HHShetland

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

"You're most welcome." He replied idly to Trey, dusting the collar of his suit. 'Idly' because, in the moments after the Dean came in with Chairman Lewis, his mind was once again delivered towards politics. He had hoped to one day have a word with Lewis, given that he admired the man for their similar ideologies. Not to mention, as a reasonable and sane human being, he was the perfect face for the MutRegAct.

He found it disgusting that some loonies insisted that he only wanted to get it passed so that the Mutant Tranquiliser Squad would have more work. He already knew from the whistleblowers on the Internet that Lewis held stock in them, but Lewis was not a greedy profiteer, that much his gut assured him. Besides, the MTS certainly weren't as bad as everyone thought they were, either, which is what he thought of when he heard everyone muttering about the armoured car. A lot of mutants thought they'd start gunning them down on the streets like the Sturmabteilung, but such an idea was reactionary nonsense. They were just a private police force that came equipped with the resources and the training to deal with dangerous mutants; nothing more, nothing less.

He shook his head a little bit when he realised that he was supposed to be in a conversation with someone. Having a strong opinion on something tends to distract people.

"As a matter of fact, I am. In the dorms, that is." He answered Trey's question, after a few seconds for remembering what the question was. "I believe it is in Room number 107. I made arrangements to have the room to myself, due to... special requirements."

Upon speaking those words, he realised he'd started to feel a little cold and sluggish already under his suit, prompting him to tug at his collar a bit. It was always rather tantalising when he was standing out in the bright sun and he was wearing something that blocks it.

After this little altercation, he was approached by another Student-to-be, a rather polite girl with furry ears and tail. Evidently the Gods couldn't decide whether to make her like him or not, and stopped halfway. Of course, he accepted any handshakes offered, though grasped her hand loosely to avoid crushing it with his own.

"Thank you. I must be honest, I'm no hero." He remarked half-sarcastically in response to her admiration for his apparent act of defiance; it must have looked that way, but he wasn't actually that used to be talked to in a looking-up sort of way. That's when happens when you're a Heel. "I was actually about to leave because these cretins weren't worth my time, but then Trey here got close to them for some reason, and... well, maybe I am a hero after all, heh."

MORTAL KOMBAT

Alrighty, so I think I got something. The idea originally went 'what if there was a Shokan who was also a Ninja?', but then I'll admit it got a bit out of hand as I tossed in elements of Kano and Stryker. Anyway, let me know if anything's out of place, which it may very well be:

Argo

Name: Argo

Homerealm: Earthrealm (Formerly Outworld)

Appearance: Argo is a Shokan, the same race of four-armed Dragon/Human hybrids that Goro, Kintaro and Sheeva belong to. He is also, like Goro, a member of the Draco lineage. But while Argo certainly has muscle and is about as tall as Sheeva, he generally appears much slimmer and more agile-looking than his fellow male Shokan. His skin is a very pale yellow and his face is also rather gaunt. He wears his black hair in a sort of mullet/ponytail combo, with the sides shaven.

His attire could be described as a mish-mash of Outworld and Earthrealm influences. He wears a sleeveless black bulletproof vest, over which he wears a dark Crimson sash slung over one shoulder, as well as another sash worn around the waist, under a belt with the Shokan emblem on its buckle. He also wears a black stitched mask that covers his neck and the lower half of his face. He also wears woodland camouflage combat trousers, modern armoured fingerless gauntlets on each hand, and similar bracers on his ankles which leave his toes exposed. Finally, he wears a Bandolier over his other shoulder on which he holds his grenades.

Fighting Style: In kontrast to most of his compatriots, Argo's self-taught fighting style, a kombination of klassic Shokan arena brawling and Earthrealm MMA, relies primarily on speed and agility to make up for his komparative physical fragility. He is particularly fond of wall-jumps, rolls and similarly erratic movements to psyche out the opponent, enabling him to get up close to deliver deadly flurries of punches with all four arms, as well as swift grapples that can bring down even the heaviest opponents. In addition, thanks to the time he's spent on Earthrealm, Argo has learnt to use Human weaponry to make up for his lack of ability in the magic department. He can handle a gun (four of them, in fact), but doesn't usually carry them as they go against his 'silent and discreet' modus operandi.

