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Nomadic Fist: Radiant Soul (DEMO MODE)

>MRW the IC is up



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All-Verse: The Initiative

Sixth; I changed the third paragraph of the All-verse section to include the following paragraph:

<Snipped quote>

I took out the previous one and swapped this in its place because I knew that'd cause a mess down the line.

That's all, make sure to voice your input. Whether it's a question, comment, or concern.

@Ruler Inc

This part concerns me because the literal stated purpose of my universe is based upon the idea that there is no living people to call it home. Are you looking for characters to have analogues in the robots of the universe? Because I guess that could work.

All-Verse: The Initiative

Whoever can come up with the coolest artifact for their universe will have said world be the setting for our prologue.

@Ruler Inc

The notes of Dr. Honda

The Endedverse is known to have many relics, that even in their decaying state, show the technological marvels of the long-gone civilization. The advances made in the field of artificial intelligence in particular eclipse even many of the spaceborne universes, and the implications of how it was made could awnser many questions about the origin and nature of life itself. Not to mention, drive a technological singularity much like the one the Endedverse was on the cusp of.

Doctor Honda Haruko (本田 陽子)* was perhaps the single most important individual known for the creation of the first quantum computer. Rotting newspaper clips name her, at the time only a recently tenured professor at Tōkyō Daigaku (東京大学), reaching a breakthrough in the practical construction of such a computer, discovering a set of equations which virtually eliminated quantum decoherence. The fact a (realitvely) young, and female, researcher was the one to discover the breakthrough made Dr. Honda an overnight sensation in Japanese and international headlines. She would win the 1980** Fields Medal, and eventually the Nobel Prize in Physics in 1987.

However, Dr. Honda felt like she was not getting the proper respect that she deserved within the university, especially with rampart sexism within the academic bureaucracy. To make matters more interesting, she was a member of the Nihon Kyōsan-tō (日本共産党), or the Japanese Communist Party, and was an ardent true believer at that. While the whole world was using her freely published findings in order to accelerate the development of quantum computers, recent archeological work by the Initiative has led to the belief she was secretly leaking more confidential research to the KGB. This would eventually culiminate to a very public defection to the Soviet Union, who had used her work combined with native Soviet researchers to build robots that could largely automate portions of the lagging Soviet economy.

In 1991, Dr. Honda would very publicly defect to the Soviet Union, a major scandal which almost put the world into a nuclear standoff. However, the armageddeon that struck the world would not come for another six years. The Soviet Union, now rivaling Japan as the two "quantum superpowers" (with the USA lagging behind at a distant third, although still the leading "atomic superpower"), quickly used its miraculous economic explosion to keep the Eastern Bloc together, as new wealth trickled down into the rest of Eastern Europe. Dr. Honda would take residence in Leningrad, and become tenured at the Leningrad State University.

All we know after that is that the world eventually collasped on itself circa 1997. We do not know much details about Dr. Honda's personal life, besides that she would occasionally take trips back to Japan in order to meet with her family. This means that her last whereabouts could be as far in a range from anywhere from the ruins of Leningrad to the ruins of Tōkyō, and that's assuming we can even identify which specific city corresponds to which specific ruins. And if some looters got their hands on it within the chaos of whatever ended the world up to the extinction of all of its lifeforms, it could be somewhere we have no idea where to even look for.

But whoever can find these notes, would find themselves armed with some of the most sought-after information in the entire Multiverse. It would kickstart a technological revolution in any universe that has the tools to construct automations, which could theoretically either bring a multiversial golden age, or destroy it all like it did with the Endedverse.



*Or, in western naming conventions, Haruko Honda
**All dates are in solar cycles, arbitrarily chosen in reference to some historical event within the Endedverse

All-Verse: The Initiative

My main universe idea (the Endedverse was more of a side project I knew I could finish in one sitting) was actually going to be pretty similar to the Darkverse, right down to the name. So rather than do that, I might just try to flesh out the Endedverse more.

So expect my character to be from the Darkverse though.

