Lugubrious

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<Snipped quote by Lugubrious>

I could put in a limitation that the more magic she uses up to support her posse, the less effective they are in combat as to put in a balance of sorts for resource management.

@The Wild West

With that, I can accept her.

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Posse (NPC)

Name: Prisilla Bront
Alias: Posse
Race: Human
Sex: Female
Class: Clone Army

Equipment:

• Double-Action Revolvers: Prisilla’s go-to weapon, these reliable six shooters have always found their way into a fight. With its powerful shots, the double-action design allowing the hammers to automatically cock itself allowing rapid fire, and does reliable damage at close to medium ranges against opponents.
• High Powered Pistols: A rare semi-automatic pistol, it is generally seen as one of the best weapons in her arsenal. It holds eight bullets per clip, the clip allowing faster reload times compared to manually reloading revolvers. The bullets are as well of a stronger caliber to the Double-Action Revolvers for more power between each rapid fire shot.
• Winchester Repeater: Another reliable weapon, this rifle holds ten rounds and reloads through a lever action system. The rifle, although is around the same power as the revolvers has the upside in being used at longer ranges for sharpshooting, it can also be fired at rapid rates but reload times can be a bit long.
• Buffalo Rifle: A weapon that you don’t want to be hit with, a single shot rifle that can only be used at long distances can burst a unprotected head into bloody bits. It is very strong, the single shot weapon can be reloaded quite easily as it is only a single chamber, but is only brought out in special occasions.
• Double-barreled Shotgun: A mean ass double-barreled shotgun, the reliable close ranged weapon that can launch the heaviest man a couple of feet backwards from its power. Being double-barreled it only holds two shells, the bullet spread although quite large can only do reliable damage in close range.
• Pump-action Shotgun: The newer models of shotguns, this one provides a much larger capacity which is able to hold up to six shells. The moderate fire rate is able to blast through heavy objects and flesh in a flash though reloads times compared to the double-barreled shotgun is quite long as it requires a larger amount of manually loaded shells.

Abilities:

• Dead-Eye: Powerful in the aiming department, Prisilla is most likely one of the best shots within her country. She is very dangerous with her weapons, her revolvers and rifles able to snipe with precise accuracy while in the midst of combat. In general, you don’t want to be standing around much with her sights on you.
• Athletic Ability: Though she isn’t on a superhuman scale, Prisilla can handle herself well in intensive activities. She is actually more on an olympic athlete scale, her well-trained body able to keep its relatively fast speed and quick reactions for long periods of time.
• Clone Magic: Prisilla’s natural ability, she is able to instantly create perfect clones of herself that appear at a maximum of five feet away from the original before moving on their own. She is able to create up to twelve of these clones, they generally think for themselves, but since they are all the same person they work together in perfect harmony. If clones take fatal damage or large enough sustained damage, they will poof out of existence and if the original is killed or knocked out all clones will poof at the same time.
• Requip Magic: A learned skill, Prisilla through intensive learning and training is able to summon weapons out of thin air, this ability can also be called upon by her clones. All weapons have been stated up in the inventory list, bullets are in high quantity which allows for massive amounts of firepower, and enough weapons to equip all twelve clones. If weapons are dropped by the user and not picked up for ten seconds, it will automatically return back into its separate space.

Fighting Style: Prisilla fights with precise overwhelming firepower from all directions at once. She will generally try to set up positions prior to battles from the start to easily take out enemies from every direction, but can work with unannounced and sudden fights as well. She will generally summon six clones during the first fights with the more reliable weapons at first to test the waters. If the opponent is competent, she will increase the number of clones up to twelve while using heavier weaponry to take down the opponent(s). You can find clones running and gunning and taking cover rapidly, not giving opponents much time to think with their constant fire. Teamwork between the clones is quite impeccable as well, able to formulate simple to average plans without saying anything to each other. However, like all mages, she has a limit to her abilities and can be inferred that the more times she uses her magic at a larger scale, the more power it drains from her body.

Personality: As stubborn as a mule, Prisilla is a strong-willed individual with the tendency to be rather loud in and out of fights. She is a high spirited girl, rather active in most technically terms, her actions and voice loud and rambunctious. Still, Prisilla is never carefree despite her surface personality. She is highly perceptive of everything around her and makes constant notes and thoughts to make battle plans about her surroundings while acting like a teenager. When fights gets serious though, Prisilla isn’t as talkative or loud, she becomes calculating in her movements becoming rather a scary and efficient shooter with her clones able to make almost any opponent swiss cheese if they choose to do so if her opponents are too far gone within her terms of justice.

