Tantalum

The Everlasting Arena: Character Deposit

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LeeRoy said
You neglected to mention his physical strength, Tantalum. Drall, your character is accepted.

Added a couple sentences on his general strength, and clarified his powers a little better.
Edit: Also expanded on his equipment a little. He really doesn't have much to take, so I'll opt not to lock any of it.

The Everlasting Arena: Character Deposit

Mikael

Name: Mikael Ades
Age: 20
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 132lb

Physical Description:
Mikael appears as a young, pale-skinned human with a thin and fairly toned build. His rounded face is complimented by his straight reddish-brown hair of medium length. His eyes are wide and piercing; rings of firey red, encompassing his jet-black, over-dilated pupils.
He wears a sturdy brown bomber jacket, with a crimson long-sleeved shirt underneath, desert-camouflage trousers and a modern pair of black hiking trainers. A singed, fingerless leather glove is worn over his right hand.

Psychological Description:
Loud, uncooperative, self-centred and somewhat deranged. Mikael appears to take nothing he encounters seriously, and is rarely one to submit to authority.
He lives to enjoy anarchy, and desires power only to partake in greater chaos. He claims to have no personal objective, and garners satisfaction in learning what makes others tick. The thrills of fighting and sabotage have since become his only pastimes, and the promise of either may be the only sure-fire way to hold his attention.
He moves with a quirky, yet confident gait, and shivers with hyperactivity. His voice is rich yet obnoxious, shifting tones with each sentence.

Tier: 2

Powers/Abilities/Skills:

tl;dr: Parkour, High Stamina, Plasma Explosives.

Natural Abilities:
•Heightened Agility: Mikael's jumping, balance and wall-scaling abilities are exceptional for human standards, but only bordering supernatural. His legs are pretty strong, and he is able to take a 12ft fall without harm. His upper body strength lacks in comparison, but is enough to hold his own weight for an hour.
•Hand-to-Hand Proficiency: Mikael's experienced fighting style adopts Muay Thai influences, favouring highly precise kicks and elbow strikes. He is no master of the art, but he can certainly hold his own.
•Weapons Knowledge:Though vastly lacking experience, Mikael is well-versed in how modern firearms and blades are used in combat, and understands the basics of using various pistols and rifles.

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Engineered Abilities:
•PlasTec Conversion: The PlasTec Gene, in brief, was the result of a discovery to fuse an illustrious synthesized material with the human body. Though labelled as a gene, the alterations caused by it stretch beyond biological effects, altering the very laws by which the inheritor interacts with the world. Little is truly known about the material itself, and though It is assumed that different and more extreme variations exist, they have yet to be proven in practice.

Shared by all PlasTec users, any plasma, fire, lightning and non-elemental magic entering Mikael's immediate range, affects him as raw kinetic energy instead. Rather than being burned or electrocuted by such attacks, Mikael is propelled forcefully by them.

Successful PlasTec conversions often result in anomalies unique to a given individual. Research has been made to stabilise their occurrence, but to no avail. Mikael's own anomalies are listed as follows:

•PlasTec Anomaly Unique-003 [Battery]: Mikael can store impossible masses of energy within his bloodstream at a time, enough to render his physical and plasma abilities unlimited (except by his respiration). The substance within his veins is incredibly thick; he bleeds slowly as a result, and objects which puncture him are slowed to an extent. His heart rate rarely falls below 100 beats per minute, and may in fact be heard by human ear.
•PlasTec Anomaly Common-007 [Alert]: Mikael has an artificially heightened sense of awareness. Changes in his surroundings, or of people he has met, will rarely go unnoticed by him. Likewise, he has a solid grasp of his mental and physical status, letting him swiftly notice changes such as poisoning or hidden injuries.

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Engineered Powers:
•PlasTec Concept 001 [Sphere]: The first and simplest PlasTec weapon, developed and programmed into Mikael's genetics after the PlasTec conversion was successful. Due to its high stamina use, Mikael's 'Battery' anomaly has made him the only person capable of using the Concept effectively.

Mikael's signature power lets him form neon-purple spheres of plasma that have explosive force. They grow in size as Mikael charges them, which in turn increases their damage, durability and blast radius. They are less lethal than conventional explosives, e.g. a hand grenade, but will inflict knockback, burning and minor electrocution upon anyone caught by them.