Special Abilities:
Napalm Grenade- Some of his favoured weapons are Grenades which he can throw at different angles much like Stryker. However, these particular grenades spread burning napalm across their blast radius, roasting anyone who comes in contact.
Knife Toss- He is also equipped with small Throwing Knives as a more direct means of harming the opponent from a distance; for extra lethality, he can toss four of them at once.
Gatling Punches- Making use of his speed, Argo can dash at his enemies and throw punches from each of his arms at rapid speed, working a lot like a Gatling gun, hence the name. He can throw up to twelve of them at a time.
Trip-'N'-Fling- If opponents harass Argo up-close, they are likely to receive this. Argo dashes forward, crouches and throws a back-handed Clothesline at the opponent's legs with his lower left arm, making them do a frontflip, before punching them in the back with both his right arms to send them flying.
Spinal Tap- Argo's favourite throw, this requires him to get up close to his opponent and grab them with his upper arms. First he throws some Gatling Punches to their gut, then switches hands and throws some into their face, then flips them sideways and Suplexes them into the ground, head-first.

Fatalities:
-Explosive Pressure: Argo stomps one foot on the opponent's knee, bringing them to heel, and uses two of his knives to pin them to the ground by their ankles. He then grabs both of their hands from behind and pulls them back with his lower pair of arms, pulls their head back with his upper left arm, places one foot just above the tailbone and another on the ground to keep him stable. Pulling the opponent's arms and head back for as excruciatingly long as possible, he uses his last remaining hand to deliver a punch to the top of their back, the pressure of which causes their torso to literally explode, leaving only their head and limbs.
-Impromptu Missile: Argo pulls the pin from one of his Napalm grenades and stuffs it in the opponent's mouth. He then grabs them and crouches down, holding them lengthways on his back. He places one pair of hands under their shoulders and the other on their thighs, and then rips them in half. At this point, the grenade detonates and sets the opponent's upper body alight, making them look like a flaming missile shooting through the air.

Personality:
Unlike a lot of Shokan, Argo isn't particularly loud or brash. On the contrary, he's very much a reserved and calculating sort of fellow who prefers to think things through. Tactically, he's quite the pragmatist, and finds the idea of 'honour' in war laughable. If he can strike first, he'll strike first. If he can run away from Shao Kahn, he'll run away from Shao Kahn. That being said, for similar reasons, he believes gratuitous chaos and destruction to be a detriment, thinking it the mark of tyrants. Above all else, he believes in the right to self-determination, on all scales, which is one reason why he never particularly got along with the governments of Earth, either.

Backstory:
Since day one, Argo was a troublemaker in Outworld. Growing up an orphan on the streets of Kuatan, he learned to rely on speed and agility to escape punishment at the hands of King Gorbak's finest whenever he stole something. Eventually, he was caught and pressed into service like the rest of his race, but his skillset and tactical style set him apart from most Shokan soldiers. Eventually, he became one of the only Shokan to be selected for service in Shao Kahn's Intelligence services, tasked with covert information-gathering and the occasional silencing of dissidents. The whole time, however, he remained dedicated to his ideals of independence and following one's own destiny, and loathed the Emperor precisely because of his tyrannical style of rule.

On one mission, Argo was sent into Earthrealm about half a century before the tenth Mortal Kombat tournament to gather information on Earthrealm technology and attempt contact with any potential sympathisers. However, finding himself in admiration of Humanity's self-determination, he took this opportunity to desert Shao Kahn and stay in Earthrealm.

Sometime later, though he had managed to lay low, with rumours of his existence and the occasional sighting dismissed as fabrications, he was eventually discovered by tribal warriors somewhere in Sub-Saharan Africa. The warriors approached him with caution, thinking he was a demon. Argo discovered soon afterwards that they were fighting as part of a rebellion against the local government, and offered to assist them, sympathising with their desire for independence. After a while, he had established himself in the area as a well-intentioned but ruthless warlord, known as 'General Four-Arms', and had turned his small tribal force into a well-equipped, half-threatening militia via mercenary work and indulging in the illegal arms trade.

