Captain Uni

World of Light

Level 1 - 5/10 EXP
Difficulty Level 1
Location: Peach's Castle - Throne Room ---> Peach's Castle - Kitchen
Word Count: 773
Direct Mentions: @Lmpkio @Archmage MC @thedman @Lugubrious @ProPro

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Gene watched as Blazermate introduced herself and asked if he wanted some food. He felt his mouth watering again, looking longingly at the kitchen, but he shook his head. He needed some answers first. Then, he'd gorge himself on all the fruit his stomach could handle without bursting. So, with a heavy heart, Gene simply shook his head at the offer. "Nice to meet you too Miss Robot. Thanks for the offer, but I need to get some answers first. Food can wait." With that, the healer bot went on her way, and Gene turned back to Spyro.

He listened intently to Spyro as the dragon answered his questions and introduced himself as well. The dragon was just about to get into what had happened to everyone, when a wooden puppet interjected. Gene looked him over, curious, as he explained what had happened. "Galeem, eh? I've dealt with some big bad demons in my time, and this guy sounds just like someone like King Angra. Seeing as it's the only way back home, I'd be willing to help you guys out... So long as you don't threaten to chop my arm off. Last person I was working for did that on the daily." He shuddered slightly, remembering Olivia. He'd have to find out what happened to her.

Still, he put that aside for now and turned back to the purple dragon. "Didn't have time to answer ya, but you were asking why I'm called the God Hand right?" Seeing the dragon nod, Gene's cocky grin returned tenfold, and he patted his right arm with a chuckle. "This bad boy right here is the God Hand. And with it, I'm capable of unleashing some slick moves." He once again demonstrated his combat prowess by doing some air boxing, mixing up his standard combo with a few more of his standard moves. It had been a while since he performed any of these techniques, but once it came down to it he was still a natural.

"Best part about it? I can learn even more slick moves! All I need to do is find a scroll depicting the move and I learn it, just like that. Before I found myself here, I even had over a hundred techniques memorized!" He paused, then continued dejectedly, "But now I only have a few in my arsenal... Kinda sucks, but I can live with it for now. Just hope the next bad guy we fight will drop a few moves for me."

At that moment, the lovely fumes from the kitchen wafted into the throne room, and Gene felt his mouth watering again despite himself. Man, he needed some grub. "Uh, hope you two don't mind me cutting this short, but I'm so hungry I could eat a poison chihuahua. If you wanna keep talking, you can follow me, I'm going to the kitchen." With that, the fighter went on his way to the kitchen.

Once he reached the kitchen, the fighter looked around, seeing the middle aged guy in the suit alongside the younger guy he was with from earlier. Alongside those two, he spotted the little onion thing, Tora if he remembered, alongside a small woman in an apron and a little pink ball looking thing that was laying on the countertop eating food. Finally, he noticed the robot, Blazermate, fixing something up with a... Cat person? At least that's what it looked like. They were fixing up something that Gene would never be able to wrap his head around, so he decided to simply move on and go get some grub.

He approached the counter, taking a look at all the delicacies on display. Oh jeez, his mouth was watering again... Still, he held himself back, picking up an orange from a fruit bowl. Peeling the orange carefully, he looked around, and decided it'd be best to at least say something to all the people in the kitchen. So he cleared his throat and began to speak, "Uh, hey everybody. I'm Gene. Y'know, the guy who kinda ran into the throne room and kicked the lizard guy in the face... Er, anyway, I was kinda sorta under the influence of that Galeem guy, but I'm on your guys' side now! So it's nice to meet you all, and I'm looking forward to kicking a bunch of ass with all of you!"

Maybe that could've gone better. Ah well. He finished peeling the orange, and took a greedy bite out of the fruit, letting out a soft moan of pleasure. No matter how many times he ate an orange, it always felt like the first time.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

The barbarian was cleaning his blade with a woolen rag to pass the time when the sorcerer began to speak. Todd looked at Chad, taking in the man's suggestion for a moment, before nodding his head. "Aye, there must be a fair amount of goods we could find in the town. Let's just pray there ain't any monsters 'round, don't need my head chopped off or my guts spillin' outta my chest."

Absolute Comics - Season Two: The Monster Within

I've been putting this game off for way too long, but I just wanted to say that I'm still in it too. I swore I wasn't gonna drop out like I did in UOU and I meant it. I'll try and get a post up when I can.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Thirded. Let's get some loot bois.

Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Todd Angryface:

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Ruins of Norn: Another Side

Buckle up boys, here comes an angry barbarian with a big ol fuck off sword.

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World of Light

Level 1 - 3/10 EXP
Difficulty Level 1
Location: Peach's Castle - Throne Room
Word Count: 525
Direct Mentions: @DracoLunaris @Lmpkio @Lugubrious @thedman

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Gene, after seeing that the giant lizard thing wasn't going to attack (at least, not yet), let out a sigh of relief. "... Man, I... Really am sorry about that though. I didn't hurt you or anything right?" He doubted he could actually hurt the lizard, it looked pretty tough, but then he did whoop Angra's ass pretty hard. Of course, that was with both God Hands, and... Wait, didn't he remember not feeling the Left God Hand's power? He double checked his left arm, finding that it didn't carry the tribal tattoos of the God Hand on it. Oh crap, he really was back at square one.

He was pulled out of his shock as a small purple dragon approached him, asking who he was and saying that he had found this group in a bit of a jam. He felt his trademark cocky grin make its way onto his face, and he pounding his fist into his hand. "The name's Gene, and I'm the warrior known as the God Hand!" Maybe that was a bit too bombastic and arrogant given he was still on thin ice after attacking so suddenly. Still, he couldn't help it. "Uh, so who are..."

He trailed off as the little onion looking thing approached him, the onion slapping its hand onto Gene's shoulder and telling the fighter to take it easy. He began to explain it in what Gene figured was layman's terms. He didn't know what a Galeem was, but fighting? Fighting was his specialty. "Well, you bet your ass I'm good at fighting! Check this out!" He began to unleash his trademark combo at the air, starting with a Mach Speed Jab...

And simply threw a single left jab instead. Then a left hook, and a straight, followed by an uppercut. What the?! "That's... Weird. I had learned so many different techniques but now it's like I can't remember them..." He tried to go for the Yes Man Kablaam, a personal favorite, and instead did a simple guard break. "Huh. Guess that guy must've zapped my techniques. Damn." He turned back to the onion, shrugging. "I can fight, but I'm not as good as I used to be. Maybe I'll find more techniques as we travel. I dun- oh."

He finally noticed that the onion had waddled away in the direction of food. Gene's mouth watered despite himself. Man, food would be so good right now. Still, he had to find out about these other folks. At the sound of a question directed towards him, Gene craned his head, seeing the middle aged guy in the suit calling out to him to assure he was on their side. In response, Gene gave a grin and a thumbs up, calling back. "Yeah, I'm not brainwashed and crazy anymore! ... Least I hope not!" Despite himself, he let out another sigh of relief, looking back at the two that were still near him. "Sorry again about the whole kick to the face thing. Kinda couldn't stop myself," he gave one last apology to the lizard, then turned back to the dragon. "So, like I was saying, who are you guys?"

The Occult Investigations Agency

Henry Thompson

Henry Thompson

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OIA Designation

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Psychological Profile
Thompson seems to enjoy putting on the facade of a hardened man of few words. He dislikes small talk and is mostly focused on his work. In most conversations he is curt and to the point, often rudely so, and will attempt to steer conversations away from his personal life should the conversation seem to be heading that way. Occasionally, cracks in his facade appear when dispatching enemies, where he will occasionally let loose a joke or one liner. Most of his colleagues have referred to him as having a quote "stick up his ass". This is, as previously stated, simply a facade. Thompson was questioned by his superiors about his behavior, where he revealed his true nature.

The Thompson beneath the facade is in fact just an average man trapped in a bit of a fantasy. He wishes to be like the heroes of the action movies he grew up on: tough, fearless, and no nonsense. In fact, when not taking on this persona, Thompson is rather awkward and stumbles upon his words, indicating the stoic part of his facade may be a "cool" way of covering up that part of himself. Officials have allowed him to continue maintaining this facade, but have asked him to tune it down and at least attempt to get to know his colleagues better. Thompson has been improving in that regard.

Background
Thompson was born in New York City to a lower middle class family in Queens. As a child he grew up watching his father's assortment of movies, predominantly action films from the 80s and 90s. This caused a spark in the young Thompson, who wished to become an action hero as well and save lives. He originally planned on joining the military, but at 18 was only able to make it to the army reserves. There, he learned the majority of his training, but Thompson, hoping to go into combat, was disappointed when he served three years without seeing combat.

