Professor_Wyvern

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

The Caravan Kokiri was currently standing up and gazing upon the Twisted-Acres. Yes, he knew that here all the dangerous things would be attracted to his 'allies', and not him. Boom would need to make sure he survived. For that was one of the few things that mattered in life. Like fire. Boom was fascinated and wondered how it would be if that shantytown succumbed to it.

Boom twitched a bit with spasms that rocked through his body, primarily in his back. He held onto the purple sack which he slung over his back quite tightly with his left hand. Quickly he turned his head from side to side, as his greasy hair swung with it. With a few twitching noises, he held out his right thumb and took a few nibbling bites upon it.

After the nervous biting, he brought his free-hand to lower the goggles which hung on his forehead back down. But he decided against it, but nontheless he smirked and licked at his maw.

Gazing upon the forest he knew what he'd need to do. "Lotsa of woodses. Yesssss." He swiveled his head back as he glanced upon his sack. "We know what we must do." He paused for a moment as he scratched at his left arm. "Burns it?" Boom gave a single nod, "Yes, we shall burns it, and watches the fire."

Boom gazed back upon the Caravan and the various members of it. All of which would prove their continued use to Boom, mostly being the meatshields to die while Boom lives. Though there was one thing that Boom was not too certain on.

In this Caravan there was one thing, that they kept with them. But Boom did not know for what purpose. For some reason they kept a Tower-Fungus Deku.

Boom skittered towards the area of the Caravan in which the creature was present. He leaned in his head as he spoke to the thing. "Boom speaks. Does thing speaks?"

Quickly he shot a dart back towards the forest. "Yesss..." He said with a joyful delight, knowing how well the forest would burn. He shot a dart back to the creature.

"Does thing speaks?"

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

Let's just say something like oh...

Caravan was about to be attacked by I dunno angry bandits. During that time Boom was still running away from enemies, which he didn't know long since lost the track of him. But he sorta assumed they were still chasing after him. During his fleeing he tripped and accidentally sent one of the Bombchus he was holding onto flying into the bandits, and it killed/harmed and terrified any living bandits off.

So he played off of it as something he totally intended, in order to get hired and more importantly protection by the Caravan.

How's that?
Any other background details you want?

For like 'as a person'. Survive by any means necessary. Kokiri law son.

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

As long as that fungus is going after the many, many enemies made in surviving, and increases my survival rate. Fungus is cool.

If it hinders my survival. It is awful and horrible.

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Coolio. Twisted Acres gonna be full of fun things aaand-

A visit back to the Kokiri Sinkhole huh?
...Fun. Boom's gonna have a swelltime.

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

I trust you all will be worthy allies, that I'll promptly sell out?

This will be fun.

Legend of Zelda: Chains of Fate RP

Name: Boom
Race: Kokiri
Appearance: Boom is a strange looking creature. This child sized creature is incredibly pale to the point that surface dwellers would assume that Boom could in fact be an oddly intact walking corpse. Boom's fingers are abnormally lengthy, and his nails are all a shade of putrid yellow, which is the same color as his eyes. Boom has shaggy and greasy hair that extends to the middle of his back, which fail to cover his pointed ears. Boom is dressed in a pair of tattered thread-bare clothes hastily cobbled together. The most intact attire pieces he has are a pair of goggles with light blue lens, and a giant purple sack that he carries on him.

Cliches:

• Bombchu Extraordinaire [5] - Boom is a master with Bombchus, who always keeps several on hand. Detonation, aiming, detonation, Boom really knows how to effectively use the Bombchus and make them go, well boom.
• Dirty Coward [3] - Boom, like all Kokiri is interested in its own survival. As such, Boom has trained in the art of fleeing, abandoning 'allies' and begging in terror with desperate pleas when the situation looks unsurvivable.
• Treasure Hunter [2] - When you live a life of digging, you tend to get attracted to shiny things. When it comes to finding shiny knick-knacks, Boom finds ways to get those shiny things.
• Wilderness Survival [2] - Boom likes living. It is something that he'd like to keep going. As such he made sure to pick up on basic wilderness survival skills.

Personality: Boom is a selfish, greedy, and skittish individual. And more than that he is a fairly off individual. He is driven primarily by three things, explosions, survival, and getting shiny things. Boom is a pyromaniac and pyrophiliac, to the point that his desire gets past the Kokiri urge of surviving at all costs.

Backstory: Boom existed in the underground labyrinth of tunnels of the Kokiri. It was a life of drudgery. Dig, eat, sleep, survive, repeat. Boom followed this code for quite sometime, before it truly became Boom.

Digging with a simplistic stone tool, Boom would find the item that would change its life forever, the Bombchu. It appeared to be a non-threatening thing, so he had no reason to flee from it. At first he mistakenly activated it as he flung it down a random tunnel being excavated. It went off and collapsed it, and scarred off many of its kin.

And Boom was happy. Happier than he ever was in his life. It was moved to collect and repair all the bombs it could to use, to get shiny things and stay alive. Boom made too many enemies underground and had to flee the tunnels. And Boom knows the realization that the Caravan has people. And more people mean more shields against his enemies.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

The Video of Medical Miracles- PBS Station. New York, New York. 1:00 PM

It was a standard set-up for the public news station. Herschel Orenstein was sitting on the left side of an oval desk made of maple. The reporter, sat on the opposite side. The reporter glanced at Hershel and spoke in a dry tone, one practiced and honed through the years. "Mister Orenstein, we will be one in about two minutes. The card's still up thanking viewers, and mentioning our donors."

Hershel gave a nod to the interviewer, "You aren't playing the overly sappy one are you?" The man shook his head, as he glanced back at Hershel. "Standard one, we aren't in a crunch to get more donations just yet."

