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Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

The Heavy

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Character Name: Misha - "Heavy Weapons Guy"

Title: The Heavy

Kingdom: Valve

Visual Description:



Written Description:

He's been mistaken for a train, a bear, a professional heavy-weight boxer and so much more that could be partly true. The giant of a Russian juggernaut stands at a staggering 193 cm height, 6ft 4 inches, and is almost as wide as he's intimidating. Every aspect of The Heavy oozes two things; muscles and fat, a fine combination if you like shooting massive guns and punching people. With a bald head, stubs of facial hair and a distinct yaw, he looks as far from weak as possible.

As for his attire, The Heavy can nine out of ten times be seen wearing a red shirt underneath his black vest, donning a massive bandelier with equally massive bullets. His black combat boots and fingerless gloves gives the impression that The Heavy is always ready for a fight.

Personality:

In truth, there isn't much more to elaborate than already pointed out by his appearance. The Heavy like fighting, shooting, a good beating and sandwiches. If you're his enemy or stands in his way, be prepared to be mowed down by automatic gun-fire, stomped on and taunted by the massive frame of a walking tank, all before he sits down and eats a well deserved lunch over your sorry remains. Rinse and repeat, with little more thought put into it.

One exception to this rule of thumb is that he's incredibly loyal to those he sees as his allies, whether he likes them or not. He's been known to actually use himself as a human shield so to guard others from injury, be it they're pushing a massive explosive device down a railroad-track or it be his best friend in the world; The Medic.

Game: Team Fortress 2

Current Story: The question not what The Heavy has done the past time, but rather who he's killed. Doing what he ultimately does best, he's spent the past time running around around various enclosed locations around the globe, fighting other mercenaries to feed his family back in the USSR.

Weapon(s):

Minigun - Level 2

The Heavy's minigun is both his main weapon of choice, and also his favourite thing in the world. Called "Sasha", the minigun is the closest thing The Heavy has to true love. And to quote the infamous Russian man himself;
"She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute.
It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon...
for twelve seconds."
Level 2: Increased damage-output from weapon.

Killing Gloves of Boxing

High-quality, red boxing gloves that deals more damage than Heavy's normal fist-attacks, but which takes a little longer to swing with. Landing a killing blow on an opponent, however, gives Heavy extra damage against the recivever of his next attacks.

Stat.

Level 4

(P)Damage 8
(P)Defense 7
(M)(E)Damage 3
(M)(E)Defense 3
Dexterity 4
0%
XP ////////// ////////// ////////// ////////// (18/40)

Squad: Charlie

General Abilities

Level 1 Sandwich
While also serving as a healthy snack for The Heavy and possible allies, the mysterious Sandwich has the power to heal significant damage and injuries just by being digested.

Showdown
With a flick of the wrist, the Heavy mimics a quick-draw Pistol Showdown and shouts before blowing out the imaginary smoke from the "barrel". This will kill any lesser foe he comes upon, or do considerable damage to stronger enemies.

Visual presentation

Special Abilities

None

Items

Balistic Armour

Strengths

Strength, muscles, endurance, a surprising tolerance to bullets; those are just a few of the 'surprising' strenghts of Heavy Weapons Guy. A complete disregard for personal safety and injury also helps, meaning he's ready and able to jump into the fray without second thought. And come on, let's not fool ourselves and think we wouldn't be frightened of such a hulking figure gunning you down with a massive gun.

Weaknesses

What The Heavy has in brute force, he sadly lacks in his mental capabilities. He's stubbornly dedicated to his straight-forward approach of shooting and fist-figthting, and is therefore prone getting himself stuck in situations he can't win alone.

Another weakness of the Russian mammoth is his lack of speed. What, you seriously think he's had time for leg-day with all the killing and eating? It's therefor easy for him to lag behind the others.

Achievements

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Bentley

Character Name: Bentley
Title: The Brains
Kingdom: Federation of Sucker Punch Productions & Sanzaru Games

Visual Description:

Written Description:
Bentley is a human-sized turtle of green colour, wearing large glasses, a pith hat and a bulletproof vest alongside knee- and elbow-protectors. He used to stand 4 feet tall, not the most impressive sight in the world, but after the tragic events of Clock-la's defeat and his crippled legs, he now moves around in a heavily modified wheelchair. Overall he is not recognized for his physical feats, which thankfully never was his strong suit anyway.

