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Character you have created: Eddie, Just Eddie
Alias: Still just Eddie
Speech Color:
Character Alignment: Neutral? I kill shit.
Identity: Unknown, but not secret.
Character Personality: To clear up some of that ugly fog of miscnception. At the time of his Earth's destruction, it was the height of the 80s. Eddie himself is practically the human embodiment of what it means to be the 80s. Take everything that was cool in the 80s and bump it up a few notches, you know, turn it to eleven. His bravado is unmatched, he's a man with enough confidence to bullshit his way through any situation. Standing tall with his chin held high, he's the first to spit in the face of that incomprehensible dark cosmic god. His temper is short, his wit is quick, he'd rather put a man through a wall and make some witty quip before dealing with an issue. 

There's few things that he loves more in this life than fast modes of transport, putting teeth down throats, and a good smoke. A few of those things that he, in fact, does love more than those include. Women, dinosaurs, aviator sunglasses, Conan the Barbarian, and black studded leather. 

There's also a few things that he hates more than anything else. Ugly mugs that deserve punching, ignorance, folks who lay their hands on women, and beer. It really is the lowest grade of alcohol. Eddie is a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. He's willing to do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and if he has to throw his wit around more than his fists he'll hop on that train to nowhere pretty quick.

The sheer amount of willpower he has is awe inspiring, the consistent level of pure indifference towards other people's wants and needs is spectacular. Fear is a word reserved for insults, not an emotion to be felt by Eddie.

Uniform/costume:
Face: 
Pretty as nothing else. Just joshing you, old Eddie here has one mean mug. Big bushy mustache attached to even bigger bushier sideburns. Thick eyebrows that seem to hang off of his face. His eyebrows rest nicely on top of his aviators. His cheeks are thick and lined with frown lines that deepen sharply when he actually frowns. Resting atop his head is a long mop of hair that comes down past his shoulders, inspired by the man himself, Ronnie James Dio. His hair is black with touches of grey, Eddie is also piebald and the hair over his left eye is pure white.  His brow has several creases along it, numbering between three and four depending on his expression. His left eye is a mechanical imitation, very terminator style.

Body: Spectacularly muscular with a beer gut, his skin's a dusty and dirty brown. Despite him being caucasian, with his facial hair and ugly face it's incredibly difficult to determine his race. His body has barely visible streaks of metallic flecks underneath his skin, they're usually invisible because of his body hair.

Clothes:
-Pearlescent aviators, crack on the left lense.
-Dusty Leather Jacket with patched elbows.
-Old Fashion Work Gloves, knuckles worn off exposing the dusty dirty knuckles beneath.
-Stained White T, big stain on the chest from a ballpark frank. Literally impossible to clean.
-Worn Black Jeans with torn up cuffs.
-Immaculately Clean Boots with steel spikes on the toes and heels.
Along with loads of gold chains, silver lockets, and the like. Fashion, of course. The only piece of his clothing that cannot be shown with a picture is his necklace of pierced ears. Held on by looped ear-rings. They are his most valuable posession.

Origin Info/Details:
The year was 1989, Planet Earth. Science had just created the new Tower of Babylon, a particle collider that was revolutionizing the material industries of mankind. They created a new material for construction and general use, called it Neo-Steel and everything was doing alright. Eddie was hauling a truckload of the stuff cross-country to deliver it to a construction site for a space ship, ready to move mankind into the space age well and truly.

The only problem is that Earth simply stopped existing about this time. No explanation, no warning, poof. Gone. 

Some monumental amount of time later, or maybe it was literally instant, Eddie and his truck came bursting from the nothingness of the void in a fiery explosion of wrath. He and his Truck, Orion were changed into entities of pure elemental wrath, embodying the fires of creation and destruction. 

They now ride from Multiverse to Multiverse, killing mean sons of bitches whenever and wherever they feel. Sometimes he sticks around for a long time, sometimes he just blows the planet up and walks away. But now Eddie's stumbled on a planet unlike anything he's ever seen before.

It's Earth, Eddie's seen plenty of Earths but this one's got comic book hoo-ha going on. "Crazy shit, man. Maybe I'll dig in for a little while."

Hero Type: Brick/Elemental
Power Level: Cosmic
Powers:
Bodily Generation of Flame: Definitely the most bizarre result of my mutation, but I've gained the ability to generate insane flame from my hands, feet and mouth. Strange that the generation of flame is localized, but I cannot complain. The fire I spew forth is hot enough to melt through the hull of most ships I've encountered, definitely melt through steel. Especially melts through the meat of most living organisms. I can project this flame hard enough to give myself limited flight, as well as push people away. Given that I'm a few hundred kilos heavier than I was before, I'd say it's more than enough force to push the wind out of a man's lungs even before it burns them to a crisp. The flames are pretty beautiful, all things considered. Tapering from a bright and vicious red at the top down to a subtle and barely visible yellow tone at the bottom. 

