knighthawk

X-Men: The New Era

Here is the CS

Name:Alexander "Xavier"
Nicknames/Aliases:Alex.
X-Men Code Name: Tomahawk
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Physical Description:
5'8" with an Olympic athletic tone. Usually he wears camouflage pants of various realistic patterns (no ridiculous pink with yellow) with combat boots using a zipper insert that keeps the cordage of the shoelace with the quickness the zipper provides. He dresses in layers as he was taught to do from a young age normally tank-top to t-shirt to button-up to coat. He makes sure his clothes always have pockets for his Altoid survival kits. His clothes are rarely new, often from second hand stores or army surplus of his own volition to save money for an emergency.
Mutations:
Powers: Increased speed strength and agility. Currently four times those of a normal human but tests show no signs of decrease or leveling off. Right now it seems like a mere extension of his martial arts but has the potential to be on par with spiderman if his mutation continues.
Personality:
Fun-loving most of the time with strong underpinnings of right and wrong. He HATES bullies and with always run to the aide of someone getting picked on no matter the odds. To him the bad guys are the biggest bullies he can see. He has been trained to prep and prepped to train so he is always looking around his environment to use whatever is on hand to get the advantage to survive.
Background:
Born to a fireman mom and cop dad. Sadly his dad died on the job while their child was still a baby, but Xanders mom would be consoled by his partner who eventually became his second mother before he was old enough to know any better. Raised by two women would make anyone a bit of an odd man out, but he took it as best he could with such a large target on his back.

When the bullying started, both moms agreed to have him take martial arts for the act of discipline more than anything else. He was taught how to use a hatchet both because of his parents Native American heritage to the tomahawk and his mom being a fireman that hatchets and axes were always available. After his dad had died, both his moms had started to become doomsday preppers with lots of focus on survival and bugging out with him being raised in the same ways as well in case he ever had to leave quickly for having two mothers. Part of that prepping included supervised gun use him his mothers standard issue shotgun, another part of that constant prepping meant taking him to both of their works and learning some tricks of the trade like how to use an emergency vehicle or any other huge vehicle. In case of, well, emergencies.

When he turned 15 his moms took him to a police impound auction to buy his first car with his permit, expecting him to get something cheap but running. He surprised them both with buying a totaled tow truck and spent a year rebuilding the engine instead. They had instilled in him a need to prepare so he opted for a vehicle with enough power to get him wherever he needed and pull anything behind he would need. His parent made him an emancipated minor as another tool to add to his survival skills since he could count himself as legally employed.

An incident occured at school when his powers activated for the first time. The cover story was that a low flying aircraft flew overhead that caused the boom and his earphones saved him from the stunning air pressure when he went to help the kid. He was expelled for violence but wasn't arrested for assault as he was stopping a hate crime in progress. He changed his last name to protect his moms who had him legally divorced then expunged from the family records and left home to learn how to use his talent.

Recap of your mutations awakening:
When he was 16 his power manifested as he saw the high school football team dragging a known gay student into the locker room clearly against his will. The speed that he ran to the rescue actually broke the sound barrier, the rest seemed to stand in slow motion as Alex began brutally beating on every one of them within an inch of their lives. 20 to 1 yet he didn't have a scratch on him except for the falling glass from blown out windows of the sonic boom, it was then that the x-men came for him.

Skills:
Dedicated studies of martial arts over ten years including hand ax/hatchet/tomahawk training
Licensed to drive standard vehicles and trained to drive emergency vehicles (class C license).
Doomsday preparation/survival folk
Proficient on 12 ga. shotgun, license to carry
Proficient on .45 Cal handgun, license to carry in 3 years
Fair/okay mechanic on diesel trucks (including hotwire of standard vehicles)
Questionable cook (Can boil an egg in a paper cup over a fire in the middle of a dry field without a problem, burns breakfast every time.)

Posessions:
Leatherman tool, Any number of altoid survival kits in his pocket of pants and jacket as well as every compartment of his truck. He keeps one tampon in every kit.
Multi-tool (one in truck behind seat, one in back hatch of truck, One in every duffel bag) Survival shotgun (move flashlight and knife to Piccadilly rails instead of extra attachment, replace saying on black metal with etched mirror instead). Owns a tow truck he bought from a police auction.

