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One Piece: The Romance of Blackfin (OPEN)

Swordsman, Mushuro Takeuchi

Name: Mushuro Takeuchi

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Species: Human

Height: 5'7

Weight: 135

Appearance: Mushuro's appearance is deliberately odd and designed to stand out as a rebellion against his being trained and raised to be an inconspicuous assassin. To that end, he's decided to wear a massive panda hoodie and matching panda leggings complete with paws along with a bright white jacket and white gloves. He still wears a traditional ninja mask over the lower part of his face, but in order to eliminate all possibility of stealth he wears a bell attached to a collar around his neck so it rings when he moves. What can be seen of his actual appearance are his dark brown eyes, olive skin and black hair that's usually mussy from wearing his panda hoodie.

Devil Fruit(if any): None

Weapons: Two black bladed ninjato with white-wrapped handles that he uses either together or individually.

Skills: Mushuro has been trained by his family of ninjas non-stop starting from when he was around five years old. He discovered a passion for swordplay and the physical training aspect of the ninja arts, though he did his best to neglect his stealth training and assassination techniques. He still has some ability with sneaking, but prefers to ignore it in honor of a fair and honorable fight, honing his body and skill with a sword to absurd extremes as much as he can, though he did learn some skill at unarmed combat as well. Thanks to his family forcing him into more and more extreme 'Punishment Games' he also has superhuman durability and pain tolerance and an immunity to most if not all poisons.

Due to his relatively isolated life he lacks most non-fighting life skills. In spite of that, he's actually insightful in terms of raw intelligence and the ability to make decent inferences out of things he learns and has fairly decent knowledge of the world and its customs and the ability to adapt on the fly to new environments, a key skill for any assassin.

Mushuro also has one unusual quirk to his biology. If he eats more than a small amount of meat at a time, he flies into a berserker rage. In this state his strength and speed increase far past their already superhuman levels but he attacks in a blind rage unable to tell friend from foe. Once this boost of energy and power wears off however, Mushuro becomes incredibly tired and lethargic. This 'allergy' of sorts usually means he refrains from eating meat, though fish is oddly fine.

Background:
Mushuro was raised and trained on his family's small, isolated compound on Fuuma Island as the youngest member of the little known but highly skilled and respected Takeuchi clan of ninja. From the time he first began his training, Mushuro was obsessed with the art of the sword and wanted to prove his skill through honorable duels. His family considered such an attitude to be aberrant and shameful for a ninja and worked to figuratively and literally beat him out of it with increasingly sadistic 'punishment games'. He was able to endure all of the tortures his family invented for him, but never gave up on his dreams.

Everything changed for him one day when he was chained to the rocks sticking up near the shore of Fuuma Island. A crew of pirates saw him chained there with the rising waves crashing into him higher and higher, and broke his chains to set him free. They inspired him with tales of freedom and the life of adventure and honest battle that pirates were obligated to live. He was immediately filled with adoration for the pirate way of life and easily convinced to join their crew and sail away from Fuuma Island and his family with not a single word to them.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he found out their real purpose for sailing so close to Fuuma Island and then 'rescuing' him. The crew were actually slavers operating as part of the nefarious Blackswell Pirates. They had heard of the skilled ninjas of Fuuma Island and were looking to hire them in order to help enslave innocents. Getting a ninja for free was just a happy coincidence to them, one they intended to put to good use. However, once Mushuro found out their true intentions and the sort of work they intended to have him do, he was outraged. He beat up the whole crew and threw all of them overboard, damaging a good portion of the ship itself in his anger. Unfortunately he didn't know how to sail the ship without others onboard to do it for him, and was left drifting on a damaged ghost ship hoping the wind and tides would get him to land safely.

One Piece: The Romance of Blackfin (OPEN)

and here's my swordsman!

Swordsman, Mushuro Takeuchi

Name: Mushuro Takeuchi

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Species: Human

Height: 5'7

Weight: 135

Appearance: Mushuro's appearance is deliberately odd and designed to stand out as a rebellion against his being trained and raised to be an inconspicuous assassin. To that end, he's decided to wear a massive panda hoodie and matching panda leggings complete with paws along with a bright white jacket and white gloves. He still wears a traditional ninja mask over the lower part of his face, but in order to eliminate all possibility of stealth he wears a bell attached to a collar around his neck so it rings when he moves. What can be seen of his actual appearance are his dark brown eyes, olive skin and black hair that's usually mussy from wearing his panda hoodie.

Devil Fruit(if any): None

Weapons: Two black bladed ninjato with white-wrapped handles that he uses either together or individually.

