Descartes

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

I will finish this character soon.

Meta Data

Character Tier: Intermediate
Character Type: Critical Character
Character Use: Main Character
Writing Level: Mediocre

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Basic Information

Name: Shane Lee "Hell Man"
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Great Dimension)
World of Origin: Great Dimension

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Aesthetic Details

Height and Weight: Though a bit taller than his people, Shane stands at about an average if not below average for normal humans, at about 5'10" or 183 centimeters exactly. His weight is 140 pounds, his bulk (or lack thereof) consisting primarily of muscle, with the rest of his weight being in enough of whatever else a human can have and still live a healthy life style.
Facial Features: Shane has a diamond facial shape; wide cheek bones with a narrower forehead and chin. Relative to his face, Shane's nose is a little large but not cartoonishly so. His nose has a round tip with a long but more or less shallow bridge. His eyebrows are wedge shaped and also fairly thick. He has black eyes capable of reflecting a variety of human emotions as well as some non-human emotions. Though his mouth is small, Shane has reasonably thick lips. Though he is clearly masculine, the roundness of his features make Shane seem more androgynous should a person look only at his face.
Hair Style: Frankly put, Shane's hair is stylishly messy. That is, it has this style as if Shane had tried to slick it back yet the forces of nature decided to push against his hand and win, thus moving a bit forward, looking quite disheveled in the process, this is an unnecessarily long run-on. It is naturally very dark in color, shaded jet black. Recently, however, Shane had his hair bleached slightly just enough so that when he is standing in direct light, his hair appears brown.
General Figure: Shane is more or less physically fit, or at least enough to be above average for a normal person. His low body fat allows Shane to have a moderately well shaped set of abdominal muscles, though the lack of training in them make them appear more or less flat compared to steroid using body builders. Due to the type of training he does and his not-so-strict gaining diet, Shane's muscles are bulkier than toned, though feature enough definition that Shane doesn't look fat.
Mundane Clothing: For underwear, Shane wears long johns and a pair of white socks, regardless of weather. He typically dons white converse shoes which are always visibly dirty; with the same amount of grime, but never the exact same looking dirt. Over his long johns are a pair of dark raw jeans which appear spartan, featuring only two deep side pockets. For a top, he wears a white button-up oxford shirt, the front pocket always empty, the sleeves always rolled up, and the buttons always never buttoned up all the way. Along with the shirt is a loose tie which always shows a different pattern, similar to his shoes. Over his shirt is a black leather biker jacket with the sleeves rolled up and the zipper left undone.
Mundane Accessories: A pair of magnetic earrings, and a pair of aviator sun glasses.

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Basic Combat Data

Raw Physical Strength: 4 plate deadlift, 4 plate squat, 2 plate bench press, 1 plate over head press
Running Speed: ~20 mph
Endurance: Can run at full speed for ~5 minutes
Pain Tolerance: Average humans levels
Range Unarmed: ~2 feet
Dexterity: Right handed and can only use right hand to write, however most other things which require less fine tuning can be done in both hands. Though he occasionally fumbles, Shane can accomplish quite a few interesting feats with his hands, though not to the point where he can juggle more than three objects at once. He is capable of a one handed pull-up and will often do it to show off, claiming whichever hand he uses is also the hand he uses to masturbate,
Flexibility: Can bend his arms all the way back to scratch his own lower back then pull them back front in one single linear motion. Can also put both legs behind his head (at the same time) and do splits as well as a trained gymnast can.
Fighting Style: Fast and spontaneous yet also calculated and technical, Shane's fighting style is characterized by feints as well as various long term gambits in the guise of small moves to gain momentary advantage. When setting up for a big attack, Shane will always disguise it as a minute action, distracting his opponent before finally setting off the trap.

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Introspection
Personality Description: Most would say Shane doesn't actually have a personality. This is true to some extent as he doesn't have a personality, hence why nobody likes him. The thing is, he actually does have a personality and nobody just pays attention to it- or maybe it's just that nobody pays attention to him. Actually, Shane can be described in three different ways. He can be rather eccentric, often showing some kind of strange quirk; a Lothario in that he tends to flirt with women regardless of what world or social standing; and also a little hard headed in that he tends to force things.
Quirks: Sleeps between two mattresses, brushes his teeth in the shower, stares at passing cats, stares at passing cars, stares at passing cans, eats everything with rice (including rice), spouts random and often inane facts at random.
Interests: Music, architecture, sculptures, drawing, card games, pokemon.

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Equipment

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Powers

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Background

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

Another rocket shot and destroyed another bird. By the time the Hellzooka fired, however, Andrew Jackson was able to pick it up and make a quick jump backwards; leaping just far back enough as to not be caught in the explosion. "Fuck you! I'll talk whenever I want you dirty commie!" Jackson snorted. He picked up his sword and both hands, apparently grasping it incredibly tightly. He reared it back as if to swing it, before making a running jump towards Fuchsia. The president further expressed his freedom of speech by shouting "USA!" before the tip of his Liberty Brand touched the ground, breaking into the dirt.

The president vaulted off of the sword, once again flying into the air. He grabbed onto his rifle, which swung wildly in the air before he snatched the handle. Aiming it towards Fuchsia, Jackson simply sprayed and prayed.

