An Outsider

A Tale of Heroes [High-Casual]

Name: Magnus 'The Undying'

Gender: M

Age: 36

Nationality: Scotland

Appearance:

Powers and/or Abilities: Magnus is an extremely capable warrior, having fought in some form or an other across several kingdoms for almost 20 years now. He knows several languages, understands strategy and tactics, as well as hunt, track, cook, ride and steal. If it can help him stay alive he can do it.
When pressed in battle he can be swamped by a berserker like rage. When possessed by the rage he is stronger, quicker and feels no pain. However he is then unable to distinguish friend from foe, making him a danger to all around him. He tries to refrain from entering this state.

Personality: He's been called a killer, an outlaw and a scourge. Desperate to start again he is keen to give a more altruistic path a try. Magnus thinks he is easygoing, friendly and loyal. However he struggles to contain his darker traits. Not one for handing out second chances, despite looking for one himself.

Personal History: Born in the highlands of Scotland, Magnus was raised by his father to be a crofter. However the north is a dangerous place, so he was also trained to be able to fight. Even from a young age Magnus knew which he prefered. He joined every raid he could as soon as they would take him, desperate to earn a name for himself. The older men ironically called him 'The Undying' as they were sure he was destined for a early grave.
When simple clan infighting held no more attraction for him he left Scotland, travelling to the European mainland. He fought wherever he could find a fight, travelling all the way to the Holy Lands and back. Whatever happened there changed him though as he know claims to want redemption for his past sins.

Miscellaneous: His familly is supposed to possess Fae blood, which may explain his wanderlust and bizarre battle fury.

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Hey Kl I've put my revised Lobo clone up in the Titan pad. Would you be able to substitute it in for the one on the first post? The bio is a bit long so I've put typed a condensed version at the top for ya.

Cheers, Sam

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And the amazing Plasticman, can't forget him!

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I'll get an IC post up later today. Also I'll rework my CS to try and iron out a few of the more ridiculous ideas in it.

Can't wait for this to really get started!

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Mylik reflexively shrank away from Rane's apparent blood lust, a perfectly reasonable response to it. Still, it went someway to hurting the Canmorian's feelings all the same.
"Then I will have to check out the security systems again. After all, if something always goes wrong, then we should always be ready. I'll be in my quarters if anyone needs me,"
Rane watched him leave Mylik leave, an anxious rush to the Kiaslikian's movements, no doubt to get away from Rane himself.

"I'm always ready too," he called after the mouth less alien "That's why I strapped this bloody great big sword to my back." but the Kiaslikian was probably long gone by the time he had finished. "Certainly isn't to accessorise" he added under his breath.

Probably just as well nobody ever introduces themselves to you, Rane thought to himself. He was feeling slightly dejected now. Left out of the mission, on a ship with a bunch of newb's, with nothing to do and no one to speak to. Then again it was hardly a new predicament. Apart from swinging a sword he had no real skills aboard the ship, couldn't even fire a blaster all that well. . .

The blaster he thought, his mood perking somewhat. Perhaps he could still be of some use after all. He left the briefing room, moving at a brisk pace with the practised confidence of someone who knew this ship very well. He quickly found his destination, the armoury, where he assumed he would find Darius. He poked his head round the frame and found he was right in his assumption.

"Nice weapons," Rane said in way of announcing his presence before moving quickly onto the reason of the visit, "Got ya a present." Before tossing his wrist blaster across the room to the former merc.

"A Canmorian wrist blaster" he explained. "Straps around your wrist like a vambrace. Fires superheated plasma. Instant burning death, and very useful on an ice planet. I reckon a man of your talents could find a use or two for it." Rane was grinning now. Truth be told he hardly used the thing. When he had first began his quest all those long years ago the Skyfather had gifted Rane his sword, but the Canmorian had thought he would have needed more firepower than an outdated melee weapon. He should have trusted in the Skyfather's wisdom for he had rarely met an enemy he couldn't handle with just the sword. He wouldn't miss the blaster, especially for just one mission.

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I think you'd be alright saying she distorted the magnetic field around the projectiles, negating their ability to reach their intended targets.

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Joint post with SirenSong

"You mean that plan you just tried? The one that didn't succeed?" Bast sarcastically replied toward Patriot. "He doesn't have any energy to drain. I read up on his dossier. Our best line of defence is to hit him with everything we've got until we tire him out." Naomi turned to stand next to Patriot, facing both Shock and Fenrir.

"I'm just as fast as our werewolf friend here. I'll get Shrapnel's attention and get him running after me. I'll try to get him down again and, when I do, I need you all to hit this wanna-be Megatron with all you've got, alright?" She then turned to address Patriot. "I heard about you guys' very first mission as a team. This isn't Icicle. Don't be afraid to put a bit of a hurtin' on him, alright?" She then took off, throwing herself into Shrapnel's line of fire, waving her arms about. "Hey, tin can! Over here!"

