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Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Is he still alive?

From Ashes We Rise: The Galaxy At Large

Pentious

Efforts to purge the orkish infection of Pentious were going at a relatively smooth and timely pace. Or at least as smooth and timely as any effort to expunge the greenskins from a world in which they had managed to dig their fungi roots into could statistically go. The orks were naturally trying to fight back, but with the forges and their resources torn from their vile grip, the remaining brutes had suffered something of a degradation in regards to weapons and technology... which to orks, were largely the same thing.

This wasn't an overnight development and a fighting force less experienced with fighting orks could have easily missed the signs. First the more alien and exotic weapons that the orks could field started to disappear as they were being lost as their wielders were killed and destroyed, but not replaced. They were a rarity to begin with of course, but the lack of solders and wreckage torn apart from the inside out by an insane, teleported squig was largely considered an overall boon to morale.

Then the more advanced pieces of the orkish arsenal started to vanish from the field of battle. Battle Wagons had become a rarity after the death of Warboss Kracker'Lacker and the reclamation of the forges saw the only Orkish tribes who could build and maintain them disappear off the planet, their mechanical abominations torn apart and melted down to be purified of the xenos taint. The 'Killa Kan' also started to disappear from the field, alongside the variety of tanks that were both looted by the greenskins at some point or built by the brutes from scratch; Considering just how destroyed something needed to be before the orks couldn't rebuild it in some fashion as a war machine, even the raising paragon of Rik couldn't figure out what some of the captured ork armor had originally been.

Orkish 'Shootas' (because calling them either a gun or a firearm hurt the soul) remained a common sight on the battlefield, but due to the policy of assassinating high target orks such as the Mek Boys, an increasing number of greenskins were resorting to more primitive weapons to arm themselves. Most were melee in nature, through slings were not a strange sight... and after a number of injuries and deaths caused by the discover of just how effective and dangerous orks were when it came to lobbing rocks at something, became a factor calculated into battle plans.

The plans themselves were crafted and put into practice on the field with machine like efficiency and brutality. At this stage, emotion had to be tempered least the tunnel vision of hatred and rage allowed something to escape in the moment. But it was on the scale of the operation were the flames of righteous fury would be allowed to fuel the furnace. Every Ork. Every Gretchen. Every single misbegotten wretched creature that was apart of the orkoid fungi family tree in some fashion was hunted down, put to death and had their bodies destroyed with radiation and flame.

Once the physical creatures were gone, radiation and flame was turned on the planet of Pentious itself. Sector by sector, the planet was scourged of every last trace of the ork fungi or their wretched spores until a burned and slightly irradiated Pentious was purified of the xenos taint. It would be many years before terraforming attempts could be restarted as they had been before the orks arrived, but the delay was considered acceptable in the face of being free of future greenskin outbreaks.

When the final sector of Pentious was undergoing purification, every man, woman and child on the planet was allowed to listen in on the vox-call as completion of the operation was confirmed.

There was a silence that covered the whole planet afterwards. As if everyone believed, for just a moment, that they were sharing a collective dream. That the slightest noise or sudden movement would cause them all to wake up to the reality of yet another day fighting the long war... or worse, awaken to the nightmare that Warboss Kracker'Lacker was still alive and about to lead the final siege of Forge Alpha and that all they had seen and witnessed was just their mind torturing them with a beautiful but impossible what if.

When the dream didn't end and the reality dawned on them... the roar of jubilation echoed all the louder due to the silence that came before it.

Pentious was free of Orkish kind. Pentious was purely a human world, their world once more.

Their home was free. Their home was at peace. They were at peace.

That would change as all things did. But for this moment in their embattled lives, the people of Pentious didn't care what loomed in the future, for the present had given them a gift many never dared to consider possible for decades.

They had a future.

Palingenesia: A Modern Greek Gods Saga

If it's open, I would love to join.

I will admit, of the various major gods, I feel like Ares and Hephaestus might be the two who remained the most... awake? Aware? Industry and War were always rather closely tied to humanity after all.

