Pathfinder

Circus of Freaks

Sure, should a make a general outline for Manny or will his existence be good.

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

KA-BOOM

Bits of brain, skull, and torso coat the wall as Lug uses his last big shoota round, the bullet exploding inside the body when it entered. With a grunt Lug threw the now useless hunk of metal like a javelin and stuck it into another thing. Unlike the other one, this one didn't die. Instead the pointy end of the big shoota lodged itself deeply into the things chest and it kept moving like nothing happened. Grumbling, Lug kicked the bastard away before moving out and away. Leaving behind a mess of exploded torsos, mutilated limbs, and a lot of bullet casings.

Running through the streets, Lug made his way to his work shop while punting and whacking any weirdos that came up to him. One of them even bounced on a wall, exploding in the process. That gave him a laugh. However he soon saw a sight that gave him pause, a large group of them were charging towards some poor sod. Tore the bastard to pieces, gruesome. Realizing that, for now at least, being on the ground was a death trap. Lumbering up one of the fire escapes, Lug was surprised to see two...Females? on the roof. It was hard to tell with these rendered races. But that would wait as the wyrdies started to shamble up the fire escape as well.

Taking his trusty Mek Wrench in hand, Lug brought it down on the supports. With a strong kick the escape collapsed on its own weight as it crushed the wyrdies on its way down. With time to spare, Lug pulled out a worn cigar case and used his ark tool to light it. Taking in a deep drag Lug turned to his new acquaintances Lug said, "Oi, names Lug. You lot don't know how all dis started do ya?"

Circus of Freaks

Hope nobody minds that I made an NPC.

Circus of Freaks

With the clowns act out of the way, Virgil ground what was left of his cigar under his heel before grabbing his kit. A pallet of weight lifting gear around five thousand pounds in total weight. Pulling on the rope he dragged the gear to center ring, getting the usual gasps and "wow's" for his looks. With all his stuff in the ring, Virgil said, "I ain't one for talkin, more for action really. So why don't I just show you what I'm all about?"

Throwing the tarp off his pallet Virgil took the very first thing off the top, the rebar. Lifting the bundle was easy, only about fifty pounds, taking both ends in his hands Virgil bent inward and in the process made the bundle into a circle. Than into a pretzel, than in half. In the end the bundle was a solid ball of metal. After that the crowed roared in applause and continued to do so as he showed off his strength. Lifting a small car over his head, turning a log into splinters with a punch, and winning a game of tug of war with a truck. Poor thing had its axles ripped out for its trouble, that would cut into his paycheck but the cheers and indignant cry of a redneck made it worth it.

With his act over with Virgil simply pushed the broken truck off the stage and the small car back on the pallet before dragging it off the kit off the ring. Sitting in his stool, Virgil made his way to the kitchen to help with dinner. It was his day anyway. As he entered the room the smell of food swamped into his nose as Manny was hard at work cooking his side of the meal, the one for the people not inclined for his Cajun spice. Seeing as Manny had even started on the broth for the Jambalaya Virgil couldn't help but crack a smile, who could ask for a better sous-chef?

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

How do the Elvhan reproduce if they kill their males soon after birth? Mitosis?

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

I say we just have everyone start on Tayn, it would keep the group grounded and the dynamic of day and night is interesting for the survival aspects.

Sci-Fi Futuristic Galaxy Zombie Breakout

Name: Lug

Age: 37

Starting Weapon and/or Abilities:
-Shoota: A large slug throwing weapon. The shoota is your basic Ork pistol meant for killing and crippling. Unaccurate but slugs are powerful enough to explode limbs from body.
-Mek Wrench: A weaponized wrench handy for both mechanic work and murder. Sturdy and built to last the test of time.
-Mek Brain: As a mek boy, Lug instictivly knows how machines work and as such is a great mechanic. At least, when it comes to engines, cars, and mechs. Other forms of engineering are above him.

Pros:
-Big: Lug is 9 feet tall, this gives him a massive advantage over basically everything in melee combat in terms of damage and reach.
-Fighter: Its a staple of Ork-kind to be able to fight, tenaciously.
-Jurry Rig: Lug is adept at making quick fixes to just about any vehicle or weapon on hand, just be prepared for him to make it "orky".
-Takes a lickin: Ork anatomy is a resiliant one, making Lug a tough character.

Cons:
-Big: Being 9 feet tall makes Lug a big target for any bandits that would be around.
-Loud: Orks are loud, its something that can't be helped.
-Mean: Orks aren't a friendly lot. Its something that again, can't be helped.

Back Story: Lug has been from one planet to another throughout his entire life. Fixing things, killing things, drinking a lot, wash, rinse, repeat. Its a simple life but that doesn't matter to Lug. However with this zombie business going around Lug has decided to stop doing what he was and start doing something good for a change. Fixing up as many ships as he can before he needs to stick it out on his own.

Ork

Orks have an anatomy unique to the galaxy. They seem to be part fungus with chlorophyll found laced into their skin and spores released continuously released throughout their lives, but have a single large release at death. This gives them a large advantage during prolonged conflicts as they would only need sun, water, and a little meat. Along with their plant like nature they also have an incredibly large pain tolerance, able to ignore small arms fire.

Demons Within(Reboot)

Still taking?

Warhammer 40,000; Vigil

Fear not my companions, I have a thing in the works. It's a big post, establishing badass battles and discovering an artifact of unknown origin while delivering it to a certain Rune Lord will probably take me until tomorrow afternoon. I have my own RP that I've been waiting to start that I need to facilitate so yeah.

|Heroes Among Us|

Suzy let out a giggle as the "butterflies" floated around them, marveling at the colors the fragile creatures made. Barely paying attention to the exposition Cassandra gave as more and more butterflies surrounded the pair, enclosing them in a world of color and gentle wing beats. It was so much that Suzy fell down and landed strait on her rear as she was left in awe of this magnificent display of beauty. For what seemed like hours she sat there, Cassandra's words but a buzz in the back of her consciousness.

However like all good things, it came to an end. The butterflies dispersed and Suzy couldn't help but feel a little disappointed as they did so, content as she was to just sit there and watch them. Soon enough, Suzy dragged herself off the ground as she dusted her pants off. Turning to Cassandra all Suzy could say after some stuttering was "...Wow."

Usually she could come up with something much better and she mentally kicked herself for not being able to, but what had just happened had scrambled her brain and put her into a different place. Feeling a burning sensation on the back of her neck, Suzy cleared her throat before saying "Thank you for that, it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen...We should probably head inside."

Turning on her heel, Suzy made her way to entrance of the mansion. Thinking to herself Suzy thought "If Cassandra can do that...what could the others do?" Excited by the thought, Suzy picked her pace up to a power walk.