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Yes I know Melon but what prevents you from having ice as part of your battle ground? Ice flows accelerated by a current of water can be a powerful tool.
There's so many creative ways to bypass the great coat really, but I used to run with wraiths so maybe it's easier for me to think of them. Apparently creativity is not wanted in the arena.
Wrong after looking at his character I devised several ways to best your character.
Hell's Bell's you can pummel the crap outta him with Ice. A speeding block of ice hurts and while he maybe dead breaking his limbs truly limits him.
General Freedom wove the ZPE energies with a deft hand, wrapping the bubble around the behemoth when he reacted. In the blink of an eye, the man had shifted his considerable bulk, lashing out at the force bubble. It had happened before, immensely strong villains hurling their fists or bulk against the energy screen forming an incredibly dense, interlaced energy field around them. Usually they were incapable of breaking free, and General Freedom forced the bubble to squeeze tighter.
Not this time though, no, the star-spangled hero shifted the focus of his force bubble. Perhaps the entire body was not the target maybe the head. General Freedom already figured that the man would be strong enough to resist the pressures the bubble brought to bear, even if he had only one arm. No, he had to focus on something else. That ugly, rage filled mug was it.
With one arm, it might be hard to get the bubble off his head, probably not though, there was that time when General Freedom faced off against Jotun, the largest man he had ever faced. The giant had been able to insert a hand against his cheek and with an incredible display of strength keep the 6 tons of pressure from choking him out. However, it allowed General Freedom to use a bus and batter the giant’s legs until he was barely able to stand.
As the bubble collided with the anger fueled kick of the Splatterer, he pulled it back a bit then whipped it forward towards the misshapen head of the man before him. It might work, it might not, all he needed was a few moments when he had the upper hand and he would unleash a flurry of blows on the man’s exposed side. Any man, no matter how strong yielded when any pressure is applied to an exposed wound for any length of time. The pain took over, flooding the pain receptors with overwhelming stimuli and rather than suffer it, they would give in.
Staring at the twisted, raged filled face, General Freedom knew that if he yielded, if he did not defeat the man before him, he would die. Worse, the city would suffer as well. That General Freedom could not allow. As the foot collided with the bubble, it sparked and shimmered before recoiling and shrinking to something the size of a beach ball. As it was shrinking it was already whipping out and up towards the man’s head, the blazing energy sphere would make contact unless the Splatterer moved to avoid in the next few seconds.
Already General Freedom was preparing for the next part of the attack, even if the freak managed to avoid it, the hero of millions would act. The massive, statuesque body titled forward a bare fraction of an inch. The cobalt blue energy swirling around his feet glowed with such intensity that the tile beneath him darkened, as he clenched his fists into ham like mallets. A low hiss of escaping breath left General Freedom’s lips, his eyes narrowing a moment as he waited with anticipation. Already the left side of the Splatterers body was in his cross-hairs, the damaged tissue would be his canvas and blood his palette.
Not this time though, no, the star-spangled hero shifted the focus of his force bubble. Perhaps the entire body was not the target maybe the head. General Freedom already figured that the man would be strong enough to resist the pressures the bubble brought to bear, even if he had only one arm. No, he had to focus on something else. That ugly, rage filled mug was it.
With one arm, it might be hard to get the bubble off his head, probably not though, there was that time when General Freedom faced off against Jotun, the largest man he had ever faced. The giant had been able to insert a hand against his cheek and with an incredible display of strength keep the 6 tons of pressure from choking him out. However, it allowed General Freedom to use a bus and batter the giant’s legs until he was barely able to stand.
As the bubble collided with the anger fueled kick of the Splatterer, he pulled it back a bit then whipped it forward towards the misshapen head of the man before him. It might work, it might not, all he needed was a few moments when he had the upper hand and he would unleash a flurry of blows on the man’s exposed side. Any man, no matter how strong yielded when any pressure is applied to an exposed wound for any length of time. The pain took over, flooding the pain receptors with overwhelming stimuli and rather than suffer it, they would give in.
Staring at the twisted, raged filled face, General Freedom knew that if he yielded, if he did not defeat the man before him, he would die. Worse, the city would suffer as well. That General Freedom could not allow. As the foot collided with the bubble, it sparked and shimmered before recoiling and shrinking to something the size of a beach ball. As it was shrinking it was already whipping out and up towards the man’s head, the blazing energy sphere would make contact unless the Splatterer moved to avoid in the next few seconds.
Already General Freedom was preparing for the next part of the attack, even if the freak managed to avoid it, the hero of millions would act. The massive, statuesque body titled forward a bare fraction of an inch. The cobalt blue energy swirling around his feet glowed with such intensity that the tile beneath him darkened, as he clenched his fists into ham like mallets. A low hiss of escaping breath left General Freedom’s lips, his eyes narrowing a moment as he waited with anticipation. Already the left side of the Splatterers body was in his cross-hairs, the damaged tissue would be his canvas and blood his palette.
Well I leave it open to DJ he can request I use another character if he wants.
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So if An is acceptable who will post first?
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So if An is acceptable who will post first?
Well this should be interesting, a sound manipulator against a gravity manipulator.