Personality:
Before Bentley was only the shy, introvert and frightened turtle that only made the plans, never putting them into action. Since those days however, Bentley has become more of an hand-on person daring to do his part in a mission. He's still scared, of course, and likely to question the merit of going all-in, though his confidence has been boosted seriously since his first schemes. He's very intelligent and quick-thinking, even throwing in dry humour sometimes.

Game:
Sly Cooper series

Current Story:
After the dissapperance of Sly, Bentley vowed never to stop looking for his best friend. So far however, the trail has been cold as it was from the very start, even for The Brain. Clues lead nowhere, reported sightings of him were proven wrong, even Carmelita's search was in vain. That was when the Letter arrived. Bentley, as always, had been hard at work in the gang's HQ, when a knock came from the window. Bentley's heart was beating like splitting atoms at the thought of it being Sly, but it was…someone else. Another turtle, flying on a tiny cloud, delivered a letter before flying away.

Bentley, hoping it was from Sly, couldn't wait for Murray or the rest of the gang before he ripped the seal open - safely with a pen knife, of course - and read it. It said nothing about Sly, but spoke of the Mugen Virus, threatening to destroy not only the universe, but several of them. Time travel was by now an established reality for Bentley, but pararal universes? It couldn't be ruled out, not mathematically. Perhaps this was a way, The Way to get Sly back? Bentley wasted no time finding his old equipment and putting it on, before writing a quick note for the others to read. It would have to be explaination enough, there was no time to lose! Wearing his pith hat, bulletproof vest, thick glasses and sitting comfortably in his wheelchair, he pressed the big 'Yes' on the button

Weapon(s)

Bomb (Regular) - Bentley's speciality in combat is his self-made bombs. Small and handy, they are also deadly, even for their size. This ones have to be placed by hand, and have a timer.

Wheelchair batons - When activated, two batons are extended from the wheel-base of his wheelchair. Bentley's can use these to whack an enemy by spinning his wheelchair around itself quickly, doing moderate damage.

Stat.

Level One

(P)Damage 1

(P)Defense 2

(M)(E)Damage 2

(M)(E)Defense 4

Dexterity 1

XP ////////// (0/10)

Squad: Alpha

General Abilities

Robot arms - These robotic arms are attached to Bentley's wheelchair, and are able to extend between two to four meters. Mostly used for the usual pick-pocketing that comes with being in a gang of thieves, they are sure to have several other uses that the turtle can think of.

Special Abilities
Slot One.

Items

Slot One.
Slot Two.
Slot Three.

Strengths

Polymath - In general Bentley is a master in several scientific degrees, as well as non-scientific fields such as opera and art. As long as he can use his brain, he can probably do it.

Master planner - Bentley sees the importance of every little detail in a plan. He personally planned most, if not all of the gang's operations since their first plot to steal cookies, to robbing Sly's family vault and not to mention going back in time. He has an extraordinary ability to figure out what plans are crucial to a plan, and what can be left out.

Tech-wiz - Bentley loves technology, and the same could be say vice versa. His wheelchair is rolling proof of that, with gizmos and gadgets in plenty to spare. Give Bentley a computer, and he'll give you everything you need to know before you can say "These codes are nothing before my righteous analytical ability!"

Analytichical - Plans don't always go according to plan, and that possibility requires a sharp mind and quick thinking to get the plan back on track. This too Bentely has, alongside a keen eye to analyzing threats, enemies, risks, etc. on the spot.

Weaknesses

Bound to wheelchair - For all of Bentely's mental capabilities, he's still a turtle stuck to a wheelchair. He hasn't been able to walk for years, let alone run and do anything of that kind. He's as mobile and agile as his wheelchair allows him, which can depend entirely on the mission.

Low self-esteem - Feeling good enough has been Bentley's greatest burden all his life. Compared to Sly he's not stealthy nor agile, and compared to Murray he's weak and a coward. Even for his growth in character the past years, he's still got a long way before he can feel adequate enough around others 'better' than him.

