Moonman

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate

Name: Richard Braddock

Race: Beorc

Age: 32

Appearance:

Hider

Beneath his helmet, Richard is a bearded and square-jawed man of rough countenance, sporting dark brown hair. In addition, his face is marred by an almost absurd number of battle-scars, looking as if he'd been mauled by a bear (or several).

Class: Fighter

Proficient In: Axes

Features:
Finest Hour - When critically injured, Richard's Constitution rises by two ranks.

Stats
Strength - S
Agility - E
Constitution - B
Mentality - E
Skill - C

Inventory: Iron Axe

Personality: Despite his rather grim appearance, Richard is a remarkably jolly and jovial fellow, and does his best to get along well with his mercenary comrades. A man of simple tastes, he prefers to spend his spare time eating, drinking, and making merry. Furthermore, Richard is rather bombastic, prone to shouting nigh-constantly, usually while proudly boasting of his glorious deeds. He is not all talk, however, and is more than happy to demonstrate his 'unparalleled magnificence' in the field.

Biography: Born to a retired mercenary and a baker, the young Richard grew up whilst being regaled with tales of his father's many exploits. While a number of these tales were questionable in their validity, it did a wonderful job of entertaining the young lad, and inspired him to emulate his father. Taking it in stride, the lad's father decided to train him in the time-honoured art of hitting things with an axe, much to his mother's dismay. When he came of age, Richard took up the arms and armour of his father, and set out to become a mercenary of equal renown.

Many years have passed since that day, and while Richard's lofty goal has yet to be achieved, his dedication has not wavered in the slightest.

Additional Info:

Fire Emblem: Dragon's Gate Interest Check

Name: Richard Braddock

Race: Beorc

Age: 32

Appearance:

Hider

Beneath his helmet, Richard is a bearded and square-jawed man of rough countenance, sporting dark brown hair. In addition, his face is marred by an almost absurd number of battle-scars, looking as if he'd been mauled by a bear (or several).

Class: Fighter

Proficient In: Axes

Features:
Finest Hour - When critically injured, Richard's Constitution rises by two ranks.

Stats
Strength - S
Agility - E
Constitution - B
Mentality - E
Skill - C

Inventory: Iron Axe

Personality: Despite his rather grim appearance, Richard is a remarkably jolly and jovial fellow, and does his best to get along well with his mercenary comrades. A man of simple tastes, he prefers to spend his spare time eating, drinking, and making merry. Furthermore, Richard is rather bombastic, prone to shouting nigh-constantly, usually while proudly boasting of his glorious deeds. He is not all talk, however, and is more than happy to demonstrate his 'unparalleled magnificence' in the field.

Biography: Born to a retired mercenary and a baker, the young Richard grew up whilst being regaled with tales of his father's many exploits. While a number of these tales were questionable in their validity, it did a wonderful job of entertaining the young lad, and inspired him to emulate his father. Taking it in stride, the lad's father decided to train him in the time-honoured art of hitting things with an axe, much to his mother's dismay. When he came of age, Richard took up the arms and armour of his father, and set out to become a mercenary of equal renown.

Many years have passed since that day, and while Richard's lofty goal has yet to be achieved, his dedication has not wavered in the slightest.

Additional Info:

War of the Multiverse

Edward Evans - The Bar

"Well, I don't suppose you could tell me where here is, exactly? As far as I know, there aren't any deserts like this near the Yukon border." Or anywhere in Canada, for that matter. "On that note, mind telling me where the nearest airport, or even a bus stop, might be? If those are out of the question, I'd be fine with a map and some supplies, I'm used to hoofing it."

"Admittedly, I have more questions, but unless you know anything about whatever this is," Edward pointed at the 'suit' before continuing, "I'm not too certain you can help me on that front." When he'd finished talking, Mr. Evans leaned back in his chair and stretched his arms upwards, relaxing his muscles. Unfortunately for both him and the bar's owner, this somehow triggered one of the suit's many functions, the thermal blasts in particular. Nary a moment later, a beam of thermal energy erupted from each of his hands, boring two perfectly circular holes in the ceiling.

