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- double post. Phone is actin stupid
Must the character be human?
Actually what I was thinkin wouldn't work. I'll think of sumthin else
Are we only allowed to base our characters from the species provided in the first post?
Tintoretto - Personal Chamber
The door to his room quickly opened as he placed his hand on the hand print security scanner. The giant crouched a little to get through the door frame, but once in the room, he could once again stand completely upright. Unlike most rooms, his seemed to have more height to it to accommodate his size. Near the left wall he had his large bed, a new profound relaxing apparatus he did not have in his home planet. Back there he would sleep wherever he spent the night. The world was mostly jungle - at least where he grew up.
Anyway, there was also a regular old desk with a rather large screen attached to the wall above it. He was told it was both a computer and a television, two mechanisms he also discovered in his short time on Earth. The large screen provided wonders for Tintoretto - motion pictures and melodies he'd never believed possible. He would always watch action movies, ranging from The Matrix to The Bourne Ultimatum. His favorite was the fight scenes where the main protagonist would kick the most ass possible. Unfortunately, human's were nothing like the actors of these movies. Instead, they were the exact opposites, causing nothing but problems and providing no solutions.
As the door to his room had shut closed, Tintoretto decided to look something up on the computer. Because he was enraged by his lack of knowledge of the planet he was inhabiting, he decided to do a little more research. "Computer, search........Ninja Turtles" the giant amphibian called out as the computer quickly loaded. Within about .29 seconds, thirty-four million plus results were found. At first it was all web links, so he decided to name another command. "Images" he stated, and before he had a chance to blink, pictures of his race started to pop up throughout the entire screen. "What the hell?!!" he angered quickly, his left brow raising high. His teeth had clanked together forcefully as he continued to look at what seemed to be himself. "They know of us?" he questioned, now fearing how much the humans knew about him and his people.
"Videos" he commanded as the motion pictures began to pop up. He clicked the touch-screen and the video played. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Heroes in a half-shell, turtle Power!"
This sudden attack of repetitiveness struck Tintoretto and made him stumble backwards in disbelief. "What is this??!!!" he yelled at the bloody screen. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is an animated television series produced by Murakami-Wolf-Swenson and the French company IDDH" the screen responded, getting its source from non-other than Wikipedia. "A cartoon?" Tintoretto asked, not truly wanting a response because he already knew the answer. "The humans mock my race with this sort of ignorance?!!"
The giant then walked up to the screen and grabbed it with both hands from the top edge. His grip tightened and dented the screen as he started to pull. "Please refrain from physica-" the screen managed to get out until it was completely torn from its wall socket. It now lay broken on the floor of Tintoretto's room, completely shattered from all angles. To make it even worse, he stomped it a few times before becoming contempt with his victory. He spit on it and huffed. "I'm not turtle" he urged once more before exiting the room.
He had gone in there to calm down, but only found himself even more angered. So again, he had to find another way to be more tranquil, so headed towards the mess hall, to eat something maybe.
The door to his room quickly opened as he placed his hand on the hand print security scanner. The giant crouched a little to get through the door frame, but once in the room, he could once again stand completely upright. Unlike most rooms, his seemed to have more height to it to accommodate his size. Near the left wall he had his large bed, a new profound relaxing apparatus he did not have in his home planet. Back there he would sleep wherever he spent the night. The world was mostly jungle - at least where he grew up.
Anyway, there was also a regular old desk with a rather large screen attached to the wall above it. He was told it was both a computer and a television, two mechanisms he also discovered in his short time on Earth. The large screen provided wonders for Tintoretto - motion pictures and melodies he'd never believed possible. He would always watch action movies, ranging from The Matrix to The Bourne Ultimatum. His favorite was the fight scenes where the main protagonist would kick the most ass possible. Unfortunately, human's were nothing like the actors of these movies. Instead, they were the exact opposites, causing nothing but problems and providing no solutions.
