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Grey Star said
I'm sorry to say that the Gunman and Evangelion will have to be vetoed. Much too close to the sources, plus you're out right using the images and they're too powerful for the beginning of the game. Scythe mech and soldier mecha is accepted.


...This is the exact reason I asked about expies. Clearly we have differing opinions on what constitutes an expy. There also didn't seem to be any standard set for mecha power level. And I would let you know that finding an image for a super robot mecha that doesn't belong to some anime or another that still fits one's needs is a herculean task.

Probably just gonna go ahead and withdraw my interest.
Far-fetched or not, I will admit that your mech concept is friggin' cool. Evangelion as a divine manifestation, well done.
Alterations have been made for those that requested them.
Kavinsky

Perhaps there was a merciful deity looking down upon the undead man's plight. No sooner had the plea for alcohol left his lips, an honest-to-god toga party came barreling down the street, swilling wine and having a grand old time. A small, mischievous smile worked its way onto the dead cruiser's face as he stood up, pushing his sunglasses back up onto his face. In no time at all he was in the heart of festivities, guzzling wine from a nearly comically-oversized goblet. He belched loudly, laughed, and then dove further into the party, very obviously attracted to the greater concentrations of women and things that at least mostly resembled women.

He wasn't really sure what the party was about, nor even really what was going on at this point, but Kavinsky sure as hell wasn't the type of guy to pass up a good party. Nor was he the type to not contribute to a party in some way or another. He felt that the party was missing something, and only now that he was beginning to feel the onset of inebriation did he realize what it was. Tunes, man! With a lightning bolt and a crack of thunder, Kavinsky summoned his ghost car next to him. The cherry-red Ferrari gleamed proudly in the sunlight, the almost ethereal beauty of the car dazzling the party-goers around him. Kavinsky climbed into the passenger seat, started the engine, and then retrieved a cassette from the glove and slapped it into the tape deck. Turning up the speaker volume as far as it would go, Kavinsky gestured for more booze to be brought his way as he nodded his head to the thumping beat now playing from his car.

Sorin

The city was celebrating, apparently over their victory over the first trial set before them. Judging from their idle chatter, Sorin could tell that this was far from the first challenge that the "residents" of this planar conflux had witnessed. Were victories so scarce that a reaction of this scale was appropriate? Furthermore, how had they known the outcome of the challenge? He hadn't seen a soul other than the other challengers, their quarry and some manner of cat-thing throughout the challenge. So many questions that begged for answers; this place only became more confusing the more he "learned" about it.

Sorin was eager to get out of the crowd, and before long he had managed to weave his way to the outskirts of it. Such a large number of people he found tiresome, the heat of day was oppressive, and Sorin was already in a foul mood. All of this was wearing down his willpower, and drawing him closer to the primal, visceral urges of his kind. The thought of feeding disgusted him, but at the same time, he could not deny its pleasures. The idea of such a depraved, debased act simultaneously gave him the same sick thrill that it had given him for more than six thousand years, and had him curse his weakness that kept him so closely tied to mortality.

Still, the young, blonde woman at the edge of the crowd was setting off predatory urges in Sorin's mind. She was fresh, healthy, clearly inebriated, and likely easily swayed. A fresh fruit ripe for the picking. Silently damning himself for being so pitiful, he approached the white-robed girl as she drank heartily from a bottle of some manner of alcohol, her companions' attention elsewhere.

"Pardon me, my dear," He said, a siren's song in his voice and an entrancing fire in his eyes, "I'm afraid I can't quite find my way home. Would you be so kind as to escort me?"

Her already glazed eyes took on a duller look as she smiled at Sorin, taking his arm with her own, "Of course, it'd be my pleasure."

Sorin smiled like a wolf as he set his hand, cold and deathly, over her warm and lively one, slowly leading her off away from the crowd and any prying eyes.
Got more ideas for challenges:

Team battle. Each character can (for the duration of the challenge) summon up to two partners, underlings, sidekicks, what have you, from their respective universe, to then compete against the other challengers in some manner or another. Just a chance to expand on the interactions of each of our respective settings.

