knighthawk

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

One dog that was on his leg was down but the first one he hit got back up. The one that bit his arm got fed the arrow and was busy trying to shake the shattered shaft out of its head. He took up his club and could not bear weight on the one leg so he put one hand to the ground for balance as the bone rested on his back.

The first one from before charged in fast for his throat and got met with the club from above in an overhand blow again, this time the dog did not get up. The other was still shaking its head and unable to fight back. It wasn't a good fight, it was putting the sick down and so he did with a full swing to end its pain.

He looked around at the rest of the group, then to the dead dogs and finally to the hunter, this was his second hunter and so he would take a second trophy by taking two slaver arrows then putting one in the old hole and making a new piercing with the second one before licking at the blood on his arm. Two hunters killed, two hunters arrows, good trophies.

When he looked at the new pack, he had noticed something, one of the females was licking herself like he did. So he limped over to the one with the axe with a huge grin on his face and brought her the slavers bow.

"Me lick you?"

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Group A -@Dragoknighte@Horrid@Luminosity@knighthawk@Afina

Okay - Lumi, Dragon, Horrid and I - we are at hold posts for now.

Knight - need you to finish up your fight in your next post before we can move forward any further.

Edit: After Knight posts, hold post until I start another round.

@Afina

Posting.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Romeo had managed to get picked up finally as he had been looking over and reviewing all of the information. He would never be like diver, but he did use the information to try and draw up battle plans, who moved faster in straight aways, who banked better or could come to a sharp stop. Even Komodo was useful to show how to use the kinetic energy of a hit to shift propulsion by going with it rather than fighting against it.

He was drawing up a plan for one pilot to lead a cruxi into the path of archer and let her cannon wing a pilot into a spin, the round continuing on to hit the cruxi while letting the pilot spin around without loosing momentum to launch an attack of their own. In the midst of the computations, a helicopter arrived and he had to reluctantly remove himself from the machine. Now he was no longer a 300 foot tall war machine protecting the world from the intergalactic threat, he was back to being a 14 year old boy who didn't even clear five feet tall.

Standing in the rows again, he once more wore his kimono as they were tore into with words over actions or inactions. Here this one congratulated himself with a desert and whatever else he could have on any given day. His reward was mere denial of the others, a bullies tactic. This was part of the mental tortures that his brother killed himself over, he had to be stronger than this.

"Now let's move on to the people who seemed to actually realize what the purpose of the mock battle was, but even they failed, such as...Ramirez! You actually succeeded at a basic principle of human intelligence: co-operation and tactics! A marvelous feat coming from this rabble! You showed great promise when you took the Black Komodo down together with Reynolds' Framewerk, but after that, you hesitated! You can never hesitate once the fire is on! That's the moment the Cruxi will take advantage of, and then your teamwork will crumble, like it did when Horowitz led you around like on a leash! Still, you have stones, young'un. I heard what you said about me. A fool I may be, trying to get you runts ready to face reality, but I am, in fact, not trying to make 'bloodthirsty assholes'. That would be a very simple procedure, simply lobtomize the subject and treat it with the correct serums, and there you go: a bona-fide asshole, ready to shit on the Cruxi! But assholes don't win wars, son; soldiers do! And the next time you mention humanity to me like that...I'll lobotomize you so it won't happen again."

This was the first time someone had dared to lay a hand on him and the shock set in more than he wanted it to as he went up on his tip-toes as an immediate stance of savate. But he was released before he attacked a superior officer, not that this man was superior in any way. Clearly this one already sacrificed his humanity on the altar to science long ago.

"Now, does anyone have questions before I announce who the squad leader will be?"

Romeo raised his hand after the other two asked theirs.

"Who did you loose in the war?"

Dragon Ball: Leviathan

WIP

Name
Osage

Age
Adult

Species
Saiyan, sans tail.

Attribute
Medic

Personality & Appearance

For the most part a kind individual as befits a doctor, deeply mediative and thoughtful before responding. He never seems to loose his cool unless another's life is on the line which is when we see the real sayian come out. Having lost his tail, he has no fear of the moon.

Weaponry & Equipment
Scanner: Similar but different to a scouter, rather than reading the energy waves off of a living creature. this is a medical tool he uses to try and idntify alien species as well as determine their medical health. (Secretly, Osage uses the medical knowledge in combat to find weak points and avoid anatomical dangers like knowing sibamen can open their heads to spit acid.)
Modified armor: Gloves and boots with a breastplate over a green body stocking to give him nominal protection while healing others.
Medical kit: A kit of practical ointments and tools to attend to the wounded. it is not any one box but most often five small compartments to draw from each piece of armor so that he never looses all of it from a single attack.

Abilities & Techniques
4 arms technique: First developed when he was too busy holding his friends guts in their belly to sew them up, he discovered how to develop extra arms in order to perform fantastical operations with no need for a nurse.
OR
Eye beams: Not a surprise from his appearance, but when his hands are in use healing someone, he can still use his eyes to keep others at bay if a barrier is not enough. Curiously, the technique was first focused when he needed to perform an operation but had no tools so he focused his ki to make the incision with his eyes.

Healing: What would a medic be without this obvious power? He focuses his ki into an emerald energy that he can use to cure quickly when applying hands directly to the victim. He developed the ki technique long after his medical skills and into his development of energy manipulation. He has been working on a ranged healing technique but it is not ready yet.
Barrier: Preventing damage can be just as important as healing damage done or for establishing a sterile work environment.

Backstory
Something to work on later.

I was thinking about a namekian doctor. Uses his Ki to heal like Dende but can also use his Ki to harm. I saw that you didn't have a restriction on Namekians.

@Boss Muffin

DAMN! ^_^
Very well we don't have a direct warrior do we?

Mass Effect: The Face of Injustice

If there is room, I'd like to apply for a Salarian STG infiltrator.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Well he did say this about the higher ups:

<Snipped quote by knighthawk>

And this was to ALL the cadets. Kind of a middle finger to the Professor. Romeo was a bit of a wallflower (pun intended) during the pre-fight briefing.

@redbaron1234

And now he is blossoming.

X-Men Apex Rising

Bump

@thatguy

Don't just bump, take us out to lunch.

Hearts of Metal: A Giant Robot/Mecha RP

Also, Romeo's bluntness surprised me. Mixed up my impression of him.

@Ariamis

Expound please.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

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Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Lob now found himself staring down three other muzzles, he rose up to his full height to try and intimidate the beasts into cowing. Unfortunately the chains left them nowhere to run so they were effectively cornered animals, the most dangerous kind. He began to laugh as one of the songs the bard tried to teach him came to mind.

"Nicknack!"
The great club came down on the one on the far left as a hound leapt on his arrow skewed arm.
"Paddywhack!"
He struck the fletching of the arrow, driving the shaft through his healed hole in his limb into the roof of the mongrels mouth.
"Give a dog a bone!"
Another beast began to flank him and bit at the back of his calf and had a deathgrip on it with his backswing that let the teeth tear more of his flesh than the bite alone would do.