Doc Doctor

Looking for a battle that'll interest me.

@Winter Star12

Would either of your characters be a match for mine? Here's Gonad's profile.

Gonad Yaksplitter

Name: Gonad Yaksplitter
Title: The Lord of the Rising Sun
Age: 34
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 499 pounds
Boxing Reach: 92"
Shoe Size: 24
Race: Human
Eye Color: Hazel

Weapons and Equipment-

-His body.

-A set of thick six-kilo gilded steel bracers.

-A pair of three-kilo gilded steel gauntlets.

-A pair of two-kilo hide boots reinforced with steel.

-A tough, magical cloak that's impervious to heat and cold.

Appearance- Silhouetted against the burning passions of war, a figure stands tall, unmoving. His physique is as definitive as the gory victory with which his gruesome hands secure. Woven into his beard is a tapestry of blood, proclaiming the legendary tales of the countless scars adorning the sacred weapon, known as Gonad. For weapon he is, heated and hammered in the unquenchable fires of battle.

Pure unadulterated muscle. Lean muscle that ripples under his flesh like the waves of the ocean. He has muscles on his muscles. Feet Muscles. Finger muscles. Gooch muscles. A grisly body resembling tanned granite that might as well have been chiseled by the gods. Bulging veins, thick and course. Tendons like steel cords. Fingers like blunt iron rods. All of his digits are tipped with rugged nails honed into calloused claws from years of gouging and climbing. Long, sinewy limbs crafted for naught but the deliverance of phenomenal destruction. His enormous yet supple frame moves with a primal grace, the likes of which are comparable only to the untamed beasts of the wild.

His body is riddled with the innumerable wounds left by his combative livelihood. There are hundreds upon hundreds. Where the scars do not cover his body, coarse manly hair, thick and strong like steel wool, does.
He boasts a great dark gray beard speckled with the blood and bone flakes of his foes, flowing down his freakishly striated chest in thick, oily waves reminiscent of the River Styx. From it emanates the very stench of death and graverot, every bit as inescapable as his piercing glare. Within his single eye resides an undying flame, sizzling hotter than the arse-winds of Satan himself.

Personality- What attributes the primal organism known as "Gonad" bears are no different than the attributes of mother nature herself. Blood-tinged Westerlies carving jagged sluices along the tepid surface of a great and mysterious ocean, whose calm demeanor belies a vast and terrible capability. The wisdom of towering snow-capped mountains, whose interminable experience has been honed over countless millennia of wear and tear. The trepid balance between predator and prey, animal and man, intermingling to form a singular amalgamation of virile life. And yet, he maintains a feature apart from nature. Self-awareness. He lives only for pushing the boundaries of human strength and spirit, forcing himself beyond the utmost limit in extreme combat. He fears not death, nor pain, nor loss, for it is from these things that the vigor and strength of true manhood and honor spring. He revels in the pain, luxuriates in death, and basks in loss. He never will engage in dishonorable practices such as deception, and will not tolerate an unfair fight. Though he may oftentimes appear a comical fool, Gonad is truly just a simple man who very rarely premeditates an action, instead acting from the heart and without hesitation, following only the voice of his soul.

Abilities/Skills- Revered by many as the greatest warrior to have ever lived, Gonad boasts tremendous dynamic and static strength and is capable of overpowering virtually any foe near his size. His base strength is roughly equivalent to that of a large grizzly bear, his speed that of Bruce Lee crossed with Usain Bolt. Above all else the strength in his hands is legendary, and so far no foe, living or dead, has succeeded in breaking his grip. He fights through experience and instinct, capable of reacting to attacks through muscle memory before he consciously registers them. He witholds a vast array of rare and lethal wisdom and is said to know of over one-thousand ways to kill with his bare hands. What's more, Gonad is the supreme master of his own body and can control its functions at will. He uses the full potential of his musculatory system, is able to constrict blood vessels to keep from losing fluids, and can transmit senses other than sight through his visual cortex, along with every other kind of mind over body feat possible. If it's in 'Ripley's Believe It or Not' or 'Guinness World Records', Gonad can do it.

Gonad is a grandmaster of the berserker arts and has an effectively limitless tolerance for pain. If need be, he can, just as expected, go berserk. When he does he can generate such speed and strength that his own muscles can tear themselves from his bones, performing at nearly twice his normal abilities. When combined with the ability to create self induced hyposthenia within his body, bringing his muscles to the ultimate point of relaxation, Gonad can then contract them with the greatest amount of force that is physically possible. At the cost of having his very bones shatter from the overwhelming might of his own blows, Gonad can unleash attacks of such immensity that any entity on the receiving end of a direct hit gains an immediate and intimate understanding of what it feels like to be the fetus in a Mexican abortion. In other words, going berserk increases Gonad's offence at the cost of his defense. His blood flows much faster (hastening blood loss), he becomes considerably more aggressive (henceforth reckless), and his attacks are just as likely to inflict damage to himself as to the opponent due to the physical strain.

Background- They say when the Barbarian called Gonad Yaksplitter was born, he came into this world bearing a full and mighty beard and had the equivalent muscles of a shaved adult yak. He was born on the battlefield, his infantile but well defined body gushing forth from the womb of his mother and landing in a puddle of blood that had been pooling from the corpse of a nearby enemy. It was in this way that Gonad had first been christened with the blood of his enemies. His mother, Chukka, had broken both legs in the battle and only she and her newborn son had survived the disastrous conflict. It had been a Barbarian war party, sent out from Gonad's home village which lay fifty-five miles East.

Chukka was forced to crawl back using her hands and teeth, bearing Gonad on her back. Only by sustaining young Gonad with the meat of her placenta and the warm milk from her breasts was she able to keep him nourished during the arduous trip back. Using the prodigious length of young Gonad's beard, she was able to fashion a makeshift diaper to keep him from soiling her back. After two months, they managed to return to the village, much to the great joy of Chief Jarvi. Upon being shocked at the sight of Gonad's beard-diaper being removed, he promptly named muscular Gonad after his hefty namesake, and renamed their village after the miracle child. For many ages the Village of Gonad has been renowned for its strength, most often migrating around in the deep Wilderness. Gonad's birth was the very culmination of generations of hard-earned might, his destiny pre-determined by the selective breeding of his ancestors. Their intent? To create the ultimate physical human. And so they did.

Since before he could walk, Gonad was made to train in the berserker arts with a relentless fervor that surpassed common sense. Nearly every minute of every hour of every day of his life he endured the most excruciating physical and mental training imaginable, his talent for unarmed combat pushed well beyond the boundaries of reason. He bears as many scars from his training as he does from battle. Gonad has participated in tens of thousands of battles, ranging from one on one bouts to full scale wars, and from his experience has even created his own fighting style, which he dubbed "Hefty Fist".

From the moment of his birth, he was made to perform rigorous excercises in order to develop his body as soon as possible. The full details of his training remain unknown for the most part, as the accounts of Barbarians are often muddled with myth. What is known are the basics of his regimen, from the date of his birth, to current day.

Age One: Gonad is regularly beaten with a wet strip of leather. Gonad is regularly held over stoked flames. Gonad is regularly given rodents, and encouraged to crush them in his hands. Gonad is forced to develop his upper body strength via unknown means, involving a two pound rock, a plank, a boot, and rope crafted from yak hair.

Age Five: Gonad is regularly taken several dozen miles into the wilderness before being abandoned and told to make his way back. Gonad is regularly brought into tribal wars, and claims to have had a double digit kill-count before his sixth year. Gonad is made to regularly consume the flesh of his fallen enemies. Gonad is regularly made to carry an eighty-pound rock upon his back. Gonad is regularly beaten with wooden staves whilst wrestling with his older peers in a pit full of yak dung. Gonad is regularly made to mate with older Barbarian women. Gonad is regularly made to strike rocks with his bare fists. In tribal wars, often many warriors are left mortally wounded on the battlefield, unable to recieve medical treatment. Though Gonad speaks freely of the kills he made in honorable combat, he rarely describes the many grievously wounded allies and enemies he was tasked with mercy killing. Several of his own brethren Gonad had to kill in this way, by snapping their necks.