The anchor was a fairly jaded yet dull looking individual. His most interesting feature were his sunken cheek-bones. Other than that he was a fairly boring looking individual in a grey suit with a black tie. The camera light turned on as the anchor looked into it.

"Welcome viewers, old and new. I'm Douglas Smith, and my guest is Hershel Orenstein. He is a local to the city, founder of the local business, Orenstein Jewelers. But more importantly he has come to our attention from the JREF, due to his special nature concerning arsenic. Today we are discussing the medical miracle that he is." Meanwhile a individual in the sidelines with the camera, tried to get Orenstein to glance into the camera.

He did not and simply focused on Douglas. The anchor returned his attention back to Orenstein as he spoke again in his dry voice. It was as if he trained himself to avoid appearing too interested or invested in the subject.

"So Mister Orenstein, when did you find out about your gift?" Hershel held back a cough, as Douglas looked on a tad nervously. The fact he could get poisoned by this guest, did seem to break the act a bit. "Are you feeling alright? Ne-" He said as he nervously fidgeted with his right foot.

Hershel wagged his finger in an accusatory manner, as he glared at the man. With a bitter scowl on his face he spoke up, "I was gettin' ready to answer. Is this what the youth of today have become!? Unable to wait patiently!" Hershel attempted to push his torso up from his wheelchair to get a higher elevation. However it was a strenuous task and as such was unable to do it, so he wagged his finger again. "And if my grandkids and kids are watching at home, why don't you call!?" He glared into the camera as Douglas coughed and tried to reign the conversation back into the intended one.

Douglas blinked as he shook his head. "My sincerest apologizes. Our viewers would love to hear about how you learned how you realized you were a medical miracle." Hershel gave a soft nod, "Ah good, at least some of the youth can learn to apologize and respect their elders. I'd be delighted to answer. I learned of my condition when I went in for a daily check-up with my doctor." The anchor noted the revelation with a, I see, I see sort of nod.

"What do you plan to do with this newfound knowledge? Have you checked to see if any of your relatives may have the condition as well? And do you know how important this discovery can be? As we know arsenic is a rather dangerous" The anchor asked as Hershel scowled at him for a moment.

"Sonny, what's with all the quick questions!?" Hershel said visibly temperamental at the situation. Douglas realized his err as he bowed his head again, "My apologizes, I ju-" Hershel glared, "Just what? Oh, come on tell the nice viewers at home. My back hurts, I -" He shook his head, "It's an honor to be on the show. As you can imagine it's quite the change, and I haven't fully gotten used to it yet, let alone think of what I intend to do with this newfound knowledge. My apologizes for snapping."

The anchor just stared bit before giving a nod. Hershel paused as he continued on, "Well yes, I would like to check if my children and grandchildren have the same ability. I know arsenic is dangerous, just trust me on that." Hershel said with a really depressed tone of voice as he glanced down and mumbled out a hasty, "I miss them." A small tear came from Hershel's right eye, which he quickly wiped away.

He returned his attention back on the anchor, "Anyway, the scientists out there should find something from a sample of my phlegm, I don't mind giving it to them."

Douglas pressed his hand against his right ear, as the camera light went off. "Well, we are going to need to cut this interview a tad short. I hope you don't mind returning in, say a week? We have another story to cut to, and we can't give your story the attention it truly needs with only this short knowledge." Hershel gave a nod, "Yeah, I'll gab about it."
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Somewhere in Long Island

In a run-down looking apartment, a man sat alone, on a worn leather couch. The man was dressed in a black trench-coat, dark beige trousers, and some dark dress-shoes. He glanced at the television, that occasionally flickered with some signs of static, that was broadcasting the news of both Fargus and Hershel's stories. He tapped his right hand on the arm-rest, before reaching for a pristine dark brown fedora that was on-top of a dusty coffee table.

"The mindless sheeple, they are going to buy into these two aren't they? They don't realize the white light of optimism has burned out long ago, due to the nature of foul succubi and manipulative impish creatures. I've been waiting for such an opportunity. The chance to quell a light in which they claim to have belief in." The figure smirked as he placed the fedora on his head.

"Our paths will cross, and I will extinguish the hope. There is only darkness and pain, and I can't allow such-" He growled as he spat down on the floor, as a bug skittered past. "Heroes who claim to only represent niceness, when I know the truth. I shall show them all the dark and terrible truth."

With his right thumb and index finger, he tipped his fedora as a cord and some collapsible blades emerged from the brim. Pulling down the cord he flung the hat into the tv, as it shot out an explosion of glass and electrical sparks.

"It is time, for the Cyni-Cap to rise above these betas." The figure said as he got up and began cackling maniacally.

The Elementals (Chemical elemental characters)

So what else is new?

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And so Herschel was wheeled out by Leo. He stared at the woman for a bit as he wagged his finger, "You don't work for PBS or the News?" Herschel frowned a bit as he just stared blankly at the woman. "Let me guess you work for some channel no one cares about, that just does all sorts of 'prank shows' to appeal to kids. Damn kids these days." He grimaced as stared at the woman.

He wagged his finger, "If you're the cause for this generation cha-" He blinked as he glanced back at Leo, "Wha-" He turned his face forward as he began coughing. As he coughed he released a cloud of grey colored spit, which quickly began descending to the ground. Herschel continued to violently cough as a glob of grey phlegm went flying.

Sniffling, Herschel used his left sleeve to wipe his nose. "So is this the news or not? For the Person of the Day? I'm not wasting my time here am I?"

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Well he's locked up in a room with his nagging grandmother.

It's a fate worse than death.