Sanity43217

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Krotar sat in the interrogation room of the NYPD. His fingers tapping on the cold metal table. The cuffs were a nice touch. Little more than an inconvenience should he decide to leave, but the alien left them on. He knew any attempt to leave would only make things worse. So, sat and waited. He waited and sat. It seemed for hours. The local law enforcement didn’t come in to question him since he gave his statement when they brought him in, but he had no doubt they were watching him. Probably waiting for SHIELD to send the lackey.

A man in a black suit entered. “Agent Smith.” Krotar said in a joking tone. “We both know that you know my real name, Krotar.” The shield agent said as he sat across from the alien. “Yeah, and I use humour as a defense mechanism to help cope with trauma.” The alien retorted. The shield agent simply nodded. Krotar raised his hands to motion at the cuffs that had him attached to the table. “Now Lance, are these really necessary?” The shield agent chuckled and slid a handcuff key across the table. “Use the key this time. It’s such a waste when you break them.” Krotar picked up the key and started to unlock the cuffs. “So Lance, how’s the wife and kids?” Lance chuckled again. “Krotar, we both no I don’t swing that way.” Leaving the cuffs on the table, Krotar stood up. “Not so fast.” Krotar paused. Halfway between sitting and standing. “SHIELD is concerned about the increasing number of demon activity.” The agent continued. “So? Isn’t that a job for Wand or the sorcerer supreme?” Krotar questioned. “Well you know how these spy organisations work. Everyone trusts about as far as they can throw. With a global defense network in the works, everyone’s a bit on edge. After the Triskelion and the Insight debacle, the higher ups want someone to investigate without any known ties to SHIELD.” Krotar sat back down. Leaned back and put his feet up on the table. “So another black bag op then. No flags. No support.” Krotar said as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket and lit it with a snap of his fingers. “You’ve done it before.” The agent said. Sliding a dossier across the table to Krotar. “I’ll want access to Stark’s blueprints. The secret ones. I know shield wiped his latest stuff off the internet and Stark made his servers very secure. I also know that SHIELD likes to keep things it deems useful or of tactical value.” This brought a frown to the SHIELD agent’s face. “I don’t even know what schematics we have on file, though I’m sure I can convince them to let me give you something from R&D that will be worth your while. It might not be Stark tech, but it might help you get home.”
At this, Krotar put the cigarette out on the table and picked up the dossier. “Alright.” He stood up and made his way to the door。”You’ll be wanting these.” Agent Lance said holding up the holster with his two guns in it.
Krotar took his guns and left the NYPD precinct. His SHIELD friend making sure he was released easily.

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

Hider

Name: Declan D'Addona
Nickname (if any): The Reaper, The Unbreakable Spear, The Unshackled, Belladonna, Mr Black, Mr D, Freddy Melon, Stud Bogan, Somersby
Title or Hero/Villain/Code name (if any): Cerberus
Species: Mystically Enhanced Gamma Mutate
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Age: 53
Birthday: July 7
Personality: Declan D’Addona is a bigger picture man. Often choosing to avoid fights to further expand his criminal empire. Though should a threat to his empire become apparent, there is very little that would stop him.
Appearance (description, face-claim): He keeps his face hidden behind a symbiotic mask. Standing at 6’2, Declan D'Addona is athletically built.
While his face is constantly shifted into that of a skull shaped mask with vaguely religious motifs, the rest of his body is often traditionally clothed. Wearing a black suit most often. If one was lucky enough to see him without his clothes, they would see strange geometric scars over his arms and torso. Self inflicted from ages past when he was still experimenting with himself.
His eyes are a dark green, and seem to reflect light, akin to a cat’s eyes.
Affiliation (if any): The Salvation. A crime syndicate of considerable wealth.
Powers : Living Dynamo - Following an accident during a heist of a gamma reactor, Declan was transformed into a living reactor. His cells produce a massive amount of energy. While he often uses it fuel his various gadgets and spells, it does enhance his physiology past peak human. Into the realm of enhanced condition.
Mystical Savant - Having spent much of his childhood in Kamar Taj, and consulting with Victor Von Doom, Declan is quite skilled in the mystic arts. He tends to focus more on forbidden magics, like that which bends creatures to his will. His particular style of spell casting is similar in appearance to Doctor Strange’s but dark green and purple in colour. He doesn’t like drawing power from principalities or other entities, instead, choosing to pull it from the energy his cells produce. Which means he may not be able to match other skilled mages in sheer volume or power of spells, but he is quite creative and makes up for it with technology.
Weapon(s) (if any):
Weaponised Mystic Symbiote - Having bought a Klyntar from the life foundation, Declan has experimented on it, using a combination of science and magic to ‘silence’ it. Bonding to it, he has merged his mind with it. Granting him the abilities of one bonded with a Symbiote, without the pesky voice in the head.
The Salvation’s Arsenal - As the founder and figurehead of The Salvation, Declan has access to the vast arsenal of the global criminal empire. From HAMMER Drones that he sells to terrorist cells in the Middle East, to the Insight 03 Helicarrier that was refurbished and rebuilt. If money can buy it, Declan can get his hands on it.
Weaknesses: While Declan produces a massive amount of energy at any given point, there is a limit. Often this means he can’t cast powerful spells while also powering advanced tech. Meaning he has to switch between the two.
Likes: “Old whiskey, young girls and the smell of Napalm in the morning”
Dislikes: The Government and so called heroes.
Current Residence: The refurbished Insight 03 Helicarrier.
Backstory (if you plan on revealing your OC's backstory in the RP, either skip this or keep it vague): Declan D’Addona is a ghost. Expertly wiped off all records. Allegedly he grew up in Kamar Taj, and there are rumours he worked in the Latverian Defence Force. He is credited with stealing the remains of the gamma reactor that created the hulk.
Cerberus has been active in the criminal underworld for the last twenty eight years. Having stolen the remains of the Insight 03 Helicarrier as a mobile base of operations.
Special Skills (if any): Declan is a master of Let Aeshia. Let Aeshia is a mostly offensive martial art that focuses on steamrolling your opponent by barraging your opponent with countless fierce strikes and thus forcing him to stay defensive. The primary focus lies on both shifts in balance and foot sweeps and it often relies on the flexibility and reflexes of yourself and your opponent.
The biggest strength of Let Aeshia is a lack of nonsense and a pure focus on efficiency. By manipulating the quick movements of yourself your opponent is likely to exhaust themselves, helping you stay in control of the fight.
On the other hand the biggest weakness of Let Aeshia is that it requires you to react incredibly fast. So until you've training your reflexes you're no longer the one in control of the fight.
He is also gifted in mystical lore, and quite adept at engineering.
Other:

Marvel: Tales of the Multiverse

“Krotar Gaant.” The alien responded to the lovely lady. He offered his hand for a handshake. At the sound of a metal man shouting about everyone leaving, and asking if SHIELD was still a thing. He sighed. “Unfortunately.” He muttered under his breath. “It was truely a pleasure.” He said to the lady. “Would love to get coffee some time. I Don’t have many friends around here.” He said as he took a step backwards towards the door. “Dial seven sevens to contact me.” He turned to the door. Authorities were pulling up when he walked through the door, so they were due to enter right about…
Now. The doors burst open as SWAT swarmed in. Krotar kneeled and put his hands behind his head. Ready to be taken into custody.

𝗠𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲: 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕃𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℍ𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕖𝕤

What about a hedge wizard, who is less “sorcerer supreme, doctor strange” but more knows about magic and has a few handy circumstantial spells. Similar to Constantine.
Like he’s got brass knuckles to punch a rogue ghost, but anything above low level imp, he’ll be in over his head.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

The prison cart pulled up out front of the Adventures Guildhall. Zavim could feel the gaze of those on the street, and those looking out from their windows. A guard unlocked the cage, and tossed a bundle of clothes at the Half Orc. Zavim caught it and looked at the guard. A fire behind his eyes betrayed his anger. Was he really going to get changed, here in the middle of the street? Was that really what they expected of him? To treat him like an animal.
As Zavim begun to undress two of the guards smirked at each other. Seemingly glad they had reduced this man to little more than a beast.
When filled dressed, a guard grabbed Zavim and pulled him from the cage, before pushing his face into the dirt. Zavim didn’t even try to fight back. Knowing full well that any attempt would make his situation worse. A mage wearing the Royal insignia exited the Prison Cart’s cabin. They pressed a brand onto the back of Zavim’s neck, leaving a sizzling sigil branded onto his skin. The guards continued to man handle Zavim as they lifted him up and rolled up one of his sleeves. The mage placed a different brand on his left forearm. “These will make sure you serve term, and not break any more laws.” The mage explained before opening a case to reveal two wands. “These will be returned to you for the duration of your mission. Nod if you understand.” Zavim nodded. The mage continued his briefing. “You will answer to SRIKANDI NAGASARI. Nod if you understand.” Zavim nodded again. The mage smiled and handed him the case. Accepting the case, he turned to face the building as the guards and mage filed back into the Prison Cart.
So this was the start of his adventure…

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It took some time to navigate the guildhall. He noticed people were less inclined to help a conscript than a volunteer. Though after a few minutes of searching, and a couple more to make sure he was well presented, and had his wands stowed in their respective holsters, he knocked on the door of the meeting room, and tentatively pushed it open.

[ Mass Effect ] - Intervention | Small/Large group RP

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Well it depends what aspects of a "Pathfinder" you're looking to move over. Pathfinder, to me, is more of a position rather than a class, like a first into the fray type of ground team leader/type. Like as background stuff I could see that being a proper thing, it'd just depend on what specifically from the 'Pathfinder' you're thinking of bringing over.