Age Ten: Gonad habitually trains to the point of sweating blood. Gonad is regularly made to fight wild animals unarmed. Gonad is regularly beaten with iron rods. Gonad regularly splits burning logs with his crotch. Gonad is made to carry a one-hundred and eighty pound rock upon his back at all times. Gonad is branded regularly with hot irons. Gonad regularly spars with his peers in the catacombs underneath the village, where it is pitch black. Gonad is regularly made to punch yaks until they die of blunt force trauma. Gonad is regularly made to skin and disembowel said yaks with bare hands. It was at this time Gonad met Lukka, his first wife. An enduring custom of the Village of Gonad, the wife always fights her spouse tooth and nail on their wedding night during mating. The fight is no holds barred, and often severe and permanent injuries result from it. The winner of this matrimonial bout becomes the dominant partner in the relationship. To overpower your mate is known in the village as "taming" them. Gonad tamed Lukka on the first night of their marriage.

Age Fifteen: As per the requirements of the Village's manhood ritual, Gonad and his brother Testiculese were made to journey up the steep side of Black Wolf Mountain. The hike spanning several days, the two barbarians took turns carrying eachother upon their backs so that the one being carried would have a chance for rest, and the one carrying him would make up for his lack of effort. Up sheer cliffs, and through howling wind and freezing snow did Gonad carry Testiculese, and did Testiculese carry Gonad. With naught but their own bare flesh, they bore both the furies of nature and of the ravenous white wolf packs. After five days, they reached the summit, and together they struck down the terrible Alpha Wolf, an animal thirty feet in height. And then, back down again they went, the trip back to the base of the mountain taking another five days of hardship. Through these ten days in icy Hell, the bonds of brotherhood grew stronger than any metal that had ever been forged.

Age Twenty: Gonad claims to have had a triple digit kill-count and regularly strikes his face against rocks. Gonad regularly falls from twenty foot high cliffs. Gonad regularly takes mass beatings from his village as endurance training. Gonad regularly punches himself in the face. Gonad is made to tote a three-hundred and forty pound training rock at all times. Gonad regularly sets off on three-month long expeditions to seek strong opponents. It was at this time that Gonad created the "Hefty Fist" style of martial arts. By this time, Gonad had already met and tamed his second, third, and fourth wives; Chinga, Brokki, and Dronna, respectively.

Age Thirty: Gonad seeks immense physical stress by any means possible. He continues to go on three-month long expeditions from his village to seek out strong opponents. Gonad claims to have a quadruple digit kill-count. Gonad regularly carries a four-hundred and sixty-four pound training rock in his arms. Currently, Gonad has a total of eight wives, with the new additions being Thorungi, Krabbucka, Chugga, and Grukara. Over eight feet tall, and weighing nearly a quarter of a ton, Gonad's favored wife Chugga is both the strongest female and the second strongest warrior in the village. Having attended all of the tribal wars that occured in her lifetime, she herself had killed many men with her bare hands. Better known as the Seventh Wife of Gonad, she fought Gonad as viciously as any opponent Gonad had ever faced. It was by her hand that Gonad lost his left eye. Gonad was able to tame her after a bloody scrap that lasted over two hours.

As weakness had been beaten out of him at birth, it was not long before he became so well associated with hardship and pain that both feelings became an integral part of his personality. He enjoys agony and difficulty, and carries upon his shoulders the full weight of his village's pride and future. To Gonad, shame and fear are emotions that no longer exist. With adversity drilled into the very core of his being, through unimaginable effort he shaped his mind into an unbreechable iron hull filled with undepletable reserves of determination. Though not by any means distanced from other negative emotions, he still bears them with neither complaint nor angst and has never allowed himself to feel regret.

Gonad now travels the land endlessly, seeking nothing more than worthy opponents to fight. He fights for fighting's sake and for honor, the honor of both himself, and for the honor of those who are unable to defend themselves against the dishonorable.
He has seen countless wars, killed countless enemies, made countless friends. To recount the barbarian's many adventures would be an exercise in futility, for the blood wrought odyssey of Gonad transcends time and experience.

Trivia-

◾Gonad rarely calls people by their actual names, often using their physical appearance to give them a nickname such as Hood Man, Fancy Pants Lady, Pale Man, and Funny Beard. Those who have earned his utmost respect, however, are called by their true name.

◾Gonad's body is so well trained, that with muscle memory he performs isometrics in his sleep.

◾Gonad is almost entirely incapable of learning and/or doing anything that isn't related to combat, training, hunting, and women, the subjects in which he holds enough virtuosic ability to philosophize about. It took him two weeks to learn how to first use a doorknob, and he still hasn't learned how to read even a single word. He is utterly useless outside of his few areas of expertise.

◾Gonad is ambidextrous

◾Gonad's nose has been broken so many times, that all of the cartilage in it has deteriorated. He can push it completely flat against his face. He also has four false teeth crafted from ivory.

◾Gonad rarely travels via boat or ship, opting instead to swim across great bodies of water.

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Looking for a battle that'll interest me.

@Winter Star12

Do you have character sheets? I'm interested.

~Zande Khanda~

Zande Khanda

Name: Zande Khanda
Epithet: The Vulture
Age: 32
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 195 pounds
Boxing Reach: 84.5 in
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous
Race: Human
Class: Warrior
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Weapons and Equipment- Two twenty-inch, 3.6 pound bearded, clawed sparth axes with prongs and oiled sheathes for immediate, silent access, a weighted serrated knife with a foot long blade, two seven inch steel karambit knives on either side of his belt, eight seven inch steel throwing knives sheathed on his forearms, four to a forearm with the hilts alternating back and forth in direction, a blowgun and eight darts with inland taipan venom, three one-ounce leather pouches of spitting cobra venom, rubber soled boots with three eight inch steel claws on each foot, a slab of quarter inch steel over a chestplate, steel codpiece, large paldrons and bicep guards with protruding spikes that can stop and snag bladed weapons, steel shinguards that rise over his knees, underclothing made from scaled steel plates, a trained pet vulture acting as a spotter, a black steel war mask in the shape of a flat, ghoulish skull, and reinforced nine ounce fingerless iron gauntlets imbedded with cast iron bird skulls.

He wears a double edged mortuary sword on his right hip. The pommel nut consists of a sharp one inch spike.



Overall Length: 41''
Blade: 33 3/8''
Weight: 3 lb 7 oz
P.O.B.: 3 1/2''
Thickness: 4.8 mm - 3.2 mm
Width: 37.5 mm
Grip Length: 3 3/4''


(The axes "Hot Steppa", slang for Free Criminal, & "Jancro", slang for Vulture)

Appearance- Zande is a tall, lean man whose musculature is best likened to that of a starved jaguar. The dense, tube-like muscles adorning his long arms and legs allow him to exude a great air of physical prowess despite his wiry look. Unwashed dreadlocks hang over lurid, amber eyes whilst high cheekbones accentuate his abnormal jaw muscles, the feral aspect pushed even further by his sharpened teeth and fingernails. He wears the skulls of recent victims upon his belt and is never without his clawed boots and tribal mask. A skull and crossbones is sewn upon his cloak.

Physical Abilities/Skills- Zande's untamed strength is far greater than his appearance would suggest, albeit reasonably less than that of a formidable professional weightlifter. He can bench 330 and sprint at a peak of twenty-two miles per hour. His most impressive traits consist of his incredible biting and striking power. He hits like a lumberjack on PCP, and never neglects to train his jaws by chewing through blocks of wood and chunks of rubber, rendering him capable of chomping through an unhusked coconut in seconds. As he was raised a jungle wildman, he can scurry up and down obstacles with contemptuous ease and move with a silent swiftness comparable to his native brethren. He can interpret body language, read tells, and react to an opponent as quickly and easily as many legendary UFC fighters, like Jon Jones, Anderson Silva, Georges St. Pierre, Lyoto Machida, and José Aldo.

He's able to throw all of his weapons with tremendous speed, force, and accuracy.

Personality~ Despite looking like a lunatic 24/7, Zande comes off surprisingly chill. He'll greet strangers with nods and smiles, share food and drink on a whim, and help out passersby who seem in need. He affords everyone his good humor and generosity- even his victims, although his generosity doesn't extend to letting them live. He prefers to make friends with those he hunts, as Zande is actually emotionally sensitive beneath his harsh exterior.

