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6 mos ago
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7 yrs ago
Merry Christmas boyos, don't forget to, like, be a good person and stuff. Also start thinkin of a new years resolution you'll actually go through with.
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8 yrs ago
Status update: staying up all n8ght fuckin sucks and procrastination is a vile temptress.
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9 yrs ago
4 months into this hole 'being a responsible adult thing' and I've come to a conclusion: It sucks and I want to go back to the days where I didn't have to plan out my game time.
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9 yrs ago
Was supposed to be productive tonight. . . will try to be productive in the morning
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@AkayaofthemoonI'm back and I like the idea of bringing in the cluster for a3-way fusion, though managing that seems difficult and I personally don't think that a permanent fusion should be played this way. Reason, because they are a being so I sync that they don't really see or think of themselves as a collection of parts, but as a single whole. The only time we've seen Garnet speak with two voices is when she saw the cluster, which was something that caused a division in herself. My opinion anyway.
I like that idea, I'll be gone for about an hour soon, but go ahead and make it. I'll join in as soon as I can.
I'd do it, since you guys are busy running things, plus when I thought this idea up, I had some ideas for the fusions personality given the condition of the fusion. It's held together by fear, desperation, their hatred for gems, and no small amount of mutual hatred for nearly everything else. Separately, they'd just be a bit unhinged and distrustful if all gems, but together it'd be a gem that wants the entire world to burn. It'd be a strong villain for both sides of the present conflict.
@AbysmalDemon@McHaggis Sorry, I've been having a hard time finding time to write up my second bit, so if you guys want, you can just skip ahead to night time or whatever and I'll catch up in my next post.





@Archmage MC Just a suggestion, but could you wait until I get my Mu post up, cause that scenario would be a perfect opportunity to intro Light. If you don't want to, that's okay, just suggesting. Reason I ask is because we already kinda have too much focus going on in that one section of the city and I want to spread it out a bit. But again, just suggesting.
Ian Blackwood


As the two zombies took aim at the night in shining armor, two thin knives with glowing, red hot blades flew through the air to enter the barrels of the two weapons, making them useless as the heat from the knives fucked up their internal mechanics. From behind the Paladin came a tall man with a big box of what appeared to be frosted Safeway cookies and a cake with a label on it saying, 'For the L.A. Center for Humans, please accepts this cake and learn to be more accepting yourselves while you enjoy it. With Love, Ian Blackwood!'. The man holding the Cake was tall, with a slight bit of black, five O'clock shadow, his long, dyed blond hair tied into a pony tail behind him, the hair in front kept in check by a bandanna with the Reformist logo on it in full view. He was dressed in what was supposed to be formal attire, a black three piece suit with a white dress shirt underneath, but the suit and the shirt were both unbuttoned, showing off his well-muscled chest, a tribal-looking tattoo, and a couple nasty looking scars as well.

His dark grey eyes went from the armored man and his zombie goons, to the guy in knight armor, then to the womanma short ways away who looked scared shitless, before going back to the obvious villains. Whether Paladin was on the ground or standing up after getting shot, the man would grab him by the back of his armor with his left hand, push the sweets into his arms with his right, never taking hus eyes off his opponents.

"Look, I don't know who you are or what you're trying to prove, but I'm telling right now, get the fuck out of here if you want to live. I can tell just by looking at you that you can hardly walk in that armor, so you'll just be collateral damage in a fight against this guy, unless you can use a light bow, or something. If you want to be the hero, take that woman over there to safety." The man tilted his head a little, tapping his finger against his chin as if he was in deep thought before he continued. "Oh, and have a cookie if you want, it and the cake will probably go to waste in my fridge. I don't have much of a craving for sweets these days."

After giving the Paladin his orders, the man stepped forward, looking at his opponents with a critical eye. He didn't think much of the two thugs, but the guy in the trenchcoat was definitely not someone to be underestimated. He could feel it in his gut, that guy was bad news. Raising up his hands, he'd reveal the strange gloves he wa wearing, which were black with blue lines running through them and looked kinda like a biker glove. The lines glowed as a puff of reflective powder enter the air, before instantly forming 6 knives, these ones being a bit thicker in both the blade and the handle, but were still perfectly balanced.