All-Verse: The Initiative

The Endedverse

▼ DESCRIPTION ▼

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^{Post Apocalyptic, Dystopic, Sci-Fi}

This universe is, for the lack of a better word, dead.

Texts salvaged from the wreck of this long-gone civilization, buried beneath its decay and sand, indicate that the primary planet of this universe was once called "Earth". In a region once known as Japan, about 1980 arbitrary solar cycles after an equally abritrary point of time, a miraculous discovery was invented: a practical way to build a quantum computer. There was an explosion in computing technology that instantly revolutionized the world. Robotics, Artificial Intelligence, Lasers, it was a time of unprecedented technological development in almost all sectors.

And after a few years of this revolution, life suddenly ceased. The once proud cities were torn asunder by their magnificent weapons of war, the enviroment was burned away in the passion of rage, until nothing remained but an empty husk. Archeological work into discovering an ultimate cause for the exchange of weapons proved inconclusive, whether it was a petty political conflict or the work of the now-omnigenocidal robots which remain the only moving things in the planet, it truly doesn't matter. The planet is still a graveyard, a grim reminder that not every universe ends up with a happy ending.

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• Robots: With all known forms of organic life long perished in this bleak, inhospitable land, the old civilization's remaining robots remain the only surviving species of "life" within the Endedverse. Most robots are derelict and non-intelligent, slowly breaking down and rusting as the harsh elements start to claim even them. Some war machines, designed to operate under extreme conditions, show less wear and tear, and continue to roam the deserts that make up the Endedverse. For what exact purpose these military robots keep their patrols is unknown, but they will attack any encountered organic life on contact.
  
  A few intelligent robots still persist, although they make up an extreme minority of the surviving robots. Complex CPUs are a liability in this environment, and many robots have seen their friends' processors and memory deteriorate due to exposure in the wild. Finding spare parts to repair oneself can be challenging, and oftentimes robots are forced to cannibalize each other in order to survive.

▼ OTHER ▼

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Before the civilization wiped itself out, its technological development could best be described as "twenty minutes into the future". Obviously, robotics is far more advanced than in our universe, and some expiramental technology such as lasers are more commonplace in the Endedverse. However, the Endedverse killed itself off before many of its benefits were able to trickle down into common household usage, meaning the ruins of an average house may look comparable to something you would find today.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Chung Yeong-Suk

정영숙/Chung Yeong-Suk

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⦋ 24 || North Korean || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Yeong-Suk stands at a quite unimpressive 5'3'', slightly above average for her home country of North Korea, but much smaller than the average nomad. Her straight, black hair grows to her shoulders, with bangs covering her right eye, which has been replaced with a cybernetic optic designed to see in ki. Her natural, left eye is light brown. Yeong-Suk has an athletic build, fitting for her years of training in the Korean People's Army, which helps migrate how embarrassingly small she is.

As an officer of the KPA, Yeong-Suk wears her dress uniform at almost all times (Major exception being when stealth or anonymity is needed). It is olive green, with a matching hat and tie. Her uniform also consists of a skirt, practicality disregarded by Yeong-Suk's superiors so they could emphasize her femininity in propaganda. She, however, was at least granted permission to wear men's shoes, as no one in their right mind could fight in heels. Completing her outfit is black gloves, same color as her shoes, mostly for security reasons than anything else (not wanting to leave fingerprints willy-nilly).

PERSONALITY TRAITS

■ Patriotic to a fault
■ Deathly Serious
■ Unfeeling
■ Confident in herself and her cause
■ Pragmatic
■ Diligent
■ Doesn't like keeping people close

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

Chung Yeong-Suk was born on March 12th in Kaesong, North Korea, the first child of a family of industrial workers. Immediately disappointment, they tried again for a son, which resulted in her brother, Chung Jeong-Ho. Yeong-Suk's early childhood life was relatively normal; she went to school, played youth soccer, learned about the divinity of the ruling Kim family and how North Korea was Best Korea, and was part of the Youth Pioneer Corps. By all accounts, there was nothing remarkable about this North Korean girl compared to any other child.

