Penultimate_Pi

Green Life

Name: Dr. Mitch "Joe" Johannes

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Average-built 5'10" white male. Semi-short dark brown hair with sideburns and forward-spiked bangs. Has blue eyes and a somewhat thin face. Always has a tiny bit of stubble around his chin that he just can't quite shave off properly. Typically seen with a neutral near-frown on his face. Wears a half-buttoned labcoat over a black button shirt, red tie, and brown slacks. He's near-sighted, but has fair enough vision; he has rectangular glasses in his coat pocket, but only uses them if he has to.

Weapons:
Managed to make a sort of lighting railgun, with a spare Tesla Coil and a jury-rigged miniature particle accelerator. Powered by a lithium-ion battery; pretty good longevity, but good luck finding a spare one of those. It's like turning a taser into a rifle: it's really powerful, especially against living things. Unfortunately, it lacks punch and is not very strong against materials - anything more than a combat vest can shrug off the electric shots.
(Is probably going to steal a gun at some point.)

Known Skills:
- PhD's in Physics and Natural Science
- Mild ambidexterity
- Not half bad at darts
- A creative linguist (with equally creative cuss words)
- For some reason, his thermoregulation is such that he never feels particularly hot or cold in otherwise normal environments.
- Managing to create the weapon above, obviously

Green Life - A Wacky Nonsensical Creation

It's stupid enough to work. And so am I.
I'll see if I can't get something together in a timely-ish manner.
EDIT: Like this:

Name: Dr. Mitch "Joe" Johannes

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Average-built 5'10" white male. Semi-short dark brown hair with sideburns and forward-spiked bangs. Has blue eyes and a somewhat thin face. Always has a tiny bit of stubble around his chin that he just can't quite shave off properly. Typically seen with a neutral near-frown on his face. Wears a half-buttoned labcoat over a black button shirt, red tie, and brown slacks. He's near-sighted, but has fair enough vision; he has rectangular glasses in his coat pocket, but only uses them if he has to.

Weapons:
Managed to make a sort of lighting railgun, with a spare Tesla Coil and a jury-rigged miniature particle accelerator. Powered by a lithium-ion battery; pretty good longevity, but good luck finding a spare one of those. It's like turning a taser into a rifle: it's really powerful, especially against living things. Unfortunately, it lacks punch and is not very strong against materials - anything more than a combat vest can shrug off the electric shots.
(Is probably going to steal a gun at some point.)

Known Skills:
- PhD's in Physics and Natural Science
- Mild ambidexterity
- Not half bad at darts
- A creative linguist (with equally creative cuss words)
- For some reason, his thermoregulation is such that he never feels particularly hot or cold in otherwise normal environments.
- Managing to create the weapon above, obviously

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

Maybe I'm being a bit meta with my post here, but I figure that Griswal would do well to at least keep himself updated on current events enough to consider things like this.

Fire Emblem: A Blinding Light

These men were clearly lowliest among even Jehannan mercenaries, belonging to one of the lower caste Guilds. If he recalled correctly, it was the Spike Guild, led by the boastful sword-fighter, Morag. Even his body type alone measured up that his bite wasn't quite up to par with his bark. With this small mass of combatants escorting the Fire Emblem, there was no question as to whether they could break through Morag. Indeed, if the group picked their paths carefully, they could find themselves simply having to plow their way through the lesser guilds, in wherever across the world they were going.

The only question, then, was how long it would take until Sion put the chase on them. Not very long, with the rate he was advancing. At best, this motley crew of escorts would start having Jehannan guilds and search parties in hot pursuit for them by next morning. And then, where would the last of Grado go? Sion has easily taken the keep, so it was doubtful they would have any more luck even in a place like Renvall. So, too, it seemed like no other country previously aligned with Grado has reason to harbor them... even Renais, in spite of Marwood's wishes.

Griswal had a fair measure of time to mull this over in his head as Alvin spouted out his plan and charged forward once more. The Grado Knight would stomp after the Wyvern Rider, but Griswal knew he stood little chance of properly keeping up with the prince. He might've even thought to stop and ask Aldo of his intentions of the caravan once they fled the capitol, but this was not the time nor place for more than a moment's discussion.

So Griswal simply thought it out for himself. With Grado teeming with Jehannan invaders, Frelia nearly in civil war over what side to take, Renais unwilling and unable to help, and Carcino practically running off of Jehanna, that only left Rausten unconcerned. There were some rising rumors that the young new emperor, Edan, had intentions to put a stop to the sudden war, but there was a lacking of certainty. What was certain was that one of Rausten's most acclaimed scholars published the idea that the Fire Emblem must be destroyed, for one reason or another.

It was either Frelia or Rausten. Both very shaky, and without guarantee that even their swaying the local lord to their side would prove to be enough. Such was the trials of survival in a war where you were the enemy.

Sci-fi crossover

That was meant for @theoncomingstorm, yes. If still he's still around after the past week.

Sci-fi crossover

Provided we still have interest rolling around.

Either way, go ahead and put up an OOC. From personal experience, it's still quite likely some other folks might notice it while it's still fresh and accepting.