He takes rejection badly, can't stand being the brunt of insults, is prone to nightmares over innocuously silly things (he has an incredible phobia of cats), and in general sways between being a relaxed, cold-blooded manhunter, and a manic depressive schizophrenic depending on how others treat him.

In battle, he blooms with a black passion which transmogrifies him into the killing machine that he is, a demon-brained predator who relentlessly chases down his prey. His psychotic rushdowns are legendary for both the consistency of their success and for their ability to force most opponents into a defensive lock, the threat of his wild axes preventing them from counterattacking or fleeing, bullying and grinding hapless opponents right into the ground until their shield and willpower crumples beneath the onslaught.

Background- In the darkest depths of a savage jungle wilderness, shrouded in dread Congo mysteries beneath a sky of eternal blackness, there existed a tribe of maneaters. One would think that there would be no bottom amidst the depths of their depravity. Yet, a young boy native to this landscape of monsters found it. The word "bloodthirsty" is often thrown about. However, no other description of Zande holds so true. He was exiled from his village for exceptional reasons and became a freelance mercenary and bandit leader, feared across the land. He's a cannibal and a headhunter, who seeks to further his reputation by collecting the skulls of formidable opponents. What about the rest you say? All the bloody details of his life? Nay. He has accomplished many feats, but a story like that of Zande's is monotonous in its repetition. He travels, he trains, he kills, he sleeps. Why worry about the details, bwana?


Looking out from the entrance to Zande's lair. The inside is remarkably large, yet with so little elbow room.

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~The Magna Pater~

The Magna Pater

"When at last he reached the well,
an eternity of black,
he was trapped in his own hell;
the mirror showed him looking back."

-Mathias Jansson, Door to Insanity-



Aliases: Marmappa (Translated to 'Dreamfather' in Tamil, first known name given to it by humans), The Sleeper of the Clandestine, Shasheuss-Gux (Seminole), Salmu Pulhu (Sumerian), The Great Father

Species: Primal Nightmare

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

Age: 2,387 (Current Physical Form), otherwise timeless and unrestricted by the concept of age.

Appearance: The Magna Pater takes the form of a monstrosity with slime slicked, mottled brown flesh and no hind legs. Its only limbs are two craggy arms adorned with thickly webbed wings which start at the hands and annex down either flank halfway to the base of a powerful, gorgon-esque tail. The wings each bear thirteen additional clawed phalanges extending from the arms and flanks. It has three long, webbed fingers and a thumb on each hand, with the middle digit bearing a claw eight inches long. The other claws are half that length. The span of its grip is immense, to such an extent that were it to grab a woman about the waist with one hand, its fingers would nearly touch. Its head vaguely resembles the chiropteran caricature of a rubber hand puppet turned inside out, whose distinctly malleable features shift and bulge in cooperation with the unknown physiology operating beneath the flexible cartilage of its skull. The Magna Pater wears a dripping maw packed tightly with gruesome tombstone teeth, concealed beneath flabby lips most frequently pulled back into a sardonic, dog-like grin. Childhood fears, once long forgotten, echo dimly through unseeing, oily eyes. These features are accentuated by long, crinkle cut ears and wrinkled leaf nostrils. It has a sharp, hollow tongue which can extend four feet from its mouth, acting as a siphon to suck in blood. Dermal Lorenzini papulae, similar in appearance to the thousands of little tube-like legs on a starfish, coat its skin and may protrude when needed. When inactive the sensory buds retreat into the body, leaving the flesh spongy and pocked. Has a pair of retractable, double-jointed feelers on its muzzle just below the eyes which can't be seen when fully withdrawn. The feelers are two feet long and are made up of eleven cartilage joints. Hundreds of smaller inch-long antenna resembling twitching cricket legs haphazardly garnish the feelers from top to bottom, spreading when the feelers emerge and smoothing back when they retract. Both feelers taper into a split, forming two soft prongs at the end like the tip of a snake's tongue. Its ears, nostrils, and eyelids can fold and smooth down like vacuum seal flaps to prevent unwanted particles from gaining entry. In particular its eyes have nictitating membranes as an additional safeguard. An arrowhead-shaped fluke constitutes the tip of its tail, and can narrow or widen at will. It is an invertebrate, bearing no spinal column. From snout to tail base the Magna Pater is over eight feet long. The tail is eighteen and one-half feet, and each arm is six foot five to the wrist. It weighs in at a rough total of 387 kilos.

It has no reflection and both the monster's motion and form exhibit a surreal, lurid quality that offends the basic innermost sensibilities of any remotely natural or sane organism. Its overall appearance is so terrible that a single, clear sighting is stressful enough to turn the hair of a common man gray over the course of a single hair growth cycle, and white by the second. The effect itself depends on how well they've mastered their own fears, which refract through its eyes and flow unseen but not unfelt through its physical impression to form a subconscious insight within the victim, that they may know the Magna Pater is the vessel through which the worst of nightmares may be made both true and eternal.



Abilities

My Hider

~Resistance and Physical Output: It can withstand the hottest or coldest inhabited planetary environments, able to easily outlast and outperform any Earthly life form known to science. Its body temperature adjusts to match its surroundings, with the aid of specialized glycoproteins in both its fluids and body which produce immensely powerful antifreeze molecules. The only organism that approaches (but does not exceed) the Magna Pater's vitality is the tardigrade, a micro-animal able to withstand 6,000 times atmospheric pressure dynamically applied, endure 1,000 times the lethal radiation that a human can, and immediately undergo reactionary chemobiosis to become immune to deadly toxins. The Magna Pater has five pseudohearts behind its circulatory system, the only effective way of killing it being the destruction of the brain, which is buried beneath layer after layer of thickly wadded muscle and cartilage. Like a snake, any limbs separated from the Magna Pater's nerve endings will proceed to react to stimuli and be capable of independent motion for up to two hours. Most often this results in the severed limb maintaining a 'death grip' on something it has captured, or attempting to capture whatever touches it, via a reaction similar to the Palmar Grasp reflex found in babies. If the Magna Pater's head is severed, it can retain consciousness for up to two hours as well due to its self-controlled metabolism and ability to survive without oxygenated blood.
Its body is even naturally insulated against electricity, to the point of shrugging off multiple lightning strikes. Two billion joules of sustained electric energy gives it a cute tingly feeling even without mucous factoring in. It processes pain in a manner entirely different from Earthly creatures so that it doesn't experience physically or mentally distracting negative sensations. It knows when it's been hurt, and the knowledge itself is sufficient to influence its decisions.

It can physically dominate any creature in the animal kingdom, able to casually strangle elephants to death, separate their vertebrae, and twist their heads off, or yank the limbs off polar bears. It can run down a cheetah the way a cheetah runs down a gazelle, using the phenomenal might of its tail and arms to propel itself. It can sustain a high rate of strenuous activity for months on end and can fight without limit so long as it has a food source to draw energy from. As for the Magna Pater's physical durability, even without contracting its muscles to harden itself its body is tougher than an industrial tractor tire as per the physiology required to thrive in the deepest parts of the ocean and in space, withstanding a minimum of 1,000 times dynamic atmospheric pressure. When its muscles are contracted to full hardness, it can endure 6,000 times the pressure at the cost of its mobility being reduced to no more than a sixth of its maximum efficiency. It takes roughly three seconds for the Magna Pater to harden itself to this extent, and another three seconds to return to its standard physiology. It can isolate and contract individual muscles to harden specific points.

~Its dermal Lorenzini papulae function as electroreceptors and touch receptors, with twenty times the sensitivity of a human hand. It uses them for electrolocation to find the bioelectric fields of targets immune to sonar and infrared, detect electrical signals in muscles (permitting it to respond near simultaneously to the motions of its prey), follow hydrodynamic or aerodynamic trails, and to circumnavigate the globe. The range for detecting life forms via electrolocation is 1,200 meters, and the range to read their muscles is 600 meters. In regards to following dynamic trails, its range is 2,000 meters.

~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.

