DracoLunaris

"THE MONSTERVERSE" - (A Kaiju Gijinka Roleplay)

seeing as Morocco is close to Orisa's geographically fuzzy home, I think I'll take her there

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

VICE

It had been relatively straightforward to infiltrate the wonderland gang, infact Seth was pretty sure even without Spite the drugged up goons would have had a hard time realizing he wasn’t one of them, but with how psycho they and their bosses where, he wasn’t going to try and test that theory. He’d spent the next few days listening in on conversations and mooching off of his unsuspecting hosts while he waited around hoping to catch wind of them actually doing something, anything, that would draw the attention of the town’s heros.

This was his modus operandi, stick with the local problem till they made noise, be a massive pain for the local heros for a bit, then move on before they started trying to counteract Spite’s stranger ability. In his early days Seth had joined those groups instead, but with membership came rules, orders and commitments that Seth couldn't stand. He had a fair few enemies down south made up of gangs he had bailed out on, often at the most inopportune time. Being an unnoticeable face in their ranks was so much better for what he wanted, the element of surprise causing the maximum amount of chaos for everyone involved, which made it easy for his friends to work their magic and for Seth to then slip away unseen.

It also meant that in situations like the gunfight he found himself in after following the wonderland gangers to their drug deal he wouldn’t be noticed as a target by either side and so all he had to do was plop himself in an alleyway near where some of his hosts were taking cover and await the coming of the Heros.

---

”Rise and shine Seth, the guest of honor are arriving at last”

”Do ya, do ya think it’ll be her?”

”Does it really matter”

”I wanna see ‘er face when I show ‘er who’s the better archer!”

”Just, don’t cause any tactical blunders for the sake of your jealousy. Please.”

”Screw you Scratch, how can I be envious of someone worse than me!”

”Alright, alright, I’m up already. Quit it.”

The young man, awoken by his friends voices bickering in his head, stood up from where he had been sitting in an alleyway near the ongoing intergang firefight, yawned, stretched, and then listened carefully to the sound of VTOL engines rapidly approaching. Beneath his mask and hood of his ragged cloak, the anarchist grinned malicious grin. The he stepping up behind the gang member who was using the ally corner for cover from the cape fight and peeking over his shoulder at the brawl going on out there.

”There has to be a big response coming to this mess, right?”

”Here is said response. Just one craft. I have no doubt we’ll be fine”

”Hehe, time to give em a shitty laning”

Seth watched as the aircraft came into view as Spite waited for just the right moment to strike. Pipeline robbed him of the opportunity however, melting through engine of the craft and sending it spiraling to the ground.

”You bastard! I was gonna do that!”

”Don’t do it Spite”

”No you buffoon!”

But it was too late, the 4 masked devil had fully manifested, its arms, holding it’s bow and an huge arrow popped out from the cloak, upon the inside of which hundreds of malevolent red eyes all opened at once, fixated upon the wonderland gang leader, while the hood pulled back off of seth’s face, changing into its 4 eyed head. All at once Seth’s cover was blown, startling the gang member he was behind as Spite quickly leveled his bow in Pipeline’s direction and sent the massive iron spike hurtling towards him.

SACRILEGE WAR (Grimdark Fantasy NRP)

The Concilio Union

The occupied fortress of Norsal

To the far north of the Concilio Union, in territory only recently taken from the collapsed empire of Zul, a single horse drawn carriage moves at a leisurely pace up a dirt rode, accompanied by a guard escort of wolf riders. The road itself brings the carriages occupant, D’ave, the Koa-toa Council member who was chosen to represents the sunken home of his people by lottery, to the fortress of Norsal. This most northern of the Union’s current holdings consisted of the captured Principality of Evernyx fortress called the Triskelion and the abandoned dwarven hold that the Yuwanists had accidentally discovered beneath it.

On the surface the fortress had once been a model example of the Principality’s architectural designs with it’s shining white stone walls, resplendent archways and the occasional domed roof. After its occupation by the Minotaurs after the battle over the artifact found within the fortress was left in a sorry state, and the Union’s subsequent capture of the fort had done little to improve matters. Damaged walls had been repaired with mismatching stone, domes had been removed and converted into rickety artillery platforms, marble staircases demolished and replaced with ones more comfortable to the Union’s member’s short statures. The inevitable shanty town like sprawl of homes, businesses and warehouses that accompanied the Union everywhere had grown over the previous buildings like a moss, tarnishing the once noble bastion with the the Union’s shortsighted planning practices and lack of interest in aesthetics.

