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Titans Together!

Hot Socks!

Name: Sven Ognerson Age: 18 Personality: Sven is a calm man. He prefers to play his saxophone(s) instead of argue with others. When he gets extremely angry at people, he'll aggressively play saxophone with humble pelvic thrusts. He's somewhat of a pacifist. He does not enjoy fighting others, so he'll try to coerce them into less violent options. The only time he gets violent is when someone damages one of his saxophones. Then there will be hell to pay. Sven is also quite clumsy. People don't let him near things. He has an uncanny power to accidentally break stuff. Powers: Measurable Strength Sven can lift much more than someone of his normal size. He can lift the back of a small car, if he really tried. Brass Armour Not quite a power, but Sven has brass covering all of his vitals. His right arm is completely covered in Brass. It's stylized with a little saxophone behind his shoulder. His right fist has an air piston. Upon punching, it expands, dealing considerable damage, and destroying brittle objects such as support pillars. Dulcet Tones Listening to Sven's sax calms the nerves, making pain feel slightly less bad. Magic(?) Hat For some odd reason, whenever Sven puts on his hat, his face becomes covered in shadows. Weakness: Really slow. Like. You could walk backwards faster than he can run forwards. He can't turn that well, either. He's not that well adjusted to combat, so you could outfight him. Or you could just strike up a conversation. Appearance: Sven is a big man. He stands at 6'3", and weighs around 190 pounds. When in civilian clothes, he generally wears a white tuxedo, and carries around a tenor Saxophone with him. He carries a Sopranino with him that is in a case on his back. He has light blonde hair, which is long and groomed neatly.

Plain Clothes

Bio: Sven was a child prodigy. A rhythmical genius. Since he was a child, he was always drawn to saxophones. Something about them made him happy. He got his first saxophone when he was 7. He played that like a, well, saxophone lover played a saxophone. He had that thing until he was 14. He was walking home from school when he saw a robbery in place. He was rather shocked by what was happening. It wasn't a large one. Just some guy holding up a small store with a knife. He stood still, watching, not knowing what to do. The robber ran out, and towards Sven. Sven instinctively clubbed the robber with his saxophone. It took a few moments for him to realize what was happening. He screamed out "MY SAXOPHONE!", and fell to his knees, almost crying. His first saxophone, a soprano, was damaged beyond repair. He cried and cried over his best friend leaving him (even though it was his own fault). His parents surprised him with another Saxophone. Two, in fact. A tenor, and a sopranino. He vowed he would never damage these two saxophones. When he was 16, he reminisced that time when he fought the robber. He felt fulfilled when he "fought" the man. He was a hero for a few days, before he drifted off to obscurity. He wanted to relive that time (minus the entire saxo-broken thing), so he started to train himself. Strength, endurance and stamina training everyday. He spent his money on forming brass and thick cloth into armour, a big ol' hat and a cool coat. He started his career as Hot Socks!, the one superhero that nobody really remembered, and is only mediocre at their job of stopping small-time criminals. Arc Ideas: "Woops" Sven accidentally befriends a super-dangerous villain. "Woops V2" Sven accidentally befriends a giant rat. "Woops V3" Sven accidentally breaks a cursed artifact, reincarnating a great evil. Other: Titans Forever. Also, give me time to find a good picture for his appearance.

The New Templars

Eirwen decided to talk the last this time, so she doesn't let me post before the others do. At least, some of them.

@Tetisheri

Julis needs Eirwen to respond to the note first. He's just sitting on Cesare's shoulder.

Space Fantasy Frontier

@Silver: Your bio's okay except for some of the abilities where no one can really defend against things such as the nerve weakening and bone collapsing. If you can edit those into something like "an area where staying there too long results in that" as opposed to directly being able to do that, it'd be more acceptable since then people could react to it.

@Grey Star

Got it. Fixed it.

Space Fantasy Frontier

We seem to be in a universe where ALL alien races are humanoid. But i'm not complaining. I will thus add to the last.

@deadpixel101

I mean, the GM could just go with the Mass Effect reasoning of something bio-engineered all sentient species to be bipedal. Or we could just chalk it up to humanoid being the most energy efficient.

