Moonman

Back on the Rails - A Multiverse RP

@Tachi
Finished revamping my CS.

Back on the Rails - A Multiverse RP

Eh, understandable.

I'll edit it when I think of an alternative.

Back on the Rails - A Multiverse RP

Name: Edmund 'Eddy' Evans

Age: 27

Appearance: Of heavyset build and bushy beard, Mulligan resembles a taller version of a stereotypical fantasy dwarf, sans the perpetual scent of alcohol. His choice of attire is more or less limited to a light blue boilersuit, befitting his occupation.
As OMAC.

Powers/Equipment: A belt, sporting a vertical rectangular buckle with three studs lining both sides. In addition to looking incredibly fashionable, it allows the wearer to communicate with Brother Eye, a semi-autonomous satellite situated in another reality. Calling on Brother Eye, Eddy can be transformed into OMAC, the One-Man-Army-Corps. Due to the incalculably enormous distance between Eddy and Brother Eye, the speed at which the transformation occurs is significantly slowed, requiring at least a minute to kick in. Despite this, the end result is still quite impressive.

Eddy's strength, stamina, and durability are all greatly increased. In addition, OMAC can call for Brother Eye to make adjustments, be it to amplify one physical characteristic while diminishing others, increase or decrease his body's density, or shield him against specific forms of harm. However, much like the transformation process, this takes time, so OMAC cannot simply adjust instantly whenever a new threat emerges.

Personality: hardworking, dedicated, of glorious facial hair, these are all used by Eddy to describe himself. It's partially accurate, at least when it comes to his job. Off the clock, he prefers to sit back, relax, and nap for inordinate lengths of time.

Brief Backstory: A janitor by trade, Edmund somehow managed to land a job at an island resort, meaning that he'd get to clean up messes left by vacationing ponces from every corner of the world, how wonderful. At the time of the incident, he was partaking in his lunch break, watching the clouds and doing exactly what you'd expect a person on their lunch break to be doing.

Other: Might expand the personality section at some point. Otherwise it's pretty much finished.

Titans Together!

Jump City -> Coast City

Skeleton Man exited the clinic, bandaged and ready to dispense further justice. Of course, the lady working said clinic had advised him not to do that, but she underestimated the awesome power of Earth's boniest defender! No mere stab wound could prevent him from seeking out evildoers and defeating them, or his name wasn't Charles Osso, sworn protector of truth, justice, and the skeletal way. To punctuate his internal hamming, the Calcium-rich Champion attempted to strike a pose, only for a sharp pain to course through his body. On second thought, it will slow me down, but that is merely a temporary inconvenience! Soon, I shall recover, and no evil shall escape my Skeleton Eyes!

Osso's train of thought promptly ground to a halt, however, when he noticed the most recent news bulletin. Not the one with Superwhatsit saving the city from the aliens, mind you, but the one about the Pterodactyl Man terrorizing Coast City. "Hmm, Green Lantern's gone, so there's nobody to stop ol' Big Nose from wreaking havoc. Looks like Coast City needs a hero more than Jump City at the moment. To the Skele-car!" Skeleton Man began to run towards his personal vehicle, only to remember that it didn't actually exist yet. Turning on his heel, Osso amended his statement with a shout of "To the public transit station!"

The Bus

Skeleton Man, legendary hero in the making, was presently doing his best to look inconspicuous while taking public transportation. Given that he was still wearing his suit, this wasn't exactly an easy task. Though this was only temporary, as the assortment of folks on the bus eventually grew bored of examining his heroic frame, and directed their attention elsewhere. Save for one, that is. The citizen in question was best described as the spitting image of a stereotypical grubby homeless man, sporting a bushy beard, ratty clothes, and a scent that one couldn't quite place; the usual accoutrements of the common street hobo. But that was beside the point, as he was presently staring intently at Skeleton Man for reasons unknown.

"Is there something wrong, citizen?"

