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sorry for posting it here. I'll put it in the OOC
Name - Johnathon Wilson
Alias - Lucky Number
Age - 23
Power[s] -
Peak of human ability in strength, agility, reflex, and speed
He is so lucky that sometimes it seems like he has favors with the universe. He usually has extreme luck, so much so he is hard to kill, but can be defeated and captured, but is just so FREAKING SLIPPERY! :P
Weaknesses - He is a human with luck. He has all the weaknesses of a human.
How long at the Institute - fresh meat.
Favorite subject - History
Favorite teacher - None
Appearance - He is about 6'2" and weighs 186 pounds in muscle. He has silver hair and golden eyes. His face is graceful and handsome, but can easily contort to be frightening when he is angry.
His costume, which he wears a lot, is mostly a blue color. It's got green accents and he has a belt with lots of pouches that is green. His boots and gloves are a darker blue, and he has a golden seven on his chest (A reference to Lucky Number Seven, which is the slot machine jackpot.). He has white spots where his eyes are, and they have green areas that stop just before the middle of his face, along with the edges.
BRIEF Bio - Johnathon is a strange case when it comes down to x-men. He actually started his life as a successful mercenary, but not to the point of his idol, Deadpool. His childhood was ordinary, well, except for his natural regeneration and durability making things both difficult and easy. Difficult to fit in, easy to deal with people that expressed their hate for him. Most of his history after dropping out of school at the age of sixteen is just doing odd end contracts and training. After a while he decided that he could get more out of life than just being a mercenary, and found out about the school for mutants, and decided to go there, and try again at academics.
Notes - Sorry for the skimpy history. Just tired right now. Most likely will expand on it later.
Alias - Lucky Number
Age - 23
Power[s] -
Peak of human ability in strength, agility, reflex, and speed
He is so lucky that sometimes it seems like he has favors with the universe. He usually has extreme luck, so much so he is hard to kill, but can be defeated and captured, but is just so FREAKING SLIPPERY! :P
Weaknesses - He is a human with luck. He has all the weaknesses of a human.
How long at the Institute - fresh meat.
Favorite subject - History
Favorite teacher - None
Appearance - He is about 6'2" and weighs 186 pounds in muscle. He has silver hair and golden eyes. His face is graceful and handsome, but can easily contort to be frightening when he is angry.
His costume, which he wears a lot, is mostly a blue color. It's got green accents and he has a belt with lots of pouches that is green. His boots and gloves are a darker blue, and he has a golden seven on his chest (A reference to Lucky Number Seven, which is the slot machine jackpot.). He has white spots where his eyes are, and they have green areas that stop just before the middle of his face, along with the edges.
BRIEF Bio - Johnathon is a strange case when it comes down to x-men. He actually started his life as a successful mercenary, but not to the point of his idol, Deadpool. His childhood was ordinary, well, except for his natural regeneration and durability making things both difficult and easy. Difficult to fit in, easy to deal with people that expressed their hate for him. Most of his history after dropping out of school at the age of sixteen is just doing odd end contracts and training. After a while he decided that he could get more out of life than just being a mercenary, and found out about the school for mutants, and decided to go there, and try again at academics.
Notes - Sorry for the skimpy history. Just tired right now. Most likely will expand on it later.
Hope you know a lich is unstoppable in itself. You have to destroy their phylactery to truly kill one. And if one hides it where no one will ever find it, then wipes the location from their memory, then well. It's gonna be a long while to search the whole world top to bottom to find it.
Um
Sorry to burst any bubbles, but the reason why it stopped here is it has it's own website now!
It's in my signature if you want to join it.
it's got a website.
Sorry to burst any bubbles, but the reason why it stopped here is it has it's own website now!
It's in my signature if you want to join it.
it's got a website.
wha?
It never said that
So all that inventing and all was for nothing?
NOOOOOO!
I CALL FALSE ADVERTISEMENT!
It never said that
So all that inventing and all was for nothing?
NOOOOOO!
I CALL FALSE ADVERTISEMENT!
same here. When my guy actually gets out his castle i'm sure he won't mind having some toys to play with.
heh, i was too. But it was a good picture.
Sorry for it not being cartoony, i tried.
Sorry for it not being cartoony, i tried.
In a mountain far off from any civilization, a large cavern with a castle within rests in peace. And inside this castle is a man that is just a shadow of what he once was, whatever he once was. He had really evil looking armor on, with the gloves off showing his shadowy hands. He had little glass blocks on the table and was using them to build little structures. A human in black leather armor with white runes carved in slinks into the chamber, and clears his throat. The man looks up, and an audible sigh escapes his lips. In a voice that sounded like the beckons of death, he says "What is it? Can't you see i'm doing something here?" The human backs up a little, made uneasy at his master's voice. "Some mortals are planning on setting up a mine into the mountain. What are we to do?" "Send out a squad of the soldiers." The man bows in respect and exits. The man looks at the glass blocks, and he slams his hands onto them, causing them to splinter. His voice echoes over nightmares and through the cavern ALL QUIVER IN FEAR, FOR I HAVE AWOKEN TO THE CHANGE, AND I SHALL RETURN SOON. THE WORLD WILL FALL UNDER THE MIGHT OF SKIZZERAX THE DESTROYER!