"That was an accident, I swear."

War of the Multiverse

Edward Evans, roughly 50 feet above the ground

To say that Edward's first experience with inter-dimensional travel had been a pleasant one would be a lie. To put it simply, the jaunt had felt like someone had stuffed Evans into a man-sized laundry dryer for 30 minutes. As a result, he came out the other end of the portal disoriented and ready to vomit. Adding onto that, he was completely unaware as to just how far he was from the surface. Then it hit him. Or, to be more accurate, he hit the ground. The impact did a spectacular job of both launching a great deal of dust into the air around him, and getting Mr. Evans back to his senses.

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Well, that was a soft landing. Odd. While it certainly made little sense as to why the fall had been practically painless, very little of the past half-hour had made any sense whatsoever. At least it was consistent in that regard. Now that he no longer felt like emptying his bowels, Edward lifted his head out of the sand, and went about getting his bearings. Somehow, he'd wound up in a town that looked like it came straight out of an old Western movie; it had the works: sand, cows, cowboys, old fashioned buildings, ect. I suppose it could be worse. At least I'm not in Winnipeg.

With that out of the way, Mr. Evans pulled himself into a sitting position, whereupon he finally noticed that something was very, very wrong. First off, his clothes had somehow been replaced by some sort of blue bodysuit, with angular vein-like designs scattered here and there. However, upon further inspection, it seemed that describing it as a bodysuit was somewhat inaccurate. It was more like a second layer of skin, which had an odd metallic feel to it, and was surprisingly comfortable. Secondly, the 'suit' bore the same eyeball emblem he'd seen on the canister from before, emblazoned right over his sternum. If he were to hazard a guess, the peculiar cloud that had attacked him was responsible for this somehow. Finally, he felt up his face, and discovered that it was almost entirely smooth, save for two protrusions where his ears were, along with a rigid head crest.

Well, for starters, I look a bit out of place. Locals don't seem to mind, though. While Mr. Evans didn't know it himself, the folks around here were rather accustomed to odd happenings and peculiar individuals. Anywho, there's gotta be someone who knows where here is, and how to get back where I should be. Bartenders have answers for just aboot everything, so let's start with that. Thus, Edward got up, shook the remaining sand off his body, and proceeded to make his way inside the nearest bar.

Strolling up to the counter, Edward almost ordered a bottle of whiskey, only to recall that the 'suit' was still covering his mouth. As he currently had no way of removing it, drinking would be impossible.

Well, that's just lovely. Sighing in resignation, Evans skipped to the next thing on his to-do list. "So, you willing to answer a few questions for me, if it's not too much trouble?"

War of the Multiverse

• Name: Edward Evans

• Age: 32

• Gender: Male

• Appearance: Ignore the gas mask and shopping cart.
As OMAC.

• Method of Travel: Lacks a reliable method of travel, forcing him to rely on inter-dimensional hitchhiking.

• Powers:

Hider

Edward Evans has been infected with the OMAC virus, a form of highly advanced nanotechnology hailing from New Earth. When activated, Evans' body is encased in a cybernetic shell which provides enhanced strength and durability. There are also a number of other features, detailed below. However, due to the virus sample sustaining damage while travelling across the multiverse, some of them do not function properly, or at all.

Life Support: While in his OMAC form, Eddy can survive in a vacuum or similar environment without difficulty, due to the 'suit' keeping him pressurized and recycling the oxygen in his bloodstream. It can also provide nutrients and hydration, allowing Eddy to go without food as long as he wants. He still prefers to eat and drink, however, as old habits die hard.

Metahuman Database: Normally, as an OMAC, Evans would be able to access an archive containing in-depth information on nearly every metahuman known to exist in New Earth's reality. However, the data has been corrupted, preventing Evans from utilizing it.