As the door to his room had shut closed, Tintoretto decided to look something up on the computer. Because he was enraged by his lack of knowledge of the planet he was inhabiting, he decided to do a little more research. "Computer, search........Ninja Turtles" the giant amphibian called out as the computer quickly loaded. Within about .29 seconds, thirty-four million plus results were found. At first it was all web links, so he decided to name another command. "Images" he stated, and before he had a chance to blink, pictures of his race started to pop up throughout the entire screen. "What the hell?!!" he angered quickly, his left brow raising high. His teeth had clanked together forcefully as he continued to look at what seemed to be himself. "They know of us?" he questioned, now fearing how much the humans knew about him and his people.
"Videos" he commanded as the motion pictures began to pop up. He clicked the touch-screen and the video played. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! Heroes in a half-shell, turtle Power!"
This sudden attack of repetitiveness struck Tintoretto and made him stumble backwards in disbelief. "What is this??!!!" he yelled at the bloody screen. "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles is an animated television series produced by Murakami-Wolf-Swenson and the French company IDDH" the screen responded, getting its source from non-other than Wikipedia. "A cartoon?" Tintoretto asked, not truly wanting a response because he already knew the answer. "The humans mock my race with this sort of ignorance?!!"
The giant then walked up to the screen and grabbed it with both hands from the top edge. His grip tightened and dented the screen as he started to pull. "Please refrain from physica-" the screen managed to get out until it was completely torn from its wall socket. It now lay broken on the floor of Tintoretto's room, completely shattered from all angles. To make it even worse, he stomped it a few times before becoming contempt with his victory. He spit on it and huffed. "I'm not turtle" he urged once more before exiting the room.
He had gone in there to calm down, but only found himself even more angered. So again, he had to find another way to be more tranquil, so headed towards the mess hall, to eat something maybe.
Hank - Camp - Aiden
Hank put his hand on Aiden's shoulder and nodded in agreement. Aiden had been one of the first people they rounded up once the outbreak hit. He was a valuable addition to the first five, Seth, DeSean, Jennifer, Heather and himself. Not only was he a magnificent cook, but he was an overall delightful person. He never seemed to brake like most people did, not yet at least. Though he was a bit distant at times, he had shown them he was part of their new family as some called it.
Though none of them were truly blood related, it seemed everyone knew each other very well. In the zombie apocalypse, one gets to know another rather quickly. But like a family, there were also the bad times. There was an occasion where Seth and DeSean got into a brawl about something - something that Hank couldn't ever recall. There were also all those times with Heather and her nagging personality. There was also Imogen who used to be the most distant member, but learned to adapt to their profound ways of this new life. Getting all these people to live in peace had been a rough journey, but they managed - up to this point.
Bringing this new survivor would play out the same way it had when the group started getting bigger. As a day-to-day member of the group, new additions would always be looked at with weary eyes. They were strangers, but like always, they would have to adapt to the new rules to survive. This redneck they found would have to do the same if he decides to stay. Thing is, Hank doesn't want to let him go either. If he throws him back out there the guy will most likely die. Even if he provides the guy with supplies and food, there is no guarantee he'd live. But if he stayed with them, he could become another great addition to the group, just like Aiden had.
"DeSean wants him gone, but I don't want that. If we allow him to just leave, he'll die. Just like that. He wont stand a chance out there, even after he gets well. I'm not sayin' I want to force him to stay - i'm no dictator. But I don't want to send him to his death" Hank started, removing his hand from the other man's shoulder. "Seth is with me, like always. Aaliyah and Imogen will probably feel the same way. Noah and his son.........well.......I'm not too sure what they'll think, but I know they're aren't murderers. I know Noah is concerned for his boy, but we can't allow that to cloud his judgement on allowing this man to stay. Jennifer of course will follow her husband. And Heather............." he paused for a second and crossed his arms. "Let's just say she wont like whatever decision I make. But you're right. We'll see what he does when he awakens, then we'll act accordingly. But listen Aiden, I need him to stay. I can't have living blood on my hands, not now, not ever" Hank finished up with a fierce stare.