As far as the union were concerned however, the true heart of the fortress lay beneath the fortress in the expertly carved tunnels of the long dead dwarfs. Some joked that the dwarfs dug so deep they fell out the bottom of the world, while those who had seen the horrors attacking the southern city of Barby where certain they had met the horrid swarms of things that creeped down there and had subsequently been consumed. The tunnels had seen less damage than the surface, the principality had only recently discovered the city when they lost the place, and the low ceilings had spared the place most of the minotaurs destruction, barring the odd horn scrapings on doorways. Here too the union’s urban sprawl had grown downwards from the surface till it reached the entrances to the dwarf’s old mines, where they abruptly stopped for fear of meeting the things below.

The fortress and city where both host primarily to Supplies for the planned eastward invasion: guns, gunpowder, magical and mundane weapons and even a few dismantled ships all sat in warehouses waiting to bring destruction upon Justinian’s foes. Most important of all however was the food, dried and preserved, ready to feed the army as it pushed into Yawanist territory and towards for the eastern sea. The north was not the kind of place that could sustain an army the size of the one the Union would need to gain any headway, which was exactly the reason that why army that was going to fight in the summer’s invasion was not here, and where instead south on the coast, where the ocean and western aid fed the warriors of the northern Justinian front. The fortress itself still had a considerable garrison and population, but not one so large that they would be eating the majority of the food brought to supply the later invasion. It was the progress of the supply deliveries that D’ave had come north to examine at the behest of the council member Krawnk Kensu, who was also the head of the coastal merchants who were supplying and shipping most of the supplies for the invasion.

After entering through the heavy oak gate, carriage rode up the streets of the fortress, past ramshackled warehouses storing the vital supplies, past barracks, bars and temples where the off duty soldiers guarding the supplies mingled, onwards to the keep at the center of it all. After entering through a second smaller set of gates the carriage came to a halt in a courtyard. There D’ave found Randeir Nast, council member and overseer of the northern military efforts, pacing to and fro impatiently. The general, currently sporting a bearskin Ushanka and thick overcoat to protect her against the cold, handed the documents she had been examining in her passing to a goblin aid and turned to greet the new arrival.

“A welcoming, unexpected from someone as busy as our Bulwark” The Deth-thu, completely unperturbed by the frigid environment, as it compared not to the abyss cold of his homewaters, stepped down from his carriage and met Nast halfway, grasping her paw with a webbed hand and shaking it. The two weren't exactly friends, but saw each other regularly enough that they were on good terms, a rarity within the council.

“Sadly it wasn’t for you I was waiting, but rather scouts sent tout earlier today that have yet to return.”

“That doesn’t seem worthy marching to and fro in the cold, it can’t be good for your health. What has you worried?”

“It’s perhaps best I show you, and your right. I shouldn’t be out here at my age. So tell me, did I miss anything important from the last meeting?”

Together the two entered the keep and ascended, heading for its battlements. By the time they reached the top of the keep D’ave had divulged most of the details of the most recent meeting to the general, including the absence of his requested bolt throwers.

“To think my kin would forsake his kin like this” the general spat in disgust “I pray to Justinian his folly will not cost us”

The two entered a small watchtower perched atop the keep, within its single glass walled and roofed room sat a Corvant militia-woman, her eye pressed to a telescope looking up and to the north.

“Still got sight of it?”

The woman stood, saluted and then noodded. After being prompted, D’ave took her place and placed his own eye to it saw far in the distance the sea of green curving upwards towards the edge of the world where it thinned out and then ended abruptly. The tower was built specifically to take advantage of the world's bowled nature, tall enough that, apart from where the odd mountain and the Turquoise lord’s eyesore blocked the view, all places in the world could be seen. Though the telescope all D’ave saw however was a small patch of green above which tiny dark shapes fluttering as the trees shook and swayed ever so slightly.

“What exactly am I looking at here?”

“If we are lucky, a migrating head of deer. If I’m right however, then it’s the thundering march of an army shaking the forest with their hooffalls, above which the carrion birds flock, all ready for war.”

“The minotaurs have been quite and scattered for 5 years now what makes you think that they have suddenly come together?”

The two were interrupted as the door to the tower was flung open and an exhausted goblin dressed in white furs rushed in, one of Nast’s scouts.

“Mam! Their coming!” he shouted hoarsely, the scout left breathless from both fear and exhaustion.

“Who is? How many?”

“All of them!”