Bad eye-sight - He's a turtle with glasses. Really thick glasses. Is there much else to say?

Achievements

Player Achivements

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

The Heavy

The Heavy

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Character Name: Misha - "Heavy Weapons Guy"

Title: The Heavy

Kingdom: Valve

Visual Description:



Written Description:

He's been mistaken for a train, a bear, a professional heavy-weight boxer and so much more that could be partly true. The giant of a Russian juggernaut stands at a staggering 193 cm height, 6ft 4 inches, and is almost as wide as he's intimidating. Every aspect of The Heavy oozes two things; muscles and fat, a fine combination if you like shooting massive guns and punching people. With a bald head, stubs of facial hair and a distinct yaw, he looks as far from weak as possible.

As for his attire, The Heavy can nine out of ten times be seen wearing a red shirt underneath his black vest, donning a massive bandelier with equally massive bullets. His black combat boots and fingerless gloves gives the impression that The Heavy is always ready for a fight.

Personality:

In truth, there isn't much more to elaborate than already pointed out by his appearance. The Heavy like fighting, shooting, a good beating and sandwiches. If you're his enemy or stands in his way, be prepared to be mowed down by automatic gun-fire, stomped on and taunted by the massive frame of a walking tank, all before he sits down and eats a well deserved lunch over your sorry remains. Rinse and repeat, with little more thought put into it.

One exception to this rule of thumb is that he's incredibly loyal to those he sees as his allies, whether he likes them or not. He's been known to actually use himself as a human shield so to guard others from injury, be it they're pushing a massive explosive device down a railroad-track or it be his best friend in the world; The Medic.

Game: Team Fortress 2

Current Story: The question not what The Heavy has done the past time, but rather who he's killed. Doing what he ultimately does best, he's spent the past time running around around various enclosed locations around the globe, fighting other mercenaries to feed his family back in the USSR.

Weapon(s):

Minigun

The Heavy's minigun is both his main weapon of choice, and also his favourite thing in the world. Called "Sasha", the minigun is the closest thing The Heavy has to true love. And to quote the infamous Russian man himself;
"She weighs one hundred fifty kilograms and fires two hundred dollar, custom-tooled cartridges at ten thousand rounds per minute.
It costs four hundred thousand dollars to fire this weapon...
for twelve seconds."

Stat.

Level 1

(P)Damage 3
(P)Defense 3
(M)(E)Damage 1
(M)(E)Defense 2
Dexterity 1
0%
XP ////////// (0/10)

Squad: Alpha

General Abilities

Level 1 Sandwich
While also serving as a healthy snack for The Heavy and possible allies, the mysterious Sandwich has the power to heal significant damage and injuries just by being digested.

Special Abilities

None

Items

None

Strengths

Strength, muscles, endurance, a surprising tolerance to bullets; those are just a few of the 'surprising' strenghts of Heavy Weapons Guy. A complete disregard for personal safety and injury also helps, meaning he's ready and able to jump into the fray without second thought. And come on, let's not fool ourselves and think we wouldn't be frightened of such a hulking figure gunning you down with a massive gun.

Weaknesses

What The Heavy has in brute force, he sadly lacks in his mental capabilities. He's stubbornly dedicated to his straight-forward approach of shooting and fist-figthting, and is therefore prone getting himself stuck in situations he can't win alone.

Another weakness of the Russian mammoth is his lack of speed. What, you seriously think he's had time for leg-day with all the killing and eating? It's therefor easy for him to lag behind the others.

Achievements

None

Old One Rising (A Lovecraftian adventure-horror RP) (Reboot)

@SigurdYou seriously think I haven't considered it? I want to, but they cost so much these days...

But seriously, I don't really know what to do :/

Friend or Foe?

"...Yes Kan, we do think so." Thaliar said in a lowered tone towards Kan Ironhead. The elf wasn't sure if Kan hadn't really payed attention to what Thaliar had just suggested about the thief and Raven, or if Kan was as slow as Thaliar always suspected him for being. But Kan pulled his weight in the Wood Guards, more than enough really, and so the Elf let it slip.

