That'll probably cost quite a bit.
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The Skeleton King
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BECAUSE I AM SWITCHING ACCOUNTS TO POKE, THIS ACCOUNT WILL NOW SERVE AS A MEMORIAL TO THE ONLY KING THAT MATTERS.
Ostarion, the Skeleton King "Bone is strongest where it's mended."
The victim of a longevity spell that backfired, the Skeleton King Ostarion has built an empire from the bones of his enemies. He lives only to extend his reach, for as long as he is perpetually building and adding to his domain he cannot die. The walls of his palace are formed of fired bone; the streets are paved with bones of every sort of creature and every enemy; and even the wood and other natural features of his land have been swept away and replaced with replicas formed of bone. From the Ivory Forest to Ostarion's towering Throne of Bone, nothing happens in the Empire of Bones without the full knowledge of its Skeleton King.
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"Tournamment? I have a few things that I'd like to use for that..." Vernon said, yet he was nowhere to be seen. Had he moved again while nobody was watching?
"And if any of you feel up to it..." One of the cabinet doors in the kitchen swung open. Surely enough, Vernon was inside of it. Much like what took place several moments ago, Vernon crawled out of his hiding space before continuing to speak.
"You can test a weapon that I've been developing." He smiled a devious smile, and steepled his hands as he spoke. Whatever this 'weapon' was would probably bring about some sort of issue which Vernon would have intended for.
It was at that moment that Vernon noticed that Sume-san was out cold. It was quite obvious that it was the T0@ST3R's doing. Vernon was slightly relieved at the fact that there were side-effects to eating at least one of the slices of toast, whereas the rest were oddly safe.
"Found the tainted one." He said, pointing toward Sume-san's unconscious body.
Something something GMT+1.
Vernon
Amidst a flying/exploding table, a fire which was quickly doused the old fashioned way whilst there were several shouts and screams, Vernon put on his ski goggles. It'd protect his eyes from all the crap that was flying around, like the wood debris from the table that was now in pieces. On the bright side, his invention had proven to be an unqualified success, and didn't follow with an explosion so far. At the same time, Vernon had been quite disappointed with the results; there didn't appear to be any adverse effects to eating the toast from the machine, something which he would have gotten some sort of kick out of. Without a table for it to rest on, the machine dropped to the ground. Vernon considered picking it up, but that would interrupt the situation at hand. At least one of the many pieces of toast it made had to be tainted somehow, and it was only a matter of time before someone found it.
Ignoring his creation for the time being, Vernon turned to the first and only test subject taste tester of the T0@ST3R's unrivalled buttered toast; Akatsuke.
"How was the toast?" Vernon asked with a smile which attempted obscure his disappointment.
"No nausea? Internal bleeding? Not even an existential crisis?""There's no need for that." A voice said in reply to the idea of getting a rice cooker. "Not while I'm around, at least." The voice added.
"In fact, there's something which I'd really like you friends to try out for me." The voice spoke once again. Whoever it was had put emphasis on the word 'friends' as though they were trying to feign sincerity; it wasn't very convincing.
From under the table crawled out Vernon Thorton Winslow, tinkerer extraordinaire and untrustworthy fiend around other human beings. As always, he was dressed as if he was going outside in the snow, yet for some reason he never seemed to overheat from it. Just why was he under the table anyway? And what had he seen under there? He presented this new invention of his before the others would ask either of those questions. Still on the ground, he dug into his pocket and pulled out some sort of chrome coloured cube with a single, blue button on one of its sides. Vernon stood up, and slammed the cube on the table.
"I'm sure you're all wondering what it does... Naturally." He pressed the blue button, and with an distinct click, the cube began to shake. Vernon took a few steps backwards, bracing himself for the almost-inevitable explosion that would follow. But it didn't.
Instead, a slot opened up in the invention, and out came a single piece of buttered toast. Vernon was surprised, although he didn't show it in order to maintain his illusion of expectancy.
"It makes toast." He announced triumphantly. "Infinitely."
"And all of you get the privilege, the opportunity, the entitlement to be the first test subjec-I mean taste testers of this revolutionary invention: The T0@ST3R! Patent pending." He stood, awaiting the response of the group.
This is going to be such a mess of conversation. I hope we don't end up scaring off Ostarion with our speed.Too late, I just fainted from all those posts. #speeddemon
You know what isn't dark, gritty or brings up ethical concerns upon its death of the heros?Velrus can help with this. He might fail, or there may be a self-destruct button on the robot's butt, but he can help with this.
"What? It's completely safe; I created it after all."
Vernon Thorton Winslow
Cliché:
Sneaky Teenage Genius with a penchant for insults and inventing...most of the time.
Age:
17
Gender:
Male
Personality:
Vernon sits upon a throne of machines and inventions of his own design...until they explode or backfire. Highly intelligent for his age with an IQ of at least 300 (He claims), Vernon is normally the brains of the group - especially so when it comes to the scientific and the mechanical. This gives him a sense of justified arrogance, something which he commonly exercises by constantly poking holes in the plans of the other members of the group. He's quite the snarker, and in an extremely blunt way.
He has a tendency to appear at inopportune moments or places to present a new invention of his design to the group. Naturally, he enjoys 'testing' his inventions on his friends, whether they're willing or not. His desire to experiment with his creations tends to bring trouble for the rest of the group and sometimes himself, although he normally manages to fix whatever he's ruined...mostly.
For some reason, he always appears to be dressed as if it were cold. There's no real explanation for that. It's probably some sort of odd quirk.
Abilities:
Disappearing/Reappearing
Not necessarily an ability. Vernon is seemingly well-versed in leaving and returning without people actually noticing. For some, it's surpising and slightly annoying. For others, it's a common occurrence and they've stopped caring for when he does it.
Inventing
Vernon has the uncanny ability to invent seemingly anything. A lie detector? He'll have it done within the hour. Teleporter? He did it last week. Of course, there's no guarantee that these inventions of his will actually work, and at times they prove to be quite counter-productive to the efforts of his friends, something which he actually takes a sadistic glee from, occasionally.
Aside from this, Vernon isn't all that special.Yeah, I'll go for it. Thanks for notifying me.
Alright. Guess I'm interested.
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