Earnest Evans

Twilight Princess: The RPG

Been looking at this thread since a friend of mine recommended it. It took me quite a while, but I wrangled up a sheet for a somewhat-jokey character.

WARNING DO NOT OPEN

Name: Rangle (formerly Leroy Woadsworth, pronounced Rain-jull)
Appearance:

Hider

Age: 38

Race: Human, Imp
Size: Small

Mana: 2 (8 MP)
Stamina: 2 (8 SP)
Hearts: 3 (12 HP)

Attributes:
Brawn: 1
Agility: 2
Wits: 1
Guts: 1
Smarts: 2

Skills: total 15
Riding: Rank 2 (1+2) (S)
Lore: Rank 2 (1+2) (S)
Acrobatics: Rank 2 (1+2) (A)
Ranged: Rank 2 (1+2) (A)
Tools: Rank 2 (1+2) (B,A,S)

200 rupees total
Techniques/Songs/Spells: (The rule we're using is that the technique costs 10 rupees x its mana/stamina/action cost. Traits will be approved on a case-by-case basis)
Quick Aim (10R)
Double Load (10R)
Back Hand Spring (10R)
Briber (0R)
It Takes One To Know One (0R)
Haggler (0R)
Repair (10R)
Levitate (10R)
Jump (10R)
Clairvoyance (10R)
Cantrip (10R)
Spin (10R)
Float (10R)
Transmute Rations (20R)
Total: 110R
Inventory:
Balloon Mount (Tiny) (19R)
Fairy Slingshot (10R)
40 Pumpkin Seeds (20R)
Telescope (20R)
Pen & Paper (10R)
Rusty Lantern (10R)
Total: 89 R
1 Rupees Left in Wallet

Personality: (Optional) Rangle is a very foolhardy fellow, prepared to do whatever it takes to make Rupees. Rangle is a very friendly sort, especially when money is on the line. Rangle is a notorious haggler, often spending hours in the shops arguing with the shopkeeper over the value of goods he has no intention of buying. As a Tingle, Rangle is on a mission from his god to gather as many Rupees as possible, and grows quite upset when someone steals Rupees from him or his companions.

Bio: Long ago, shortly after the Three Goddesses created the land and the sky and the seas, the first Rupee was created. It glimmered like a predator's eyes in the shadows, and from that point on, a dark force was born: Uncle Rupee. Forever working in the shadows, Uncle Rupee filled the civilized beings of the world with the same immeasurable lust for Rupees that he feels. To aid him in spreading the gospel of greed, Uncle Rupee created the Tingles. Forcibly converted from more normal creatures, Tingles are irrationally devoted to collecting Rupees. Uncle Rupee had created dozens of Tingles, and though many of them died ignoble deaths out in the wilderness, some of them survived and grew more powerful off the vast quantities of Rupees jingling around in their bottomless wallets.

Rangle is one of the most recently-converted of these wretched souls, and has seen very little success in his endeavors. Originally a miller in Castle Town named Leroy Woadsworth, he was foolish enough to investigate a strange monolith that had appeared on the edge of town one day. When he came close, the monolith violently exploded, filling Leroy's head with visions and messages from a very friendly Uncle with a Rupee for a head. This fellow gave him a simple task: Collect Rupees and donate them, and soon Leroy will be able to join Uncle Rupee in the golden paradise of Rupeeland! To seal the deal, Uncle Rupee gave Leroy a brief makeover: a lovely green jumpsuit, a new name, a rosy new nose, and irreparable brain damage. And so, this horrid mockery of a man began his quest to become rich, with nothing but the clothes on his back and the supplies he managed to afford with his meager savings.
Virtue: Courage

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Neo-Umbrella Facility, Sacrificial Pit, Shadow Eternity Commandos Group A

The flock of Mesets subsided as volley after volley of concentrated fire grounded them. Tendrils of C-Virus-infected flesh frantically attempted to knit the Mesets' ruined wings together, as the commandos took the advantage and pummelled the beasts with explosive volleys of assault rifle fire. Meset after Meset burst into cinders as the Pit was cleansed. At last, the murder of Mesets subsided and the Pit seemed clear. Within the generous smattering of ex-Meset ashes, several objects glinted. The commandos sifted through the ashes, each presenting what they found.
"I found a box of TMP rounds." said Ollanius, who promptly tossed it away.
"Founds a gem. 'S blue!" said Microcline, who promptly popped it in his mouth and began greedily masticating.
"I found a key card with a chess piece on it!" said Hu, turning the card over in his hands.
"That must be what that note was talking about! Give it here!" said Hampus, cracking his neck and rubbing his shoulders. Microcline, Ollanius, and Hu looked at Hampus with an expression somewhere between immense surprise and disappointment.
"It's good to see you alive, sir," said Hu, without a hint of sarcasm. "Since we've got one out of three cards, we ought to rendezvous with Group B. They said they'd take the right path, right?"
"That's what the Lieutenant said," said Ollanius. "It looks like there's just enough space to get up to the door, c'mon!"

