MacDuffy

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

@Keyblade87 Yeah, sorry about the holdup! Work's been piling up this week. Holidays, you know how it is.

I should have the sheet in today, fingers crossed.

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

I'll hold off on my next post until the GMs get their next posts in.

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Avalanche Sandrovich: Turntable

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Avalanche blinked in confusion, as he turned his attention from the waitress to the ghost-killer for hire. Amidst her spiel on academies and orphans, it occurred to him that she had assumed he was flirting with her. His attempt at setting up a mood interfered with, he looked at her with an annoyed squint. The nerve of that girl! To think she would assume his standards were so low that he would try putting the moves on a woman NOT wearing a tiny skirt!

"'Ey, 'Ey, I wasn't talkin' to YOU, lady!" He replied to her, pointing his thumb towards the pink-haired waitress. "I was speakin' to this hardworkin' member o' this fine establishment...."

Looking the black-haired woman over, however, Avalanche made a brief, lightning-fast analysis....she didn't look TOO bad. Perhaps if she were in a tiny skirt.....He didn't get far in that particular train of thought, however, as in the corner of his eye he could see a younger-looking Chaser attacking the roaming spirits in the cafe'...with a burlier one offering his aid. Annoyance had turned to curiosity had turned to apprehension...he was going to have a damn heart attack if he kept doing emotional hard turns like this. He might not even live THAT long, if these ghosts got pissed.

He looked towards the burly warrior, holding up a hand toward him. "Hey, hold on a second, hold on a second...We don't gotta do this VIOLENTLY, do we? Think about the property damage, yeah?...I like the ghost repellant idea better, s'a lot cleaner that way..."

@Ebonsquire @Lucius Cypher @Letter Bee

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

@Stern AlgorithmAnd no older than 20? All the numbers in-between are fair game?

Would 16-17 be good?

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Avalanche Sandrovich: Turntable

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"What a great way to kick off a night....a haunting."

Avalanche rubbed his eyes, grumpily mumbling to himself, before putting his sunglasses back on. As usual for his evening routine, pretty much nothing was going right. He quickly glanced at the various creepy spirits infesting the halls of the cafe', though not for very long, as he was certainly not going to make eye contact with any of these grim-looking revenants. One might consider it unwise, sitting at a table in the middle of a bar filled to the brim with frightening ghosts. But his feet hurt, god damn it, and he was not about to let a bunch of dead people stop him from taking a load off.

The question he pondered now, however, was who exactly was going to be the one to solve this minor ghost conundrum? He sure as hell wasn't going to do it. Those ghosts looked liked they meant business, and he was sorely outnumbered. And his feet hurt! Being the intellectual tactician that he was, he simply deemed it unwise to attempt to start a conflict with odds like those, especially when he wasn't going to be paid for it. You don't do work for free, that was his number-one rule in life.

He felt a minor sense of relie-.....satisfaction, when he noticed a Chaser nearby offering her ghost-busting services to one of the maids....his favorite maid at the Dangeki Cafe', in fact. His mood brightened considerably at the sight of her, as it always did. He always admired her can-do attitude, her willingness to charge headlong into the thick of danger....and those LEGS. MM.

He briefly breathed into his hand to smell his own breath, before slicking his hair back slightly and flagging her down the moment her attention was toward him. "Hey there, beautiful!" he said with a sleazy smirk, making a quick flick of his hand to turn the chair opposite him toward her. "How much will it cost me to have you take a break at my table and chat for a little while?..."

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Aw yea

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Avalanche Sandrovich

Name: Avalanche Sandrovich

Alias: Turntable

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 172 lbs

Appearance:

Powers:

Rotation - Avalanche has the ability to telekinetically rotate any object, organic or inorganic, within his line of sight along a vertical or horizontal axis. To do so, he must perform a small hand gesture akin to swinging a revolving door. As such, he can only rotate two objects at a time at most, one for each hand. His power has a weight limit of up to 1500 kilograms and a rotation speed limit of up to 20 kilometers an hour. For targets closer to his weight limit, Avalanche must use both hands, and the speed at which he can rotate it is halved.

Weapons:

Colt Python - Magnums aren't usually a practical sidearm, but a target slipped flat on its ass is an easier shot, anyway.

Small Roll of Razor Wire - Perfect for making impromptu chainsaws.