The man was not pleased with the turn of events, but it had already happened. He promised himself that he would not allow another living person die if he could do something about it. This was a perfect example of that promise. He has the supplies and capability of keeping this man alive, so he's going to do it, just like he has for everyone else. "Now let's go eat, I'm starvin."
Soon enough, he sat beside Seth on a log surrounding the campfire. Jennifer and DeSean were there as well. His main concern though was what was happening inside the medical tent.
Hank put his hand on Aiden's shoulder and nodded in agreement. Aiden had been one of the first people they rounded up once the outbreak hit. He was a valuable addition to the first five, Seth, DeSean, Jennifer, Heather and himself. Not only was he a magnificent cook, but he was an overall delightful person. He never seemed to brake like most people did, not yet at least. Though he was a bit distant at times, he had shown them he was part of their new family as some called it.
Though none of them were truly blood related, it seemed everyone knew each other very well. In the zombie apocalypse, one gets to know another rather quickly. But like a family, there were also the bad times. There was an occasion where Seth and DeSean got into a brawl about something - something that Hank couldn't ever recall. There were also all those times with Heather and her nagging personality. There was also Imogen who used to be the most distant member, but learned to adapt to their profound ways of this new life. Getting all these people to live in peace had been a rough journey, but they managed - up to this point.
Bringing this new survivor would play out the same way it had when the group started getting bigger. As a day-to-day member of the group, new additions would always be looked at with weary eyes. They were strangers, but like always, they would have to adapt to the new rules to survive. This redneck they found would have to do the same if he decides to stay. Thing is, Hank doesn't want to let him go either. If he throws him back out there the guy will most likely die. Even if he provides the guy with supplies and food, there is no guarantee he'd live. But if he stayed with them, he could become another great addition to the group, just like Aiden had.
"DeSean wants him gone, but I don't want that. If we allow him to just leave, he'll die. Just like that. He wont stand a chance out there, even after he gets well. I'm not sayin' I want to force him to stay - i'm no dictator. But I don't want to send him to his death" Hank started, removing his hand from the other man's shoulder. "Seth is with me, like always. Aaliyah and Imogen will probably feel the same way. Noah and his son.........well.......I'm not too sure what they'll think, but I know they're aren't murderers. I know Noah is concerned for his boy, but we can't allow that to cloud his judgement on allowing this man to stay. Jennifer of course will follow her husband. And Heather............." he paused for a second and crossed his arms. "Let's just say she wont like whatever decision I make. But you're right. We'll see what he does when he awakens, then we'll act accordingly. But listen Aiden, I need him to stay. I can't have living blood on my hands, not now, not ever" Hank finished up with a fierce stare.
The man was not pleased with the turn of events, but it had already happened. He promised himself that he would not allow another living person die if he could do something about it. This was a perfect example of that promise. He has the supplies and capability of keeping this man alive, so he's going to do it, just like he has for everyone else. "Now let's go eat, I'm starvin."
Soon enough, he sat beside Seth on a log surrounding the campfire. Jennifer and DeSean were there as well. His main concern though was what was happening inside the medical tent.
Brick - War Room
"Begin simulation, code name Brick," the giant amphibian said, his voice echoing through the empty war room. With his code name entered, the War Room would commence an already created simulation. It would have it's set amount of enemies with a pre-selected difficulty and rounds. He'd been down there for hours, training until his muscles ached. He wasn't too friendly to the others, though they were the reason he was alive. If they hadn't taken him in, there was a possibility the government would have snatched him up. And when the government snatched somebody up..........well, let's just say it doesn't turn out that good for that somebody.
