Doc Doctor

Arena Chat Thread

@Athinar

Gweyr seems like a good match. Shall I make the thread? Where do you want the setting to be?

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

A fireball burst into view behind the APC, rolling across the path behind the adventurers as they took off at full throttle. The fireball rose up. Flames literally dripped off of the Magna Pater as it produced another layer of thick mucous to shed the fire on its body, as if it were sweating magma. It was fireproof.

It streaked after the machine, its snakelike tail plowing through the earth. The fire had ruined its darkness, torched away its shelter. It hated the light, and hated even more the ones that had made it. It raked its way through any ghouls in the way as if they were made of old sponge, tearing through them as easily as a vegan tears lettuce and somehow maintaining enough momentum to gain on the APC. Its physical power was outrageous, and unfair. Unfair that something so strong could move so fast.
The ghouls up ahead even began to flee into the burning forest to escape, favoring the flames over the riled elder horror's flabby mouth and oozing claws.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

Whilst attention was focused on the giant, a large rock shot out from the woods like a cannonball, set to obliterate the front left wheel of the caravan. No doubt thrown by the creature that had allowed the adventurers to glimpse its eyes.

It wanted them to walk the rest of the way, not ride.

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Mikellh Dejax@Starfall

The eyes vanished as the pebble flew past where they had been. As Satori was familiar with the monster, she'd know well that it was going to be following them every step of the way, keeping just out of sight. Whatever it had planned, it couldn't be good, but at least for the moment it wasn't attacking.

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@Athinar

Of who?

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@Athinar

Who'd you use?

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Anybody want to take on my newest human-tier character?

First-Degree Donny

Name: Donovan Oswald
Alias: "First-Degree" Donny
Age: 36
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 pounds
Race: Human
Alignment: Evil Neutral
Eye Color: Green



Appearance: A slight man with a young face, emerald eyes, and greasy ginger hair, Donny is without a doubt an unassuming individual. He almost always wears black pants and dress shoes with suspenders and black gloves. He always wears a tie, though the color and design of it frequently changes. He speaks with a nasally Downeast accent, one that most people find pervy sounding.



Weapons and Equipment: A Raging Bull .44 Magnum revolver with a Mernickle quick draw holster and seven moon clips (48 shots total) on his belt on the right side, a Tommy Gun with two spare 100-round drums (300 shots total) slung over his back, five grenades with tripwires on his belt, a six inch switchblade in his pocket, a claw Hammer holstered at his belt, a customized retractable high-density golf club made just for braining folks holstered at his belt, nine foot garrote wire reel concealed within a wristwatch, spring loaded five-inch knives within the heels and toes of his shoes that will jut out when a switch on the instep is triggered, a pair of quarter-pound S.A.P black leather combat gloves weighted with lead, bulletproof vest, a can of FOX military grade pepper spray holstered at his belt, and a satchel holding four adhesive bombs, which can be remotely detonated via digital watch or set with a timer. Each bomb contains enough TNT to scrap a minivan.










Physical Abilities/Skills: Despite his baby-faced appearance, Donny is strikingly quick and strong. His physicality is comparable to that of a highly trained marine, as he consistently trains to stay in peak condition. He has over seventeen years of experience in urban combat as an elite mafia goon, with at least 172 confirmed kills. Though he is a capable hand-to-hand fighter, he by far prefers mid-range firefights. He is a true "dead eye" with his selected firearms, and can hit a fly at ninety-one meters with his .44 Magnum, the weapon he favors above all others. Such is his skill with the gun that he can fire off all six shots in less than a second by fanning the hammer, whilst still maintaining near-perfect accuracy. For reference as to the Magnum's power, the slugs can can rip through armor like rice paper and put a four inch hole through a steel cooking pan at three hundred feet.



Background: Donny had a typical psychopathic childhood. He was born in Bangor, Maine, his father a U.S Marine, his mother a sickly stay at home wife, and his uncle a bastard rapist. He was often unsupervised, and frequently engaged in less than moral activities. He bullied other children, killed animals, and stole from the local supermarket on a regular basis. As soon as he got his driver's license, he stole his parent's van hit the road, moving to Las Vegas and with nary a penny in his pockets after using up the rest for gas.
There he found quick work as a mafia bookie, his audacity and ruthlessness impressing the bosses. He began as a goon and never switched professions. He was good at it. Whenever he wasn't booking, he was killing. Any hit that was requested of him, he accepted and completed. By the time he was in his mid-twenties, he was locally known as "First-Degree" Donny, a universal killer and as far as the Las Vegas Police were concerned, a veritable one-man army.