Name: Johnathon Wilson
Alias: Lucky Number
Age: appears to be 18
Gender: Male
Abilities/Skills: Master swordsman, marksman, and fist fighter.
Powers: Near Super-human strength, speed, reflex, and agility. A tongue sharp as any blade (Not literally, mind you.)
Superhuman Durability
Impressive regeneration factor, where he can regrow an arm in half an hour. If he is decapitated, he has until brain death (five minutes) to put it back on the right way.
Near-impossible luck, where the universe seems to want him to live.
Weaknesses: If his body is destroyed comepletely, he is gone. But this does not include making him a bloody pulp. Instant incineration or being atomized are good examples.
His own insanity can sometimes be a weakness.
Equipment: Twin ultra-alloy katanas that are sharp enough to slice stone and put little cuts in steel, and are nearly unbreakable. Two pistols, a Sub Machine Gun. Two small steel knives in sheaths on his left leg, along with a hunter's knife in a sheath just above his right boot.
Personality: In combat, he is utterly insane and unpredictable in fighting style and tactics. But out of such stressful situations he is actual a good guy, if a little shy at times. He likes to try to make a joke of everything, even if he ends up making himself look like a fool. He is a very loyal friend though, even if he is slow to trust. But at times he can be a little bit creepy.
History: Johnathon is the son of Slade Wilson, or Deathstroke and Mary Wilson, or formerly, Mary Winters. He was mostly raised by his mother, but the family was supported by Slade. He had a rather normal and good life. Went to school, had good grades. But at the age of ten, his mother told him who his father really was, because she had been telling him lies in fear her child may go looking for his father. But this revelation did the opposite of what Mary wanted it to do, it inspired him to become a mercenary and do just as well, or even better than, his father. He started training his body at the age of eleven, even though it was already fit. He trained to his strain point every day to get better. In fact one day when he was in high school, and the age of fourteen, the school bully, who had ignored him for a while, was harassing him. Johnathon finally snapped and threw the kid. No joke, picked him up and threw him. He was suspended from school, but he just dropped out. He even moved away from his mother, but still keeps contact with her through either phone or internet. His father got news of this, and payed him a visit after he got a new place. He did not approve of Johnathon leaving his mother or dropping out, but did not push him too much. He understood that John was more a loner, Slade was John's father after all. Johnathon did nothing but train, train, and take the occasional low end contract to get some cash. At the age of sixteen, he had ordered some weapons, and got two katanas from his father as a birthday present. Made of an alloy that was nearly unbreakable, and were sharp enough to cut stone. Another year and he has a costume, which he designed and made himself. A year later and that's where we start, which is where he gets a name for himself.
Lucky Number.
Appearance:
His outfit is a full body suit of a comfortable cloth. It is mostly blue, but with strips of green in the mix. The boots are a darker blue, and so are his gloves. His mask has two white spots for where his eyes are, and these are surrounded in green areas, which end at the middle of the face, and the edges of the face. On his chest there is a golden seven (In reference to Lucky Number Seven, the jackpot on slot machines.)
Other: Hop this is not too much. I really spent some time on this.
Alias: Lucky Number
Age: appears to be 18
Gender: Male
Abilities/Skills: Master swordsman, marksman, and fist fighter.
Powers: Near Super-human strength, speed, reflex, and agility. A tongue sharp as any blade (Not literally, mind you.)
Superhuman Durability
Impressive regeneration factor, where he can regrow an arm in half an hour. If he is decapitated, he has until brain death (five minutes) to put it back on the right way.
Near-impossible luck, where the universe seems to want him to live.
Weaknesses: If his body is destroyed comepletely, he is gone. But this does not include making him a bloody pulp. Instant incineration or being atomized are good examples.
His own insanity can sometimes be a weakness.
Equipment: Twin ultra-alloy katanas that are sharp enough to slice stone and put little cuts in steel, and are nearly unbreakable. Two pistols, a Sub Machine Gun. Two small steel knives in sheaths on his left leg, along with a hunter's knife in a sheath just above his right boot.
Personality: In combat, he is utterly insane and unpredictable in fighting style and tactics. But out of such stressful situations he is actual a good guy, if a little shy at times. He likes to try to make a joke of everything, even if he ends up making himself look like a fool. He is a very loyal friend though, even if he is slow to trust. But at times he can be a little bit creepy.