@LetMeDoStuff

An Infiltrator/Explorer type character. Maybe pick up some Vanguard levels down the track. Not sure I want to step up and lead groups of people. Seems like a lot of responsibility, but definitely among the first boots on the ground. A recon officer.

[ Mass Effect ] - Intervention | Small/Large group RP

How locked into a specific class would we be locked into?
Like would a character who was going through the Pathfinder training who was set to go to Andromeda, but stayed behind for family, or because there was an accident that made him medically unable to participate in the Andromeda Initiative.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Zavim was walking back to his homestead. Having spent the day out looking for a wolf that had been plaguing his flock for a few weeks. A wand strapped to the outside of his thigh. Wiping some sweat from his brow, he hadn’t found the wolf. He would have to try again. After a meal and rest.
His careful gait carried him through the woods back to his humble estate. A small paddock and half a dozen sheep. He thought about the meal Josephine would have prepared for him. He hoped it was something hearty. Something that would help fuel him up. His wife was always a good cook. Almost instinctively sniffing the air, almost as if trying to discern what his wife was cooking in the distance. His nostrils filled with a familiar stench. His stomach dropped. His mind went from food and rest to worry. While he was expecting to smell the woodlands, instead he smelled smoke. His pace quickened. His breathing laboured as he pushed himself to return to his wife.

Bursting through the tree line, he saw his homestead up in flames. A group of guards standing out front bearing his wife. Trying to interrogate her. He felt rage fill his heart.

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(Present Day)
He started awake. His dream all to real. He had trouble sleeping. Partly because he lay in a cold metal cage. Partly because in the space of a few days his whole life had been uprooted. His hand started to his outer thigh, instinctively searching for a wand. Still groggy, he was still getting his bearings.
As his heart rate began to slow again, it all came rushing back. The guards arriving at his homestead, beating his wife. The fight that ensued. Getting captured and imprisoned. Being scheduled for execution. A fluke falling star being mistaken for an omen. The church vying for exemption. The law vying for his death.
So, here he sat, in a prisoner transport, heading to Cendana. Where he would be forced to join an expedition to investigate the fallen object.

The Friestan Incident, a Fantasy Sci-Fi Fusion RP

Zavim

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Zavim

I'm a simple man. All I want is enough sleep for two normal men, enough whiskey for three, and enough women for four.

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Name: Zavim Remington

Known Alias: Sleeve McDichael, Mr Fuentes, Freddy Melon,

Age: 37

Gender Identity: Male (He/Him)

Married/ Unmarried: Divorced, twice

Occupation: Some would call him a Pirate, others a thief. He prefers Freelance Acquisitions or Dashing Rapscallion

Place of Residence: Zavim moves around a lot. Being a wanted criminal makes it hard to settle down.

Appearance: Zavim Remington is a half Orc, with a little bit of elf thrown in. With green skin, and piercing blue eyes, he stands out in most human settlements. He has more piercings than he probably should, and facial tattoos that resemble a skull. The skin on his right hand is a shade lighter than the rest of his body, due to it being regrown with magic. He standing at just over six feet tall.

History: Zavim Remington, born Zavim Farthington Marple, was born to a wealthy Orc businessman and a half elf woman. While his father was always kept busy with running the logistics of grain sales, Zavim’s mother turned to crime. Sneaking aboard the pirate ship ‘The Liberty’s Hangman’ in an attempt to garner her husband’s attention. On her return, she spent one night with her husband before realising they should get divorced. It was during this night that Zavim was conceived. A fact his mother didn’t realise until after the divorce was finalised and she had returned to being a pirate. So Zavim spent his early years aboard a pirate ship, with his mother. Learning to spell sling and rob.
When he was thirteen, his mother retired from the pirate game, and insisted he meet his father. Upon doing so, he was beating and called a bastard. So, later that night, he stole everything his father owned. That would start his career as a criminal.
After several close calls, he found love when he was 23, or at least he thought he did. Inviting an elvish woman, who he had worked a couple jobs with in the past into his life. A year later they married. Three years later, it became apparent that Zavim wasn’t ready to settle down, and when his first wife became pregnant, and he wanted to keep doing more and more risky jobs, they had a falling out. He was called a bad father and was divorced.
He doubled down on his heists, and even stole his own ship to start his own pirate operations. A decade later, he finally grew tired of his lifestyle. He settled down and found a new wife. One he really loved. They would buy a small plot of land and keep sheep. They would live happily for a year before his past finally catches up with him…

Abilities (magical/ non magical): Zavim is an adept mage.
Quite a skilled spell slinger, and fighter.

Reason for accepting this task: Forced to by local Lords.

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