Space Fantasy Frontier

__________________________________ Name: Makon Age: 57 Gender: Genderless Species: Tua-Tua Appearance: Makon stands at a rather large 8'2", and weighs 170 pounds. According to him, he is a giant among his people. He never wears clothes, as he has no need for them, and only sometimes wears armour. Personality: Makon is blunt. He speaks without euphemisms and metaphors, and says whatever is on his mind. He is pacifistic, and would rather heal than harm. He can process information faster than most others, but that information isn't permanently remembered. Constantly, he has to relearn this information. Makon's general drive is wanting to hear stories from other people. In turn, he would gladly tell you about the stories of his people, or others he had met. Skills, Talents, and Powers: Vision of the Tua Makon sees all motion when he activates this. He moves slower, and can not see still objects. Mind's Eye Makon connects his vision with a single living thing, seeing every moving thing, such as blood cells, a heart beating and even single cells if the target is small enough. While using this, Makon can not move. It also doesn't work if the thing he is looking at is too big (around 3m x 3m x 3m, or 9ft x 9ft x 9ft). It takes Makon around one minute to use Mind's Eye, and he has to be within one metre of the target. Painkiller Needs Mind's Eye to work. Makon temporarily blocks nerves, making the target unable to move, or feel pain. Heal Needs Mind's Eye to work. Makon regrows flesh on the target, causing their wounds to close. Burn Needs Mind's Eye to work. Makon deconstructs a small area, turning everything in that area to a much more friendly compound. Wither Makon will wither away the muscle of someone, making that area (arm, leg, or torso, generally) feel slower, weaker, and more sluggish. This only works if the Makon is in arms reach of the target, and even then, he has to grab onto the person first. Thud Makon will cause a bone to collapse in on itself. Works on smaller targets that have weak bones. Strong bones of a warrior, not so much. This only works if the Makon is in arms reach of the target, and even then, he has to grab onto the person first. Makon's abilities aren't limited to those, but he is not willing to risk the chance of them accidentally backfiring. Makon is also very slow. His long reach is useless against fast targets simply because he can't move fast enough. Equipment: Makon carries only his medical journals with him. They help him remember which species have what organs. Brief Backstory: Makon was born a Clear-Arms. His life was carved out before he was even born. He was to be a doctor, curing woes of his people. Makon didn't mind, however. After all, it was a god-king that decreed this. He just traveled Tuahom, and healed those who were injured. He enjoyed this life. He met many people, each with a story to tell. He became a traveling fountain of knowledge, giving advice to those hwo needed it. He was chosen as one of the 8 clear-arms who would find new civilization. Such a rash idea by the newest god-king, but his word was law. None fought his decision. They all boarded small one man ships, and began to drift away from the planet. It was strange. It was like a state of wanderlust began. He wanted to hear stories of new people. He wondered if the unknown creators of the drifting space-ship would look like them, or something completely different. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into years. Nothing. Nothing until the 10th year. Makon's ship was stopped by something. Makon was confused. It was dragged by something. Makon was panicking. He was dragged out by a bunch of men that had metallic flesh. He was scared. They spoke something Makon didn't understand. They put him in a small chair. He was terrified. They said some gibberish, and put him in a room. From there, they began to teach Makon words of what he felt. They gave him a squishy sphere, and told him "Ball". They gave him a hard box and told him "Square." After 5 years of that, Makon had a general working knowledge of English. They wanted Makon to tell them about what he was, so he answered all of their questions. After 1 year, they got everything that Makon knew. They decided to put him Archimedes as the ship's general doctor. He was happy with this, as he could learn of the stories that others had. ______________ Species Name: Tua-Tua, short for Tualokzingmakwa-Tuagathopmakin Home Planet: Tuahom, short for Tuahomlakthokmaopzarl Located in the Ghost's Cradle Appearance: The Tua-Tua are bipedal humanoids with no true sense of sight. Even though they have no eyes, all Tua-Tua have the ability to see with magic. When this happens, their eyes emit a pale light, and they can see moving objects. Still objects can still be seen, but it takes some time to find a still object. Their flesh is black and white. It has many layers of that flesh. The flesh is almost always a black head with a white face, black torso and legs, and white arms. Those with clear arms have the gift to use their magic, so to speak. The only exception to the rule of the Tua-Tua's appearance is the birth of a god-king. God-kings have silver instead of white, and gold instead of black. Brief History: Long ago, the Tua-Tua were much different. They had the gift of sight, and were a bustling civilization. The Tua-Tua changed once they explored perhaps too much of their planet. In a near hidden part of the planet, they had found a strange artifact. When one of the intrepid explorers went to touch it, it spewed pitch black dust. It covered the planet, and all of it's inhabitants. It covered the sky, and blocked the sun. The end of the original Tua-Tua had begun and finished in a single day. The black dust molded the original Tua-Tua. It removed their sight. It gave them a body that could survive in that inhospitable place for the time being. Oddly enough, the sky-dust hadn't removed the heat. Just the sun. The Tua-Tua didn't know anything. They were starving. They were desperate. Then came the god-king. The god-king knew what to do. He knew how to solve their woes. He taught the Tua-Tua how to hunt the black creatures, how to cook the black out of their flesh, and instilled them with the idea of space. Hundreds of years later, the Tua-Tua started their first expedition to other planets. It didn't work. They were the only planet inside of the empty space. They returned to their home, and never set foot in space for another hundred years. They went to space again. They had found nothing except for another ship. An empty ship with nothing inside. The Tua-Tua were convinced that life was farther away, so they had a new plan. The Tua-Tua would send 8 emissaries in different directions, and pray that one found civilization. Notable General Information:

