The Forest of Helheim
In a clearing with a bedroll and campfire, a dark-hared man in dirty clothes- a sweatervest and slacks- sat roasting a skewer of meat and vegetables he'd brought up from the Mojave. He'd come up this way towards Seattle to look for signs of a settlement. And because someone at one of the NCR bases was offering him ten thousand caps if he could find something called "Bigfoot." He'd come across a strange fruit, covered in purple peels, all over the forest. Part of him wanted to eat it when he'd smelled it, but literally everything he knew about plants was screaming "Poison." So while his food cooked, he was running some tests on the plant. He'd gathered a number of samples, and was just about to peel it open and use one of the analysis kits he'd put together at the big MT when he heard movement in the bushes. And then a recorded voice of some kind as... well, large, metallic pinecones descended.
PINECONE ARMS! STRIKING IN THE SHADOW!
From the bushes, a team of raiders in black armor jumped towards the fire from behind Cletus, as he reached to take bite of the kebab.
"If you're looking for food, siddown. If you're looking for trouble, get your affairs in order."
The raiders looked at each other before advancing, spears forward. The man sighed and took a bite before standing, placing it by the fire again. He cracked his knuckles and began walking towards them...
Helheim Forest, Moments Later
The pile of men stripped of armor next to a tree- beaten unconscious, thankfully. Normally people exploded when he hit them that hard. But the armor that they had been wearing seemed to absorb most of the damage. The question is where it ended up when he knocked them out. Well, no since in wondering. He shoved the belts into his pack, checking the results on the fruit.
...I... how is a fruit that strong of a mutagen? This is... centuries of genetic shenanigans...
As he began peeling it again, hoping to look at the fruit itself, he thought better of it. Odds were good there'd be more of those raiders soon. He left the padlocks they were carrying- probably some kind of tribal badge- and stomped out his fire.
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Name: Cletus Moore
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Fallout: New Vegas
Personality: Cletus is messed up. Emotionally, anyway. After all, his earliest memories are of cannibals breaking into his family's homestead and eating his parents when he was three. Because of this, he hasn't adjusted to talking to people very well, often feeling uncomfortable even in casual conversations. All things considered, though, he's remarkably optimistic for a waste-dweller, and doesn't have too many glaring psychoses. It's just that he's more comfortable with his cyborg dogs and floating robot than some of his other friends.
Abilities/Weapons: Cletus, despite his post-nuclear life, has amazingly strong genetics. As for actual abilities, he is capable in most forms of combat, is a gifted surgeon, can repair, build, and cook almost anything, and knows more about the laws of SCIENCE! in his universe than most would ever care to learn. He is, however, tremendously socially awkward. His weapons include a Shiskebab, the Saturnite Fist, and a Plasma Defender. Respectively, they are a sword that sets things on fire, a power fist made of an alloy he is still not 100% sure should exist, and a pistol which unloads a small burst of superheated gas. Most of the time, he's wearing dirty, moth-eaten clothes straight out of the 1950's or a suit of Ranger Armor he bought from the NCR.
Backstory: Cletus... well, he knows he's kinda screwed up. His earliest memories are of his parents getting killed and eaten by cannibals, and then killing them all in their sleep. Thankfully, after a few weeks, he was taken in by a passing caravan's doctor, learning the ropes of medicine and taking in all the books they'd give him. He didn't do so well talking to the caravan's customers, more often than not hiding behind one of the Brahmin. Eventually, the caravan broke apart. He keeps in touch with people.
Fast forward a few years. Cletus is working for the Mojave Express, gets shot in the head, and ends up in a shallow grave. He claws out. Begins seeking revenge. Meets a floating robot. He takes it along for companionship. Beats up a gang of convicts and saves a town. Beats the same gang up a few miles down the highway. Makes his way to Novac, generally helping out on his way. Beats a man who burned a town and those in it to death with a tire iron. Keeps going until he reaches Vegas. Makes friends with a girl he meets at a highway trading post. Awkwardly works with her for a while. Heads to Vegas, befriends a gang of Elvis impersonators, adopts their cyborg dog. Later gets kidnapped and steals 37 gold bars from a hologram-infested casino after befriending a centuries-old celebrity, a schizophrenic mutant, and a science lady. Heads back to the desert. Helps out an expedition to Utah, saves a few tribes. Heads back to the desert. Gets kidnapped by scientists after an explosion, given cybernetic enhancements, befriends some sentient appliances, sets the scientists straight, befriends an insane mad scientist brain in a jar. Meets another cyborg dog. Decides he likes the quiet in the Big MT, and moves there. Continues making the Wasteland a generally better place. Gets called out. Heads to a bombed-out town where a crazy man blames him for the bombing. Roughs him up, spares him, stops a nuclear missile launch. Heads to Hoover Dam to settle things, where he beats most of Caesar's Legion to death with his bare hands. He proceeds to fundamentally alter the power structure of the Mojave in favor of its inhabitants.