An Gan Xu
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 187 lbs.
Reach: 77.2 in
Physical Description: An Gan Xu is a tall man with a lean muscled body; broad shoulders, thick sinewy arms and narrow-hips, with solid muscular thighs and legs. With hazelnut brown eyes and shaggy black hair, An looks like any other young Muay Thai fighter wearing loose pants and tee-shirts. Around his neck, he wears the necklace of Mali Warat, considering it his most valuable possession.
Skills:
An is a deadly Muay Thai fighter having been trained by Mali Warat, learning how to incorporate his mutant ability to control gravity with his strikes. An’s muscles provided the force, but it is his uncanny speed of hand and foot that make him deadly. An is a supremely well rounded athlete with extreme conditioning. His shins and forearms are toughened to the point where he can break several thick bamboo rods in two with a single strike. An has learned to control his mutant gravity powers to the point he can incorporate them with his martial mastery making him a potent supernatural opponent.
Powers:
Gravity Control- An is a master of gravity. He is able to lift and move objects, fly by manipulating gravitational forces and otherwise control gravity. He has mastered several feats utilizing gravity.
(A) Gravity Blast- By manipulating micropockets of intense gravity using his strikes, he can bash and batter a target by increasing the kinetic power. He has battered buildings into rubble, damage armored cars and destroyed vehicles with a single kick. His punches measure well over 2,550 lbs. of force, and his kicks registered 3,777 lbs. of force normally. When using this power his punches equal 5,780 lbs. of force and his kicks are 8,565 lbs. of force. Note that he cannot physically strike these objects or he will break his hand or foot. Rather he stops an inch from contact transferring the action into a micropocket of gravity that transfer the blow to the object/person he is striking.
(B) Gravitational Field- An can alter the gravity in a given area. He can alter the gravitational pull up or down by .5 g’s. (Earth normal gravity is 1g). He can increase or reduce gravity by a maximum of 4 g’s (.5gs per prep) The weight of objects in the field, which ranges out to 30 yards (90 feet) is affected either increasing or decreasing by an equal amount. (A 100 kg/220.46 pound object in a 1.5g field weighs 150 kg/330.69 pounds. That same object in a 4g field weighs 500kg.or 1102.31 pounds). Something in a zero-g field weighs nothing, while something in a negative g-field fall upwards until out of the zone of influence and fall back. An can be selective in this ability, increasing the mass of some objects, decreasing others and leaving others alone. A creature or object that becomes too heavy cannot move or be moved and may collapse under its own weight if it becomes heavy enough.
(C) Gravitational shield- An can project waves of gravity around himself. Doing so provides an excellent defense against incoming projectiles and deflects hand-to-hand physical attacks by either having them drop or rise away from him. This shield does not affect pure energy attacks like flame or electricity.
(D) Gravitational flight- An can fly in a limited and slow manner at a rate of around 40 m/s (90 mph) maximum.
History:
An is a young man, tall and muscular in stature, the lean body curved and shaped by the years working his family’s farm during his youth. The small village became the target of the South Thailand Insurgency fighters, who came burning and slaughtering the people, taking the young girls and woman. The boys and men slain where they stood, well not exactly, they were offered a chance to fight first, yet none of the farmers had experience as a fighter. When they refused to take the weapons offered, the insurgents murdered the men where they stood.
An fled from the village, hiding in the hills having seen the convoy approach while he had been working the sugar cane fields. As the insurgents made their way from the carnage and fire, their minds bent on rape and other sports they reserved for the woman they captured. In an anguished cry An watched his sisters dragged away and his mother shot down. This was too much, An in a rage somehow made the large truck the men had come in lift up then sudden smash down on the gunmen.
Terrified at what he had seen, unaware that he was the cause of the truck killing the men, An made his way from the horrific scene. Turning one last time to see the place he grew up, burn to ash. Running during the night and hiding during the day, An, lost and confused, found a ruined temple complex in the forests along the Malay border. For the nine-year-old boy it was truly traumatic experience and one that shaped the next few years of his life.
Upon waking from his fitful slumber, An explored the ruins, finding a small antechamber under the main floor. Inside he found a small statue made of pristine jade holding a gold and jade necklace. Upon closer inspection An realized he had stumbled upon a statue to Mali Warat – the God of Justice. Falling to his knees, he begged for assistance from the God. As he pleaded, the necklace fell off the outstretched hands and landed before him. Putting the necklace around his neck An found himself transported to another time and place. Before the mighty God Mali Warat stood before him, his stern scowl told An all he needed to know; Mali Warat would teach him to exact justice.
For the next thirteen years An learned the arts of Muay Thai and Silat from Mali Warat, additionally he slowly mastered his control over gravity with the guidance of the God.
Now An, at twenty-two is older and much . . . much wiser, having mastered his gravity control as well as his martials arts during the rigorous training under Mali Warat’s stern eye. An is fast and has strength that is often hidden by the baggy clothes he wears, couple that with his gravity control he has begun exacting vengeance and administering justice to those who bring undue suffering to those unable to defend themselves.
Age: 22
Sex: Male
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 187 lbs.