Skills: Mushuro has been trained by his family of ninjas non-stop starting from when he was around five years old. He discovered a passion for swordplay and the physical training aspect of the ninja arts, though he did his best to neglect his stealth training and assassination techniques. He still has some ability with sneaking, but prefers to ignore it in honor of a fair and honorable fight, honing his body and skill with a sword to absurd extremes as much as he can, though he did learn some skill at unarmed combat as well. Thanks to his family forcing him into more and more extreme 'Punishment Games' he also has superhuman durability and pain tolerance and an immunity to most if not all poisons.

Due to his relatively isolated life he lacks most non-fighting life skills. In spite of that, he's actually insightful in terms of raw intelligence and the ability to make decent inferences out of things he learns and has fairly decent knowledge of the world and its customs and the ability to adapt on the fly to new environments, a key skill for any assassin.

Mushuro also has one unusual quirk to his biology. If he eats more than a small amount of meat at a time, he flies into a berserker rage. In this state his strength and speed increase far past their already superhuman levels but he attacks in a blind rage unable to tell friend from foe. Once this boost of energy and power wears off however, Mushuro becomes incredibly tired and lethargic. This 'allergy' of sorts usually means he refrains from eating meat, though fish is oddly fine.

Background:
Mushuro was raised and trained on his family's small, isolated compound on Fuuma Island as the youngest member of the little known but highly skilled and respected Takeuchi clan of ninja. From the time he first began his training, Mushuro was obsessed with the art of the sword and wanted to prove his skill through honorable duels. His family considered such an attitude to be aberrant and shameful for a ninja and worked to figuratively and literally beat him out of it with increasingly sadistic 'punishment games'. He was able to endure all of the tortures his family invented for him, but never gave up on his dreams.

Everything changed for him one day when he was chained to the rocks sticking up near the shore of Fuuma Island. A crew of pirates saw him chained there with the rising waves crashing into him higher and higher, and broke his chains to set him free. They inspired him with tales of freedom and the life of adventure and honest battle that pirates were obligated to live. He was immediately filled with adoration for the pirate way of life and easily convinced to join their crew and sail away from Fuuma Island and his family with not a single word to them.

Unfortunately, it wasn't long before he found out their real purpose for sailing so close to Fuuma Island and then 'rescuing' him. The crew were actually slavers operating as part of the nefarious Blackswell Pirates. They had heard of the skilled ninjas of Fuuma Island and were looking to hire them in order to help enslave innocents. Getting a ninja for free was just a happy coincidence to them, one they intended to put to good use. However, once Mushuro found out their true intentions and the sort of work they intended to have him do, he was outraged. He beat up the whole crew and threw all of them overboard, damaging a good portion of the ship itself in his anger. Unfortunately he didn't know how to sail the ship without others onboard to do it for him, and was left drifting on a damaged ghost ship hoping the wind and tides would get him to land safely.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

Solomon Grundy WIP

Basic Information
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Superhero/villain Name: Solomon Grundy
Civilian Name: Cyrus Gould
Origin city/Planet: Hub City
Hometown: Hub City
Sex: Male
Race: Now kind of a pale grey color, Zombie. His former identity was Irish-American.
Height: 9'0"
Weight: 400 lbs
Age: Technically a newborn, his previous life was in his mid-thirties
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Costumed Appearance:
Civilian Appearance: Kind of impossible for him to have one. If he needs to be unknown or unseen he just stays away from the public.
Icon: None

Costumed Personality: Cyrus wanted to be an author or a professor of literature of all things before the family business got to him, and it shows. When he's not in a confused, newly reborn state he's surprisingly eloquent and fond of quoting Milton and both Percy and Mary Shelley among others in order to make his points and reflect on his new state of being. Part of him had always hated the mobster lifestyle he was caught up in, and between that and the legion of spirits animating him he's bent on reforming the criminal underworld of Hub City through force, fear, and any other means at his disposal. He's far from even an anti-heroic figure however, as he still intends to stay a behind-the-scenes criminal and control crime in Hub and force it to adhere to his standards rather than stop it at all.
Civilian Personality: No difference from his costumed one.

Super abilities:
-Skills:

-Powers:
Immense Super Strength- The combination of Grundy's massive zombie body and the cursed magics and vengeful spirits that animate him means he's near-immeasurably physically strong, capable of going toe-to-toe with Kryptonians and similar beings in terms of raw muscle power.

Magically Enhanced Durability- Solomon Grundy is incredibly physically durable, capable of withstanding blows of strength equivalent to his own without major damage as well as surviving similarly powerful attacks. He has no supernatural method of grounding himself however and if he fails to ground himself he can be moved by sufficient force.