Mikael charges these 'Energy Spheres' at a rate of 3ft diameter per tick, or 5ft if charging a sphere with both hands; the latter of these is considerably more exhausting. Their weight and durability can be compared to hardened glass -- yet, due to their being plasma, Mikael alone is able to shift them with relative ease.

Once having released a sphere, Mikael may detonate it instantly, or after a timer dependant on the sphere's size (a 5ft sphere = a 5-second timer before detonating). The explosion's size is also proportional to the size of a sphere (5ft sphere = 15ft blast radius). Alternatively, Energy Spheres will detonate if enough force is applied to shatter them.

Finally, these Energy Spheres share properties with Mikael's 'PlasTec Conversion'. This means that a blast from a Plasma Sphere may launch another sphere -- or Mikael himself -- at a heightened speed, without causing direct damage. By standing at the centre of a blast, Mikael can propel himself at up to 10 mph times the sphere's size. Spheres smaller or larger than Mikael can be launched at higher or lower speeds, respectively.

Equipment:
•A post-modern combat knife, 5 inches in blade length with a charcoal finish. It is either kept sheathed on his belt, or wielded in his left hand. Its materials are highly refined and robust, and the blade is a little thicker than most.
•His jacket is made from a sturdy leather, his trousers fireproof, and his shoes notably resistant to wear.
•Often carries one or several caffeinated beverages on his person.

History:
The youngest of three orphaned siblings, brought into an unnamed research project following the aftermath of a nuclear apocalypse. As the few survivors underwent altered genetics from the planet's radiation, it was discovered that a select few were compatible with the PlasTec Gene; a nigh-magical technology discovered long before the incident, but which no human was able to utilise prior.

In return for their shelter and newfound power, authorities behind the project expected the subjects to aid in their cause of ending the current world anarchy. Mikael however, who inherited the most destructive PlasTec Concept, was one of few who declined. In direct conflict with his eldest sibling, a fight arose -- causing damage across a city-wide scale, and obliterating the research base in the process. The few remaining authorities and factions branded PlasTec wielders as threats, and all that were involved were forced to scatter.

Mikael enters the Everlasting Arena as a playground to test his widely unexplored powers, and in high hopes of encountering a foe who could compare to his older brother. As an extra, any fame he garners could only help in guiding the many dozen stragglers who still seek revenge for their exile, whom he equally anticipates.

The Everlasting Arena: Main Thread

Is good to be back. Not that I ever really disappeared, but now I have reason to stop lurking here again. Expect another character up shortly x).

I would very much agree with the above; a few fanon characters tend to hold a certain stigma, but what Green lists out should alleviate the issues with most of them.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

Three successive impacts ruptured the spherical dome, exposing the grounded Conea within LeeRoy's sights. Given the spineless suit he was wearing, it came as some surprise that the opponent had not penetrated it with explosives, but never had Trey found regret in over-anticipation. Regardless the outcome had been desirable, for the dome had served its purpose of biding time.

With his Terra Stance now engaged, Trey had harnessed a stable link with the Earth's mana. In this state, he had enabled himself to alter the battleground exactly as he wanted it; however, none of these efforts appeared to be spent on further protection from LeeRoy's inevitable ranged barrage, or even a counter-attack. Rather, sounds of gravel and gushing streams were heard faintly beneath the surface -- shifting towards the arena centre, for those with a close ear -- but no changes were to be seen from above.

On reaction, Trey's freed claw struck out amongst the dome's falling rubble, and free-flowing mana sept from its points. Two large shards of earth slunk over his wrist as if they were clay, forming a weighty shield at his forearm. With LeeRoy's prior demonstration, his replacement defence would fall short of soaking a repeat attack, but he paid no mind to bolster it any further.

"Take another shot." Trey uttered through twelve bared premolars, glaring upwards at the enemy. A grainy aura encircled his form, and his skin appeared to shimmer like metal. As stout and motionless as stone itself, he boldly awaited how LeeRoy would answer to his gambit.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

Picking up on the irregular turbulence, Trey had no trouble gauging his foe's location through the ceasing igneous cacophony. LeeRoy's incessant mockeries were faintly heard, but no longer were they acknowledged; as far as Trey was concerned, he had yet to even meet the opponent before him, and he held no inclination to banter with a faceless construct.
Nonetheless, the foe had found a way to gain proximity, a less than desirable outcome. Had they dodged to either side of the wall, the objective of trapping his foe would have been an effortless procedure. An evasion into the air may not have been anticipated, but the terramancer was far from unprepared.