There was another reason for his infamy, however. He had a hobby. In his spare time Donny wandered the streets after dark, a claw hammer hidden inside his overcoat. He killed lone women beneath city overpasses and in motel alleyways. Being a part-time serial killer in addition to a mafia bookie naturally solidified his reputation as a high profile criminal, and he is currently on the FBI's Most Wanted list with a reward of two-million dollars on his head.

Theme Music:

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

In this world, not every foul thing danced to the Dark King's flute. A wise and respected man once said that the oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.

Something blacker than whatever had stirred within the fever dreams of Bosch crept through Plague Forest, as much an enemy to the challengers as to Darko. Pure evil is a commonly used to describe every diaper sagging vagrant and howling entity that so much as makes a ripple in someone's private pond. Pure evil this, pure evil that.

The real deal bothered not with poetic fancies or the reasoning of man. It watched the caravan with eyes that saw nothing, as still and as cold as a corpse within the nebulous shadows of the forest.

@Drifting Pollen@Mikellh Dejax@Starfall

*Unlike in the movies, no faint lighting conveniently gave away the contours of the forest. It truly dark. Because of this it would be high on impossible to miss the blazing twin foglamps which would flare up a dozen yards to the caravan's right. Before they materialised out of the gloom, the adventurers would be able to feel it. A sixth sense screaming a vague warning, like a psychic lighthouse on a rocky shore. It would be a brief warning, though, and then they appeared. Will O' the Wisps they were not, but eyes. Eyes almost human save for their freakish size, radiating a spectral blue which coated the forest in a surreal glaze of icy illumination.
The light had an almost physical presence that could be felt on the skin, like the crawling of insects. Those that however briefly met the stare of the thing that waited would feel the bugs inside of them, and something else. Something with long, dripping phalanges reaching in deep, withering claw tips feeling over their very essence in a way similar to how an abusive uncle feels his young nephew.*

Dark god Darko welcomes challangers

@Thantos

The Magna Pater, dread monster of the Arena, challenges thy king to a duel, whereupon the ultimate master of fear may be decided.

The Magna Pater

Name: The Magna Pater

Aliases: Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), Shasheuss-Throth (De Vermis Mysteriis), The Sleeper of the Clandestine

Gender: Male

Species: Elder Horror, Primeval Vampire

Lifespan: As long as it can continue drinking blood. It doesn't age when it sleeps for years in-between large meals.

Age: 2,047

Appearance: A piebald monstrosity with slime slicked flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two long, winged arms and a powerful tail. It has four claws on each forepaw, with the middle one being eight inches long and capable of slicing through muscle like tissue paper. The beast's head is mostly a dripping maw with oily, unseeing eyes on top, accentuated by long, crinkle cut ears. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend three feet from its mouth and act as a siphon to suck in blood. From snout to tail base, it is over eight feet long. The tail is fourteen feet. It weighs in at about two-hundred and ninety-five kilos, as much as a Siberian tiger.



Abilities

My Hider

~Limited flight. Due to its wingspan and body weight, it can only fly for a maximum distance of ninety meters and remain aloft for little more than a half minute.

~Ectothermic: It's body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings. It can withstand the hottest or coldest environments.

~Tremendous strength, speed, and agility, the likes of which dominate the animal kingdom.

~Keen hearing and sonar. It's echolocation has a maximum distance of 6,700 meters and can detect objects moving at half the speed of sound. Its hearing is so good it can locate a victim even through miles of dense forest and with its back turned. Anything faster than its echolocation it can sense almost instantly via air pressure gradient.

~Stealth: It can use its sonar to confuse any enemy that might be able to hear the minute sounds it makes when sneaking, and is immune to any magical or supernatural detection that doesn't naturally or scientifically originate within the five known senses. That is to say, it cannot be located via any sixth sense. It is, however, unable to change color or camouflage itself, and as such rarely stalks during the day. One with sharp eyes or a sharper wit might be capable of finding it.