~Lungs: The Magna Pater has three crude lungs, whose purpose is not respiration but to aid in the generation of sound. It may imitate any sound it has heard before.

~Life: It can survive in any sort of atmosphere which supports life, or even in the vacuum of space. It gains energy from a form of oxygen independent phagocytosis, digesting biological matter to power its body instead of breathing.

~Stealth: Its mucous gums up and muffles any minor sounds it may make when sneaking, and the Magna Pater is utterly 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 kind of sixth sense. One may still detect it supernaturally, so long as said form of detection is directly based from sight, smell, hearing, taste, and touch. Sensory fields relying on electricity, magnetism, chi, telepathy, and the like are all wholly ineffective, even if the field is translated into one of the five senses by proxy. Sonar can detect the Magna Pater, because it directly relates to hearing. Seeing through the mind's eye, however, does not count as a direct correlation to sight. Rather than resulting in a blank spot in the midst of such a field, it would simply be as if the Magna Pater was never there.

~Heat pits: Can detect all forms of heat and energy, similar to infrared in snakes. This includes light itself. The heat pits are located on the inner linings of its mouth, nose, and ears.

~Fluke: The flexible broadhead fluke at the end of the Magna Pater's tail measures ten inches in length and five in width. It can narrow down to a stabbing point or flatten out almost to the sharpness of a blade. Just like the rest of the Magna Pater's body the fluke can soften or harden, and when hardened it can resist pressures upwards of 88,000 psi. At full swing it can bring down an oak tree and skewer a grown man like a fish on a pike.

~Tongue: Can draw in blood through a wound like an industrial vacuum cleaner, enabling it to drain a human body as quickly and thoroughly as a dehydrated fat kid with a juice box at lunchtime. The tongue itself is a powerful muscle that can choke victims to death, tipped with a hypodermic-like tip made of the same chitin as its claws. It can also squirt, inject, or spray pressurized blood and saliva, or launch its tongue out like a harpoon (in the manner of a chameleon) at speeds rivaling Major League baseball pitches.

~Natural weapons: Its teeth and claws are composed of a complex chitin and protein polymer, harder and sharper than a Humboldt squid's beak, capable of tearing apart or penetrating Kevlar bulletproof vests using static strength alone. It can lash out with its arms at a velocity of twice its typical travel speed from a stationary position. The speed of its tail can be increased by fifty percent, the speed of its arms doubled, and the arm strength quadrupled by applying the destructive power of its wings as if they were massive triceps, though this would prevent the wings from performing auxiliary functions. In this way it can also run twenty-five percent faster than it normal. The Magna Pater wields a bite force of more than four times that of the strongest recorded bite measured from a Nile crocodile. Its broad, spade-shaped molars and canines are perfect for shearing through bone and muscle. Its tail has around 200,000 muscles, flexible enough to delicately pick up small pebbles, strong enough to grind masonry stone to powder, and fast enough to accelerate to whip-like striking speeds from a stationary position, enough to break the sound barrier at the fluke. It can launch up to fourteen strands of mucous like a golden tailed gecko, with a range ten times that of its body length. Independant of its bodily mucous production, the mucous emitted by its tail in this manner can amount to up to eight liters of the substance being cast out at a speed of seventy miles per hour. It can control the force with which it ejects the mucous.



~Can freely bend its entire body like rubber or stiffen to become hard. It lacks bones, instead maintaining its shape through different varieties of tensile muscle and cartilage. It's entirely multi-jointed and able to twist any part of its body 270 degrees in circumference. It can stretch itself within reason, potentially gaining several extra inches of reach in a pinch, as well as 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.

~The Pull: The Magna Pater and the places it most often visits bear a quality that faintly arouses a victim's morbid curiosity when nearby. This doesn't work if one is aware of the monster's presence. As an example, were the Magna Pater to be waiting outside of a locked window, the victim may feel vaguely compelled to go to said window and look out, but not unlock the window after sighting the horror beyond it. The monster can decide whether or not a victim feels the "Pull". It has scarcely any effect on those with a strong will and a firm grasp of what is real, since the Pull is predominantly meant to snare children.

~Intelligence: Is highly sentient. It has more than two millennia of experience in its current form 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, and any excess food it eats is stored for later regeneration. It can hold up to 110 kilos of food in its stomach.

~Wings: The membrane of its wings is far tougher than Kevlar and can completely stop bullets from a .950 JDJ hunting rifle. The maximum wingspan of each arm, when stretched, is comparable in surface area to a queen size blanket, and the membrane itself is twice as thick as a padded backstop mat. The membrane is composed of specialized nerve and muscle fibers which can expand, contract and move freely with incredible strength, more than enough to hold and even break the bones of virtually any mortal creature it catches. As could be assumed from the crushingly powerful phalanges ridging the wings, they aren't at all meant for flight but to allow the monster to both guard against particularly dangerous attacks and to catch and smother prey. It can secrete vast amounts of mucous from the membrane just as it can from every other part of its epidermis.

~Dream Feelers: The Magna Pater's feelers function to receive dreams rather than such things as scents or sounds. When the feelers are fully extended, the Magna Pater can view the dreams of every creature on the planet. It can influence dreams, but the influence decreases the further one is from the Magna Pater. When within a thousand miles it can only very slightly alter a dream, almost imperceptibly. At three-hundred miles it can turn a good dream into an uncomfortable one, or make an uncomfortable dream into a nightmare. When the target is within a hundred miles, the Magna Pater can easily cause nightmares, and even night terrors, but can't entirely influence the contents of the nightmares or dictate exactly how they proceed. It can also wipe the memory of said dreams before the victim wakes up, and tell with perfect precision when the victim will awaken. Over the course of several months and with continuous pestering, it can impress early onset Alzheimer's and dementia onto a victim at this range.
When the Magna Pater is thirty miles or closer, it can manipulate dreams entirely and force the victim to witness any scenario it desires. Unless the target has immensely potent and self sustaining mental defenses set up to stop planetary-level psychics (psychics who can, in the least, influence events from across the distance of a large diameter planet), the nightmares may unequivocally result in the victim reverting into either a permanent vegetative state or violent lunacy, immediately losing their mind from fright as the Magna Pater fully claims them as a part of its transcendental nightmare. It can also inflict them with overnight Alzheimer's and dementia, entirely deteriorating their mental faculties over the course of a single dream. The Magna Pater's range may be limited to a thousand miles, but the concentration is in excess of planetary psychics. Furthermore, when the Magna Pater is in a state of stasis its reach is doubled.

~Sound: The Magna Pater can emit infrasonic and ultrasonic frequencies with incredible potency thanks to its specialized lungs and vocal organs. When just below the range of human hearing or at the limit of its vocal range, fifteen kilometers, it can make a typical male human feel uneasy, off-balance, and slightly nauseous. Within eighty yards it can match the frequency of a victim's eyeballs to create temporary blindness or gray spots, damage eardrums, induce vomiting, cause difficulty breathing and heavy drowsiness (can force an average man into unconsciousness after just few minutes), and severely affect balance to the point of the victim having great difficulty staying on their feet. At ten yards the effects can rupture eyeballs and eardrums, or even cause lethal cerebral hemorrhaging when used on the average male human.

~Stomach: As evidenced by its ability to immediately digest whatever it eats, the Magna Pater's stomach utilizes a lethal super acid that can dissolve any organic matter in mere seconds. Though typically this acid remains in the stomach, as the Magna Pater cannot mass produce its acid as easily as its saliva or mucous, it still weaponizes this asset. It can turn its stomach inside out to engulf difficult prey and digest them externally, a feat most consistently displayed by certain species of sea snails and starfish.

~Sex: The Magna Pater is able to mate with any organism larger than thirty kilos, regardless of gender or lack thereof. Its young are hundreds of malformed, inch-long worm creatures that die hours after squirming out of the victim's body through the skin. This ability has no biological prerogative, only instituted for the sake of cruelty.