He made a short, yet sudden pace forwards, kicking off from his opposite leg. His body followed through like clockwork, devoid of faltering nor unnecessary motion. Upon landing, all four of his rightmost digits sank deep into the raised earth, directing his strength into the ground a second time.
Tremors were heard around the stadium once more, albeit of smaller scale to the last. In the wake of the dust, a thick, hollow 8-foot hemisphere of stone had formed in front of Trey, blocking off LeeRoy from his line of sight. Its outer was laced with spiky protrusions, no different to the rest of the wall he stood upon, and its open half left sufficient space to escape should the need arise.

Within his dome shelter, Trey's claw remained embedded into the ground; his stance held low and motionless, and both eyes were rested shut. As prodigious as his abilities were on land, he required a touch more refinement to take someone out of the sky.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

"Any other day, and I would assist you on that front." Trey agreed in jest, but shook his head all the same. It took a very particular sort individual to laugh about planet-scale genocide; the sort he had used to make grudges against, but no longer could spare the time to bother.

With fair warning given, the opponent switched weapons and broke into a sprint. Trey's walk stopped abruptly in turn, pausing with his left foot barely above the ground. LeeRoy was more agile than Trey had hoped, but not fast enough to phase him. Rather, his concerns were in his opponent's confidence to charge at him head on; unless he simply felt like chancing suicide, it seemed he had a lot of faith in that tin container he wore. Every instinctual urge pushed Trey to test that theory, but the fact was that he did not know himself how much the suit could withstand; with LeeRoy's weapons still outside of his vision, a bad guess could leave him at fatal disadvantage, and one which he would rather not risk. Indeed, at this point in time, Trey did not wish to engage LeeRoy so directly.

'Thirty yards...' Trey took a long breath, and his silver eyes narrowed. Each pace LeeRoy made signalled his vicinity within an inch of error.
'...Twenty-five...' His body raised higher, his muscles tensed, and his focus held solely on the flow of mana beneath him.
'...Now.'

With a grating roar, the Conea stamped in front with truly gargantuan strength, shaking the very foundations of the arena. A ten foot radius of granite cracked like glass, all but instants before the debris was thrown airborne in a surge of arcane energy.
At the centre of the commotion, an unrefined mass of sandstone emerged up from beneath Trey and beyond, laced with upward-pointing spikes and serrated edges. It reached ten feet high and wide -- and rippled towards LeeRoy at a threatening speed, hurling large granite shards as it shot up from beneath them. The wave would travel twenty yards from Trey in all, before tapering to a halt; LeeRoy would be caught in a nigh-unavoidable attack had be been too eager to approach, or otherwise be faced with a solid obstruction from his foe.

Trey stood low upon his end of the conjured wall, sensing for LeeRoy's response to his attack. The sharp surface was of little detriment to him, for he had already determined the areas to which he could step safely. His left leg was still holding his weight, but was apparently struggling to do so, for Trey's abilities did not come without repercussion. His muscles would recover quickly however, and hopefully before LeeRoy was able to reach him through the dust clouds and falling rocks.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

The creature he was pitted against was nothing short of his expectations. It was a typical for these beings to encase themselves in metals and ceramics, often in the ill belief that it would prolong one's expiry; but in truth, it would merely prolong a fight between mortals. Such earthen defences were of negligible use against someone who was one with the Earth - and like the opponents before him, LeeRoy would not realise this until he was broken down to his bare fists.

'I don't know whether you have the capacity to understand my manner of speech, or even my language. But I assure you, this shall be a negative experience for you.' Behind his metallic mask, the foe sure had a lot of nerve to show.
"You don't need to tell me that." Trey growled, lowering his eyes and shaking his head. His voice was deep and airy, but held only a slight undertone of malice.
"I am Trey Aragon," was his formal response, despite mimicking LeeRoy's prose to an extent. "Last remaining Conea with some sense of sanity..." at one point Trey could say this with a laugh, but over the years he had almost come to believe it. "...That aside, I don't expect to be extinct any time soon. Let us be quick."