However, when graduation came and went and the next generation of conscripts was admitted to the Korean People's Army, the government of North Korea was screening incoming recruits for their natural ki, a recent order from the Supreme Leader to create literal super agents for the rogue state. Perhaps due to ancestry from Yakcha, or perhaps just a simple fluke at birth, Yeong-Suk had a massive reserve of ki. Pulled away, she was given the option to volunteer for "special training" to unlock her ki and to become an enforcer for the Kims. In return, her family would be given, nice, cushy lodging in the nation's capital of Pyongyang, totally not there to hold Yeong-Suk hostage or anything in case something went wrong. Yeong-Suk readily accepted, mostly out of genuine patriotism, but also because she kind of realized she really didn't have a choice in the matter.

Brought to a classified military installation deep in the countryside, Yeong-Suk trained under the watchful eye of the military, honing her physical ability, technique in Taekwondo, and most importantly, learning how to use the ki she was so fortunate to be born with. When her skills in ki started to surpass anything the military was prepared for, they "persuaded" martial artists from the south and China to train her up further. Owing to her feet-based martial art, Yeong-Suk's trainers put a particular focus on trying to teach her to channel ki through her feet rather than her hands, a technique which she soon adopted almost, if not totally, excursively.

The training was brutal, designed to break her mentally just as much to bring out her absolute potential. The once innocent, sweet girl was replaced by what could almost be described as a machine. In fact, one of her eyes was even cybernetically replaced, in order to make her more potent as an assassin. Serving the state was the only thing on her mind; the only thing let into her mind, and willingly embraced. Her handlers rejoiced; they succeeded in creating the first superhuman agent for North Korea.

At age 24, she was let out of the facility she was trained in, the first time since entering in 18. She was handed a mission in Brazil. The cover story was to enter the tournament in Rio, and to bring glory to North Korea by winning it all. Her real mission, however, was to assassinate a target so embedded in the shadows, even she doesn't know their true identity...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

Yeong-Suk was trained in the half-traditional, half-modern Korean martial art of 태권도 (Taekwondo), a fighting style which emphasizes agility and kicks. While Taekwondo is usually taught as a zoning martial art, using one's reach through legs to keep the opponent at bay, Yeong-Suk's small size makes that not a winning proposition. Instead, Yeong-Suk uses ki techniques to mirror this philosophy, using her feet to generate projectile attacks from a distance. After catching her opponent off guard, she can use her great agility to rush in with wild jump kicks, before forcing the opponent away and starting over. Alternatively, if she thinks the foe is weak enough, Yeong-Suk will skip the zoning altogether and go straight for the rushdown.

Defensively, there is much more emphasize on dodging hits rather than blocking. Even without ki, Yeon-Suk is fastfooted, and can easily bob and weave from far to close and vice versa. When she can't simply dodge an attack, she perfers to use her ki techniques to block rather than her physical body; she actually can not take getting hit all that well.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ 천국의 눈/Cheongug-ui Nun

The "Eye of Heaven" was a cybernetic implant given to Yeong-Suk when she was selected by the government to become their ki assassin/agent, and was tech that was allegedly stolen from the Chinese without their knowledge. The Eye of Heaven is passively powered by Yeong-Suk's own ki, and confers the ability to observe ki. Living objects radiate blue energy; the more ki, the more brilliant the blue is. It also allows Yeong-Suk to see clearer at night; the ki of other objects will act as a very weak light source.

In combat, the only tangible benefit the cybernetic eye gives is that she can observe the ki of her opponent. This makes it harder to fool her with shapeshifting or creating non-living copies of oneself, since their ki signatures would not match up with the perceived reality.

■ 백사셋의 발/Baegsases-ui Bal

"Baeksaseum (A white deer known for it's speed)'s feet" is a technique where Yeong-Suk channels some of her ki into her feet, allowing her to move at speeds beyond her normal physical capability. Under the effects of this technique, she can run at speeds far faster than a human being should be able to go, allowing her to close or create distances rapidly, or perhaps sidestep away from an attack. It doesn't increase her reaction time, nor does it effect her ability to jump except for letting her build up momentum from running to jump further than what a human should be able to go.