With that, the presumably homeless man suddenly looked up, as if only just acknowledging that Osso was a person rather than a piece of scenery. "Ah, sorry sonny, I was lost in thought. Anyways, from the looks of it, you're one of those 'superhero' types, ain't ya?" After Skeleton Man responded with a nod, the man continued.

"Figured as much, by the outfit. So, who're you supposed to be, Calcium Kid or something?"

"Skeleton Man, actually."

"Right. Anyways, I've had my fair share of experience in that field, so lemme tell ya a few stories...

Several hours of drunken rambling later

"So anyways, Bone Boy, that's the tale of how I escaped the moon-leopard corpse pits of Talon V."

At this point, Skeleton Man was so astounded by the absurdity of the man's words to bother correcting him on his name. Thankfully, before the man had a chance to start another of his nonsensical stories, the bus made its stop in Coast City. Breathing a sigh of relief, Earth's boniest defender rose from his seat. "Your adventures were certainly exciting sir, but I'm afraid our time together has come to an end. Skeleton Man, away!" With that, the Calcium-rich Champion proceeded to swiftly exit the bus, and set foot on the streets of Coast City. That peculiar experience now behind him, Skeleton Man could now go about protecting the good people of the city. His first priority would be Terrordactyl, the reptilian fiend that had been attacking children. Such an act was unforgivable in the Skeleton Eyes of Skeleton Man, and thus would be punished.

But first, where might I find Ol' Big Nose?

Massive Multiversal Crossover

@IncredibleBee

Kaito hid his DienDriver, but kept it ready in case a fight was to break out. With his free hand, he waved to him.

@Psyga315

If I'm interpreting this right, he isn't transformed.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Arragoz Plizgin - Da Muthership

Zog, dat's ow driva, innit? Hang on a squig...dat's it, I noze wot ta do! The Greenskin, having concocted a plan within his brilliant mind, immediately put it into action. Withdrawing three Stikkbombs from his seemingly bottomless supply, the Ork tossed them at the Space Pirate. "You'z distrack da muhrines, 'n' I getz away. Dat sound good?"

The Kommando didn't bother waiting for an answer, as he was already running towards the Krooza. Upon entering, Arragoz made straight for the soon to be late pilot's seat, and plopped himself down. As he mucked about with the controls, the Greenskin shouted a warning to the humies accompanying him. "Grab on ta sumfing, ya gitz, cuz I'z ain't stoppin if'n you'z fall out!"

After a brief period of searching, the Greenskin discovered the vessel's equivalent to a gas pedal and throttle, which in this case happened to be a large button and a multi-stage switch, respectively. In true Orky fashion, Arragoz set the switch as high as it would go, and then pushed it even further, before slamming his fist down on the button. "'Ere we go, ladz!"

Titans Together!

A city, plagued by the crime. A city of buildings and streets. A city in need of a hero.

But who, cries the collective voices of human and skeleton-kind, will step up to the plate, and become the hero this city so dearly needs? Well, ladies, gentlemen, skeletons, and self-aware computer systems, prepare to feast thine eyes or equivalent ocular receptacles on the answer to your prayers, in the form of Earth's boniest defender: Skeleton Man! At this very moment, the planet's very own skeletal paragon of justice is on the lookout for any nefarious evildoers, who have deluded themselves into thinking they can possibly escape the reach of the long, bony arm of the law.

Or, to put it in layman's terms, Skeleton Man was currently seated upon the rooftop of a building, utilizing the immeasurable power of his Skeleton Vision to observe the city streets, waiting patiently for a crook to show themselves. "Any moment now, I'll have a chance to finally dispense justice, the Skeleton Man way!" So said the man of bony construction himself, shivering all the while. He'd been up there for several hours, and it was starting to get rather chilly. Despite his skeletal heritage, the magnificent Skeleton Man was still susceptible to cold, unfortunately.

