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Sometimes, even an adventurer needs a backrub.
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Honestly, he's got the motivation to come to Earth (kill gems), he's got the skills (fighting style based around hurting Gems), and he's got the backstory (gave up his homeworld, family, and friends to go around space killing gems for years) to make for a villain building off of the Gems' warmongering and lack of respect for the sanctity of non-gem life. Heck, even their lack of respect for gem-based life. Remember Lapis and all the other neat toys they have that are powered by enslaved gems?
Yeah, I guess a character based on fighting wouldn't really fit, since this is more of a romance and shipping rp from the looks of things. Sorry to trouble you.
YOU CRAZY KIDS, RINGING ME DOORBELL AND RUNNING OFF!
Well... his entire backstory is about how much he hates the Gems. He's specifically trained to fight Gems. He came halfway across the galaxy to fight Gems. He's killed several Gems.

But I can see how it would be hard to fit a character dedicated to fighting Gems into an RP about Gems fighting.
Name
Gurlack

Appearance:
Covered in scars from the lash, torture devices, and simple combat, he's a battle-hardened veteran of his homeworld's gem war.

Gender:
Male

Personality:
A bounty hunter come to Earth to kill as many Gems as possible. He doesn't know about Rose Quartz's rebellion against the tyrannical aims of the Gem Homeworld, and if he found out, he wouldn't care- he knows of Gems as an immortal race of sociopath warmongers that does not care for the sanctity of mortal life. Years of fighting for his species' freedom against such alien foes has taught him the true meaning of hatred- particularly of Gem-like organisms. And wouldn't you know, a lot of gems use bodies that look like humans. He knows what is best in life: To crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentations of their women.

Bio:
A reptilian alien from a world where everything is trying to kill you. The biomes are "ocean constantly suffering from hurricanes," "deserts with arsenic sand," "rainforests with amphibians so toxic they blight any plant they touch," and "somewhat more habitable parts of the rainforest." Gurlack's race were a primitive hunter-gatherer culture when the gems invaded. The fight was brief and bloody. The governor was placed and began the effort of turning the planet into a Kindergarden. However, the Gems didn't count on the local sentients being just as dangerous as everything else on the planet. The savage race of lizards used their mucus to destroy key parts of the occupying Gem infrastructure, eventually leaving the governor blind as the armies advanced through the toxic deserts to attack. That was Gurlack's first major kill. However, the Gem fleet had moved on, leaving the lizardmen with a whole lot of technology they didn't understand. Under most circumstances, this meant they would fall to infighting and use the superior technology to inadvertently destroy themselves. The thing is, they had a common enemy: the Gems. Warriors were loaded into Gem ships and sent to take revenge. Gurlack was one such warrior.

That was millenia ago. Gurlack's spent much of the journey at FTL speeds or in cryosleep, making him much younger than he should be. His friends and family are long dead, but he is known as a hero on his now-civilized homeworld nonetheless- Gurlack the Gemslayer. He set out for Earth a few centuries ago after hearing of a large-scale Gem conflict taking place there. It's always a good idea to pick off the weakened stragglers.

Association:
His homeworld and his people. No more, no less.

Weapon
A spear and shield taken from the late Gem who was in charge of subjugating his homeworld. Has a number of broken gem weapons in his trophy room, but he's not trained with them.

Gem Location
Well, he DOES have a trophy room full of cracked and crushed gems on his ship.

Unique Ability
Can spit a volatile mucus that explodes after prolonged contact with oxygen. Used on his homeworld for hunting. He's also trained to fight Gems specifically- always go for the crystal, get them angry, always keep them off center, mess with the synchronization of Fusions at the first opportunity.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Main Stage

"Gentlemen. You've been briefed on what needs to be done. There's a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it. So... let's get moving. I trust you implicitly." Raising his arm in the classic Shocker Salute, he shouted "FOR SHOCKER+, AND OUR FRIENDS! EEE!"

Stepping down, he began to make his way to the back of the restaurant. They'd need to move operations soon, and now it was time to start the legal side of it.


