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Titans Together!

Name: (horrific insectoid noises) Alias: Badurong Broadcasting Executive, Lord of the Late-Night Timeslot, The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, Spandez Age: Yes. Personality: On stage, Spandez is cheery, jovial, and constantly smiling. As a gameshow host should be. However, he is also a bloodthirsty tyrant who draws sustenance from sentient creatures' desire for violence. He relishes the sights and sounds of combat, and is eager to throw contestants at a planet until it's ready for conquering. He speaks in broken English, having had to learn Japanese to invade Tokyo, and gets furious when someone mentions the words "Rangers," "Excellent Super-Bat" or "Lightning Round." Powers: Spandez is, surprisingly, quite quick and quite heavy. His chitinous shell is fluted like a bird's bones, but due to his compressed body, his nerve endings are tightly packed. Thus, while his shell can stop bullets, it will still hurt like the dickens. When the situation gets dire and there's no other way out, he can return to his true form- The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport. Weakness: He can't resist showing off. He also has a very low pain threshhold until transforming, meaning he tends to chicken out fairly quickly. As the Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, he is easily angered and becomes incredibly bloodthirsty, lashing out at friend and foe alike. Thus, he will not return to his giant form unless absolutely necessary. Appearance: Here. The form at his feet is his true form, an insectoid creature about the size of a city bus. He shrinks and contorts his arms and wings to appear more humanoid, the wings folding to form his trademark suit and his transparent ears becoming his distinctive eye-markings. Bio: Spandez is, in fact, older than many benchmarks for "old." He might actually be among the oldest living beings in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself. One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Badurong Corporation came to Spandez's Skull-Palace of Pain and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Network could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate employees, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow. His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. Badurong would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Network's Mining and Exploitation Branch for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the mercenary forces of Badurong. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Badurong Broadcasting Network and a trusted enforcer of the CEO. And then Spandez tried to do the show on Earth. The first 15 minutes of the 30-minute time limit looked to be incredibly promising, with the contestant ravaging Tokyo. And then a bunch of weirdies in spandex started beating the crap out of his contestant. By the time the 22 minute mark passed, the contestant was dead, and Spandez was left wondering what the hell just happened. The rest is chronicled in The Spandez Conquest Hour: Season 5,103 (marketed in Japan as Super-Bat's Squadron: Justiranger), but the long and short of it is: The spandex-wearing freaks stymied the invasion for an entire 52-episode-once-every-7-cycles season- the longest anyone's ever managed. Though the rules of the show say that the contestants' government will not be a contestant again, the Badurong Legal Firm found Spandez a loophole- Earth doesn't have a single government. Thus, technically, the show's free to start up on a different government's turf. So Spandez has decided Jump City will be the next contest ground- after all, how many superheroes can this planet have? Arc Ideas: He runs an intergalactic gameshow. Give me the word and one or more contestants are invading with a hare-brained scheme. Other: An alien game show host who uses his program to expand an interstellar megacorporation by offering invaders fabulous prizes for performing typical Sentai monster antics to destabilize a planet's infrastructure. Also, "Titans Forever."

Titans Together!

Titans Forever, boss.

Titans Together!

Name: (horrific insectoid noises) Alias: Badurong Broadcasting Executive, Lord of the Late-Night Timeslot, The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, Spandez Age: Yes. Personality: On stage, Spandez is cheery, jovial, and constantly smiling. As a gameshow host should be. However, he is also a bloodthirsty tyrant who draws sustenance from sentient creatures' desire for violence. He relishes the sights and sounds of combat, and is eager to throw contestants at a planet until it's ready for conquering. He speaks in broken English, having had to learn Japanese to invade Tokyo, and gets furious when someone mentions the words "Rangers," "Excellent Super-Bat" or "Lightning Round." Powers: Spandez is, surprisingly, quite quick and quite heavy. His chitinous shell is fluted like a bird's bones, but due to his compressed body, his nerve endings are tightly packed. Thus, while his shell can stop bullets, it will still hurt like the dickens. When the situation gets dire and there's no other way out, he can return to his true form- The Almighty Lord of Bloodsport. Weakness: He can't resist showing off. He also has a very low pain threshhold until transforming, meaning he tends to chicken out fairly quickly. As the Almighty Lord of Bloodsport, he is easily angered and becomes incredibly bloodthirsty, lashing out at friend and foe alike. Thus, he will not return to his giant form unless absolutely necessary. Appearance: Here. The form at his feet is his true form, an insectoid creature about the size of a city bus. He shrinks and contorts his arms and wings to appear more humanoid, the wings folding to form his trademark suit and his transparent ears becoming his distinctive eye-markings. Bio: Spandez is, in fact, older than many benchmarks for "old." He might actually be among the oldest living beings in the cosmos, as he was born when the first sentient creature thought how awesome it would be to see two animals fighting. Spandez is the literal embodiment of bloodsport, from gladiatorial combat to violent sporting events. He spent a long time as a spacefaring conqueror, setting up gladiatorial arenas to amuse and feed himself. But he began to notice that a lot of other creatures would pay to get in… which led to profits, which led to faster expansion, which led to more spectacular arenas, which led to more power for himself. One day, thousands of years later, an agent for the Badurong Corporation came to Spandez's Skull-Palace of Pain and explained the wonders of television to the Dark Lord of Bloodsport. The Network could not only broadcast his gladiatorial matches to the universe, but harvest the energy created by those enjoying the battles. They even offered to provide more unique equipment and gladiators (be they insubordinate employees, a bored Action Commander, or a prisoner from another world), provided they got a cut of the advertising revenue. Spandez even got a free cable package, which led to him discovering a gameshow. His gladiatorial matches had many contestants, but very few were volunteers. It had many fans, and many viewers, but also many decrying the barbaric spectacle. But gameshows… people were willing to do insane things for those prizes. They would humiliate themselves in public. They would take candy from children. They would leave people stranded on alien worlds with no food and water if the prize was great enough. And that's when Spandez hit upon the idea that all his gladiatorial matches needed was a fresh spin. And thus he hit upon an idea. Badurong would offer prizes to his contestants. The contestants would sow chaos and discord on planets. If the contestants won and managed to conquer the planet, they'd get legal ownership of it and a choice between becoming a planetary governor or handing it over to the Network's Mining and Exploitation Branch for a hefty prize. If they lost, they'd often do enough damage to the planet's infrastructure through the gameshow's challenges to make conquering the planet much easier for the mercenary forces of Badurong. This brilliant stroke elevated Spandez from a powerful warlord to chief executive of the Badurong Broadcasting Network and a trusted enforcer of the CEO. And then Spandez tried to do the show on Earth. The first 15 minutes of the 30-minute time limit looked to be incredibly promising, with the contestant ravaging Tokyo. And then a bunch of weirdies in spandex started beating the crap out of his contestant. By the time the 22 minute mark passed, the contestant was dead, and Spandez was left wondering what the hell just happened. The rest is chronicled in The Spandez Conquest Hour: Season 5,103 (marketed in Japan as Super-Bat's Squadron: Justiranger), but the long and short of it is: The spandex-wearing freaks stymied the invasion for an entire 52-episode-once-every-7-cycles season- the longest anyone's ever managed. Though the rules of the show say that the contestants' government will not be a contestant again, the Badurong Legal Firm found Spandez a loophole- Earth doesn't have a single government. Thus, technically, the show's free to start up on a different government's turf. So Spandez has decided Jump City will be the next contest ground- after all, how many superheroes can this planet have? Arc Ideas: He runs an intergalactic gameshow. Give me the word and one or more contestants are invading with a hare-brained scheme. Other: An alien game show host who uses his program to expand an interstellar megacorporation by offering invaders fabulous prizes for performing typical Sentai monster antics to destabilize a planet's infrastructure. Also, "Titans Forever."