I'm still debating characters but... Prometheus would be interesting.

KonQuest: a Mortal Kombat-inspired Martial Arts Fantasy RP

Konrad Nachtnebel

Kharacter Name:

Konrad Nachtnebel

Race/Species:
Formally Human, Currently undead.

Realm:
Originally from Earth Realm, but has spent a great deal of time in the Netherrealm.

Alignment:
Was Evil, is currently Good.

Faction:
Independent

Physical Description:
In his original mortal life, Konrad Nachtnebel was a 192 centimeter tall German special forces solder, with white skin, blond hair and blue eyes. Promoted as a living paragon of his nation and government, Konrad would spend over six years of his life fighting in some of the most brutal, bloody and merciless combat Earthrealm has ever seen against a wide variety of human enemies.

His resurrection into undeath and his countless years within the Netherrealm have changed Konrad in many ways, one of which was physical. His skin is now an unnatural, pallid gray, with cracks running throughout it that glow with the damned fire that has been seared into his soul. What was once rich blond hair has become a lifeless bone white and the blue eyes that were once admired now glow a sickly yellow. It is impossible for anyone who sees him to mistake him for a living person, for his unnatural state cannot be hidden.

Fighting Style(s):

S84/98 III Bayonet: The melee weapon of choice during Konrad's military career, he had such a connection to his Bayonet that it has followed him into death, readily summoned to his hand as easily as a taking a breath is for the living.

Mixed Boxing: As part of his physical training for the special forces, sports were generally apart of the program to both improve the physical condition of trainees, but also to promote comradery among the solders. Boxing was one such sport and Konrad was good at it. While the realities of war meant that pure boxing wasn't really an option on the battlefield, it served as a strong foundation, even more so when combined with tenants of Jujitsu.

Mixed Wrestling: Like boxing, wrestling was one of the sports that was encouraged for training purposes. Being on the taller side and having a lot of physical power, Konrad was unsurprisingly good at it. Like with boxing, the realities of the battlefield meant that pure wrestling didn't have a place, but it did serve as a good foundation for the combat form that developed.

Elemental Power:
The fires of the Netherrealm are apart of Konrad's being, merged with his very soul. While a source of pain and discomfort, it can also be used by him to achieve his goals.

Origins:

In life, Konrad Nachtnebel was born and raised in Germany during and after the First World War. He would grow up in a poor nation that was crippled by the loss of said war and the brutal sanctions and punishments that were forced upon it. Believing the narrative that German hadn't so much as lost the war as been sold out and betrayed from within, Konrad would prove to be an ideal candidate for the Waffen-SS and would serve in it from the start of the Second World War almost right to the end in 1945.

During those years, Konrad would fight on a number of different fronts against people of many different nationalities. He would also commit numerous war crimes against those people, believing zealously in the righteousness of the Nazi cause and the sub or inhumanity of those he was torturing and killing.

Konrad did not go quietly into death. Tasked with protecting one of the desperate attempts at Occultism by the leadership of the Third Reich at the final days of the war, Konrad's body would be found surrounded by the corpses of two special forces squads, appearing to have died due to having been struck by lightning during a freak storm that appeared over the site.

In death, Konrad's soul was sent to the Netherrealm. His damnation to that realm and the many, many years he would spend there served to inform him of just how mistaken he had been about the righteousness of the cause he had dedicated his life too. However, before the Fallen Elder God had taken over the Netherrealm, it had served other purposes beyond that of a prison for the evil and damned. Infinite in size, by chance Konrad found himself under the administrations of one of the realms original jailers... an entity that believed in the reformation of the soul once the evil had been painfully and brutally cleansed from it.

Instead of being used as a plaything or turned into a weapon, Konrad was instead subjected to the torturous pain of purification of his sins.

In truth, Konrad was just as surprised as anyone when he found himself brought back to life in Earthrealm... through the manner of that new 'life' was not what one would have naturally wanted. A human student of Shang Tsung, in a plot to create undead warriors from Earthrealm in order to bypass the rules of Mortal Kombat via having 'local agents' weaken and kill the realms defenders, would pull several such souls from the Netherrealm and grant them undead bodies.

