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How many more people need to die before we do something about ISIS?
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These status updates are...odd. I approve.
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Butts. They are so round, so squishy, so perfect. Bootiful.
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We are all massive nerds.
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Things you need to know:

I'm eighteen years old. I'm American. I'm a Protestant Christian. I don't like anime. I like comic books. I once killed a shark.

My roleplaying interests change periodically, and I am not currently looking to join any more roleplays at the moment.

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Wassi, dancing at last year's Shadow Eternity Christmas party.
Wassi Stickman - 31 - Male
Appearance: Faction: Shadow Eternity Canon, AU, or OC?: OC Universe of Origin: Stickverse (where all drawings and animations of stick people reside, that lack a defined universe.) Personality: Wassi is, above all things, a mercenary. He doesn't much care for anything beside money. When Wassi discovered The Great Tool, the first thing on his mind was how much money he could make with it. In fact, the first thing he drew were piles upon piles of gold. 'Course, everybody could tell it was fake, but at least he tried, right? Because of his overwhelming greed for all things monetary, Wassi doesn't work well with others. If he has anything to gain from betraying his allies, he'll usually take it. However, on occasion, Wassi will weigh the pros and cons of doing something that could potentially endanger his life. Recently, Stickman has decided that working with the Shadow Eternity and its agents, without stabbing them in the back, would reap many a reward. After all, an organization like that had money to spare. When money isn't involved, Wassi has no problem using other people as his shields and claiming that they're 'allies' or 'teammates.' Wassi's a coward, and would never in a million years take a bullet for anyone besides himself. This cowardice bleeds over into Wassi's combat style - The Stickman never engages enemies directly, instead he uses the Great Tool to create his own personal army to do all of the heavy lifting and punchy punchy type of stuff for him. Wassi's only redeeming trait is his creativity. Before he found the Great Tool, Wassi was an artist. He would draw immense, highly detailed paints of everything from great battles to sunrises to potted plants. He loved to paint, to draw, to create. He would always cook his own food, and he personally designed his own house and car. Truthfully, creation was the only thing he loved more than money. It was what took up almost all of his time. Wassi is also very defensive of his creations. He treats his own art (and sometimes the art of others) as more important than sapient life. Abilities/Weapons: Stickman physiology: Stick People, while appearing nothing like human beings, are about as fragile as they are. They can be shot, beat, and strangulated just as easily as a normal, run-of-the-mill human. He also lacks eyes and ears, and his mouth only appears when he wants it to. Yet (inexplicably) Wassi can still hear and see, and still requires oxygen to breathe. The Great Tool: A device used by the gods to create the Stickverse. The giant pencil (around three feet long) can be used to give life to anything made with it. The device is capable of registering what a drawing represents (IE: a person, or a bomb) and endows said creation with the traits of that device in the real world. The Great Tool's creation ability is limited by the physics of the Stickverse, and Wassi's speed at which he draws things. When something is drawn, its abilities are to scale. So the bigger the bomb, the bigger the explosion. The bigger the person, the stronger, ect. Here are some of the most common creations Wassi uses: Stickmen: These are pretty basic. He draws a to-sized stick figure, who has the same physiology as Wassi himself. The Stickmen communicate with Wassi telepathically, and will do whatever he wishes. Bandanna: A simple bandanna, but so much more. When drawn on a stickman, or Wassi himself, the bandanna makes the wearer a master of hand to hand martial arts combat, as well as giving them peak human physical stats. The stickmen are also capable of shooting energy beams from their hands. Weapons (guns, swords, whatever): When a Stickman equips a weapon they immediately become a master at using it. When using melee weapons, they become near-peak human. (Not as strong as the Bandannas, but close.) Staffs and wizard hats: This combo of items turns a Stickman into a magician. They are capable of using elemental magic, and have a short ranged teleport (with a decent cooldown, though.) They are physically weaker when they take up the role of wizard, though. Capes: These give the wearer exponential strength, speed, and durability upgrades, as well as allowing for flight. (10 ton lifting capacity, 40 mph speeds, bulletproof.) Wassi is also capable of temporarily applying these upgrades to himself. They usually only last about thirty to forty minutes, and take some time to draw. Unlike his creations, however, Wassi can apply multiple upgrades (max 2, currently) if he so pleases to. Limitations: The Great Tool is only capable