Afro Samurai

Marvel 2099 (Cyberpunk & Superhumans)

Offspring of Wolverine.

Marvel 2099 (Cyberpunk & Superhumans)

Count me in.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"Been down and out before--let's hope this ain't the last time."

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Location: Hanson Power Plant Interior

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Blood streamed down his face--with a broken nose, he couldn't even breathe through his nostrils and could hardly see what was in front of him. The light protruding through the entrance door was all that kept him from total blindness. At first, Oshea had a clever plan. Now? He was quickly running out of options. With watery eyes and some minor swelling of his lower lids beginning to manifest, he was trapped. All he could do now was muster some kind of defense and hope his years of amateur fighting payed off. He didn't back against the wall, no, that was true cowardice; he put his hands in front of his face weakly, every nerve-ending he had sliced with agony. Somehow, he had to go on. He couldn't lose here. Who was going to keep Quicksilver in check if not him? Not that he was doing a great job of it at present, but still!

As a kid, Oshea dreamt of becoming like his heroes he saw on TV: King, Ali, Mandela, Beast, Professor X. They all seemed invincible then, and if his current predicament was indicative of the fallibility of idols Oshea had just been taught a bitter lesson. Oshea spent much of his life on his feet; then he felt his knees wobble before finally giving out from underneath him. There was going to be no glorious comeback, no mighty upset. It was over. The bell had rung, the white towel was thrown; Oshea was down for the count.

Justice League Unlimited

@Archmage MC @FiroIV I've added my little bits. Whichever one of you wants to post it, you can.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Grandmaster Kuai Liang, "Sub Zero."

Character Name: Kuai Liang, more commonly known as Sub Zero.

Title: Grandmaster, Legend.

Kingdom: Midway Studios (originally).

Visual Description:

Written Description: He wears a blue samurai menpo which covers his mouth; otherwise, he wears a 're-inforced' blue gi set for his upper and lower garments, finished with black pants and blue boots. His eyes are an ice white.

Personality: Sub Zero is rather enigmatic; he was the leader of the Lin Kuei clan in his universe, and as such he possesses many qualities of a learned general. He is stern and cold, much like the ice he controls; he is a thinker and a tactician, not one who is blind and flies into rages like his counterpart Scorpion or the overzealous God of Thunder, Raiden. Sub Zero is trustworthy and will assist his allies whenever necessary, and destroy those who make themselves his enemy. If he is crossed, he may or may not forgive the wrongdoing based on the offense.
Game: Mortal Kombat II and on.

Current Story: Kuai is actually the second person to assume the mantle of Sub Zero. His elder brother, Bi Han, was killed by Scorpion (a former ninja who hailed from the rival of the Lin Kuei, the Shirai Riyu. It is the death of Bi Han which sparked the seemingly eternal war between the Lin Kuei and the Shirai Ryu, with their hatred for one another not coming to an end until the events surrounding the invasion of Shinnok the fallen Elder God. Afterward, Sub Zero shepherds the Lin Kuei into an unprecedented era of peace after Earthrealms new, younger champions vanquish Shinnok and seal his spirit away.

Then, one day, with another invasion of Earthrealm imminent from Outworld and the Netherworld, Sub Zero vanished.

Weapon(s): Sub Zero does not use conventional weapons, all of his armaments are produced from his cyromancy ability. Since he is somewhat a special case, I will limit what constructs he can make to hammers and swords as those are what he uses most in game.
Stat.

Level One

You have 5 stat points to distribute how you like.
(P)Damage 2
(P)Defense 3
(M)(E)Damage 3
(M)(E)Defense 1
Dexterity 1
0%
XP ////////// (0/10)

Squad: Alpha.