Luckily, for both our Calcium-rich Champion and the good citizens of Jump City, an opportunity finally presented itself. This opportunity took the form of a classic case of "a random mugger deciding to rob a lady of her purse, presumably for the money contained within." Well, Skeleton Man couldn't simply stand by and watch this grave injustice go unchallenged, something had to be done.

Anyway, Skeleton Man had to move quickly, lest the robber escape unpunished. But first, he had to make a proper entrance. Rising to his actually quite impressive height of two metres, he proceeded to assume a suitably stylish pose, to better intimidate the miscreant. "Halt, evildoer, justice has a bone to pick with you!" In a bizarre coincidence, at the exact moment this was said, the moon moved into just the right position, shining its pale light upon both the criminal and the soon-to-be esteemed ally of justice. Suffice to say, the effect was quite substantial, at least in Skeleton Man's opinion.

The robber, while certainly halted by the display, didn't appear to be frightened in the slightest. Instead, the criminal responded by verbally launching a flurry of expletives that I shall neglect to inscribe for the sake of decency. "Very well, criminal scum. You have left me with no other choice." Skeleton Man broke from his pose, and proceeded to back up several paces. After taking a deep breath, Earth's boniest defender broke into a run, and leaped off the building. For reference, the structure in question was an astounding one story in height. As he fell, Skeleton Man aimed his boot at the evildoer, whilst calling out a simple, but effective phrase: "Skele-kick!" Note to self: hiring a consultant to seek possible alternative names for special moves might be worthwhile in the future.

The kick struck true, mostly due to a great deal of practice on Skeleton Man's part, and not at all due to luck. The impact, unlike the prior speech, had a much more significant effect on the crook, as it floored the evildoer. Unfortunately for our hero, however, the strike had a seemingly profound impact on him as well, which became apparently fairly quickly. "Ah cripes, I think I broke my femur." Skeleton Man, likely in great pain from the damage to his skeletal frame, gripped the injured (?) limb with one arm, thus cutting the number of appendages at his disposal in half.

While our intrepid hero was busy hobbling about, the evildoer he'd confronted lifted himself off the ground. The vile miscreant withdrew a knife, presumably with the intent of harming the great Skeleton Man. As he approached the bony vigilante, however, it quickly became apparent that all was not as it seemed. "Luckily for me, I always carry a spare," said Skeleton Man, as he promptly swung a thigh bone at the criminal. Simultaneously, the masked hero released his supposedly damaged leg from his grip, revealing that it did, in fact, work perfectly. It had been a ruse of the highest order, for Skeleton Man's Calcium Strength made his bones marginally more resistant to harm than any normal man.

The criminal was visibly rattled by the display of Skeleton Man's durability, or maybe it was the femur hitting him in the face. It was difficult to tell which, really. Despite this, he didn't falter, and continued in his attempt to strike down Jump City's boniest defender. Said attempt came to fruition when, despite the best efforts of our Calcium-rich Champion, the evildoer managed to drive their knife into Skeleton Man's chest. Unsurprisingly, Calcium Strength didn't do much against most stab wounds. Yet, much like his opponent, Charles Osso was not one to give up, and proceeded to once again strike the evildoer with his femur club. Before the robber could recover his wits, Skeleton Man did so again, and repeated the process until the evildoer was finally subdued.

Ignoring the knife that was still in his chest for the time being, Earth's boniest defender picked up the stolen purse, and handed it back to the original owner, who'd remained stock still for the entirety of the incident. "No need to thank me, citizen, I am merely doing my duty as an ally of justice. Now, I must be off, for a hero's duty is never done. Skeleton Man, away!" He saluted the lady, and proceeded to simply stroll off, heading in the general direction of the local clinic. He had yet to notice the alien invasion going on, but it was only a matter of time. For no injustice can evade the vigilant skeleton eyes of Skeleton Man for long!

Titans Together!

Name: Charles Osso

Alias: Skeleton Man

Age: 19 in Skeleton Years, each of which are equal to exactly 1 Earth Year.