~Mucous: The Magna Pater's most versatile and powerful asset. Its body mucous and saliva contain anticoagulant, cytotoxic, and bufotoxic properties. Those whom it bites or claws will suffer gradual necrosis, unstoppable bleeding, and fast-acting, nightmarish hallucinations. Supernatural forms of healing are drastically hindered where the Magna Pater's juices are concerned, the anticoagulant preventing even magic from clotting or regenerating blood cells, although the monster is immune to its own toxins.
The speed at which the bufotoxins take effect depends on how close the wound is to the head. As an example, were it to jab one of its claws into a large man, it would take roughly several minutes for the poison to take effect from a foot wound, and several seconds if the wound was near the head. Were the Magna Pater to inject a victim with its tongue (which can mass produce large amounts of saliva), even a blue whale would succumb in less than a minute if it were pierced in the center mass. The toxin has a median dose of (LD50) of 1.1–1.9 ng/kg, making it a top contender for the most potent toxin in the world.
The viscosity of the mucous can be regulated, allowing the Magna Pater to be extremely slippery or adhesive. The mucous at its stickiest can bind even the strongest of victims, deaden the momentum of impacts, and tear off the skin and muscle of any victims that are unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. It can solidify into a hardened form as durable as solid graphene, yet become omniphobic in the same second and cause large masses to slip and slide with but a single degree of elevation. The victim's flesh will always give out before the mucous does.
The mucous is flame-retardant, boasting a stupidly high melting point and repelling most structural changes instituted by outside forces. So long as it has the mucous to do so, it can endure military flamethrowers, oil fires, and even a napalm bombing. The mucous is scentless and masks odors, provides an extraordinarily high resistance to electricity due to its non-conductivity and insulating properties, and bears an extremely low freezing point to act as extra insulation against low temperatures. When at its stickiest, it bonds on a molecular level to whatever it touches. The Magna Pater's body is the sole exception, the only matter that the slime doesn't fuse molecules with. Instead the slime clings to the monster like a layer of glue, and is released from the Magna Pater's body when more layers of mucous are secreted beneath to uproot the first layer, which may or may not be set to phase change. In a word, this means the monster may "slough" off mucous to avoid compromising its motion if need be. It can create mucous whose molecular structure may change over a set period of time, sticky one second and slippery the next. A fourth of a second is the shortest amount of time these phase changes may occur and no more than four timed phase changes may be pre-instituted into a volume of mucous. There is no limit on how long a phase change may take, I.E, decades could pass before the mucous changes viscosity.

It can convert and secrete up to twenty percent of its body weight in mucous at a rate of 20 liters per second, provided the entire body is producing the mucous. It becomes significantly faster when empty (25% faster) and can regain the weight by eating.

~Malocchio:

Special Ability

It may use this power 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, a split second to avert their eyes. Those who see the Malocchio will see also a fragmentation of its true essence, and a connection will be made. It's a thoroughly foul experience with no proper comparison, though it could be (vaguely) referenced as psychic rape. Afterwards, each time the victim goes to sleep, they will 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 Pater to see with the eyes of its prey whenever it uses the Malocchio, 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. As it shares the sight of any victims cursed by the Malocchio, this enables it to mix and match the eyes of any marked opponents or claim new victims of the Malocchio by proxy, requiring them to merely look into the eyes of a victim whilst the Malocchio is active.
Furthermore, a victim of the Malocchio is highly subject to the Magna Pater's dream feelers. A thousand miles with the Malocchio is the same as three-hundred without, and so on.
The only way to break the Malocchio is to kill the Magna Pater's physical body.

The Malocchio 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 enters a 'waking dream' and may be immediately taken into the monster's nightmare, whereupon their mind is forfeit. If the bufotoxins haven't taken full effect then the victim will be considered only partially dreaming. The Magna Pater can influence these hallucinations with its dream feelers, but its degree of control depends on the progression of the toxins.

Looking into its 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. The Magna Pater is able to travel to any realm or dimension that withholds a victim of the Malocchio as well, by way of entering through their subconscious and manifesting nearby. It cannot use this to reach a victim it already shares a realm with.

Those that are consumed by the Magna Pater whilst cursed by the Malocchio are reduced to their "essential salts", or "sleep sand" within its body, the physical manifestation of their very being reduced to salt-sized particles. The amount of sand attained from a single victim is always a mite less than a half ounce, regardless of body size. Their consciousness is bound to these grains, and at the monster's whim it can excrete its victims dry through its hypodermic tongue and leave them to be forever lost in the earth as inert particles buried beneath the crushing weight of the ages, their last tormented memories and nightmares intermingling with the otherwordly virulence of the Dreamfather to form an intimate and inescapable hell. It may deposit the sand into the eyes of a victim to induce slumber, or if the victim lacks eyes, the Magna Pater may simply inject them with the sand or put it into a different orifice. After the sand makes contact with the eyes, the victim loses consciousness after nine seconds. Any other method will always result in the victim losing consciousness after thirteen seconds, because the sand dissolves more readily with intraocular fluid than blood. If the sand is pre-dissolved in intraocular fluid, it will put the victim to sleep in four seconds upon being introduced into their body. The victim's motor functions and cognitive abilities degrade with every passing moment. 1/25 of a gram is the minimum amount that needs to enter the victim's body. The Magna Pater can only hold the sand of a single victim at a time and it always keeps the sand of its last victim in reserve.

Behavior/Personality: The Magna Pater is what a child thinks of when the word 'monster' occurs to them for the first time in their life during dead of night, the shadow of a warning cast by nature itself in synchronicity with the presence of a lifeform within its atmosphere that should never have existed. 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. Despite its incalculable intelligence, it never makes any attempts to genuinely communicate with victims. It has no desire for social interaction or personal expression, being a life form beyond both concepts.

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. Areas that it has frequented for many years are imbued with a multitude of bad vibes, as could be felt in a grievously haunted house. Its lairs are moreso thickened with an underlying feeling of unreality, as if partly submerged in an eerie, malleable fantasy.


("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 frequently impregnates victims, keeping them alive until its malformed young are birthed. It often eats both the victim and the young, doing these things not for food but to inflict prolonged torment. The few who come into contact with it and live may never be the same as before, for above all else it is a creature of persistence, a malady made mobile. Even if one leaves the Magna Pater, it'll 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, regardless of where they may travel. 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:


The Magna Pater is a reincarnating, primal demon who is the physical manifestation of an ethereal creature originating in and as a part of an eternal non-Euclidean nightmare bridging the boundaries of possibility, reality, and unreality. It takes the true form of a sentient nexus made from the bad dreams of gods once dreaded, but now long forgotten, gods that have never been affiliated with a human realm. Imagination that outlived its creators, took root in itself, and began infiltrating other universes on a quantum scale. Its influence was subtle, but strong. The eleven dimensions theorized by science couldn't have plunged the depths of the nightmares it inflicted, but there was a catch.

The only factor limiting the creature's power was the strength of each universe's reality, and the potency of its dreamers. It had to follow the rules of a universe to gain access, and only then could begin slowly oozing between the lines with power gained from fear and pain, dissolving the barriers keeping it from flooding in completely. It did so by initially taking on a physical form acceptable by the dimensional and natural laws present, albiet one perfectly made to submit other lifeforms to its will as efficiently and horrifically as possible. Through this physical presence it may gradually weaken the webbing keeping it out, its physical avatar altering reality bit by bit until the continuum breaks and it makes that reality its own, laying claim to every resident in mind, body, and soul.

The universe it found Earth in was different, stronger than any it had ever encountered. Humans, it soon learned, were special. Three dimensional animals on the cusp of the fifth dimension of possibility, governed by the fourth dimension of time, with such potential to learn yet still gain nothing. Humans became like catnip to it, with their incredible self awareness and imagination. It concentrated most of its being into probing Earth, releasing its stranglehold on centillions of other realities in order to better feel and enjoy this prize. As it turned out, the monster was petty, and its ambitions shallow. It grew to treasure the Earth, if only for the cruel pleasure it felt in bringing grief to living things. Each human mind was its own microcosm of insecurities and negativity so satisfying, so complete, that the monster grew complacent, became a hedonist of sadism, and no longer sought to take even one more universe, not when it had found the perfect organisms to torture, one at a time.