Magically Induced Regeneration- On top of his already frightening durability, Solomon Grundy is capable of regenerating from wounds he does receive with surprising speed as the magic which animates him restores his form. He can reattach any part of himself that's severed in seconds, though if a limb is completely destroyed it takes several hours to regrow, and destruction of his head will kill him.

Undead Physiology- As an undead revenant, Grundy has no vital processes, nor does he require them to exist. Functionally this means he doesn't breathe, sleep, eat, get tired, require any of the blood or organ function of a normal human being, or ordinarily register pain as more than a mild annoyance.

Resurrective Immortality- If Solomon Grundy is killed, he will invariably rise again on the next Monday to occur in the same location as his first resurrection. Grundy himself has no idea as to why he specifically resurrects on Mondays, but it seems to be an immutable law of his existence
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-Weapons:
Civilian Occupation: None. Being dead makes it hard to hold down a job.

Weaknesses
Fire- Perhaps because of its purifying associations, fire is able to completely bypass Grundy's enhanced durability and regeneration abilities, and damage from fire causes Grundy actual pain. While he doesn't burn any better or worse than you'd expect from a nine foot tall corpse and it doesn't stop him from being resurrected, it's still the surest way to kill Grundy.

Necromancy- Because Grundy himself is powered by necromancy, a powerful enough necromancer might be able to control him or banish the spirits that animate his body. The powerful curse that tethers Grundy to this world will likely eventually force him to return at some point, however.

Nth Metal-As a being animated almost entirely by magic, Nth Metal is highly disruptive to Grundy and can bypass all of his defenses or shut his body down with prolonged exposure.

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Character History/Origin: Cyrus Gould was the third and youngest son of a prominent Irish American mob boss in Hub City. However, Cyrus always wanted more out of life than petty crime could provide him and dreamed of becoming an author, or maybe a professor of literature, studying hard every day and trying his best to steer clear of his father's criminal empire. Eventually he achieved the first step towards dream of getting into a good college and majoring in English. Unfortunately for him, after about a year away from home Cyrus's father was assassinated by a rival mob and Cyrus was pulled out of school to help in a brewing gang war between Hub City's increasingly small but violent Irish mobs.

He took to the violence of clandestine war reluctantly but well in the years that followed, eventually overcoming the deaths of both of his older brothers and responding with a series of reprisals vicious enough to bring the rest of the survivors to a negotiating table. The Gould family became the premiere Irish Mob organization in Hub for some time, but those Cyrus had forced into submission never forgot the losses he inflicted on them. Eventually, a conspiracy was formed to assassinate him. At a meeting allegedly held to discuss drug distribution strategies Cyrus was strangled with a garrote, severely beaten, shot twice in the head and dumped into the river with a length of chain double-wrapped around his body to sink him down to the riverbed. After that the fine gentlemen who did the killing considered their business concluded and went back to running their individual gangs.

Cyrus Gould was supposed to be a footnote in the history of crime in Hub City, an interesting but brief and inconsequential uniting force for an often fractious branch of that city's criminal underworld. Unfortunately for criminals and law abiding citizens of Hub City alike, in the year 2020 the world was changing and those changes brought consequence. With the return of magic, ghostly apparitions that would normally lack the strength to affect the mortal world are once again free to wreak havoc. Being a place of endless violence, Hub City has more than its fair share of poltergeists remnants of dead gangsters who despised the life of violence they lead. The combined legion of otherworldly mafiosi, mobsters, gangsters and criminals laid a deadly curse on the world that corrupted and destroyed them. One of their own powered by their spectral energies and otherwise impotent fury, would rise from the dead and reshape the world to force the mortal underworld into something better, something they would approve.

Out of this army of the damned, Cyrus Gold proved the most strong-willed and following his death, one of the most motivated. Now armed with a powerful new body formed from the ectoplasm of a horde of ghosts and fueled by their hatred and undead energy, he prepares to rise from the dead and bring order to the Hub City underworld.

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Nemesis:
Allies:
Team:

My Hero Academia: Evolution

H i r o h i k o

• Ishin Academy, Sapporo (Japan) •

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It was at this point that Hirohiko finally unfroze from where he'd been facing the wall. Who was it who'd shouted down the flashy boy who was practically the only one his height?

It...seemed to be a little girl? But...did that mean Knightmare was actually a robot or a suit that she piloted with her quirk? That'd be awesome! If someone like that could use her quirk to become a powerful hero in spite of NEVER getting taller, maybe he could do the same thing! Clearly, she was actually the best choice to teach someone like him and...well, wasn't she actually really, really mean and scary though?