Planechase duels. Another possible dash of the Magic setting, each challenger is temporarily granted Planeswalker-esque summoning powers, to then compete in Planeswalker duels (aka Gatherings) across various rapidly changing battlefields.
If such a vague implication of something that could have possibly happened in the backstory that will likely never be mentioned in the RP proper is that bothersome to the group, I will change it. Though suggestions would be nice, as I'm a bit strapped for ideas. The "ghost" part I can work with, but I suppose that's not the part that's the issue.
I can answer for these. Hideo enjoys himself by hanging out with his gang; starting fights and wreaking havoc are just what the gang does collectively. Hideo himself has other hobbies, as seen in his skills. It's not that he doesn't like anyone that's not in his gang, it's that people outside of his gang are typically put off by his abrasive demeanor. Really depends on the individual.

As far as the "rape ghost" thing goes, I myself am not terribly satisfied with it, but I couldn't come up with a significantly better solution. Though an easy solution to your issue is that shinigami as individuals are as different as any other people would be, and only Hideo's father in particular is a distrubing rape ghost.
Pilot

Name: Gene Cyrus


Age: 14

Gender: Male

Appearance: A smallish boy, Gene is short for his age, with a somewhat scrawny build. His albinism, the cause of his milky skin and white hair, only adds to his somewhat fragile appearance; he almost gives off the impression of a porcelain doll that might break at a touch. The alien energy that has manifested within his body has changed the structure of his irises and given them an ethereal, green glow, which intensifies as he channels his power. He dresses drably, his usual attire consisting of a short-sleeved undershirt, an oversized hoodie, comfortable shorts and well-worn skateboarding sneakers.

Personality: Gene is a boy who feels and acts as though he has much to prove. He speaks and acts boldly, seemingly well-assured in his power and skills. Some call this overconfidence (bordering on arrogance) childish, while others call it impetuous. Precocious as a rule, he tends to inject himself into conversations and events, eager to demonstrate his intelligence or abilities. Gene has very little patience, and is very easy to rile up, which often results in him forsaking his oft-touted intellect for more instinctual tactics, which works almost entirely to his detriment. Even though he often claims superiority over others, Gene is somewhat emotionally needy and dependant, with a tendency to cling to people. Despite all of his shortcomings, however, Gene genuinely wishes to help people, and once his loyalty has been won, he will be at a person's side for as long as he lives.

Brief Backstory: The genius offspring of two well-known scientists, Gene had a lonely childhood. Practically ignored by his parents in favor of their careers, and an outcast among children his age due to his intelligence, Gene spent his developing years alone with books and puzzles. He read day and night, solving complex equations and riddles of physics to amuse himself. Gene soaked up information like a sponge, and so the curriculum of the prestigious private school he attended was a trifling matter to him. His isolation eventually resulted in Gene developing a superiority complex as a way to cope with his loneliness; he wasn't alone because they disliked him, it was because they were below him. The only company he kept were the small, exotic pets that his parents continually sent to him as "souvenirs" of their travels, which he dutifully and lovingly cared for.

In his last year of middle school, Gene was abroad in America with his parents for a keynote speech on genetic engineering (unbeknownst to him related to the Custodian project) for a weekend. However, disaster struck as the city hosting the conference was subjected to an extraterrestrial attack. The attack was devastating, with one of the greatest casualty counts in recent history, Gene's parents among them. Gene himself, however, managed to survive by pure random chance; a support pillar and rubble protecting him from the invasion for the six hours until it subsided.

Venturing out into the ruins for any sign of life, Gene stumbled upon a piece of alien technology that was struck into the ground like a meteor. The curious artifact, resembling a human face, radiated a strange energy that drew Gene to it like a moth to flame. Though as soon as his hands laid on it, that same energy raged through him, and was infused into him. Gene's body was stricken of pigment, the energy (now known as PSI) permanently branding him as its wielder. Gene found that with this power came the instinctive ability to activate and control the artifact, which was actually a mecha the size of a small car.

Eventually recovered and returned home, Gene had the miniature mecha smuggled back to his personal laboratory in his parents' home, where he experimented both on it and himself. Slowly he began to learn to wield the PSI energy in its raw form, and how the small mecha powered by it functioned. As he explored the relationship between energy and machine, he began to glimpse the near-limitless applications of this otherworldly power, and its potential. Upgrading the mecha according to his own specifications, Gene struck out on his own for a month to test his skills against unsavory elements in his home country, before eventually being a part of the Custodian program.

