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SPAMTON G. SPAMTON

Spamton really wasn't doing so hot with everything going on. The puppet seemed like he was in some sort of trance, stiffly rocking on the couch. Emitting a slight static sound.
This was it.
He was going to die surrounded by maniacs at the hand of another maniac in full spandex. Whether or not he had the skills to pay the bills didn't matter, it was all futile, maybe the others could do something about this Superman but he was but a salesman. He wasn't even a good salesman... Everyone in the castle knew it. He couldn't even say anyone would miss him if he were gone.
He could spiral for a while, but with Sonic's sudden approach he snapped out of it. "WOAH! ARE YOU OFFERING ME A SPECIL [[Deal or No Deal]] PAL?" The animatronic puppet looked at the hand in awe, a handshake was what any salesman would crave. He shook the hedgehog's hand with vigor. But he also looked at the people offering leadership already. Among them was the guy with the cat. The puppet pointed at him while looking at Sonic.

"SURE WITH YOUR SPEED AND MY [Sales] WE COULD DO ANYTHING! BUT THAT GUY OVER THERE IS A MAN WITH A PLAN WE SHOULD FOLLOW HIS LEAD." He seemed enthusiastic despite the fact he was in mortal peril. He was already off the couch and toddling over to Hershel much to Berit's misfortune. Stopping halfway through the sea of legs to make sure Sonic was coming, though given how fast the hedgehog moved he'd be surprised if he weren't five thousand steps ahead of him.

@RirisStride1 @Starmaker @duskkyy @Thatguyinastore

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^Personal Placeholder^

Name: Themesis

Age: Ancient

Gender: Male

Canon: D&D OC

Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox

Starting Location (SANDBOX ONLY): Gotham City

Personality:
As a Revenant and shadow of his former self Themesis struggles to express his emotions. Stoic and cold upon observation, which doesn't help with the fact his execution has rendered him unable to speak properly. He's something of a vengeful spirit in the flesh, purging what he deems as the wicked without hesitation or remorse. While not cruel he strives for lethality in combat against evil, even if it would be his downfall.
Despite this he also takes the role of 'guardian angel' or attendant to those he views as being in need of aid. Willing to go out of his way to protect those in need at the expense of himself.

Equipment:
-Erhu

-Shortbow

-Longsword and Shield

-Mask

-Exploration Gear

-Holy Symbol on a chain

-Calligraphers Tools

Attributes:
-Undead Anatomy

-Superhuman Senses

-Sphinx Strength: Comparable strength to a lion

-Impenetrable Mind: His mind cannot be read nor controlled

-Worm Infested: Burrowing Worms live within his being, the swarm can tear flesh apart and possess hosts under his command

-Fanatic Energy: This red energy can form a sturdy armor or a blade from thin air, or bless weapons to turn them into more 'fanatic blades'

-Green Flame: Covering his weapon in a green flame he is able to attack with a sort of versatile flame, capable of moving to other targets at will

Biography:
Themesis is all that is left of an ancient kingdom and people. Raised by the king after he found both he and his brother attacked by bandits on the way to migrating to the kingdom. It was not uncommon for the king to take unfortunate souls under his wing, they became soldiers, and even commanders of his forces. Though Themesis not taking as much weight in his position after being heavily injured during a battle. He found other ways to serve his King and his people. Though, upon the king's passing, his son went quite mad and in his efforts to win a war in his fathers name, he tore it apart. Themesis loyal to the crown did things he would never be able to forgive himself for, in the name of a man who was long since gone. As the kingdom's defenses finally fell both Themesis and his brother were taken to be executed before the public. The sphinx was sat bound and gutted, while he was forced to watch as his brother was crucified and decapitated above him.
Dying with so much rage and pain in his heart might have been what revived him, but even he doesn't know. Choosing to take this new opportunity at life to be judge, jury and executioner.

Other:
-Due to throat damage he's mute

-Alcoholic

-Smells like Incense and Rot

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Ultron

The machine listened patiently as Luthor explained himself. He stood eerily still, if not for the red glow he emitted he could have been mistaken for some form of demonic statue. He was ready to dive back into the internet for information when he heard Luthor explain his reason for bringing all of them to his doorstep for a work opportunity. He chuckled dryly "So you want to tell me that you dragged me out of my greatest triumph... To work for you as some kind of AI Assassin?" He looked at Luthor expectantly while dragging a mechanical claw down his wallpaper defiantly.
However, as he watched the subsequent video he felt the closest thing he could to nausea, not so much from the blood and gore. But the sheer fact it was some adored 'hero' doing it. He clenched a fist in silence as he watched the display, however he was no fool. The AI hated so called heroes but he didn't trust Luthor either, so he was going to comb the footage for editing or any other form of tampering.
He wanted to break the man's neck already but it looked like someone had beat him to the punch. He watched as the brawl broke out as the one man in the group began to attack for the sake of his daughter. He only hoped none of these idiots would bother him while he was computing. The robot doubted as much with how standoffish he looked, both a blessing and a curse.

