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GLASS PRISON (Chico Vs. Xil Gil)

@Athinar

Xil Gil had indeed been about to say something, having even begun twirling an index finger to accentuate some snobby remark. He then staggered back as bullets pounded against his body, maroon blood spattering from multiple skin-deep holes. His designer coat and undershirt were torn apart as easily as tissue paper, revealing a skinny but unusually chistled upper body criss-crossed in at least two-dozen places by long suture scars.

That kind of rifle could rip a normal man's arm off. Xil Gil, not even close to normal, began quickly pacing towards Chico, the crableg latching mechanisms on his feet digging into the ground and preventing the hail of hot lead from throwing him off balance. As he did so he extended both arms, palms open and in the rifle's line of fire.
He could tough out plenty of gunfire, but if enough bullets were to nail him, it could eventually start damaging his composite muscle fibers. Xil Gil's hands, though, were virtually invulnerable to bullets. They had to be, in order to allow him to squeeze nearly any material into putty.

He'd track Chico's aim with his hands as if they were a pair of tiny shields, trying to take as much heat away from his body as he could. There weren't any sparks, no. That's only in the movies. Instead it looked as if dozens of white smoke puffs were erupting from Xil Gil's hands.

All the while the cyborg slipped closer, he kept trying to yell something over the thunderous noise.

"SELF-DEFENSE!! SELF-DEFENSE!! I AM UPHOLDING MY RIGHT AS A CITIZEN OF THIS FINE STATE TO DEFEND MYSELF!!"

Yes. It was true. This was all taking place in Florida. Still a shit place in the future.

GLASS PRISON (Chico Vs. Xil Gil)

@Athinar

The foreman turned around to see who had addressed him. It was a foreigner, lanky and gawking, with thick spectacles and bad teeth. Of course. These types just couldn't keep their noses out of this. Foreman Louie had been commissioned by the board to make this city a place that people could live in again, and naturally some big corporation wanted the zone for another biomechanics factory instead. Well, not on his watch, not as long as the taxpayer's money was fueling his paycheck. The foreman stomped up to the foreigner and stared him hard in the face, hairy fists on his hips. The two were out in the midst of the massive dirt field, in full view of the entire project. Several baseball diamonds could have been drawn out in the arid dirt surrounding them. Plumes of dust rose from a few hundred yards away as the wall of a crumbling apartment was shoved down by a laser bulldozer. Yes, bulldozers with lasers. Why the hell not?

"I know what you're here for, moron, and you can take it and put it right up your asshole. Get the hell off-"

The newcomer interrupted, his voice a wheedling guttural mutter. He sounded almost like Mr. Bean.

"Oh dear... Are you threatening me?"

The foreman brought both fists up in front of Xil Gil's eyes, knuckles cracking.

"And if I am? I told you to get the hell out of here. Not you, or any of those other cronies will be fucking up my day job."

Xil Gil glanced around, protruding front teeth sucking on his bottom lip. Several workers were watching, most of the rest weren't. This sort of thing had probably occurred more than a few times before. At any rate, they were witnesses. The foreman had just delivered a threat. Surely this meant one could be justified in fearing for their well-being. In the name of self defense, Xil Gil took a sudden, sharp step forwards and embraced the foreman, taking him into a bear hug as if he were an old friend.

"Wha-, get the fuck off me you slimy little faggot! I'll- AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHH!! EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Insults became agonized bellows. Bellows transitioned into high pitched monkey screams. With a curt twist, Xil Gil finished separating the foreman's upper thoracic vertebrae from his lumbar, before efficiently pulling most of the man's spine from his back, ribs and muscles snapping as unstoppably powerful fingers clipped them as easily as pericardial shears.

"Sorry old horse. You were going to hurt me, weren't you?"

GLASS PRISON (Chico Vs. Xil Gil)

Xil Gil

Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg

Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on, and always wears long sleeve shirts in public. From about the middle of his forearms down, his skin tapers into black, zig-zagging wires and nodes which thicken into his fully mechanical hands, a flexible brown polymer coating the metal. This polymer feels and closely resembles what one might (falsely) guess to be some strange mix of leather and rubber, allowing Xil Gil's hands a protective covering just firm enough to pass for human skin when he has his gloves on.

Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.

Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, born in the year 2256. He had lousy showings in school and at home, not being the brightest bulb in the basement. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Mexmerica (don't ask) and found work at the leading biomechanics organization. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.

People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of the corporation, some quite famous, just vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.

Abilities: Xil Gil uses his hands almost exclusively. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush an engine block in his grip as if it were Styrofoam. He can give industrial steel girders Indian sunburns or rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.

Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his monster grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. He can endure more damage than a Caterpillar tractor, able to withstand continuous automatic gunfire and shrug off the frenzied teeth and claws of a grizzly bear. His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which counters the effect that technology disrupting junk has on his circuitry. Microwaves and ions and all that jazz. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator. The primary difference is that he still has most of his human organs, and so he can't quite survive being blown in half or guard himself from a shockwave fierce enough to liquify his fleshy parts. Yes, he also needs to breathe and can be poisoned. His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another reason. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain (in its shock-proof skull) also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like. He can perceive motion well enough to be able to evade a world champion boxer's punches without needing to take a step in retreat, snatch arrows out of flight, and identify the precise moment that a finger tenses to pull a trigger.

If Xil Gil finds himself in a tight spot, he can pull out a few mean stops. If given several seconds, he can open up his body's task manager and change his system processes, temporarily devoting all of his processing power into creaming the opponent before him. His reaction speed spikes even further and he no longer has any wasted movement. He becomes capable of extraordinary feats of agility and coordination.



Lastly, he can take his gloves off and latch a set of clawed braces onto his hands. In doing so he betters his chances of snagging careless victims and can use his deadly fingers like shivs, except few shivs if any can punch through cinderblocks as easily as the digits of Xil Gil.

Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced fighters can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy if they have the firepower required. He's also a bit of a dimwit, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie.

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GLASS PRISON (Chico Vs. Xil Gil)

Arena: City in Construction



The remnants of a destroyed city being reconstructed.

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Arena Chat Thread

@Athinar

Heavy armor is probably the best balance. If Chico goes all Solid Snake, he'll easily be able to sneak up and put a hole through Xil Gil with a railgun. However, if Chico plays around without armor or heavy weaponry, he'll be as good as dead the moment Xil Gil catches up and gets close to him.

I think the characters should start off fighting casually, not using their full power until they realize it'll be needed. Otherwise either character may die really fast, given the opposing natures of each fighting style. It'd be purely a matter of Chico trying to take down Xil Gil before Xil Gil closes the distance on him, and I'd rather have us warm up to that instead of getting down and dirty right off the bat.

Anyways, I'll make the thread now!

Arena Chat Thread

@Athinar

Chico looks like he can take on Xil Gil. For the setting, how about this?



The remnants of a destroyed city being reconstructed. Xil Gil's superiors want the land for themselves, so they've tasked him with sabotaging the project in order to coerce officials into allowing them to purchase the site.

Except...

The officials have expected this, and hired Chico in advance to safeguard the workers. The two hired tough guys clash in a way most spectacularly violent.

𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕊𝔸𝔾𝔸 𝕆𝔽 𝕍𝕀ℕ𝔻𝔼ℝ𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃

@Mag Lev

Here goes!

Arlo Joffen

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That Bloody Peasant

Name: Arlo Hedgewick Joffen
Aliases: Joff
Age: 42
Race/Ethnicty: Human
Place of Origin: Havarth
Gender: Male
Class/Job: Farmer

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Stats

Though we will not be rolling dice for feats, this will give a base line to run off of for your character. Max for any stat is 20, average is 10. You have 75 stat point to assign between the six stats.

Strength: 20
Dexterity: 12
Constitution: 20
Intelligence: 4
Wisdom: 6
Charisma: 2

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Physical Attributes

Height: 5'11"
Weight: 190 pounds
Build: Sturdy and rugged.
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Skin Tone: A mite tan.
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: None notable.
Day To Day Attire: A basic tunic, nothing special. It's often dirty.
Strengths: Max of 3

[*He's been working hard in the fields all his life, and as such has considerable stamina and a formidable practical strength.]
[*He's too stupid to be afraid of most things. This can work to his advantage if, say, an angry giant isn't expecting Joff to be dumb enough to actually run up and stab it in the eye with a hay baler.]
[*Joff is a very hard worker. If he can't get what he wants right off the bat, then he'll just keep on trying until he eventually gets it.]

Weaknesses: Minimal of 3

[*Joff lacks an expert's skill at fighting. He's been in a few scraps with other farmers, but that's it. He doesn't know what he's doing most of the time.]
[*He's too stupid to be afraid of most things. This can suck if he, for example, charges at a mad chimera and it rips his head off without hesitation.]
[*Joff has terrible social skills. He's annoying, ignorant, and rude.]

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Psychological Attributes

Stubborn * Bold * Ignorant * Tactless

Sexuality: Joff takes what he can get.
Relationship Status: His wife died of blood farts, so he's single and loving it.

Personality: Joff is like a honey badger in human form. He's a single-minded creature living off the fat of the land, working day and night just to make a living. He is stuck in the old ways and would sooner trek halfway across a frozen continent barefoot than allow some big fanny duke to talk down at him. He has a mean streak running a mile long, and from his point of view every slight is an offense to be avenged. Step on one of his crops? He'll step on your toes. Bump into him? He'll bump his fist into your crotch. Send him an angry letter from a distance kingdom? He'll throw it into a bonfire because he can't read it, and then travel all the way to your damned house by way of mule in order to kick your door down for being more educated than him.

