Lugubrious

World of Light

Poppi

Level 3 Poppi - (3/30) EXP
Location: Peach's Castle
Word Count: 429

Linkle's call provoked a slight jump from Poppi, arriving just after she laid a hand on the main door to push it open. She'd been lost in thought, not really paying attention, and the rabbit-eared girl seemed to take her by surprise. Though offered as friendly advice, Linkle's warning received an unhappy look from Poppi. “Thank you, but Poppi is not robot, but artificial blade.” Her features downcast, Poppi held up a metal hand and watched as she flexed her fingers. “...But it make little difference. Poppi not real. Just machine with no heart. Betrayed heroes just like that, almost killed Masterpon. Poppi deserve to rust in scrapyard.” Crestfallen, she pushed open the door and hustled through.

She did not, however, go to the scrapyard. A few moments after setting foot outside, she stopped at the edge of the moat, not far from the main bridge. The strange ship of the hat-wearing kid still floated in its middle, but Poppi paid it little attention. She seated herself on the bank and allowed her lower legs to dangle in the water. After just a few moments, a fish swam up, attracted by the light shining off the metal. It approached without any wariness, staring dully at its reflection and even nipping a few times. Poppi could not feel its touch, and she knew that it wouldn't have come right up to a living thing so easily. She watched it until it didn't interest her anymore, then turned to watch the other creatures swimming about, living it up in the moat. Using her voice instead of any breath, she let out a sigh in imitation of Tora. Even after hearing her Masterpon's explanation, she had so many questions, and not all of them concerned this strange new world.

One stood above the rest: how could she look him in the face again, or any of them, after turning evil so easily? After all the soul poured into her by Tora, and everything they'd been through, she was still just a piece of metal run by lines of code. A hard puppet dancing on soft strings. Anyone could stamp out her pretend spirit and turn her into a weapon against her friends. How was that fair?

Poppi put her hands on the ground and leaned out over the water. A sad face stared back at her from its rippling surface. She saw herself blink, but knew that she didn't need to. The realization almost made her laugh. All this tireless, heartfelt effort put into a dangerous failure. How disappointed Tora must be.

The Kitchen

As more people gathered around the table at one end of the kitchen, a few toads appeared with platters. “Gonna be a while until the meal's ready, but here! This stuff's great,” one said, before setting down a plate full of little sandwiches right by Michael and Franklin. Anyone else nearby could help themselves, too.

Tora definitely did, sneaking away from the stovetop he'd been tending to grab a sandwich and scarf it down before scuttling back, making sure to avoid an enraged-looking Cooking Mama on the way. “You great big lout!” she scolded Bowser. “We need all the counter space we can get, and you're in the way! Shouldn't you be finding your son right now?” Hopefully the overgrown turtle would realize Bowser Jr was somewhere in the castle and make himself scarce looking for him.

She turned next to face Blazermate, the fire vanishing from her eyes. A glittering smile flew the medibot's way after she gave a respectful bow; so rarely did the chef get her due! “Of course, both of you go right ahead!” she beamed. “Just make sure to keep your tinkering far away from the food, and don't let any acrid smoke go wafting around! Meals must be prepared in a sanitary environment!” Evidently, the hard-working cook remained strict and informative even when happy.

Meanwhile, Peach paused in her preparation in order to consider Mario's question. “Hmm...” she furrowed her brow as she cast her mind about the tyrant's former fortress. “Most of them are here, I think. Yoshi's out back, Luigi is probably still cleansing the library, and I would imagine Wario's having the time of his life in the treasury.” She wrinkled her nose. “As if I needed another reason to avoid working with money. As for Daisy, Rosalina...I have no idea. They must not be around here.”