In direct contrast to his words, Trey's start was not a rushed approach, but one which was carefully assessed. His steps were slow, weighted and unjittering, as he moved but a few paces towards the arena's centre. His short feet were lined with claws of a much more reasonable size; they lightly scraped the ground with each step, carving almost effortlessly along the smooth granite floor.

Trey's sight was not the sharpest, but his innate senses noted the arena's sound architecture; the stone beneath him was rich, as were the columns of standstone within the octagonal arena. Flowing water trickled not too far below, with few hints of it being unnatural in occurrence. He did not bet on it, but it would be satisfying to be able to keep this landmark intact while disposing of his foe.

Likewise, he barely had to pass a thought to assess LeeRoy's status. The vibration of his own footsteps gave him a clear estimate as to his weight; if anything short of another Conea was suited up inside there, Trey could expect to out-speed it with ease. His hearing and touch both picked up on the withdrawn air, pinpointing its source at the opponent's back; until he knew what purpose it served, he assumed his best course of action was to observe further.

Finally Trey's concentration returned to his main focus, sensing deep into the earth beneath. Energy began to siphon within him, absorbing steadily as he maintained a connection with the ground. Each foot landed solidly before the next step was made, and soon he had drawn himself within forty yards of LeeRoy's position. His right claw remained held in front of his chest, while his left was kept at his side, braced for any stratagem the opponent may attempt to play on him.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

The eastern gate of the sandstone coliseum rattled and closed, its frame clacking upon the darkened granite floor. Cold shadows of cloud held in place, and dense air stagnated within the confines of the octagonal battlefield. Even with desolate stands, the rising tension of battle was a feeling which one combatant would never become accustomed to.

With large, reflective irises, Trey wearily observed the battleground which he stood upon. The first warrior was of average height, yet not entirely human in appearance. His face was somewhat narrow, yet with eyes wide and apart. His hair was coarse and unkempt -- barely long enough to cover his folded ears -- and led into a short mane which ran along his back. The rest of his body was hairless; his skin was dusky and rigid, with four greyish birthmarks crossing along his bared torso. Every part of his stature was exceptionally toned and well-refined, save for his forearms and calves, which bulged with inhuman musculature.

His right arm was raised in a gradual motion, and he glanced to inspect the few tools he carried. His wide wrists were the the only part of himself adorned with armour, encased by simple rimmed bracers. Stemming from them, his short palms each housed three oversized conical claws; bone white, over two inches wide and no less than twelve inches in length. Both pairs of natural weapons flexed naturally, almost rhythmically, in wait of the opponent who would eagerly seek to be gutted by them. It would be unfortunate for both parties, yet it was also their will. Humans were such irregular people.

Trey vs LeeRoy (Tantalum/LeeRoy)

Alright. For the lurkers, this is a T1 fight with mid-powered characters. Hopefully this one will last x)

Arena

A simple arena of Sandstone, located above an underground Aquifer with small tubes on the edge that lead down to this aquifter. (This is in case you use a water based character.) The Arena is roughly 80 meters by 80 meters. It is a perfect octagon. There are four pillars near the center, they stand 5 meters tall and are 1 meter around. These too are made of sandstone. The floor of the Arena is steady and smooth polished granite. There are large gates on opposite ends of the Arena where combatants enter. There are six smaller gates, one on each of the other walls. (This is if you fight with unity characters. Or for multiple combatants.) The ambient temperature is 72 degrees Fahrenheit, slightly cool but comfortable. The sky is clear.

Trey

Name: Trey Aragon
Gender: Male
Race: Conea

info

Sentient, alien-esque humanoids who are well-suited to harsh and underground climates. Identified by their giant claws and alluring eyes, they boast unmatched levels of strength and endurance. Although most are short-sighted, they make up for this with an acute sense of touch and hearing.

Appearance: Trey has a narrow and streamlined humanoid build, 5'10" in height, well-built and weighted towards his lower limbs. Inconsistent light-brown skin, decaled with four grey horizontal stripes crossing his torso as birthmarks, as well as several faded blade-scars.
Somewhat narrow face, with exceptionally-wide eyes bearing reflective silver irises. His dark-brown, unkempt hair is barely long enough to cover his folded triangular ears. Has an almost canine-resembling nose, though the snout it rests above is too short to be noticed. Thin mouth, rounded chin, no facial hair.
His palms and soles are notably smaller than most humanoid races. Three excessively large claws replace where he would be expected to have fingers; bone-white and conical in shape, 12 inches in length, 2½ inches in diameter at the knuckle, and comparable to diamonds in their durability. His thumbs and toes are also replaced by claws of a much more reasonable size.

