Martian

Power Rangers/Masked Rider/VR Troopers Crossover Extravaganza

I'm mostly interested in playing a Power Ranger. Whether that's the 6th one, or one rescued from the Grid, I'm cool with either.

Apocalypse Not

So I made my alien character a businessman instead of a politician. He's kind of like if Lex Luthor, if he were a split personality of an alien agent. Maybe he can be budget Batman's nemesis. Also I don't really use discord much.

Kroyxus/Dean Illyria

Human Disguise

True Alien Form

Full Name:

Kroyxus

Nicknames/Aliases:

Dean Illyria

Age:

142, Appears 32 in human form

Gender:

Male

Species:

Vhuvon, a race of shape-shifting aliens

Description:

When in his disguise as Dean Illyria, Kroyxus stands at 5’10’’ with a slim build. He has a pale complexion, with blemish free skin without markings or scars. Dean’s straight dirty blond hair almost goes down to his shoulders and it helps accent his emerald coloured eyes. Besides his natural attractive features, Dean also wears clothes that enhance his beautiful look. He wears a lot of fine Italian suits, mainly in black or grey. He favours simple white dress shirt, a black tie, and expensive black dress shoes. It is a very rare instance for Dean to be wearing anything casual, mostly when he is alone at home. When he is out in public, Dean always wants to look his best.

When Kroyxus is in his natural Vhuvon form, he stands at a towering 8’2’’. His body is covered in a wrinkly, grey coloured skin that resembles a corpse. His face is comprised of beady black eyes and a wide mouth. All Vhuvons have a natural hump where the top of their body leans forward, as well as very long arms, and small chicken like legs with two toes. A set of black spikes run down Kroyxus’s body and he has a set of talons at the end of his hands. Like all Vhuvons, Kroyxus doesn’t wear clothing.

Personality:

Kroyxus is a cold and calculating being, one with very little empathy. What matters the most to him is the mission. As such he is very narrowly focused and can tend to miss details if they aren’t immediately relevant to his current task. To Kroyxus the ends always justify the means, as he has done many atrocities in the name of the Vhuvon Empire. Kroyxus has never truly felt remorse.

When in his Dean Illyria persona, Kroyxus’s personality does change, though he is not aware of this fact. It is almost like a separate identity. While Dean is still obsessed with completing his goals, he also now cares about accruing power and knowledge. To that end he is a ruthless businessman who will do anything to eliminate any competition. Dean is also something of a hedonist, especially since the failed apocalypse, and does partake in drugs and sex, even though it doesn’t affect him the same way as if he were human.

Skills:

• Shape shifting: The primary ability of all Vhuvons is that they can rearrange their body into any form or shape. This is limited in that whatever they shift into must be within four and half feet size difference of their natural form. They are able to maintain these forms indefinitely, with some maintaining their disguise for many years at a time.
• Enhanced Healing Factor: A side effect of a Vhuvon’s shape shifting is that they heal really fast. A cut can heal in an hour, a gunshot in a few hours.

Weaknesses:

• Vhuvons are around the same strength as the average, just being taller. As such they have no real advantage in a fight against a human, and would be at a disadvantage fighting most magical beings.
• When using their healing factor, Vhuvons use up a lot of energy. The more they heal the more they’ll need to eat or sleep to recover. If Kroyxus was to heal a massive wound while on low energy, he could pass out.
• A condition that some Vhuvons get when they don a disguise long enough is that it creates a separate identity, which could disagree with the primary identity. This has already started in Kroyxus.
• While Vhuvons are unknown on Earth, they are quite well known throughout the galaxy. As such many alien races have the technology to detect Vhuvons. One such machine could easily blow Kroyxus’s cover.

Brief History:

Born far away from Earth, across the Milky Way, Kroyxus is from Vhuvos II. One of the core worlds of the Vhuvon Empire. Kroyxus immediately learnt how to shape shift, the key ability of his race. By the time he was fully grown he was sent on his first mission. Like most Vhuvons, Kroyxus was given the job of preparing primitive planets for invasion. They would insert themselves into the other species world, and proceed to destabilize the planet. Once that was accomplished, a Vhuvon fleet would come and eliminate the natives before stripping the world of all its resources.

By the age of twenty-five, Kroyxus finished his first mission, reducing a planet of pachyderms to chaos before the Vhuvon fleet wiped them out. In the next few decades of his life, Kroyxus would prepare countless planets for destruction. It was during this time that the other space faring species became truly aware of the Vhuvons. Disgusted by what they did, the other species began to keep away the Vhuvons from developing species. It would eventually reach the point where the Vhuvons couldn’t find an undefended planet to raid.