Bio: She’s a cowboy, pew pew.

Wish: Prisilla wishes to meet her family once again.

Appearance: At 5’11”, Prisilla is of average height of most of her peers but doesn’t seem to be imposing due to both her age and height. Still, she has a heavy tan around her well-toned body, dust and dirt cover both her skin and clothes, and although she doesn’t take care of her skin very well everyone is weirded out by her pearly white teeth. Beyond that she is average looking, well, below average looking due to her hygiene yet has an interesting eye color of emerald green that most people tend to notice about her first. Clothing wise, it is what you expect from the western denizen, collared shirt, brown leather vest, jeans covered over by leather chaps, boots, and even a little cowboy hat that covers her short but messy oak brown hair. However, the most interesting choice of her attire is gauze wrapped around one of her eyes covering almost of her of face in the soft white material.

Frenzy: In her frenzied state, Prisilla doesn’t change much appearance wise as the only thing that changes is her bandages start to turn into a crimson red color dripping in blood with a seemingly infinite source that doesn’t affect her performance. Psychologically, Prisilla becomes the person she hates most, a criminal. Her mind becomes twisted and sadistic, putting enough bullets in people to keep them alive and feel all the pain at once. In terms of power, she can produce nearly triple the amount of clones with no visible signs of exhaustion with enhanced strength and perceptive skills which make her generally an army to be reckoned with as her once noble posse is corrupted into a bloodthirsty gang.

Inventory:

• Phylactery

@The Wild West

Sorry about the lateness of my response. The character has a very good arsenal, but the ability to summon clones with no less power than herself who can completely overwhelm opponents with said arsenal pushes her into dubious territory. I would have to expect that the various guns, though all powerful in their own right, are cowboy-era technology with no special abilities of their own, and therefore not too amazing in terms of power. There'd be both quality and quantity, but more of the latter. If that's the case, then she's alright, but unless monitored she looks like she would have no good reason not to just wipe the floor with whoever she comes across.

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@Lugubrious

quick check, do you want to have a say in what/how much stuff is in the supply catch and how smart are Clotho's Myrmidon soldiers, do they use weapons(spears, bows etc.) and can they communicate/do complex tasks for their mistress.

@DracoLunaris

There's enough of Sophia's specific ammo type in the cache to refill her completely from empty, as well as bandages and painkillers. The Myrmidons do wield spears and can hurl javelins, but do not use bows, and they can follow any attack or formation orders given to them by Clotho.

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@Lugubrious I didn't see oblivious' opinion on the matter, but I suppose that's fair enough if everyone relevant has given it somewhere or other. Did you want me to put Motley into the Characters tab now, then, or should I wait until I'm actually in the game proper before doing that?

@BCTheEntity

Go ahead and put him in.

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Since the question's been asked, I'd like to get people to answer Lugubrious' question on what to do with Motley and/or Dante. Aside from anything else, I'd like to know where I stand as far as participation goes in everyone's minds, or at least in Lugubrious' mind.

@BCTheEntity

Well, the people who are involved, as well as myself, have answered so there's no need to put off the decision any farther. While I can accept your character and put him in the guest list, the option we'll be going with is option number 3. This will help even things out and minimize disturbance in the roster. If there's an opening later on (say, someone's character dies and they're so displeased they don't want to continue) you'll be the first to know, and can join the Crucible as a spectator. Sorry, but you did apply to an RP that was technically 1 over capacity.

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@Lugubrious do i still have time to edit? i had shit to do throughout the day

@obliviousRoadie

I'm going to go ahead and say 'no', unfortunately. My recommendation would be to try and put out a longer, more developed second round.

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@Lugubrious

Just so I don't spill more of my chill on the RP grill, brother. Can I, motherfucking. write smiley vs fin thing in long post from gnash of entrance of enemies and death dreaderies?

or would you like. The motherfucking. forms to be in segments and apart anatomy?

@ScreenAcne

I would prefer it if you used the three-part format that will be standard to this RP's fights.

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@ScreenAcne@GreenGoat

I would say he was blinded in rage, but you all do bring up a good point. I'll go back to my post and make a few edits. It'll stay the general same but it'll rather be Bonesword quickly jumping him and stealing the gun.

As for why Bonesword didn't just go for the easy kill, he wants to try for mercy first. If you take someone's weapons away, they may still fight back, but the way I see it, I don't think Big-Big is going to try and fight a guy who carries around 3 swords.