Thunderbolt City, Athas

The Thunderbolt Gang had done a great thing, according to the citizens of Athas. Dwarves, humans, elves, and even the jungle halflings had flocked from the far corners of the wastelands to come to this sprawling greenery. The only permanent structures belonged to an army called "Shocker+", but they were generous with food and water. In fact, there was plentiful water here- which confused many to no end. But they would not look a gift horse in the mouth. Not given the rest of Athas' settlements. The Thunderbolt Gang brought law and plenty to the land of Athas, even if it was only a small piece of it. And it was only a matter of time before the Dragon Kings caught wind of this and stomped them out. But that was not an issue in the minds of the townsfolk.

In the town square, there was another public execution- they'd caught another Defiler trying to drain the life energy of the oasis to increase his power. Given how many innocents (well, what passed for innocents in a place like Athas) now relied on the food and water provided by this lush paradise, this would have meant the deaths of nearly two thousand people- not counting the Thunderbolt Gang.

The main source of income for many of the citizens was the excavation site. It seemed that the Thunderbolt Gang had unearthed a temple and couldn't quite fit their strange artifacts down into it. So, they paid the citizens actual copper coins- easily more valuable than gold in other worlds- to go down and bring back whatever they found. One such group had just returned to find Mr. Thunder setting up his ritual for another rain. The panting human- a psion, judging by those tattoos- was the first to speak.

"Mr. Thunder! Mr. Thunder!"

"What is it? Can't you see I'm busy?" Grumbled Mr. Thunder, as he lowered the Weather Wizard's Wand.

"We think we found something. Something big."

"Big as in important, or big as in large?"

"Both, sir. It's- we couldn't even see all of it. It's the biggest thing I've ever seen and it's in a glass cylinder the center of the temple. Buried under more sand than you can imagine."

"...This is important, lad. What color is it?"

The psion paused for a moment. "Kind of brown-orange?"

"Hot damn we've found it," Mr. Thunder was surprised. Takahara had actually been right about this thing. The biggest, baddest thing on Athas. And they knew where it was. "BOYS! The rainstorm for today is cancelled! We've found the Ravager! Contact The Chibu Corps immediately!"


Shocker City, Job Fair

For the citizens of a city once encompassed by walls, this was... strange. Exceller, the alien who had led the Titankillers, had allowed men with strange armaments and clothes had set up stalls in the town square, talking about working for various armies and corporations. Of course, there were also more mundane professions- law enforcement, firefighters, and even bakers. Such normal professions seemed like only a dream after the Titan attacks. But here they stood. Indeed, the busiest one- frequented by former members of the Survey Corps- was the Shocker+ Mercenary booth. It promised that participants would "Get Paid to Make Your World a Better Place! See Far-Off Lands! Meet New, Exciting People!"

In a deep pit far outside the city, however, the corpses of the Titans that were once trapped in the walls were being placed in a massive hole in the ground. The Valkyrian, the golden dancing humanoid, placed a new Sparkdoll to the Chibu Spark, laughing as the beast materialized.
MONSLIVE! BOGAR!


Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Security Office

Takahara sat in the cushy chair, on the phone jury-rigged to connect to the phonelines of any multiverse. The Jawa who did tech support was tapping his foot impatiently in the corner.

"Hello, is this Genya Arikado? ...No, I don't suspect you'll recognize my voice. It's been... what, six hundred years for you? Yes. Yes, this is he. Takahara. No, I'm not a- look, I'm not a vampire. I'm not immortal either. I- yes I'm human. L- look, just hear me out. As Dracula's next of kin, you're the legal heir to Castlevania. I heard some kid went and killed Chaos, draining a lot of the castle's power. Oh, the KID is Dracula's next of k- what do you mean the kid is Dracula? Look, you're the legal owner, regardless of any metaphysical... It's simple. Dracula died. His property, by his Last Will, the one I convinced him to write in case the Belmonts figured out how to off him for good, passes to YOU. That's why I'm contacting you. ...It's trapped in an eclipse. Alright. That seems a lot like overkill, but I can see why. Look, either way, I've got a business proposition. I want to buy Castlevania. Do you have an asking price?"

There was a brief pause.

"What, that's it? Yeah, I can give it to you in dollars, yen, gold, or whatever. ...A pleasure doing business with you."


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