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"If you kill a man, you scorn his wife. If you kill his wife, you scorn her child. If you kill her child, you scorn his village. If you kill his village, you scorn the kingdom. If you kill the kingdom you scorn an empire. If you kill an empire, then who is left?"
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I took everything on your sheet into consideration when making Brush. Made him the perfect companion.
Alright, now I'll wait for Drag and then I'll post.
Speaking of posting, if Important or Schradinger is on. I posted a short but to the point CS for that Star Wars thing. Sorry it took so long, kinda forgot about it.
Speaking of posting, if Important or Schradinger is on. I posted a short but to the point CS for that Star Wars thing. Sorry it took so long, kinda forgot about it.
Given Title- Brush
Age- 89
Species- Wraithbound Elomin
Gender- Male
Height- 5'11"
Weight- 344 lbs
Job- Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Though Elomin are usually tall and thin folk, when this poor soul was infested with a Space Wraith he lost himself to its will. When the Wraith found food it couldn't help itself. With consumption habbits that would make a Hutt cringe he is incredibly heavyset for his biology. His horns are overgrown and his hair is matted and disgusting. The air around him smells of cheese and sweat.
Personality: Space Wraiths are unpredictable sorts, but Brush is a horrible being through and through. Having hopped from five bodies he's become accustomed to feeding into his bodily desires. He does things without regret, murdering people, forcing himself on women, eating without regard for personal health. He does it all, and with a smile on his face.
Equipment:
Various pieces of Plastoid Armor swindled from Clone Troopers: While they do not protect wholly against lightsabers they provide enough protection to prevent immediate loss of limbs. Two shoulder guards, the upper half of a chest piece, the wrist guards, and ankle guards. These are strapped onto him with pieces of leather made from the skin of some poor creature he killed. The leather shows no resistance to blaster fire or lightsabers.
CZ Wrist Mounted Flame Projector: You know that flamethrower Jango and Boba Fett used? It's one of those, he carries around 5 cannisters of fuel for it. Can blow sustained streams of flame for 30 seconds before running out.
LS-150 Heavy Accelerated Charged Particle Repeater Gun (Comb): She weighs 150 kilograms and fires 200 credit disintegrating plasma cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs 400,000 credits to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. With three belts of ammunition running across his body he has 600 total rounds for this devastating metal monstrosity. It is heavy, unweildy, and can cut through regular men in only a few seconds.
Collapsable Stun Pole: This is obvious, a weapon he stole from some guard in his spare time. It's a meter long electrically charged vibro-weapon that he swings around without regard for the well being of anyone else. It's only ever used if he runs out of ammunition for Comb. It can withstand strikes from lightsabers and actually sever limbs if swing hard enough.
Notable Traits:
Surprising Strength: His fat body belies a terrifying secret, although he is fat and disgusting he does focus on his strength. He has to, it's part of his job to be strong. Bounties won't kill themselves. In a pinch he can beat down any soldier from any army, and that's no lie. His heavy hands prove useful tools in a hand to hand fight.
Oppressive Stink: The stench he has on his body isn't just because he's unkempt, one with an unfocused mind would be disgusted by it so much they could possibly vomit. In combat, vomiting is a horrible error. It leaves you entirely vulnerable.
Age- 89
Species- Wraithbound Elomin
Gender- Male
Height- 5'11"
Weight- 344 lbs
Job- Bounty Hunter
Appearance: Though Elomin are usually tall and thin folk, when this poor soul was infested with a Space Wraith he lost himself to its will. When the Wraith found food it couldn't help itself. With consumption habbits that would make a Hutt cringe he is incredibly heavyset for his biology. His horns are overgrown and his hair is matted and disgusting. The air around him smells of cheese and sweat.
Personality: Space Wraiths are unpredictable sorts, but Brush is a horrible being through and through. Having hopped from five bodies he's become accustomed to feeding into his bodily desires. He does things without regret, murdering people, forcing himself on women, eating without regard for personal health. He does it all, and with a smile on his face.