Power Simulation: In addition to their inherent capabilities, an OMAC unit can simulate other metahuman abilities to gain an edge in combat. Unfortunately, Evans' capacity to do this is limited, as a result of the virus sample being damaged. Thus, he has merely retained the ability to project various substances from his hands and 'eye.' Specifically, he can project beams of thermal energy, fire-retardant foam, and needles of artificial cellulose.

Nano-morph: Evans' suit can manipulate the shape of its hands, allowing his hands to change into crab-like pincers, or simply enlarge them to enhance the force of his punches.

Weaknesses: Evans' OMAC form can be disabled with a sufficiently powerful EMP, preventing him from transforming until repaired. In addition, Evans is otherwise a completely mundane human with practically nonexistent combat experience, making him an easy target when untransformed. It should also be noted that if Brother Eye were to establish contact with Evans, it is likely the AI would try to gain control over the rogue OMAC.

• Personality: Adventurous and an outdoorsman by nature, Evans prefers to spend his spare time hiking, hunting, and taking in all the sights the wilderness has to offer. Thus, it comes as no surprise that he spends very little time in civilized parts, making his knowledge of technology and associated topics limited. He is, however, fairly knowledgeable in regards to outdoor survival, field dressing animals, basic first aid, and so on and so forth.

• Starting World: Plain ol' Earth.

• Backstory: The owner of a small gas station in backwoods Canada, Edward Evans eked out a passable existence, and lived a relatively quiet life. Nothing exciting, but far from unpleasant, just the way he liked it. Unfortunately for good Mr. Evans, this didn't last, for Lady Luck is a fickle mistress. While out on one of his morning hikes, Evans witnessed a meteorite impact atop a nearby cliff. Moving to investigate, he discovered a thermos-like metal canister, bearing a stylized eyeball emblem. Curiosity getting the better of him, Evans opened it to inspect the contents.

As luck would have it, the canister contained a modified sample of the OMAC virus, sent hurtling across realities by Brother Eye in order to fulfill an unknown purpose. Freed from their confines, the nanites picked up a suitable host, immediately swarmed Evans, and began to convert him into an OMAC unit. Much like any normal person, Evans didn't react all too positively to this, and frantically attempted to get the bizarre substance off of his person. In a stroke of questionably good fortune, the struggle resulted in both Evans and his aggressor(s) tumbling off the cliff, and almost falling onto some rather sharp rocks. Almost being the keyword here, as a portal just so happened to wink into existence moments prior to impact.

Thus, Evans found himself elsewhere, in a shape far different from what he was used to.

War of the Multiverse (Interest Check/Signup)

• Name: Edward Evans

• Age: 32

• Gender: Male

• Appearance: Ignore the gas mask and shopping cart.
As OMAC.

• Method of Travel: Lacks a reliable method of travel, forcing him to rely on inter-dimensional hitchhiking.

• Powers:

Hider

Edward Evans has been infected with the OMAC virus, a form of highly advanced nanotechnology hailing from New Earth. When activated, Evans' body is encased in a cybernetic shell which provides enhanced strength and durability. There are also a number of other features, detailed below. However, due to the virus sample sustaining damage while travelling across the multiverse, some of them do not function properly, or at all.

Life Support: While in his OMAC form, Eddy can survive in a vacuum or similar environment without difficulty, due to the 'suit' keeping him pressurized and recycling the oxygen in his bloodstream. It can also provide nutrients and hydration, allowing Eddy to go without food as long as he wants. He still prefers to eat and drink, however, as old habits die hard.

Metahuman Database: Normally, as an OMAC, Evans would be able to access an archive containing in-depth information on nearly every metahuman known to exist in New Earth's reality. However, the data has been corrupted, preventing Evans from utilizing it.