So, it became aquainted with mankind. The oldest literal translation of the creature's name, and the name of the nightmare (for it resides within itself) is that of the "Dreamfather". The ancients avoided mention of its mortal titles in fear of drawing its attention from afar, instead referring to it as "The Sleeper of the Clandestine".
In Sumeria it was worshipped as an obscure and obscene deity to which countless sacrifices were made. Before the Seminole Wars it was dreaded by the Creek Indians, who gave it many names and forms, as it was too wicked a thing to exist under any one description. Miracles died slowly and magic became fantasy, for even the most vile of supernatural beings balked at remaining on Earth with the Dreamfather made flesh. Many tried to slay it over the centuries, and now and then its terrestrial form did die, but it was beyond the concept of finite.

In mortal death it can live again when one-hundred years of incubation within its true form has passed, though it can't retain the memories of its previous life, for in our universe birth means new life is created, not old life preserved. Only can the Magna Pater be permanently stopped if its pneuma, its true state of being, is destroyed or sealed away. Though it's nigh impossible to destroy the full entity, which in and of itself exists in abstract form, the Magna Pater can be ultimately contained and potentially trapped forever by capturing its pneuma, which leaves its eyes when it dies, in a stone of turquoise weighing at least five pounds. Turquoise was regarded by Aztecs and Native Americans alike to be the holiest of stones, and infinitely more potent than a woven dreamcatcher at stifling nightmares. Such is the truth. When filled with the pneuma of an entity like the Magna Pater, turquoise becomes everlasting, immune to degeneration from time. The monster may still be set free if a being of sufficient power breaks the stone, though such a being would require spiritual energy greater than what is currently held by the entire human race combined.

It typically lingers deep in the Everglades, bedding itself in the state nicknamed 'God's Waiting Room' because of Florida's high population, their American disillusionment to genuine distress (third world countries aren't as enjoyable, since their denizens are already well familiar with horror), and the heavily suppressed anxieties of the old and dying, and the half considered worries of those around them. In Florida it had found a place to drop anchor, only, anchors tend to move from time to time. It's a concept rarely reckoned with except in bedside yarns spun by superstitious housewives of the old country. A mother who fears that should her twins venture out past the tree line where the porch light ends to play hide and seek, one of them might go missing while the other one, too late, realizes that it's no longer a sibling they're hiding from. Yes, mothers fear for their children. Out in the sticks, boys explore. It's what they do. They adventure, following wherever a fancy may lead. Out into vacant lots, under railways and through the boonies. Sometimes boys find small caves and cracks large enough to crawl through. These are hidey holes, but few boys hide in them. Always, the reason is because the possibility exists that the hidey hole is occupied. Cougars? Snakes? Yes, very often that's the case. Mother says to watch out for animal dens.

Sometimes, though, just sometimes...

There might be a hidey hole that wasn't there before, or isn't there anymore. One that travels. An opening to another place, a lonely place with a voice all its own. A crevasse five feet long and three feet wide. A soft wind churns out of the icy nether, a subterranean current that tousles the hair. It smells of mildew. Even a brave boy can hesitate, but the call of the secret is strong. It knows you by name, it beckons with fantastic mysteries. A lure, but not of the kind men set to catch fish. This lure pulls you down, not up. The blue sky transitions into a black void. It is too tight a fit to turn around. You can only back out, and all the while choose to either stare ahead or shut your eyes. To continue is to encounter a winding network, a sweating labyrinth of dolomite tunnels whose dimensions are identical to playhouse tubes. Some stretch for a hundred miles or more. Each one leads to the same place, and never back the way you came. The longer you remain in the tunnels, the more drunk you become. Your bearings fade, until there is naught but a dream of disorientation. The deeper you crawl, the more an oozing sweetness like that of a putrefying wound tints the air. Echoes so distant and dim that they could have been mistaken for tricks of the imagination trickle along the damp walls. Sooner or later, all will reach the end.

For some it takes days, others minutes. Always they wind up in the lair. One-hundred and fifty feet high and three miles in diameter. Hulking stalactites and stalagmites bear witness to the supreme age of the chamber, a lichen hellscape of death and graverot. For all the lair's imposing size, every inch of the floor is concealed deep beneath a disorganized carpet of skeletons, wet with moss. Every other surface seems powdered with a strange talcum dust, whose scent is not a physical thing, but scarce, indecipherable emotions. In the middle, looming in the distance, is a hillock whose pinnacle nearly reaches the ceiling. At this point the muddled dream ends, and what feels to be a sick hallucination born from a lucid fever begins. The Sleeper of the Clandestine slumbers upon a towering butte of soggy bones, the bones of children, reigning over its decaying empire on a haphazard throne several thousand lives thick. It's too dark to see anything. You cannot see when the dread form, glazed over with black corpse moss, starts moving for the first time that year. Like ancient clockwork gears, like a reptile out of the cold, it needs to wind up, warm up, shrug off the drowsiness of hibernation. It always moves slowly at first, even clumsily. Bones can be heard rolling down the hill as the Sleeper stretches. Now and then it speaks, or seems to speak.

"Journeys end in lovers meeting."

-Shakespeare, Twelfth Night-

-Shirley Jackson, The Haunting of Hill House-

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@Tristwich

Once Merca and Zeb set up that new combat guild, there'll be plenty of tutors for you. Teachers will be assigned.

~Catskull Maclung~

Catskull

Name: Catskull Maclung
Age: 33
Height: 6'4"
Weight: 246 pounds
Boxing Reach: 80.0 in
Race: Human
Dominant Hand: Left
Weapons and Equipment-

*A Damascus steel Dane sword with the following specifications-
Overall length: 58" (147 cm)
Blade length: 42" (106.7 cm)
Blade width at base: 1.4" (3.5 cm)
CoG: 4" (10.2 cm)
CoP: 24.5" (62.2 cm)
Weight: 4 lbs 10 oz (2.1 kg)



*A 16" X 16" five pound targe buckler strapped to his right forearm with five 5" spikes.

*A rope tied about his waist just below a leather belt.

*A stiletto with an eight inch blade in an oiled sheath strapped to the inside of his targe.

*A black steel helm fitted firmly to his head.


*Steel plating inside the knuckles of his leather gloves, inside his boots, and over his knees.

*Beneath his robes is a full layer of steel scale armor with another layer of pleated leather beneath. His full armor kit weighs in at a total of 24 pounds.

Appearance- Catskull is a large, pale-skinned man with rugged, imposing angular facial features and a black bowl cut framing dull yellow eyes. He's of a powerful, sturdy, and lithe build.

Personality- Sometimes good guys don't wear white. Catskull is not a nice man, nor a reasonable man, nor a sane man. He prides himself on being a cultured and educated with nerves of steel. He values class and social standing, is well-spoken, and stays far, far away from those he deems to be 'peasants'. He comes off as cold-hearted, and that's because he is. He generally sticks to what's legal and doesn't antagonize those who stay out of his way, and if he sees someone in need of help, he'll help them if he likes them. On the flipside, he has no mercy for those who cross him.
Catskull has a dark sense of humor, and he's fond of making light (or dark) of any situation no matter how grim or whimsical. He seems to suffer from an inability to take anything seriously except petty grievances, which inexplicably drive him up a wall, especially when 'peasants' touch him. He's immensely selfish, and never shares unless it's a matter of life or death, or loss of limb. He will frequently perform random, inconsequential actions for no good reason, purely on a whim, but remains dedicated to the purpose of restoring his family's name and wealth.

Background- There existed a clan of nobles known as the Maclungs, lead by the evil sorcerer Malimore Maclung. Malimore, unbeknownst to his clan, had been slowly siphoning the life from his own kin to extend his own. When a Maclung's life force inevitably dwindled, they'd "run out of luck", dooming them and their bloodline to a life of fatal misfortune. Every Maclung, cruel in their own right due to their lack of a spirit and conscience, died before the age of thirty. There have only ever been two exceptions. The dark wizard Suliss Maclung, the chosen pupil and future successor to Malimore, and Catskull Maclung who was spared his soul. He was the only one Malimore allowed to remain whole due to the old sorcerer's need for a competent bodyguard, unplagued by bad luck and a short life expectancy.