Hirohiko got to his seat, still pleasantly surprised that he was nearly half-way away from being at the bottom like he'd expected he'd be in the end. Still, he wanted to know why Knightmare had chosen not to hide her now-obvious smol-ness, given that he struggled to be taken seriously himself at times for that very reason.

"Um, excuse me sensei! Why did you choose to walk into the classroom out of your armor? I mean, people are more used to your armored appearance, so why did you want to make this kind of first impression instead?"

The fact that asking such a thing might be suicide didn't occur to Hirohiko at all, a testament to the mental density that came with his physical density.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

...seriously? There's a Co-GM label right next to Alf's name. You're talking to a Co-GM for the game.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Skidder and Koren Part 2

“I ask because there’s a shipment of Umbaran weapons and technology being sold in Hutt Space. I need you to go verify the legitimacy of the weapons, purchase them if they’re the real deal and bring them back to Paradise.” Koren wasn’t in the habit of stockpiling arms, however this was a serious game changer and could tip the scales of the conflict in Hutt Space. He wasn’t ready for anyone to have this kind of an advantage, if they were fraudulent then he didn’t care as much. Though these weapons could turn a small time player into a big player, and that was a power upset he didn’t want to witness.

“I’ll pay the usual rate, and I’ll even include money for a protection detail. However the stipulation is that a hired gun with you does not see, or touch the merchandise. That’s a no go. Any questions?”

Well, Skidder hadn’t expected that! It might almost be worth it to be able to say he’d traded genuine Umbaran weaponry. Rare feats like that helped build a reputation. On the other hand, “Your terms are good enough. But am I allowed to know who the initial seller is, Your Generousness? I mean, I am one of only a handful of sellers who could authenticate such weapons, so I’d like to know who I’ll be dealing with if it suits you.” And with that information, the sorts of people who’d likely be trying to kill him over the merch, though with such a rare find the list was going to be long. “Not to mention where the sale’s taking place. Can’t go there if I don’t know where it is.” Skidder knew that Koren liked to keep details on certain jobs close to the chest, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d just been dropped a set of coordinates and a pass-phrase for whoever he was buying from or selling to in the least.

Koren shrugged. “The initial seller? Not terribly important. He’s an old contact from the Clone Wars, a Neimoidian. Turns out he apparently managed to smuggle out a ship full of Umbaran weaponry. He’s been living quite happily as an arms dealer, turns out he’s managed to make quite the killing out of selling combat droids. Nothing quite like the amounts serving in the Clone Wars of course. Though apparently a couple of years ago the Empire found his factory and destroyed it, he’s lived quite happily off his riches for a long time though with the fall of the Emperor and the instability needs to do some upgrades to his compound, and while he has money he doesn’t want to use all of it, hence the shipment of Umbaran tech he’s been sitting on for years.” Koren brought up a hologram flicking through the apparent catalogue of items. From blasters and bodysuits to droids and mines.

“He doesn’t have any vehicles apparently, though I’ll see if your ability to talk can find out if there is truth in that. In terms of Venue, there’s few places that don’t have a large criminal presence. I’m sending payment to a new group of mercenaries on Ques-” Not that he actually believed them to be mercenaries, though the planet and their suspected origin would work to his advantage “-to clear a landing zone big enough for your ship, and his. Completely neutral, I’ll forward you the coordinates once you leave. I should point out, you’re not selling. You’re not redistributing, or keeping for yourself. These weapons are being brought right back here. Any questions?”

Skidder took in Koren’s meaning well enough. Try to hold onto a portion of the stash himself and it would be a violent violation of their agreement. Not that he wasn’t tempted, but even Skidder wasn’t foolish enough to try and keep a secret like that from Hutt Space’s most notorious information broker.

“None, now that that’s cleared up. Seems like a fairly decent point-A-to-B deal unless the information and location have already leaked to other ears-” Skidder was hasty to add “Not that I doubt your security and discretion. I’ll still take you up on that payment for extra muscle. Being shot by a glitchy old Battle Droid from the Clone Wars isn’t how I want to get out of the business. Unless there’s anything else, I’ll start my search for talent. I’d appreciate any suggestions in that direction, but only if they come free of strings or charge.”

Koren shrugged. “You’re perfectly capable of picking your own bodyguard.” Koren stood up. “Alright, are we done here?”

Skidder stood up as well, still grinning albeit less from nervousness-although a certain queasy feeling remained- and more from excitement at the thought of such rare weaponry and his being associated with it.

