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League of Legends [Massive World Game/Lore]

@jasonwolf
Using the sizes of the champions in game wouldn't work too well. Malphite and Nautilus are well over 20 feet tall but appear about the same size as Mordekaiser, who's about eight feet something.

League of Legends [Massive World Game/Lore]

@Stern Algorithm
I agree, it'll certainly be something else.

@Holy Soldier
Hopefully this takes off, but I gotta be sure everyone who applies is going to post before I actually post anything. I've seen super energetic roleplays start but then nobody makes a second post and it just flops, so you can see my reservation.

But I will work on the character sheet.

Edit: Question. What about Runes and Masteries? I've found that those totally change the way a champion plays.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

Damn that gunslinger's hands and their supernatural speed! His own hands might be that fast in a punch, but a drawing motion was far from his practical training. Probably because he didn't conventionally use firearms.

Ducking back behind cover he felt the breath of wind from the incoming fire, he reflexively pulled his head away from the bullets even though they had gone past him. The bark of gunfire still rung light in his ears as his weapon arm tensed. He looked down to find that a bullet had found province in his left shoulder, clean through. Missed the bone but blood was pouring from the wound, barely visible behind the black veil of his sleeve. The blood was only sighted down the arm where the sleeve had been torn by the wires sent by the staff.

"Great." He muttered to himself as he turned back around the post, beginning a very brisk sideways walk. Shin kept his left hand totally straight forward as he let off a series of shots down the sight. He wanted to put it between his heart and the Old Gun's bullets. The staff was tough enough to take a shot for him without failing, he didn't want to catch a bullet in the chest and flop.

As he made his sideways advance he kept his right arm down to his body, there was no need for it in this fight. It felt awkward not actually using both hands at the same time, totally against his nature. He fired off shot after shot, numbering a total of eight shots. Every single one of them was a spinning blade, the blade format was best for a lower speed weapon. It gave more coverage than a bullet and had a predictable trajectory. As he moved sideways the projectiles would move closer and closer to Jonah until the post would no longer provide sufficient cover.

Every shot was aimed for center mass to knock him down rather than immediately kill him. His reasoning would make sense much later.

Arena Chat Thread

@ImportantNobody
Not very different from his most recent sheet, just a couple logic revisions.

Abe

Name: Abraham Haddad

Race: Ghul, a kind of Evil Djinn

Age: 12,468

Sex: Male

Height: 5'4"

Weight: 110 lbs

Physical Description:
Having no semblence to what he once was, Abe is now a shadow of a beast. Barely human in his appearance he bears more resemblance to a corpse now than a man. From head to toe he is visibly sun dried, visually similar in many regards to beef jerky. His lips are peeled back, revealing his bright white teeth. Abe has no eyelids, and his eyes have dried to mere blackness. Left in the socket where his eyes once were are two small flames, so dim that they are invisible in the light. This is how he sees, despite not having eyes.

On his head are the remains of hair, a few strands dangling off to the sides and doing nothing to hide his scalp. His body is lithe and boney, save for his distended gut filled with a vile poison. His flesh is baked, thin, and covered with wounds and lesions from time gone by. The nerves are weak, deadened, and barely functional.

Draped limply across his lithe form is a blood stained and yellowed silken robe. It hangs off of him as one wouldexpect something to hang off of little more than a skeleton.

Psychological Description:
Abe has lost his mind, through millenia of life and through brain disease. The traits that Abe demonstrates are remnants of who he once was and what happens as his brain randomly triggers throughts. Abe is wild, animalistic, and admittedly cruel. He's entirely capable of thought, but his thoughts have become devoted to searching for his next meal.

Tier: 4

Powers/Abilities/Skills:
Acid Vomit: Deep in his distended gut, Abe houses a caustic gel that smokes within his body. When this acid is loosed it dissolves through inorganic objects faster than organic, liquifying steel in a few minutes if left be. From his mouth he can spray massive gouts of this toxic substance, with ease he can spray as hard and as wide as a firehose for extended periods of time. Coating surfaces very rapidly in the noxious sludge. Its scent is as foul as a rotting carcas mixed with digestive juices. On contact with flesh after burning through clothing it causes severe pain, but only superficial wounds. This power can be charged. As well, it may be launched in balls of projectile vomit, allowing for a more controlled shot.

Caustic Breath: The juices in his stomach produce a thick, rancid gas. Abe can push this gas up from his stomach into his throat, and back down into his lungs. When he exhales this gas he can spread a miasma of burning fog in the direction he is facing. This fog is poisonous, however, only in the strictest of regards. It is non-fatal poison, only causing slight discomfort when one lets it sit on them. However, when this fog is breathed in, it has a much more dire effect. The fog is made of small liquid particulates that rest on the inside of your lungs. Causing your breathing to become halted and eratic. Burning your throat and mouth the more and more you breathe it in. This attack can be charged. When he breathes it out, he can project a 5x5 area of this fog in front of himself. This settles after 2 ticks. The settling takes progressively longer to happen as the charge goes up.

Hyper Enhanced Jaw: Abe's body may be frail, but his jaw is strong enough to flatten iron. His jaw is so malformed that he has to break his jaw to use it, however, a complex series of mutated muscles allow him to freely move his lower jaw after it has been separated. Once his jaw is broken he can completely unhinge it and envelop objects nearly three times the size of his head. With one bite, Abe can strip limbs off of normal people.

The Ghul's Hands: Abe has the lingering power of a Djinn still running through his veins, and he can still bathe his hands in a dim smokeless flame. Allowing him to strike people with the same force that he was once able to. Allowing him to lift as much weight as he used to be able to, and to grip as strong as he once could. The Ghul's hand gives Abe 2 tons of lifting weight.

