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Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

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The hand holding the stone sword loosened slightly and the desiccated head tilted to one side, as if in surprise or thought. Maybe both. It was clear now that those present, and perhaps anyone that he might now meet, might not take kindly to his appearance.

After a moment of absolute stillness he looked down at the dart that struck over his heart, ignoring those present for a moment. It's form reminded him of a bolt from a crossbow, which might have been an inconvenience. But this seemed to be a pointless weapon, the impact having gone almost unnoticed.

"Where is this place?"

Tool repeated the question and looked at the shield raised by the Heavy. With a slow, thoughtful motion he reached out with his free hand and touched the shield. He did not sense any Warren, Elder or otherwise that could have created it. The barrier was simply there, alien and unknown. He spread out his hand against the shield and turned his empty eye sockets towards Reinhardt's face.

"And who are you, that would bear arms against one that has offered you no battle?"

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

The swirl of dust coalesced into a shape. Not quite human but instead more squat and robust. It was also, unmistakably, undead. empty eyes sockets stared out and an impossibly ancient stone sword was held lazily by an arm covered in withered flesh.

In his eternity of existence he had visited countless cities and delved into many warrens of magic but this one was unfamiliar in every way. He tightened the grip on his sword and looked about with his senses. There were people but their features and clothing were as alien to him as the buildings. He was deaf to even his own warren and that of his people.

Onos T'oolan collapsed into dust.
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After several moments he appeared near a trio of people. One of them towered over the others and even the shortest was of even height than the T'lan Imass. The tallest reminded him of a Malazan heavy, large, solid and covered with unyielding armour.

His head turned slowly with a muted creaking, although the movement was unnecessary for him to look around. He found that it made mortals more comfortable if he affected a mortals mannerisms. And so, when he spoke his mouth moved with the words, though that too was merely a human affection. The voice rasped but otherwise lacked any accent or inflection.

"Where is this place?"

@Raineh Daze@VitaVitaAR

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Border —

Indrau rode near the front of the column, his left leg hanging loose from the stirrup and with an unpleasant look upon his face. he'd only just returned from his solo investigation before being pulled away on a pair of extra expeditions.

He was unhappy.

It wasn't the weather, the food or the lack of sleep. Indrau hurt. The knight had taken a long time to finally get the knack for escaping from a fight unharmed and a hundred minor and major injuries had taken their toll.

Not only this but now he had his adopted sister to deal with. This was an issue that he was doing his best to ignore for the time being.

— Border —

With no horse large enough for her, she walked. It wasn't an issue and it wasn't difficult for her to keep up. Salz had walked from the Indrau estate and now she at least had others to travel with.

Though the one that she had come for, the reason she had joined the knights, was ignoring her.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

-I'm a dumbass-
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Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

Onos T'oolan (Tool)

• Name: Onos T'oolan (Tool)
   
• Universe: The Malazan Book Of The Fallen
   
• Appearance:
  
  _{"Despite the sorcery, three hundred thousand years had taken their toll. The skin that stretched across the squat man’s robust bones was a shiny nut brown in colour, the texture of leather. Whatever flesh it had once covered had contracted to thin strips the consistency of oak roots – such muscles showed through torn patches here and there. The creature’s face, what Toc could see of it, bore a heavy chinless jawbone, high cheeks and a pronounced brow ridge. The eye sockets were dark holes."}
   
• Personality: Even at his great age, Tool continues to change through his, abnormal for his race, contact with humans. He changes more now in the service of the Malazan empire than ever before. Where there was once a merciless killing machine there is now a being full of compassion and caring. One that abhors senseless voilence but is capable of fearsome anger. He is a great believer in justice, willing to fight to the end for any cause that he sees as being just.
  _{"If by our sacrifice - yours and mine,' said Onos T'oolan, 'the pain of one life can be ended; if, by our deaths, this one can be guided home... we will judge this a worthy cause."}
   
• Powers/Skills:
  
  • Ritual of Tellann: A ritual that bound an entire race to a moment in time, irreversible binding their souls to their bodies in a form of immortality. The T'lan Imass cannot die but are by no means indestructible. Even with their bodies pounded into pieces they continue to exist.
    
    Tool can return to the dust that he would have become if not for the ritual, traveling great distances before reforming in his physical form. He can travel across water this way buy can only find his shape on dry land.
     
  • Sword Skill: Tool was known the First Sword of the T'lan Imass, the most skilled individual out of their entire race. He weilds his stone blade as if it were weightless, with inhuman speed and precision.
     
• Brief Bio: The story of Tool is the story of his entire race, the T'lan Imass. The Imass race was once a mortal people, one of the founding races long ago. They entered into a war with the Jaghut, powerful, nearly immortal giants that claimed power over the land, ice and cold. This was a war that they were losing. In response the entire Imass race bound themselves through the use of a ritual to an eternity of immortality.
  