He has a farmer's lust in addition to the native hard-headedness, and is perfectly willing to satisfy any female that flirts with him, be she human or elf or fairy or dragon, so long as she is sentient enough to smile and wave. Joff's simplicity is so extreme that he also tends to take most things said quite literally, even if it has been explained to him multiple times what "irony" is. Having no concept of irony, he has no qualms about laying siege to his opponents with farmyard implements that one would never expect to be of use in combat, such as dried corn, logs, hogs, pots, rocks, pitchforks, ect.

Habits: Minimal 2

[*Attempts to get lucky with every female he meets.]
[*Blindly attacks any foe.]

Hobbies: Smoking a pipe whilst staring menacingly at people.
Fears: 3 real fears that make your character unhinged

[*Gays]
[*A poor harvest]
[*Not being able to find a pitchfork when he needs one.]

Likes: 6 minimal

[*Females]
[*Good harvests]
[*Stabbing foes with a pitchfork]
[*Glaring at people]
[*Smoking his pipe]
[*Surveying a fertile land]

Dislikes: 6 minimal

[*Gays]
[*Poor harvests]
[*Missing pitchforks]
[*Females that refuse his advances]
[*Noisy animals]
[*Anything that threatens him.]

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Skills

A listing of skills, such as horseback riding, and natural abilities, such as night vision - this also includes any racial edges

• Skill: Farming
• Skill: Being a distraction
• Skill: Manual labor

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Magic

A listing of spells, their descriptions - casting times, elements needed to cast, expected damage, any draw packs to casting

• Spell: He's a &^%$ing farmer.

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Possessions

Possessions Generally On Person: Clothing, coin purse, money, etc

• Item: Bag of coins
• Item: Several ears of corn
• Item: Pipe and various forms of tobacco
• Item: Many bags of seeds
• Item: Hobnailed boots
• Item: A cow that tows a cart with his tools in it

Weapons: Personal weapons, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Hoe
• Item: Pitchfork
• Item: Grubbing axe
• Item: Asparagus knife
• Item: Plow
• Item: Sickle

Armor: Base armor only, no magically enhanced items

• Item: Farmer's tunic

Animals: He has a cow.

• Animal: A black and white dairy cow.

Pack Contents: What do you carry in your pack when traveling
>list]
[*] Item: Seeds, coins, pitchfork strapped to his back, corn, seeds, tobacco products.
Magical Items:

• Item: None

Potions: Premade or prepurchased potions

• Item: None

Creation Materials: Anything used to brew potions or for alchemy

• Item: None

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History

Parents: Dead from dysentery.
Siblings: Dead from dysentery.
Childhood: Dead from dys- Oh, wait, no. he had a childhood. He spent it farming, The End.
Adulthood: He spent it farming.
Special Moments: The time he stuck a mountain troll up the ass with a seed dibbler, and the time he slept with a frost goblin.
Current Events: Somebody stole Joff's fattest pig. He has no leads and no idea what happened, but he knows what he must do. Scour the land far and wide until he finds his pig.

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Extras

Character Quote: "Roite, you took me pig then you fartly git!!"
Theme Song:
Aura Color: Joff's aura is brown and sticky looking, like mud and crap.
Scent: Farm animals and nicotine

Arena Chat Thread

Finally made a new character after a casual roleplay struck me with inspiration. Who will be the first to take on the awkward-but-lethal British cyborg known as Xil Gil, hmmm!?

Xil Gil

Name: Xillian "Xil Gil" Giles
Age: Thirty-two
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg

Appearance: Xil Gil by all means appears to be a douchebag's rendition of a quintessential, stiff-gaited British salary man. He stands six feet tall, 180 pounds (He looks like he should weigh less, but you know, he's full of metal shit), with coke bottle glasses, tidy hair, and tea-stained teeth. He is never seen without a pair of black gloves on, and always wears long sleeve shirts in public. From about the middle of his forearms down, his skin tapers into black, zig-zagging wires and nodes which thicken into his fully mechanical hands, a flexible brown polymer coating the metal. This polymer feels and closely resembles what one might (falsely) guess to be some strange mix of leather and rubber, allowing Xil Gil's hands a protective covering just firm enough to pass for human skin when he has his gloves on.

Personality: Xil Gil comes across as a character you'd see in Monty Python. Everything about him screams "awful British humor". He's well-mannered but prone to accidental offences, a true upper-class twit. He enjoys the little things in life, and decidedly avoids discussions of a complex nature. Xil Gil is shallow and superficial, his quirky tidbits doing nothing to alleviate the unbridled cruelty with which he visits upon those his employers deem "troublesome". If anything, one could call Xil Gil a Bondian henchman and be right on the money.