Skills: Gene is without a doubt a genius. His memory and calculative abilities both border on the superhuman, and even at his young age he has doctorate-level knowledge in such fields as aerospace engineering, quantum physics and neurobiology, among several others. He is not merely an empty-headed academic, however, as he is capable of combining and applying this knowledge in such fields as xenobiology and theoretical weapons development.

Abilities: Gene's body and mind are both infused with a strange energy that Gene has dubbed PSI (an acronym for an absurd scientific designation of his own creation that could fill half a page). While the potential applications of PSI are staggering, given that the energy openly defies such theories as thermodynamics and relativity, Gene can only wield the power in its purest form in a few specific ways. The raw energy can be harnessed in a volatile form resembling fire or lightning, and used for basic offensive techniques. If channeled through his body, PSI can be used to temporarily grant Gene superhuman strength or durability. PSI can also be projected into a solidified form, creating simple geometric constructs that can be maintained through concentration. Gene's control over this power is far from perfect, and seems to be strongly tied to his (irrational teenage) emotions.
Mecha

Name: Tyrant


Type: Super Robot

Appearance: Sleek, dark and menacing, the Tyrant stands roughly fifteen meters tall, but is surprisingly lightweight, even for a mecha of its relatively small size. Supporting this, its frame is quite slim, with a thin torso and limbs, and very little bulky armor. The eyes and various PSI energy ports of the Tyrant glow with the energy's distinctive green hue, contrasting with the black, red and dark grey color scheme of the mecha.

Specifications: As agile as its appearance would suggest, the Tyrant is shockingly fast and agile, making it an ideal striker-type mecha. The Tyrant can close in on its enemies with lightning speed and tear them apart with its ruthless close-combat abilities.

Equipment System: The Tyrant is powered by a core of alien design, upgraded and integrated with a larger body by Gene. This power core is fueled entirely by the PSI energy of its pilot, meaning that only Gene can pilot the Tyrant, but the mecha is also subject to fluctuate in performance given Gene's control over his power. While not terribly durable, the Tyrant's armor is comprised of a reverse-engineered alien alloy, which repels small arms fire well enough, though not anything much larger, with the exception of energy-based attacks, which it seems to completely deflect. The armaments of the Tyrant are largely melee-based, given its sharp claws and whiplike tail, though its primary weapons are more complex.

The Tyrant essentially possesses the same abilities as Gene, though with greater control over them, and at a larger scale. The various PSI energy ports on its body can be used to fire energy bolts of varying power and accuracy, though the mecha generally trades range for power regarding its shots; more powerful blasts are shotgun-like and far less effective at longer ranges. The Tyrant can create PSI energy constructs for itself to use as weapons, ranging from such implements as shields, swords and spears, though whips are Gene's weapon of choice. At the moment, Gene cannot maintain more than two constructs at once with the Tyrant, but he can infuse his constructs with more volatile PSI energy, giving them the power of "typical" energy weapons. The alien alloys the Tyrant is constructed from gives it immunity to this destructive PSI energy, and the mecha can repair itself in a surprisingly organic manner when given direct infusions of energy to its damaged systems.

Curiously, the Tyrant sometimes displays what can only be described as autonomous behavior. Reacting to attacks Gene himself was not aware of, responding to commands even without power, or even behaving contrary to its controls, such occurrences are frequent enough to not be overlooked by Gene as flukes. Whether this is the result of unknown systems within the reverse-engineered alien core, a remnant of some manner of AI, or some additional facet of the mysterious PSI energy, none are yet sure.
Name: Shiroyama Hideo


Race: Half-Shinigami

Age: 17

Appearance: Hideo is a large, impressively built young man, standing 195 centimeters tall, and weighing over 80 kilograms. His mixed blood is apparent in his features, which while strong and masculine, have a strange, ethereal quality. His skin is pale enough to seem nearly translucent, and his blue eyes are so light in color that they are nearly lost in the whites of his eyes. Hideo typically dresses himself in a "customized" (read: completely vandalized) school uniform, with a floor-length jacket, various metal accessories, a tight-fitting undershirt and a uniform cap with the back of it torn off.

