Pathfinder

Titans of Earth

Unlike some of the others, Nathan was pretty relaxed. This wouldn't be his first fight, since that would inevitably happen, and he knew that he wasn't the smartest. In the end, Nathan knew that it would either be Linn or Press who figured where the target was. Nathan was just here to put them down. Turning his neck from side to side, giving pops from each turn, Nathan began to check on the gauntlets that Sanctum had made for him. They were tough, sturdy, and packed one hell of a punch. As he inspected the gauntlets, Nathan idly scratched at his back. The new sedative pump was much better than the old one, instead of making him loopy they just calmed him down.

Nathan dug through his pack for a bit before finding what he was looking for, his mask. The mask was from before the Alaska incident, it was a miracle it survived. It was a little slagged on one side and scorch marks covered the mask, but it was still there. Turning the mask around in his hands, Nathan pulled it over his head and strapped it in place. Tossing his gaze over to Linn, Nathan said "Hey Linn, can I see those notes you got on the target? I just need to get a better idea of what were are going against." As he waited his answer, Nathan began to check the straps on his boots. There was nothing more embarrassing than tripping in a fight.

K.N.I.G.H.T.

Breakdown- Rooftops- Momo

Soon after Dave asked about the view Momo said "I wonder if I'll be able to fly up here on my own one day..." Dave thought about that for a second, those wings got her to central park so it wouldn't be outlandish to think that she couldn't. Giving a shrug, Dave said "Well I don't see why not. Those little wings of yours got you all the way to central park." As the pair flew to their destination, Dave gave a look over the city once more. He really did love this place.

It didn't take long before the pair to find their destination and land. However as soon as they landed Momo pointed out that they weren't alone. He couldn't tell who they were from vision but he couldn't miss those auras anywhere. Waving towards the other pair, Dave said "Howdy cowboy! I assume you got the same message we did."

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Welp, damaged the World Breaker at my expense. Somebody go in for the kill.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

Character Condition

Location: Dungeons
Health: Hungry. About to get a busted arm and damaged mouth
Actions: Heavy damage to World Breaker. Damage self in process.

This were getting bad, it would take awhile for the guards to make their way through the rubble but it wouldn't matter. The voice of the mind was a major drain on 9, in fact he was surprised it worked at all since he wasn't even a praetorian. To say he was proud of himself would be an understatement, however that soon was dashed by the arrival of a large warrior. The new arrival was going to be a huge problem, he proved his strength by breaking the sword of web chest and then his durability by shrugging off the magic with a laugh. The man kept moving forwards, but his armor wasn't without faults.

The pointy eared magic one had taken a small piece of armor out of the equation. Originally he couldn't have dreamed of getting through the armor, he just didn't have the talons specialized for piercing and he wasn't old enough to become a praetorian. However with the addition of a small hole, 9 had a chance to get through him. Looking down to his hands, he knew he couldn't do this with the antlered one in his arms, gently he put her down and said "I apologize antlered one, but you will need to lay here for a moment. I will be back soon." However he wasn't as sure on that as he hoped he was.

With a grunt, 9 activated the emergency adrenal glands located around his body. As the liquid strength flooded his body, 9 released a mighty roar and charged. Faster than he had ever been before he crashed into the large man and plunged his talon deep into the hole. Unfortunately it didn't go as deep as was planned, only going several inches in his chest. Taking his hammer, the man slammed it into the talon. Then again, and again until finally it broke off. The pain was immense, the stump exploded with the fires of exposed synapses. Reeling back, 9 brought his crested head down on the man repeatedly until it popped.

Now it was time for his real plan to come to fruition. Summoning up his bile, 9 threw up on the man. The acidic bile flowed down his exposed face while traveling down his armor. Wildly the man swung again, this time connecting with 9 face. Spitting out several teeth, 9 backed off. The adrenaline had wore off and he was now feeling the full force of the pain he was in. Walking back to the antlered one, 9 picked her up in his arms yet again while saying weakly "See anltered one....Back before you know it." Hopefully the others took advantage of the damage he took to weaken the man.

Where Angels Fear to Tread (Community Revived Edition)

I'm gonna try something a little risky, prepared for a damaged bug.

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Guardian is a dick. >:C

Transformers: Shattered Earth

Charter said he had Cons in reserve located at the forest. From what I could tell you didn't shell the entire forest.

K.N.I.G.H.T.

I'll post up as soon as Konica does.

Titans of Earth

Would it be safe to say that in the time skip Nathan got a better sedative thing? I doubt having a drugged out teammate would be a good thing.

The Undead Apartments.

Name: Logan

Age: 25, however his real age is probably in the 40's

Species: Hellfire Skeleton
Basically, he looks like a burnt skeleton. He can make fire flare up around himself at will.

Personality: To sum of Logan, it would have to be beach bum and a rock star rolled into one person. He is incredibly laid back, lazy, and paradoxically very determined in finding things "metal" or "brutal". While these personality traits many would find unappealing, they help liven up the place. Plus he doesn't kiss and tell, your secrets are safe with him.

HIstory: Logan came doesn't know who he is pre-death, but he assumes that he was similar to who he is now. Anyway, Logan was created by a novice necromancer who botched the ritual. While Logan was completely under his control, he wasn't another mindless minion. Most of his "life" was spent under the necromancer, hiding bodies, lighting stuff on fire, the occasional murder. That was cut to an end when some heros finally tracked the necromancer down and killed him, freeing Logan from his control and somehow staying alive. Relatively.

After that, Logan traveled around. Saw some sights, learned some stuff, punched a terrorist, you know...normal stuff. During his travels around the world Logan learned the majesty of the guitar and has been in love ever since. When the apartment first opened Logan was one of the first tenants and the unofficial host that shows the people around. Which mostly entails pointing them to some nice landmarks.

Pets: N/A

Room number: 3T

Room Description: Posters of rock bands cover the walls, a shirt or two is always on the floor, and several guitars are on their holders next to an amp.

Years in the Apartments: 5

Any other stuff:
Logan is a wizard on the guitar, how he plays it with his bony fingers is a secret he doesn't tell.

As a magically enhanced skeleton he is not a brittle sack of bones, nor is he weak as shit. He could lift a grown man with one hand without any trouble.

"Smokes" cigarettes and cigars. It works very much the same as his guitar playing skills, as in nobody knows how he does it but him.