However, in a cosmic twist of fate so strange that one cannot help but believe an Elder God had a hand to play in it, all the warriors that the sorcerer pulled from the Netherrealm had been under the care of the reformulation demons for some time. Long enough to acknowledge their wrongdoings and actively desire to be reformed. The sorcerer in question was also nowhere near as talented at magic as he believed himself to be and was very swiftly dispatched to the very realm he had been pulling souls from in the more traditional manner of going there.

Back on Earth but clearly changed by both the Netherrealm and the manner in which he was brought back, Konrad decided that he was going to dedicate whatever time he had on this plane of existence to trying to do good and prove, if only to himself, that his soul could be reformed and saved.

Values:
Redemption:
If there is one value that has been instilled in Konrad, it is the fact that no matter the sin, redemption is possible. It is not easy and the process is often painful... but if the desire to atone is earnest, it can be done.

Kindness:
Kindness is an... interesting value in Konrad's eyes. While many would view him as brutal and cruel in his fighting style and the state he might leave people, from his point of view he is doing them the greatest kindness of all: He is giving them the chance to rethink their lives and the path they are taking. He knows from personal experience the lengths required to make someone living an evil, twisted life question the beliefs that allow them to exist in such a state... and he earnestly wishes to spare them the Netherrealm, for most souls that go there aren't as lucky in who claims them as he himself was.

Valor:
Not everything from his living days were stripped away from him during his purification. While some misconceptions on what it meant to be valorous were corrected, the virtue of bravery and the desire to act to save others has remained largely intact.

Desires:

Atonement:
While Konrad knows that no amount of good deeds will prevent his return to the Netherrealm when his undead state is brought to an end, he does legitimately desire to show that his time there had inspired him to be a better person... even if the only person who cares is himself.

Justice:
It has to be stressed that Konrad believes in the power of redemption. That a person, no matter what they have done, should be given the opportunity to rethink their lives in order to change and become a better person. However, if they absolutely refuse to reconsider their dark path despite his efforts to enlighten them of what is to come, he has absolutely no issue with sending them to the Netherrealm as swiftly as possible.

NPCs:
Justin Arthur:
A former Australian solder who died during the Second World War, Justin's actions against the Japanese during the war resulted in him going to the Netherrealm where, much like Konrad, he found himself 'fortunate' enough to come under the tender mercies of a demon that wished to show him the error of his ways. He was also pulled from the Netherrealm at the same time as Konrad and, after slaying the evil bastard that tried to enslave them to kill the living, the pair opted to travel together because... well, it wasn't like they had anyone who would offer them a couch to sleep on if they parted ways.

Jane Doe:
A third 'redeemed' soul from the Netherrealm, Jane was there far longer then either Justin or Konrad. While they know that she is originally from Earth, they have no idea who she was in life, what era she's from or even what her name is due to the fact that she is completely mute and honestly doesn't seem to be aware of where she is most of the time. However, what they know for certain is that whatever or whomever she was, she is deadly when it comes to a combat situation. During the brief battle against the sorcerer that raised them in undeath, Jane personally killed five of his assistants/cultists without a word with brutal efficiency with a combination of her bare hands and improvised weaponry. Combat seems to be the only time she seems lucid.

Going to be honest: Raiden killed Konrad back in 1945. It wasn't anything personal against Konrad himself so much as Raiden needed to directly intervene due to the occultist site in question being too great a danger not to. The best way I could word what was happening at that site is 'Imagine a tribal human smacking an unexploded but armed thermonuclear warhead with a piece of flint repeatedly because they found that it made great fire starting sparks'. The kind of thing that Shang Tsung and Quan Chi would trick someone else into doing because being in the same realm as it is a terrible idea.