“Yeah, we’re done Your Perspicaciousness! You’ll have your guns shortly! Just be sure to give me the credit and the credits when the job’s through!”

Then, Skidder turned and walked out with as much dramatic dignity as he could before scurrying off to find an mercenary he could trust to not get too curious about his soon-to-be cargo.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Paradise
The Tipsy Rancor, dive bar

Skidder just quietly sipped his Kowakian Rum while the woman at the bar demolished two of the more stupid patrons hanging around. He made sure that he had his back to one of the corners and his eyes on an exit just in case any real trouble started up. Taking in a barfight or two was okay, especially since he was just killing time until whatever errand the pleasure ship's owner had summoned him for began. It wasn't like anyone had any cause to pick a fight with Skidder right now either, and if some old grudge showed up looking to punch his lights out he could easily slip under the table and scurry for the exit while the Wookiee bouncer played interference. He was pretty sure the big fuzzy treeman would step in if any such trouble came Skidder Grace's way, after all he was the Best Gun-Runner in Hutt Space and the big bossman of this place had sent for him personally. They did have something of an officially unofficial business relationship of course!

So for now he just sipped his drink, waited to be called up, and kept his eye on the woman who looked like a bar-hopper and fought like a killer.

Star Wars - Lawless Galaxy

Skidder Grace, Arms Dealer

Name: Skidder Grace

Species: Human

Age: 24

Appearance: Skidder is a young man of inestimable, undeniable average-ness for a human, a median made flesh. He's neither short nor tall, neither fat nor skinny, of a middling complexion that could be a tanned whiteness or a very light darkness. He keeps his hair cropped short, practically buzzed to the scalp, to avoid the filth and parasites that came with a childhood homeless on Nar Shadda. Most notably Skidder has a face people tend to think they might've seen somewhere although they're rarely sure if it was just in passing in a crowd.

Skidder tends to wear a medium length, brown coat because it keeps the muck and acid rain off, is easy to wash and helps him conceal his personal weapons and blaster-resistant vest. He also wears thick boots toe-capped with durasteel, mostly because of one too many accidents loading up heavy crates of blasters but also because of the occasional need to kick beings in their shin-equivalents and run. He has a set of goggles on his head more often than not. Magna-gloves usually complete his outfit, both preventing fingerprints and handy for a variety of tasks and tricks. It's all an ensemble designed to be distinctive enough while blending in and still being functional.

Skidder's teeth are his one distinguishing feature, bright and shining white in spite of a life in a planet-wide slum. As a result skidder smiles easily and often, though as much because he's under the impression that life's playing a private joke on him at all times and he may as well roll with it as out of a sense of genuine friendliness. He smiles when he's nervous or afraid too, though then it looks closer to an animal baring its teeth.

Faction: Independent, but associated with The Golden Exchange

Equipment:

Skidder's Coat-A seemingly ordinary brown coat, it has a small number of hidden flaps and straps for hiding backup weapons and small tools including one up each sleeve for a knife or holdout pistol released with a twist and drop of the wrist.

Blast Resistant Vest- usually kept hidden under his coat, it can lessen damage from blaster bolts to the chest from nonlethal to excruciating and prevent most physical, kinetic damage from getting through easily enough. However its light weight, concealed nature and lack of restriction to movement means his limbs and head are unprotected and it'll never stop blaster damage outright like most armor.

DC-17 Hand Blaster- An old but well-maintained blaster pistol from the days of the Grand Army of the Republic and Skidder's main weapon. Powerful enough to outmatch some carbines in spite of its small size, Skidder got it as a reward for spotting an assassination attempt on his old boss and has carried it ever since.

EC-17 Hold-Out Blaster-Skidder's primary backup pistol concealed up the sleeve of his jacket, it's mainly good for close range surprises and is concealed up the right sleeve of his jacket.

Q2 Hold-Out Blaster- A pistol small enough to conceal in his palm and stashed in Skidder's right boot as a weapon of last resort or covert use. It holds enough of a charge to be used for six shots before the specialized battery needs to be swapped.

Stunstick-A smaller version of the typical stun baton, concealed up Skidder's left sleeve. He usually deploys it to give himself an advantage if things come to hand-to-hand fighting so he can quickly incapacitate whoever's about to pummel him with a quick smack or prod, or else uses it to knock out enemies from behind when a blaster set to stun is too loud.

Vibroknife- a small blade in a concealed sheath in Skidder's right boot, used as much as a cutting tool as it is a weapon, but still a handy last ditch weapon if close-up fights seem imminent and he can't pull off a blaster shot or a hit with the stun-stick.