Power Simulation: In addition to their inherent capabilities, an OMAC unit can simulate other metahuman abilities to gain an edge in combat. Unfortunately, Evans' capacity to do this is limited, as a result of the virus sample being damaged. Thus, he has merely retained the ability to project various substances from his hands and 'eye.' Specifically, he can project beams of thermal energy, fire-retardant foam, and needles of artificial cellulose.

Nano-morph: Evans' suit can manipulate the shape of its hands, allowing his hands to change into crab-like pincers, or simply enlarge them to enhance the force of his punches.

Weaknesses: Evans' OMAC form can be disabled with a sufficiently powerful EMP, preventing him from transforming until repaired. In addition, Evans is otherwise a completely mundane human with practically nonexistent combat experience, making him an easy target when untransformed. It should also be noted that if Brother Eye were to establish contact with Evans, it is likely the AI would try to gain control over the rogue OMAC.

• Personality: Adventurous and an outdoorsman by nature, Evans prefers to spend his spare time hiking, hunting, and taking in all the sights the wilderness has to offer. Thus, it comes as no surprise that he spends very little time in civilized parts, making his knowledge of technology and associated topics limited. He is, however, fairly knowledgeable in regards to outdoor survival, field dressing animals, basic first aid, and so on and so forth.

• Starting World: Plain ol' Earth.

• Backstory: The owner of a small gas station in backwoods Canada, Edward Evans eked out a passable existence, and lived a relatively quiet life. Nothing exciting, but far from unpleasant, just the way he liked it. Unfortunately for good Mr. Evans, this didn't last, for Lady Luck is a fickle mistress. While out on one of his morning hikes, Evans witnessed a meteorite impact atop a nearby cliff. Moving to investigate, he discovered a thermos-like metal canister, bearing a stylized eyeball emblem. Curiosity getting the better of him, Evans opened it to inspect the contents.

As luck would have it, the canister contained a modified sample of the OMAC virus, sent hurtling across realities by Brother Eye in order to fulfill an unknown purpose. Freed from their confines, the nanites picked up a suitable host, immediately swarmed Evans, and began to convert him into an OMAC unit. Much like any normal person, Evans didn't react all too positively to this, and frantically attempted to get the bizarre substance off of his person. In a stroke of questionably good fortune, the struggle resulted in both Evans and his aggressor(s) tumbling off the cliff, and almost falling onto some rather sharp rocks. Almost being the keyword here, as a portal just so happened to wink into existence moments prior to impact.

Thus, Evans found himself elsewhere, in a shape far different from what he was used to.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

It was offhandedly mentioned in an earlier post wherein Arragoz was trawling the SE employee records for people to bring along.

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Arragoz Plizgin - Da Foekrusha

"I'z figgr'd you'z humies were used to sluggin' it out, like da gitz back 'ome. But, If'n ya don't wants ta jus hit da frunt, go ahead 'n' split up, just keep em dis'strak'd." So long as they weren't in the way when the Kommando reached the Eye, the finer details were hardly an issue.

Now, as for the armoured humie's complaints. "Ya know, if'n ya wants to bust a gate open or krakk a wall, I'z k'n fink uv a betta way to do it." Reaching into his backpack, the Ork withdrew an odd-looking red cylinder: a Melta Bomb.

"See dis? It'z wunna da few fings da humies back 'ome made dat's wurth nickin'. I'z can't show ya 'ere, but it'z proppa killy, 'n' it can melt just abowt anyfing, frum plasteel beems to wunna dem humie 'Bayneblaydes.' Plant a few a dese at da wallz, 'n' dey'll fall proppa fast."

"As fer da gate, I'z got sumfing spesshul fer dat." Delving into the pack once again, Arragoz withdrew an ungodly contraption which resembled a number of Orkoid hand grenades wired together and slaved to a single pin.

"Say 'ello to da Super Stikkbomb. Krumps humie trukks 'n' tanks just fine, 'n' I don't fink sum fancy door iz gunna be much 'arder dan that. Since I'z gonna be sneakin' in," The Greenskin paused mid-sentence, and proceeded to toss it to the armoured humie. "You'z gets ta use it. While I know you'z humies ain't very kunnin', it shuldn't be 'ard fer ya to figger out. Just pull da pin, 'n' throw da uvver part."