Equipment:
Partizan: A six foot long spear, made from ash wood with a wide feathered blade of bronze. There are no magical properties about this spear, it has no remarkable weight, it isn't even made from the best materials. It is simply a tool. It actually instantly kills vampires if it's stabbed in their heart, because it's made from Ash Wood.

Stained Silk Clothes: You're not going to find much worth out of these clothes, they're silken garb from centuries ago. Age normally destroys silk, but the desert's kind embrace has held these clothes together by shielding them from decay. They have no particular value, and their sole purpose is to clothe Abe and prevent the sun from beating down on his body.

History:
Once upon a time before Makind became prevalent, Abe was a normal Djinn, a being of smokeless flame manifest. Daunting civilizations of Angels and Djinn took shape on an unformed Earth. Time wore on and humans became more prevalent than Djinn and Angels. Abe, however, took a human form in protest to these 'humans.' Who were they to take his home, these beings that grabbed land that had been given to the Djinn and Angels by higher beings. So Abe took their form, demanding his home as his own, despite being hopelessly alone in what was once a great city of Djinn. By Djinns and Angels alike, Abe was labeled as a Ghul and left behind as they went into seclusion.

An age passed by and Abe stubbornly refused to leave his home, despite the once high towers crumbling into sand and leaving him homeless. His human body became ill, but his Djinn magic kept him alive. Abe began eating everything that he could catch, mostly poisonous insects and reptiles in the desert. Which only made his body more ill.

After several centuries of this diet persisted, and his illness grew more deathly he began vomiting consistently. At around this time his body started to look sun dried and withered, Abe began to look as he does now.

The sickness and his magic continued to mix over the years, his vomit became more poisonous and more acidic as time passed. His body mutated to deal with this change of biology, forcing new bones to grow where they shouldn't. Removing organs and turning them into new ones.

Within a thousand years his body was in ruins, but he was reborn anew. Although he had taken his form to protest humans, something about it drove him to persist despite his kind being long gone. Abe had become something more than Djinn or Man, Abe willingly accepted the title of Ghul.

Nothing less would befit one who refused to give up his hatred after so many years.
Nothing less would befit one who has turned into a poison spewing monster as he has.

Humans began spreading to the Sahara desert, building refuges on the borders of what he still claimed as his territory. In the night, Abe snuck into their towns, donned their clothes, and did his best to blend into society. Beneath a hood he did not stick out in a crowd.

Abe began plotting to remove them from his land, to banish these greedy beasts from his home.

In the dark of night, Abe began flooding the streets with his poison. The open windows and doors would be perfect venues for his toxins to flow in and kill all those inside.

It was cruel, it was despicable. But Abe saw what he was doing as right, this was his home that they were stealing. They laid claim to land that was not theirs and the sole resident lashed out violently.

During one night, Abe was seen by a slave during his nightly ritual of poisoning people. As the man began running, Abe made chase and in desperation bit cleanly into his skull with his unnatural jaw. Killing the poor man instantly.

The taste.

The taste was amazing.

His ritual turned from poisoning these folks to consuming them.

There were some unfortunate side effects. Consuming the flesh of humans drove him mad, turning his brain into mush. Abe has since become a monster, roaming the sands of the Sahara desert weilding a stolen partizan, murdering and consuming all that he sees.

The tale of Abe has no end, it is just a tale that fades out as time goes by. Abe is a ghost of being that never should have been but refuses to just disappear.

Arena Chat Thread

@ImportantNobody
Course it wouldn't, Evvie's pretty distant from a normal human.

Also where did you find the character sheet? I've got the revised one saved on my computer, where's the old one?

Steel Cages and Iron Wills. Jake the "Under" Taker vs Red Streak Fergus MacBrainan

@Skallagrim
Alright cool, gotta brush up on the rules a bit. Don't wanna accidentally get ya with an illegal blow.

Arena Chat Thread

@ImportantNobody
Hey you, we should have a fight. A fight we discussed literally years ago but never got around to it because the Forum went down after the old Multiverse died.

Evvie vs Abraham Haddad

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

@Doc Doctor
Well I'm hard pressed for a theme song, I don't actually have Ansgar thought out as a character so matching a song up with him is more difficult than you'd think.

A Clash Of Steel, Battle in the Courtyard

Standing there in total bewilderment with his lips pursed tightly in confusion, he reached up and flipped the lantern window on his shield closed. While his hand was up there he reached over and drew his blade from the sheath on his shield.

In that moment he had absolutely no idea what this foreigner was talking about. In fact, if you told him he was speaking English he wouldn't believe you. It looked just about accurate to say there would be no dialogue between the two. "Whatever kingdom you hail from had best train good men, I'm not even a knight and I'm a fantastic warrior." Why brag to a man who he assumed couldn't understand him? Hyping yourself up is important, gotta get yourself in the zone.

Ansgar raised his shield and sword into a swordfighter's stance, angling his blade over the rim of his shield for maximum protection and offense. If anything, he was not a showy fighter. Ansgar was a smart man who understood that showing off gets you killed and following the rules keeps you alive. He made his advance on Zande with slow steady steps, his chainmail rattled slightly as he moved. In a few seconds he'd be upon Zande, he'd make an exploratory stab at him with a full extension of his sword arm. This would be to range him and maybe get a cheap early hole in his foe.

A Little East in the West, Shin Hunts his First Weapon

@MelonHead
So I found this neat video that helps to imagine just how detached from our reality Shin actually is. JUST from analyzing his eyesight alone, not even taking into account his stunted emotion and accelerated thought. Everything in the universe is seen as it happens to Shin. Even the stars are in different locations. There's no lag between EVENT and IMAGE for him.

I found the video and thought I'd share it since it's really cool.