Royal Bedchamber

For a time, Hat Kid's detective work turned up practically nothing. Whoever this Princess Peach was, she seemed to be a simple, singularly uninteresting character, with no discernible hidden depths or interesting past. The fashionable child turned up only clothes, knickknacks, self-care items, and the evidence of a number of hobbies, like knitting. Most eye-catching were a number of figures scattered about, though they seemed to be nothing more than mundane collectibles. She did not, however, find a single hidden panel or trap door, or for that matter, a smudge of dirt or dust bunny. This woman was a neat freak, for sure.

However, something did turn up out of the blue after a few minutes: a bib-masked miscreant with flashy red hair and green scales very much like those of the Koopa King who so authoritatively co-opted Hat Kid's service not too long ago. Bowser Jr was far more intent on joining in on her fun than Bowser Sr's typical agenda of self-aggrandizing bullying, so the discovery more than likely meant a new comrade in her search for something interesting.

Unbeknownst to her, her mission's completion was far closer than she might have realized. As an expert explorer and collector, Hat Kid searched high and low for hidden goodies, perusing every nook and exposing every cranny. Thus, the most ordinary spots slipped her notice at first, and in fact she had yet to examine the most obvious among them: the top of Peach's stationary desk. On it lay a large sheet of sturdy parchment, its inscriptions' handwriting a far cry from the dainty cursive on Peach's letters. It was, beyond the shadow of a doubt, a map.

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@Lugubrious

Bowser JR

Bowser Jr

Game Origin: Super Mario Sunshine

Personality: Bratty, spoiled and rude jr takes a lot after his doting father, both due to his upbring and due to his craving for respect and and acknowledgment of others, especially his father. Jr also generally dislikes been treated like a child, despite acting his age nearly all the time. He is somewhat smarter than his father, not that this requires much of an intellect, and a touch less stubborn as well, being able to swallow his pride if it is necessary. He is also somewhat lonely as a combination of his royal status, a lack of many acquaintances in his age group and, of course, his own rather abrasive attitude. The Koopalings, for example, act as more mentors or underlings than anything close to companions.

He also likes big dangerous machines and he really, really likes giant robots.

Background: Bowser jr is the only son of the Koopa King Bowser. First seen in super mario sunshine where he kidnapped peach and impersonated mario, Jr now has a long history of battling against mario, generally alongside his father but occasionally solo. Jr was also present at the failed cliffside battle against Galeem and was, along with almost everyone else, blasted Galeem almost immediately.

Specialty:Summoner, Combat Pilot, minor nuisance
Level: 1

Experience: |////////// (0/10)
Powers: Minion Captain: Bowser Jr can summon squads of minions to fight for him. These act more or less identical to strikers except there are more of them and each mook is individually weaker than a regular striker.
Current minions are

• Goomba Swarm
• Koopa Corps

Additional types can be unlocked by mass soul absorption

Strengths:
Leadership: Certainly not a born one, jr nonetheless has learned this skill in-order to filled the royal boots of his father some day. Unlike his father, who leads as something of a general, jr has lead his troops from the front. Or the back of the front at least, commanding squads of minions to do battle in his name while he manages their tactics and formation as a squad captain.

Pint sized powerhouse: Despite his short stature jr is actually rather strong, capable of lifting several times his weight, and has a fair bit of the dexterity that his father lacks as he can skillfully wield all manner of weapons and do a fair bit of platforming as well. Hsi shell also makes him fairly durable, tough nowhere near as much as his father.

Mechanical skill: Bowser jr has shown a fair deal of skill when it comes to the use of machines, having piloted (an possibly designed) numerous mech, ships, cars and other combat vehicles. He can aslo hack emails.

Weaknesses:
Childish: reckless, impatient and impulsive, jr has a lot to learn.

Small: He might be tough, but the lad is still only waist high.

Spirits:

Inventory: Gaddbrush: also known simply as the magic paintbrush this weapon is capable of creating a harmful ink or goop like substance. This can be applied to enemies as a dot effect and to terrain to create hazard zones. Weapon wise it can either be used as a short spear or like a roller from splatoon.

