supertinyking

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@ShadowVentus@Wraithblade6 @thewizardguy @Tyki
Mithias, no doubt currently feeling the approuching Hive fleet, could sense something else in the distance, a hint of power, of life, so powerful that he's able to pick it up without much trouble. Micheal could feel it as well...as for Hyen, he runs back into the clone ship they exited, and quickly they power up, shields flashing, cannons coming to life with a glow of destruction. The entire fleet lights up, an awe inspiring site from their angle. Jack and the Abassador, and Stephen can also see this. Just then, a voice chimes though on all of the comes.
"return to the ships, we've an biological threat approuching the planet. We're going to intercept them and draw them away, or destroy them." A woman's voice states, and the Soldiers all retreat to their ship.
"....Biological threat? This must be different than the chaos..." The Ambassador says, turning pale. "..We'll meet again, you two...Hopefully." He says, before he as well leaves, boarding his ship, before they begin to take off.

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Name: Darven, the biomancer.
Appearance:
Age: 85 Normal Earth years. Or, so it seems.
Species: Altered Human.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Darven is an extremely shy, reclusive person. When he is forced into interaction, he'll be deceptive about himself, creating confusing, contradictory stories that will leave everyone confused as to who he really. He considers himself a perpetual failure, for an event unknown to everyone else. However, he does strive to help others...seeking to make up for this colossal failure he apparently holds himself responsible for.
Bio: Not much is known about Darven. Nothing, is really known about him, other than stories floating about the more prominent multiverse fairing organizations that he is in fact a lot more dangerous then he seems.
Abilities:
Biomancy: Biomancy is in fact magic that involves manipulating, and creating life. In this, Darven is a master. He is able to sew split flesh back together with nothing more than incatation and focus. He can turn a baron sandy desert into a lush forest, given enough time. This power is bolstered the more life is near by, so he'll be far more potent in let's say, a rain forest, than in a baron desert. However, he has a baseline of power that no matter the lack of life near by, he'll be able to preform at. Given time, he can create new fantastical creatures from little more than plant matter, and water. However, this power comes at a cost. The more powerful the creature, the longer it takes to create, and the more it will drain Darven. This magic works off Darven's fatigue. For example, if Darven wanted to create a creature able to fight beings like a Decepticon, it'd take almost a week of constant work. However, there is a way to speed up the process...start from a base. If Darven is able to obtain the body of a dead thing, he can build upon it, increasing the speed at which he's able to build his creations.
He can, if need be for a torture method, alter the body of living creatures, which causes immense pain. He can even, if need be, switch the gender, or species of another creature, but this takes a long time to complete, several hours of work in which any sort of being could mount a rescue operation or..something.
Universe of Origin: Unknown. Speculation, his home universe was destroyed.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Tyki
"We've a rouge element, send a squadron of soldiers to come pick up this trash." The Ambassador says into a phone, and he stares directly at Stephen while he does, and soon a group of soldiers arrive, men with Sci-fi armor and weapons that seem a teir above the soldiers that were with the Ambassador at first.
"Also, it's not a minute thirty you moron, the Chaos have no idea where we are. They're currently searching for us, giving us time to set up defenses. Just another admission of ignorance on your part." The Ambassador growls, as the Soldiers motion for Stephen to come along with them.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@thewizardguy @Tyki
"You won't have to fight...if we cannot evacuate, we're going to need to shield this planet from their attack. Your techknowlogy as we've seen it will hold not a match to theirs. We'll engage them in orbit of the planet, and hopefully not let them though. Even if they go get though, we'll be leaving soldiers on the ground to deal with them. They've not the advantage of surprise this time......" The Ambassador says to Jack, before turning to Stephen.
"As for you, pull something like that again, and I'll have you arrested for trying to incite panic during a diplomatic mission. I don't care who you are, I will not allow you to lie to these people to spread fear and chaos. Am I understood, boy?" The Ambassador growls to Stephen, obviously not a fan of his little stunt. "They won't be able to create a warp storm over the planet...Klonos has seen to that. Their teleportation will also be disabled, as the field she's exerted will allow her to divert attempts at teleportation for the current time to a prison ship, filled with specialized holding cells even these chaos worshipers won't be able to escape. We've the situation under control."