Edit: Also a few mirrors in the maze are definitely broken.
Edit2: GUN NOT SWORD
Edit3: GUN NOT GIN

@Banana

The thing that sticks out to me most is that Big Big would probably have a hell of a grip, right? It just struck me as odd that someone without any actual muscle would just be able to pluck a submachine gun out of this giant's fingers.

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Alright, quick preview of how Teller will typically fight is now up. Dirty, but he's so used to fighting foes stronger than him that he gets cocky too easy if he thinks you're weaker.

Also, already Teller uses up one of his few grenades, sadly he doesn't know this is an NPC fight...but c'mon, tight space like a bar against an enemy who summons mobs, thats like frag grenade heaven!

@Deadnaut

I assume that your post is Round 1 of your fight against the Drunken Sorcerer. If so, please go ahead and give it a label at the top, just for clarity's sake.

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The God Hand

Location: the School
@GreenGoat

After a short way, the dilapidated corridor turned right and opened up into a wide-open zone. The walkway that lay beyond the aperture served as a sort of bridge across a large, rectangular atrium that overlooked the two floors below. Across the way, back inside the building proper lay a square hall with the doors to various other classrooms and workshops lining its walls. From the bridge itself was an excellent view down the whole atrium, and on the complete opposite end of the area on ground level was an arched entryway that led to a carpeted area. Even from here, an onlooker could see the shelves and the books that filled them.

Yet the library was both so near and so far. Anyone who could stomach the three-floor drop to the bottom could very well incur the malfeasance of the pack of anons strewn around a circle of couches at the floor's center. The alternative, to cross the bridge and navigate another slew of corridors and classes in the hopes of finding stairs down, offered even more unknowns. From here, however, the distant sounds of some kind of scuffle in the direction of the library could give Juniper a guess as to who occupied it.

The Fungal Knight

Location: Amusement Mile
@Banana

A hail of lead pounded the entryway of the House of Mirrors. The door and walls sprouted holes in mere seconds, and just as fast the little wooden staircase splintered while its railings flew apart. A good few of Big Big's rounds penetrated all the way through to the interior, shattering a handful of the fair attraction's eponymous looking glasses in a spray of glass and cacophony of sound. Just as sudden as it came, the deadly stream of bullets stopped, and the barrel of the mobster's Tommy Gun smoked as its drum dropped to the ground. With great deliberation, the huge man removed a new drum from inside his expensive brown jacket and attached it. Despite the strength of both his conviction and trigger finger, the skeleton hadn't bitten it. No problem. There was all the time in the world to reduce him to bone meal inside the building into which he'd fled, imaging that he could take the pillar of a man down in a melee.

The nearby drone, which for a minute or two had been dumbly following the huge fellow around, came alive with a jerk. Whether or not Bonesword could hear him, Oren activated the machine's mike and announced, “Looks like things are heating up at the Amusement Mile. Big Big versus Bonesword, throwing down the the House of Mirrors. Can't really cam from in there, but whatever. Knock 'em dead again, champ!”

If the drone had two purple optics rather than one, it might have given a wink, but for now it simply settled for observing the mobster march like a living monument toward the Fungal Knight's hiding place. Oren knew who he rooted for—the man who was at one both amazing and sad, incredible power and potential locked away by a deficient mind. In this situation, Big Big was the underdog, but Oren nevertheless wondered whether it would be the legbreaker or the swordfighter who would emerge from that reflective maze in triumph.

Gaben's Chosen

Location: Governance Hub
@Hostile

“Looks like we're all here!”

A voice rang out through the plaza in front of the city hall, its owner conspicuously absent. Though she recognized it as the one who'd directed her here, Squishy bore a confused look when she couldn't find the strange metal contraption hovering around anywhere. Without anything to distract her, however, the chaos slime focused on her opponent. He looked human, but nothing about his equipment was familiar to him. Even if she couldn't figure him out, though, she could feel the murderous intent streaming off him. Her kind didn't necessarily need to breathe, but as a force of habit picked up from her friends back at Deadbeat Sky, she took a deep breath anyway. Fighting was not her forte, but if it meant bringing back the great beings, she would do whatever it took.

Beside her, on the fountain's marble rim, was a wooden box. Before Mountain Dew arrived, Squishy had been trying to open it, but hadn't made much in the way of progress aside from nearly crushing one end. Through the cracks, though, a hint of vivid red could be seen. Squishy glanced its way, but at the water past it instead of the box itself. While not one for complex stratagems, she knew her physiology well enough to realize when a potential advantage lay within arm's reach. After that, however, she returned her focus to the quickscoper, and the disembodied voice of the announcer echoed through the area once more.

“Round one,” he called, a certain eagerness in his voice, “Fight!”