of maintaining fifteen normal Stickmen at a time. A bandanna Stickman counts as two Stickmen; so does a Stickman with a weapon. Wizards count as three. A Cape counts as ten. Without the Great Tool, Wassi has no real powers. Any drawings of a vehicle, building, or super-weapon (a large railgun, for example) take up all of the Tool's capacity. Backstory: Wassi was born on a planet made of paper. He has no parents, and no family to speak of. He was created by the Great Artists to be a simple thief. That was Wassi's purpose in life: to steal, and do whatever it took to steal what he wanted. His partners in crime were his only friends; the five of them were the 'Seriously Super Six.' Together, they robbed bank after bank, and the police were powerless to stop their rampage of ridiculous schemes the Great Artists had them use. Life was chaotic, yet it was also simple. Life was good. Wassi would wake up every morning at six a.m, and meet his buddies at their abandoned warehouse hideout. They'd come up with some convoluted plan, magically obtain whatever they needed for the heist, and then went out and did it. That all changed when the Great Artists created Wassi's Nemesis, Chosen Hero. What a stupid name for a person. Chosen Hero was, as the name implies, the hero of the story. He was perfect in every way: super powers, handsome face, a cape. Chosen Hero disgusted Wassi. People would line the streets just to watch Chosen Hero fly around, parading the SSS gang like they were trophies every time he caught them. Which was every day, by the way. Chosen Hero would always beat them, and then take them to prison. The SSS gang always broke out before it was time for another heist, but still. Hero was ruining everything! Wassi's perfect life of villainy and money and companionship was gone forever, and it was all Chosen Hero's fault. So, one day, Wassi decided to break the mold. He decided that enough was enough, and that life was too short wasting it getting your backside handed to you by some fool in a cape. So he set off from his home town, away from it all: away from his friends, away from his Nemesis, away from his home. He decided to go on his own adventure. Little did he know, this was all part of the Great Artists' plan for him. On his travels, Wassi discovered a temple. The temple was filled to the brim with traps and obstacles of all kinds. From jumping puzzles to spinning swords to rooms where the walls tried to crush you. There was even a moment where he was chased down a corridor by a boulder. Eventually, Wassi reached the epicenter of the superstructure: A cavernous room, with only one object of note inside; The Great Tool, an over-sized pencil, sitting atop a pedestal. Wassi took said pencil, and escaped the collapsing structure. Wassi then began to learn of the Great Tool's abilities while living in a small jungle village. While there, he was approached by a shaman claiming to be a Great Artist. The shaman taught Wassi how to use the Tool to its greatest extent, before sending Wassi off back to his hometown. Upon returning home, Wassi started to create as much havoc as he could. He created a small army of ninjas to fight alongside him; the Stickmen wrecked whatever they wanted, killed anyone who got in the way, and pilfered whatever they pleased. Wassi was then confronted by Chosen Hero. After exchanging words, explaining his reasoning, Wassi created a clone of Chosen Hero, as well as a number of other Stickmen, and told them to kill Chosen Hero. The battle was hard faught, but Chosen Hero was no match for the overwhelming numbers coupled with fighting an exact copy of himself. When Wassi defeated Chosen Hero, he planned to execute him. The Great Artists, however, had planned otherwise, and tried to stop him. Yet Wassi broke free from their control using the Great Tool, killed Chosen Hero, and then attacked the Great Artists incarnate. The battle was hard fought, for the Great Artists used the same Tool as Wassi for their creations. Yet Wassi, in the end, was defeated. The Great Artists cast Wassi out, banishing him to the Multiverse. Yet they allowed Wassi to keep his tool, claiming that he had earned it. The confused villain found himself flung to a far off planet, with no knowledge of where he was or which way home lied. So Wassi drew himself a rocket ship, and began his futile search. Along the way, Wassi encountered the Shadow Eternity. Learning their intentions, Wassi joined forces with them, planning to take control of the organization's forces once UMMA was destroyed and bring it to bare on the Stickverse, and extract revenge on all who had opposed him.
It's always weird to hear Superman refer to himself as Kal-El. What time period did you base your Supes off of, anyway, @FacePunch?
I went with New 52, just because it's the most recent/that costume looks sweet. I decided to take Supes a few months after the Justice League was established, though. I haven't gotten much past the defeat of Darkseid in my own viewings and such.
I've been having some nasty writer's block, but I'm working through it. Something will be up soon.
Totally recommend watching some old Superman TV shows, or maybe the new movie. I generally get my inspiration from similar characters for my own. I dunno, just a tip.
I don't watch too much Roster Teeth stuff. But this Monty Oum guy sounds like he was pretty cool. He'll be missed for sure.