Equipment:

Nice Suit - Well, HE thinks it's nice, anyway.

Sunglasses - More for style than anything else. They're not even that good at shielding from sunlight.

Pack of Cigarettes - For when you need to take the edge off, or you can't find a match. Warning! Highly addictive and hazardous to your health.

Other:
While he doesn't carry around an entire armory with him, he's proficient in quite a fair number of firearms, if he were able to get his hands on them. Don't ask how he knows how to use so many guns, though. His shady past occupation is a topic he likes to avoid in conversation....

Theme Song:youtube.com/watch?v=SVEusVobh5s

Sample Post

Avalanche sighed heavily, quite disappointed with himself. It had been a staggering two hours since he last cursed his fate, and he was hoping to break his record at three.

There, standing at the end of the alleyway he had intended to cross through, was a Youkai. An Aobōzu, to be specific. It stood there, arms folded, the bright blue skin on its stout, dwarfish body clashed with the blood-red sky of the otherworld. Its one, large, singular eye had already locked with Avalanche's, which to an Aobōzu meant only one thing: the gauntlet was already thrown. Avalanche watched, nervous and exasperated, as the youkai slapped its thighs, raised one foot in the air, and brought it down in a mighty stomp, which Avalanche could have sworn made the ground shake. Sumo was its choice of sport this evening. Avalanche looked down at his own body, lean and lacking girth, and then looked up at the walls of the alleyway, stained with massive splatters of blood. He looked back at the Aobōzu, his response clear in his sharp eyes.

Hell no.

"And if I refuse?..." He spoke aloud, trying to keep his cool as a bead of sweat formed on his face. The Youkai's simple response was to silently point upwards, guiding Avalanche's gaze up to the several corpses hanging from the clotheslines above. He gulped loudly, replying with a very curt "...oh." It would seem, just his luck, that he was getting slammed by the blue lug no matter what he chose. He doubt he could outrun the Aobōzu in his current position; The only way out was straight on through....Avalanche groaned to himself. This wasn't fair at all, he wasn't even on the clock. He had no beef with this blue monk, he wasn't a hunting target....but if it was a sumo match the youkai wanted, a sumo match it would get.

Avalanche took a deep breath, and lifted his own leg and brought it down with a half-hearted stomp of his own, which the ground did not even politely acknowledge with a twitch. "Alright, Blue Boy.....you're on!" he exclaimed. The Aobōzu gained a brief look of excitement, before staring him down and lowering its fists to the ground. Avalanche did the same, never taking his eyes off his azure opponent. There was naught but dead silence in the alley for what felt like ages, before, with a twitch of the youkai's fingers, the battle was on. Avalanche quickly sprinted forward, and then immediately almost lost his footing from sheer surprise at the incredible burst of speed at which the Aobōzu took off. Avalanche barely had half a second to flick his wrist, but he managed it, and a flick of the wrist was all he needed.

Instantaneously, the Aobōzu turned ninety degrees, and ran smack-dab into the brick wall of the alleyway, going clean through it. Avalanche did not so much as bother to look through the hole it made, and certainly didn't slow down. He sprinted at full tilt clean across the alleyway to the other side, quickly turning and running down the street. "How's THAT for sumo wrestling, ya dumbass!?" Avalanche shouted tauntingly as he ran, cackling. The laughter quickly stopped, however, when he heard loud, stomping footfalls from behind him. He slowly glanced behind him, to see the mildly bruised and very upset Aobōzu chasing after him. And gaining.

"...Ahhh, SHIT!" He whispered harshly as he clenched in his gluts and tried his damnedest to pick up the pace. Once again, it would seem, it was going to be a very long night in the Crimson Sky.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

I decided to make my character a Collins to help fill things out.

What would the age of the youngest child be?

~Chasers: Boundary of the Crimson Sky~

Avalanche Sandrovich

Name: Avalanche Sandrovich

Alias: Turntable

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 172 lbs

Appearance:

Powers:

Rotation - Avalanche has the ability to telekinetically rotate any object, organic or inorganic, within his line of sight along a vertical or horizontal axis. To do so, he must perform a small hand gesture akin to swinging a revolving door. As such, he can only rotate two objects at a time at most, one for each hand. His power has a weight limit of up to 1500 kilograms and a rotation speed limit of up to 20 kilometers an hour. For targets closer to his weight limit, Avalanche must use both hands, and the speed at which he can rotate it is halved.