---

It was an hour later and several other scouts had confirmed the sheer magnitude of the horde approaching. Plans had been made and preparations were well underway for the defence, despite the garrison being hopelessly outmatched by the minotaurs in both number and as individuals. From the gates of the fortress D’ave’s carriage rushed, barreling back down the dirt roads it had so recently traveled, heading south to Insmaw. But it was not cowardice that drove his flight, but duty. He was of little use in battle, so to spare the fort every warrior it could he had been sent in their messengers’ place, southwards to rous the camped armies, to bring them northwards before the fortress and it’s vital supplies fell to the northern horde. From the keep Nast watched her fellow councilmember leave, praying that he would return with a relief force before they were all dead.

---

Several hours later the carriage rolled in past the walls of the coastal fortress city of Insmaw, from which messengers were imedietly sent up and down the coast to the many army camps housing soldiers as they overwintered till the summer campaign season started again. Both those belonging to the Union itself and those hosting foreign forces were called upon, though D’ave knew that the their messages to the foreign armies were more requests than commands. Messengers also went out into the sea to the subnautica city of mother’s rest to rouse D’ave’s Koa-toa kin, to the jungles and forests to call the many tribes within to the nation's borders, to the port city of Roc port to bring the navy’s marines up the coast, and finally south to the capital itself to bring word of the invasion to the heart and south of the Union, lest the northern forces fail to bring the Winter War to a quick end.

---

The time had come, the enemy was here. The defenders crouched behind the battlements of the fortress walls, fully aware that those same walls had failed to hold the Minotaurs at bay once before. Nast knew this. Nast had plans for this and they would be revealed in time. For now she hid like her soldiers, now dressed in platemail, the helmet of which was adorned with a pair of minotaur horns she had scalped from the previous holder of this fortress. They listened, as the warhost emerged from the treeline, the thunderous marching and chanting soon joined by the real thing as lightning first blasted apart the watchtower atop the keep and one of the lightning cannons revealed it was flawed as it drew a bolt straight to it, vaporising the crew in an instant. The rest however struck a series of lightning rods. The union had long since learned that if there is one thing you don’t want to happen during a siege, it is to have your enemy’s’ god smite your gunpowder stores.

As the blood rain began to pour down the troops did the best they could to keep their powder dry as they cowered, prayed or tried to focus on the calm words of priests who were stationed there to help with morral. The more stupid or daring opened their mouths wide to the rain to drink of the iron tasting icor. At last the being whose name the horde had been chanting revealed himself onto them.

"Your puny fortress is nothing against the bloodied war host! It is simple, give me all the loot and food in the fortress, and you live. Or we take it and sacrifice you all... to ME!"

There was relative silence from the battlements as orders were communicated among the Union’s ranks through whispered words or a series of flag signals, the effectiveness of which was hampered by the bloody rain. What that order was soon became immaculately clear, as the diminutive Goblins, Rodant, Deth-thu, Kobolds, Corvant, Gnolls, Ranians and Chiropia s all rose from behind their battlements in a wave and a massed volley of lead shot, arrows, stones, cannonballs and chaotic magics were launched towards the horde, focused primarily on the area from which the booming voice of Kraam had come from.

“Tear out their Heart!” and the bloodied will cease to flow.

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

@Majoras End

This rp is kind of... lethargic.

we're here, it just usually takes us a while to do anything.

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

@DracoLunarisHoly. Fucking. Shit.

Compared to the Artisan, this guy is god-tier, and the Artisan wasn't a bad character to begin with =P

Right, I have one thing for you to change, if you are willing. It's a slight nerf, but it's more for awesome narrative purposes than anything else. You said they can't die, and that's cool, but can we have it so that when they are so badly injured that they have to withdraw, that Vice suffers a mental break? I think that would be awesome =P

Other than that, he's accepted. Get going on making the city a more intolerable place to live =P

@Sickle-cell

That is definitely an interesting narrative bit you've suggested and I have added it to the powers section accordingly.

