Gentlemanvaultboy

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

Richard Hawk

If there was one thing Richard had never expected to see, stationed as he was on this depressingly empty ball of sand, it was a sudden snowstorm. He smiled at the sweet nostalgia of it. Soldiers running about around his feet, desperate and freezing in a sudden enemy attack, while he say all warm and toasty in his robot sipping tea from a thermos. It reminded him of those cold Arizona nights. It was like going back to childhood. Or getting a preview of Hell, for that matter.

Richard watched through his icy camera as the storm began to fade as the first of the enemy drop ships began to land. The only ones doing any harrying were the angels, and as he scanned the battlefield he found the reason why. Some sort of wizard was here distracting everybody from what was really important. Richard would just have to remind them.

The mech stepped forward, shaking off the layer of ice that had coated it as it raised the two boxes in its hands skyward. "Come on boys, can't you see it's Christmas morning?" came his voice crackling out over the coms. The the front of the boxes burst open, reveling rows of missals. "All the good little boys and girls are rushing down to get their presents. WE DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT THEM!"

He pulled the triggers and over two dozen missals leaped into the air, seeking drop ships. They slammed into one, and another, and another, knocking them from the air in bursts of fire. One went tumbling into the landing zone of another, turning both into beautiful blooms of smoke and shrapnel.

Richard smiled when he saw other streaks start to shoot up into the air. More missiles, energy beams, flak cannons. More drop ships started dropping like stones. Having successful redirected the attentions of the men, Richard smiled and let loose another salvo before stowing his launchers in the pods. He swapped them for a pair of chainguns that he began to spin up before flipping on his boost and charging toward the ships that had already made it down. "HERE'S SANTA!" He cried as he he opened fire.

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

RICHARD!

Age: Early 40's
Species: Human
Gender: Male

Personality: Richard Hawk is evil. Cartoonishly evil. For reasons that defy explanation he just seems to hate freedom. He hides it well, but the moment he sees an opportunity for power all subtlety goes out the window. When Richard goes in he goes in big, loud, and cackling. He seems like the sort of person who wouldn't care what anyone thinks of him, but he actually seems to have a bit of a hero complex. He wants people to love him as some sort of hero even as he's oppressing them. In many ways the man is a big child who sees the world as a toybox for him to play with and just can't help himself.

Bio: Nothing much is know about Richards past, other than him serving with his friend and future running mate Michael Wilson in a conflict known as the Arizona Insurrection. The two were apparently war heroes.

Sometime after Michael became president Richard and the military launched a coup d'état, driving Michael from the White House. Richards policy changes were swift and brutal. Dissidents across the country were thrown in public cages, the government took control of the media, and a giant mechanical spider was set loose in the streets of New York City. Eventually Michael fought his way across the country and the two had a showdown in Las Vegas before Richard escaped into space. Micheal pursued, and after a fierce battle Richard was sent tumbling into the atmosphere.

Perhaps it was his tumbling to Earth like a falling star combined with Michael's burning American spirit and earnest wish to save his friend, but in that moment Richard was shunted from his universe.

Abilities: Richard is an excellent mecha pilot.

Mobile Armor Richard Model (Best picture I could find)

Micheal's Metal Wolf (Same type of mecha, Richard is a copycat)

Standing at one story tall, quite small by mecha standards, Richards Mobile Armor is actually quite sturdy. Capable of tanking multiple rockets and uncountable rounds of small arms fire. While incapable of true flight its booster system allows it to remain airborne for quite some time, either by firing continually for a boost of speed or chaining together multiple short boosts. These boosts also allow it to freely and quickly change direction, a technique essential for dodging fire on the battlefield. The booster can also be fired off for deadly melee attacks, the most dangerous of which is a diving kick.

The mecha's backpack pods contain a rack holding three weapons each, allowing the pilot to quickly switch out weapons to suit his needs. In desperation the pods can also be used to fire every weapon equipped to them at once in a devastating barrage. The pods are modular, allowing any weapon to be thrown in there so long as it is large enough for the mecha to use. Strangely they seem to be able to hold weapons that are larger than they logically should be able to.

Organization: Reign of Chaos. Worked his way up to executive, but busted back down to subordinate after two months for "Gross misappropriation of vital war resources for the purposes of wanton and ultimately pointless supervillainy."

Universe of Origin: Metal Wolf Chaos

Multiverse At War - (MAW) (High Casual RP: Always Welcomed)

RICHARD!

Age: Early 40's
Species: Human
Gender: Male

Personality: Richard Hawk is evil. Cartoonishly evil. For reasons that defy explanation he just seems to hate freedom. He hides it well, but the moment he sees an opportunity for power all subtlety goes out the window. When Richard goes in he goes in big, loud, and cackling. He seems like the sort of person who wouldn't care what anyone thinks of him, but he actually seems to have a bit of a hero complex. He wants people to love him as some sort of hero even as he's oppressing them. In many ways the man is a big child who sees the world as a toybox for him to play with and just can't help himself.

