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Aye its been a while.
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Name: Jackal Westari
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Appearance:
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Muscle
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted sheild that can attatch to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
AKA: Wyrm
Age: 137
Race: Gorgas
Appearance:
Though massive to others, Jackal is a runt of his litter, standing only at 9'5" he is well under the 12 foot average of his kin.
Jackal weighs 850 pounds. His scales are a cobalt blue with a white belly, and eyes are a shining yellow. He has three horns, a small horn on the snout and two horns facing from the back of his skull.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Muscle
Bio: Jackal, being a runt, had a hard time competing with his kin of his tribe. For his century-long childhood he had dealt with bullies, monsters, and the occasional tribal warfare. He survived it all, though, despite the odds. Not finding any peace home, he took the opportunity to leave his planet when he stumbled upon a group of bounty hunters that had been stranded on the planet. Offering assistance in exchange for a ticket to the outside world, Jackal left his home world at the age of 115, and in trying to adapt to the unfamiliar alien worlds and distant stars he tried to make a name for himself as a mercenary. Mostly doing fairly easy jobs though (Who in the right mind would hire him for some dangerous mission if he couldn't hold a gun?), things hadn't gone as planned. Trying to fit in with the numerous amounts of unfamiliar creatures and their customs was another trial he has yet to fully overcome. He Joined the Mauraders in hopes of turning his lackluster career into something more, looking forward to the experience it will give him even if this isn't a permanent stay.
Personality: Previously a warrior of his tribe, Jackal holds a title of honor and pride when it comes to certain things. He has a difficulty speaking, and thus stays quiet most of the time as he is embarrassed of his dialect. Speaking only when necessary, he has a difficulty catching onto jokes, sarcasm, and other quips. He also has a tendency to eat the flesh of other creatures or races, as it is a part of his culture (especially for a defeated foe) to honor the dead by eating the body. Of course, like others of his kin he has a sort of cravings for such sustenance, and has a sort of hobby to be able to have consumed the flesh from one of every sentient race he comes across. While a bit of an oddball, his morality is still held (albeit with strange customs) on an overall good conscience. He values the ideas of kinship and brethren closely, those he has the pleasure to work with are always considered brothers.
Weapon(s) : A handcrafted iron sword, with a leather grip. An iron encrusted sheild that can attatch to the wrist.
Star-fighter?: N/A
Family/Relationship?: N/A
Dragon Grounds
Ground Zero, 11:00 A.M. Sept 4th.
Ground Zero, 11:00 A.M. Sept 4th.
sigh
The breath of annoyance that Chris exhaled was due to the whole ordeal of being allowed to train. Not only did he have to request the restraints of his ankle bracelet, but now he had be monitored by the guards as well. Despite the annoyances, Chris had to train. If he could get stronger it would be easier to prevent the things that happened the other day, the death of so many comrades, even if he didn't like them.
This time, Chris got innovated with hiding his shame. He took with him a towel to drape over him after he discarded his clothes neatly and ready to take back when he was done his two hours. Additionally, he brought a pair of duct tape to strap over his mouth to suppress his inevitable screaming.
Chris got onto the ground with a face of agony as his body slowly twisted and contorted to inhuman proportions, just as it did on the battlefield yesterday. Like before, five minutes were in place before Chris rose in full armor of scales and maw. With monstrous instincts kicking in Chris would dart off into the streets of Ground Zero, passing by its illusionary people with speeds of a full-sprint Cheetah. The monster would practice its reflexes and raw destructive power, leaping on and off of walls and tearing through smaller urban obstacles like fences without loosing momentum. More over, real or not, Chris was to make sure he wasn't to let go of his senses over his drive to attack the humans here. Even if they were fake and were to be killed by other students, this was more to further control whatever it was that was driving him mad with bloodlust, to get used to this urge to gut a man's throat. After several minutes of Chris rampaging through the streets, he would smash through a wall and into a diner.
Screams of a dozen of people, waiters and customers of the restaurant reacted in horror at the beast's appearance. It was as if this action triggered a feeding response, like when a lizard sees a moving insect, or a lion a helpless creature that strayed from its pack. While he had little trouble keeping his wits about before, now it was as if his progress leaped backwards. In a moment's notice Chris would pounce onto a man who was still frozen in terror, Letting out a roar before goring his neck open with a claw. His glowing red orbs spotted his prey fleeing to the door, and in response, Chris lifted his head to release a jet of flames. Horrible screams and cries of agony echoed from the diner as bodies writhed on the ground or tried to limp away from the disaster. The half-a-dozen burning victims pleaded for help reaching for anything that could put them out as they were soon charred to a crisp, flesh peeling off or shriveled so black it meshed with bone and dust. All the while, Chris was unmoved, his maw biting away at the flesh and tissue of the man he had tackled earlier.
