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Hey y'all. I am about to start working on a webcomic and try to draw for a living now.
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Oh no. The World Ending library has started to smell of lemon again. Nobody likes dying to the smell of citrus
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@DearTrickster That is true. Drono would likely go with Dex, especially since she is also the pilot and as a gunners-mate he need to be on the same page as her.
Drono is not your medical guy. He's our gunner/weapons guy.
Drono is savvy enough when it comes to trading and such. He had to be, he was pretty much the face of his old smuggler duo.
Dronos been to omega more then once, as a smuggler it is kind of a trading hub.
”You lost?” The man snarled at the shorter man. He was tall, 6'6, likely had some giants blood in him. Flanked by two humans wielding pieces of planks as weapons, the thug thought he owned the road as he stared down Hiro. Hiro for his part was enterily calm and just looked back at the ugly face infront of him with mild dissinterest. His clothes were so worn down that most thought him a simple homeless man. Well, it was true he was homeless, but he was far from simple. And now there was a bunch of thugs in his way, meaing to shake him down.
”No... No I am pretty sure I read the map right” he answered. ”Now. Please don't make this anymore ak-” He tilted his head to the side, stepped a little to the right and dodged the bigger mans punch with ease. The thug blinked, the sucker punch strategy having mostly worked without a hitch before. Yet this time he had missed. The vagrant didn't seem to move any further. No sign of agression on his calm face. ”As I was saying. Don't make this anymore akward.” The flippant attitude pissed the big man off even worse. He growled and stepped in for another punch. Again, the same thing. Only this time Hiro stepped around to the mans left, spinning on his heel and ending up back to back with the brute.
”Sloppy” he admonished. ”No footwork at all.” The two humans decided this was the time to smash the smug looking hobo with planks. Yet all their primitive weapons found was the back of their comrade who let out a shreek and stumbled forward. As the two looked both confused and terrified, Hiro stepped up beside them. Before they could reach, his fingers dug into a shoulder each and forced them to drop their weapons in pain.
”This is the Rending Claw style. If I want to, i can tear your shoulders clean off. But I won't becouse that would be rude.” HE said as he tightened this grip, making the two men to whimper in pain. As he let go, the two ran, holding their shoulders in pain.
It was about this time, the big thug rose to his legs. His face was red with rage. He charged at his new nemesis, roaring like a gorilla as he lifted a massive hand to smack the man who was making him look like a fool.
”Devestating Palm style. Water around the rock.” Hiro breathed out softly as he blocked the punch with a open hand. The kinetic force of the blow was absorbed by the seal in palm as he smashed his other palm agianst the mans chest. The big oaf was sent flying like a ragdoll, tumbling and rolling across the floor before skidding into the opposite wall. Hiro frowned as he looked around, behind a counter a balding fat man peeked up. The owner of the Inn that Hiro had just trashed.
”See..:” HE complained. ”Now it IS awkard.” He stated as he surveyed the damage. ”Since I am broke.”
”It's... allright... just leave my inn please?” The owner said helpfully. This made Hiro frown but he bowed to the man none the less. ”Thank you” He said. ”Your genoristity will be remembered” He smiled with eyes and mouth as he said it, entirely genuine in his respect. Thats when he stepped out into a street full of thugs.
”Ah.” The smile drained from his face as he took a position. ”I must warn you. You only brought ten guys, that's alot of bang for very little buck.” He made a ”come hither” motion at the mob and watched them run at him with knives and clubs.
”Devestating palm style. The Eleven Steps of Enlightment” He smiled as he took a step forward. ”Step one, find your center” He is legs spread out broadly as he duck a sword and smashed his palm against the attackers rib, hearing them crack. Another step. ”Step two, redirect your anger and anguish.” He redirected a incoming punch with one palm and smashed his other against the face of some poor man, breaking his nose. A sweeping circular pivot on his heel and his left foot stomped down hard on the foot of a man armed with a club. ”Step three, stop all fleeting thoughts.”