Kindred Spirits:

Pearl: Bratty rap princess

Eddie Riggs: Literally just jack black leading a metal powered army.

Corupted Vor: Look at them, they come to this place when they know they are not pure. Tenno use the keys, but they are mere trespassers. Only I, Vor, know the true power of the Void. I was cut in half, destroyed, but through it's Janus Key, the Void called to me. It brought me here and here I was reborn. We cannot blame these creatures, they are being led by a false prophet, an impostor who knows not the secrets of the Void. Behold the Tenno, come to scavenge and desecrate this sacred realm. My brothers, did I not tell of this day? Did I not prophesize this moment? Now, I will stop them. Now I am changed, reborn through the energy of the Janus Key. Forever bound to the Void. Let it be known, if the Tenno want true salvation, they will lay down their arms, and wait for the baptism of my Janus key. It is time. I will teach these trespassers the redemptive power of my Janus key. They will learn it's simple truth. The Tenno are lost, and they will resist. But I, Vor, will cleanse this place of their impurity.

@DracoLunaris

That's some good stuff. Accepted.

World of Light

Tora and Poppi

Level 4 Tora - (12/40) EXP and Level 3 Poppi - (2/30) EXP
Location: Peach's Castle
Word Count: 1233

Tora watched with bated breath as the prismatic dancing light surrounding his ally turned to a dazzling inferno. After a few moments of wide-eyed staring he was forced to look away and squeeze his peepers shut, so brilliant was the glow. Before long, however, the deed was done. When Tora looked at Agoston again, he found the man large, stronger, and much, much scarier than before. For a moment panic gripped the Nopon; did the spirit of Megadragonbowser corrupt him after all? But the Centurion's actions in the next few moments displayed acute self-awareness, and suggested not even the faintest hint of violent intent. For the first time, those assembled got the chance to see their stalwart comrade's face. His features, rugged and weary but strong, inspired a different sort of awe. And when he winked at Tora, any doubts the young inventor had were washed away. Sure, the Centurion boasted some new hardware, but the software was the same.

Behind him, Poppi glanced at her masterpon. With the excitement of battle gone, she couldn't distract herself from the realization of what happened before, and that feeling of guilt welled up once again. She said nothing, staring away into a corner, until Henry asked a question that Tora happened not to hear. “Poppi has been here about as long as you, but yes, seems so.”

Just when it seemed like everyone could let out their pent-up stress and relax, someone new barged onto the seen. An ordinary-looking fellow except for the telltale signs of Galeem's influence, he wasted no time in zeroing in on Bowser to pick a fight. He attacked before Tora could really process what was going on, smacking the Koopa but not really hurting him. In response, two of the party members -Franklin and Henry- struck back. The damage, somehow, seemed to knock the Galeem right out of him—or was it because of that dark wave, finally taking hold? Either way, somehow, Gene regained his senses and with it lost his desire to keep fighting. It was weird, but Tora didn't object; the more the merrier, after all. He decided to greet the new arrival, and in the process also unwittingly give Franklin a few of the answers he was looking for.

“Hello, friend!” He called, waddling over to clap a wing on Gene's shoulder while Spyro said his piece. “Take easy, meh. Will explain, but doesn't make most sense, so listen close. Basically, crazy light monster called Galeem destroy everything everywhere and make new world under his control. But friend pinkypon free us with heart, and now on adventure to set everything right by beating up big baddies, meh. If friend fight good, can tag along!”

Nearby, the Master of Masters watched the situation unfold. That Nopon seemed to be content doing his job for him, which helped solidify in his mind his plan to leave the group. “Couldn't have said it better myself,” he agreed. Kirby came down off his head, and bounced toward the party to celebrate with them. Since nothing else seemed to need the Master of Masters' attention, he decided to have a look around. The garden out back might be nice.