• The Tua-Tua are completely blind, save for their innate magic ability to see moving objects.
• Makon is the only surviving Tua-Tua outside of the Ghost's Cradle. The other 7 that were shipped out were found drifting with nobody inside.
• The Ghost's Cradle is a mystery. Nobody knows what exists in there as people around it usually suffer from space insanity.
• All of the information about the Tua-Tua comes from Makon, or people studying Makon's body.
• According to Makon, Clear-Arms mainly know healing magic.
• According to Makon, the Tua-Tua have a ritual of birth, sacrificing a dead body to create two new lives. This ritual is sacred, and if interrupted, is punishable by eternal torture (until you die, that is, so, not really eternal).

The New Templars

*Curls up in Tet's lap* .... Good choice of song. *Naps because he's a big bloody puppy, all arguments are invalid* Anyhow ima get started on a post. XD

@Vilhelm

Your taste is not righteous enough.

The New Templars

The bloody hell is Scrub?

@Vilhelm

A semiabrasive cosmetic lotion applied to the face or body in order to cleanse the skin. If you mean where, I can yell at him if you want.

The New Templars

Clarification needed. What are exactly the numbers on the paper Julis gave to Eirwen?

@Tetisheri

Uh. Numbers in between 0-99 with big ones in the middle, top, right, then left, and the smallest on the bottom.

@SilverDawn

Ehm, yes, but what are they? Or is she not supposed to know?

@Tetisheri

Only Julis really understands it. And sometimes Cesare. But he just guesses.

The New Templars

Clarification needed. What are exactly the numbers on the paper Julis gave to Eirwen?

@Tetisheri

Uh. Numbers in between 0-99 with big ones in the middle, top, right, then left, and the smallest on the bottom.

The New Templars

Julis turned to Eirwen. "No... Not work..." Julis said, his voice quiet. He took out a small and unremarkable ballpoint pen, and a thin piece of paper, browned from time. He began to scrawl on it. His pen was moving fast. It was almost a scribble, but numbers appeared. Many numbers, in fact. Julis kept on writing. The numbers scrawled on the papers seemed to be in a shape. What shape was it? It wasn't very orthodox. It wasn't a shape. It was many shapes coming together. It appeared to be an object, but what object? More numbers were drawn, and the shape took form. It was the space station they were on. The left side had pretty high numbers, but not as high as the middle, top, or right side. Julis passed the paper to Eirwen to disprove he idea.