History: Johnathon is the son of Slade Wilson, or Deathstroke and Mary Wilson, or formerly, Mary Winters. He was mostly raised by his mother, but the family was supported by Slade. He had a rather normal and good life. Went to school, had good grades. But at the age of ten, his mother told him who his father really was, because she had been telling him lies in fear her child may go looking for his father. But this revelation did the opposite of what Mary wanted it to do, it inspired him to become a mercenary and do just as well, or even better than, his father. He started training his body at the age of eleven, even though it was already fit. He trained to his strain point every day to get better. In fact one day when he was in high school, and the age of fourteen, the school bully, who had ignored him for a while, was harassing him. Johnathon finally snapped and threw the kid. No joke, picked him up and threw him. He was suspended from school, but he just dropped out. He even moved away from his mother, but still keeps contact with her through either phone or internet. His father got news of this, and payed him a visit after he got a new place. He did not approve of Johnathon leaving his mother or dropping out, but did not push him too much. He understood that John was more a loner, Slade was John's father after all. Johnathon did nothing but train, train, and take the occasional low end contract to get some cash. At the age of sixteen, he had ordered some weapons, and got two katanas from his father as a birthday present. Made of an alloy that was nearly unbreakable, and were sharp enough to cut stone. Another year and he has a costume, which he designed and made himself. A year later and that's where we start, which is where he gets a name for himself.
Lucky Number.
Appearance:
His outfit is a full body suit of a comfortable cloth. It is mostly blue, but with strips of green in the mix. The boots are a darker blue, and so are his gloves. His mask has two white spots for where his eyes are, and these are surrounded in green areas, which end at the middle of the face, and the edges of the face. On his chest there is a golden seven (In reference to Lucky Number Seven, the jackpot on slot machines.)
Other: Hop this is not too much. I really spent some time on this.
Name: Skizzerax, the Destroyer
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown, once a mortal race, but it is impossible to tell which.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Lich
Description: His actual appearance is a black shape that looks similar to shadow with burning red eyes of fire that show rage beyond even most demons. The Armor looks like this:
Biography: It worked, IT WORKED! were the last words spoken by this fearsome force just before he accepted the corruption of darkness and evil into his mind. Some say he was a man, others a much stronger and more powerful race, and the last of his kind. Whatever he is, he is just as fearsome as any demon, and has slain his fair share of them. His Phylactery (Or where he poured his soul) is a glass ball, which rests in the most unlikely of places, but this I will not reveal. For not even he knows where he put it. Nor does he remember why he collects crystal balls. He usually replies with "Can't an old man have a hobby?". He has been alive for a long time, and gone a little senile in those years. He's not even all that evil anymore, still evil, but not the overlord of pure evil he once was. He spends most of his time now writing books and poring over unsolved riddles and inventing new spells. He then visits the most 'worthy' magician in their dreams and shares the spell. His history before his turning, which was longer ago than even he can remember (Around the time that magic powerful to make liches was discovered, actually. Maybe even before. Like I said no one knows.), is lost to the winds of change and time.
Spells: He is a master in all schools of magic, including, but not limited to
Death
Life
Conjuring
Illusion
Destruction
Like I said, he is extremely powerful, but doesn't fight his wars by himself. One of his unique abilities is he has the might to raise permanent armies of your basic skeleton warrior: Six feet tall, scale mail and random basic weapons. He uses humans or sometimes even demons as his generals. these are mostly manipulated to do his will.
Skills: Master of war Strategy
Master of any weapon. Halberds, Mace, Sword, you name it.
Mastery of any cooking. No really, he makes a mean stew.
Wisdom past that of most beings. But no memory of his past. Maybe it was inflicted by himself to protect himself from death?
The skill of being a grumpy old man.
Pffffft. I'm done. hope you like my CS for the Grumpy Lich! XD
Age: Unknown
Race: Unknown, once a mortal race, but it is impossible to tell which.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Class: Lich
Description: His actual appearance is a black shape that looks similar to shadow with burning red eyes of fire that show rage beyond even most demons. The Armor looks like this:
Biography: It worked, IT WORKED! were the last words spoken by this fearsome force just before he accepted the corruption of darkness and evil into his mind. Some say he was a man, others a much stronger and more powerful race, and the last of his kind. Whatever he is, he is just as fearsome as any demon, and has slain his fair share of them. His Phylactery (Or where he poured his soul) is a glass ball, which rests in the most unlikely of places, but this I will not reveal. For not even he knows where he put it. Nor does he remember why he collects crystal balls. He usually replies with "Can't an old man have a hobby?". He has been alive for a long time, and gone a little senile in those years. He's not even all that evil anymore, still evil, but not the overlord of pure evil he once was. He spends most of his time now writing books and poring over unsolved riddles and inventing new spells. He then visits the most 'worthy' magician in their dreams and shares the spell. His history before his turning, which was longer ago than even he can remember (Around the time that magic powerful to make liches was discovered, actually. Maybe even before. Like I said no one knows.), is lost to the winds of change and time.
Spells: He is a master in all schools of magic, including, but not limited to
Death
Life
Conjuring
Illusion
Destruction
Like I said, he is extremely powerful, but doesn't fight his wars by himself. One of his unique abilities is he has the might to raise permanent armies of your basic skeleton warrior: Six feet tall, scale mail and random basic weapons. He uses humans or sometimes even demons as his generals. these are mostly manipulated to do his will.
Skills: Master of war Strategy
Master of any weapon. Halberds, Mace, Sword, you name it.
Mastery of any cooking. No really, he makes a mean stew.
Wisdom past that of most beings. But no memory of his past. Maybe it was inflicted by himself to protect himself from death?
The skill of being a grumpy old man.
Pffffft. I'm done. hope you like my CS for the Grumpy Lich! XD
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