The Feeling: I'm hooked on it baby. Seriously though, I can feel the strength in people. I can see into their hearts, see how much of a bastard they are. Some people have pure hearts and do terrible things because they want to, some people have evil hearts and do good things because they're guilty. It's not mind reading, I can't see your past. I just get a feel for whether or not you're doing something because you feel obligated or if you're just a bastard. Oh, it also lets me "see" someone no matter where they are around me. I can feel them anywhere around me, as long as it's within a few dozen meters.

Flame Proof: My home is the Devil Truck, Orion. A fire belching abomination of red hot steel and rage that rivals that of Hell itself. I can take a little heat, to say the least.

Invisible Flame Proof: Radiation is a bitch, unless you're me. My hair dancing in the solar winds and my skin basking in the wake of solar radiation is one of the wonderful delights of being me. The background radiation of the universe is a wonderful radio station, never the same song twice.

Space Proof: Pretty simple. I don't need to eat, don't need water, don't need to breathe. Tough enough to survive the vacuum and the cold, so I'm pretty set.

Wind Resistant: Able to withstand wind speeds great enough to pierce the heavens themselves. Quite literally pierce them, from time to time I ride atop Orion and into the void of space. Ain't a wind that can blow me down, ain't a wind that can blow my jacket off at that.

Body Changes: Upon his annihilation and reconstruction, Eddie was infused with a superbly durable material called Neo-Steel. (Fuck off, it was the Eighties.) Neo-Steel is a hyperalloy of Steel with an unknown chemical composition, it is many times more durable than steel and is the root of his astronomically adept physical state. His body is capable of what it is because of Neo-Steel. It adds massive amounts of bulk and weight to his body, grows stronger the more he uses his muscles, and best of all it enhances his durability to be capable of slugging it out with the strongest bastards in the Multiverse.

Outsider: When my body was destroyed, I found out that I don't exist. Let me explain, I can interact with anything else in the universe. Just like you or any other man could, but I can't interact with manipulation of reality. I've confronted dark gods and waded through a path of destruction, as they tore apart reality around me I stood unmarked by the changes. I've found that no god, no devil, no angel or demon. No cosmic space horror that manipulates the essence of physics. Not one of them can lay a finger on me with their manipulation of reality, forcing them to fight me with their own strength. Rather than trying to simply make me cease to exist. Cannot be teleported, cannot be mind controlled, can't have my perception of time changed in any way shape or form. If you want to kill me, you gotta beat me. Fair and square.

Equipment: (All are materially infused with Neo-Steel, except the Ears.)
"Eyeballin'"-Heatwave: Whipping off those beautiful aviators he reveals the mechanical left eye. This is not for show, this is a powerful destructive tool. Allowing Eddie to project a lazer beam with the power of a plasma cutter from his eye, cutting cleanly through anything softer than steel when his eye passes over it. The only issue is, it has some kick and he can't move his eye while doing it, so he has to move his whole head to change targets.

"Long Black Veil"-Johnny Cash: A pocket knife that was present with Eddie and Orion when their world was annihilated. It evolved and changed into a long blade, measuring 8 inches in length and 1.5 inches in width. It's absurdly strong, able to clash blades with impossibilities. Such as "Blades that can cut through anything." Or energy blades, clashing against both as if they were made of normal steel. 

"Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap"-AC/DC: D4C is the pride and joy of Eddie's Arsenal, it was his Remington model 700 BDL. An All American rifle, born and bred of American engineering. When the world was destroyed, it was reborn as a four barreled rifle, bolt action but with a bizarre combination of a folding hitch for loading. Functionally a combination of a shotgun and rifle, the barrels are obscenely sprialled inside and the mere action of firing a round causes a trail of sparks behind the round.

The interesting aspects of D4C are its ridiculous punching power and its spectacular durability. Much the same as Long Black Veil, it is capable of clashing with impossible weaponry and tanking hits from absurdly strong opponents without breaking. 

The punching power of D4C is comparable to a Battleship Cannon's raw power. So similar that if he were to fire it while standing atop a battleship, he would cause it to rock just from the explosive force. Firing a round also causes dust to be blown away from Eddie's position in a massive ring. Oh, yeah, it can be loaded with any shot, including but not limited to: "BB pellets, Black Powder Rounds, and in one case a Civil War Era Cannonball."