General Abilities

Level One - Ice Ball: Perhaps Sub Zero's most iconic ability, he forms a ball of ice in both hands and launches it at the opponent in the middle of a combo, and if the target is hit, they typically freeze over from head to toe for three to five seconds. At higher levels, it can be used to shatter enemies altogether depending on the size of the person and the overall temperature of the surrounding area. When in colder areas, the chances of shattering someone are higher. In normal climates, if Liang manages to hit a frozen opponent before the effect wears off, he are simply hurled backward at great speed and into whatever is behind him.

Special Abilities

None.

Items

None.
None.
None.

Strengths

Grandmaster Unfelled: Sub Zero's defensive capabilities, thanks to his cyromancy and his overall preference for slower, calculated combat make him a juggernaut in battle. He is able to fend off multiple opponents without much issue. He is at his best when he can draw out a fight and use time and attrition to slow a much faster opponent.

Butterflies and Bees: While Kuai does not have extreme speed, he compensates with the sheer brutality of his thunderous, or shall we say chilling, blows. If one had to offer analogy to Liang's fighting style, it is kin to Joe Frazier, George Foreman, Mike Tyson, Thomas Hearns, and other powerful sluggers.

A Leader of Men: Sub Zero has served well over two decades at the head of the Lin Kuei clan, and as such he has developed valuable intangibles when it tasked with leading others both on the battlefield and off it.

An Icy Sage: Unlike his predecessor, Bi Han, Kuai Liang is calm and wise--and never quick to anger over small slights. He displays compassion and forgiveness to many who have done him wrong.

Weaknesses

A Land Dweller: He can't swim.

Out of the Kitchen: He does not like extreme heat.

Honor Bound: When Sub Zero says he is going to do something, he is going to do it regardless of whether he dies in the process.

Pride: For someone who has seen many battles, and defeated hundreds in battle, Liang has developed a sense of superiority when it comes to fighting others. He does not flaunt this pride outwardly or outright, this arrogance displays mostly while he is in battle and has lead to his defeat several times.

Achievements

None thus far.

X-Men: Cosmic Crusades 👽

Oshea Jackson

"I have wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; I done handcuffed lightnin', and thrown thunder in jail."
-Mohammed Ali

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Down goes Frazier! Down goes Frazier! Ali with the knockout!

Bright lights and a shouting crowd, Oshea heard all the jeers--except they were in his head. Oshea planned to show Quicksilver how fast he really was but it didn't go quite as he planned. It was time to regroup, just as soon as he could gather his wits. Oshea had been in a few fist fights before; he had been an amateur boxer, so he was used to getting rocked. In boxing, there was one rule for getting knocked down--get back up. Once the white flashes dimmed and he regained his senses, he had to resort to another plan and he had no time to observe his surroundings; nor could Oshea let Quicksilver mount an offensive.

Then Oshea looked around; there was so much space. Somehow, he had to confine the fight and give Quicksilver nowhere to run. It was time to take this fight indoors. His mind raced as he thought up his plan--what was he going to do if he managed to get inside? He didn't know and it didn't matter. In a burst of speed, he blitzed to the inside of the plant and into a confined hallway near the entrance. Rook to A7. Now, he would try for the rope-a-dope.

Justice League Unlimited

"What, dear Captain do you wish for me to do, or rather what do you wish to do to me?" @FiroIV

..........heh.

Zatch Bell: A Battle Royale

As a For Honor fan who has probably logged something like 100 hours in the game, I'm excited to incorporate my main fat man Shugoki into this RP as a Mamodo. I also must say I have never watched Zatch Bell, is there anywhere I can find it online? Is it on Netflix?

@Lionhearted

Justice League Unlimited

Episode 2 - Mad World

Featuring

Toon Girl

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Brainwave was caught by surprise by the living cartoon. Her mind wasn't effected by his power. So it was time his telekinesis came into play. With a smirk and a thought, a food vendor's hotdog stand lifted from street level and flew towards the villain and would-be hero. Crashing into the girl, Brainwave had a second to breath and shifted his attacks. This cartoon girl wanted to tell HIM not to kill anyone. "Let's see if she can keep from it herself..." he thought.