Equipment:
Various pieces of Plastoid Armor swindled from Clone Troopers: While they do not protect wholly against lightsabers they provide enough protection to prevent immediate loss of limbs. Two shoulder guards, the upper half of a chest piece, the wrist guards, and ankle guards. These are strapped onto him with pieces of leather made from the skin of some poor creature he killed. The leather shows no resistance to blaster fire or lightsabers.
CZ Wrist Mounted Flame Projector: You know that flamethrower Jango and Boba Fett used? It's one of those, he carries around 5 cannisters of fuel for it. Can blow sustained streams of flame for 30 seconds before running out.
LS-150 Heavy Accelerated Charged Particle Repeater Gun (Comb): She weighs 150 kilograms and fires 200 credit disintegrating plasma cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute. It costs 400,000 credits to fire this weapon for twelve seconds. With three belts of ammunition running across his body he has 600 total rounds for this devastating metal monstrosity. It is heavy, unweildy, and can cut through regular men in only a few seconds.
Collapsable Stun Pole: This is obvious, a weapon he stole from some guard in his spare time. It's a meter long electrically charged vibro-weapon that he swings around without regard for the well being of anyone else. It's only ever used if he runs out of ammunition for Comb. It can withstand strikes from lightsabers and actually sever limbs if swing hard enough.
Notable Traits:
Surprising Strength: His fat body belies a terrifying secret, although he is fat and disgusting he does focus on his strength. He has to, it's part of his job to be strong. Bounties won't kill themselves. In a pinch he can beat down any soldier from any army, and that's no lie. His heavy hands prove useful tools in a hand to hand fight.
Oppressive Stink: The stench he has on his body isn't just because he's unkempt, one with an unfocused mind would be disgusted by it so much they could possibly vomit. In combat, vomiting is a horrible error. It leaves you entirely vulnerable.
I did actually mention that we had both posted earlier.
Psst. Melon.
We're waiting on you, we already posted.
We're waiting on you, we already posted.
Dutch sighed to himself, placing a hand on Melon's shoulder. "Boy, you could have died you know? If the guard room wasn't posted right next to this door, you would have died. And we wouldn't have found your corpse until the morning." With a quick tug he began forcing Melon inside. "Better hurry on in, we don't know whether they'll be drawn in by the sounds of gunfire." The arachnid pushed the alien inside the building, scuttling down the hallways with the stranger in tow. At the end of the main hallway was a rather small, but not tiny, holding room.
With a quick shove he pushed Melon into the room and handed him a plate full of food, varying fruits vegetables and meats. Small stuff but enough food to give him a full stomach. "Sorry about this, but until morning comes y'gotta stay in here. Alright?" Without waiting for a response he closed the door and placed a padlock on it.
After locking up Melon for the night the four guards made sure there were no more machines coming, there were none, so they returned to their beds for the night. Once morning came the door to Melon's room was unlocked and in stepped a tall and dark figure.
Mortimer.
He growled out a few words to the stranger. "I hear your name is Melon. What kind of name is that?"
With a quick shove he pushed Melon into the room and handed him a plate full of food, varying fruits vegetables and meats. Small stuff but enough food to give him a full stomach. "Sorry about this, but until morning comes y'gotta stay in here. Alright?" Without waiting for a response he closed the door and placed a padlock on it.
After locking up Melon for the night the four guards made sure there were no more machines coming, there were none, so they returned to their beds for the night. Once morning came the door to Melon's room was unlocked and in stepped a tall and dark figure.
Mortimer.
He growled out a few words to the stranger. "I hear your name is Melon. What kind of name is that?"
Well I guess I'll just make another post in Necropoli as well, from what Beta said.
Howdy.
Ah, right, I totally forgot to post in Mystique. I'll get right on that.
Anywhere else I need to post?
Nope. Aight.
Anywhere else I need to post?
Nope. Aight.
Wow, I woke up at almost morning. Sweet.
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