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Sometimes, even an adventurer needs a backrub.
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Name: Dr. Heinrich Geldmar, AKA Professor Primate
Age: 115, current body: 70
Gender: Male
Appearance: Professor Primate is a silverback gorilla with a number of surgical scars around his head. Injections of the Super-Soldier serum have also given him increased musculature and highly advanced motor skills.
Personality: While Professor Primate fulfills many of the criteria for a mad scientist, he also has strict ethical standards.
Skills: He's a neurosurgeon who has, over the course of decades, branched out to other scientific fields. His knowledge of human neurology, engineering, and Weird Science is unmatched.
Abilities: He's a gorilla. A gorilla injected with a super soldier serum that makes him faster than a typical human. He's also the kind of maniac who can perform a brain transplant on himself.
Equipment: Tenure at Berlin University.
Brief Backstory: Heinrich Geldmar was an experimental neurosurgeon working for the Third Reich in World War 2. Not by choice, naturally- but it's pretty hard to avoid working for someone with a gun trained on you constantly. When American soldiers stormed the lab, he was offered amnesty for the war crimes he was forced to commit if he and his colleagues would help the US Army's Weird Science division with the development of a super-soldier serum to counteract the Nazi "Ubermensch" program. Sick of experimenting on humans, the US army gave them a steady supply of gorillas for testing. However, 80% of the chemicals used in the serum's development turned out to be insanely toxic, and those that weren't were so radioactive their mere existence is now banned by at least six articles of the Geneva Convention. This led to an obvious result: most of the scientists that worked for the program were dying of cancer. However, between the fevered madness brought on by his impending death, his skill as a neurosurgeon, and that unique brand of crazy that seems to permeate all German scientists, Heinrich came up with a solution. All that needed to happen was to gather the materials. Luckily, Bonzo the circus ape had shown promise as a subject, surviving the horrid injections. However, he was spectacularly dumb and choked when he tried to swallow a toilet paper roll. This gave Heinrich what he needed, and in the dark of night, storm clouds rolling outside as if to cheer him on, he began his work. That night, with a faithful brain transplant, he was no longer the withering Dr. Heinrich Geldman, Nazi Neurosurgeon. With his transfer into the strong gorilla body, he was reborn as... PROFESSOR PRIMATE!


Name: MAX
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Appearance: "I AM MAX. I CAN NOT BE STOPPED. ONLY INCONVENIENCED."
Personality: MAX is secure in the knowledge that he is the most advanced machine that 1965 has to offer. Devoid of emotion, he seeks to destroy malfunctioning technology, machines that might be used for war, and the vile criminals known as "Commies." He is still bound to the three laws, but he is really good at finding loopholes.
Skills: Despite his outdated technology, MAX has a fundamental understanding of most scientific principles as understood at the time of his creation. While his knowledge pool lacks more recent discoveries, he knows essentially every bit of minutia of every scientific and biological principle available as of his last update in November 1965.
Abilities: MAX is a machine built for one thing: To survive the certainly impending Nuclear Holocaust during the Cold War. To this end, he is constructed entirely of the superalloy Aegium. This then-experimental alloy is incredibly hard to make, its components are incredibly expensive, and most of the supply available during the 20th century went into the construction of this 6-foot-tall robot. Because of his creator's paranoia, MAX is also equipped with a forcefield that prevents incorporeal travel, and the parts of him involved with programming and personality are shielded by alloys that interfere with magic. This renders him, essentially, indestructible- atomic bombs could not harm him. However, invulnerability and enhanced robot strength are the full extent of his abilities, and he can not be modified- to do so would require disassembling him, and it's pretty hard to get through Aegium.
Equipment: Nothing of note.
Brief Backstory: MAX was created during the Cold War by an insane scientist. Not "They stood there and mocked me! THE WHOLE WORLD MOCKED ME!" insane. "Ants live in my skin, government microchips in my cornflakes" insane. Though his assertions on the coming apocalypse seemed to change by the hour ("The shapeshifting reptilian aliens in the houses of power will rise up and bombard the earth with radiation!" "Communist ghosts will possess our machines!" "An army of Wizard Hitler Clones will march against us!"), he was certain the world would be ending very soon. To this end, he created MAX. MAX thought at an unmatched speed of 2.5 Megabytes per second. MAX was named because he was, at the time, the absolute maximum of technology. Granted, that was in 1965. He was built to survive any of the delusional scientist's theoretical apocalypses, then share his expansive knowledge of science with the survivors. Of course, the apocalypse never came, and MAX was left in storage. In 1980, however, he was awakened by a lightning strike. Not recognizing any of the strange technology, he came to the conclusion that all of it was either 1) Communist Trickery or 2) Alien War Machines. This has led to... unfortunate repercussions as the indestructible MAX rampages across the world, destroying advanced technology. Though it is easy enough to capture him, reprogramming him would be impossible- the technology you'd need is either in museums or phased out of production completely.
With a long, long yell, Evahld, son of Niel, fell from the sky. A sickening crack sounded as he hit the ground. However, he shook his head and stood up, seemingly none the worse for wear. The large viking's neck was off to one side, but he quickly put it back into place with another crack. He then pointed a finger at the new dragon with a wide grin.