Anyhow, if Tintoretto wasn't training and furthering his abilities, he was studying the culture of the American people. Coming from another planet made it harder for him to adapt to this new one, but he was managing. He wasn't always so hot-headed as he has shown to be now, but his experiences have been what drove him to this point. Being banished from a world he called home was the last straw for Tintoretto. So now he took out all that anger, that undesired rage in the simulators which his teammates - as he has learned to call them - have taught him to use. Tintoretto feels that the angrier he gets, the stronger he becomes - and it shows. Once during a training exercise, a certain distasteful memory came thrashing through his mind. The memory left a raw taste in his mouth that infuriated him. And with this fury, he destroyed the training bots with ease. His fist had become harder than stone, harder than steel maybe - or so he felt.
But right now, his mind was nowhere near that aggravated. Instead, it was at peace and looking forward to continue his schooling on the simulated battlefield. Like stated earlier, he had been training for hours at end - four maybe five. Of course, he has taken brakes between sessions in order to catch his breath, not even the trained amphibian was capable of unlimited endurance.
With the simulator beginning, Tintoretto gripped his dual sai and took his battle position. He had some kind of old Chinese style Martial Arts stance, clearly coming from some sort of training. Of course, this training wasn't done on Earth, but in his home planet of Swaenous. All he had time to do on Earth was learn it's customs and ways of life. He had already become adapt to it in his short time here.
Tintoretto hadn't really left the HQ since he arrived at it as a guest. It's not that he wasn't allowed - no one could stop him? - but because of his appealing physique. Humans would call him a monster as quickly as he surfaced. Though there were many extraterrestrials - as the humans called them - out in the open, they always wore some sort of disguise to cover their true appearance. They would wear different colors to embody different emotions or elements. They had disguises to completely shade their own appearance because of self-disgust. Tintoretto himself sometimes wished he could look like the rest, but never truly put much thought into it.
But all these thoughts just faded as the simulation finally started. Three beeps came from the head computer as one of the droids began its transformation. It started off as a hologram but quickly created a full composed humanoid android. The robot took the form of none other than Validus, the strongest member of the Fatal Five. Tintoretto had already defeated many other enemies during this days training, such as the Flash Rogues and a couple others. But now he stood against a giant amongst villains. Everyday he would end his intense training against Validus. Why one may ask? Because he has yet to defeat him.
Out of the ten difficulty levels he was taught to use, Tintoretto would always put his final enemy at the hardest. He's been testing his durability in battle and has yet to prove himself worthy of stronger opponents. With invulnerability, super-strength and the capability of projecting mental lighting from his head, Validus has proved to be too much for Tintoretto. "Hope you're ready for this," the amphibian said as he dashed forward towards the large best. The giant space creature grunted as it also dashed to attack. It's giant three fingered fist aimed for Tintoretto's entire frame, but the hero evaded the punch by leaping to the right with one quick motion. Brick - as he is called - took the opportunity to ram his elbow into the beast's left rib cages. He heard a snap, but it had no effect on the overall battle as the Validus' left arm came swinging towards him.
Without time to dodge, the only acceptable maneuver was to block. Knowing not even bullets could pierce it, Brick turned ninety degrees to his right and let his shell take the massive impact. Unable to keep his feet grounded, the Slider - the name of his species - went flying into the holographic tree, a lifelike hologram created just for the realism of the simulation. The program made it seem there was a giant dent on the huge tree trunk, but in reality there had been no damage done to the War Room. Brick returned to his feet and charged once again. Validus quickly turned to face Brick, firing one of those blasted lighting rays at him. With the environment irregular, Brick knew it was alterable. Dodging the first lighting strike, he jumped behind a taxi cab. The simulator had picked Star City as it's battle location. It was basically a random urban sector of the entire city.