As the beast consumed flesh, Chris restored his awareness. Shocked by the gruesome aftermath, The beast would immediately retreated from the body. He would smash his head into the wall with protest, which of course did nothing but create a massive hole. He couldn't allow this to happen. He had to stay in control.
Chris fled, exiting the diner before leaping on top of it, then leaping to the wall of a nearby apartment building, and began to scale the wall to the top. He continued to leap from roof to roof, his eyes looking this way and that before deciding to leap from a building and onto the street. He would then let loose a breathe of flames, spraying it through a single apartment's wall and watching it burn. Waited for the next breathe weapon to build up, Chris would stomp around, Tearing through walls and other city structures with maw, claw, and headbutting, testing the limits of his physical destructive proweness. After causing a small apartment to collapse over him and getting out without injury, he'd breathe flames onto the collapsed debris to destroy it further, then moved to the next. Through this loop of fire breathing and crushing or smashing objects, he would do his best to ignore the fleeing bystanders. Not so much avoiding hurting them as he was trying to avoid even acknowledging them, trying to see them as nothing more then ants and not worth his time. Getting into a state of mind similar to the battlefield, where he kept control by focusing on other things like raw destruction kept his primeval instincts under his control to some degree.
When the two hours were up, Chris stood naked in the wake of his own destruction. In his human form, now free of the demons that dwell within his alter ego, Chris just stared at the remains of urban structure and the occasional corpse that got unfortunately caught up in the dragon's wake. His expression was mixed. Was he even stronger then before, was all of this pointless? Before he made his way to retrieve his clothes and exit Ground Zero with the permission of the guards, a single, terrible thought stuck on Chris's mind. The Dreadful possibility of that feeding response being triggered on a comrade.
This time, Chris got innovated with hiding his shame. He took with him a towel to drape over him after he discarded his clothes neatly and ready to take back when he was done his two hours. Additionally, he brought a pair of duct tape to strap over his mouth to suppress his inevitable screaming.
Chris got onto the ground with a face of agony as his body slowly twisted and contorted to inhuman proportions, just as it did on the battlefield yesterday. Like before, five minutes were in place before Chris rose in full armor of scales and maw. With monstrous instincts kicking in Chris would dart off into the streets of Ground Zero, passing by its illusionary people with speeds of a full-sprint Cheetah. The monster would practice its reflexes and raw destructive power, leaping on and off of walls and tearing through smaller urban obstacles like fences without loosing momentum. More over, real or not, Chris was to make sure he wasn't to let go of his senses over his drive to attack the humans here. Even if they were fake and were to be killed by other students, this was more to further control whatever it was that was driving him mad with bloodlust, to get used to this urge to gut a man's throat. After several minutes of Chris rampaging through the streets, he would smash through a wall and into a diner.
Screams of a dozen of people, waiters and customers of the restaurant reacted in horror at the beast's appearance. It was as if this action triggered a feeding response, like when a lizard sees a moving insect, or a lion a helpless creature that strayed from its pack. While he had little trouble keeping his wits about before, now it was as if his progress leaped backwards. In a moment's notice Chris would pounce onto a man who was still frozen in terror, Letting out a roar before goring his neck open with a claw. His glowing red orbs spotted his prey fleeing to the door, and in response, Chris lifted his head to release a jet of flames. Horrible screams and cries of agony echoed from the diner as bodies writhed on the ground or tried to limp away from the disaster. The half-a-dozen burning victims pleaded for help reaching for anything that could put them out as they were soon charred to a crisp, flesh peeling off or shriveled so black it meshed with bone and dust. All the while, Chris was unmoved, his maw biting away at the flesh and tissue of the man he had tackled earlier.
As the beast consumed flesh, Chris restored his awareness. Shocked by the gruesome aftermath, The beast would immediately retreated from the body. He would smash his head into the wall with protest, which of course did nothing but create a massive hole. He couldn't allow this to happen. He had to stay in control.