Neo-Umbrella Facility, Office Complex, Shadow Eternity Commandos Group B

The fluorescent lighting of the complex quietly hummed to itself as Group B broke formation and took cover behind the cubicles ahead of them. Drywall would make cover about as well as water, but it was better to have a false sense of security than no sense of security. Lieutenant Jack Morgan listened intently. something was approaching. Though it definitely appeared to be making a novel attempt at silent movement, its sheer size betrayed it. Jack Morgan held up three fingers to the rest of the Group, and counted down as the footsteps grew closer and closer.
The footsteps stopped. Jack's stopped counting, and gripped his rifle tightly. With one urgent whisper of "Go!", Group B sprang forth from cover and ambushed the... nothing inside or outside the room.
Jack could barely get "What the fu--" out before an invisible figure gripped him by the head and began throttling him!
Sindibad, acting quickly, fired a few feet above Jack's head. With a trio of meaty splats, Jack's assailant's attack was ended, along with its cloaking system and its life.
With a soft crackle, the creature's cloaking system faded, revealing a truly alien sight.
Any time Jack could have taken to assess their newly-deceased target was cut short by dozens of stomping footfalls from behind him! Another group of similarly-shaped monsters, these ones decked in green fatigues, was charging forward from where Group B had just come from! The Group prepared for battle, as the squad of monsters readied wicked-looking blades made of energy.

Titans Together!

Coast City, March 5,2020, 9:00AM

"HEEEEEELP!"
"Quiet, lady! Nobody's gonna help you here! You heard the news: Green Lantern is gone!"

A thuggish, evil-smelling man in a gray hoodie clutched a purse in his hands. Judging by the screaming woman he was running away from, the purse probably wasn't his. The thug sprinted out the alleyway and rounded the corner before his victim could work up enough courage to chase after him.

With fearful hatred in her heart, the woman escaped the alley and searched for the man who robbed her. Fortunately, she didn't have to look very far to find him. Unfortunately, the thug was looming not even a foot away from her, with a dead look in his eyes and a scowl on his face. Fury giving way to fear once again, the woman gasped and hesitated. The thug spoke in a voice that was very clearly not his own. For one, its tenor was a pitch lower. For another, it sounded like it was coming from within the bowels of a tin can.
"I am sorry, miss. I've done a terrible thing. Please, take your purse back."

The thug shakily reached forward, purse in hand, and presented it to the woman. Fear giving way to fury again again, the woman scowled and punched the thug in the face with a mighty *THWACK!* The thug didn't even flinch!

"Please accept my apologies. Goodbye."
At that, the thug sprinted away, kicking up a small cloud of dust. Normally this wouldn't be disconcerting, considering the speed at which he was running. The only suspicious thing was the fact that they were on the sidewalk. The woman stood flabbergasted as the low-hanging cloud of dust seemed to follow the thug's exodus.

With a shrug, the woman looped her arm through her purse's string and went on her way, flustered but largely unharmed.

That's one mugging gone right! Homefront thought to himself as he forced his thuggish host down 13th Street. I should get this boy a good ways away before I cut him loose. Wouldn't want him causing any more trouble for that lady!

Five blocks away, at the picturesque coastside, Homefront decided to relinquish control. The thug scratched his head in bewilderment as consciousness came rushing back to him. He couldn't remember much, only how he'd been robbing some lady and... somehow ended up here. One thing stuck out in his mind, a statement: Robbing people for their money isn't a good way to make money. Go to a trade school or something and learn something marketable. With nothing else to do and a strange feeling that he'd just made a lucky break, the thug decided to call it a day.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Seems that earnest hasn't posted here in nearly 3 weeks now. They've been posting elsewhere though. anyone know what's up?

@TheFake

Sorry, I've been waiting for @Zero Hex to reply. Turns out he went on vacation and will remain on vacation for a while! Yeah, I'll take the reins of the Resident Evil scenes in just a bit. Lemme get some notes drawn up.

Monsters Hotel

I suddenly have a title.
Neat.
Now what shall I do?

@akje

Take over the RP and send it in the direction you want, obviously.

In all seriousness, a GM that is on more often and has less urgent real-life obligations would be good for the RP's pacing. So long as @oakman gives you some creative control, of course.

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare nodded, but didn't understand a thing about what what this tanuki was saying.

"W-well, I suppose this Japan place is good enough, if it managed to create someone like you. I'll have to ask someone a bit more... educated about how the Dynasty is faring. Well, I hope you and your clerics get on well. I'll see you later, my good man!"

Djedkare gave Sweet Daddy K a fond handshake farewell, and moved on in the direction of the pool. The Dynasty must have fallen quite far to have given such BRUTES a role in the priesthood, he thought, Oh well... so long as they understand the holy rituals of their patrons, I won't deride them for their savagery. Djedkare eased himself into the lukewarm waters of the pool's hot tub, and relaxed.

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare leaned in and whispered conspiratorially.

"Room 212. Meet me in a quarter-hour. Bring no-one but your clerics."