During this long period Kroyxus retired from his invasion work. He moved to a tropical planet controlled by the Vhuvon Empire, but he quickly found that he missed his work. So when the Vhuvons discovered a new species in a far off corner of the galaxy, Kroyxus jumped at the chance to go back undercover. So Kroyxus was sent to the newly discovered Earth, taking the name Dean Illyria. Using some advanced technology, Kroyxus would establish Illyria Enterprises, a mega-corporation.

Through the use of politics and arms trafficking, Kroyxus, or Dean as he was called on Earth, began de-stabilizing the world. When the higher ups in the Empire deemed it ready, the Vhuvon fleet attacked the Earth. In a few days they had razed many cities, and decimated the world’s armies. But then they disappeared. The fleet somehow left the Earth, with Kroyxus having no clue as to why. His communication gear stopped working so he couldn’t contact the Empire or any of the other Vhuvons embedded on Earth.

Since the failed apocalypse, Kroyxus has been leaning into his identity as Dean Illyria, working on growing his company. He has also began to investigate the other magical beings who appeared during the cancelled apocalypse.

Other:

While Kroyxus doesn’t engage with much human culture, he does love horror movies.

Spiderman: Unlimited

Just put up my first post. Really excited to get this thing going!

Spiderman: Unlimited

As Paul checked the time on his watch he saw that it was time to leave. With as minimal noise as possible, Paul got out of bed. He did not wish to wake his roommates, not because they would question why he was going out at this time of night, but because they had a busy day at the factory coming up and they should have a good sleep. Like most other people in this neighbourhood, his roommates knew that he was a fixer, one who kept irregular hours.

Paul threw on a baggy brown jacket as it got quite cold at night in the Basement. Exiting his room with soft steps, Paul checked his watch again. He was supposed to be there for two, which meant he’d probably need to hustle. Paul stepped out into the darkness, the streetlights in his neighbourhood not working again. While it was slightly annoying, it could prove beneficial as it made it harder for a Machine Men patrol finding him.

Fear of being found out was always part of Paul’s work, whether it was masking tags or blowing up labs. While Paul mostly trusted Daniel, he had never met this Karen. He hoped he could trust her, after all she was apparently a high up in the resistance.

As a child Paul had never thought of joining the resistance, as things didn’t seem that bad. But as he got older he realized how good he had it. While his family was poor, at least they were never attacked or spirited away by Machine Man. It was only as an adult that he became fully aware of how screwed up this society was.

Paul was snapped back to reality as he heard the familiar whine of a Machine Man’s jet engine. Paul immediately dropped to the ground, making himself as small as possible. Up head underneath a flickering light was two homeless humans. Then a Machine Man dropped out of the sky. It seemed like it was trying to break up their gathering. It always seemed like the Beastial rulers were afraid of humans getting together, even if it was just two homeless looking for a spot to sleep.

While the Machine Man broke up the gathering, Paul sprinted into a nearby alley. He took cover behind a large garbage dumpster, trying to blend in with the shadows. Paul waited until he heard the Machine Man fly away, then waited a few minutes more. While the danger had passed, Paul didn’t want to risk encountering another Machine Man.

Looking around, Paul spotted a sewer grate. While most people would avoid the sewers, like most rebels or criminals, Paul had navigated the tunnels and had a good idea of how to get around under the city. As Paul approached the grate, he decided this was as good as any time to get in costume.

Pressing a button on the side of his watch, the clock face opened revealing a very small suit. The suit then launched out of the watch, before transforming into a human size suit, landing on the ground. Paul quickly put on the suit and helmet, becoming the Ant-Man.

Paul then walked over to the grate, before pushing a button on his belt. Paul then shrunk to the size of a small toy, falling between the grates. He then returned to normal size as he hit the sewer floor. After taking a second to get used to the unique smell of the sewer, Paul began jogging toward the meet up point.

After about twenty minutes of moving through the muck, Paul realized that he was near the meeting place. Finding another grate, Paul jumped toward it, shrinking as he moved. With precise movement, Paul went through the bars, returning to regular size in another dark alley. From there it was about a block to the meeting.

Trying to stay in the shadows, Paul found himself behind a building. Standing there was a woman wearing a hood. Figuring that this was Karen, as who else would risk being out at 2 AM, Paul introduced himself.