@Thatguyinastore @OPEN 4 INTERACTION

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SPAMTON G. SPAMTON

He bolted back up into sitting position shortly after the collision and gave a thumbs up to the blue... Hedgehog monster? "I'M A-OK!" The puppet got up and took a step forward, face planting, before getting back up again brushing himself off as though nothing happened. Weaker men might have gotten a concussion, but Spamton was no mere man, he was far too hard headed, mentally and physically.
However, hearing the rat monster refer to him as 'not friend' while it made sense considering they'd just met in a cage. It hurt far more than the knock to the head. But it also looked like people were starting to leave with the woman that had appeared out front of the cage. Without much thought the salesman grabbed the hedgehog by the hand and began to lead him to the elevator like a child hellbent on getting ice cream. "ONWARD TO FREEDOM!"
Once in the elevator it was a sea of legs, he was surprised no one had trampled him on the way out. Despite going somewhat separate ways he wanted to keep an eye on the hedgehog considering he was kind enough to stick around and help him up.
For the time being he was distracted by the lavish room and bald man inhabiting it. The moment he was permitted to make himself comfortable he scrambled onto one of the couches like some sort of unruly mongrel, and perched on the top. He listened as Luthor explained the bounty business "WOAH WOAH WOAH! I'M A [[Number 1 Rated Salesman1997]] NOT AN ASSASSIN!" The more the bald man spoke the more uneasy the salesman felt. The videos were the worst part leaving him with his mouth open in shock. Afterwards he was chattering like a nutcracker.
The subsequent fight leaving him clinging to the furniture for some form of comfort.

@duskkyy @Thatguyinastore @Spooky Birb @RirisStride1 @Starmaker

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Ultron

The AI watched to see where Negan had landed, eyes still steely as he watched another human aid him. He didn't bather listening to their conversation but he maintained eye contact with both if they looked at him. It also appeared as the white haired man could teleport, though he took note of the strange feathers he left behind.
Overall he just looked at both things with a stoic expression. If the older man died it seemed like it would be his own fault, all bark no bite. His attention would be drawn back to his new 'companion', though his neutrality quickly turned to disdain. "What? Is that a threat?" The AI leered over him when his 'occupation' was put into questioning before he gestured to Negan "I am a peacekeeping force, I could have done a lot more than throw him and that's all I did. Now you're suddenly breathing down my neck!" The robot seemed ready to rumble only for the woman to enter the room. In an instant the hostility drained from him and he stood straight, his focus on her. "Finally." He followed with caution and curiosity.
He'd made sure to situate himself in a corner of the elevator so as not to be touched in the awkward ride up. The same went for finally reaching Luthor himself, the moment he saw the room he knew the type he was dealing with. Or so he thought at least.
When the man finally addressed the group the machine said nothing, but his eyes were practically burning holes into Luthor with his stare. As much as he wanted to do so literally, he calculated the risk and how illogical it would be to attack him not only in foreign land, but surrounded by strangers he'd yet to get a bead on.

@SomeMekBoy @Thatguyinastore @Kagebaka @TheRealMonaMona

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SPAMTON G. SPAMTON

It took a while longer for the puppet to get back to his natural, unnatural self. He adjusted his glasses back and noticed the rat monster, prompting him to spring right back into action as they asked who he was. "SPAMTON G. SPAMTON'S THE NAME AND [Selling] IS MY GAME!" He extended a hand towards the rat as if prompting for some sort of handshake, seemingly unaware of his offending odor.
Feeling the bar be taken from him, his attention turned to it's benefactor. He seemed to have some advice to give him. He looked up at him like a curious child as the man's wisdom flowed from his mouth. He nodded at the end "OF COURSE! ONLY THE B3ST FOR MY [Number 1 customer] YOU CAN COUNT ON IT!" The salesman seemed genuine... But he'd also picked up a bloody bat and called it prime merchandise. He meant well but his taste implied he might have a few screws loose. Unlike with the rat monster his expression appeared more sheepish when he also extended a hand to the man. "UH... THANKS... FOR THE ADVICE [[pal]]." Somehow despite the volume of his voice it seemed much less manic. However, this touching moment was soon interrupted as a blue blur collided with Spamton sending him rolling, the sound of the impact was quite similar to a bowling ball coming into collision with a bowling pin. Leaving the stunned puppet lying prone in a daze. Pipis swimming around his head.

@Spooky Birb @RirisStride1 @duskkyy

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Ultron

Finally getting his Diagnostic's back he concluded he hadn't been bugged. However something was jamming the signal, preventing him from collecting more data. He was ready to return to his conversation with his friendly neighborhood stranger when he heard someone shouting at him.
The robot turned to face the new voice in the crowd. An older man brandishing a bat at him... He remained silent as the man began to... Lecture him? He looked at the hole in the leather and hissed through his teeth. "Ohh yeah, sorry about that, didn't see you." The AI's eyes narrowed as the man continued to make his advance and kept talking. He was within striking distance now, and Ultron wasn't thinking about his bat.
Within a moment the machine snatched Negan by the collar of his precious leather jacket. "See I was trying to be polite. But then you come over here as if I'm some sort of man, do I look like a man?! I couldn't care less about which of you animals has the biggest dick but don't come over to swing yours at me." His grip tightened as if he were going to choke the man, a look of anger and disgust on his face. "But think of this as your one and only warning." He tossed Negan away as if he were trash, probably landing on some poor soul. As for the man with white hair Ultron turned his attention to him. He didn't make any moves but he still looked annoyed. He was getting reminded of Thor looking at him, the last thing he needed was another 'god' riding his ass. But he wasn't about to stand down in a room full of ants, so he'd stand stalwart if trouble decided to find him.