I've also added a little extension to the power where there are virtues massively blow even the suppressed the Sins in the piggybacking pecking order, basically to make the power less inherently evil, so Seth's an assholes because he's an asshole, rather than because his power made him that way. Baring major character development, non of those other beings are going to be getting physical forms any time soon though, even if I do have art for them.

edit: a word

Worm - The Malfesant Throne

Seth “Vice“ Lynch

Name: Seth Lynch

Cape Name: Vice

Theme Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fBfD1-aOiwI

appearance

below the mask, Seth is a scruffy 19 year old who could really do with a bath

Aspects

High Concept: Devil on your shoulder

Trouble: They whisper and scheme behind your back

Origin: Sorry kid, but your parents are supervillains

Growth: Your imaginary friends are bad role models

Adventure: Fight the law so we’ll grow strong

Bio

Personality: A rather selfish anarchist egged on by his backseat driving demons, Seth has grown to hate authority and bakes to have anyone tell him what to do. This is somewhat ironic, considering the 3 creatures on his back guiding his actions and decisions. Despite his ambitions to become more powerful and get revenge on the Ps he is ultimately rather lazy and needs often needs to be goaded into action by his demons. They are quite the snarky asshole and because they are a master, in combat they get a lot of chances to taunt, insult and mock their opponents while the Devil’s do the real cap business.

History:

Seth is a second generation cape, born the child of a pair of international thieves at the height of their careers. While they often left him to go out to engage in their villainous exploits, his parents made sure their child grew up in the lap of luxury, funded through their stolen wealth. They’d break into a vault, get chased around by the local heros and even if one got caught the other would inevitably break their partner out of prison and then the two would disappear with their ill gotten gains. Eventually however, when Seth was 8, the law caught up with both of them at once. They were tried and sent to the bird cage, the most maximum of maximum security prisons from which no-one has ever escaped. A few days later the people his parents had payed to look after Seth handed the boy over to the authorities and he ended up in the american foster system.

At some point in the next few years the stress and confusion experienced from having his parents taken away triggered the boy, but it wasn't until he was 11 that he recognised that his imaginary friends he was using to deal with his loneliness where more real than he thought as 3 of them became dominant and managed to physically manifest themselves. They were the petty and spiteful Envy who was fueled by his desire to get back at the PTR for taking his parents away as well as their envy of their power, the scheming and selfish Avarice, sourced from the desire for the life this parents had let him live and the quiet and relaxed Sloth, who was Seth’s respite from the other two’s permanent goading to action.

At 16 the 3 had finally grown powerful enough that Envy and Greed convinces Seth to run away from his latest foster family and make his own way in the world. Over the next few years Seth graduated from pickpocketing and vandalism to being a minor thorn in the protectorate/P.T.Rs side, showing up out of nowhere during their operations, causing a nuisance and then vanishing again. That said, following his parent’s example, he is yet to actually kill anyone who wasn’t trying to kill him first(though he has done plenty of maiming) and as a result has managed to avoid being actively hunted across the states as he slowly grows his friends power.

Their cross country meandering has brought Seth and his demons to Boston, where they hope that they can take advantage of the chaos, both for profit and to fuck over the Protectorate some more.

Abilities

Master 6

Seth has 3 entities, demonic in appearance and mannerism, at his beck and call. These can be summoned at any time to aid him with their own powers, simply by saying their name/nickname. The strength of these beings has been growing steadily over time as Seth indulges in their respective vices. They cannot be killed, but if sufficiently damaged they will unsummon themselves to recover from their wounds (they generally take a day to recover), however Seth suffers a mental break from the absence of one of his friends, a situation compounded if more than one, or even more horrifyingly, all of them, go down. There's only two big problems with them: their incessant chittering even when not summoned and the fact that they can't move from behind his back. The three demons are as follows, helpfully modeled by satanic mooks.

Envy/Spite: Stranger 2, Blaster 4

Consisting of a masked, 4 eyed being whose body is a cloak from which glowing red eyes(one for each act of revenge or spite) lookout with envy at a the world, Spite wields a massive bow and can conjure spear sized arrows from it’s cloak. The being also has a more passive summoning where it appears simply as it’s cloak and hood, draped across Seth and granting him the ability to blend in with crowds.

It allowing him to blend in with groups without anyone being able to pick him out from said group even if they are actively looking for him, though this only works if he breaks line of sight with anyone hunting him. He can be detected by people who can actively recognise every other member of a group as someone they know. Basically, if a person thinks of the people with them as something like ”Bob, Jeremy, Sabrina and… wait, who's that guy?”, then he can't blend in. If the group is “my staff”, “a crowd of panicked civilians”, “some of my henchmen” etc. then he can fit right in ant will be completely ignored by the group and anyone inspecting the group. He isn’t invisible, but the eyes of an onlooker will simply glide past him, unable to focus or recognize Seth’s presence, though those trained to deal with Strangers might be able to recognise this fact if Seth takes up too much of their vision.