”Step four. Clear all thoughts” He slapped his palms against the sides of a particulary big attacker, rattling the poor mans brain so bad he foamed at the mouth. ”Step five. Push away all other thoughs.” He smashed his palms into two different attacks that tried to flank him, sending them flying. ”Step Six. Give to others.” Another spinning step and sweep tripped one attacker before Hiro sent him flying into two others. He breathed out slowly. ”As one day they will give to you.”
”Step Seven. Embrace the pain, as it is your teacher.” He took a punch but spun to deflect and lessen the blow, smashing his arcane powered pals against two other attackers, sending them flying. ”Step eight” He in among three attackers. ”Eliminate all distractions” Three rapid palm strikes later, each of them lay on the ground, writhing in pain.
He turnedto the leader of the bunch . A big man wielding a sword and wearing a plateharness. It was only him left standing. ”Step Nine. Relinquish all possesions” He ducked under the sword and smashed his palm to the mans fingers to make him drop his weapon. Then he smashed the clasps of the mans armor, breaking them and making the plates fall of his torso. Hiro smiles and took a wide stance. ”Step ten. Close your eyes and feel the emptyness.” His eyes fluttered close. The man charched. ”Step Eleven” he said softly. ”Expell everything from your being but the feeling of nothingness.” As he opened his eyes both his palms smashed the attacker, sending him flying backwards in a long, high arch. Blood poured from his nose and mouth, describing a trail in thair of saliva and blood.
”And that.” He bowed. ”is why you people should take it easy..”
”No... No I am pretty sure I read the map right” he answered. ”Now. Please don't make this anymore ak-” He tilted his head to the side, stepped a little to the right and dodged the bigger mans punch with ease. The thug blinked, the sucker punch strategy having mostly worked without a hitch before. Yet this time he had missed. The vagrant didn't seem to move any further. No sign of agression on his calm face. ”As I was saying. Don't make this anymore akward.” The flippant attitude pissed the big man off even worse. He growled and stepped in for another punch. Again, the same thing. Only this time Hiro stepped around to the mans left, spinning on his heel and ending up back to back with the brute.
”Sloppy” he admonished. ”No footwork at all.” The two humans decided this was the time to smash the smug looking hobo with planks. Yet all their primitive weapons found was the back of their comrade who let out a shreek and stumbled forward. As the two looked both confused and terrified, Hiro stepped up beside them. Before they could reach, his fingers dug into a shoulder each and forced them to drop their weapons in pain.
”This is the Rending Claw style. If I want to, i can tear your shoulders clean off. But I won't becouse that would be rude.” HE said as he tightened this grip, making the two men to whimper in pain. As he let go, the two ran, holding their shoulders in pain.
It was about this time, the big thug rose to his legs. His face was red with rage. He charged at his new nemesis, roaring like a gorilla as he lifted a massive hand to smack the man who was making him look like a fool.
”Devestating Palm style. Water around the rock.” Hiro breathed out softly as he blocked the punch with a open hand. The kinetic force of the blow was absorbed by the seal in palm as he smashed his other palm agianst the mans chest. The big oaf was sent flying like a ragdoll, tumbling and rolling across the floor before skidding into the opposite wall. Hiro frowned as he looked around, behind a counter a balding fat man peeked up. The owner of the Inn that Hiro had just trashed.
”See..:” HE complained. ”Now it IS awkard.” He stated as he surveyed the damage. ”Since I am broke.”
”It's... allright... just leave my inn please?” The owner said helpfully. This made Hiro frown but he bowed to the man none the less. ”Thank you” He said. ”Your genoristity will be remembered” He smiled with eyes and mouth as he said it, entirely genuine in his respect. Thats when he stepped out into a street full of thugs.
”Ah.” The smile drained from his face as he took a position. ”I must warn you. You only brought ten guys, that's alot of bang for very little buck.” He made a ”come hither” motion at the mob and watched them run at him with knives and clubs.