Though Tora might have liked to stick around and talk with Gene some more, the pit in his stomach compelled him to follow in Peach and Ratchets' footsteps. Poppi, noticing his departure, followed alongside wordlessly. They passed the Centurion on their way in, who'd just downed a drink and chucked the cup at the intruder, and entered through the open door into an altogether cozy room. With stone walls, light streaming in through a long metal-latticed window, and all the cooking space and equipment one could need, it was comfortable and homely, but also a bustle of activity. The toads, though hard at work, paused their activities cooking, kneading, chopping, and measuring to say hello. All sorts of smells bombarded the pair as they slowly made their way to the other end of the long chamber, where two women were busy cooking. One was Peach, having already discarded her dainty gloves and washed her hands to contribute directly, and the other was a stranger. Both, however, accomplished their tasks with both grace and precision, making it seem easy. For a moment Tora merely watched, overwhelmed, until Peach noticed his face and giggled. “You look like you're seeing a magic show. Do you like cooking?”

The Nopon scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. “...Mehmeh. Like eating cooking, but not cooking so much. Tora usually get ingredients that can be eaten without cooking.”

Poppi cracked a smile, though she still looked downcast overall. “That kind of sad.”

Blustering, Tora waved his wings. “Nonono, meh! When live alone and too busy engineering to cook, not have time for fancy dishes!”

Peach laughed again, and tossed him a slice of orange. The Nopon caught it, thanked her, and started eating immediately. Just after, Mario and Geno arrived to meet with the Princess. She smiled warmly, and stopped cutting fruit for a moment to put her hands together. “How wonderful to see you both. It hurt so terribly to know that you were held captive in the dungeon, Mario, and not do anything about it. And Geno.” She gave the polite doll a curtsy. “It's been a very long time. I'm glad you're well.” Another, somewhat helpless laugh escaped her. “My apologies for a less-than-proper introduction. I figured I'd do what I...hm, you know, do best. To thank you all. In the mean time, the castle's yours. Feel free to go anywhere you want. Or, you could stay here. With this much help, things should be ready in a half hour or so, but we can always use more.”

Hearing, her, Tora nodded his body in determination. “Then Tora will help! May not be good cook, but can follow instructions of one.” He span around to face his artificial blade, too full of spirit to notice her demeanor. “What about Poppi? Want to help? Tora knows Poppi cannot eat, but can enjoy smells, right?”

For a moment Poppi remained silent. In that pause, Tora realized that his partner seemed somewhat conflicted. Something was wrong. “...Poppi? What wrong?”

She closed her eyes, smiling. “Nothing! Just want to get some air. Masterpon go ahead and help in kitchen.” With that, she went back the way she came, headed out the kitchen and through the throne room toward the door leading outside.

Tora's brows furrowed. He thought back to advice given to him from Gramps, Nia, Pyra, and Dromarch. What should he do? “Hmm...strange. Poppi seem sad, but Tora not want to seem overbearing. Should give space for now.” To avoid interrupting Peach and her friends, he went past a few giant barrels filled with various drinks toward the other woman. “Hello! What should Tora do to help?”

Cooking Mama's eyes gleamed. She passed the Nopon a spatula and pointed him toward a nearby stove. “Keep an eye on that meat. Season it every so often, and check the bottoms. When they're brown, turn them over so that the other side can fry!”

Taking the spatula, Tora waddled over. While Mama was short and had a huge head, she could at least see and reach over the counter and appliances. His eyes barely crested the sides. Still, he burned with resolve—the desire to make and eat delicious food. “Okay, leave it to Tora!”

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@Lugubrious

Are the bodies of Zer0 and Gaige still around? Din might want to give them a funeral if they are.

@Stern Algorithm

No, Zero and Gaige turned to ash after their destruction. Their spirits, which are now with Ratchet and Courier 6, are what remains of them.