The prisoner woke up, just like Thaliar had planned. From the looks of it he had been a heavy sleeper, even dreamt of some girl named Rachelle. That was how the magic worked, which was good. Thaliar crouched down in front of him, his face empty of emotions like a statue. "Not much, really. We only want information, and they we'll let you go. And if not..." Thaliar stopped mid-sentence, turning around and looking at both Kan and Kamri, before returning his attention back to their reluctant guest. "Let's just say you don't want to make those two angry."

"Now, tell me what you know about the Raven."

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It came as no surprise to Ragnar that Lord Octa's men were using prisoners as 'motivation' for his subjects assistance. He didn't need eyes to understand the horror that befell those not bowing for his demands, the sounds were all loud and clear. What he didn't immediately understand what water one of the soldiers were talking about. Solvard, who had returned to cleaning mugs and tankards, could see the confusion in his blind friend's face, and promptly leaned forward to whisper; -She's got a silver tray. We can see faces in it, must me magic."

Magic...so the woman was an elf. And those prisoners were enemies of Lord Octa? Rebels then. Ragnar had long hoped that their little town could perhaps, by some miracle from the Gods Themselves, escape the fate he had witnessed in his visions, though it didn't look like the Gods looked favourable at them.

Then perhaps it was time for the Ragnar the Blind to do his part?

The blind man got off his chair from the counter, took his large staff and began to make his way to the door. The rest of the town's folk knew who Ragnar was, and thoughtlessly gave him space to move through the crowd unhindered, even if he wasn't so smart as to leave after such a spectacle. Lord Octa's men on the other hand must have been wondering why the man was leaving so soon, though with no clear rush in his walk.

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Alexander Polawski

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Location: Also Closer To A Meeting

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Yeah this absolutely felt like they were heading into combat, just like the ol' times; talk about the what-to-do's and what-not-to-do's, sentimentally thanking each other for this and that, even the prospect of a reward or gift if one of the new guys actually pulled through alive. Now if they had actually been siting in a Huey blasting some good music over the speakers, Alexander would have questioned if he was back to his 20's.

"First I get warm coffee, then I get a ride on a tank and now a full meal? If I didn't know better, I'd say that you've grown fond of Ol' Gramps." Alexander chuckled as well, though he did geniuenly appreciate Lola's offer. Not that he thought he'd actually be allowed to join their little crew, but it made for a good laugh at least. Alexander still rubbed his head, the pain still pulsating hard for every heartbeat, though it was getting better. It helped that Lola wasn't driving the tank like they had the NVA right up their arses.

Seen as Thalia hadn't spoken to him again or told him what to do, Alexander resumed his quiet position in his seat. This was Thalia's personal stake they were talking about, and he wasn't going to go against the orders of who he, for the moment, saw as his superior. At least not until he possibly needed to get her the hell out of dodge.

Hunt for the Wild Dakota (ONL & LovelyAnastasia)

If there was two things Julian knew about the Indians, Lakota or Dakota or whatever you'd call them, it was that they were 'primitive' and rather blunt about their intentions. Now Julian hadn't met many Indians in his life, save from Wasula standing in front of him, but he had met a few, and a tenfold more stories about them from other experienced men; they lived humbly in their tents out on the praire, isolated from there rest of civilization with only the buffalo hides keeping the cold winds away. No contact with the outside world except from the few who went out to trade, like the Indian siblings.

Julian could perhaps see the comfort of such a simple life, but in truth he felt it was too simple, too repetitive and boring. He and his family lived in a decently warm house when the winter winds blew across South's Valley, had a good kitchen for his mama to cook and good beds for all to sleep in. The town had shops, people, friends and new stories from the outside world! More excitement than simply spending your whole life following the buffalo. That was partly why he didn't really understand the woman in front of him.

Especially once she continued to speak. Julian's mouth couldn't decide whether to rest open or stay shut as Wasula pretty much summed up what he had planned to do, even getting unpleasently close to the motivation behind his little scheme. And though he hadn't initally thought on gaining the assistance of the Indian herself, he wasn't about to argue with the stubborn woman accepting his request for help. Stubborn, and strangely intellectual in her logic, like a city gal.