Things went quite well for him, as his penchant for stealth also made him quite enigmatic, and Earthrealm authorities often took his name to be a metaphorical description of his strength rather than a literal description of his biology (and he often hid his second pair of arms under an enormous longcoat, anyway). It was only after Goro's defeat in the tenth Mortal Kombat tournament that things changed; the Special Forces took notice of Argo's operations and, realising what he really was, sent in agents to capture him. Being used more to amateur militiamen and the occasional Russian or South African mercenary, Argo was caught off guard by their elite agents (acting without authorisation, the OIA not existing yet), to be drilled for intelligence on Outworld... intelligence likely to be fifty-odd years out of date.

Motivation:
Argo is not, by any stretch of the imagination, an idealist. In the grand scheme of things, he considers the leaders of Earthrealm the lesser of two evils, and only fights for it to preserve its independence. That, and if Shao Kahn wins, he'd no doubt face retribution for his desertion. In the end, he simply wishes to do his own thing without interference.

MORTAL KOMBAT

When I've finished my Char, still WIP, I'll post it here.

MORTAL KOMBAT

On the topic of bosses, I was toying with the idea of playing as Kintaro, but now that I think about it, I suppose @Mortimer has a point.

That being said, one of my other kharacter ideas (and I have a lot of 'em), was a Shokan who relies more on speed and agility, as opposed to brute strength like the existing ones do. Plus, they'd be a good guy. Hope that's alright.

MORTAL KOMBAT

This seems like it may be interesting, what with all the MK I've been playing as of late.

I have a few questions, though. First, can we play as the 'bad guys'? (The kharacter idea I first came up with was a Revenant who works for Quan Chi, so he'd naturally fight on Outworld's side).

Second, can we just describe the kharacter instead of using a picture, if we can't find any pictures that match what they're supposed to look like?

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

@SimplyJohn

"Uhh... K'dav?" Tongzka waved uneasily at the enormous giant-like creature that decided to upturn his lips at him, which, given how foreign cultures worked, could mean anything. For all Tongzka knew, the giant wished to eat him alive, bones and all, and then crap his bones back out and use them to make chandeliers.

"Miz dub'la Tongzka." He introduced himself, speaking slowly and cautiously, in the hopes of making himself seem more friendly than he actually is.

"Umm, ah... Uu vurk'l Bar'l-voz?" He asked, rubbing his antennae again in slight embarassment; the embarassment was too much, in fact, for a professional worker! He had to offset this crippling ailment with a joke of some kind. "Heheh... com'du-krez'de at var'e prin-tari!"

Though he sighed in relief at having managed to build the confidence to share some classic Bardovan humour, his mood was once again swung to near heart-attack levels when he heard the distinct 'BANG' of an explosion go off on the floor nearby.

@Balthazar007

"EX'PEL-NAAD!!" He yelled to warn the other locals of danger, jumping down from his seat and tensing up. It was then he noticed the explosion in question was tiny and... rainbow-coloured? It made him internally reflect on the weirdness levels of his career thus far, being reminded of the CSS Kande-Krussh Incident like that, but it was not enough to offset his newly-found panic.

"...Yat und'o-lakza d'tal?!!" He exclaimed. That is, until he saw the big fellow from before use some more of his magic tricks to seemingly reform the floor. It was at this point that he stopped tensing up and instead started to look on with anticipation to see what this show would bring him next. Of course something else happened, a fire broke out, a very shiny creature with what resembled plump Karganos Melons strapped to their chest extinguished it by turning into a puddle of liquid, and some tiny creature like him started rambling about something in an evil fashion.

He thought he'd gotten it, and started laughing a bit. Not in an amused way, but in a 'haha, I have you all figured out!' way. "Hehehe... maz ak'i zo'prom! Glik'ma Et'e-Veh She, Nutovaz-avee!"

Of course, it was all some kind of prank designed to mess with foreigners like him, probably for a local Reality show. He was so impressed with how thorough it all seemed that he didn't even acknowledge the big guy's sudden shouting. It was good acting, though, it had to be said.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

Rooms are usually designed for two, with exceptions. If Sumat explained his rather large physiology, he probably received a room for himself...

@Dark Eternity

Well, it's not just that, but he also needs a hot light mounted on the ceiling.

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

"De... broo k'n... dee broo-k'n... huh."