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

The president cartwheeled to the side, getting out of the path of the rocket. He landed in a kneeled down position, his Liberty Brand held high up, aimed towards the other two rockets. A firework shot towards them, detonating the first one, thus detonating the second before it could reach the bird. "You know, I thought you demon folks loved freedom. I mean, you guys spend a hell lot of time avoiding the law right? The big man up stairs? Or are you trying to fight fire with fire?" Jackson retorted. "But you know" he started "The only big man you gotta talk to now is me. And the only fire you gotta fight... is also me!"

"Freedom go!" Jackson shouted, a bird flying from the tips of his fingers. The eagle shot straight towards Fuchsia, its eyes clearly intent on striking the demon's head. It flew left and right, weaving some kind of pattern in the air as it approached. "On average, the eagle flies up to 32 miles an hour" Andrew Jackson explained. "The maximum air speed is roughly 200 miles per hour. I don't know much about birds or speed, but I'm pretty sure that's real damn fast."

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

Sorry for the late response, I was in New York for the past 6 days and had no access to a computer (my last post was from a phone)

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

As soon as he noticed the hellzooka move, Jackson lowered his sword, putting it between him and his opponent's weapon. "My bird!" Jackson shouted. Quickly, he made another one, sending it off. "Aight, that'll be my symbol of freedom." He said, the new eagle flapping away, Jackson hoping it wouldn't be hit again. For a twelve year old, Fuchsia was awfully strong, being capable of hefting such a weapon. Of course, Jackson himself was fairly powerful, able to withstand the test of time.

But he didn't like Fuchsia. Not one bit. "What the fuck did you just fucking say?" Jackson exclaimed, still fighting off the boy's weapon. The president spared no time to shift hos own weight. He only pulled up the sword, using the fulcrum of the hellzooka. Jackson pushed his blade forward, attempting to plunge the sword into Fuchsia's face.

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

The president clenched his fists tightly. "How dare you make a mockery of my great nation. You see partner, the way I see it: you're either for this nation or against it. Now I ain't no diplomat- oh wait, yeah I am, but I digress. If you ain't for this nation, that means you're against it; and you know what that means? One of two things: You're either a terrorist or a commie. I don't care how young you look. Now tell me son. Which one of those are you?" Andrew Jackson thought about it for a bit. As he spoke, he had his sword out with the blade on the ground. He walked around, occasionally lifting the sword a bit only to have it fall back to the ground. He stopped soon enough, holding his hands out, as if he were carrying a small stone. Then, it turns out there was a stone; a stone shaped like an egg. Except it wasn't a stone, it was in fact an egg which hatched and quickly grew into a fully grown bald eagle.

"See this? This is a symbol of America's freedom. As long as this little critter stays alive, he will remain a beacon of hope. And freedom." The president released his grip of the eagle, setting it free as it flew off into the distance. "Now go free" Andrew said as the bird slowly disappeared from sight. "As I was saying. You're either for this country or against it. As an American, I can't have nobody harming this country or its people. The way I see it you've done both of these things. That makes you a repeat offender, and I can't have none of that." The president picked up his sword and held it in both hands before making a mad dash towards Fuschia.

Dirt was kicked backwards, shrouding a bit of the background behind the president in dust. The president raised his sword high into the air before coming in to slash at Fuschia, the blade aimed at the boy's shoulder. As the dust settled, three letters were revealed- the letters Andrew Jackson had marked with his sword. It spelled "USA".

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

I find it funny as Tex or whatever his name was chaos guy wasn't mentioned.

This isn't him by the way.

NoW Rnd: 3 Small Town Rodeo

President Andrew Jackson.born 1767, died 1845. In his life time, he had fought the war of 1812, became a senator, and eventually became United States president. He fought hard for his country, keeping out the invading British. He also allowed his people to expand through the continent only at the cost of kicking out the indigenous tribes. Jackson survived numerous duels, and likewise numerous assassinations. Once, he beat his would be assassin to death. Cities were named after him and statues were built in his honor.His death would be remembered, carried in the memory of every American citizen and the tears of every native. Then, by some cruel twist of fate, the president had been revived- forced to fight a war after his time and against enemies who he did not even know the names of. Like in his past, he survived the battles. One by one, they fell beneath the President's feet. He climbed to the finale of the Nexus of Worlds tournament.

And there he was, standing. Andrew Jackson stood erect before a boy carrying a flag on a horse. The president, naturally, saluted to the flag and began his country's anthem. The boy would quickly join in. After concluding their song, Jackson broke from his salute. "Thank you sir" he said, a tear almost in his eye. He was quite fortunate to make it so far, and even more fortunate he would have his final decisive fight in his home country.

Jackson checked his gun for ammo and put it back, before making sure his sword was where he left it. The president looked down at his shoes, which despite being nearly completely dissolved in acid two fights ago, had been restored.

"Alright. I'm ready."

Nexus of Worlds Tournament

NoW Rnd 2: The Basin

"A few strategies I wanted to try. I'd say you were a good fighter. Nice knowing you though." Jackson stated as he planted the American flag on the sand over Tomaru's body. "See you partner" the president saluted.