Rather than reenlist, Thompson returned to New York and became a SWAT officer, where he would occasionally see combat. His former peers noted how odd he was in his mannerisms, but did not act on it because of his efficiency. Thompson was dissatisfied with his work as a police officer, finding it "boring", and sought out any potentially new careers where he could do the same things on a more dangerous scale.

That was how he found the OIA, and without hesitation he resigned from the department and moved to New Carcosa to join them. He has worked at the Agency for a year as an Occult Tactics Operative. He has few friends in the Agency, most finding the persona he takes on creepy or annoying, and has (as said) been spoken to about it a week prior to this latest revision of his file. Thompson has been doing his best to improve and socialize with his colleagues.

Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operative (Officer)
Specialization
Firearms
Special Operations
Crowd Control

Training
Advanced Firearms Training
Standard Close Combat Training
Standard Athletic Training
Basic Medical Training

Relevant Experience
Three years in army reserves, five as a police and SWAT officer

Notes
Thompson wears his tactical gear at all times when in the precinct, rarely taking it off. Colleagues express concern over his hygiene because of this.
Without his helmet on, one would see that Thompson is an average looking Caucasian man with pale skin, brown eyes, and brown hair in a crew cut.
Thompson has taken to calling himself "Reaper" and attempts to get his colleagues to call him by this nickname. Most ignore him and simply call him by his actual name.

The Occult Investigations Agency

Here's my character who's trying too hard to be cool but at the same time is actually competent at his job.

The Dork Knight

Henry Thompson

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OIA Designation

Race: Human
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Psychological Profile
Thompson seems to enjoy putting on the facade of a hardened man of few words. He dislikes small talk and is mostly focused on his work. In most conversations he is curt and to the point, often rudely so, and will attempt to steer conversations away from his personal life should the conversation seem to be heading that way. Occasionally, cracks in his facade appear when dispatching enemies, where he will occasionally let loose a joke or one liner. Most of his colleagues have referred to him as having a quote "stick up his ass". This is, as previously stated, simply a facade. Thompson was questioned by his superiors about his behavior, where he revealed his true nature.

The Thompson beneath the facade is in fact just an average man trapped in a bit of a fantasy. He wishes to be like the heroes of the action movies he grew up on: tough, fearless, and no nonsense. In fact, when not taking on this persona, Thompson is rather awkward and stumbles upon his words, indicating the stoic part of his facade may be a "cool" way of covering up that part of himself. Officials have allowed him to continue maintaining this facade, but have asked him to tune it down and at least attempt to get to know his colleagues better. Thompson has been improving in that regard.

Background
Thompson was born in New York City to a lower middle class family in Queens. As a child he grew up watching his father's assortment of movies, predominantly action films from the 80s and 90s. This caused a spark in the young Thompson, who wished to become an action hero as well and save lives. He originally planned on joining the military, but at 18 was only able to make it to the army reserves. There, he learned the majority of his training, but Thompson, hoping to go into combat, was disappointed when he served three years without seeing combat.

Rather than reenlist, Thompson returned to New York and became a SWAT officer, where he would occasionally see combat. His former peers noted how odd he was in his mannerisms, but did not act on it because of his efficiency. Thompson was dissatisfied with his work as a police officer, finding it "boring", and sought out any potentially new careers where he could do the same things on a more dangerous scale.

That was how he found the OIA, and without hesitation he resigned from the department and moved to New Carcosa to join them. He has worked at the Agency for a year as an Occult Tactics Operative. He has few friends in the Agency, most finding the persona he takes on creepy or annoying, and has (as said) been spoken to about it a week prior to this latest revision of his file. Thompson has been doing his best to improve and socialize with his colleagues.

Assigned Division: Occult Tactics Operative (Officer)
Specialization
Firearms
Special Operations
Crowd Control

Training
Advanced Firearms Training
Standard Close Combat Training
Standard Athletic Training
Basic Medical Training

Relevant Experience
Three years in army reserves, five as a police and SWAT officer

Notes
Thompson wears his tactical gear at all times when in the precinct, rarely taking it off. Colleagues express concern over his hygiene because of this.
Without his helmet on, one would see that Thompson is an average looking Caucasian man with pale skin, brown eyes, and blonde hair in a crew cut.
Thompson has taken to calling himself "Reaper" and attempts to get his colleagues to call him by this nickname. Most ignore him and simply call him by his actual name.

The Occult Investigations Agency

I'm interested in this. How does an OTO who acts all enigmatic and mysterious but is really just a huge dork who wants to come off as cool sound?