Malimore had Catskull trained in the ancient arts of man and beast slaying, and had the many of the most fearsome warriors in the world teach him the ways of combat. He mastered the versatile Dane sword in conjunction with a targe, his already diabolical strength amplified by the weight of the targe to such an extend that he can nearly separate a man in two from collar to pelvis with a horse cut. He's a master swordsman with and a formidable athlete, able to dart in and out of combat and seamlessly flow between stances and guards, a mobile threshing machine. He learned to use his blade as well as his body, and his body as well as his blade.
Uncommon for his time, he stretches every day as a part of his training, giving him the flexibility of a martial artist.

Catskull could have grown into a truly decent fellow if his uncle hadn't been so vile. Good or bad, he was intent on being his own man, not the lackey of an old monster, and soon he ditched Malimore and fled to new lands, seeking to establish his own house of nobility and recreate the Maclung bloodline properly. Once he has resurrected the House Maclung, he has sworn to slay his wicked uncle and brother and end the bloodline curse of the Maclungs for good.
Until then, he wanders, seeking fortune, fame, and worthy adversaries with whom he may hone his skills.

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Auz The Undying

Auz the Undying

Name: Auz von Kilinger
Epithet: Sir Auz the Undying
Age: 462, but only about a youthful 28 in appearance.
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 165 pounds
Reach: 76"
Race: Human, Semi-Immortal

Weapons and Equipment-

*120 centimeter, magically indestructible straight sword known as the Mord Sword, a unique weapon with a razor sharp pommel and extra width and weight at the base of the blade.


(The Mord Sword)

*Two steel knives, a stiletto with a 7" blade and a gauche dagger with a 12" blade.

Appearance- Auz is slender but sturdy man, with a rogue-ish complexion, mischievous sky blue eyes, rotten teeth, and wild black hair. He has cruel eyebrows and usually wears a fittingly leonine expression, that of a man ready to fight to the death for shits and giggles. Over his heart is a black tattoo of an ouroboros.



Abilities/Skills- Auz is an aggressive, calculating swordsman who employs techniques from the German School of Fencing, as well as irregular moves of his own design. He's highly versatile and creative with his long sword, able to use it in just about any way that can be imagined.
Physically, he's got a heavy lean towards speed over strength. He's frightfully fast, a sort of Bruce Lee among fencers, so to speak. Naturally it's not possible to swing your sword as wantonly as your fist, but regardless most warriors that encounter Auz for the first time are utterly taken aback by his diabolical swiftness, unforgiving reflexes, and vicious intellect. With a dagger in hand, he can swipe so quickly that an untrained opponent wouldn't even register the blade passing before their face until they felt the blood running down their chin.

He can sprint at 21 MPH, throw a punch at 47 MPH, and at full swing the last five inches of his sword can reach speeds in excess of 115 MPH. His reaction speed and reflexes rival those of the world's best grandmaster fencers and kendo experts.



Auz is unable to physically age past 28, and has a total of nine lives to expend against any single opponent, hence his epithet. He's considered dead when either his heart stops beating or his brain permanently ceases function. He can choose to resurrect no more than thirty feet from where he died, and no closer than ten feet from the one who killed him unless they take up an area larger than twenty feet. He stall for up to 9 seconds before respawning, his corpse quickly fading into a crimson glow that vanishes and then reappears, instantly forming into his fresh (and fully equipped) body, weapons sheathed. He is capable of reforming even from nonexistance, thus even a conceptual attack on his very soul will still only take one life from him, and as a result he will respawn moments later. Every time Auz dies to an entity separate from himself, he becomes 25% faster than he was in his previous body for a period of twenty-four hours. His body does indeed become tougher and stronger in order to withstand the greater speeds, his thought processes improve so he can react at his current speed, and yes, Auz can commit suicide and return to life, but it won't benefit him in the same way as getting slain by an enemy. Auz can kill himself and respawn using his nine lives every twenty-four hours, but he won't gain any speed from it, rather, it becomes a way for him to heal himself. When he uses his lives for suicide, it won't decrease how many lives he has against an opponent, thus, it is more efficient to call them 'suicide lives', independent from his 'battle lives'. Obviously his tolerance for pain is more or less redundant, as could be expected from someone who has spent hundreds of years dying horribly.
In addition to his semi-immortality, Auz wields a number of magical powers. When he finishes charging a power, he can hold onto it for up to two minutes and charge other spells to store. After those two minutes have passed the magic dissipates.

*Regeneration- Auz can heal minor flesh wounds in mere seconds, and completely mend broken bones, ruptured organs, and torn muscles in around a minute. He cannot recover new limbs if one gets chopped off.

*Blood Channel- Whenever Auz spills the blood of an opponent, their blood will instantly revert into intangible streamers of magic as it leaves their body, traveling towards Auz at 400 fps. If the blood reaches Auz, the mass of the blood lost by the opponent will be turned into needed tissues and fluids where Auz needs it most, determined by the severity of his wounds.

*Hasty Heal- Auz can concentrate his magical power within himself to increase the potency of his regeneration. He needs five seconds to gather the magic required to double his healing rate for one minute, and ten seconds to triple it. Auz cannot pause his magic charging, and when he reaches ten seconds of magical accumulation, must use it or lose it. It's impossible for him to hold onto that much magic at once. Furthermore, he can't charge multiple spells at once, and must know which one he wishes to use before he begins charging. Whenever he's charging up Hasty Heal, faintly visible tendrils of red mana rise from his body.

*Undying- By gathering magic for one to ten seconds, Auz can then activate this power, manifesting as an aura of coiling whisps of luminous yellow steam. Depending on how long he's charged, say for five seconds, he can then use Undying, which for the next five seconds will prevent him from losing any lives if he dies. That is to say, he can charge Undying for ten seconds and then throw himself into battle without worry of expending lives for ten seconds. Yes, if an opponent kills him while Undying is active, Auz will still gain a 25% increase in speed over his last life. It's a real bitch of a power. After using Undying, Auz cannot charge any mana for half the time he had used Undying due to it's residual black magic disrupting his control. Ten seconds of charging, ten seconds of immortality, five seconds without mana control.

*Mana Traction- Eventually when you become fast enough, your steps sink into the ground or propel you into the air. Very inconvenient. With Mana Traction, Auz can move at virtually any speed without losing his footing, magic continually concentrated in his feet allowing him to both stick to the ground when he needs to, and at the same time killing any excess kinetic energy that would damage the ground and disrupt his motion. The power of Mana Traction depends on how fast he currently is. An Olympic sprinter can unleash around 300 joules per stride when moving at 25 miles per hour. Were Auz that fast, it'd take a little more force than that for an enemy to move him when at rest.

*Mana Bolster- A passive magical ability that increases the durability of Auz's clothing and equipment as his physical capabilities increase. You know, so his shit doesn't get torn apart when he lands a punch faster than sound. The durability of his armor matches the peak force of his sword swing. His weapon durability is 25% greater.

*Last Life- When on his last life, Auz can use mana traction to walk and run through the air, and can grab the air itself to hang suspended, or shove himself with his hands. His charge time for all spells save for Last Life spells are halved. He gains the ability to access the spell "Revenant", which when charged for ten seconds will restore one of his lives. He must be within thirty feet of the place he last died to charge this spell. Lastly, Auz can channel magic through his blades with "Grosse Edge". After five seconds his weapon(s) will achieve an enchanted, molecular cutting edge for one second.

Personality- Auz is cutting and sardonic, his dark wit (the man enjoys his one-liners) born from pessimism. He cares not for status or friendship, being a solitary soul in search of nothing but that which gives his life meaning; war. He doesn't like alcohol or other substances, and only enjoys the company of women after a battle. His solemn, irreverent mentality isolates him, but he's not necessarily a "bad guy". He fights for the underdogs when he can, and doesn't partake or suffer the killing of the helpless. That being said, he doesn't care for hostages. Should an opponent try to use another life as a bargaining chip, Auz would just as soon tell his adversary to go ahead and see how much worse of a death they'll get.

Background- Auz was born in the age of Germanic kings, a paladin trained from a young age whose lineage was thrown into obscurity. From the moment he could walk he was trained by royal paladins to become a holy warrior, versed in healing magic. War was his love, bloodshed his life. He killed his first opponent at seventeen. He was knighted at 20. A year later he left to seek his own path.