Tongzka the Bardovan dockworker was exhausted. Never in his life has he had to trek on foot through uncivilised, undeveloped wilderness for that long. There were so many trees around, quite honestly, the four-foot-tall alien found it exhilarating. He'd seen a couple trees back in Zapruzhatza, but they were all in parks. And they made a sort of 'BWONG' noise when you knocked on them. These were more rough and infested with worms, and generally not very nice.

Now, in his exhaustion, he had reached a building that he presumed was some kind of Cantina, what with the great emblem of a drinking implement on the front. But the words above it confused him; they were written in some bizarre language he'd never seen before.

"Dee Broo-k'n D'rem." He finally settled on after a good fifteen attempts at pronouncing the name. He rubbed his top antennae with one hand, adjusting the Thermal Lance strapped to his back with the other. Never left home without it. Hopefully, with a bit of luck, it'd come in handy for communicating with the locals he'd seen, what with their elaborate stage magic culture. One of them managed to trick him into thinking he'd shot fire out his hand, and it was so well-done, Tongzka actually caught fire for a few seconds. Tongzka couldn't help but be impressed.

Tongzka wandered... or 'pattered' might be a better term... inside the building. Yet more evidence of low tech in the area, he noticed, what with the lack of central heating. Or metal. That was another thing he wasn't used to; everything was so brown. It was so brown, in fact, that he could practically taste the brownness on his slick tongue. It tasted like Favelanian chocolate liquer.

He pattered up to what he assumed was the bar, though it was a bit difficult to tell considering that it wasn't that big and didn't even have a cover over it. The seats were too big and unwieldy as well. Tongzka gingerly lifted himself up onto one of them, fearful that he might get deadly poisonous splinters.

"...K'dav?" He called out, in the hopes of attracting the attention of whoever owned this establishment. "Miz be-fli tep'ru-tza debka. An'ma... uh..." He paused and considered his words, realising that the locals probably don't know what a 'Teleporter' is. "...Miz dan'run ode-muz'sa."

The Broken Drum - Casual drop-in chat for out-of-work adventurers

Tongzka

Name: Tongzka Zapruzhatza Vezilz-Tor 949 (Tongzka of Zapruzhatza, Dockworker Number 949)

Race: Bardovaz-avee (Bardovan)

Class: Vezilz-tor (Longshoreman/Mechanic)

Alignment: Scut Porz'l-brez (True Worker (True Neutral))

Biography: To get a sense of what Tongzka's life was life, it's important to know about Bardovan culture. See, the Bardovan home world, Bardov, is run by a quasi-Communist single-party government. The family, as a social unit, has been wiped out. Young Bardovans are sent to live in communes where they must learn basic work skills, and when they pass, they are assigned a job; and their 'family' name is literally their assigned job title. However, Bardovans who do well enough get to go to special universities and choose a more prestigious career, with the highest honour being the opportunity to join the One Bardovan People's Party. Tongzka was a shoe-in to joining the Party, but then he quit and became a lowly dockworker instead. Some people think it was an act of defiance, others think it was because everyone else in the Party was taller than him. Bardov may never know.

One day, Tongzka was on break from rearranging crates at the Zapruzhatza spaceport, reading the latest issue of Interdimensional Travel Quarterly, when one of his clumsy colleagues knocked over a shipping container full of Six-Pack Cans of Hydrogen (for robots). The Liquid Hydrogen fuel leaked into another container loaded up with decommissioned Flux Capacitors. When Tongzka called for a cleanup crew, he slipped on some of the Hydrogen and bashed his head on the side of the container, missing the Flux Capacitors completely. Unfortunately, the cleanup crew set off some kind of accident which teleported them away to an unknown location. Glad that he was not caught in the accident, Tongzka let his guard down when he dropped his coffee on a teleporter and accidentally stood on it.

The resulting teleporter accident sent him to some weird-ass planet at a medieval level of development, infested with creatures that can somehow bend the laws of physics via waves of the hand. Convinced that it's all clever illusions by a culture of stage magicians, Tongzka decided to head to the local cantina, one 'Broken Drum' place, to find out how the hell he can get home.

Favourite Drink: Coffee, lots and lots of it. Preferably blue-black, with spicy beans imported from Jairov.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

Are these Co-ed rooms, then? If Artemis is in the same room (as opposed to the same hall) as Alex and David. Sumat is in the same hall as them, but I imagine he has a room to himself to fit his special requirements.