“Hey, there,” Paul approached her, “The name’s Ant-Man. Apparently we’re supposed to meet here.”

|~Ominous~|

Also was busy over the weekend, though not with a rave. I just started working on my character and will probably finish tomorrow.

Edit: I would actually like to see @ZxyxZemon character, just to see what style he is expecting.

Power Rangers/Masked Rider/VR Troopers Crossover Extravaganza

I've actually been recently getting back into Power Rangers through the Boom Studios comics. However I'm still early on, haven't even reached Shattered Grid, so I was wondering about spoilers as you are using the Omega Rangers. While I know the basics of the team, I haven't reached the point where they show up. If we could avoid spoilers I would totally be down for this. Character wise I was thinking a time travelling JJ Oliver, the SPD Green Dragon Ranger, who may or may not be amnesiac to avoid revealing the future.

Apocalypse Not

@EchoicChamber
So I'm really interested in this setting. I'm not really sure on a character, as the idea I had off the top of my head was an alien agent embedded in the world government. But that would assume that aliens were another form of apocalypse that stopped. If that's not cool I can come up with something else.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

@PrankFox @QuinnWolfe @XxFellsingxX @Kidgoat @psych0pomp @Bright_Ops
Sorry about the delay everyone, I had personal family issues to deal with. I’m still invested in this. In fact I just posted the first IC post! Basically your characters are on their way to Whistle Hill, maybe for Virtue Day, a Dragon holiday, or maybe not, and find the village being burned by soldiers.

@Mintharsul
Thanks for letting me know. Maybe we’ll RP sometime else.

@mito
So I did start the RP, but you can still drop in when you’ve got an accepted character sheet. The story I have planned does give some time for more Dragons to show up.

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

On a mountain range in between Nihn and Azai

Far above the clouds that covered the mountain ridge, a temple stood alone, away from society. This was a place that no Human had ever stood in, yet it had been there for thousands of years. Countless generations back, the Fae had constructed many such temples across the world, all magnificent efforts of architecture and design. Yet for all their beauty, few still stood. The ever expanding Human race had razed most of these magical temples, yet this one hidden at the top of a mountain still stood.

It was here on this mountaintop temple that the Masque gathered. Comprised of the leaders of the various magical creatures, the Masque gathered here three times a year, to guide those under them into a safe life. It was their duty to make the rules that governed all magical creatures, their duty to protect their greatest secret: the glamour of man. It was this enchantment that allowed them to assume the form of a Human, a necessary ability to survive in this age.

The Masque had just finished their tri-annual meeting a few hours back, with some of their members already leaving. But even though the official meeting was over, a smaller meeting was being held by some of the more prominent members of the Masque. In a side chamber, four creatures stood in a circle, deep in conversation.

A large brown furred Werewolf, Queen Mother Brigga, began to speak, “The Humans have gone too far. Every day there is less forest for my brothers and sisters to live in. And they consume all the animals. What are we to hunt?”

A bright white Unicorn, Lord Helaton, replied in the language of the magical creatures, “Long have I spoke this truth. We cannot survive like this. Every generation less Unicorn foals are born. I know it is the same with your kind as well.”

A black scaled Dragon, so large that he barely fit in the room, King Bahamut, then cut in, “What do you want us to do? If we fought them, we would lose. Maybe in ages back it was possible to cull the Human numbers, but in our current state we can do nothing. All we have is the Masque. We need to follow it to survive.”

Brigga hissed, “Maybe we should fight them, even if we die. It would be better than us slowly rotting away with each new generation.”

“What would have been better is if our ancestors left with the Fae,” Helaton added, “They would be ashamed to see the state we are in.”

“Perhaps,” spoke a vibrant red Phoenix, Empress Elvestria, “But we cannot change the past. We need to focus on the present. And right now we have a pressing issue.”

“One that you didn’t raise at the council meeting?” Bahamut asked.

“Yes, I did not wish to raise any alarms. I entrust this information only to those in this room,” Elvestria said sternly.

Helaton briefed in sharply, “Well spit it out.”

“I have reports that Humans have broken the Masque. In that they are aware of the glamour of man,” she said quickly.

“How is that possible?” Bahamut asked in surprise, “Every one of us has followed all the rules of the Masque.”

Elvestria sighed, “I don’t know how they learnt it, they just did. Several of my Phoenix kin have seen groups of Humans attacking magical creature settlements, ones who always use the glamour. Somehow they have a way of figuring out who is a magical creature.”

“Damn it,” Helaton swore, “Is this knowledge widespread?”

“It doesn’t seem to be. At least not yet,” Elvestria replied.