”Devestating palm style. The Eleven Steps of Enlightment” He smiled as he took a step forward. ”Step one, find your center” He is legs spread out broadly as he duck a sword and smashed his palm against the attackers rib, hearing them crack. Another step. ”Step two, redirect your anger and anguish.” He redirected a incoming punch with one palm and smashed his other against the face of some poor man, breaking his nose. A sweeping circular pivot on his heel and his left foot stomped down hard on the foot of a man armed with a club. ”Step three, stop all fleeting thoughts.”
”Step four. Clear all thoughts” He slapped his palms against the sides of a particulary big attacker, rattling the poor mans brain so bad he foamed at the mouth. ”Step five. Push away all other thoughs.” He smashed his palms into two different attacks that tried to flank him, sending them flying. ”Step Six. Give to others.” Another spinning step and sweep tripped one attacker before Hiro sent him flying into two others. He breathed out slowly. ”As one day they will give to you.”
”Step Seven. Embrace the pain, as it is your teacher.” He took a punch but spun to deflect and lessen the blow, smashing his arcane powered pals against two other attackers, sending them flying. ”Step eight” He in among three attackers. ”Eliminate all distractions” Three rapid palm strikes later, each of them lay on the ground, writhing in pain.
He turnedto the leader of the bunch . A big man wielding a sword and wearing a plateharness. It was only him left standing. ”Step Nine. Relinquish all possesions” He ducked under the sword and smashed his palm to the mans fingers to make him drop his weapon. Then he smashed the clasps of the mans armor, breaking them and making the plates fall of his torso. Hiro smiles and took a wide stance. ”Step ten. Close your eyes and feel the emptyness.” His eyes fluttered close. The man charched. ”Step Eleven” he said softly. ”Expell everything from your being but the feeling of nothingness.” As he opened his eyes both his palms smashed the attacker, sending him flying backwards in a long, high arch. Blood poured from his nose and mouth, describing a trail in thair of saliva and blood.
”And that.” He bowed. ”is why you people should take it easy..”
'Wip'
Name: "Hiro"
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A rugged, scrappy man around the age of 30. He looks weather worn, his feet are without shoes and his clothes seem well worn to the point where it hangs from his body in rags. HIis skin is a bronze tan color, like that of a man that rarely leaves the sun. A large backpack is strapped to his back, containing most of his personal belongings.
He carry himself with poise and power, but does not flaunt it. It is moe confidence then ego, and his keen eyes belie his wisdom.
Bio:
"My left fist has rent flesh, broken bones and punched out giants. And I happen to be right handed"
-Hiro, One of the Seven Fists.
Hiro is one of the seven fists. Seven disciples to one of the most notorious martial artists to ever live. Han Gao Sung was a man of ambition as well as unrivaled blood lust. He lived to fight, and even at his old age he would invite people to fight him in death matches. He knew however, that his time was limited, and sought to spread his unique and brutal fighting style to men and women of similair mindset as his own. Enter the Seven Fists. Also known as the "Saints of Violence". Under the sadistic old man, several young prospects were trained day and night for 14 years under his tutulage. He was a intelligent man, who saw the strengths and weaknesses of each pupil. While his core principles remained what bound each martial artist to his style nad teachings, he encouraged each to branch out, to use what made them unique and powerfull
Hiro was considered middle of the pack. A dangerous opponent who used a style of gauging swipes and devestating palmstrikes. He was below the top three in power, each of them besting him again and again. But the three others hardly ever won against him. He was one of the Masters favorite students however, becouse the young man was merciless. A serious fight would always end with a crippled or disabled opponent one way or another. Hiro himself was born a simple farmers child. But from early age, he had been a trouble maker. He was brawny and scrappy, picking fight with other kids from the day he learned his first insult. It was all his parents could do not to send the boy away far away. One day, Han Gao Sung decided to take the boy off their hands. He bought the boy for a incredibly amount of money, and convinced them it was for the best.
Under his tutulage, Hiro got to use his agressive side to hurt people without reprimands. He was taught that only the strong was allowed to rise to the very top. That mercy was a flaw in others to exploit. Hiro embraced this, he only ever trusted his master and the other six disciples.