Personality: Skeptical and wary, yet calm and assertive. Unknowingly looks down upon other beings, Humans especially. Though slow to anger, he will turn to violence as quickly as his enemy does.

Armor/Clothing: A worn pair of stained-brown (originally light-grey) denim trousers, held up by a simple rope belt. A refined steel bracer is worn around each forearm; undecorated, 6 inches long and rimmed on each edge.

Weapons: None besides his claws.

Equipment: A steel-rimmed visor which filters red light. Kept attached to his belt.

Physical Abilities:
•Conea Prowess: The signature trait of his race, Trey's outer musculature is monstrously strong and durable, enabling him to lift and balance a metric ton without repercussion. Said musculature holds the consistency of leather throughout, is resistant to both heat and cold, and even if damage is taken, strains and bruises (but not cuts and crushes) will restore within a matter of seconds.
Despite the power behind his movements, they are also incredibly limited in speed. Without the use of the below ability, Trey could not raise his arm fast enough to throw an object. This limit in speed makes him unable to run, and limits the motions he can make on immediate reaction.

•Tendon Drive: The second most renowned trait, Trey holds the experience to override the limits of his musculature through the extension of a limb, resulting in movements and strikes that are are as tremendously fast as they are powerful. Such an ability grants him immensely powerful melee attacks and an unmatched jumping ability.
Performing a Tendon Drive drastically overextends every muscle attached to the limb being 'driven'. The self-inflicted damage lessens his resistance temporarily at the affected points. Trey must wait for it to fully restore (one full turn) before he is able to use the same limb again.

•Heightened Reflexes: Trey's reflexes are at the peak of Human ability.
•Endurance: Trey has good stamina compared to a Human, and an incredibly durable skeleton to match his weaponry. Due to years of experience with his Tendon Drive ability, he is able to cope with pain and injuries to an extreme extent.
•Enhanced Senses: Trey has exceptionally precise perception of vibrations, along with remarkable hearing, humidity perception and smell (in the order which he prioritizes them). His large eyes provide a widened arc of view, but he relies on his other senses due to short-sightedness.

Special/Magical Abilities:
•Terra Resonance: Trey can manipulate the earth directly around him, injecting magical prowess via forcefully striking the ground (through the use of a Tendon Drive). He can use this externally, summoning nearby spikes or walls of stone; or innately, further hardening an area of his body's surface (up to 2 square feet at a time). The range and potency of this ability doubles for each successive charge beforehand.
Upon each use of this ability, Trey may detect other metaphysical energy sources within a small range - including that of other persons if they happen to be in contact with the ground.

•Terra Siphon: One step further than the Terra Siphon, Trey embeds one of his claws deep into the ground, tapping directly into the flow of mana beneath. Contrasting from Terra Resonance, his manipulation now extends to control grounded metals and liquids. Through this, he can strengthen the entirety of his exterior, and draw water to filter his wounds and bloodstream.
After holding this stance for a turn, his elemental prowess increases from simple summons up to true magic-based terraforming, and Trey can shift the landscape within a 200-yard radius (5 cubic yards at a time) as he sees fit. He is able to charge his attacks to create sudden shifts, or to strengthen his hardening or cleansing abilities. The stance ends if any of his limbs detach from the ground.
As he capitalises on the surrounding earthen energy, it is made increasingly harder for others within range to draw magic from the same source. In addition, beings standing within range are indiscriminately treated as magic sources; depending on Trey's proximity, they may suffer gradual draining of their own energy if they remain in contact with the ground.

Nexus Of Worlds Multiverse

Ironically, Nobody and Alpha were the two guys that my last post addressed... Everyone who hasn't disappeared is just waiting on someone else to start posting IC, and I'd count that to be at least 6-8 of us including newcomers. I think that would be enough, but it's pretty hopeless if I can't get someone to make the jump with me.
Sorry Skalla. At least this iteration lasted a few weeks longer than the others.