With quick reactions, Validus fired yet again. Brick picked up the vehicle and used it to shield himself from the enemy. The lighting wrangled against the taxi cab as it started to get closer to Validus. Brick was forcing his way towards the enemy as the vehicle began to light itself on fire. Soon enough, Brick was right before Validus who was still firing his ray of lightning. But suddenly, the cab burst into flames and instantly exploded, sending both hero and villain flying into nearby buildings. The building Validus crashed against tumbled to the ground, creating a giant dust cloud as it tumbled into nothingness. Fortunately for Brick, his building remained intact. The amphibian was damaged all over, even his small face-mask had gotten ripped apart. He forced himself up yet again and exited the colossal hole in the building. But as he saw the simulation was not over, he knew the fight wasn't either.
Out of the cloud of dust and the building's rubble came walking the mighty Validus still in one piece. He had a small crack on his helmet, but that was all. More than usual though. Feeling the weary effects of his extensive training, Brick knew he wasn't going to hold up. Therefore he had to act quickly and efficiently. He took his dual sai yet again and started running towards the enemy. "AGHHHHHH!!!!!" he growled as he ran down the simulated street. Validus fired his lightning again, but Brick seemed too quick on his feet for the beast. His light steps and martial arts training made him quicker than he looked.
He then jumped on his own back, allowing his shell to slide through the street. He went under Validus' legs then quickly regained his footing. Not giving the beast enough time to turn, Brick jumped on its back jamming his sai into Validus' trapezoids. The beast seemed to have yelled in pain as it reached for Brick. With much attempt, Validus finally caught the amphibian by the arm, swinging him above his own head and into the hard road. Though the shell protected him from the massive impact, it didn't stop enough of the pain to call it a successful defense.
Again the beast rose him into the sky and slammed him back into place. In desperation, Brick started to stab Validus in the hand in order to loosen the monster's grasp. One of his sai was still attatched to Validus' back, so Brick had to work with only one. Once the beast finally let him go, Brick rolled to the side before he was stomped. But as he stood up, Validus had taken the opportunity to run up to him and kick Brick through an entire convenience store. "Ugh," Brick grunted as he attempted to stand but was unable. As his eyes turned up, he could see Validus charging one final lighting blast aimed right for him. Before it fired, the simulation cut off. "Mission Incomplete. Simulation Over" the machine called out as Brick stood himself up, wobbling side to side afterwards.
He was able to make his way to a nearby bench as he caught his breath. He drank some water from a bottle then crushed it as he finished. "Blasted simulator!" he barked, throwing the bottle towards the trashcan but missing. He then started to mumble words that didn't make sense, just anger and rage. Once again he found himself too weak to defeat Validus on his own. He looked more down than the end of Old Yeller.
But as another entered the War Room, his entire persona seemed to change. He went from sad to prideful in less than a fraction of a second. Wisteria Adams, AKA Owlet had come to train herself. It was amusing watching her perform because she was the weakest in the team - that's the way Tintoretto saw it anyway. She had no powers like the rest of the group - was merely a human being. In addition to that, she didn't seem to have the fighting spirit, she was too sweet and earnest. So as she started her simulation, Tintoretto started to pack his things into a gym bag he was provided. That would be that.
"Begin simulation, code name Brick," the giant amphibian said, his voice echoing through the empty war room. With his code name entered, the War Room would commence an already created simulation. It would have it's set amount of enemies with a pre-selected difficulty and rounds. He'd been down there for hours, training until his muscles ached. He wasn't too friendly to the others, though they were the reason he was alive. If they hadn't taken him in, there was a possibility the government would have snatched him up. And when the government snatched somebody up..........well, let's just say it doesn't turn out that good for that somebody.
Anyhow, if Tintoretto wasn't training and furthering his abilities, he was studying the culture of the American people. Coming from another planet made it harder for him to adapt to this new one, but he was managing. He wasn't always so hot-headed as he has shown to be now, but his experiences have been what drove him to this point. Being banished from a world he called home was the last straw for Tintoretto. So now he took out all that anger, that undesired rage in the simulators which his teammates - as he has learned to call them - have taught him to use. Tintoretto feels that the angrier he gets, the stronger he becomes - and it shows. Once during a training exercise, a certain distasteful memory came thrashing through his mind. The memory left a raw taste in his mouth that infuriated him. And with this fury, he destroyed the training bots with ease. His fist had become harder than stone, harder than steel maybe - or so he felt.