Reach: 77.2 in
Physical Description: An Gan Xu is a tall man with a lean muscled body; broad shoulders, thick sinewy arms and narrow-hips, with solid muscular thighs and legs. With hazelnut brown eyes and shaggy black hair, An looks like any other young Muay Thai fighter wearing loose pants and tee-shirts. Around his neck, he wears the necklace of Mali Warat, considering it his most valuable possession.
Skills:
An is a deadly Muay Thai fighter having been trained by Mali Warat, learning how to incorporate his mutant ability to control gravity with his strikes. An’s muscles provided the force, but it is his uncanny speed of hand and foot that make him deadly. An is a supremely well rounded athlete with extreme conditioning. His shins and forearms are toughened to the point where he can break several thick bamboo rods in two with a single strike. An has learned to control his mutant gravity powers to the point he can incorporate them with his martial mastery making him a potent supernatural opponent.
Powers:
Gravity Control- An is a master of gravity. He is able to lift and move objects, fly by manipulating gravitational forces and otherwise control gravity. He has mastered several feats utilizing gravity.
(A) Gravity Blast- By manipulating micropockets of intense gravity using his strikes, he can bash and batter a target by increasing the kinetic power. He has battered buildings into rubble, damage armored cars and destroyed vehicles with a single kick. His punches measure well over 2,550 lbs. of force, and his kicks registered 3,777 lbs. of force normally. When using this power his punches equal 5,780 lbs. of force and his kicks are 8,565 lbs. of force. Note that he cannot physically strike these objects or he will break his hand or foot. Rather he stops an inch from contact transferring the action into a micropocket of gravity that transfer the blow to the object/person he is striking.
(B) Gravitational Field- An can alter the gravity in a given area. He can alter the gravitational pull up or down by .5 g’s. (Earth normal gravity is 1g). He can increase or reduce gravity by a maximum of 4 g’s (.5gs per prep) The weight of objects in the field, which ranges out to 30 yards (90 feet) is affected either increasing or decreasing by an equal amount. (A 100 kg/220.46 pound object in a 1.5g field weighs 150 kg/330.69 pounds. That same object in a 4g field weighs 500kg.or 1102.31 pounds). Something in a zero-g field weighs nothing, while something in a negative g-field fall upwards until out of the zone of influence and fall back. An can be selective in this ability, increasing the mass of some objects, decreasing others and leaving others alone. A creature or object that becomes too heavy cannot move or be moved and may collapse under its own weight if it becomes heavy enough.
(C) Gravitational shield- An can project waves of gravity around himself. Doing so provides an excellent defense against incoming projectiles and deflects hand-to-hand physical attacks by either having them drop or rise away from him. This shield does not affect pure energy attacks like flame or electricity.
(D) Gravitational flight- An can fly in a limited and slow manner at a rate of around 40 m/s (90 mph) maximum.
History:
An is a young man, tall and muscular in stature, the lean body curved and shaped by the years working his family’s farm during his youth. The small village became the target of the South Thailand Insurgency fighters, who came burning and slaughtering the people, taking the young girls and woman. The boys and men slain where they stood, well not exactly, they were offered a chance to fight first, yet none of the farmers had experience as a fighter. When they refused to take the weapons offered, the insurgents murdered the men where they stood.
An fled from the village, hiding in the hills having seen the convoy approach while he had been working the sugar cane fields. As the insurgents made their way from the carnage and fire, their minds bent on rape and other sports they reserved for the woman they captured. In an anguished cry An watched his sisters dragged away and his mother shot down. This was too much, An in a rage somehow made the large truck the men had come in lift up then sudden smash down on the gunmen.
Terrified at what he had seen, unaware that he was the cause of the truck killing the men, An made his way from the horrific scene. Turning one last time to see the place he grew up, burn to ash. Running during the night and hiding during the day, An, lost and confused, found a ruined temple complex in the forests along the Malay border. For the nine-year-old boy it was truly traumatic experience and one that shaped the next few years of his life.
Upon waking from his fitful slumber, An explored the ruins, finding a small antechamber under the main floor. Inside he found a small statue made of pristine jade holding a gold and jade necklace. Upon closer inspection An realized he had stumbled upon a statue to Mali Warat – the God of Justice. Falling to his knees, he begged for assistance from the God. As he pleaded, the necklace fell off the outstretched hands and landed before him. Putting the necklace around his neck An found himself transported to another time and place. Before the mighty God Mali Warat stood before him, his stern scowl told An all he needed to know; Mali Warat would teach him to exact justice.
For the next thirteen years An learned the arts of Muay Thai and Silat from Mali Warat, additionally he slowly mastered his control over gravity with the guidance of the God.
Now An, at twenty-two is older and much . . . much wiser, having mastered his gravity control as well as his martials arts during the rigorous training under Mali Warat’s stern eye. An is fast and has strength that is often hidden by the baggy clothes he wears, couple that with his gravity control he has begun exacting vengeance and administering justice to those who bring undue suffering to those unable to defend themselves.
Sure Dj start the thread I'll post my character as soon as I am finished.
That is a crap analogy, and if I make a better pie, guess what people will buy a better product. It is the law of business.
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