BattleCorp™: Combatant Creator

I just made this guy off of a techno ninja concept, so his archetype may not exactly fit in so well.

Name: Phantom
Gender: Male
Skills:
Stealth [50 en. per turn] - Phantom activates a cloaking device to render him as a mere shimmer in the air. Besides being nearly out of sight, Phantom is 50% less likely to be hit by any damaging move. If Phantom attacks, is successfully damaged, runs out of energy, or simply wills it off, the effects of this skill expire.
Traits: N/A
Stats: 15/5/2
Level: 1
EXP: 0/50
Weapon of Choice: Ninja Blade
Last modification: N/A

MORTAL KOMBAT

I just can't pull off very many precision moves to create combos while under pressure. It all comes with practice, I'm certain, but I don't play it enough to warrant excessive practice, really.

MORTAL KOMBAT

Personally, I prefer that we have been given the ability to create our own characters for this RP. I think most people find it easier to interpret and play their own creations, even at the expense of some more official characters. So kudos to Zeus and props to you all!

MORTAL KOMBAT

Name: Falchion

Homeworld: Outworld, formerly Earthrealm

Appearance:


Fighting Style:
Falchion fights with strong, rapid attacks, pelting his opponent with relentless offense to overwhelm them. When fighting barehanded, he swings with sharp, reaching blows to strike the head and chest. His actual weapon of choice is his Greatsword, which he can swing with one or both hands for varying degrees of power. Falchion can supplant his various attacks with swings of his axe, and even throw the axe at opponents as a ranged option. His primary power comes from his literally burning strength, able to enchant his attacks with an aura of flame.

Special Abilities:

• Blazefire - Falchion can temporarily bolster his fists or weapons with his flame power for extra damage.
• Great Swing - Falchion rears back with his greatsword before swinging a devastating upward slash with significant reach.
• Dissenter's Smite - Falchion grabs his opponent by the shoulder and impales them with the Greatsword, lifting them off the ground before shoving them off.
• Vengeant Hawk - Falchion throws his axe like a tomahawk to strike his opponent. It reappears at his side seconds later.
• Hatred Burns - Falchion focuses his energies to explode with fire for a moment, throwing off enemy attacks and setting the opponent alight if they're close enough.

Fatality: Flames of Wrath
Falchion slices open his opponent's lower torso with the Greatsword before impaling them with it. He grabs them by the neck and utters an infernal chant, channeling fire unto his opponent to set them ablaze. Finally, with a war cry, he pulls the Greatsword down to rip his foe in two, throwing down the top half atop the crumpled legs to watch the whole corpse burn down to the bone.

Personality:
Ever since he has become aware of his rebirth (see below), Falchion has become a rather stern and vengeful warrior. Aware of the suffering he endured in past and current life alike, he has become devoted to the cause of winning the Mortal Kombat tournament to put his soul at ease. Truly, Falchion simply wants redemption for his previous death, and wishes that no man would have to suffer like he has. He takes his mission seriously and above all else, but still has room for human pathos and would help a trusted ally in need. But against anyone he knows is endeavored to an evil cause, Falchion is determined to dispense fiery vengeance.

Backstory:
Falchion was born into Outworld as a poor human, a slave to Shao Kahn as one of the people under his rule. From a young age he truly wished to be rebellious, desperate to throw off the chains of the emperor's rule, but he could get no chance to fight, nor would he last long given such a chance. Hoping to reach an end to justify the means, Falchion endeavored to personally serve under the Emperor in hopes he would gain the power to challenge him.

The path to recognition was long and cruel, but Falchion would not give up hope; even in his darkest hours, he was driven by some unseen urge, something he could not fully comprehend. He followed its message and continued on, eventually being given a position as an agent underneath Shang Tsung. By this time, Falchion had mastered most of his martial skill and began to develop his flame powers. Before he could rise in the ranks, however, Shang Tsung would attempt to personally execute Falchion and claim his soul.

Shang had detected a powerful essence within him that he did not wish to risk becoming stronger, and so decided to kill him before he got the chance. During the confrontation, however, Falchion caught a glimpse into his own soul, and saw the truth: he was a reincarnation of a powerful Earthrealm monk that lost his life to Goro in the Eighth Mortal Kombat tournament. With this knowledge at heart, Falchion erupted in blazing rage and fought his way free, desperate to desert Outworld before Shang Tsung could claim his life again.

Against many odds, Falchion found a portal to Earthrealm and began to seek out the Shaolin Monks in hopes of rejoining their forces to protect Earthrealm. It was a difficult case, as in the wake of Outworld's invasion, much of the world was drained of their spirit and held much deep-seated spite for Outworld. It truly seemed as if Falchion was unwelcome until he was approached by the God of Thunder, Raiden. He had been the one to witness Falchion's previous life firsthand, and saw his resurrection as a chance for the monk to regain the victory he could not earn in his past life.

Motivation: Win the Mortal Kombat Tournament to protect Earthrealm from Shao Kahn's wrath, and to gain revenge on Shang Tsung.