■ 낫 킥/Nas Kig

The "Sickle kick" is the basic ranged ki attack of Yeong-Suk. Channeling energy to her feet, Yeong-Suk does a roundhouse kick in place, sending a wave of sickle-shaped ki barreling in the direction of her foe.

■ 지진 발생/Jijin Balsaeng

The "Earthquake Strike" is perhaps Yeong-Suk's most versatile attack. She pounds the ground with a ki-infused foot, causing a piece of the earth to dislodge itself and fly into the air. From there, she can either use the piece of earth to block an opponent's range attack (which will usually destroy the mound of dirt), or use her ki again to literally kick it towards the opponent.

■ 여왕 바지의 격노/Yeowang Baji-ui Gyeogno

Much like in her Jijin Balsaeng, "Queen Baji's Fury" (Queen Baji being the Korean Earth Goddess) begins with a channeled ki strike to the ground. Instead of lifting the earth up, it instead creates a fissure, causing jagged rocks to erupt quickly from where the fissure is. Rocks are reasonably sized, hard to jump over but easy enough for someone who could fly to dodge.

■ 만 킥 공격/Man Kig Gong-gyeog

In the "Ten Thousand Kick Attack", Yeong-Suk uses her ki to rapidly kick at speeds faster than the human eye. Each kick isn't much stronger than what a regular kick would be, but they add up very quickly. Due to the high cost of energy, Yeong-Suk can not use this technique for much longer than a few seconds before tiring out.

■ 천리마 킥/Chollima Kig]

The "Flying Horse Kick" is the most powerful of Yeong-Suk's attacks, and is basically a dramatic flying kick. When jumping, Yeong-Suk encases one of her feet in ki, and just lunges at her opponent. There is nothing too special she does beyond the ki, but it hurts like a truck when she makes contact. Can tire Yeong-Suk out easily, so she uses it sparingly.

SUPER MOVES

■ 여왕 바지의 복수/Yeowang Baji-ui Bogsu

"Queen Baji's Revenge" is, in simplistic terms, a souped up version of Queen Baji's Fury. Most of the attack is the same, but the rocks are much larger and travel more quickly than in the regular version of the attack. The rocks go far up enough that it could legitimately threaten hovering enemies.

■ 큰 천리마 킥/Keun Chollima Kig

Much like her previous super, The "Great Flying Horse Kick" is just a more powerful version of one her basic attacks, this time being the regular flying horse kick. Instead of encasing her foot in ki, Yeong-Suk instead covers her entire body in a glowing box of ki. More of a ram than a kick, Yeong-Suk flings her entire body at her opponent, being easily her most devastating non-lethal attack. While she is encased in ki, she is massively resistant to damage, but not completely invulnerable. WILL tire her out and drain most of her ki after using, leaving an opening if it misses.

■ 백두산권총/Baek Du San

Yeong-Suk whips out her Baek Du San and shoots to kill. Obviously a highly illegal move both in tournaments and with the law in general. Yeong-Suk only resorts to using her pistol when she needs someone to die now, and will not hesitate to use it immediately if she thinks she is otherwise outclassed. Prefers to not use it due to attracting unwanted attention.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

The major weakness of Yeong-Suk is her frailty. She can not take much punishment at all; a few good hits is all that it will take to knock her out. She can not get into any protracted slugfests, because she will lose at every trade due to said frailty.

Due to constantly training with people much weaker than her, Yeong-Suk also overestimates her own abilities. She also has very little experience fighing anyone with ki or magic, and doesn't know how to fight people of similar strength.

OTHER

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As Yeong-Suk is Korean, her name is written in the Asian style of surname/personal name, rather than personal name/surname.

Credit for the image goes to runeun of dA, not me. I can't art to save my life

I also can't speak Korean so the translations for some of her special moves might be wrong.

Lucie Bardot

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[ 22 || French || Female ⦌

APPEARANCE & PERSONALITY

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APPEARANCE

Lucie Bardot stands at an average 5'6'', with an athletic build to match her military training. Her light brown hair, which could almost be mistaken for grey, goes down to her shoulders, and compliments her actual grey eyes quite nicely. Her complexion is fair, white but not overly pale.