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Lmpkio @thewizardguy
"....Destroyah, huh? Killed gods, and goddesses? Well then, that changes things..." Tiny says, picking himself up from the dust he was left in by Destroyah's attacks. He'd almost dodged it...almost, as it's seen he's missing his right arm, the attack sheering it right off. Blood, however, was not trickling out of the wound, it being cauterized by something. Magic? The attack itself? Who knows...But, one thing's for sure, it looked like it hurt like a bitch.
"...Hmph...Ok, how about we make a little deal then. I could keep dodging, and healing, wasting each others time until you manage to kill me, which could take hours..or..I say we do something a lot simpler. You let me charge an attack for..let's say..5...10 minutes. If you survive my attack, well, I'll be a sitting duck, all out of juice. However, if I manage to beat you with this attack, you'll leave me, and the person I'm looking for alone...how does that sound?" Tiny says. Again, this was a bluff. He knew if he had that much time, he could take Destroyah, but if she saw though this, it'd be a matter of minutes before he exhausted his powers healing himself against her attacks. This was, really, his only shot...and even then, he wasn't sure if it would work.

Dragon ball Roleplay!

@supertinyking@Zerofighter
((Guys? Guys?))

Multiverse Rising (Always in need of New Friends)

Name: Darven, the biomancer.
Appearance:
Age: 85 Normal Earth years.
Species: Altered Human.
Gender: Male.
Personality: Darven is an extremely shy, reclusive person. When he is forced into interaction, he'll be deceptive about himself, creating confusing, contradictory stories that will leave everyone confused as to who he really. He considers himself a perpetual failure, for an event unknown to everyone else. However, he does strive to help others...seeking to make up for this colossal failure he apparently holds himself responsible for.
Bio: Not much is known about Darven. Nothing, is really known about him, other than stories floating about the more prominent multiverse fairing organizations that he is in fact a lot more dangerous then he seems.
Abilities:
Biomancy: Biomancy is in fact magic that involves manipulating, and creating life. In this, Darven is a master. He is able to sew split flesh back together with nothing more than incatation and focus. He can turn a baron sandy desert into a lush forest, given enough time. This power is bolstered the more life is near by, so he'll be far more potent in let's say, a rain forest, than in a baron desert. However, he has a baseline of power that no matter the lack of life near by, he'll be able to preform at. Given time, he can create new fantastical creatures from little more than plant matter, and water. However, this power comes at a cost. The more powerful the creature, the longer it takes to create, and the more it will drain Darven. This magic works off Darven's fatigue. For example, if Darven wanted to create a creature able to fight beings like a Decepticon, it'd take almost a week of constant work. However, there is a way to speed up the process...start from a base. If Darven is able to obtain the body of a dead thing, he can build upon it, increasing the speed at which he's able to build his creations.
He can, if need be for a torture method, alter the body of living creatures, which causes immense pain. He can even, if need be, switch the gender, or species of another creature, but this takes a long time to complete, several hours of work in which any sort of being could mount a rescue operation or..something.
Universe of Origin: Unknown. Speculation, his home universe was destroyed.

Figured I'd make a good guy to use, as Roshan is difficult to...have play nice with others.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Lmpkio @thewizardguy
"Hmph. I am surprised. If you're some sort of demon, hoping to throw me off with your looks, you did a crappy job." Tiny says, bluntly. His right arm lights up with red lighting, as quickly, he touches the ground, dropping down. This strange power surges down into the decrepit soil, and Tiny grins.
"...I'll give you a chance to leave, now. There is someone here of far greater power than either of us...I need to find them." Tiny speaks, but his cocky attitude which was present just moments ago, totally gone. "This person may be the greatest chance of saving this world as we know it. If you intend to fight me, or otherwise delay me..I will destroy you."
Of course, Alice could hear this. She could feel, something close to a tingling feeling rising from the ground. Everyone could. The sick began to feel revitalized. The wounded, saw their wounds close up at a far faster rate, one visible to the naked eye. Alice and Destroyah could feel aches and pains of all sorts vanish, being replaced with this tingling.

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Lmpkio
Hehehehe. Good luck....

Hell's Coffee Lounge: You're gonna have a bad time....

@Lmpkio
Tiny's head snapped over to it, as if he had heard whatever was lurking. Slowly, he raises his staff, and smiled. "...I suggest you come out of the shadows. I'm an old man, it's not like you'd have much of a fight against me anyway. I'd at least prefer to see what's going to kill me..."
It was a bluff of course. Tiny had heard the hissing, and now was confronted with a foe he knew nothing about. He was stalling, waiting to see what it was, so he could fight it. Some how. Some way. He felt panic coursing though his veins, an old familiar rush. Was he going to die here? For once, he bothered to ask that question..it'd been so long..since he cared enough to.