However, the Mojave was done with him. Or so he felt. He set to wandering the wastelands, looking for the next adventure alongside his dogs and robot. But the Big MT would always be home, thanks to the lively AI's that lived there.
Faction: None, for the moment.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Canon, AU, or OC?: OC
Universe of Origin: Fallout: New Vegas
Personality: Cletus is messed up. Emotionally, anyway. After all, his earliest memories are of cannibals breaking into his family's homestead and eating his parents when he was three. Because of this, he hasn't adjusted to talking to people very well, often feeling uncomfortable even in casual conversations. All things considered, though, he's remarkably optimistic for a waste-dweller, and doesn't have too many glaring psychoses. It's just that he's more comfortable with his cyborg dogs and floating robot than some of his other friends.
Abilities/Weapons: Cletus, despite his post-nuclear life, has amazingly strong genetics. As for actual abilities, he is capable in most forms of combat, is a gifted surgeon, can repair, build, and cook almost anything, and knows more about the laws of SCIENCE! in his universe than most would ever care to learn. He is, however, tremendously socially awkward. His weapons include a Shiskebab, the Saturnite Fist, and a Plasma Defender. Respectively, they are a sword that sets things on fire, a power fist made of an alloy he is still not 100% sure should exist, and a pistol which unloads a small burst of superheated gas. Most of the time, he's wearing dirty, moth-eaten clothes straight out of the 1950's or a suit of Ranger Armor he bought from the NCR.
Backstory: Cletus... well, he knows he's kinda screwed up. His earliest memories are of his parents getting killed and eaten by cannibals, and then killing them all in their sleep. Thankfully, after a few weeks, he was taken in by a passing caravan's doctor, learning the ropes of medicine and taking in all the books they'd give him. He didn't do so well talking to the caravan's customers, more often than not hiding behind one of the Brahmin. Eventually, the caravan broke apart. He keeps in touch with people.
Fast forward a few years. Cletus is working for the Mojave Express, gets shot in the head, and ends up in a shallow grave. He claws out. Begins seeking revenge. Meets a floating robot. He takes it along for companionship. Beats up a gang of convicts and saves a town. Beats the same gang up a few miles down the highway. Makes his way to Novac, generally helping out on his way. Beats a man who burned a town and those in it to death with a tire iron. Keeps going until he reaches Vegas. Makes friends with a girl he meets at a highway trading post. Awkwardly works with her for a while. Heads to Vegas, befriends a gang of Elvis impersonators, adopts their cyborg dog. Later gets kidnapped and steals 37 gold bars from a hologram-infested casino after befriending a centuries-old celebrity, a schizophrenic mutant, and a science lady. Heads back to the desert. Helps out an expedition to Utah, saves a few tribes. Heads back to the desert. Gets kidnapped by scientists after an explosion, given cybernetic enhancements, befriends some sentient appliances, sets the scientists straight, befriends an insane mad scientist brain in a jar. Meets another cyborg dog. Decides he likes the quiet in the Big MT, and moves there. Continues making the Wasteland a generally better place. Gets called out. Heads to a bombed-out town where a crazy man blames him for the bombing. Roughs him up, spares him, stops a nuclear missile launch. Heads to Hoover Dam to settle things, where he beats most of Caesar's Legion to death with his bare hands. He proceeds to fundamentally alter the power structure of the Mojave in favor of its inhabitants.
However, the Mojave was done with him. Or so he felt. He set to wandering the wastelands, looking for the next adventure alongside his dogs and robot. But the Big MT would always be home, thanks to the lively AI's that lived there.
Faction: None, for the moment.
With the ribbon snake recovered, John thought they'd be safe from the fishpeople.