Titans Together!

VES YOU FOOL, DON'T SAY THAT WORD, HEARING ITS NAME SCARES IT AWAY!

Titans Together!

Don't oversell yourself, kid. The writing for those characters is miles above a psychotic manchild with the powers of RAGE and DARKNESS. 9.5 DARK AS MY SOULS/10 blood-stained razorblades.

Titans Together!

Note to everyone: Before making an RP make sure you know and have all your information straight concerning what your RP is built around. If you want to have limitations as to how your characters should be formed, then do so in the original post. If anyone has a problem with certain graphic or morbid character then set an age limit.

@Lord Sicarius

I am 23 years old. I was born of rape. I have read portions of the FATAL core rulebook. A man has been killed in front of my eyes. I think your character is needlessly dark and poorly written.

Invasion 2019

pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. pssssh-chunk-clang. The sound of metal dragging against the stone of the streets of Tel Aviv, and the methodical pssssh-chunk-clang of robotic locomotion signaled the coming of MAX. One of the alien tanks had tried to run the invincible robot down, but this only enraged the robot, costing the lives- and spines- of the crew. It would have been fairly easy to move the tank aside, but it was sort of bent around him entirely due to the force of the impact. He was scheduled to rendezvous in five minutes, and getting free would take longer- so he walked. His legs showed from beneath the mangled wreck as he continued to make his way to meet up with the Russians. Normally, his programming dictated their summary execution. However, in the face of a larger threat such as the aliens, he was forced to work with the communists for the good of AMERICA. Approaching the forward base, he broadcast something in Morse over the local radio frequency. .. / .- -- / -- .- -..- / ... - --- .--. / - .... . / .. -. ...- .- -.. . .-. ... / ...- .- ... - .-.. -.-- / --- ...- . .-. . ... - .. -- .- - . -.. / - .... . .. .-. / ...- . .... .. -.-. .-.. . .----. ... / ... - .-. ..- -.-. - ..- .-. .- .-.. / .. -. - . --. .-. .. - -.-- / ... - --- .--. / -.-. --- -- -- ..- -. .. ... - / ... -.-. ..- -- --..-- / .--. .-. -.-- / -- . / ..-. .-. --- -- / - .... .. ... / -- . - .- .-.. .-.. .. -.-. / -.-. --- ..-. ..-. .. -. / ... - --- .--.

Invasion 2019

Just don't try to weld anything to him and he'll play it cool. Also, don't call him a "fossil."

Invasion 2019

Name: MAX Age: built in 1957 Gender: neutral Ethnicity/country of origin: American Rank: Wisconsin Senator (by Write-In vote), Petty Officer 3rd Class Method of getting powers: Engineering. Experiment or recruit?: Experiment Powers & their limits: 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 radiation, RADAR, and (according to the notes of his creator) magic. This renders him, essentially, indestructible- atomic bombs could not harm him during testing. 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. 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 aliens, alien technology, 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. 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. 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 1957. 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 led to... unfortunate repercussions as the indestructible MAX rampaged across the world, destroying advanced technology. Though it was easy enough to capture him, reprogramming him proved to be impossible- the technology needed was either in museums or phased out of production completely. So, MAX was left in a hole. Until the invasion began, and the UN recognized that the dated robot was their best hope of survival. Equipment: Nothing of note.

Invasion 2019

Joining.