  Giving up their mortality allowed the Imass race to fight the Jaghut on equal footing, throwing themselves into a war of extermination that lasted three hundred thousand years. Eventually the T'Lan Imass, including Onos T'oolan, encountered the young Malazan Empire and entered into service under its emperor.
  
  Tool is the last of his clan and so possesses a freedom of action that is singular among all of the Imass. He freely chooses his own path and develops closer friendships with mortals than any other individual of his race.
   
• Equipment: Flint Sword: An ancient, unbreakable flint sword.
   
• Other: Though the T'lan Imass are immortal, they are far from invulnerable. Members of their race are tougher than a mortal but can be broken and dismembered until they are ineffective.

Character Crossover Crisis City: Reboot

Here we go.

Onos T'oolan

• Name: Onos T'oolan (Tool)
   
• Universe: The Malazan Book Of The Fallen
   
• Appearance:
  
  _{"Despite the sorcery, three hundred thousand years had taken their toll. The skin that stretched across the squat man’s robust bones was a shiny nut brown in colour, the texture of leather. Whatever flesh it had once covered had contracted to thin strips the consistency of oak roots – such muscles showed through torn patches here and there. The creature’s face, what Toc could see of it, bore a heavy chinless jawbone, high cheeks and a pronounced brow ridge. The eye sockets were dark holes."}
   
• Personality: Even at his great age, Tool continues to change through his, abnormal for his race, contact with humans. He changes more now in the service of the Malazan empire than ever before. Where there was once a merciless killing machine there is now a being full of compassion and caring. One that abhors senseless voilence but is capable of fearsome anger. He is a great believer in justice, willing to fight to the end for any cause that he sees as being just.
  _{"If by our sacrifice - yours and mine,' said Onos T'oolan, 'the pain of one life can be ended; if, by our deaths, this one can be guided home... we will judge this a worthy cause."}
   
• Powers/Skills:
  
  • Ritual of Tellann: A ritual that bound an entire race to a moment in time, irreversible binding their souls to their bodies in a form of immortality. The T'lan Imass cannot die but are by no means indestructible. Even with their bodies pounded into pieces they continue to exist.
    
    Tool can return to the dust that he would have become if not for the ritual, traveling great distances before reforming in his physical form. He can travel across water this way buy can only find his shape on dry land.
     
  • Sword Skill: Tool was known the First Sword of the T'lan Imass, the most skilled individual out of their entire race. He weilds his stone blade as if it were weightless, with inhuman speed and precision.
     
• Brief Bio: The story of Tool is the story of his entire race, the T'lan Imass. The Imass race was once a mortal people, one of the founding races long ago. They entered into a war with the Jaghut, powerful, nearly immortal giants that claimed power over the land, ice and cold. This was a war that they were losing. In response the entire Imass race bound themselves through the use of a ritual to an eternity of immortality.
  
  Giving up their mortality allowed the Imass race to fight the Jaghut on equal footing, throwing themselves into a war of extermination that lasted three hundred thousand years. Eventually the T'Lan Imass, including Onos T'oolan, encountered the young Malazan Empire and entered into service under its emperor.
  
  Tool is the last of his clan and so possesses a freedom of action that is singular among all of the Imass. He freely chooses his own path and develops closer friendships with mortals than any other individual of his race.
   
• Equipment: Flint Sword: An ancient, unbreakable flint sword.
   
• Other: Though the T'lan Imass are immortal, they are far from invulnerable. Members of their race are tougher than a mortal but can be broken and dismembered until they are ineffective.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

— Italian Resturaunt —

She never even got a chance to answer before someone else who was very surely a magical girl walked in. Shizuri averted her eyes and they fell upon the girl from earlier who had run into her. She looked down at the table top.

And Shizuri had thought that being singled out by Risa had been bad. Things were rapidly getting worse and there seemed to be no clear avenue of escape. It wasn't as if she could simple leave, not after having already ordered. The only choice lay in simply weathering the mess that things had become.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Mages College —

"I just don't trust the college to not have something to do with all of this. If not all then at least some of them."

He followed her out to the main gates.

"Maybe, in my own way, I was hoping that a couple of knights poking around would force somebodies hand. A spooked conspirator would be that much easier to find."

— Candaeln —

Salz found the presence of the rope in the cart a little bit odd. But she had other things on her mind and the lack of any bodies or blood anywhere helped to ease her mind. As things were, there was little she could do, not knowing the city. All she could do was return to Candaeln and wait. At least she had finally reached Candaeln to join her adoptive brother.

Blades of Iron Roses: A fantasy Knight RP

— Mages College —

The knight straightened up his posture with the help of his cane.

"Not following you. I trust these mages about as far as I could kick their asses. I'm here to check out that skeleton that was brought in."

He didn't trust the mages in any other capacity either but Tyeathe was already seeing to the other main point of interest. His own, private thoughts were of a more sinister nature. When Tiral had explained the nature of the shard he had mentioned that the barriers around it had been eroded suddenly, even though the shard had been held for decades. It sounded like sabotage.

"If anything unfortunate were to happen it would be nice to be on hand."

@Raineh Daze