~Heat pits: Can detect the heat of organisms.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like a vaccuum. It can also squirt or spray blood and bile. The bile is not highly acidic.

~Natural weapons: Its teeth and claws are composed of a complex chitin and protein polymer, harder and sharper than a Humboldt squid's beak, which can pierce modern body armor. The Magna Pater's bite force is superior to what a Nile crocodile can exert. Its tail has nearly 90,000 muscles, flexible enough to delicately pick up small pebbles, and strong enough to accelerate to whip-like striking speeds or strangle large animals.

~Can squeeze into any opening that it can fit its head through.

~Capable of entering a state of metabolic stasis which can last for decades. It retains spatial awareness during this "hibernation" and can awaken at will.

~Sense of smell: It can track down others thousands of kilometers away just by smelling them on the clothing of its prey.

~Intelligence: Is far more clever that it looks. It has nearly two millennia of experience as a highly prolific interdimensional serial killer, can grasp (but not speak) all languages, and never makes the same mistake twice.

~Can quickly regenerate from wounds by consuming blood and flesh. The amount of mass healed is proportionate to how much is consumed, I.E one pound of food to replace one pound of damaged tissue. It can selectively heal different parts of its body.

~The membrane of its wings is tougher than Kevlar, and can easily stop bullets of the highest caliber.

~Its body mucous and saliva contains anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head, ranging from several minutes to several seconds. It is immune to its own toxins.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive.
The mucous functions also to mask its scent.
It can convert and excrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty, and can regain the weight by eating.

~The Alpha:

Special Ability

Though it would never allow its young to live unless driven to desperation by an immense threat to its existence, for it is a selfish thing that dislikes sharing its hunting grounds, it is able to impose its will upon its brood of lesser vampires via shared split-consciousness. By forcefully breeding with another organism, it can produce in one month a litter of four juveniles. The juveniles mature after a single month and become fully capable of killing and breeding, weighing at that time around 100 kilos each. The brood will never grow to more than 200 kilos. Each one can have a litter of four young, and can breed with as many victims as are available. Any sort of living organism that weighs at least seventy pounds, male or female, can be impregnated.
At such a rate the number of mature brood would grow exponentially as follows, assuming the lowest estimate of each one breeding a single time per month.

Month One- The Magna Pater breeds and the young emerge.

Month Two- Five mature brood counting the Magna Pater.

Month Four- Twenty brood.

Month Six- Eighty Brood.

Month Eight- 320 brood.

Month Ten- 1,280 brood.

Year One- 5,120 brood.

Year Two- 26,214,400 brood.

Year Three- Planetary Extinction.

~Malocchio:

Special Ability

It may use its "true eyes" by shutting down its other senses. Before it uses the Malocchio, the intended victim(s) will have a brief premonition of the danger to come. Those who see the true eyes will, each time they go to sleep, enter a trance and begin moving in the direction of the Magna Pater, wherever it may be. They will awaken at the time they normally would, such as a few minutes for a nap and several hours for deep sleep. It also allows the Magna Later to see through the eyes of its prey at any and all times, even at the same time if there are multiple victims. By using the Malocchio on one who is already cursed, the victim's sight will be replaced with that of the Magna Pater's until it deactivates its eyes.

It is a passive curse that has no immediate negative effects unless the victim is entirely under the influence of the Magna Pater's hallucinogens, in which case the victim will immediately lose their mind from fright. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will feel an intense fear which escalates in accordance to the strength of the already terrifying hallucinations.

Looking into its "true eyes" for too long can result in the victim's body becoming riddled with cancer at a later period in time, I.E developing prostate and skin cancer two years after the encounter. It takes roughly seven seconds of eye-to-eye contact (does not have to be constant) before the dormant cancer cells begin taking root.
The Magna Pater can only keep the Malocchio active for at most sixteen seconds, and cannot use it again until the same amount of time has passed. As an example, if it only uses it for ten seconds and then deactivates, then it must rest its eyes for ten seconds.

~Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio have their consciousness eternally bound to their physical state of matter. They gain a horrific form of immortality, doomed to live on forever in boundless agony as inert particles bequeathed unto the earth, lost to time and memory beneath the weight of the ages.

(A lesser, juvenile vampire)

Behavior: The Magna Pater is what one would first think of when the word "monster" comes to you in the dead of night.
It may be called if one completes a forbidden ritual detailed within the ancient tome of black magic known as De Vermis Mysteriis, but nary a being would consider doing such an obscene thing. It makes no noise, has no mercy, cannot be reasoned with, and lives only to drain the blood and devour the flesh of all living things it can bind within its greasy wings. It enjoys all manner of prey and is especially inclined to go out of its way to find toddlers and infants, but it is shy and despises the light. It prefers to remain in damp pitch-blackness, where no eyes can spy it and no light can fall upon it. When outside of its primary lair it lurks around graveyards, occasionally squirming through the wormy soil to feast upon the dead and decaying when no live meat is available.

("The dark side of life, and the horror of it, belonged to a world that lay remote from his own select little atmosphere of books and dreamings.")

It will frequently impregnate victims with its brood, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It will eat both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to purposefully inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as they had been before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it will never leave them. A variety of lifelong physical complications and psychological ailments can stem from a meeting with it and it never stops pursuing its prey, even if they move far away. It will also track down any living thing that leaves its scent on a victim. This leads to the Magna Pater consuming the families of those it hunts, along with anyone those families had come into recent physical contact with. Though one may travel often and abroad, once the Magna Pater has chosen a victim their fate is inevitable. It could take days, weeks, months, even years, but eventually on some cold and moonless evening one will awaken to see a sticky face with dead eyes peering through their bedroom window.


(Drawing found in the desk of ten year old Vidya Singh, who went missing in Kanpur, India, two months after claiming to have seen a demon in his backyard.)

History:

Once in a millennium is a creature born, a living horror known as the "Magna Pater". The progenitor of monsters, the true genesis, the harbinger of loss, ancient and terrible. Only one has ever lived at a time, for it is greedy and does not abide its own kind, but always has one lived. It is the alpha of its virtually nonexistent subspecies, devouring its own normal young at birth. Only when the lone alpha dies is a new one conceived. It travels far and with little preference, drawn to whatever realm has foolishly called it via black magic. Its race has seen and ended more civilizations than there are stars in the sky. In Sumeria it was worshipped as a cruel deity to which countless sacrifices were made. In this lifetime does a special one exist, the most dreadful of its kind to have ever been. Even the most vile of devils would balk at associating with it. Like each Magna Pater before it, it wields the unique capacity to share the sight and manipulate the will of its subspecies, an apocalyptic abnormality which it very rarely abuses. It treasures the world, but only for the sadistic pleasures it can derive from bringing pain and grief to other living things.

Though it lingers not permanently on this planet, it is anchored here during times of inactivity. It haunts the secret places deep below ground, amidst a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. It slumbers upon a towering mountain of soggy bones, the bones of children, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. Those who enter this wretched domain, where the blue sky transitions into a black void, do so at the risk of becoming yet another skeleton upon which the Magna Pater may sleep, with their loved ones soon joining them.

Theme Music:

The Memory Remains (Sky Dancer Vs. Gonad)

@Everett

Despite Gonad's strength, he had tact to spare. His mercies were plentiful but measured. The first time around he had been testing his opponent's martial skill and providing him with an opportunity to take up arms. Again now Gonad would do so, but in a much more blatant manner.

As Sky approached for the second time, Gonad would unfold his burly arms, allowing them to hang at his sides. Sky would be able to feel it. A premonition, talismanic in its power. A creepy-crawly feeling that if he attempted to land a body shot, his face would be beaten five kinds of ugly before it met the floor of the bouncy castle.

If he could read body language with such skill, then Sky would certainly be able to tell that Gonad had been jabbed at more times by more dead men than there were fish in the sea. This was throwing a bottle of kerosene into a fire and expecting to put out the flames. Everything in the barbarian's lean, relaxed posture said, "How much morphine will it take to mercy kill this one at Hope Hospice?"

What occurred next would depend entirely upon whether or not Sky went through with his frontal assault.