Lucie's typical outfit depends on context, but her everyday wear is a mix of her MAVERICK uniform on top of street clothes. She has a grey dress with black leggings, covered with her MAVERICK jacket. There is a box of ammo and grenades at her side, and a headset she wears to both communicate and receive orders. Her boots are styled to look a bit like oversized sneakers, and she wears kneepads over her leggings. To complete her outfit is a black bandana, worn as a scarf normally but pulled up in battle

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Highly competitive; hates losing
Musicially inclined
Desperately wants to be liked and to be a hero
Introverted by nature but tries to be extroverted
Easily irritated
Habitually lonely
Extremely insecure

BACKSTORY & MOTIVATION

A lot of her background is classified, and not freely available to the public. What is known is that she was born in Roche, Lower Normandy, a small suburb outside of Caen. Her father Matthieu was a veteran of the Gulf War, and her mother Elodie was an amateur boxer turned nomad with the nom de geurre of Bellonia. Lucie has an older sister, Genevieve, who would pursue an uneventful career in the French Navy. In high school, Lucie was part of a garage band known as "Les Loups de Fenrir", where she played bass. However, she suddenly dissapeared after an otherwise routine physical at 17 found her high in natural ki level. Official records don't have her dead or anything shady, she just dropped out of school, apparently transferring to a prestigious boarding school somewhere else in the country. However, reports indicate she was actually given training by the GIGN, before being transferred as the French representative of the newly formed MAVERICK. While she is not green per se, Lucie is still relatively inexperienced for a MAVERICK agent, but recent terrorist activity in Rio might just be the means to prove herself...

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILITIES

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FIGHTING STYLE

The best way to describe Lucie's fighting style is that she doesn't have one. While she can fistcuff reasonably competently, per military training, its nothing really anything all that special compared to her Nomad. Resultingly, she almost exclusively lets her FAMAS do the talking for her. Special ammunition specifically designed to ruin a ki user's day is standard issue for Lucie, along with a plethora of grenades that she can seemingly pull from hyperspace. When the going gets tough, Lucie can even rely on Asterix for backup.

SPECIAL MOVES & TECHNIQUES

■ Le Clarion

"The Bugle", the nickname for the Fusil d'Assaut de la Manufacture d'Armes de Saint-Étienne, or FAMAS for short. With a bullpup design and rate of fire of over a thousand rounds a minute, a FAMAS can quickly rain lead on any target while remaining accurate for over three thousand yards. Simply put, this is a weapon designed to kill things quickly. Of course, nomads tend to have a pesky trait of being extremely resistant to bullets, a fact that MAVERICK agents try to alleviate with using special bullets, but even then, the results aren't that great. It takes quite of bit of bullets to take down even one nomad. Lucie uses a suppressor with her rifle, partially to not damage her own ears, and partially to maintain stealth in ops.

The firing mode can be broken down into three options:

■ Aventure de pointer-et-cliquer

"Point and click adventure", or semiautomatic fire, is her slowest but most efficient and accurate form of attack. One pull of the trigger means only one bullet fired.

■ Ménage à trois

Three round burst. A good trade-off between accuracy and volume of fire. Usually her default stance.

■ L'Agence tous risques tirent

"A-Team Firing", or fully automatic. For when everything needs to die quickly.

■ Citrons

"Lemons", or fragmentation grenades, are Lucie's main form of non-bullet based damage. It's just a simple grenade; pull the trigger and throw it far far away

■ Fumigène

A basic smoke grenade. Creates a smoke field in which no one can see through.

■ Assourdissante

A flashbang. Throw it in an area to temporary disorient people's eyesight and hearing. Including her own if she doesn't throw it right.

■ Bombe incendie

A basic incendiary grenade, meant to be used only to obstruct passage to an area and not physically on people. Often time that mandate gets ignored.