Bio: Xillian Giles had a fine upbringing in (formerly) Great Britain, born in the year 2256. He had lousy showings in school and at home, not being the brightest bulb in the basement. Despite his poor aptitude he proved himself to be a hard worker and managed to claw his way into the Ministry of Defence, secret service. Hmm? His childhood? Not everyone has interesting childhoods, least of all little English turd tukeys. Trust me, it's boring. After a few years he migrated to Mexmerica (don't ask) and found work at the leading biomechanics organization. They appreciated his talents, and did their best to put him to good use. He was fitted with cybernetic enhancements and told to discreetly kill those that undermine the company. An assassin? No. A mercenary? Not that. You've gotta call it what it is, the lable on the can. They helped Xil Gil to become a murderer.

People began disappearing at a greater rate than before. Opponents of the corporation, some quite famous, just vanishing into thin air. Every force has its Red Baron. The one that people learn to fear. Is Xil Gil feared? Let's just say that he can get an empty table at any restaurant, at any time.

Abilities: Xil Gil uses his hands almost exclusively. His mitts are completely robotic, and their strength is such that he can crush an engine block in his grip as if it were Styrofoam. He can give industrial steel girders Indian sunburns or rub a quarter between two fingers and reduce it to warm shavings. The raw power of his pinching phalanges can make an industrial hydraulic press wet in the panties. The high tension single-atom filament muscle fibers and fiber optic nerve cables situated throughout his entire body serve only to make his paws as ridiculously strong as possible. Most of his frame is, metaphorically speaking, a pulley-system that powers his hands and wrists.
This being the case, it should be obvious why he likes to shake hands in dark alleys.

Since most of the sinew and bone in his body is interwoven with composite metals to power his monster grip, Xil Gil is quite the tank. He can endure more damage than a Caterpillar tractor, able to withstand continuous automatic gunfire and shrug off the frenzied teeth and claws of a grizzly bear. His innards are studded with electrostatic transformers that create a field which counters the effect that technology disrupting junk has on his circuitry. Microwaves and ions and all that jazz. All in all, he's almost as tough to put down as the Terminator. The primary difference is that he still has most of his human organs, and so he can't quite survive being blown in half or guard himself from a shockwave fierce enough to liquify his fleshy parts. Yes, he also needs to breathe and can be poisoned. His feet are purely cybernetic like his hands, but for another reason. The circumference of his soles are flanked by retractable claws which can dig into concrete or seal against metal via magnetism. The primary purpose of this is to allow him to walk up walls to get at hard-to-reach victims and maintain sure footing in combat.
His brain (in its shock-proof skull) also has a few chips in it that allow him to process information at a faster rate than what a normal human is capable of, juicing up his reflexes real good-like. He can perceive motion well enough to be able to evade a world champion boxer's punches without needing to take a step in retreat, snatch arrows out of flight, and identify the precise moment that a finger tenses to pull a trigger.

If Xil Gil finds himself in a tight spot, he can pull out a few mean stops. If given several seconds, he can open up his body's task manager and change his system processes, temporarily devoting all of his processing power into creaming the opponent before him. His reaction speed spikes even further and he no longer has any wasted movement. He becomes capable of extraordinary feats of agility and coordination.



Lastly, he can take his gloves off and latch a set of clawed braces onto his hands. In doing so he betters his chances of snagging careless victims and can use his deadly fingers like shivs, except few shivs if any can punch through cinderblocks as easily as the digits of Xil Gil.

Other: Despite Xil Gil's toughness and hand-to-hand killing power, he likes to avoid direct confrontations. He lacks the ability to deal with long-ranged attacks, and contrary to the public's perception of what a cyborg is capable of, he's actually no faster than a normal man. Yup, that's right. Xil Gil has no speed enhancements or guns. If you can outrun your average fit Brit, then you can outrun and most likely outmaneuver Xil Gil. Needless to say more physically balanced fighters can run absolute rings around him, and a good marksman can Kobe his ass from a hundred yards easy if they have the firepower required. He's also a bit of a dimwit, and can be outsmarted if somebody has the presence of mind to try and bluff him. The only conceivable way Xil Gil can nail a competent opponent is if he catches them unawares and grabs them before they can bolt. If he does manage to grab said opponent though, what usually follows is ghastly enough to make John Carpenter ralph in a baggie.

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The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@Terminal

Ha-Hey, thanks anyways though! It was fun being a part of this, and I look forward to the next contest.

The Twelve Labours: General Discussion

@Terminal

Hey, I uhhh... Skimmed over some of the rules when I submitted OPRAH NO!, and missed the part that said I had to give you permission to knock my name up next to my story. Can we fix that? Also, might I ask how to activate that Stygian title?