"I'd Love To Lay You Down"-Conway Twitty: Eddie's necklace of Ears, currently inert. The Ears that Eddie collects from his marks can be used to summon a shade of the dead man. This shade has all the abilities of the deceased, but no intelligence and when they're destroyed they can't be summoned again. All ears are currently inert and used up, but he loves to keep the most interesting of the bunch.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 7'2"
Weight: 1,520 lbs
Strength Level: 60 Tons
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: 60 mph
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: 5+ Hours
Agility: 20x Human
Intelligence: Average
Fighting Skill: Trained
Resources: Whatever he decides to have, he'll rob you at gunpoint he doesn't care.

Weaknesses: Irrational, aggressive, and prone to picking fights with pretty much anyone who looks mean enough.
Supporting Characters:
Character you have created: Orion
Character Alignment: Eddie
Character Personality: Living Truck, doesn't like being ridden by anyone who isn't Eddie.
Description: A living extension of the sheer badassitude of truckery. This is no ordinary cargo hauling piece of equipment, this is the embodiment of the long haul. It defends itself against any and all adversity, and is the very heart and soul of Eddie's Travels. All of its body is comprised of hyper dense material that is similar to steel in composition, but significantly more flexible and durable. It is borderline indestructible. Much like his shotgun, knife, and his body, whatever process that he had underwent in his disappearance made it supernaturally durable. The same reason Eddie is so durable and strong, it is lined with straight waveform atomic structures, making the entirety of this machine absolutely awe inspiringly tough.

The Bumper and Grill became the mouth of this beast of steel and fire and fury. Fangs of red hot steel that conceal a swirling vortex that leads to The Nowhere. The enomous emptiness of space that Eddie left behind when his world was destroyed. Anything that the truck snares in its jaws is transported to this place, likely to die, never to return. Even without the portal behind its fangs, the metal maw of this beast can chew through meters of steel unhindred.

Now flexible and mobile, the Exhaust Stack belches flame and ash and the stink of gasoline into the air viciously. Streams of subsonic flame erupt from its tubes and can punch holes in flesh from the pressure alone, not even including the temperatures high enough to boil lead. Even when the truck is resting, steam drifts from the tubes atop the steel beast.

Its body writhes and flexes like an organic entity, the trailer thrashing and flailing violently in response to anyone or anything trying to board. The trailer and head can turn a full 90 degrees, allowing it to bite at anything climbing on its side. It responds to his verbal commands, even doing tricks. Roll over, play dead, sit. His favorite command is fetch, where it is summoned from its current position to where Eddie is. An eruption of flame precedes this arrival and Eddie is lifted up and into the driver's seat of Orion.

Contestably it is one of the fastest and most dangerous entities in the universe, able to accelerate far beyond the speed of light while in space. It could slam into planets and utterly annihilate all life upon them, but so chooses to not do so. At its master's order. For what purpose does a Truck have without a Trucker to command it?

Its wheels are plated in steel and made of solid vulcanized rubber. They do not run out air and can support the entire weight of the truck even to the point of total degradation. The steel plates are covered in razor sharp angles that shred the road and flesh alike. So too can Orion reach speeds sufficient enough to breach the atmosphere of any planet. As well as generate lift through some unknown method.

The Truck, in the strange chance that it is ever destroyed, will piece itself back together over the course of a few hours, much like its master. And in the off chance that it gets boarded, it will fill itself with enough flame to roast any dumb motherfucker alive. The horn sounds like the wailing of demons, the trumpets of angels and the roar of a lion. Basically, his Truck is a living Ed Roth cartoon.
Power Level: Cosmic
Powers:
Vortex Hole: If you get eaten by Orion, you are banished to the abyssal nothingness in space. The former location of Eddie's Planet Earth. Now an empty, inky blackness without sun or stars to be your companion.

Fire Insider: Anyone who gets inside Orion without permission is annihilated in an immolation of fire and fury, filling the entire cabin with heat akin to the center of the Sun. Only Eddie has survived Orion's temper.

Rubber Hose: The Truck's body is bizarrely flexible, as though it were a cartoon. When not simply driving as a Truck should do it seems to flex and writhe like a serpent, every part of its mechanism can move independently of any other part. 

Chomp and Grind: Before the threat of the Vortex Hole comes the gnashing maw of the machine, an overwhelmingly strong bite force allowing it to crush any material into powder. Nothing thus far has been able to resist being crunched for more than a few seconds.

Take Me To The Moon: The most bizarre trait of Orion is its ability to simply fly, able to launch itself into space from a parked position and reach well beyond the speed of light while in the vacuum of space. It is truly the fastest thing in space.
Attributes (Select one at each category):
Height: 18'6"
Weight: 140,700 tons
Strength Level: Functionally Infinite
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Functionally Infinite
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Functionally Infinite
Agility: Functionally Infinite
Intelligence: Animal Instinct
Fighting Skill: None
Resources: None

Weaknesses: Is a truck.

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