Chris fled, exiting the diner before leaping on top of it, then leaping to the wall of a nearby apartment building, and began to scale the wall to the top. He continued to leap from roof to roof, his eyes looking this way and that before deciding to leap from a building and onto the street. He would then let loose a breathe of flames, spraying it through a single apartment's wall and watching it burn. Waited for the next breathe weapon to build up, Chris would stomp around, Tearing through walls and other city structures with maw, claw, and headbutting, testing the limits of his physical destructive proweness. After causing a small apartment to collapse over him and getting out without injury, he'd breathe flames onto the collapsed debris to destroy it further, then moved to the next. Through this loop of fire breathing and crushing or smashing objects, he would do his best to ignore the fleeing bystanders. Not so much avoiding hurting them as he was trying to avoid even acknowledging them, trying to see them as nothing more then ants and not worth his time. Getting into a state of mind similar to the battlefield, where he kept control by focusing on other things like raw destruction kept his primeval instincts under his control to some degree.
When the two hours were up, Chris stood naked in the wake of his own destruction. In his human form, now free of the demons that dwell within his alter ego, Chris just stared at the remains of urban structure and the occasional corpse that got unfortunately caught up in the dragon's wake. His expression was mixed. Was he even stronger then before, was all of this pointless? Before he made his way to retrieve his clothes and exit Ground Zero with the permission of the guards, a single, terrible thought stuck on Chris's mind. The Dreadful possibility of that feeding response being triggered on a comrade.
The one who broods menacingly
~~Rise and Shine, Edgelord~~
An alarm buzzed through Drake's dorm as he got up in a slow and exhausted manner. Today was orientation day, a day likely filled with annoying interactions no doubt. Sighing at the thought, Drake got dressed into his school uniform after finishing the rest of his mourning routine, got his deck and gear ready, and set off. At the Utopian house, an uninteresting opening with their housemaster led into him grabbing a small substantial breakfast, before making his way into orientation
~~Oh no, weak opponents!~~
Drake's cold expression made it clear he wasn't fond of this type of battle. Though life points were doubled, players were expected to go through a gauntlet of battles with no recovery of life. Instead of wasting time and energy finding others to battle, Drake stayed in the corner with his arms crossed, waiting for the opponents to drop and instead having his challengers come to him. By his calculation, this meant that his odds of being the last one standing were high as it seemed most if not all of the other students engaged each other immediately. While they would waste valuable life points, he would reserve his for the survivors and pick them off easily.
@KOgaming
I plan for some of his rewards to be more fusion monsters, as well as other Dragon Tyrant cards. (I'm essentially doing what Konami did for blue eyes/red-eyes last year by making it an archetype. Only its going to be a fusion centered deck with mythic radiance-esq equip spells and a tribute summon focused mechanic.)
I was going to add the hermos and critias cards to this deck but because they were originally anime cards I refrained from doing so.
I plan for some of his rewards to be more fusion monsters, as well as other Dragon Tyrant cards. (I'm essentially doing what Konami did for blue eyes/red-eyes last year by making it an archetype. Only its going to be a fusion centered deck with mythic radiance-esq equip spells and a tribute summon focused mechanic.)
I was going to add the hermos and critias cards to this deck but because they were originally anime cards I refrained from doing so.
@KOgaming
I'll use these effects and replace them with the card art I have up, when I have the time I'll remake the cards with the appropriate text for fun.
I'll use these effects and replace them with the card art I have up, when I have the time I'll remake the cards with the appropriate text for fun.
@KOgaming
Fixed wordings
(will update the actual cards a bit later since I have to reupload them, and if any more changes are needed then uploading them now would be a bit of a waste.)
Fixed wordings
(will update the actual cards a bit later since I have to reupload them, and if any more changes are needed then uploading them now would be a bit of a waste.)
@mattmanganon
You didn't change much at all of your character sheet did you? I thought you said you were going to play Nordics?
@dragonmancer
Dragons aren't an archetype.
The wording on your cards in general is a bit off-standard, so I'd like you to look at some of the actual cards in the game to make it more streamlined.
If Tyrant Dragon Overlord is treated as Tyrant Dragon always, it means they count as the same card. Meaning if you have 3 overlords, you can't have Tyrant Dragon (because you already have the maximum 3, technically)- same as the NEX fusion monsters.
A Solar Legacy isn't necessarily a strong monster rather than it is your ace monster. It's a card that evolves rather than being something that is already incredibly strong. I think in this case, Overlord should be your character's Solar Legacy instead of Supreme. Also, Supreme TD either has too low level or too high attack. I think its attack, effects, and summoning condition should let it be at least level 12 like BEUD.
EDIT: Is everyone wrapped up? If so, I'll move the story along.
I'll fix the wording in a little bit I'm just going to leave notes under the cards to clear some mistypes and whatnot. For now I will take the advice and switch the Solar legacy to overlord instead of Supreme.
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