And then one burst through the window, sword overhead. John made a grab for the nearest objects, the black-and-gold doll and a dagger. However, upon touching the dagger, John could feel a stinging sensation on the back of his hand as he brought the dagger up, the small snake in the other hand.
That wasn't the thing to focus on right now though. There was a kid and a... guy? Girl? It was kind of hard to tell. Either way, they were in trouble from this thing. As he prepared to throw the snake, he could swear he heard a voice.
Merde... you still can't hear me, can you?!
And then one burst through the window, sword overhead. John made a grab for the nearest objects, the black-and-gold doll and a dagger. However, upon touching the dagger, John could feel a stinging sensation on the back of his hand as he brought the dagger up, the small snake in the other hand.
That wasn't the thing to focus on right now though. There was a kid and a... guy? Girl? It was kind of hard to tell. Either way, they were in trouble from this thing. As he prepared to throw the snake, he could swear he heard a voice.
Merde... you still can't hear me, can you?!
Appearance:
Human Form
Horse Form
Name: Kintaro Mezumaru
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 4", 5' 10" in Hybrid form, 3' 4" in horse form.
Weight: 180 lbs in human form, 190 in hybrid, 450 lbs in horse form.
Personality: A strong-willed man who has the ability to make any sentence sound dramatic, Mezumaru is a warrior at heart. He travels the world seeking fame, glory, and enough money to retire on.
Biography: A native of Wano Country, Mezumaru has left seeking to sharpen his skills with the sword and accrue a fortune to become a samurai rather than a common bandit. He found the Neigh-Neigh fruit after defeating a dozen pirates on their ship, claiming it as his own. Since then, he's hopped islands for a few weeks.
Area of expertise: Swordsman, Neigh-Neigh Fruit (Model: Shetland) user.
Human Form
Horse Form
Name: Kintaro Mezumaru
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 4", 5' 10" in Hybrid form, 3' 4" in horse form.
Weight: 180 lbs in human form, 190 in hybrid, 450 lbs in horse form.
Personality: A strong-willed man who has the ability to make any sentence sound dramatic, Mezumaru is a warrior at heart. He travels the world seeking fame, glory, and enough money to retire on.
Biography: A native of Wano Country, Mezumaru has left seeking to sharpen his skills with the sword and accrue a fortune to become a samurai rather than a common bandit. He found the Neigh-Neigh fruit after defeating a dozen pirates on their ship, claiming it as his own. Since then, he's hopped islands for a few weeks.
Area of expertise: Swordsman, Neigh-Neigh Fruit (Model: Shetland) user.
manapool1 said
or have carson tear someone lip from limb to use there skin as leather and to use there innards in a soup that they feed to friends of the dead ones. Great fun
I... was considering joining. And then I read that. What the actual fuck.
So, a tank? Nice. Don't know if he can get Improved Crit until later though- fighters need to meet bonus feat prereqs.
Here we are!
Beguiler Psychic Roue, former familiar of a Spellthief, current member/mascot of the Thief's Guild.
Beguiler Psychic Roue, former familiar of a Spellthief, current member/mascot of the Thief's Guild.
Sneakytype here. Psychic Rogue so I can steal things and telepathically taunt victims!
John, Being Amazing
As one of the strange humanoids approached Parker, there was a sound of running, followed shortly by the monster flying to the side as John drop kicked it. And then he threw something at its face as he rolled to his feet.
"POCKET VIPER!"
As the tiny snake that had snuck in his pocket in the jungle flew towards the beast, John looked over at Parker, one of the dolls from the jungle slipping out of his bag.
"You alright, man?"
John had left August at the hotel to get cleaned up before heading into the museum. He'd seen some frozen puffballs that seemed... well, relatively friendly, and had tried to thaw them out. And then these things popped up.
As one of the strange humanoids approached Parker, there was a sound of running, followed shortly by the monster flying to the side as John drop kicked it. And then he threw something at its face as he rolled to his feet.
"POCKET VIPER!"
As the tiny snake that had snuck in his pocket in the jungle flew towards the beast, John looked over at Parker, one of the dolls from the jungle slipping out of his bag.
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"You alright, man?"
John had left August at the hotel to get cleaned up before heading into the museum. He'd seen some frozen puffballs that seemed... well, relatively friendly, and had tried to thaw them out. And then these things popped up.
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