"Puny little human!" Shrapnel began hurling pieces of himself toward the costumed heroine, aiming to eviscerate her. Bast managed to dodge every single bit of scrapmetal by performing a few quick movements, a simply turn to the right or left. She was hoping to intimidate him some. With Shrapnel's short temper, she managed to do so with ease. "GRAAAAAHHHH!!!!!" The hulking piece of metal came running straight toward Naomi, who then took off sprinting. "That's it. Follow the leader! Almost there!" Bast thought.

Shrapnel managed to follow her for the next two blocks, when they would arrive at what seemed to be like a dead end, the bricked side of a library. Shrapnel reached down at the ground for Bast, trying to scoop her up in his clutches and crush the very life out of her. She had other plan, though. Naomi scaled the bricked side of the building and performed a backwards somersault, vaulting just overhead of Shrapnel. She brought her whip forward and managed to wrap it around his neck. When she finally hit the ground, Shrapnel followed, tugged from behind. "NOW!!! Hit him hard!"

Bast didn't have to tell Fenrir twice, in fact he was moving before Shrapnel had even hit the ground, diving from his concealed spot atop the library roof with a melon sized rock in each taloned hand. It had been difficult to keep ahead of the vigilante and her metallic pursuer without being spotted, even more so to scale the library roof with two heavy rocks, but damn wasn't all that effort worth it now that the payoff was in sight. He'd aimed the drop near perfectly, his heavy form dropping down like an a-bomb, rocks held high to deliver maximum impact.

He landed before the villain had even got the chance to rise, clawed feet hitting the metal giant's chest. In the same flowing movement he crashed the two rocks down on Shrapnel's steel-like head, a satisfying gong reverberating around the street. The rocks had been reduced to splinters and powder with the force, and the metal metahuman was left with two deep dents, one revealing a hairline fracture, gracing the plate that made up his forehead. The wolfman leapt away before Shrapnel could retaliate, wary of the madman's tricks now. "Mangy mutt..." Shrapnel groaned groggily as he struggled to clear the spots from his eyes. In Fenrir's defence, Bast gave another tug of her whip. "That 'mangy mutt' is kicking your rear-end into the next dimension right now."

Fenrir had to admit that he liked the way that Bast thought. He much preferred hitting a foe until he could no longer stand than peaceably trying to drain him of his energy. That, and her apparent fearlessness in leading Shrapnel away, he was gaining a new respect for her. Perhaps he wouldn't eat her cat after all. . . Perhaps. The big meta crossed over to a nearby tree, about fifteen foot tall with foot wide diameter trunk, planted in the sidewalk. He was momentarily saddened by the scene, a tree that should have been growing strong in the forest forced to scratch out a life in a relatively lifeless city, even if it was one as foliage friendly as Star City. The emotion passed quickly however, he had a enemy to crush now, no time for sentimentality. He put both hands on the heavy trunk, and with no small amount of effort he pulled it from the ground, ready to use it to club Shrapnel into scrap metal the second he tried to get back off the ground.

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And all of that relies upon willing suspension of disbelief.

Besides, Shrapnel doesn't expend an energy that can be easily manipulated by folk like Patriot. He's living organic metal, and each one of his scales is a separate living entity that he controls consciously. The scales can be fired and recalled with something akin to a limited telekinesis.

Or at least that's how I understand, I'm sure someone here can explain it better.

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Yog Sothoth said
how can he explode if he doesn't have energy? that is very implausible and makes no sense. in order for him to blow himself up then he would need some form of energy

He's a comic book villain, it if it made sense we wouldn't be here.

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"You punks don't know what you're getting yourselves intoooo!" Screamed Shrapnel before he expanded explosively, directing his energy at Fenrir and his pack. The wolfman was confident in his ability to weather the storm of the malevolent, metal man's fury, but he wasn't so sure all his allies could. Perhaps he hadn't been present for all of the group's training exercises but he was part wolf, and in a wolf pack you had to look out for each other. He bounded quickly in Bast's direction, intending to take the brunt Shrapnel's attack for her. He did this without thinking. If he had spared a thought perhaps he wouldn't have been so quick to act, as Bast allowed her insolent cat to spit and hiss at Fenrir every time he passed, and this infuriated the wolfman. There would be a reckoning for that cat. Still, Bast was his pack and the defence of her was instinctive for him.

Several splinters of metal exploded into Fenrir's chest and belly, snatching a squeal of pain from the metahuman's lips. The blast was more powerful than he imagined it would have been, and more painful, even if his regenerative powers would heal the wounds in minutes. He was momentarily embarrassed at his weakness, but that embarrassment gave way to rage quickly. He was the alpha here, and he would not allow a glorified tin can to cow him in front of his pack. He dropped to all fours and with inhuman speedloped towards Shrapnel.

The metal man towered over Fenrir now but that was hardly going to slow the feral hero now that he was within a striking distance. Shrapnel had finally noticed him coming , but it was too late to do anything about it. Fenrir lunged at the villain, powerful back legs rocketing him towards Shrapnel's head. The metallic madman tried to get his arm up and get another blast off into the wolfs midsection but at this point Fenrir's forward momentum was too great to stop, so all Shrapnel managed to do was get his arm tangled up between the two as they both fell to the ground in a heap of flailing arms and legs.