🦄 Duplicity - D&D Style Fantasy Rp Adventure (Completed)

Hoping this is still accepting and noting only a single cleric. There is one of my 'default' characters I will be converting into a proper CS< but I wanted to make sure the character base is sound.

Basics

Name:Raa Tel'Nimras (Lion Of the Whitehorn (unicorn) )
Age: 15/50
Class: Paladin
Level 6th
Gender: Male
Length: 2.6m
Weight: 150 Kg
Race:(Half-Orc)
Racial benefits:Strength, Constitution, Size
Appearance:

Stats:
STR 20
DEX 13
CON 14
INT 10
WIS 13
CHR 16

Skills:
Elvish {Rather than orc as native language} 100
Common, 70
Orc, 50
General
Heraldry, 50
Land-based Riding, 50
Singing, 10
Priest
Healing, 30
Herbalism, 30
Warrior
Animal Lore 30
Set Snares, 10
Survival (woodland), 50

Abilities:
Detect evil, 60' Radius
+2 all saving throws
Immune to all forms of disease
Lay on hands, 12 hit points, 1/day
Cure disease 2/week
Aura of protection, 10' Radius
Turn undead, demons and devils as 4th level cleric

Still questing for his holy sword
Still questing for his "War horse"

Armour:
Ankheg Platemail he earned after getting swallowed whole by the beast. His mother had sent him out to protect some farmers from loosing cattle and bit off more than he could chew. His saving grace was that it had spit up its stomach acid earlier in the fight so when he was swallowed, he wasn't bathing in its juices as he cut his way free with his throwing axe.

His heavy wooden shield is little more than a stacked pair of barrel lids, a keepsake from his first tavern brawl he had since put fittings to to protect himself in the future. He most often uses the shield with his throwing ax when his scythe is of no use to him. People joke that since it came from a gnomish brewer, the wood must be potion-proof, he hasn't tested this theory.

Weapons:
His primary weapon is a Scythe that once belonged to a cleric of Chauntea who fell in battle beside him. The scythe lets him use his full body with each swing while keeping an ionic look for his future fame. They fought beside one another dealing with a goblinoid threat and the cleric fell to a lucky javelin throw.

A throwing ax is his primary offhand and ranged weapon, allowing him to put his strength on a ranged targets. It was a piece given to him from a dwarf bard for having the courage to stand against a tree with an apple on his head.
Items:

Gold: 100 GP in forms of various smaller treasure, such as silver goblets, jeweled dagger and other trinkets.
Biography:
His story starts with his ancestors. His great grandmother was a paragon of elven ways and life, a paladin to Mielikki who rode a unicorn into battle. But it seems her pride was his doom, a moments weakness with a human ranger whom she had thought was a blessing of the elven gods resulted in a half-elven child.

That half elven boy still had the spark of nature and became a ranger like his father. A good and noble position, the best a human could achieve in elven eyes, but his every breath was a reminder to his mother of a moment when she was less than the ideal elf. That stain spread when he in turn fell in love with a human, just as his mother had before him. This child was almost considered illegitimate as a full human if not for the druidic magic that flowed in her veins and the almond eyes.

The final insult came twenty years ago when the druid human made peace with the orcs trying to deforest the trees on the edge of the wood. A bargain was truck to lead the orcs to naturally fallen trees within the forest for their use or to hew diseased wood to prevent infecting others. This bargain was consummated with the shaman of the orcs and a half-orc child was born of the union.

He was nearly killed on the spot if not for divine intervention, a birthmark of a unicorn rests atop his breast showing him to be gifted by Mielikki, just as his great grandmother. She watches and waits while showering him with back-handed praise as she begrudgingly trains him with nearly suicidal missions, If he dies, she wins, if he lives, she corrects him on everything he did wrong.
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Miscellaneous

Items
He wears a holy symbol of Heironeous rather than Mielikki, as a tournament of arms was fought to a draw against another paladin. He offered to exchange holy symbols as a gesture of brothers in arms and was received with zeal.