Personality: Charles' defining aspects are undeniably his strong sense of justice, and a penchant for theatrics. This isn't too surprising, given that he grew up in a world where superheroes with silly outfits fist-fought moon gorillas on a weekly basis. As a result, it is common for him to begin any encounter with an evildoer, be they world-shattering deity or common street thug, with an assortment of silly poses and hammy catchphrases, so as to intimidate them with his unparalleled sense of style. This works about as well as you'd expect.

Powers:
Calcium Strength: With his calcium-enriched bones, Skeleton Man is as strong as roughly one man with slightly above-average bone strength. Quite impressive, really.

Skeleton Vision: In addition to his normal human vision, Skeleton Man possesses the incredibly useful ability to see everything a skeleton can see. It has gotten him out of many a conundrum, I assure you.

A Femur: Quite self-explanatory, really. It's a femur, which Skeleton Man uses to club evildoers in the name of truth, justice, and the skeletal way.

Weakness: While many people think he's just a regular man wearing a suit, he's really a regular man wearing a suit. But while he lacks actual superpowers, he makes up for it with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Appearance:

Costume

Bio: Long ago, two weeks ago, to be exact, a young man by the name of Charles Osso broke his arm in a horrible accident. The accident in question involved a stick of butter, a PT Cruiser, and at least three very angry badgers. As a result, he was exposed to X-rays in a hospital, where a terrible secret was revealed. Charles Osso was, in fact, part man and part skeleton, a skeleton man, so to speak. Now, you're probably wondering: which part is the skeleton part? Well, it's quite obvious, the answer is the skeleton part, which is inside him.

Now, Osso had to make a choice: either to hide his true nature, or to utilize this newfound power in the pursuit of ensuring public safety. Naturally, he chose the latter, and after being discharged, immediately went about constructing a suitable disguise. He wouldn't want to reveal the existence of a Human-Skeleton hybrid to the general public, after all. A couple of quick trips to the thrift-store and local graveyard later, and Skeleton Man was ready for action. Evildoers beware, for justice has a bone to pick with you!

Note: Only half of his bio is actually true.

Arc Ideas: Skeleton Man encounters the arch-nemesis he never knew he had: the dreaded Skin-Man.

Other: Titans Forever

Titans Together!

Hullo, you blokes are still open to apps, right?

Application

Name: Charles Osso

Alias: Skeleton Man

Age: 19 in Skeleton Years, each of which are equal to exactly 1 Earth Year.

Personality: Charles' defining aspects are undeniably his strong sense of justice, and a penchant for theatrics. This isn't too surprising, given that he grew up in a world where superheroes with silly outfits fist-fought moon gorillas on a weekly basis. As a result, it is common for him to begin any encounter with an evildoer, be they world-shattering deity or common street thug, with an assortment of silly poses and hammy catchphrases, so as to intimidate them with his unparalleled sense of style. This works about as well as you'd expect.

Powers:
Calcium Strength: With his calcium-enriched bones, Skeleton Man is as strong as roughly one man with slightly above-average bone strength. Quite impressive, really.

Skeleton Vision: In addition to his normal human vision, Skeleton Man possesses the incredibly useful ability to see everything a skeleton can see. It has gotten him out of many a conundrum, I assure you.

A Femur: Quite self-explanatory, really. It's a femur, which Skeleton Man uses to club evildoers in the name of truth, justice, and the skeletal way.

Weakness: While many people think he's just a regular man wearing a suit, he's really a regular man wearing a suit. But while he lacks actual superpowers, he makes up for it with a great deal of enthusiasm.

Appearance:

Costume

Bio: Long ago, two weeks ago, to be exact, a young man by the name of Charles Osso broke his arm in a horrible accident. The accident in question involved a stick of butter, a PT Cruiser, and at least three very angry badgers. As a result, he was exposed to X-rays in a hospital, where a terrible secret was revealed. Charles Osso was, in fact, part man and part skeleton, a skeleton man, so to speak. Now, you're probably wondering: which part is the skeleton part? Well, it's quite obvious, the answer is the skeleton part, which is inside him.