When the armoured humie decided to threaten Arragoz, he simply sneered, and responded in kind.

"Dat'z a proppa good joke, humie. You'z gotz any more?"

Massive Multiversal Crossover

Arragoz Plizgin - Shadoo Foreva HQ/Foekrusha

After a good bit of waiting, the transport that would be taking them to Nox finally arrived. With everything in place, in regards to both the Kommando's equipment and his kunnin' plan, the Ork stood up and plodded over to the ship. The ape-like beetle monster Arragoz had requested to join the mission, whose name sounded vaguely similar to 'Ogan, followed close behind. Shortly after he entered the ship, Shadoo Foreva's boss remotely addressed the crew with information the Ork cared little for. If Clark was anyfing like the rest of the s'kurity he'd 'eard about, Arragoz would simply have to put a tad more effort into krumpin' 'im.

With that out the way, the Kommando looked over the gitz who'd been assigned to accompany him on the misshun. The Greenskin was neither impressed nor surprised. Most of them wore identical uniforms, making it even more difficult than usual to tell the humies apart from each other. As for the more 'unique' ones, their clothes and height were all that really stood out in the Ork's eyes. The shortest one looked like a cross between a Squat 'n' an Elfdar, being both stunted in height and frail-looking. Another humie was somewhat taller, and wore metal armour. Less puny than the prior one, but only by a smidgen. The last one wore armour reminiscent of the Imperial Guard, but with a peculiar helmet sporting a T-shaped visor. He looked decently killy, so Arragoz figured that one had the best chances of survival out of the lot.

However, that was a matter for the future. Now was the time for the Kommando to establish who was really in charge of this misshun. Stepping up to the figurative plate, Arragoz shoved a few humies out of the way, before getting his hands on the ship's equivalent to an intercom. Bellowing into the contraption, the Ork addressed all Shadoo Foreva operatives present.

"Al'roight ya gitz, dis iz Arragoz Plizgin speakin'. Since you lot are a bunch 'uv puny humies, I'z decided to take charge. If'n any uv you gitz disuhgree, you'z k'n take it up wiff da komplaints d'partment. For few'cha reference," The Greenskin briefly paused, unholstered his slugga, and held it up for all to see. "dis iz da komplaints d'partment."

"Now, since I'z proppa kunnin', I've already gotz a klevva plan in mind. Ya see, da gitz we'z dealin wiff ain't Orkz, so they'z too stoopid ta see dis kummin'. Well, they'z gonna see part uv it, but that's all part uv da plan, ya see? Anyways, on to da plan. Most uv you gitz 'r' gonna go in loud, right frew da frunt gate, ta be specific. I want you'z to make as much noise as possible, 'n' keep whateva S'kurity dey 'ave busy. Dat sound simpul enuff?" Without waiting for a reply, the Greenskin moved onto the next phase of his plan.

"So, while da gitz guardin' da manshun are busy, I'z gonna be takin' a smaller group, 'n' we'll be makin' owselves a new entrance." The Greenskin paused again, and proceeded to point insistently at the Umber Hulk on the ship. "See dis git? 'E kan dig frew just abowt anyfing, so we'z gonna use dat to get da Eye 'uv da Serpent proppa fast."

"Now, we'z gots to split into teams. Those uv you 'hoo want to join me 'n' 'Ogan in burrowin' down, raise yer 'and. As fer da rest, you'z gets ta be da distrackshun. Ain't dat lovely? Uv course, if'n you don't like da plan, just say sumfing. I wantz ta know 'hoo ta shoot."

Massive Multiversal Crossover

And a certain operative, who had just returned, was told to report to the Leader herself.

@VitaVitaAR

For the sake of reference, which operative is this supposed to be?