When he was 22, he encountered a Swiss witch that promised him a form of immortality in exchange for his eternal soul. He agreed, and she bestowed a tattoo of power upon him, that of an ouroboros, the serpent that endlessly eats its own tail. That power became a part of Auz, regardless of whether or not the tattoo remained on his being. It took only a quick look in the mirror for Auz to realize he was no longer a holy warrior. The black magic had given him the eyes of a cat and just as many lives. Fittingly, he from then on declared himself a Curse Paladin. What had gone through Auz's head to make him accept the bargain? Simple. He made up his mind that when he died, as all things inevitably do, he'd lay down the hurt on every single infernal entity that stood between him and the soul he'd sold, laying low demons and devils until he got it back. Not a likely outcome, but who can question the will of a resolute warrior until it's put to the ultimate test?

He spent his adulthood mastering his trade, devoting himself to the way of the sword as he cut down foe after foe. Old Auz was a regular Musashi, and soon other fighters started seeking him out, desiring to make a name for themselves. The only names they got were those carved on their grave markers.

little else can be said of Auz. There were no dramatic affairs, no arch rivals nor emotional conflicts. He traveled, he fought, he did the hokey-pokey, and he absolutely, undeniably, died many, many times.

Theme Music-

~First-Degree Donny~

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The Knave

The Knave

Name: The Knave
Age: twenty-seven
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 154 pounds
Race: Human

Appearance: The Knave is a thin, roguish man with black hair, a flat, crooked nose, dark blue eyes, and teeth rotten from lack of dental care. He most often dons a crimson cloak over a brown tunic and trousers, a black leather belt inscribed with the phrase "Seven At One Blow" in German, and a pair of boots with brass buckles. He wears a sheathe at his belt, in which resides a very fine sword.

~Equipment & Abilities~



^Vorpal Sword- An indestructible three foot, 1.5 pound enchanted sword. As sharp as an obsidian scalpel, the slices it makes can scarcely be seen. Optionally, it can concentrate the kinetic force of a swing, disallowing the escape of energy into anything but what the edge cuts. As an example, when you use a fan to cool down, you can feel wind, the kinetic energy of your motion knocking about air molecules. There is no wind from the Vorpal Sword save for what emanates from the cutting edge, thereby greatly increasing the cutting power.



^Seven League Boots- Footwear that allows the wearer to travel seven leagues per step, roughly twenty-four miles every stride. Makes you insanely fast. They imbue the wearer with all of the secondhand abilities required to withstand the incredibly high speeds, increasing their reaction speed and reflexes, permitting them to walk and run through the air or empty space, slow or stop their lineal inertia, survive with little to no oxygen, and endure the friction, force, and heat which accompany massively hypersonic speeds and impacts. He's tough enough to survive crashing into the ground at more than mach 300, and strong enough to move his limbs freely under the wind pressure of his speed.



^Red Riding Hood- An indestructible magical cloak that grants Knave the ability to hover and walk/run through the air, dampen or stop his inertia, and reduce his mass at will.

*Brísingamen- A necklace worn under his clothes, it lets the Knave and his articles pass through any nonliving matter like a ghost. If he deactivates it whilst partway through matter, it dematerializes whatever portion of the matter he's in contact with.

*Andvaranaut- A ring on his left index finger that gives him the ability to turn whatever he grabs with his left hand to solid gold. This only turns to gold however much his hand can encompass, so if he grabs someone by the arm, only the part of their arm he is holding will turn to gold. If he palms their chest, a gold handprint would pierce through their vitals and manifest out their back, and if extracted from the corpse, would appear as a foot long bar of hand-shaped gold. He can palm through multiple objects in contact with each other, and as such could technically put a sliver of gold right through the planet to nail someone's foot on the other side.

*Hóng Xiàn- Otherwise known as the Red Thread of Fate, this ancient Chinese artifact consists of an invisible but physically tangible thread wound around Knave's right ankle. When he's within eyesight of an opponent, the thread extends at the speed of a lightning downstroke towards them, following the target with perfect accuracy until it catches their right ankle, or an appropriate body part for lack thereof. If Knave loses sight of the target, the thread retreats until he sights them again. When the thread catches its target, it will begin rapidly shortening. No matter the length, it will become only three feet long after four seconds of reeling. Knave can release the thread from a target at will. If there are multiple targets, the thread may extend from ankle to ankle at will to form an inevitable chain of opponents each three feet away from the last. It is impossible for an opponent to harm, resist, or remove the thread unless they cut off the limb it's tied to.

*Belt of Seven at One Blow- A belt whose mystical properties endow the wearer with immense striking power and speed when attacking with a sword, along with the required secondhand powers to withstand the aftereffects and shockwaves resulting from the power boosts. Each durability and inertia dampening buff lasts for 1.7 seconds.
Starting out with a swing whose destructive power is comparable to seven tons of TNT, for every second longer Knave winds up for a blow, the attack's power multiplies by seven. Winding up constitutes cocking back his blade and gathering strength from the belt. The strikes themselves are purely physical in nature, and the resulting detonative power is accomplished entirely through sheer speed and strength. In other words, each higher tier blade attack comes out far faster than the last, though they require more time to charge. Knave receives no durability boosts when charging, only during the sword swing and for one second after.

1 Second Wind-Up- 7 tons TNT.

2 Second Wind-Up- 49 tons TNT.

3 Second Wind-Up- 343 tons TNT.

4 Second Wind-Up- 2.4 Kilotons TNT.

5 Second Wind-Up- 16.8 Kilotons TNT.

6 Second Wind-Up- 117.6 Kilotons TNT.

7 Second Wind-Up- 823.5 Kilotons TNT.

Personality- The Knave is a mischievous, sneaky bastard. His guile, his cruelty, both harken back to the days of yonder when still were fairy tales were in their grotesque, unabridged form. He lives as a free man, taking what he wants whether by force or underhanded trickery. A treasure hunter, a thief, a carefree slayer of men and monsters who doesn't let a blood bath undermine his wicked sense of humor. He enjoys outwitting others as much as he does lopping their limbs off. He's no mass murderer or serial killer though, no true villain. He takes on only those who get between him and what his heart desires, and he mostly desires wealth and powerful treasures. He's no innocent, but he's also no worse than the fodder he cuts down. He partakes of petty frivolities such as partying and pranking, and if ever there is a time when his guard is down, it's when he's in a bout of laughter after some good (or bad) merriments have been had. He can get overexcited quite easily, devolving into joyous screams and twitching, guinea pig spasms when the mood strikes him.

History- Like most figures in the old stories, Knave started out on the last rung of the ladder, so much so that his true name never mattered. Even if it did, he'd never tell it, for a thing's true name grants power over it. A knave was Knave to be sure, a lowly peasant who squeezed out a meager living farming potatoes. One day, purely by chance, a wounded stranger emerged from a nearby forest and began bleeding and trampling all over Knave's potatoes. Knave, enraged, struck down the stranger with his hoe. Searching through the man's belongings, Knave found a small locked chest. Taking it out behind his small hut, he broke open the lock and found a pair of boots within. The Seven League Boots, to be precise. It was not long before he learned of their power, and began to abuse it. With his lethal speed, he could easily slip behind any man or beast in the world and slit their throat before they knew they were dead. In such ways did he accumulate his other enchanted items, throwing away his past life as a farmer in order to enjoy the ecstasies of a nonstop power trip. He found the man who slew the Jabberwocky and defeated him in a sword fight to loot the mythical Vorpal Sword. He unceremoniously kicked Little Red Riding Hood in the crotch and yanked away her cloak. He even found the legendary tailor who had become a king through sheer wit, and stole his belt from around his waist so fast the poor fellow's pants caught fire.

The Knave soon earned a reputation as potent and fearsome as that of the Erl-King, the shadowy lord who presides over all goblins, trolls, and fairies. Knave strides from kingdom to kingdom, sprinting across countries, always seeking new opportunities to flex his might, find amusement, and increase his already tremendous fortunes.

Let The Blood Run Rampant

@RiDaku
Yo man. This is over with, but you oughta hop into the Combat Workshop I inv'd you to.