Bio: Nothing much is know about Richards past, other than him serving with his friend and future running mate Michael Wilson in a conflict known as the Arizona Insurrection. The two were apparently war heroes.

Sometime after Michael became president Richard and the military launched a coup d'état, driving Michael from the White House. Richards policy changes were swift and brutal. Dissidents across the country were thrown in public cages, the government took control of the media, and a giant mechanical spider was set loose in the streets of New York City. Eventually Michael fought his way across the country and the two had a showdown in Las Vegas before Richard escaped into space. Micheal pursued, and after a fierce battle Richard was sent tumbling into the atmosphere.

Perhaps it was his tumbling to Earth like a falling star combined with Michael's burning American spirit and earnest wish to save his friend, but in that moment Richard was shunted from his universe.

Abilities: Richard is an excellent mecha pilot.

Mobile Armor Richard Model (Best picture I could find)

Micheal's Metal Wolf (Same type of mecha, Richard is a copycat)

Standing at one story tall, quite small by mecha standards, Richards Mobile Armor is actually quite sturdy. Capable of tanking multiple rockets and uncountable rounds of small arms fire. While incapable of true flight its booster system allows it to remain airborne for quite some time, either by firing continually for a boost of speed or chaining together multiple short boosts. These boosts also allow it to freely and quickly change direction, a technique essential for dodging fire on the battlefield. The booster can also be fired off for deadly melee attacks, the most dangerous of which is a diving kick.

The mecha's backpack pods contain a rack holding three weapons each, allowing the pilot to quickly switch out weapons to suit his needs. In desperation the pods can also be used to fire every weapon equipped to them at once in a devastating barrage. The pods are modular, allowing any weapon to be thrown in there so long as it is large enough for the mecha to use. Strangely they seem to be able to hold weapons that are larger than they logically should be able to.

Organization: Reign of Chaos. Worked his way up to executive, but busted back down to subordinate after two months for "Gross misappropriation of vital war resources for the purposes of wanton and ultimately pointless supervillainy."

Universe of Origin: Metal Wolf Chaos

One Sentence

We were all chickens though, and so I had the misfortune of awakening as a sentient blob of skittle flavored beaks and meat.

The Schools of Magic (Needs more Players to Stay Alive!!!)

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As he got up and started walking out of the room he thought about how strange this was. The man hadn't handed out a syllabus or anything. The class hadn't started yet, so maybe that was why. He'd probably give them something then.

He walked out into the bright sunshine of the day. If everything was going to go that quick he'd have a whole day to himself. Maybe that was the point, come to think of it. He had to get a beast now. Like an animal or something. He looked around, but unfortunately didn't see any animals in his vicinity. So that was a wash.

Wait, no, he was stupid. He couldn't collect an animal himself.

He'd need a net or something.

The Schools of Magic (Needs more Players to Stay Alive!!!)

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So this man was Professor Smith. He repeated it in his mind a few times. This was Smith. Smith. Smiiiiiiiiiiith. Smith. He rolled it over in his head and attached it to this guys face, filing the combination away in his memory. Then he nodded his head and put his hand back down.

That was one name already, and it was a pretty simple one. This class was off to a great start.

The Schools of Magic (Needs more Players to Stay Alive!!!)

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This guy was a pro. He'd moved his head and still hadn't blinked. He'd stood up and everything. Bobby couldn't compete with that kind of self control.

The man had asked for question, and truth be told he had a million of them. He wondered about the stories they were going to be learning. He wondered what materials they were supposed to have. He wondered, stil, where he could find that phone. But there was one thing he wondered above all else.

He raised his hand, so as to be polite. "Sir, what's your name?"

The Schools of Magic (Needs more Players to Stay Alive!!!)

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Bobby sat in an equal amount of silence, but his was more confused. Was anything supposed to happen? Maybe everyone wasn't here yet? He stood up for a moment and angled himself to get a better look at the door. No one else seemed to be coming in. He plopped back down, then stood back up to get a second look.

Same as before. No one coming in. He sat down.

He stood again and looked round the room for a whiteboard or something. If there was something to be done it was usually on a whiteboard, or a little poster.

Nope. He sat down.

Bereft of direction he just looked at the stern man. It wasn't really a stare down, he just wanted to see if he could go longer than him without blinking.

The Village of Secrets

The Thieves Guild plays a very important role in any community. No one wants any unlicensed thieves knocking about.

The Village of Secrets

"If I ever get the nerve, I'll be there." he called, waving as the Sentinel strolled away. When he was sure the man was out of earshot he let out the breath he didn't even know he'd been holding, then took the notebook back from Sarah. "There ain't a bloke in the village who wouldn't feel the lesser man standing next to him." He said in admiration. Then he flipped open the notebook, made a face, then quickly brushed it off. "Guess that's what I get for asking this during a busy week. I'll get it to ya though, if the rabbits don't get me first," he said with a smile.