There would come a day however, at Hiros 22'nd birthday, where the next step in their masters plan was realized. He led his disciples to the Monastery of Lost Souls in what was a bloody battle. The sect of the Lost Soul was a small and ancient order that safeguarded several powerfull Arcane and Eldricht Arms. The Violent Saints earned their nickname that day, rampaging, taking of the orders finest in combat and prevailing.
However, Hiro ended up facing down the very leader of the Order. Alliyah the Lost. A powerfull mystic, she beat him in short order, toying with him almost. But he kept coming, kept getting up, rage consuming him. Alliyah, seeing the twisted nature of the boys heart, did something that would change his life forever. The Lost Souls were experts at exorcising evil, in taking and rehabilitating those of the most wicked nature. She drove the evil from his very being. Struck at the very core of his soul, tore the rage out of him,quenched the blood thirst forever and expelled the the darkness. However, such depth did the boy possess, that the effort left her drained. And thats when Han Gao Sung struck. She was weakened, unable to fend him off for to long.
Hiro, now seeing the world without a veil of hatred for the first time in his life, saw the death before him and grew cold with fear. He stared as his master broke such a powerfull woman over his knee, snapping the spine. He fled, seeing his fellow Fists and their Master for the monsters they were. In his flight, he snagged up the Arms that Alliyah had dropped. With the power of a Arcane Arms, and his own training, he escaped.
Now Hiro travels, fighting not for the sake of violence, but to hone his skills for the inevitable confrontation with his peers who took offence with his sudden cowardice.
Other:
Arcane Arm: Hubris Fist
Standard Form: Vengefull Claw Style
The standard form is a pair of ordinary looking wraps around his hand. However, when he fights, his muscles in his fingers and hands become super resilient and strong, allowing him immense grip strength. He utilizes this by using his hands like claws. He can easily tear flesh, or gauge soft parts. But he can even tear into armor with his fingers or rip off metal shielding.
Alternate Form: Obliterating Palm Style
The Obliterating Palm Style is enables by two magical seals that appear on his palms. By redirecting force levied against him, he absorbs power and fire it back trough his palms. Each strike is massive, able to send a grow man flying or dent the thickest armor.
Overbreak Form: Erasing Fist Style
His overbreak forms takes the form of two spiked Cestus gloves. They are seemingly made out of some red, shining energy. In this state, his fists become lethal weapons. His speed is greatly increased and he hits like a sledghammer with every blow. While the directed force is not that of OBliterating, he makes up for it with the insane amount of speed he gains.
Unleashed Form: Hands of God style
Becoming a demi-god of brawling, Hiro becomes incredibly strong, fast and resiliant. He gains all the abilities of his other styles, only in a much more juiced up state. His Vengefull claw can tear anything, his Obliterating Palm Style can level buildings and his erasing fist style can put most things down seemingly with a singe supersonic punch.
Name: "Hiro"
Age: 30
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Appearance:
A rugged, scrappy man around the age of 30. He looks weather worn, his feet are without shoes and his clothes seem well worn to the point where it hangs from his body in rags. HIis skin is a bronze tan color, like that of a man that rarely leaves the sun. A large backpack is strapped to his back, containing most of his personal belongings.
He carry himself with poise and power, but does not flaunt it. It is moe confidence then ego, and his keen eyes belie his wisdom.
Bio:
"My left fist has rent flesh, broken bones and punched out giants. And I happen to be right handed"
-Hiro, One of the Seven Fists.