Fighting King: Brawl in the Streets

Wound by wound Llexe fulfilled her promise, though when she calmed she would doubtless realize that she'd yet to lay a finger on the scum that actually stabbed her. The crimson dervish left her eyes as her assault wound down, their fury evaporating like puddles on a hot day. As the adrenaline left, the pain from her wounds rolled in, and its distraction left her totally oblivious to the appalled samurai blindsiding her with his glorified club. The impact stunned Llexe and knocked her right off her victim, rolling once before coming to a stop on her back, left arm and both shoulderblades scraped by the ground. While she did feel inclined to leap to her feet and rip her attacker a new one, she could not move until the stars in her vision cleared away, and the fog of pain and tiredness dulled her killer instinct.

After a moment, she found herself confronted by Kiyoshi, whom she treated to a blank stare. What was he asking? “Um.” Following his gesture she glanced at Cobra, her dispassionate gaze unaffected by the bloodcurdling sight. “Told 'er not to,” she muttered, as if that explained everything. If her response was somehow unsatisfactory, she did not get the chance to find out from her questioner. Soon after, another vehicle appeared, this one markedly different than the bikes of the snake sisters. From the jeep came two men, both rippling with muscle and bold in their choices of clothing, to greet the fresh meat personally. Llexe didn't bother paying attention to what the colorfully-tattooed one said, only rolling her now-white eyes and sighing when he -like her employer- made a corny show of strength by wrecking his own stuff. While she didn't remember Roulette saying anything about bozos like these, who obviously had nothing to do with the break-in, any chance to knock some skulls together was a chance to hone her craft.

Llexe made to rise and engage, but a jolt of pain stopped her. Her Rage had worn off completely, leaving her skull, jaw, and knife-wound hurting something fierce. She attempted to get up anyway, only to receive a worse throb and collapse to her knee. Try as she might, she couldn't get mad about old wounds, which meant just standing up was be a problem, let alone thrashing these deadbeats. While she struggled, gritting her teeth, Naja and Sam took the new arrivals up on their offer. A scrap would begin any second now, with Llexe languishing on the sidelines. The thought of being relegated to bystander pissed Llexe off, but not anywhere near enough. Annoying as it would be, she'd be sitting this one out.

World of Light

Tora & Poppi

Location: Peach's Castle, Throne Room

Tora eyed the spirit of Megadragonbowser jealously, but also warily. His friend the Centurion made a good point. He definitely needed the power, and as a battle-hardened, experience adult, could probably be trusted with it. Making up his mind, Tora decided to give up on his fantasy of claiming the spirit for himself, and instead waddled forward to catch Agoston's attention. "Sort of," he said before placing a wingtip over his chest. Given his remarkable egg-shaped physiology it wasn't the easiest feat to tell what he was trying to signify, but two and two could be put together. "Take into heart. Then change happen. Good luck!"

Beside him, Poppi smiled and crossed her arms. "Chances of explosion minimal, even with tremendous boss firepower. Still, Poppi recommend that Masterpon cover eyes." If the Nopon wondered why, he would soon find out. The moment the Centurion complied with Tora's instruction, the blazing spirit of Megadragonbowser surged into his body. Even after it vanished, it left behind a fiery glow on the contact point, and after a moment it started to spread. Like a chunk of iron being superheated in a forge, Agoston's whole being began to glow. Rainbow energy surrounded him in a wild dance just as it had for Ratchet a few minutes before, but this time subject's body shone brighter still. Without warning he burst into near-blinding flame, the ensuing heatwave striking onlookers head-on and forcing them back in alarm. Agoston himself felt hot, hotter than he could ever have imagined, but he remained strong. In the middle of the prismatic firestorm, his body began to grow, taller and stronger than before. Horns sprouted from his head. When the fire vanished a few moments later, its fury remained, locked within the irises of the new Magnumus Agoston.