But right now, his mind was nowhere near that aggravated. Instead, it was at peace and looking forward to continue his schooling on the simulated battlefield. Like stated earlier, he had been training for hours at end - four maybe five. Of course, he has taken brakes between sessions in order to catch his breath, not even the trained amphibian was capable of unlimited endurance.
With the simulator beginning, Tintoretto gripped his dual sai and took his battle position. He had some kind of old Chinese style Martial Arts stance, clearly coming from some sort of training. Of course, this training wasn't done on Earth, but in his home planet of Swaenous. All he had time to do on Earth was learn it's customs and ways of life. He had already become adapt to it in his short time here.
Tintoretto hadn't really left the HQ since he arrived at it as a guest. It's not that he wasn't allowed - no one could stop him? - but because of his appealing physique. Humans would call him a monster as quickly as he surfaced. Though there were many extraterrestrials - as the humans called them - out in the open, they always wore some sort of disguise to cover their true appearance. They would wear different colors to embody different emotions or elements. They had disguises to completely shade their own appearance because of self-disgust. Tintoretto himself sometimes wished he could look like the rest, but never truly put much thought into it.
But all these thoughts just faded as the simulation finally started. Three beeps came from the head computer as one of the droids began its transformation. It started off as a hologram but quickly created a full composed humanoid android. The robot took the form of none other than Validus, the strongest member of the Fatal Five. Tintoretto had already defeated many other enemies during this days training, such as the Flash Rogues and a couple others. But now he stood against a giant amongst villains. Everyday he would end his intense training against Validus. Why one may ask? Because he has yet to defeat him.
Out of the ten difficulty levels he was taught to use, Tintoretto would always put his final enemy at the hardest. He's been testing his durability in battle and has yet to prove himself worthy of stronger opponents. With invulnerability, super-strength and the capability of projecting mental lighting from his head, Validus has proved to be too much for Tintoretto. "Hope you're ready for this," the amphibian said as he dashed forward towards the large best. The giant space creature grunted as it also dashed to attack. It's giant three fingered fist aimed for Tintoretto's entire frame, but the hero evaded the punch by leaping to the right with one quick motion. Brick - as he is called - took the opportunity to ram his elbow into the beast's left rib cages. He heard a snap, but it had no effect on the overall battle as the Validus' left arm came swinging towards him.
Without time to dodge, the only acceptable maneuver was to block. Knowing not even bullets could pierce it, Brick turned ninety degrees to his right and let his shell take the massive impact. Unable to keep his feet grounded, the Slider - the name of his species - went flying into the holographic tree, a lifelike hologram created just for the realism of the simulation. The program made it seem there was a giant dent on the huge tree trunk, but in reality there had been no damage done to the War Room. Brick returned to his feet and charged once again. Validus quickly turned to face Brick, firing one of those blasted lighting rays at him. With the environment irregular, Brick knew it was alterable. Dodging the first lighting strike, he jumped behind a taxi cab. The simulator had picked Star City as it's battle location. It was basically a random urban sector of the entire city.
With quick reactions, Validus fired yet again. Brick picked up the vehicle and used it to shield himself from the enemy. The lighting wrangled against the taxi cab as it started to get closer to Validus. Brick was forcing his way towards the enemy as the vehicle began to light itself on fire. Soon enough, Brick was right before Validus who was still firing his ray of lightning. But suddenly, the cab burst into flames and instantly exploded, sending both hero and villain flying into nearby buildings. The building Validus crashed against tumbled to the ground, creating a giant dust cloud as it tumbled into nothingness. Fortunately for Brick, his building remained intact. The amphibian was damaged all over, even his small face-mask had gotten ripped apart. He forced himself up yet again and exited the colossal hole in the building. But as he saw the simulation was not over, he knew the fight wasn't either.