Dozens of adults and children alike went after the Toon Girl after she hit the ground covered in hot dogs, water, and condiments.

"Come now Lantern, we can do better than dragons can't we? This isn't Game of Thrones..." Brainwave commented, still hovering over the chaos in the streets.

The emerald construct dragons that were currently in battle with Shazam shifted into something much more. Where once there were two large dragons, now in their place was roughly eight large snakes that looked like anacondas and each was well over forty feet long. Reaching from his own mind, Brainwave then had the hero create a construct Superman.

"Let's see how tough you are big man..." Brainwave taunted at Shazam as the construct of Superman flew straight for him.

The construct snakes seemed to go after the girl swaying the crowd of mad civilians by also attacking the civilians themselves. Toon Girl was also targetted and one of the snakes quickly coiled around her. It almost looked as if she thought it was giving her a hug. The man called Judgement seemed to be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers and shifted into his angelic form, flying above the madness for a few moments.

Toon Girl's plan hadn't gone the way she had hoped. Of course it made sense, the guy was a villain after all, but she figured he'd be a bit smarter realizing what was going on. Well, that didn't matter, because being hit by a hot dog cart, falling into the same hole she made earlier, and finally being picked up and snuggled by a large green snake was a bit distracting. Especially that last bit, considering how tight the snake was squeezing her.

"This isn't the most pleasant hug I've..." she started to say, letting out a chew toy squak as the snake squished her. Apparently a bit surprised at this, the snake relaxed a bit, Toon Girl also expanding, before it squeezed again, making her squeak again. "Stop that!" She said, using one of her free arms to smack the snake hard on its side.

This would be somewhat of a problem, as since this snake was made out of light, she'd have to probably wait for her siphoning ability to destroy it if punching it really hard didn't do much. Which when she thought about it was realy weird. Why could GL even make strong constructs like this if his power worked on Willpower, yet he was not controlling hiw own will?

"Hey Shazam, little help here! 'Squeak'" toon girl said, waving her hand in between punching the snake to get Shazam's attention.

Marvel noted the Superman construct darting toward him, and he met the charge. At the last second, however, he curtailed right beneath Superman's grasp and volleyed a strong uppercut into the hard light construct which, if it did not break him, would send him flying int othe clouds above. Within thirty yards the construct disipated into nothingness and there was one less problem for the heroes. With one construct indisposed, Marvel turned his sights on Toon Girl who was--to say the least--having a rough time. Marvel figured the snake would only squeeze tighter if he tried a frontal assault, and so he devised another method.

He shot toward the pavement below, where all kinds of cars and other objects that would serve as hazards if destroyed were situated. He picked up a taxi cab by its bottom and flew upward; then he tossed the vehicle directly at Brainwave, if only to throw him off focus for a moment and as such momentarily loosen his sway over Alan's mind. Meanwhile, he zipped forward toward Toon Girl.

"You really are bad at this fighting thing, I see." WIth that, he placed his hands atop the coiling snake construct and let loose a current of Zeus' lightning. It would probably hurt Toon Girl, but it should be enough to dispose of the snake. Of course this also had the lovely side effect of zapping Toon Girl, her skeleton showing as she was getting zapped.

". . . Shouldn't burn [that much. Note to self; learn to control power of lightning." Shazam said as the snake exploded, Toon Girl standing a bit thin and dazed form the ordeal. Shaking herself to recompose herself, she noticed how thin the snake had squeezed her. She blew into one of her fingers, popping back to normal, then waved to Shazam. "Thanks buddy! You're right I wasn't burned that bad!" She said with a laugh.

Looking up, Toon Girl said "Where's Brainwave?", noticing he wasn't in the same spot as he was before. "So, new plan. Ignore GL, target Brainwave. GL can't really hurt the two of us anyway." Toon Girl said, noting at how easily Shazam blew up those constructs that GL had made.