Magna-Gloves-A pair of gloves capable of strongly adhering to and attracting metallic objects. They're useful for gripping and climbing but also stealing things from a distance or grabbing items that are out of reach among other things. As a bonus, they prevent his fingerprints from getting all over the merchandise.

Durasteel-capped boots-Skidder's current boots, with toes reinforced by durasteel plating and a extra space in each for concealed weaponry. They're handy in case he happens to drop a crate full of blasters on his toe, or if he needs to get a weapon into a room without his jacket before kicking a thug hard enough to win a fight without breaking his foot

Skidder's Goggles- Mostly there for eye protection and a zoom-and-enhance function good for examining his merchandise.

Skills:

Sharp Eyes-Skidder's got unusually good perception, especially when it comes to noticing things like the fine details of weaponry or what sort of weapons a person might reasonably be hiding on them. A life spent mostly on the street means he's also a decently good judge of when someone's bluffing or likely to actually draw weapons on him, and good eyesight makes him that much better of a shot when he decides he has no choice but to fire back in response.

Good Hands-Skidder's always had both uncannily fast reflexes for a normal human and very steady, controlled hands. As a boy he first noticed it when trying to help his father perform custom modifications on guns in the family's workshop, but it's come in handy for everything from performing sleight-of-hand to picking pockets. It also means that he's very good at managing a fast and accurate quick-draw with his blaster pistols under pressure, a skill that's saved his life more than once and remains his primary strategy if there's an imminent fight he can't run away from.

Expert Athlete and Acrobat- Skidder often maintains that the most important part of being a coward is the ability to run away effectively. To that end he's not only a very good runner in terms of getting up to speed quickly and maintaining it, but also able to quickly leap, climb and tumble with skills akin to parkour when it comes to maneuvering through his environment. For all his lack of bodily strength in a fight he can pull off some fairly impressive feats of acrobatics and athletics, usually in the name of running away from a fight.

Keen Businessman- Skidder's got a practically encyclopedic knowledge of common weapons and good knowledge of some rarer ones thanks to a childhood raised by a weapons engineer and blaster designer parents, followed by spending most of his teenage and young adult years working for a senior arms merchant and gun runner. In addition, he's got a fairly good sense of how to conduct business in the often morally hazy and dangerous world of arms dealing in Hutt Space along with the sort of people skills that entails.

Weaknesses:

Coward- Although Skidder would argue that this is in fact his greatest strength, he'll in no way dispute that he has nerves of plastoid and a heart to match. He'd much rather avoid unnecessary danger and negotiate or run with fighting as a last resort. Even then, he'll almost always try to end fights as quickly as possible whether that's through pragmatic winning or creating an opening to run. Skidder has his integrity and knows the value of loyalty and friendship in business and on the street, he just doesn't see why he should be killed or tortured over it all.

No Hand-To-Hand Skill-Somewhat related to his attitude on fighting, Skidder has only one option when that comes to a close-in battle and that's to fight as dirty as possible. He has no real skill with his fists or any other part of his body and only average strength. In terms of blades or other close-in weapons he's only as 'skilled' as the average Nar Shadda street thug which is to say he prefers to hit people with them just once before anyone realizes what's in his hand, even better if they don't see him coming at all. If any of that isn't enough he's well-aware that he's finished.

Gloryhound- As much of an expert as he is on the Fine Art of Cowardice, Skidder has a certain longing for the spotlight at times that tends to push him into danger in spite of his more 'reasonable' nature. His goal is to become the finest arms dealer in all of Hutt Space and when he isn't honestly declaring himself 'The greatest coward in the Galaxy' instead, he has the braggadocio and casual swagger to match.

History:

Skidder Grace's parents Elden and Iris both worked as weapon designers for some of the shadier weapons development programs that hosted themselves in Nar Shadda due to the area's relatively lax standards on corporate ethics and regulations compared to the wider galaxy. As a result Skidder grew up fascinated by the world of weapons technology his family surrounded him in and would often watch his father perform custom adjustments for some of the higher profile bounty hunters and 'wealthy, upstanding residents' of the Smuggler's Moon for extra cash or family favors. It was a surprisingly happy childhood for a crime-ridden, polluted urban hell of a moon, and Skidder even dreamed of becoming a professional weapon designer himself someday and working for or even owning one of the big megacorporations that contracted out from Nar Shadda, or perhaps crafting individual weapons for persons of high standing in Nar Shadda's very public criminal underworld.