Out of the cloud of dust and the building's rubble came walking the mighty Validus still in one piece. He had a small crack on his helmet, but that was all. More than usual though. Feeling the weary effects of his extensive training, Brick knew he wasn't going to hold up. Therefore he had to act quickly and efficiently. He took his dual sai yet again and started running towards the enemy. "AGHHHHHH!!!!!" he growled as he ran down the simulated street. Validus fired his lightning again, but Brick seemed too quick on his feet for the beast. His light steps and martial arts training made him quicker than he looked.
He then jumped on his own back, allowing his shell to slide through the street. He went under Validus' legs then quickly regained his footing. Not giving the beast enough time to turn, Brick jumped on its back jamming his sai into Validus' trapezoids. The beast seemed to have yelled in pain as it reached for Brick. With much attempt, Validus finally caught the amphibian by the arm, swinging him above his own head and into the hard road. Though the shell protected him from the massive impact, it didn't stop enough of the pain to call it a successful defense.
Again the beast rose him into the sky and slammed him back into place. In desperation, Brick started to stab Validus in the hand in order to loosen the monster's grasp. One of his sai was still attatched to Validus' back, so Brick had to work with only one. Once the beast finally let him go, Brick rolled to the side before he was stomped. But as he stood up, Validus had taken the opportunity to run up to him and kick Brick through an entire convenience store. "Ugh," Brick grunted as he attempted to stand but was unable. As his eyes turned up, he could see Validus charging one final lighting blast aimed right for him. Before it fired, the simulation cut off. "Mission Incomplete. Simulation Over" the machine called out as Brick stood himself up, wobbling side to side afterwards.
He was able to make his way to a nearby bench as he caught his breath. He drank some water from a bottle then crushed it as he finished. "Blasted simulator!" he barked, throwing the bottle towards the trashcan but missing. He then started to mumble words that didn't make sense, just anger and rage. Once again he found himself too weak to defeat Validus on his own. He looked more down than the end of Old Yeller.
But as another entered the War Room, his entire persona seemed to change. He went from sad to prideful in less than a fraction of a second. Wisteria Adams, AKA Owlet had come to train herself. It was amusing watching her perform because she was the weakest in the team - that's the way Tintoretto saw it anyway. She had no powers like the rest of the group - was merely a human being. In addition to that, she didn't seem to have the fighting spirit, she was too sweet and earnest. So as she started her simulation, Tintoretto started to pack his things into a gym bag he was provided. That would be that.
Name - Tintoretto
Alias - Brick
Age - Nineteen
Sponsor -
Personality - Short-tempered, Tough, and Impulsive. (......yet Kindhearted at times....)
Brief Bio - Banished from his planet, Tintoretto was sent to Earth, light years away from his home. Tintoretto was sent on a Slider spaceship to crash land on Earth and be killed by its roaming species. Fortunately for Tintoretto, his appearance didn't seem to face those who found him. Discovered by a young group of teen heroes - as they called themselves - Brick was taken in like a refugee. Uneasy by this species, Brick at first did not warm up to his finders. He resented his acceptance of them as he learned and became accustomed to their customs, but somewhere deep inside, he was grateful they did not end his life. (Other stuff will be revealed throughout the RP hopefully.)
Notes - The Sliders are an amphibious race from planet Swaenous. Most Sliders grow rapidly into masculine creatures. Though they seem much older than they look, their physical appearance must be disregarded.
Alias - Brick
Age - Nineteen
Sponsor -
Personality - Short-tempered, Tough, and Impulsive. (......yet Kindhearted at times....)