He prefers to wear simple homespun fabrics under his armor, burlaps or stiff leathers as an act of humbleness and simplicity.

Star Wars: Last of the Force (Order 66 variant)

Yeah yeah blaster. God knows why I said pistol.....

@Eodwyn Aether

Because there is a difference between a blaster pistol and a blaster rifle. In starwars you have to specify slugthrower.

Star Wars: Last of the Force (Order 66 variant)

The wookiee regretted taking so long now as they had come to the celebration just to have to turn around and go back inside the ship. But it was odd and it raised questions. After all this time now to hide from everyone on the most remote of moons, suddenly a dozen force users were suosed to all go to one location with conflict. Clearly this one fell out of the tree and hit a branch on the way down!

He was about to protest when someone else spoke up, it was another human with brown hair like his apprentice, but she had no robes or trappings of any discipline he was familiar with. To be fair, she was here, so she must be good enough. He gestured for his apprentice to look around as he Whuffled in agreement to the lack of information. Part of survival was not throwing ones self into the webweaver domain but giving it a wide berth.

Uncanny Avengers [STILL ACCEPTING!!!]

*hopping down the stairs, toast in my mouth and putting one shoe on*

I'm here, i'm here!

*bangthudcrash*

...Ow, my ego....

Uncanny Avengers iCheck [STILL Need 1 Avenger!]

@Sixsmith

I would relinquish my claim to Colossus if anyone knows of a "dark" character that would qualify as a secondary avenger.

@Sophrus

x-23

Uncanny Avengers iCheck [STILL Need 1 Avenger!]

Idea, we have banshee, colossus and nightcrawler, three of the second wave x-men. What if the 3 of them did x-men,x-force,avengers together like the norse warriors three?

Imagine nightcrawler doing a reverse fastball special where he ports colossus 100 feet up to slam into the ground.

Uncanny Avengers iCheck [STILL Need 1 Avenger!]

That being said, I thought it would provide interesting character development.. the struggle of coping with being immortal, while at the same time being significantly less powerful than many other characters.

Oh well. I'll try and make the colossus work. Although I know almost nothing about him, and I've found wiki pages rather unhelpful. So, he will probably be a very loose interpretation rather than true to canon.

@Sophrus

Star wars: The Corellian War

A funny fact most people are not aware of, Hyperspace still takes forever. Oh sure, you are traveling hundreds of thousands of lightyears at a time, but it still takes hours to get to your destination. As it was, the gungan let the droid do most of the auto piloting as he sat back to sleep off a hangover conserve his energy with an all-temperature cloak for a blanket.

Some time later he awoke to the transmission from the droid that they had arrived and began the actions needed to perform the docking procedures. It was colder than he expected when his ships' seal broke, making him shiver as he climbed down fom the cockpit and took the blanket with him to put over his shoulders like a jedi. An earflap raised as he heard commands barked out.

"Alright people back to work, also next person I see drinking in my bar before it opens gets transferred to the fleet."

This told him there was indeed a bar to be had, but for now he had to take from his own reserves as he pulled out a flask. Imagine The finest candied fruits of the Syren flower, poured into worshyyr tree wood barrels and aged for four hundred years. That is how you make Wookiee whiskey. Now pour that miracle elixer out and fill it with whatever prison hooch you can find. That is what he had in his tin he was sipping from while he tried to get his blearily-eyed bearings.

Star Wars: Last of the Force (Order 66 variant)

Ladies first.
Sallanna offered a sad smile before he dropped the boarding ramp then started Changing his body language. He started by twisting around to the left then the right to pop several vertebrae in prep for the sustained pose he was about to put himself through and dislocated his shoulder to give himself a stooped arboreal stance of a beast. Knuckles dragged on the floor as he made a sweeping motion for her to take the lead down the ramp with him holding his axe for seeming support.

The galaxy was a big place, not everyone had seen a wookiee before. Fewer than those had experience with more than one to tell when one was acting like a primal cave-man or really such a brute. No, it was the projection of stance and demeanor that conveyed the threatening presence without actually falling to the dark side, it was those acting skills that had helped him survive until now; and makutai were the best survivors in the galaxy.