RWBY x Monster Hunter: Remergence

Work in progress

Name: George Saintly
Huntsmen Callsign: Spearmint Sovereign
Species: Faunus (Dragon)
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Description:
George is a man with sun tanned white skin and vibrant fire red/blond hair. Standing at 6’5 feet tall, he is something of an imposing figure, rarely encountering those who are physically taller. Broad of shoulder, George physically looks the part of the ‘noble defender of mankind’ that huntsmen strive to be… with the exception of his eyes. George’s pupils are silted and green/golden, predatory reptilian in appearance and yet… more then just a mere lizard in origin.

George’s huntsmen attire is a modification on an old classic: Taking inspiration from medieval Fredia knight plate mail, the armour takes advantage of modern metalwork techniques and alloys to shield vital organs and limbs while reducing the weight of each individual plate respectively. It has also been modified with freedom of movement in mind (considering the enhanced abilities of huntsmen and aura, the reduction in defence of these joints is not a concern).

George carries a pair of weapon's with him: a trick lance called Slayer and a trick bladed glove called Claw.

Slayer is a lance in its base form… and in practice its primary function is to either be a deviating alpha strike or a heavy killing blow. Slayer’s ’transformation’ is that the lance part of the weapon can be disconnected, revealing the handle via which it is held to be a one handed war pick. Slayer’s disconnection process has two modes: the first is a simple twist of the wrist that disconnects the pair. The second outright launches the lance forward like a missile at speed.

Claw in its base form is an armoured gauntlet with retractable knife blades connected to the fingers, giving it a ‘claw’ like appearance and giving options for blunt, piercing and slashing damage. It also allows George to use the hand for tasks such as throwing dust grenades, which he keeps on his person in the field.

History:
(Leaving this blank for the time being due to wishing to know the world better)

Skills:

Semblance:

EDIT: I'm kind of interested in learning more about the world in general before I sit down and write a history.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

@Queen Arya

Should be.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Bob

Since Bob had voiced his concerns to Robin, the gentle giant focused on his cooking. Scrambled eggs didn’t take that long to cook after all… through the sheer bulk of what he was working with, it would still take a little while. Looking over his shoulder as he looked at his team leader and team mates, he tilted his head slightly as he asked “Somethin’ ma’ic afoot, Robin?”

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

Pandor

In a one bathroom one conjoined kitchen/general purpose room in one of the more run down parts of Jump City, Pandor reread the email one of his burner alias accounts had received while laying on a single bed with a cheap laptop. It wasn't his favorite place to hunker down for a while by any stretch of the imagination, but on occasion it was good to physically have someone staying in the place so it didn't have 'safe house' vibes about it. Miss Angela Gabby, original name Mr Andrew Grimes, was a hard core career driven woman who tended to be in and out of Jump City enough for her profession that it was generally better to have a small, shitty apartment rather then fight for a hotel room every time she was in the city for a while... through thinking about it, Pandor needed to double check what job he actually gave their alter ego.

But that had all simply been a distraction from the email he had received.

He hadn't responded yet because he was considering his options. By all rights, he digitally should appear to have opened the email somewhere in Germany... but whomever had sent the email had been talented enough (or at least had access to enough resources to find someone talented enough) to uncover one of his burners. He could simply not respond and disappear: It wouldn't be the first time, plus he had the benefit of being able to trickle feed sales of bitcoin to get the money he had originally taken from Lex Corp over a period of time to set himself up somewhere new as someone completely new.

However, as he shifted around and moved some red cloth out of his line of sight... a part of him was curious. A dangerous thing to be sure but... if things started to get hairy, slipping away and disappearing was second nature to him. Plus he was going to have to burn the laptop just for opening that email anyway.

Email From: $_$
Re: Subject: Burglar

Welcome to Corporate America, the holy ground on which tens of thousands of human life and untold suffering is offered on the alter to the divine Economy on a day to day basis. I can confess to a degree of curiosity to see what you have to offer. Not promising anything, but I'll hear you out. Where and when?

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

@Crimson Flame

I think it helps that Bob wasn't asking him to stop. Just that there was some sound proofing so he didn't have to hear it.

Teen Titans: Ouroboros

@Crimson Flame

Sounds like something Max was making a point of sneaking around about then. Slipping a boyfriend through the tower's security system.