SUPER MOVES

■ Willie Pete

A White Phosphorus grenade. Burns flesh, creates smoke that is lethal to inhale, and may cause survivors to hallucinate. There is a line all MAVERICK cross using this grenade; it's a war crime and the UN doesn't want its agents seen using them. Still, those who are lucky and do what's necessary can find a supplier from Dubai willing to part ways with them. Orders not to use them aren't worth following if it means leaving people to die, but their scarcity means Lucie can often only bring a single one to battle.

■ Tesla

A highly experimental EMP grenade, nicknamed "Tesla(s)" by MAVERICK agents. Lob them in an area and fry electronics in a short area. They are cutting edge technology, so agents like Lucie are usually only afforded one a battle, but they are devastating to any robotic foe.

■ Asterix

The CV-47 "Heinlein" Combat Robot is a remarkable piece of technological innovation employed by MAVERICK. It is a fully autonomous (although not truly sentient) combat drone armed with an M2 Browning HMG, employed when even a FAMAS can't provide enough firepower to complete a job. Astertix is the drone assigned to Lucie, and serves as one of her close companions when on the field, humanizing its quirks as a personality and referring to it as a "he". Astertix usually has a hard time figuring out what is a civilian and what is an enemy, and prefers to shoot first and ask questions later. Therefore, Lucie tends to keep the gun not attached when not expecting to use him, making him essentially useless in combat. Lucie also doesn't just happen to carry a HMG on her person, so she can't easily convert him on the fly either.

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

Take away the gun and the bombs and she is essentially powerless against any nomad-level threat. She has no ki techniques at all, projectile or otherwise. The grenades are all AoE, and can easily hurt herself if she is caught in the blast radius, so she can only use them at a reasonable distance away from her. The FAMAS is a bullet chugger, particularly if left on full-auto, and thus needs to reload often. This can be an opportunity for foes to catch in.

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Fist to fist, even Lucas or Brown could probably beat Lucie if she is unarmed. Seriously.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist [A Quirky Fighting Game Inspired Roleplay Reboot]

Person from the old thread just stating her interest to play on this again when the new thread starts.

Also, I was the one who made the human character in the demo section. :D

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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@wxps350

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Lucie continued to stare at the burning wreckage of the stadium, not minding any attention as the other nomads around her slowly started parting ways. She slowly and repetitively pulled the magazine in and out of her rifle, the soft clicking of the gun punctuating the rhythmic motions of the otherwise still woman.

After a few tense seconds, the MAVERICK agent turned on her headset

"AO cleared of all hostiles," Lucie said, her voice devoid of any emotion. "And of all stadiums. And civilians."

"Affirmative," the same voice that responded to Lucie hours ago, to approve of her entering the battle. "Head back to base for debriefing."

"Going to have to take a detour, but roger that. Over and out."

The Frenchwoman flicked her headset off. Turning around, she was suprised to see that the same brown haired kid she rescued from earlier was still there.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?"

"To be honest", Calvin began, "Not really. Most of the other guys here have some sort of goal or vendetta. I don't. I just sort of wander around. But I think we ought to stop whoever launched this attack."

Lucie blinked.

Was this nomad being serious? After almost being killed by a marauding horde of robots, he wanted to investigate and hunt down the people who led the attack? She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Kid," the Frenchwoman said, with perhaps a hint of condensation in her otherwise dreary voice, "You're way over your head if you think you can help."

Calvin shrugged off her attempts at discouragment.

"Well, the reason I could hardly move was that I blew off the giant robot's rear with my own two hands, having spent so much ki. Would that say anything different?" He shrugged.

"This is going to be a war, kid," the MAVERICK agent retorted, "if you're going to collaspe after every fight, there's no garuntee someone is going to be around to pick you up."

Lucie sighed as she started to walk away.

"Leave this to the authorities."

Calvin started after her.

"Well, I definitely won't do something like that again. But still, I can handle myself."

Oh god, now the nomad was following her. So he really doesn't have somewhere better to be

Still, given the condition of the city following the robot attack, it's probably for the best that Lucie let the nomad follow him. It means he'd be getting away from that shitfest at the very least. Plus, all she was doing was finding Asterix; it's not like her drone was some piece of classified black box technology that civilians couldn't see.