It wasn't until Skidder was fourteen years old that he experienced firsthand just what sort of pain his family's work brought other people. one of Nar Shadda's many more local Hutt crime lords was able to trace a blaster pistol used in a failed assassination back to Skidder's father. Enraged enough not to care about the Grace family's corporate and underworld contacts, the Hutt had their home blown up and had Skidder and his parents brought to him to interrogate them about the identity of the assassin. His father Elden's brave refusal to give up any of his contacts to the Hutt, and the horror that followed, became Skidder's most vivid and painful memory. After his parents died he broke effortlessly and confessed every detail he could think up, and was rewarded by being tossed out into Nar Shadda's filthy and unforgiving streets to die rather than live as a slave. He decided then and there that he'd never be as stupid as his father was and that he'd rather live a coward than die for nothing.

Skidder spent about a year on the streets of Nar Shadda, often struggling against other homeless and orphaned beings for survival. He failed at simply picking through refuse and castoff from the more fortunate for food and supplies, as there was always someone bigger, stronger or meaner who could beat him away and get there first. Picking pockets was more viable for him but had even more risk, considering law on Nar Shadda was all-too-often entirely self-provided with deadly force at worst. To supplement his tiny income when he wasn't daring his way through snatch-and-grab operations, the young thief turned his hands and eyes toward running small games of skill and chance along with little showings of sleight of hand for often tense, drunk or bored mercenaries, smugglers and bounty hunters who passed through Nar Shadda's streets not to mention the more well-off street scum who'd managed to survive better than he did and needed distractions too.

It was all simple stuff at first, guessing games between a mixed set of three Sabbac Cards, switching a bit of trash around under three cups and the like. Eventually as he got to know the passersby better by sight Skidder would see if he could guess how many weapons someone had hidden on their person or integrated into their armor and where. That trick happened to make him fairly popular, especially with his most frequent 'customer', a drunk Dug with a gambling problem who thought it was hilarious to see a human kid pulling off minor circus tricks and swindles for food and money on the street.

He brought Skidder to his boss, the gun-runner and part-time legitimate arms dealer Quan Terrano and convinced him to take Skidder on as part-lookout, part gang mascot and general extra set of hands at 15. From there, he advanced slowly through the ranks over the course of the next eight years. He was still cowardly and pragmatic at best, but his growing skill with a gun and head for weapons meant he was nevertheless steadily promoted and integrated into Quan's deals, especially in matters of authenticating and pricing weapons. Nevertheless, he wanted more out of life and his many years as lieutenant in an arms dealer's organization inspired him towards ambitions of becoming the supplier for enough rich and powerful people to guarantee him a life of ease and security.

Skidder got his chance in the form of a shipment of rare Mandalorian weapons he was brought in to authenticate. He quickly realized that they were all absolutely exquisite knockoffs, of a quality that would pass inspection under all but the most careful eyes. He didn't reveal the deception to his boss, instead taking the information regarding the knockoff weapons and their source to The Golden Exchange, hoping to barter information on the existence of not only the cache of knockoff guns but their no doubt highly proficient creator for a ship and stock of his own to sell as an independent arms dealer.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

April 1st, 2020
Hub City Country and Polo Club

Tim always found it a little hard to believe that there was a part of Hub City where you could tear around a field on horseback just for fun without the risk of accidentally trampling some hobo looking for a place to sleep, but then again the armed guards out front probably had something to do with it. The whole thing made Tim feel pretty uneasy and reflective whenever he entered the place, considering it was a pretty solid reminder of how weird and lucky his whole life was that parts of it had to be backed up by guards visibly packing heat.

That feeling usually faded pretty fast though, considering Tim had been coming here for as long as he could remember and some of the staff here had even known his father when he was Tim's age. Beside, Tim liked Polo a lot. Sure, it was the ultimate rich boy sport so it meant getting matched up with some of the more obnoxious kids from school and dressing like even more of a dweeb to ride, but it was also riding around on horses while hitting stuff with a hammer and that was undeniably awesome. Plus, it had good food. So all in all even if by the end of the day he was usually too worn out to move, Tim really liked going there.

"Son, I need to talk to you about some things..."

Except on days when his Dad used it as a staging ground to start conversations he was uncomfortable with. Then he definitely hated it. He was too tired to really argue or be evasive since they were sitting down at a table after more than half an hour's worth of chukkers, probably just as planned.

"Look, it's about all the fights you've been getting into.

"Dad this is a crappy April Fools' joke-"

"-Not my worst, but before you say anything else I want you to listen. Just think about the kind of people we are, the way we raised you. My love of a good lawyer joke aside, part of why I love your mother is that she's probably one of the last honest lawyers in the whole city. She believes in justice coming from something more important than your fists and you know that already. At my job, what people choose to say and when and how they choose to say it, well that makes or breaks just about everything. The power and value of words, reasoning and truth are important to this family. What I'm trying to say is if you see something really bad happening, I only want you resorting to violence when everything else fails."