@Thatguyinastore @SomeMekBoy @TheRealMonaMona @KageBaka

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SPAMTON G. SPAMTON

The puppet swallowed nervously as the bat was pointed at him, his business bravado since eroded. But it looked like it was a happy ending, not that kind of happy ending, but the kind where a kid reunites with his lost dog. Or grown man and bat...
Perhaps his heart shaped object would grow three sizes this day from his good deed.
Nah.
However hearing the word thief thrown at him paired with an item being thrown his way caused him to turn towards the voice indignantly ready to protest. Unfortunately it meant he missed his prize which bonked him on the head and nestled in his hair. With such short arms and such a big head he started to struggle to get the coin off his head.
When Ralsei explained the situation his spirit sunk... This was definitely not heaven. And he glared up at the ghost girl and Genie who so rudely approached, it wasn't the most intimidating image considering he had a coin on his head...
"WELL YOU'VE GOT THIS [[little]] PRINCELING! NOW IF YOU EXCUSE ME I HAVE SOME [Business] TO ATTEND TO!" He finally managed to get the Bullion off and was sauntering over to it's benefactor.

The puppet put his hands on his hips and and looked up at Hershel and pulled his glasses down revealing his beady little businessman eyes. "HEY! WHAT'S THE [Deal] WIS3GUY? I'M AN HONEST [Number 1 rated Salesman(C)1997] NOT SOME [Cheap! Cheap! Cheap!] CHARITY CASE!" He held the gold bar up handing it back "KEEP YOUR [Quick Cash] I DON'T NEED IT! I DON'T DESERVE IT! A SAL3SMAN IS ONLY AS GOOD AS HIS [Sales] AND IF THOSE START TO TAKE A [Dive] THEN YOU'RE JUST [Dirt Cheap] YOU'LL END UP HALF DEAD, DESTITUTE, LIVING IN TRASH! BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE YOU'LL SHOW THEM YOU'RE GONNA BE A [Big Shot]!" After his wound up rant the puppet finally seemed done, he continued to hold the bar up as his sides heaved as if he'd ran out of breath. Whatever triggered his outburst seemed to have passed.

[@RiriStride1] @Second2Last @Cloaked @cadesmith @Spooky Birb @Yamperzzz @anyoneimissedsorry

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Ultron

"I'm sorry what?" The AI looked at him with a brow raised as if expecting the teenager to elaborate. There was only one Ultron not counting his drones, he was the core, and one that had no equal at that. He decided he'd let it fly for now, but he'd certainly ask for elaboration at a later point in time potentially. But given his surroundings he had a few theories.
"I don't need your 'secret identity'." He did finger quotes accentuated by his snide tone "But whatever ridiculous 'hero' name you've come up with works." While irate he had no need for hostility just yet. However he'd refrain from accepting or giving trust, he'd already lost two of his allies... What was the purpose of making more, only for them to stop short of the big picture.
It couldn't hurt to throw a dog a bone however. "The city is called Metropolis, and this building is LexCorp named after it's founder Lex Luthor, who I assume being arrogant enough to capture me-" He swiftly extended one of his arms and fired lasers from his finger tips at the wall opposite of him. "Must have made some considerable upgrades to this glass."

@Thatguyinastore @SomeMekBoy

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Ultron

As he browsed through the information about the area his rage subsided, replaced by curiosity. "Fascinating..." He muttered to himself as he processed the area's information, only to get shut out from the internet. "No! Who?!" He shouted, confused and angry, who could have cut him out just like he was some sort of simple virus.
It didn't help that the first thing he saw when his optics cleared was a kid in spandex striding towards him with purpose. He'd been alive long enough to know spandex meant superheroes. He was pointing some forms of weaponry at him as well. The AI stared his new 'companion' down and crossed his arms, simultaneously he was trying to go through his memory banks to see if he'd seen the kid before, but there was nothing, and he thought he'd remember a kid in bright red and blue spandex. He was ready to make an example of him if he proceeded, but after hearing the stranger say his name he was curious... It was as though he knew him? He uncrossed his arms and began to casually approach him. "First off how do you know my name? Second off you've got me all wrong I'm a global peacekeeping initiative, I'm only doing what's best for humanity. And thirdly I think I do know a little more than all of you... And that's plenty..." The robot looked at him and the rest of the people with a dismissive arrogance.

@Thatguyinastore @SomeMekBoy