“Then I say we hunt down these Humans, erase their blight from the world,” Brigga snarled.

“I agree with my Werewolf compatriot,” Bahamut said, “We must do all we can to protect the Masque.”

“I’ve already sent several Phoenixes to investigate this matter,” Elvestria stated, “But perhaps each of you should send out your agents.”

“I shall send the fastest of Unicorns post haste,” Helaton replied.

“And I the fastest of Dragon fliers,” Bahamut added.

“All of my Werewolf kin will hunt down these Humans,” Brigga said boldly.

“Then we are decided,” Elvestria nodded, “We shall eliminate these Human hunters and maintain the Masque. If everything goes well, then none shall know this occurred, save us.”

All four of the magical creatures nodded, before departing the room. As they left they transformed back into their Human forms. It was custom for the Masque to do this upon leaving the Fae temple, in case they encountered any Humans up in the mountains.

As the four council members began to descend down the mountain, an ominous wind blew over the range. The fading sky of day was a blood red, an ill omen, one thought to mean that their would be great killing. King Bahamut said a quiet prayer in the language of the Fae, praying for the safety of every Dragon.

~*****~

The forests of Kaelis, just east of Whistle Hill

Onthal flew through the night sky, his massive green form invisible in the darkness to anyone looking up. It was a common Dragon practise to fly at night. Not only was beautiful to fly under starlight, but it also had the more practical use of avoiding the eyes of Humans. Even now, Dragon slayers were still a major threat to Dragons. But that wasn’t really a concern, as in his over two hundred years of life he had never encountered one.

Onthal was just enjoying the flight as he passed over the vast forests of Kaelis. Onthal had been living among the woods of Kaelis for several years now, and he knew the area quite well. He could probably reach his destination with closed eyes.

As for his destination, Onthal was heading toward Whistle Hill, a small village in the middle of Kaelis. Onthal had been there several times, spending quite a bit of time there. It helped that it was secretly a Dragon village, so he could truly be himself there.

But this wasn’t just a friendly visit this night. Tomorrow was Virtue Day, a holiday in Dragon culture. Most Dragons still practised this ancient holiday. It involved gathering with other Dragons and reminiscing about all the good things that had happened in the past year.

Onthal had spent the last few Virtue Days in Whistle Hill, as he knew that location would always house fellow Dragons. As Onthal got older, he seemed to value tradition more. In his youth there would be many years where he didn’t celebrate Dragon holidays, instead living among the Humans. But that had changed as he became more wise with age. He now saw how fragile the Dragon race was, and why he needed to preserve their culture.

Onthal purposely re-oriented his thoughts to that of positive memories of Virtue Day. A smile formed on his face, or as close as a Dragon could muster. But the smile quickly faded as Onthal saw some lights in the distance. Straining his vision, it did appear to be torchlight. But it was the middle of the night, why would anyone be out?

Curious, Onthal began to beat his wings faster, wanting to discover what was going on. But as he got closer, Onthal saw that the light now covered a much greater area. He quickly realized that it wasn’t torchlight, but that the forest was on fire.

As Onthal beat his wings faster, he got within eyesight of the village of Whistle Hill. Like the nearby woods, the buildings of the village were also on fire. Standing outside the buildings were several armed men, some torching the buildings. They were shouting at each other with what sounded like a Nihn accent.

Onthal wished to intercede, but knew he must respect the Masque. So he doubled back a few hundred meters from the village and landed among the burning underbrush. As his mighty Dragon touched the ground, Onthal then transformed into his Human guise. With spear in hand he began to sprint back toward the village.

As Onthal neared Whistle Hill, he gripped his spear harder. He had seen several Human warriors, easily enough to overwhelm Onthal in Human form. But Onthal lived by the Masque. He couldn’t reveal the glamour of man and he had to aid any other magical creature in danger, and burning alive in their houses counted as danger.

As Onthal exited the tree line and stepped into the village, he raised his spear at the nearest Human, “Why are you committing such atrocities?”

The Masque of the Dragon || Fantasy Dragons hiding among Humans

Sorry about not being around, unexpected life stuff came up.

@WindsOfFate
Sorry about you missing the cutoff. I'll keep you in mind if any spots open up in the future.

@mito
While you have some interesting ideas, right now your character sheet is hard to read. If you could clean it up with proper sentences and paragraphs, and clarify some of the descriptions and back story it would be more likely to be accepted.

@Dead Cruiser @Nakushita @King of Soul
Are you guys still interested in participating. If not can you post here to let me know.