a slaughter. She fled the scene, having destroyed all research on SWARM technology in the process, and remains at large to this day, carrying out insane murders and mercenary work.

[rocketrobie2]

The year: 2008

One man, one glorious, stupendous, twig of a man named David was walking to his boring job at Box and sons (the leading cardboard producer and distributed in all of the lands) when he heard the call of a back alley merchant. The merchant told him that he had a very valuable artifact to sell, 'the wand of a thousand kings and wizards and stuff' as he described it. The relic had been passed down from generation to generation before the back alley merchant bought it off of amazon for a great deal. The merchant said that whomever wielded the wand would get the strength of a thousand dragons, the magical prowess of ten million unicorns, the speed of lots of lights and a whole whack ton of powers. David didn't buy into the BS and instead bought a new briefcase from the man.

Once Dacid got to work at Box.co he opened up his newfound treasure of a briefcase to find a jaw dropping scene before him. There in the briefcase was a whack ton of un-contained peanut butter along with more than enough pickles. David was confused and furious that the thing was full of all the food items and not one spoon to eat it with. In his anger he almost missed the note that sat atop the peanut butter and pickles. David read the note aloud "Dear reader, If you are reading this then that means I am dead or I finally managed to sell my Enron stocks and move to Spain. Anyway I write this so that you realize what power you now possess. This briefcase may seem like its full of food but in reality it's a portal to a dimension filled with peanut butter and pickles. 'Why peanut butter and pickles?' You ask? Well stop asking because I don't have an answer. You are capable of calling this briefcase to you from wherever and it will always come. Always. I lost this thing in another dimension once and it literarily, [i]literly[i\] busted through time and space to get to me. It's also able to fire out high rate of fire pickles and peanut butter. Now pull up your socks beacuse these next few paragraphs will be a bit dry but the are very essent-" at this point David was to bored and threw the obscenely long note away. David picked up his briefcase just as his boss came over to tell him he was doing a great job. The boss was always happy which annoyed David a lot so David tried out his new found power and shot his boss with the full force of the briefcase's peanut and pickle power. His boss went flying and someone called the police.

By this point David had already gone made with power and was fending off the athourites with broad swings of the case and the firing of peanut butter and pickles. As they began to close in on him he found one of the briefcase's other powers as a large, albino, unitiger popped out of the case and fought alongside David. Soon David mounted the mythical feline and they leapt out the window to not be seen again for months to come. A few days later a wanted poster was commishend all over the city reading the following.

"Wanted: David Boardhead
Age: 26
Appearance: He is skinny but still somewhat athletic and wears huge Clark Kent glasses. Last seen wearing a light blue dress shirt and tie with dress pants along with sandals.
Power run down:
-Can summon Bavid the magical albino unitiger whom of which is capable of casting laser light show spells from it horn and possesses above average intelligence and physical skills.
-can summon his briefcase from anywhere like how Thor summons his hammer.
-can fire pickles and peanut butter from his briefcase and a very high rate.
-he can survive high drops from heights of great value.
-he can cover himself in peanut butter and pickles to increase his defence.
-his briefcase is nearly indestructible and he is able to store things in the pickle and peanut pocket dimension but it is unlikely that he'll ever find it again... But not impossible.

[HHShetland]

Name: R3 V3 NG3
Age: 25
Gender: ???
Nationality: Japanese-American
Race: Lexus LS400
Appearance:



Backstory: Once upon a time, the car that would become R3 V3 NG3 was just a fairly bog-standard early-90s full-size sedan; or saloon, if you're a Brit. It wasn't even a particularly fancy one. It had comfy seats, a decent sound system for your CDs and Casettes, leather trim, and was one of the first automobiles to have fitted steering-wheel airbags, but at the end of the day, it was just a car with an above-average price tag.

This all changed once the Street Fighter craze kicked off in the USA, where the car, while manufactured in Japan, had found its home. The car's owner happened to be the father of a disgruntled, video-gaming youth who had gotten caught up in the craze. One night, following a party filled with much booze and drugs, the teenager decided to re-enact a bonus stage from his favourite video game. Thus, he tried to beat up the car with his bare hands, and soon ended up in hospital with glass cuts and broken bones, while the car received only a dent in the driver's door and little else.

By sheer coincidence, the hospital where the boy ended up also contained an aging wizard, dying of terminal heart disease. Mocked for years for his assertion that his magic was very much real, he chose to, with his dying breath, implant his magic power within the first inanimate object in sight, cursing it and enacting his vengeance upon the ungrateful, unbelieving public that he had grovelled at the feet of for so long. That object happened to be the hapless Lexus that was parked outside the window.

A few days later, the Lexus was used by the boy's father to transport his now-recovered son back home. Unfortunately for its occupants, the magic implanted by the wizard then kicked off, giving the car sentience. Angry at having been beaten up, the car forced the father out the driver's seat and drove into a deep ravine, horrendously wrecking itself and killing the boy in the back. Later still, the wreck seemingly fixed itself, restoring itself to factory-fresh status. It even had that new car smell again.

That wasn't all, though. The Lexus then drove off on its own, intentionally showing up to street fights in the hopes of drawing out any more evil car-beaters, and then viciously murdering them. With each person it killed, the more powerful it became, absorbing their life force. First it simply ran them over, then it started to strangle them with its seatbelts, then it decapitated them with its doors, then it even deliberately ignited its own fuel tank to blow up a whole building of them. Eventually, its power was great enough to force another would-be victim to get it a personalised license plate:

R3 V3 NG3. Revenge.

It still doesn't realise Street Fighter was just a game. The day when it finally finds and kills the Shotoclones is the day its job is done.

Personality: R3 is a vengeful, vindictive and yet strangely mischievous little bastard of a car. However, if you ignore its murderous streak and burning hatred towards anyone who harms cars (not just street fighters, but also scrapyard workers, tuners and demolition derby participants), it's actually fairly agreeable... or as agreeable as a car can be, anyway. It communicates mostly through the radio, playing a song appropriate to its mood. It likes to mess with people's heads, though, hence the mischievous part. Usually by moving around by itself when people aren't looking. Gives it a good laugh. Dark sense of humour, you understand.

Powers/Abilities: R3 is essentially a Dragon on wheels. It can breathe fire, ice (actually Liquid Nitrogen, but has a similar effect) and carcinogenic exhaust fumes, and it has the ability to repair itself; undoing any dents, scratches, punctures or other minor damages, recovering lost parts or, if necessary, growing replacement parts; however, the time taken to repair increases depending on the severity of the damage. The only way to permanently defeat it would be drain all its magic power, rendering it a harmless automobile once again. Or you could just destroy it in such a way that it'd take years to regenerate, like completely melting it down to slag.
In addition, Just about everything outside and inside it has been weaponised, but especially the seatbelts, which have become long, writhing, tight tentacles.
And naturally, being a car itself, it drives with the skill of nine Michael Schumachers and thirteen Dale Earnhardts. Which is to say, superbly well.

[Thrashy]

KillBot 2000

Built by an unknown tinkerer with a hatred for all living things (and too much spare time on his hands), the KillBot 2000 is a marvel of sinister technological innovation. It houses all kinds of weaponry, both conventional and surprising, and is fueled by the most hazardous substances known to mankind. Its core is protected by a foot of titanium alloy, making it near indestructible, and the AI inside is the wet dream of every software developer. Once detected by its optical sensors, the potential target of its destructive capabilities has virtually no chance of escape. The machine does not stop until it has been obliterated, or the target destroyed. Stupendous!