"Suit yourself, kid. But I'm not going to be looking after you."

"That's fine. I can keep myself alive. So, where are we heading first?"

"I'm looking for my friend," Lucie responded, "Told him to wait away from the carnage. Once I find him, I have to report back to base. Won't be able to follow me back then."

Calvin shrugged. "I can atleast help you find your friend for now. What's he look like?"

"Small. Grey. On treads," Lucie noted, not phazed at all that what she is describing was clearly not human, "You'll know him when you see him.

Calvin nodded, but then stopped as he tried to imagine what Lucie was describing. "Is... Is he a... uh... Is he some midget alien cyborg?" Calvin knew his question was dumb, but he had no idea what he was supposed to picture.

"Close. He's a drone," the Frenchwoman said with complete sincereity. "He's my closest friend in the whole world. Usually he's armed but I had to remove it because he gets fidgety when there's too many people around him. So I had to tell him to get away"

"Huh. Well if I didn't ask, I wouldn't have known when we see him. You know where he would be, generally?" Calvin asked.

"In our fallback position. A nice abandonded warehouse near the edge of of the industrial zone. Shouldn't take too long to get there."

""Let's get moving, then." Calvin nodded.

"I'm Calvin, by the way." He finally introduced himself.

"My name is Lucie," the Frenchwoman responded back with her name.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

Since there hasn't been a post in two days in-thread, I thought it would be time for a new character census! :D

census

USA: Jaden, Justin, Brooke, Billy, Jonas, Lucas, Walter, Jill
Netherlands: Sage
Brazil: Brenda
France: Margot, Lucie
Canada: Ostana, Calvin
Costa Rica: Joaoquim
UK: The One
Phillipines: Meo
Australia: Hank
Russia: Veronica, Abel
Switzerland: Gideon
Norway: Klara
India: Vindani
North Korea: Yeong-Suk
Japan: Brown, Yoko
Iran: Inanna
Vietnam: Yen
Spain: Askin
Egypt: Seshat

Other/Unknown (Not pictured): Seven-Seven, Fafnir, SYM 04, Voyt, Aldous, Ivory, Rosie

A lot of new fighters, but most didn't have a nation listed so sadly they're not on the map :(

Also, with Seshat, we officially now have a character for every continent. North America and Europe are definitely still vastly overpresented, but the game is slowly getting more and more global!

Abel is now listed as Russian instead of other because Allen told me to list him as Russian.

Since removing a flag would basically require me to start over from scratch due to the way these are made, I'm not going to be removing inactive or killed off characters. If the map gets too cluttered (I could see this being an issue with North America in particular), I might consider a restart, but that will be because I have to, not just because a character went missing.

Also, fun statistics:

27.6% of all characters with a listed nationality are American. This is by far the most over represented country, since no other country has more than two.

37.9% of all characters with a listed nationality are North American. This also makes North America the most over represented continent.

31% of all characters with a listed nationality are European*. This means Europe is close to being represented as North America is, although the characters are more evenly spread apart

Combined, this means 68.9% of all characters come from either Europe or North America. This is funny because, if Nomadic Fist accurately represented the global population, we'd only expect about 25% combined coming from those two continients

And lastly, 75.9% of all characters with a listed nationally come from the Global North, a socioeconomic term for the nations which have developed economies and (comparatively) high standards of living. If Nomadic Fist accurately represented the global population, the result would be flipped; 75% should come from the Global South.

Also, unrelated, but if you guys were confused last night what I was singing in Italian, this is the song:



*Russia is counted as European for these calculations

Of Crosses and Collapses: A Crossover Adventure of Survival on a Patchwork World.

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El Presidente gleamed with a smile as the entire crowd chanted his name. His entire life, longer than any person's life really should be, he served as these people's leader. They loved him as he build only the cheapest housing, provided only the bare necessity of health care and education, and pocketed the island's wealth for himself. After all, nobody notices that they are being robbed and cheated when you do it so brazenly and with a giant smile.