Both Seth and Envy think Spite is a better name than Envy, because there is clearly nothing and nobody they should be envious of. Unsurprisingly they are a petty asshole who has a particular hatred of anyone or thing that does their “thing” and is more powerful than they are such as Vector(bows) or Leviathan(described as a demon of envy in christian scripture).

Greed/Avarice/Scratch: Master/Shaker 3

The tallest of the three, this faceless golden creature has grown ever more resplendent as Seth acquires wealth, though It doesn't really matter if he really holds onto it after it is acquired. They can create small golden coins of an unknown currency at a fairly rapid rate (about 6 coins a second) and can telekinetically manipulate any form of money within a 6 M radius of themselves, using it as projectiles, barriers, whips, etc in combat, simply stealing it from others or using it as a mode of transport if there's enough of it. The more coins they are controlling the less fine control they have, they could make single small dexterous hand of coins, but not a full person and at the greatest amounts they are restricted to “waves” of money briefly sloshing in the desired direction. As is to be expected of a devil’s coin, the money it creates will vanish come the next sunrise.

Greed has delusions of grandeur and insists on being called Avarice instead of Greed. Spite and sometimes Seth call him Scratch just to piss them off. Affluent and manipulative, Greed is a perfect gentleman that will screw someone over for a single penny.

Sloth: Brute 4, Master 4

A hulking brute of flesh and chitin, sloth is the biggest of the three and features two massive resilient shield like growths on its thick arms and on it’s face that are covered in blank red crystalline eyes. Strong and capable of taking a beating, sloth however is noticeably heavy compared to it’s peers, making moving around difficult for Seth while they are summoned. Sloth is also capable of summoning the other two demons to do it’s fighting for it, having them appear behind its own shoulders instead of behind Seth’s back. This however makes moving basicly impossible for Seth due to the added load, converting the entire party into a stationary bastion.

Sloth is to lazy to remember any nicknames they get. Sloth relatively rarely speaks and is content to go with the flow most of the time, though they will sometimes butt in to temper the ambitions of the others. That said, Sloth’s devilry is more insidious than the other two, if sloth had its way then Seth would spend most of his time engaging in frivolous distractions, and it is no coincidence that Sloth is the biggest of the 3.

The other 4 vices do exist, but are ruthlessly suppressed by Greed and Envy. They consider Lust and Gluttony disruptive to their ambitions as they would appeal to Seth’s hedonism (sloth is already bad enough) and they believe Pride and Wrath would drive their host to suicidally reckless actions. Below even them are virtues that get maybe one word in a month. Seth isn’t actively aware of this particular state of affairs and the pair intend to keep it that way.

"Seth"
"Spite"
"Avarice"
"Sloth"

"THE MONSTERVERSE" - (A Kaiju Gijinka Roleplay)

Orisa

Gijinka Mode

Armored Mode

"Your safety is my primary concern."

Name: Orisa

Gender: F

Age: 1 month of operation time

Race: Android

Kaiju Size: 70 M

Faction: GDF - african sub-branch - private

Personality: She is cheerful, friendly, inquisitive and woefully inexperienced. The android can't help but quietly reflect her creators obvious excitement that Orisa’s going to be a monster battling hero. The harsh realities of war have yet to reach the two young women and they are both still bright eyed and idealistic in their outlook.

In battle she is a protector who is primarily concerned with the safety of the people she is defending. Defeating a monster comes secondary to the survival of every last human relying on her to protect them.

History:
Orisa was created by child genius Efi Oladele as a replacement for the OR15 defense mechas in the wake of their destruction during the Kaiju Doomfist's attack on the African city of Numbani. After the african sub branch had to bailed out of the situation by the greater GDF it was decided that it was necessary to replace their archaic human piloted defense system. The reason they had been so complacent was that, apart from that one incident with those prawns in Johannesburg, Africa did not see much in the way of alien invasions, kaiju attacks, etc. No one is really sure why this is.

Multiple projects were subsequently funded to replace the old system and, either surprisingly or unsurprisingly depending on your perspective, the creation of the child protege Efi and her peers at Numbani university where one of the more successful projects. By reusing an OR15 as the basis for their android’s superform they got a lot more work out of their budget than other groups and created Orisa, the quadruped defence android. After about a month of training and tests, the young android and her young creator have been shipped off to japan so that Orisa can train with some of the best and most experienced androids out there and perhaps get some real combat experience before they return back to africa to defend their home continent.