Hiro is one of the seven fists. Seven disciples to one of the most notorious martial artists to ever live. Han Gao Sung was a man of ambition as well as unrivaled blood lust. He lived to fight, and even at his old age he would invite people to fight him in death matches. He knew however, that his time was limited, and sought to spread his unique and brutal fighting style to men and women of similair mindset as his own. Enter the Seven Fists. Also known as the "Saints of Violence". Under the sadistic old man, several young prospects were trained day and night for 14 years under his tutulage. He was a intelligent man, who saw the strengths and weaknesses of each pupil. While his core principles remained what bound each martial artist to his style nad teachings, he encouraged each to branch out, to use what made them unique and powerfull
Hiro was considered middle of the pack. A dangerous opponent who used a style of gauging swipes and devestating palmstrikes. He was below the top three in power, each of them besting him again and again. But the three others hardly ever won against him. He was one of the Masters favorite students however, becouse the young man was merciless. A serious fight would always end with a crippled or disabled opponent one way or another. Hiro himself was born a simple farmers child. But from early age, he had been a trouble maker. He was brawny and scrappy, picking fight with other kids from the day he learned his first insult. It was all his parents could do not to send the boy away far away. One day, Han Gao Sung decided to take the boy off their hands. He bought the boy for a incredibly amount of money, and convinced them it was for the best.
Under his tutulage, Hiro got to use his agressive side to hurt people without reprimands. He was taught that only the strong was allowed to rise to the very top. That mercy was a flaw in others to exploit. Hiro embraced this, he only ever trusted his master and the other six disciples.
There would come a day however, at Hiros 22'nd birthday, where the next step in their masters plan was realized. He led his disciples to the Monastery of Lost Souls in what was a bloody battle. The sect of the Lost Soul was a small and ancient order that safeguarded several powerfull Arcane and Eldricht Arms. The Violent Saints earned their nickname that day, rampaging, taking of the orders finest in combat and prevailing.
However, Hiro ended up facing down the very leader of the Order. Alliyah the Lost. A powerfull mystic, she beat him in short order, toying with him almost. But he kept coming, kept getting up, rage consuming him. Alliyah, seeing the twisted nature of the boys heart, did something that would change his life forever. The Lost Souls were experts at exorcising evil, in taking and rehabilitating those of the most wicked nature. She drove the evil from his very being. Struck at the very core of his soul, tore the rage out of him,quenched the blood thirst forever and expelled the the darkness. However, such depth did the boy possess, that the effort left her drained. And thats when Han Gao Sung struck. She was weakened, unable to fend him off for to long.
Hiro, now seeing the world without a veil of hatred for the first time in his life, saw the death before him and grew cold with fear. He stared as his master broke such a powerfull woman over his knee, snapping the spine. He fled, seeing his fellow Fists and their Master for the monsters they were. In his flight, he snagged up the Arms that Alliyah had dropped. With the power of a Arcane Arms, and his own training, he escaped.
Now Hiro travels, fighting not for the sake of violence, but to hone his skills for the inevitable confrontation with his peers who took offence with his sudden cowardice.
Other:
Arcane Arm: Hubris Fist
Standard Form: Vengefull Claw Style
The standard form is a pair of ordinary looking wraps around his hand. However, when he fights, his muscles in his fingers and hands become super resilient and strong, allowing him immense grip strength. He utilizes this by using his hands like claws. He can easily tear flesh, or gauge soft parts. But he can even tear into armor with his fingers or rip off metal shielding.
Alternate Form: Obliterating Palm Style
The Obliterating Palm Style is enables by two magical seals that appear on his palms. By redirecting force levied against him, he absorbs power and fire it back trough his palms. Each strike is massive, able to send a grow man flying or dent the thickest armor.
Overbreak Form: Erasing Fist Style
His overbreak forms takes the form of two spiked Cestus gloves. They are seemingly made out of some red, shining energy. In this state, his fists become lethal weapons. His speed is greatly increased and he hits like a sledghammer with every blow. While the directed force is not that of OBliterating, he makes up for it with the insane amount of speed he gains.
Unleashed Form: Hands of God style
Becoming a demi-god of brawling, Hiro becomes incredibly strong, fast and resiliant. He gains all the abilities of his other styles, only in a much more juiced up state. His Vengefull claw can tear anything, his Obliterating Palm Style can level buildings and his erasing fist style can put most things down seemingly with a singe supersonic punch.
Sorry about taking so long with a post. I should be able to get one up tommorow.
The one that complained about the fish was Drono.
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