Now, Osso had to make a choice: either to hide his true nature, or to utilize this newfound power in the pursuit of ensuring public safety. Naturally, he chose the latter, and after being discharged, immediately went about constructing a suitable disguise. He wouldn't want to reveal the existence of a Human-Skeleton hybrid to the general public, after all. A couple of quick trips to the thrift-store and local graveyard later, and Skeleton Man was ready for action. Evildoers beware, for justice has a bone to pick with you!

Note: Only half of his bio is actually true.

Arc Ideas: Skeleton Man encounters the arch-nemesis he never knew he had: the dreaded Skin-Man.

Other: Titans Forever

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Arragoz - Enjin Room / Muthership Suffice to say, the PED Trooper wasn't going to go down as easily as their fellows. Rather than being knocked clean off their feet by the Ork slamming into them, they were merely thrown off balance and temporarily dazed. An opening was still an opening, however, and Arragoz would gladly take it. Bringing his choppa to bear, the greenskin drove it into the muhrine's backpack. While the blue aura surrounding the PED Trooper stopped it from going too deep, the Kommando still succeeded in leaving a noticeable gouge in the mechanical apparatus. Before Arragoz could have 'anuvver go' at the humie with his choppa, the muhrine regained their bearings, and retaliated. Their strength and speed greatly amplified by the Phazon coursing through them, the PED trooper span around and clubbed the greenskin with their arm-cannon in one swift motion. While this failed to cause any significant damage to Arragoz, it did a spectacular job of messing up his neck, as the Ork's head was now facing to the left. With his free hand, the greenskin forcibly twisted his skull back into place, just in time to see the muhrine follow up his previous assault with a point-blank blast of Phazon-boosted energy to Arragoz' chest. Unlike the former of the two attempts at harming the Ork, this one actually left a mark. Or, to elaborate, it burned a fist-sized hole about half-way through the Kommando's chest. While a human or similar creature would be very, very dead, the Ork's only reaction was to briefly glance down at the freshly created cavity, shrug, and ask the muhrine "Wuz dat sa'posed ta 'urt?" Briefly stunned by the blast's inability to do so much as even faze their target, the PED Trooper took a moment to regain their composure, and prepared to fire off another shot. Just before the marine pulled the trigger, however, something unfortunate happened. The thrumming PED unit producing the Trooper's Hypermode sputtered, backed up, and finally petered out, taking the blue aura and all that that entailed with it. As a result, instead of loosing another mighty blast of energy, the muhrine's arm cannon produced a comparatively piddly beam, incapable of even piercing the Ork's hide. Evidently, the marine's good fortune, in addition to any chance at victory, had gone out for lunch. Yet despite this, the PED Trooper didn't surrender, flee, or do anything of a cowardly sort. Quite the contrary, as the muhrine proceeded to loose a haymaker at the Ork's face, using the hand that wasn't encased in the now functionally worthless arm-cannon. At the very least, the humie deserved credit for not being a complete panzy. Deciding to oblige the muhrine's desire for good ol' fisticuffs, Arragoz responded with his own fist, enhanced by the spikes of his knuckleduster/choppa. Barely a moment later, the fist of one impacted the face of the other, and a sickening crunch could be heard. The PED Trooper collapsed to the ground shortly afterwards, making the source of the prior sound clear. With the brief, but still somewhat satisfying duel at an end, Arragoz casually ripped the PED unit from the muhrine's corpse, before returning his attention to the matter at hand: gettin' da zog off da ship afore it 'splodes. Luckily, one of the humies accompanying him had already determined an escape route, so the greenskin proceeded to leg it in the indicated direction. When the firey bombs were finally set off, the Greenskin managed a short chuckle, knowing that the humies would now be too busy either 'Doin' da Burny Dance' or putting out the fires to effectively pursue them.