Quickly, Djedkare returned to enthusiastically standing up straight, speaking a good bit louder.
"What place is Gakushima from, friend? It doesn't sound like it belongs to any of the lands I've been to! Oh, there's just so much I've missed, in my millennia-long waking slumber! You, my friend, will need to educate me about the current state of the great Dynasty! Say, what iteration is it at? Couldn't be any more than Eighth, Ninth, you know?"

@Professor_Wyvern

Monsters Hotel

Djedkare shrugged sheepishly, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"I must apologize, my friend. I suppose the people of the lower Nile had connected with the Thebans in my absence. Still, I am glad that our culture's ritual garb has survived the ages. All truths be told, I have not kept up to date with what has passed since I was inhumed. I must say that I am surprised at your name. It was always the realm of you priests to pick a magnanimous title, but 'Sweet Daddy K' is a bit foreign, don't you think? Bah, it's no matter... just the ramblings of an old man."

Djedkare noticed the buxom babes behind the bulbous tanuki, and chidingly waggled his finger at Kakutoku.
"It seems the passage of time has evaded you, as well! Your assistants have dressed themselves in the garb befitting the festival of the sacred tree of Iunu, but it is far too late for that! Woah-ho-ho-ho, how pleasant those memories were! Seeing you and your clerics has raised my spirits, my friend. Please, meet me in my room later. I have, hmm... I would have words with you, that I would prefer not to be overheard by the young boy over there." Djedkare subtly motioned towards Jack, and winked conspiratorially.

"Tell me, my friend, what city do you pledge your allegiance to? From your... hair... I would have guessed you are of Asyuti stock. Such a strong people! I am glad at least one of them saw fit to educate themselves for once in their lives! Oh ho-ho-ho-ho!"

@Professor_Wyvern

Titans Together!

Name: Jon Fawn

Alias: Homefront

Age: 35 at time of accident

Personality: Jon is zealous to a fault, owing to his powers. If he sets his mind to something, he will not stop until it is completed. However, his powers have given him a slightly skewed sense of morality. He does not treat life as sacred and will march his hosts into the fires of Hell itself in the pursuit of justice. When not occupied by the pursuit of justice, Jon is doting and fatherly.

Powers: Possession: Jon can take control of any sufficiently unpowered individual, giving them supernaturally-enhanced speed, strength, and endurance. When possessed, his host reverts to the average peak physical fitness of a member of the host's species. Cripples suddenly become able to walk and talk, the critically wounded's condition rapidly improves, and the artificially-enhanced suddenly lose their artificial enhancements. Jon's hosts are physically incapable of being killed, though trauma that would induce unconsciousness will force Jon to stop possessing them and revert the host to the condition they were in prior to possession.

While he lacks any physical means of communication, Jon is still capable of communicating with the world by ever-so-slightly extending his powers into the consciousnesses surrounding him. This telepathic speech is only blocked by psychic defenses or disruptors.

Weakness: Jon is only capable of interacting with the world so long as he has potential hosts. Powerful and exceptionally willful beings are entirely exempt from possession. If Jon's possession is broken on a previously wounded or disabled target, their wounds and disabilities will immediately return, potentially landing them in critical condition.
Technology and magic that disrupt psychic energy is extremely painful to Jon, but not sufficient to force him out of a possessed state.

Appearance: Jon's appearance depends on who he's controlling. When attempting to possess a host, Jon appears as a light cloud of condensation that is largely invisible to those not within close range.

Bio: Jon Fawn was once a loving father and a brilliant neuroscientist studying the theory of the "collective consciousness", an abstract idea that humans as a whole share ideas through cultural osmosis and some ill-defined "network" of minds.

While testing his theory in a cushy New York laboratory, tragedy struck at the same time the dreaded Ultra-Humanite did! The nefarious villain was also testing a theory on consciousness... why bother with a dangerous and extensive brain transplant when a simple transplant of the consciousness would be much quicker and easier?
Before the Ultra-Humanite's trial run (force Jon Fawn's mind into a lab rat's body and vice versa) could be fully completed, the Justice League broke in and saved the day for everyone! Unfortunately, Jon Fawn could not be recovered, and his comatose corpse would forever languish in the coma ward. Jon Fawn's consciousness, however, was consigned to live forever as an immortal pseudoghost: a stream of pure psychic energy without form or function.

Without a body to call home, Jon could do nothing but watch the countless evil acts of the world occur around him. After years of being forced to watch the evils of the world doing what they do, Jon finally came to an epiphany, and discovered his powers! The sheer potential for power abuse struck Jon like a stack of bricks, but utterly failed to corrupt him. Instead, mild-mannered Jon Fawn became the glorious Homefront, hero of the bystander in all of us!

Arc Ideas: Possessing the wrong person during an attack on a foreign dignitary causes an international incident.

Other:

Monsters Hotel

@Professor_Wyvern accepted man.

Also sorry all, Architecture school is eating me up. Writing a post so everyone chill.

@oakman

What about @Blumenkranz and @clanjos?