Weapons:

Colt Python - Magnums aren't usually a practical sidearm, but a target slipped flat on its ass is an easier shot, anyway.

Small Roll of Razor Wire - Perfect for making impromptu chainsaws.

Equipment:

Nice Suit - Well, HE thinks it's nice, anyway.

Sunglasses - More for style than anything else. They're not even that good at shielding from sunlight.

Pack of Cigarettes - For when you need to take the edge off, or you can't find a match. Warning! Highly addictive and hazardous to your health.

Other:
While he doesn't carry around an entire armory with him, he's proficient in quite a fair number of firearms, if he were able to get his hands on them. Don't ask how he knows how to use so many guns, though. His shady past occupation is a topic he likes to avoid in conversation....

Theme Song:youtube.com/watch?v=SVEusVobh5s

Sample Post

Avalanche sighed heavily, quite disappointed with himself. It had been a staggering two hours since he last cursed his fate, and he was hoping to break his record at three.

There, standing at the end of the alleyway he had intended to cross through, was a Youkai. An Aobōzu, to be specific. It stood there, arms folded, the bright blue skin on its stout, dwarfish body clashed with the blood-red sky of the otherworld. Its one, large, singular eye had already locked with Avalanche's, which to an Aobōzu meant only one thing: the gauntlet was already thrown. Avalanche watched, nervous and exasperated, as the youkai slapped its thighs, raised one foot in the air, and brought it down in a mighty stomp, which Avalanche could have sworn made the ground shake. Sumo was its choice of sport this evening. Avalanche looked down at his own body, lean and lacking girth, and then looked up at the walls of the alleyway, stained with massive splatters of blood. He looked back at the Aobōzu, his response clear in his sharp eyes.

Hell no.

"And if I refuse?..." He spoke aloud, trying to keep his cool as a bead of sweat formed on his face. The Youkai's simple response was to silently point upwards, guiding Avalanche's gaze up to the several corpses hanging from the clotheslines above. He gulped loudly, replying with a very curt "...oh." It would seem, just his luck, that he was getting slammed by the blue lug no matter what he chose. He doubt he could outrun the Aobōzu in his current position; The only way out was straight on through....Avalanche groaned to himself. This wasn't fair at all, he wasn't even on the clock. He had no beef with this blue monk, he wasn't a hunting target....but if it was a sumo match the youkai wanted, a sumo match it would get.

Avalanche took a deep breath, and lifted his own leg and brought it down with a half-hearted stomp of his own, which the ground did not even politely acknowledge with a twitch. "Alright, Blue Boy.....you're on!" he exclaimed. The Aobōzu gained a brief look of excitement, before staring him down and lowering its fists to the ground. Avalanche did the same, never taking his eyes off his azure opponent. There was naught but dead silence in the alley for what felt like ages, before, with a twitch of the youkai's fingers, the battle was on. Avalanche quickly sprinted forward, and then immediately almost lost his footing from sheer surprise at the incredible burst of speed at which the Aobōzu took off. Avalanche barely had half a second to flick his wrist, but he managed it, and a flick of the wrist was all he needed.

Instantaneously, the Aobōzu turned ninety degrees, and ran smack-dab into the brick wall of the alleyway, going clean through it. Avalanche did not so much as bother to look through the hole it made, and certainly didn't slow down. He sprinted at full tilt clean across the alleyway to the other side, quickly turning and running down the street. "How's THAT for sumo wrestling, ya dumbass!?" Avalanche shouted tauntingly as he ran, cackling. The laughter quickly stopped, however, when he heard loud, stomping footfalls from behind him. He slowly glanced behind him, to see the mildly bruised and very upset Aobōzu chasing after him. And gaining.

"...Ahhh, SHIT!" He whispered harshly as he clenched in his gluts and tried his damnedest to pick up the pace. Once again, it would seem, it was going to be a very long night in the Crimson Sky.

Mobile Suit Gundam: Throne of the False King

<Snipped quote by MacDuffy>

welp had her more as a product of her environment so unsure on how to add a friend but if you got a idea shoot.

@Suku

I was just thinking of my character being somebody in the mercenary band she grew up with and has been friends with.

Someone who's a less capable pilot than her, so instead of a Gundam, he ends up with a hijacked mass-production suit he's gotta survive with.