For Agoston

Premier Spirit Devoured:
Megadragonbowser
Up-curved horns protrude from the host's head, the host's irises are blazing orange, the host's teeth are all fangs, the host's hair is red and spiky, and the host's size and overall muscle mass are both increased by 25%. Confers the Power Fireflight, which allows the host to manifest flaming wings and take to the skies, though not very fast. Also confers the Power Molten Core, which allows the host to consciously raise his own internal temperature, definitely without harming himself and potentially without limit. Depending on his temperature, he can burn things, start fires, or potentially melt obstacles, though it'll also be easy to destroy his own clothing and equipment, and hurt allies. Confers the Weakness Stuffed with Power, increasing the host's confidence sharply and brashness moderately, causing him to take more risks and be more assertive around allies.

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Alright, thanks! And yeah, that sounds good. I'm trying to catch up on the IC right now so I have an idea as to what's happened, so it might be a bit before I get a post up.

@Simple Unicycle

You're welcome, and no problem. Would you like a link to our Discord server?

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Alright, thanks for the response! I got rid of the last paragraph of backstory, so he's still under Galeem's influence at the start. Switched God Hand to his Power, and put Ball Buster under a new strength that borrows from his home game. Also clarified how the Adaptive Difficulty weakness works a bit better. Hope it's good.

@Simple Unicycle

Not just good--great! Go ahead and put him over in the Characters tab. You good with Gene approaching Peach's Castle just after the recently-concluded boss battle wrapped up? Someone (or a few someones) can spot him and head out to say hello, which will likely end in a fight that ends up with Gene free from the influence.

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No, actually. I have a different Capcom character in mind...

Do tell me if there's anything that needs changing.

The God Hand

Name:

Gene

Game Origin:

God Hand

Appearance:

God power keeps my pimp hand strong!

Personality:

A few words come to mind to describe Gene: brazen, cocky, stupid. He puts on the persona of a macho man, being quite bombastic, and attempts to act like he only cares about himself. The aloof part of this persona falls flat due to his own nature, however; he has a strong sense of justice and seeks to stop any wrongdoers, though his own good nature won't stop him from complaining about his responsibilities.

Background:

Gene wasn't anyone special at first; just a penniless 23 year old vagrant with a cocky demeanor and a knack for punching thugs, trying to get by in the world. He was traveling through a nameless town trying to find work when he stumbled across a trio of thugs harassing a girl. Angered, he threw himself at the thugs to protect the girl, and for his troubles he got his right arm chopped off and was left for dead.

Rough start, eh?

Just when Gene thought he was going to die, the girl came to his aid as thanks. Her name was Olivia, and she was the last of a clan that protected the God Hands; the arms of a legendary warrior who had defeated the Demon King Angra long ago. She planted the right God Hand onto Gene's stump, and he found himself good as new. He was ready to keep on living the way he was, until Olivia told him that carrying the God Hand made him obligated to fight any demons he comes across, and if he didn't, she'd have to take it back by chopping it off.

Reluctantly, Gene began traveling with her, fighting everything from thugs and demons to a gorilla in a lucha libre suit and a team of Super Sentai themed midgets. The most formidable of these foes were members of the Four Devas, a council of powerful demons looking to resurrect Angra. Among them was Azel, the man in possession of the left God Hand, who was Olivia's former fiance and was responsible for slaughtering their clan to take the God Hand's power.

Gene managed to defeat three of the Four Devas, but was unable to prevent Azel from capturing Olivia. He chased after his rival, managing to defeat him. However, Gene was too late to stop Azel from resurrecting Angra, the Demon King planning to use Azel as his vessel. Azel, with the last of his strength, removed the left God Hand and gave it to Gene, dying in the process. Angra, undeterred, simply used Olivia as his vessel instead. With the power of both God Hands, Gene was able to best Angra in combat. But just as he was about to deliver the killing blow and save Olivia, a beam of light shone through the battlefield...

The next thing Gene knew he was back at the start; with just the right God Hand and none of the techniques he had learned throughout his journey. He was in a desolate world with no one else around, so he set out to take down whoever had done this to him and Dragon Kick their ass into the Milky Way!

...

But he knew he'd need help so now he's looking for that too.