Powers/Abilities:
Fusion Driver: Orisa's primary weapon is a large, triple barreled plasma machine gun.
Particle barrier: a unit on her wrist allows Orisa to project a large rectangular energy force field in front of herself. While it does prevent her from attacking the shield can be used to protect both orisa, her allies and civilians from attacks in a wide area.
Horns: these massive energised spikes allow Orisa to perform powerful ramming and headbutt attacks
Graviton ball: a large specialised shot that, while it does basically no damage, will detonate in an impulse attack when it hits, knocking the target back.
Fortify: Orisa can briefly project a golden energy field across her entire body, massively improving her durability for a short time.
Supercharger: Orisa can project a beam that temporarily boost the power levels of a friendly android. This can be either used increasing the effectiveness of their weapons and motor systems or to support an ally whose own power systems are failing them.

Orisa’s unique centaur build offers several advantages and a few drawbacks, it as relatively poor turning circle, particularly if fighting is done in streets, and she is less agile, however the 2 additional legs massively increase her straight line speed and her stability compared to biped androids. She has about twice the pushing power of a similarly sized creatures/androids, which allow her to push Kaiju out of populated areas before a fight begins.

"THE MONSTERVERSE" - (A Kaiju Gijinka Roleplay)

Btw, I somehow love that pic of her "halting" Godzilla. Its kinda both epic and funny.

@Lmpkio

thanks. I made that one. and by that I mean I used gimp to cut 3 existing images together.

"THE MONSTERVERSE" - (A Kaiju Gijinka Roleplay)

I’m just kind of assuming we’re going to be in japan again.

Orisa

armored mode

"Your safety is my primary concern."

Name: Orisa

Gender: F

Age: 1 month of operation time

Race: Android

Kaiju Size: 70 M

Faction: GDF - african sub-branch - private

Personality: She is cheerful, friendly, inquisitive and woefully inexperienced. The android can't help but quietly reflect her creators obvious excitement that Orisa’s going to be a monster battling hero. The harsh realities of war have yet to reach the two young women and they are both still bright eyed and idealistic in their outlook.

In battle she is a protector who is primarily concerned with the safety of the people she is defending. Defeating a monster comes secondary to the survival of every last human relying on her to protect them.

History:
Orisa was created by child genius Efi Oladele as a replacement for the OR15 defense mechas in the wake of their destruction during the Kaiju Doomfist's attack on the African city of Numbani. After the african sub branch had to bailed out of the situation by the greater GDF it was decided that it was necessary to replace their archaic human piloted defense system. The reason they had been so complacent was that, apart from that one incident with those prawns in Johannesburg, Africa did not see much in the way of alien invasions, kaiju attacks, etc. No one is really sure why this is.

Multiple projects were subsequently funded to replace the old system and, either surprisingly or unsurprisingly depending on your perspective, the creation of the child protege Efi and her peers at Numbani university where one of the more successful projects. By reusing an OR15 as the basis for their android’s superform they got a lot more work out of their budget than other groups and created Orisa, the quadruped defence android. After about a month of training and tests, the young android and her young creator have been shipped off to japan so that Orisa can train with some of the best and most experienced androids out there and perhaps get some real combat experience before they return back to africa to defend their home continent.

Powers/Abilities:
Fusion Driver: Orisa's primary weapon is a large, triple barreled plasma machine gun.
Particle barrier: a unit on her wrist allows Orisa to project a large rectangular energy force field in front of herself. While it does prevent her from attacking the shield can be used to protect both orisa, her allies and civilians from attacks in a wide area.
Horns: these massive energised spikes allow Orisa to perform powerful ramming and headbutt attacks
Graviton ball: a large specialised shot that, while it does basically no damage, will detonate in an impulse attack when it hits, knocking the target back.
Fortify: Orisa can briefly project a golden energy field across her entire body, massively improving her durability for a short time.
Supercharger: Orisa can project a beam that temporarily boost the power levels of a friendly android. This can be either used increasing the effectiveness of their weapons and motor systems or to support an ally whose own power systems are failing them.

Orisa’s unique centaur build offers several advantages and a few drawbacks, it as relatively poor turning circle, particularly if fighting is done in streets, and she is less agile, however the 2 additional legs massively increase her straight line speed and her stability compared to biped androids. She has about twice the pushing power of a similarly sized creatures/androids, which allow her to push Kaiju out of populated areas before a fight begins.

"THE MONSTERVERSE" - (A Kaiju Gijinka Roleplay)

so, in a progress report, I finally had an idea I might stick with.