"If you didn't want me to fight, how come you had me learn how? If I can stop something right now shouldn't I do it?"

"You were supposed to learn to protect yourself, not beat up kids whose parents should be doing a better job. I had you take the sort of lessons you did because the world is a big, unpredictable place with even more unpredictable people in it, this city especially and I want you prepared for the worst outcomes. But I also want you to try for the best outcomes."

Tim just kept quiet, irritated at being sermonized at but not really able to find anything to disagree about.

Anyways, letcturing agitates my sweet-tooth. Lemme see if they got any new cake in, or maybe some ice cream."

"Aren't you supposed to be watching your blood sugar?"

"What your mom and my pre-diabetes don't know won't hurt either of them. Besides ya gotta live while you can, kiddo!"

Tim couldn't help smiling and decided that was one thing they could agree on for now.

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

March 12th, 2020
McClellan Residence, A Prison of His Own Making

Tim didn't think being suspended for a few days was much of a punishment at first. Considering the way his mom had gone full lawyer and stormed out of the principal's office threatening to ruin Lloyd Senior's family and the school for apparently being fine with letting his son assault a student attending on a scholarship if Tim's punishment went further than that, maybe it wasn't really meant to be one. Still, being stuck in the house all day with no one around for two days running was starting to get boring. His parents had locked his tablet up in a chest in their room to 'teach him a lesson on solving his problems with violence first' even if they might agree with his reasons for doing it. He'd been thinking about all of it a lot when he wasn't distracting himself with his phone or TV.

What was the point talking things out with people like that? You had to stop them from hurting people first and then maybe you could talk with them about not being a complete-

*bbzt!*

Tim checked his phone, more desperate than he thought he'd be for reciprocated contact from the outside world. It was Elliot. Tim thought he might have given Elliot his phone number before he'd gotten called out over the PA. Maybe he'd gotten it off of someone in class.

So how'sprison?

Tim was typing up a response, already grateful his parents hadn't tried taking away his phone so they could still contact him for emergencies.

Help me break out? I'm bored:

R u kidding?! u're lucky u didn't get x-pelled! I didn't think ne1 could get away with smthing like that and u're only gone 4 a few days!

Yeah I guess that's true. mom's a lawyer and dad works for KBEL the broadcasting company. Think they threatened to do legal stuff and spread it all over the news.-Better not say he was vice-chairman. It was the kinda thing that made friendships weird. Anyways, time to change the subject-About the news you think Lady Arcana really fried the police commish?

Ionno, it's sus. She could just gank him whenev no need 2b sneaky. Arcana doesn't kill NEway.

Yeah I mean she didn't even kill that Nazi dude and he prob deserved it. It's the kinda thing that knocks her out for the spot for #1 hero

Wut?! No way! Arcana's the gr8est!

You're crazy! I mean the Question's cool and mysterious and old school and awesome! Sure he's really just a Hub City guy who fights local crime but he's probably the closest thing we have to the classic Actor Activists from waaay back and being a normal dude fighting for the everyman in Hub just makes him cooler! Plus he's supposed to be a crazy good detective! Then you've got Grim in Gotham, who's amazing if at least even half the rumors are true AND they aren't afraid to off criminals who deserve it! They probably deserve the number 1 spot more than Arcana does! You have that Superman guy in New York too but he kinda seems like a massive jerk who doesn't care if he wrecks the city while he does his thing right? I dunno if he's a hero or just a guy doing what he feels like so Arcana's above him at least. I guess you hear some stories about that Vinestalker thing occasionally showing up to do hero stuff but isn't that more of a bigfoot or a loch ness monster deal so I don't think he counts. So I mean sure Arcana's probably the most powerful real hero in the world and she's cool but she takes it way too soft on bad guys who deserve it. I guess I'd give her like the number 3 spot so far but there's probably better heroes out there and new heroes keep showing up right?

aaaand that killed the convo pretty quick. Tim should've known better than to hit Elliot with a wall-of-text rant on superheroes when he probably would've just been like 'I still like LA tho'. after the first sentence and been fine. Tim sighed and went over to the indoor hutch where he kept the rabbit his parents had picked up for him one day, just because they felt like doing something nice, according to his Mom.

"Hey at least I don't have to worry about you judging me for beating up bullies or getting hyper about heroes, right Hoppy?"

Still, if had a chance Tim would love to really be a hero and not just watch them. He'd do way more than just stop some kid from getting beat on. It'd be great. If only.