Specialty:

Lightning Bruiser

Level:

1

Experience:

0/10

Powers:

• Ball Buster - One of Gene's signature techniques, a simple backwards kick to his opponent's groin. It will stun the enemy for a limited amount of time, allowing Gene to deliver the beatdown on his opponent. However, the attack won't work on females or those without any sort of genitalia. Can only be used once a fight.

Strengths:

• The God Hand - Gene is in possession of the right God Hand, one of the arms of a legendary warrior. The God Hand, as the name implies, possesses the power of a God. Gene always has access to a limited amount of its power, keeping most of it under the wraps of the Deistic Brace, but is capable of ripping the Deistic Brace off and unleashing the God Hand's full potential to boost his damage and attack speed for a limited amount of time.
• Martial Arts Master - Gene has a great knowledge of martial arts, ranging from kung fu to drunken boxing. He can potentially learn over a hundred different attack techniques, but right now he's limited to a few punches and kicks.
• Fly Like A Butterfly - Gene is quick on his feet, allowing him to dodge the first attack that comes at him during a fight, but he'll need to get out of the way of any attacks that come after manually.

Weaknesses:

• Dumber Than A Box of Rocks - Gene's never been the smartest guy, and he barely knows anything other than fighting. Ask him what his plan is, he'll automatically default to punch the thing.
• No Time For Talking - Because all he knows is beating things up, Gene isn't the most diplomatic of folks. He's more likely to piss off anyone he's trying to talk down, and usually he doesn't want to try talking anyway.
• Adaptive Difficulty - It almost seems like the universe hates Gene. Whenever everything's going good, he'll get his head kicked in sooner or later. The better Gene is doing during a fight, the stronger and smarter his foes will become.

Spirits:

• Nada.

Kindred Spirits:

Olivia (God Hand) - The girl who made his life so complicated. She doesn't have any offensive skills, but what she lacks in strength she makes up in wit. Gene doesn't know what happened to her after the lights swallowed everyone up, but he's determined to find her.
Nero (Devil May Cry) - Another cocky white haired punk with a powerful right arm who fights demons on the daily. Almost like they're a bit too similar. Gene hasn't met him (different universes and all), but their shared good nature hidden beneath a cocky exterior binds their souls.
Johnny Cage (Mortal Kombat) - A fellow cocky martial artist with a showboat-y personality. Gene also hasn't met him (again, different universes), but between their similar cocky attitude and shared pragmatic mindset (hope people won't miss their gonads), the two of them share a spirit.

Inventory:

The clothes on his back and a fistful of pocket change.

EDIT 1: Added Johnny Cage as a Kindred Spirit. Got all three now.

@Simple Unicycle

A good sheet, but there are two things I should point out.

The first of them isn't in the way of his acceptance, so you don't need to change it, but I feel like you would benefit from it. Having single moves as Powers is very limiting because it is a single thing you can do instead of a suite and the rate at which you get new special moves is slow. Rather than have Ball Buster as his Power, I would instead make it 'The God Hand" and describe what it allows him to do, including super strength. Then, I would say replace the Strength "God Hand" with something like "Move Master" or "Quick Learner" and have it say something along the lines of 'Gene is always adding to his arsenal of techniques, picking up new ones or remembering ones forgotten. Every level-up, his style gains three new techniques. He begins with just Ball Buster, a groin shot that leaves foes stunned.' I think that would be a better way to go around it.

The more pivotal thing is the end of his backstory. In the New World, all characters (pretty much) start out under Galeem's influence, oblivious to Galeem's presence and with altered behavior. While he might still wander around in search of a fight, and that wandering could very well bring him to Peach's Castle and the rest of the group, he wouldn't be able to oppose Galeem in any way until freed.

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Hey everyone. I'm interested in joining, if you'll have me. Got a CS whipped up and ready to go too.

@Simple Unicycle

I think I speak for all of us when I say I'd be ecstatic to have you. Looking forward to that sheet.