"Ha! That cat thing could deliver quite a blow to send me flying... and if you're legendary, I suppose you'll be the trophy hanging on my lodge!"

With that, the animal shapes around him began to shift and change- the spiked boots vanished, but his forearms were now encased in large, saurian claws. And of course a spare set of spectral arms appeared as a four-armed gorilla appeared and vanished behind him. The arms took various martial arts poses as he began to charge the creature.

"NOW, FACE US, AND TEST YOUR METTLE! PUNISHING STANCE!"
With a determined grimace, Rolf hit the ground, the mountain of muscle landing on his feet and looking around. It seemed like they were introducing themselves, and it wouldn't do to leave them unaware. This did not, however, mean he would stop moving towards this new challenge at the castle.

"MEIN NAME IS ROLF VAN EISENFAUST! I AM HERE BECAUSE A MAN NEVER REFUSES A CHALLEEEEENGE!"
Here I am! I have the poutiest apple.
Name: John Shirkwood
Age: 22
Appearance: A blonde man with greenish, tired eyes and a red sweatshirt, John usually wears jeans.
Personality: Had someone said "Hey, you wanna be a farmwizard" he would have jumped at the call. Granted, he'd probably use his powers for laziness rather than justice or ambition. He's a man of moderate intelligence and has a patchwork knowledge of many subjects, mostly involving biology, computers, and physics, although nothing too specialized. He's torn between how awesome being a wizard is and how hard it is to get better at farming.

Brief Backstory: An American with a love of all things superhero, he's visiting the island to take a break from college. His family's a little rough right now, but hopefully a vacation's just what he needs. Besides, volcanoes, dormant or otherwise, are awesome.
World of Origin: Earth

Powers/Equipment: Earthmate Magic. This includes the Rune Factory skill system, item crafting, and the ability to tame monsters. Performing certain task increase skills, allowing him to make better equipment, tame stronger monsters, and stop being bad at cooking. Thankfully, this comes with a monster to help with the farming.
Current Spells: Escape (takes him to/from an underground cave), Screw Rock
Equipment: Cheap Fishing Rod, Cheap Hoe, Cheap Watering Can, Cheap Hammer, Magic Rod, Kitchen (Knife, Mixer), Forge (basic), Turnip Seeds, Mysterious Purple Seeds
Starting Monster: Pomme Pomme. Its special abilities include rolling around on its sides at a surprising speed and planting apple trees. It's also juuuust big enough to ride on.

Other: Anything else we should know about?
Rolf Van Eisenfaust was doing his morning warmups. In his woodland home, he was carrying large containers of water back to the house from the neighbor's well about half a mile away. Of course, he'd also had to stop off to adjust the sandbags tied around his waist and the training weights on his ankles, but he'd still make good time. He felt a little guilty slacking off like this, but he'd only gotten six hours of sleep last night. With a mighty heave, he placed the several-gallon containers on the back step before frog-hopping up. At the top step, however, an annoying dialog box like when he was browsing news sites popped up. Clearly, this was a gypsy curse or something. But it was challenging him.

[Do you want to be a-]

With a mighty swing, he punched the Y button, eyes blazing with determination and barely contained excitement.

"A MAN NEVER REFUSES A NEW CHALLENGE!"
Name: Rolf Van Eisenfaust

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Appearance: YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE SKELETONS MEANS I CAN'T PUSH YOU UNTIL YOU WISH YOU WERE DEAD?!

Personality: Rolf is all about helping people discover their potential. Even if he has to grind them into the dirt to do it. Rolf will not let anyone, especially himself, give less than 110%. He rushes challenges head-on, but understands that there are just some things he can't handle... yet. Then, it's a strict training regimen dedicated to handling those things. He's also big on the idea of "Might for Right," believing that power exists to protect the powerless.

History: Pretty normal, aside from ludicrous athletic skill. He went into a vocational school since academics weren't his strong suit, found out he had a talent for helping people train, and is currently working on getting a full-time job as a coach.

Skills: In his dayjob, Rolf is an Electrician- he went straight into vocational school, and knows his way around circuits and wiring. His passion, however, is coaching- and he makes a lot more money off of the coaching. He's trained everything from a little-league team to minor league basketball players, and can keep pace with almost any athlete.

Maou Arts: [Coaching] [Sports] [Endurance] [Electrician]
This. This right here. It's an honestly upsetting gif.

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