Julian smiled half surprised, half proud of himself as she gave him what he guessed was the closest thing he'd get to a compliment from the redskin, nodding his head in agreement as she finall said those last three words; 'I will help'. And here Julian had thought he actually had to force her, not that he'd know how to. "Good...great, I'm happy we could...come to an agreement, Wasula?" Julian's voice was showing less signs of the earlier embarresment, while his composure showed a growing sense of determination. Even if he...they had just started on his little quest, this part always felt like the hardest to get through. Now they had a start.

"My name's Julian, by the way. Julian Kirkland. In case you want to call me something else than 'young man'. I am 26 after all. Come on." Julian had started to walk for the door and leave, when he realized she might not have followed him outside at all. It was after all he who had stopped her from leaving just a few moments earlier, and he hadn't exactly been very detailed in what he was...they were going to do. And so the white man stopped in his tracks, turning around and looking at the Indian behind him. And again he couldn't help but take in her looks, admiring her for a moment before she follow. She was an odd woman indeed.

"I don't know about you, but I'd like to leave South's Valley as soon as possible. Those who took the horses are probably far away already, but I don't want to trail to get any colder, as you can probably understand. Is there anything you need to take with you, Wasula? I can get it if it's something you need from the shops."

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy SoldierYay! Looking forward to joining!

🦄 Deeper Than The Sands - Merged With T.S.

Haakon J. Elvsgaard

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Location:The street of Cairo, headed for the Barracks --> Qasr El Nil Barracks

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More suitors? If there was one thing Haakon didn't need more of in their little 'Fellowship', as the Lord Major now called them, it was men trying to gain Lady Munn's hand in competition amongst each other. Two were already more than enough considering what Haakon thought of at least one of said suitors. The whole situation that they were in demanded determined action and thoughtful thinking, not beating hearts and overly-filled vases of flowers. It made Haakon sigh audibly, though the Corporal's continuous speaking didn't help either.

Thankfully they made it back to the barracks, more than Haakon could have asked for when he thought he was going to sleep in a dark prison cell. But the protective walls and armed soldiers couldn't keep them safe from the Corporal's infernal shrieking, causing Haakon to close his eyes and tense up his head in pain, be it physical or mental. But the suggestion for some 'freshing up' in their quarters as a welcoming change, even if they'd have to inform the Lord Major of their endevours for that day. But not before another of his King's men talked to them again.

Haakon's increasingly tired eyes looked over at the legal officer, his eyes falling on the pack of cigarettes he offered them. Now Haakon didn't smoke, not anymore. It was a luxury he seldom could afford those days. But a free one? Haakon extended his hand and accepted a cigarette before answering the very kind man. "Anything besides the whole 'Don't leave town' part? Not much. Josephine?" Haakon thought that it was very little the British could do, seen as they hadn't actully been beaten or the like. His lack of words were also due to him coughing. He really didn't smoke cigarettes, but it was a comfort he needed now.

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Mahendra Huq Zalil

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Location:The Egyptian Museum

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Mahendra's heart was beating faster at the realization that he was getting ever closer to employment, but the Bengali did his best to compose himself as he pulled out his wallet. "My name is Mahendra Huq Zazil. British India, West Bengali to be presice, Sir. " Mahendra's accent was just as thick as one might except of the desk-man introducing himself as Akhmed, the R's mistakable for L's and the intonation different from the normal English his clothes hinted an origin to.

"I studied geology and recieved a degree and qualifications as a geologist at the Universty of Oxford; it says that here." Mahendra had pulled out a small number of folded papers and handed them to Akhmed, who would read his certificats as a qualified geologist and such. I've taken part in a few archeological digs; In Britain I assisted in the survey of old Norman fortifications in Eastern England, and in India I helped to discover a small temple from the 13th century, nothing much. But I have also worked at a motor roads, surveying the geological composition and...that's mostly that, actually. But I do have the adress to my professor in Oxford, although I don't know if he is available now."

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Holy SoldierGreat, thanks a lot! I'd like to reserve a large (very, very large), Russian man with big hands and a smaller brain.

Yes, The Heavy from Team Fortress 2. Would that be okay?