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"H-He's coming back!" One of the alien pirates stuttered, running as fast as his two feet could carry him."Just keep running! Maybe we can find somewhere to hi-" The man who had been speaking started to scream. His friend looked over, and noticed that his friend was gone - and the screaming had disappeared with him. The two remaining aliens stopped in their tracks, looking at one another."Screw this!" One of the panicked criminals yelled out, running off down an alleyway between two ruined buildings. The last alien began to breathe rapidly. He couldn't hear anything but the ringing in his ears. The pirate brought his rifle up to his shoulder, looking around as he stumbled into a wall. "Stay back! I'm warnin' you, freak!" He growled, keeping an eye on his surroundings. "Boo." The alien began to rapidly fire off shots from his gun in all directions, despite not being able to see Kal. This amused Superman greatly; really, he was having too much fun with these guys. A pair of blue-covered arms shot out of the brick wall the man was leaning against; the arms quickly wrapped around the alien and pulled him through the wall. Superman laid the pirate on the ground, assuming him unconscious. The alien, seeing Superman turn to leave, pulled out a blaster. He lifted the weapon and fired, the beam hitting Superman in the upper-back. "Gah!" Superman cried, bending down on one knee. The alien began to scoot back, grinning from theoretical ear to theoretical ear."Stay down, or I'll blow your head off!" the now-cocky pirate stated as he started to stand. The moment his eyes left Superman, however, he found a fist filling his vision. The pirate was thrown up, his back smashing into the roof, before he fell down and slammed face-first into the ground. "Hmph." Kal grunted. Superman grabbed the alien criminal, and tossed him in the middle of the street before he continued on to the third individual. The third criminal was in the upper floor of what appeared to have once been a bed room. He was clutching his rifle for dear life, pointing it at the door. Superman stopped flying suddenly, looking around. Not seeing anything, he closed his eyes and started to listen. He heard two sounds: First was the sound he was looking for, the rapid breathing of the alien who had been running away from Kal. But then there was also the quickly approaching flow of air behind him... Kal turned around just as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman flew up, appearing as a blur, and stopped right in front of Ridge. He raised his hand up, palm open. "I am Kal-El of the Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. You're being detained for questioning as a potential witness and or suspect to the crimes of piracy that have occurred nearby. Do you comply, or will I be forced to take action?" Some people might think that Kal was taking this job a bit too seriously. But the lives of the Multiverse were at stake - and protecting those lives was Superman's number one priority. Perhaps he isn't taking this job seriously enough.
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"H-He's coming back!" One of the alien pirates stuttered, running as fast as his two feet could carry him."Just keep running! Maybe we can find somewhere to hi-" The man who had been speaking started to scream. His friend looked over, and noticed that his friend was gone - and the screaming had disappeared with him. The two remaining aliens stopped in their tracks, looking at one another."Screw this!" One of the panicked criminals yelled out, running off down an alleyway between two ruined buildings. The last alien began to breathe rapidly. He couldn't hear anything but the ringing in his ears. The pirate brought his rifle up to his shoulder, looking around as he stumbled into a wall. "Stay back! I'm warnin' you, freak!" He growled, keeping an eye on his surroundings. "Boo." The alien began to rapidly fire off shots from his gun in all directions, despite not being able to see Kal. This amused Superman greatly; really, he was having too much fun with these guys. A pair of blue-covered arms shot out of the brick wall the man was leaning against; the arms quickly wrapped around the alien and pulled him through the wall. Superman laid the pirate on the ground, assuming him unconscious. The alien, seeing Superman turn to leave, pulled out a blaster. He lifted the weapon and fired, the beam hitting Superman in the upper-back. "Gah!" Superman cried, bending down on one knee. The alien began to scoot back, grinning from theoretical ear to theoretical ear."Stay down, or I'll blow your head off!" the now-cocky pirate stated as he started to stand. The moment his eyes left Superman, however, he found a fist filling his vision. The pirate was thrown up, his back smashing into the roof, before he fell down and slammed face-first into the ground. "Hmph." Kal grunted. Superman grabbed the alien criminal, and tossed him in the middle of the street before he continued on to the third individual. The third criminal was in the upper floor of what appeared to have once been a bed room. He was clutching his rifle for dear life, pointing it at the door. Superman stopped flying suddenly, looking around. Not seeing anything, he closed his eyes and started to listen. He heard two sounds: First was the sound he was looking for, the rapid breathing of the alien who had been running away from Kal. But then there was also the quickly approaching flow of air behind him... Kal turned around just as Ridge rounded the corner. Superman flew up, appearing as a blur, and stopped right in front of Ridge. He raised his hand up, palm open. "I am Kal-El of the Unified Multiversal Moderation Agency. You're being detained for questioning as a potential witness and or suspect to the crimes of piracy that have occurred nearby. Do you comply, or will I be forced to take action?" Some people might think that Kal was taking this job a bit too seriously. But the lives of the Multiverse were at stake - and protecting those lives was Superman's number one priority. Perhaps he isn't taking this job seriously enough.
Sooo.. How are you guys?
shhhh let's not make this awkward.
It's not awkward! I was just..uhhh.. Well, honestly, starting a conversation helps keep a thread near the top of the board, so people can see it. It's like a constant bumping that isn't entirely annoying.
The joke was lost on this one.
I never lose things. My senses are too keen - I would find it immediately.
Sooo.. How are you guys?
shhhh let's not make this awkward.
It's not awkward! I was just..uhhh.. Well, honestly, starting a conversation helps keep a thread near the top of the board, so people can see it. It's like a constant bumping that isn't entirely annoying.
Sooo.. How are you guys?
Alright, thanks.
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