Marvel glanced over at her, his eyes sparking with lightning beneath the hood,

"Your body twists in strange ways, cartoonish one." In some odd way, it was the closest Marvel could come to a compliment. He, too, grinned from beneath his hood before he spoke again.,

"You know, where I come from, we do not take lightly having our bodies squished and contorted by sentient constructs of light; what do you say we finish this?"

"Ain't that what I just said?" Toon Girl said, looking at him slyly.

Oh. Right.

"..." Embarassed, he darted off. Other note to self; listen to Wisdom of Solomon more.

"Guy needs to learn how to take teasing better." Toon girl thought to herself while chuckling at how Shazam flew off.

Create-A-Hero: A Superhero RPG Season 2- New Horizons (Closed)

Small City Blues #3.

Hassan whirred across warm concrete, his bike's tires rolled and roared in the wind accompanied by the rattling of the vehicle's cheap chain. With a backpack's straps hugging his thin shoulders, Hassan raced to meet the 7:55 deadline for students' arrival for homeroom. In the distance, he could hear the bell ring; he wasn't too far away! It was only when he looked at his wristwatch he was privy to the bitter reality--it was 8:30. Good thing his mother left for work at 6:00 a.m. and his sister caught the 7:00 a.m. bus. He pulled up to the front of the school and threw his bike atop pavement; hustling, he knew he wouldn't be able to enter the school at the front, and so he was relegated to more unsavory methods.

As Hassan saw it, there were two options: he either broke into the school or he suffered the wrath of his mother. It was all so simple, but he made it all so complex,

"Brace yourself." Huh? That voice sounded too familiar. Hassan had no time to wade his confusion, he felt a subtle pressure build up in his stomach and his limbs froze. Under a sway not his own, Hassan suddenly found himself inside of the men's bathroom--before he could make sense of what had just happened, he was bent over the sink and freeing himself of yesterday's lasagna.

"It will pass. You are late."
"Who are you?" Hassan demanded.
"Family."

Hassan was definitely high. He had to be, right? There was no logical explanation for any of this; he felt as weird as he did when he had the visions in his sleep, but those were dreams--those were supposed to be incredible. Madness and sanity opposed, but Hassan didn't know which one he felt at this moment. He wiped leftover lasagna from his mouth with his forearm and ran the same appendage beneath some cold water before he dried off. The bell for second period rang, time to get to science.

His science teacher, a balding man in his middle thirties, spoke warm to his amassing group of students; most of whom displayed little interest in the class. The teacher's name was German, something Hassan never bothered to pronounce; Kleinschmidt? Perhaps. A laze, Hassan hated school, and the sense in him told him each and every one of his peers did as well. The teacher blathered about sodium and carbon and thermodynamics. It all went through one ear and out of the other. A rapping beat against Hassan's head; Pantheon spoke to him again.

"Pay attention. You need this for your test." Oh, so this thing inside his head was his parent now, too? Hassan would show him/it/her otherwise!

"Shut up!"
"Mr. Amim?" Kleinschmidt posited.
"No." Pantheon retorted.
"YES!" Hassan shouted back with visceral charge.
"No more interruptions, Mr. Amim--thank you." Kleinschmidt warned. All of his classmates gawked, some with glee and others with genuine intrigue. Then there was the girl, Akila. Her puffy, jet black curls rested high atop her head. Her skin dark and deep as coal and wine-smooth. All Hassan felt now was embarassment. There was that twinkle of puppy love (which was entirely unreciprocated) which beat against his veins; they all stared in unison, but even in the crowd the only set of eyes he noticed were hers. Quick! He had to do something!

Lasagna still looked better going down than coming back up. Disparaged exclamations ricocheted throughout the room; "ew", "gross", "idiot!" All deserved--harsh, but deserved. Again, Pantheon's voice rang in Hassan's head,

"You are welcome. Leave while you can, we have much to discuss." Hassan scurried up and hurried out of the room. Once in the hallway, he had no clue where to go or how in creation he was going to salvage his reputation and ask Akila to prom--let alone deal with this talking man in his skull.