"My fellow Tropicans," El Presidente bombastically decreed, "we stand today at a crossroad. Not even Doubting Thomas could deny our island has grown so much in the past few years. We have built so much new infrastucture for our growing industry, expanded our schools inland, and not to mention, free housing for the most vulnerable of our population!"

El Presidente waved his hands as the crowd ate his words up. Anything can sound good as long as you say it with conviction, and that's exactly what the Carribean dictator knew what to do. Now, he had to do was make up a threat, and that would all but guarantee his relection.

"Generalissimo Santana, on the other hand, hates the progress Tropico has made. He schemes with the CIA on Puerto Gato, waiting for the perfect opportunity to install his wretched dictatorship on us. We can not let that happen! That is why I accept another term to run for Presidente of Tropico, and that every Tropican MUST vote for me!"

El Presidente couldn't even hear himself over the cheering of his subjects. The people adore him so much, that he might not even have to rig the elections this time! Of course, it's not as fun to have elections that "respect the democratic tradition" and are "fair and free", no matter if the pesky EU seems to prefer it being run with some semblance of decency. He'll still order Penultimo to stuff the ballots, but that can-

"Attention citizens of Pandor-No, shit. Attention citizens of 2Fort!"

The blaring voice on the klaxon woke El Presidente from his day dream. There was no crowd of people below El Presidente; just simply some dirty river that the ex-dictator was giving a highly impassioned speech to. And he was nowhere near the safety of his air conditioned palace, but standing at the edge of the battlements. El Presidente blinked behind his sunglasses as reality reoriented around this new reality, one where he didn' have a nation of brainwashed idiots to lead.

"This is your mayor, Handsome Jack speaking. "

Suddenly El Presidente's smile faded into a scowl. If losing his nation was the worst thing that ever happened to him in his life, which has spanned numerous decades, then having to take orders from this idiot was a close second. What right did that slimey asshole have to rule this glorified settlement over him? El Presidente has been in the buisness of effective leadership for decades, that Jack idiot just was simply the first one to wander into this contrived system of dual forts and claimed he owned it all! A lousy homesteader! Comrade Vasquez and Marco Moreno would have a lot of things to say to Jack's face about his ludicrous claim to power back at Tropico.

As the disgraced Tropican leader listened to the rest of Jack's speech, El Presidente's more jovial demeanor returned to him. It seemed the "mayor" was relying on the works of others in order to prop up his ineffective regime. And as El Presidente knew, relying on more competent people was a surefire way to get your underlings to realize they could simply overthrow you and take your spot. That's why El Presidente stuck with Penultimo all these years; he couldn't see that man leading his grandmother across the street, let alone a coup d'etat.

Thus, the Tropican made his way down to office of Handsome Jack's. While doing his bidding may be far below El Presidente's dignity, he knew all he had to do was be a more effective leader on the field than Handsome Jack was at whatever plans he had for 2fort. Then, seizing power would only require demanding an election.... and maybe some stuffed ballots. Could never go wrong with rigging the election.

On his way to the offices, El Presidente noticed a giant heap of what looked like scalvage and trash. Or, as the desperate ex-dictator knew in times of troubles like these, resources. There was bound to be something good in that pile of crap, and El Presidente wanted to make sure it was his hands, and no other, that got whatever the lion's prize was in that trash. [Roll for Search]

Pocketing whatever he found inside his jacket (can't let others see the "reappropriation" that El Presidente was doing!), El Presidente continued down the steps into Handsome Jack's office.

"¡Hola camaradas!" the bearded man said as he walked into the room. It seemed like any meeting between this rogue gallery of imbeciles has already ended, to El Presidente's dismay, as some cowboy-looking yankee seemed all too desperate to leave Handsome Jack's office as the Tropican leader was strolling in. Tardiness would not look good at all!

"Excuse me," the Tropican leader said, "I had some... buisness to attend to. But I am here now, and I accept whatever mission was being handed out here." Accepting orders without even knowing what they were? Classic move. Makes everyone think you're a hard worker and loyal, when El Presidente planned on being the exact opposite on both! No one would suspect a thing, especially not that smug fake mayor.