Brief Bio - Banished from his planet, Tintoretto was sent to Earth, light years away from his home. Tintoretto was sent on a Slider spaceship to crash land on Earth and be killed by its roaming species. Fortunately for Tintoretto, his appearance didn't seem to face those who found him. Discovered by a young group of teen heroes - as they called themselves - Brick was taken in like a refugee. Uneasy by this species, Brick at first did not warm up to his finders. He resented his acceptance of them as he learned and became accustomed to their customs, but somewhere deep inside, he was grateful they did not end his life. (Other stuff will be revealed throughout the RP hopefully.)
Notes - The Sliders are an amphibious race from planet Swaenous. Most Sliders grow rapidly into masculine creatures. Though they seem much older than they look, their physical appearance must be disregarded.
Tiger - Rooftops - Others
A forceful blast of wind suddenly arose from the environment. The New York weather had been very unpredictable the past few days, from instant changes to extreme conditions. The cowboy took a strong grip to hold his hat as the wind passed by. His bandanna blew with the breeze, but remained on his face. It soon stopped and returned to normal, letting his hat breathe and rest atop Tiger's head.
With Virtuvian missing, Tiger turned back to Light again. "Guess he ain't showin' darlin', let's giddy-up and get outta here" Tiger said, walking back towards the fire escape. But on his way there, he noticed Light look at something behind him. Tiger turned with a raised brow and scouted the area, looking for whatever it was Light had spotted. Then he saw it - a being flying towards their location. From the distance it looked like a shadow, but as it grew near, he remembered who it was.
Then the person landed, carrying yet another - another he also remembered. "Howdy cowboy! I assume you got the same message we did" the suited hero said as the Asian lady stood by his side. Tiger was not offended by the man's 'Howdy', he thought it was genuine. "Howdy Partner" Tiger responded tilting his hat in fair gesture. "Yeah, we got the same message y'all received. City boy never showed up" he added, pulling his hand away from his revolver's grip.
"Guess it's time for us to part, nuthin' left for us to do here" Tiger said, once again heading towards the fire escape. With no Virtuvian, there was no point for them to be there. He called them to join up, but didn't show up himself. If there was a message in all that, Tiger didn't get it. "I wish there was time for one more of chili, but I gotta see a man about a horse" Tiger said as he passed up Light. He was going to return home and try to get some rest.
A forceful blast of wind suddenly arose from the environment. The New York weather had been very unpredictable the past few days, from instant changes to extreme conditions. The cowboy took a strong grip to hold his hat as the wind passed by. His bandanna blew with the breeze, but remained on his face. It soon stopped and returned to normal, letting his hat breathe and rest atop Tiger's head.
With Virtuvian missing, Tiger turned back to Light again. "Guess he ain't showin' darlin', let's giddy-up and get outta here" Tiger said, walking back towards the fire escape. But on his way there, he noticed Light look at something behind him. Tiger turned with a raised brow and scouted the area, looking for whatever it was Light had spotted. Then he saw it - a being flying towards their location. From the distance it looked like a shadow, but as it grew near, he remembered who it was.
Then the person landed, carrying yet another - another he also remembered. "Howdy cowboy! I assume you got the same message we did" the suited hero said as the Asian lady stood by his side. Tiger was not offended by the man's 'Howdy', he thought it was genuine. "Howdy Partner" Tiger responded tilting his hat in fair gesture. "Yeah, we got the same message y'all received. City boy never showed up" he added, pulling his hand away from his revolver's grip.
"Guess it's time for us to part, nuthin' left for us to do here" Tiger said, once again heading towards the fire escape. With no Virtuvian, there was no point for them to be there. He called them to join up, but didn't show up himself. If there was a message in all that, Tiger didn't get it. "I wish there was time for one more of chili, but I gotta see a man about a horse" Tiger said as he passed up Light. He was going to return home and try to get some rest.
TheDoctor said
Yeah didn't you accept them?
Lol, u right. Thought u were sumone else for sum reason.
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