"Well then, Mr. Genocidal Maniac and Co., allow me to introduce myself." As he spoke, Ian threw two knives at each person, aiming for either the shoulder orthe knee. The knives were special shock knives,,and each one packed the strength of a taser. "I'm Ian Blackwood, face of the Reformists and the guy who gets crucified by the public everytime dumb Metas do stupid shit, like you and your cronies did here." Ian waited to see if his knives would hit, and if they did, if they would even work, before charging the enemy. He was currently in his Vibration set, which was how he heated up those first two knives, molecular friction through Vibration, so if the main guy got hit and seemed to be affected by the shock, he'd go in while he's stunned at him with gut punch that would have enough seismic force put into it to make him throw up rather violently. He was onky slightly worried about the armor getting in the eay of the knives, for their thinner blades were made to pierce armor, though the shock ones were a bit thicker, so they might not work as well in thia instance, especially since he has no idea what the armor is made of.

Today was just supposed to be a simple publicity visit to show that the Reformist were trying to work with those who hate Metas as well as try and foster a sense of acceptance. And it had been fucking working too, before this asshole comes in and flushes a years worth of ass kissing, gifts, and tolerance in one fell swoop. He's lucky I don't aim for his balls, hell,,I still just might do it anyway! Man, I really, really . . . . . . really hate this job.

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Name: Sebastian Lyone

Alias: The Red Devil,

Age: 25

Affiliation: None

Faction: Me, Myself, and I, but is good at playing pretend. Currently pretending at the Underground Movement

Description: He's around 6 feet tall, with spiked ginger hair, a somewhat handsome face with a spattering of freckles cross the bridge of his nose and intense green eyes. His skin is slightly pale, and his body is deceptively weak and skinny looking, hiding the strength he can muster at a moments notice.

Powers:

Blood manipulation: Sebastian is a Haemokinetic, and a strong one as well, as he can not only shape and harden the blood into various defensive and offensive constructs, but he can also make it highly acidic, able to eat through metals with ease. However, he can't make said blood un-acidic and it remains a danger to himself if he swings it around wildly, so he chooses to only use the acidic blood for foes that require such things, or whenever else he deems it necessary. He can't use this ability to control a living person, though a corpse is no issue, though the movements may be a bit erratic

Blood-body(Active): He can change his body into blood, either fully or partially, enabling him to become very stealthy, highly dangerous and nearly impossible to kill, but he is highly susceptible to flames, water, and freezing while in this form, and can be more easily contained as well. The only part of his body he can't turn in his brain, cause it'll kill him, but he also refuses to change his skull and eyes. Partially because extra protection, mostly because he wants to scare the shit out of people. He pulls this prank quite often around the base.

Skills:

Natural Liar
Amazing Actor
Very intuitive on what people care about, as well as what can be used against them
A hunter, he picks his moments with expert skill, knowing when to act and when not to act.
A very patient tactician, he has a brilliant mind for games of war and logic, and is willing to wait out any opponent
Instinctive fighter
Natural sense of balance
Heightened senses
Very skilled Free-runner

Equipment: At the moment, nothing

Rank: A, but is deceptive enough with his abilities and skills he could technically kill anyone
@Phobos I didn't mean to call make you feel guilty or anything, as I'm sure you have your reasons. Just hardly saw you around and kinda Wondered if you were still around. Glad to see you are, though!
As Reggie recovered from warp sickness, he barely had time to register his surroundings when out of nowhere, the blue slasher came up and snatched his bag away, only to be quickly pursued Joan of Arc, who called for him to join the chase. Instead of running after them, however, he simply got up with a sigh, shaking his head at the blue one's stupidity. She must've beem close enough to hear Reggie's condition, right? Eve would've been able to get off whenever she wanted to, but know, the little Imp could wind up getting caught in a fight between the two.

Actually, considering the difference in skill, size, and training, it'd be more of a one-sided slaughter. I know they were only just born, but come on. Fucking Smurfette can't think through her situation, and now she's likely to get iced by Joan of Arc and Captain Kirk. I'm way too young to be dealing with crap like this! After a sigh, Reggie quickly jogs down the hall, taking in some of the weird designs and gadgets all over the place.

"Snazzy place you two got here, Joan," Reggie said as he caught up the armored gem, his eye stuck nervously on the big metal stick she now possessed. He didn't show any nervousness on his face or stance, however, and continued to speak ib a pleasant tone. "If you'd also be kind enough to please put the weapon away, that'd be great. There is an easy, non-violent solution to this. All the little Smurfette wants is to grab the Imp and skedadle with her, so can't you just let her take the small gem, me take my bag, and fire up the warp pad to send them back to Earth. It'd be easier, they'd be out of your hair, and nobody has to get hurt."

Reggie wasn't sure his plan was going to work, but he had to at least pose the option, just in case. Then again, Joan didn't look like the gal to go with that option either, but maybe that was just the armor.

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