Personality: Rough and rowdy as can be expected of any respectable delinquent, Hideo lives to have a good time. Riding, roughhousing and pissing off the old folks are his favorite past times, and he doesn't plan on quitting any time soon. Despite his lack of interest in schooling, Hideo is a surprisingly clever boy; his adaptability and quick thinking are valued by his gang as much as his enormous strength. Even so, he tends to not get on well with those that lie outside of his usual crowd, given his penchant for speaking his mind, no matter how crude or insulting his thoughts may be. Despite his shortcomings, Hideo's strongest characteristic is his completely unshakable determination. This boy's will is that of steel, and when he sets his mind to something, be it winning a race or protecting his friends, he puts his all into it, and nothing can deter him, come hell or high water.

Skills/Abilities: A skilled street-fighter and motorcycle rider, Hideo honed his skills on the streets, and the practical results of his experience clearly show. Hideo is well-known among Shinkawa street punks for his incredible size and strength, which seems to some to border on the otherworldly. Hideo is also quite good at repairing motorcycles, mending clothes and playing the guitar. He is also quite notably lucky, and tends to do quite well at simple games and gambling, much to his own amusement and gain.

Along with his mortal skills, Hideo has also inherited a number of supernatural abilities from his inhuman heritage. Hideo can instinctually sense the presence of death, be it on a person or in a place. He can see and commune with the dead and ghosts with ease, and some ghosts can be persuaded to follow his commands. At a glance, he can determine the circumstances surrounding a dead or dying person, and can quickly tell apart a living creature from an un-living one. Hideo can also conjure and manipulate ectoplasm, the substance of death, which can be shaped into tools, weapons, or small minions as he desires. However, ectoplasm must be drawn from death in some form, be it from a truly dead person, a ghost or simply an area saturated with death, such as a graveyard.

Equipment: Hideo wields a bokken shaped from a strange sort of heavy, black metal. In addition to all of the benefits that a metal cudgel grants, this bokken seems to be particularly effective against undead creatures, and can even strike ghosts. He has no idea where it came from, as he simply found it at the foot of his bed upon waking up the morning of his fifteenth birthday. Hideo also rides an alabaster motorcycle, which he calls "Pale Rider."

Brief Backstory: Eighteen years ago, Hideo's mother was a nurse in the intensive care unit of the Shinkawa Municipal Hospital, typically found working the night shift. While strange occurrences were not uncommon in such a city, she was subject to something particularly unusual. On slow, cold nights, some time around midnight, she would sometimes have a strange feeling of dread creep up her spine, and then catch glimpses of a strange, pale man in a white suit. Whenever she looked at this mysterious figure for too long, she would black out, and upon waking up find herself in a strange part of the hospital. These "nightly visitations" continued for months, and after a while she found herself looking forward to these meetings rather than dreading them, for reasons she herself could not quite explain. Just as soon as they began, however, the visitations abruptly stopped, with no sign as to why. However, after a while Hideo's mother began to feel sick and heavy, and as her stomach began to swell, she realized that she was pregnant. Her following, inexplicable pregnancy was a difficult one, wrought with complications, but eventually came to bear Hideo after nine painstaking months. Hideo was born weak and sickly, and his mother was told that he most likely would not survive his first month. Despite this, death never came to Hideo, and he eventually grew into a large, strong boy.

Raised by a single mother with a busy schedule, Hideo was raised more by his peers than his mother. It wasn't long before he became involved with a rough inner-city crowd, who turned Hideo away from his studies and toward less legal forms of amusement and recreation. By the time he was in middle school, Hideo was a member of a motorcycle gang, who accepted him due to his surprising strength and unusual abilities. They got their kicks by starting fights, destroying public property, and generally causing trouble wherever they rode. Once Hideo entered high school, he assumed control of the gang, himself, and has elevated them to becoming the most notorious biker gang in Shinkawa. It's only natural that such a destructive and disruptive group should have the moniker, "Hellraisers."
Alright, cool cool. Should have a CS up in a few hours.
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