Pathfinder

Devil's Storm

Jordan had shifted through the houses as more hunters showed up. He had heard the dregs of one teams plan and did not see any point of joining it, leaving them behind to do what they willed. Instead he searched around for materials, anything that could be used in the upcoming battle. Scrap metal was numerous but besides that there was little else, burnt wood, warped glass, and bones were all that was left in the end. However his search wasn't all for naught as he found a large bundle of rebar near a house that would never become constructed. The only detriment to his find was a lone demon gnawing on the bones of a construction worker. The man himself had died fighting, the remains of several long dead demons around him attributed to that. The demon didn't realize Jordan was behind it until his shadow had dominated the area around it and by that time his fist was already around the creatures diminutive neck. There was a strangled squeak, a snap, than a gurgle as Jordan crushed the things neck.

Throwing the corpse away, Jordan payed respects to the fallen before moving onto his prize. Rebar, in his experience, was fairly useful. It was a staple of his pit falls but today he had a very different idea. With enough force they made adequate spears and if worse came to worse than they made handy clubs. With the bundle in tow, Jordan decided that his time of intentional hiding was over and instead walked out into the open. Making his way across the street, Jordan began to search for a smithy or a stable. Either one of those should have something he could use.

Forgotten Times [One Piece rp]

The song had reached its end by the time the captain arrived up deck and Nautilus hunkered down on the deck, sitting on the floor. Abigail's comment of food brought a little consternation however, in all honesty he hated eating and as far as he could tell he didn't need it much like he didn't need sleep or any other necessity of life. However being rude was the last thing he wanted to be so he "bucked up" and got to it. With a "Thank you Abigail", Nautilus fiddled with his "jaw" a bit before a tube snaked out. The tube was something between organic and synthetic, both and neither at the same time... it was kinda gross looking really. Taking the plate he smashed it all together into a mush before the tube started moving and sucking up the mashed together breakfast. The display could be described in many words but "Ugh" works quite nicely. Nautilus didn't know where the food went after he ate it because it sure didn't come out, plus he couldn't taste it either nor did he feel anything on the inside. In the end he decided to not question it, made it easier to not think about it.

The tube snapped back into place and the "jaw" locked back together before Nautilus spoke. "Are we to set sail soon?"

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

<Snipped quote by Pathfinder>
That's not how I took it.
Like I said, I thought your character was going to be limited.

@Ultimate Spidey

He is limited in what he can do. The radiation found in everyday appliances cannot activate the speed healing because they don't give enough stimulus to activate the reaction, much like how they effect normal people. He needs high amounts of radiation to kick start his system, kinda like adrenaline.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

I guess I didn't specify, I had no plans on saying "Oh, there's radiation in everything so I'm immortal medic FTW." it was only going to be concentrated radiation, nuclear and microwave, that he could absorb, utilize, and emit.

X-Men: The Grinder Chronicles

WIP, I gotta go to graduation soon so I don't have time to finish now but I would appreciate it if someone could look at the powers real quick, check for possible OP problems.

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Name: Artyom Zolner

Alias: Zeka

Age: 18

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Mostly heterosexual but is willing to experiment with the other side

Appearance:

Powers:
Greater Healing Factor: Artyom's body can heal from almost all wounds granted he has enough radiation to fuel him. His own internal supply can heal superficial wounds within minutes, deep ones in about half a day, and breaks within the week. However should he stick his head in a microwave the speed is almost doubled. If he were to stand next to an unshielded reactor he would become nigh unstoppable. This all comes at the disadvantage of being in constant pain that only grows as he becomes more irradiated.

Exchange Healing: Artyom can "steal" injuries from people, healing them but hurting him. Too much healing at once can kill him but it also gives a slight boost to his natural healing afterwards.

Radiation Conversion: If there is too much radiation in the area, Artyom can absorb it into his body and convert it into harmless heat energy for people not as durable as him. However this heat energy has the adverse effect of harming Artyom himself, usually manifesting in burns of varying degrees and the loss of skin in general.

Bio: (History of your character, little development of how and what. What encouraged your character to attend College?)

Devil's Storm

Well shit, I guess I didn't read deep enough into the OOC to grab that bit of info.

Devil's Storm

Devil's Storm

Ah, nothing like a slightly creepy stalker/killer to set a first post, am I right?

Devil's Storm

The skull fit neatly in Jordan's large hand. The demon it had once belonged to had perished in the fire that consumed the house he was standing in, leaving it a husk. Many houses had shared its fate and some held the remains of man, some of demon, some of both. It was such a waste this loss of life, such potential in the young ones all gone and the flesh of the old either burnt to oblivion or devoured by the demons. It was enough to awaken the rage inside his heart, gripping it tightly with its fiery claws. The hulking mans body showed no sign of his roiling emotions save for the clenching of his fist, the demons skull shattering under the pressure.

The demons had mostly congregated towards the tower for reasons beyond Jordan however he did suspect it had something to do with the crystal atop it, in truth he didn't much care. What did peak his interest was the fact that they were all in one place, meaning extermination would be tricky. He had already killed at least half a dozen demons between his stalking and simple traps, but at this rate it would take him a month to clear just the small ones. The big one was far more tricky, it would notice the shrinking population and make measures on finding the source. Jordan did not fear death but only fools rush towards it, these things needed planning if going on ones own.

At least, they did. Others were beginning to turn up, hunters more specifically. They were a diverse bunch meaning they were not united in anything but their interest in this gutted town. This would need to be put into consideration.

Nearly a week in the town, Jordan had become highly familiar with the town and could move unnoticed to all but the best tracker. With neither sound or sight he traveled from husk to house to husk again, staying far enough to keep his cover but close enough to watch the newcomers. A woman upon a horse rode in, a peculiar sight for him as animals were food first and transportation never. There was an air about her, much like everyone, that told Jordan enough to know that she was no enemy at the moment. Pain, sadness, determination, and a hundred other spices came together in her own unique "smell" that could be tracked for miles, it was much like a meditative incense with an undertone of fire. A stark contrast to the sickly sweet smell of rot emanating from the man on the roof.

They both would need to be watched.

Forgotten Times [One Piece rp]

So...terrible first post but as things get rolling I promise an improvement in basically everything involving my posts.