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Just a random guy, doing random things. Main RP: Hell's Coffee Lounge Current RPs change often enough that it's too much effort keeping a list of them updated.

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Angel! You're back! ^^

Want me to write you in? I could have Amon or 'It' appear in Bob's HCL, or they could show up at one of the 3 events currently occurring.
@Kaichiiro

Hiya!

And yeah, I do ^^
When the call had gone out for more capable agents, the doctors had realized it was time to finally field test their weapon. A project long in the works, a soldier who would match even the most capable of mutants in combat. Armed and armoured in the best technology Heliod could provide, and nearly unkillable. He was the Fist of Heliod, the genetically engineered killing machine.

Clad in his full armour, Micheal walked through the door, as well as some of the wall on either side. His broad armoured frame left imprints with each step, a walking tank with the power of a bulldozer in each punch. His very steps left imprints on the stone floor, each boot lined with the text 'Heliod was here', left firmly printed into the rock. Perhaps one might have found this funny, but it was clear from Micheal's face that he did not. In fact, he looked like he would find Funny and kill it's mother.

"I heard you needed capable men. I am ready to serve Helios in any way necessary." The voice was deep and strong, although just slightly inhuman in nature. It was hard to mimic the human voice perfectly, and while nobody could quite define what it was, Micheal sounded.... off. Like a doll that looks so human, but just a little bit too plastic. "Where is the enemy?"
Holy mother of Walls of Text.

Also, Raven, when I described the creature to you I was talking about Kihaku. Who had no intention whatsoever of hunting you down. I can roll with this, state that you encountered some sort of Soular Predator that had been devouring lost souls in Drac's Forsaken Realm. But please be careful when jumping to conclusions ^^

Then again, the creativity is always appreciated (=
@Tyki@supertinyking@Teoinsanity

Even from where she was, the Voidwalker could sense someone was trying to mess with her portal over the crib. Had she focused her power, she could easily have maintained the portal in that particular area. She could further most likely have fired some beams at Teo, but at the moment she had other things on her mind. Because everyone and their mother seemed to be suddenly intent on killing her, although this was hardly surprising considering she was about to blow the entire place sky-high. As such, the portal closed fairly rapidly, giving Teo the chance he would need to grab the child.

Several incoming portals, she could sense them with the same ease another might be able to see. The being below her was attempting to warp part of it's body into her stomach, an attack that would most likely have resulted in her death. However, it's understanding of teleportation was infantile compared to her complete mastery of the subject. It was like the fleeting attempts of a toddler to outdo their dad. Shot lived and futile. The hand instead appeared in front of the Supernova, where it was almost instantly annihilated by the rapidly expanding wave of energy, it's very atoms separated into protons and neutrons, reduced to a superheated plasma. Any further attempts by the creature to teleport it or it's body parts would have the same result, quickly discouraging it from this tactic. Even when outdone in speed, strength and durability, Void could not be outdone in her control of portals.

The second portal was a less agressive one, merely used for transportation. However, she had neither the time nor the attention span to allow a combatant to engage her in close combat. Being forced to dodge attacks beyond those of the creature would most likely take up too much of her attention, and force her to shut down her Supernova. Instead, she caused the being to emerge in front of the Supernova, where it would already begin burning even from mere proximity. If it were not to escape it's predicament, it would find itself reduced to plasma, following the fate of the wire creature's arm.

Ozzy served a far more practical purpose. Instead of merely placing him in mortal danger, she placed him in mortal danger AND used him as a human shield (demon shield?). He came falling through the portal instead of stepping, as it opened pointed downwards and gravity pulled him through. Before he would be able to react to this unexpected change, he would find himself hitting the wire creature's first attack, the wires most likely instantly attempting to wrap around and trap him.

She fended off the rest of the wire creature's attacks in similar manner to before, blasts of energy and physical attacks blowing any wires that came too close to pieces. If it somehow managed to make it's way through the assault even so heavily damaged, the portal it reached for would disappear and reopen somewhere else long before it could begin draining it. It had chosen it's opponent poorly, as it's ability to drain relied on touch, and Voidwalker was an expert at relocation. Even after all this time, it hadn't been able to grab even the slightest bit of Voidwalker's powers, both her form and her portals eluding his every attempt at grabbing her.

The ground below would begin heating up rapidly, as stone started melting and the atmosphere seemed to boil. Waves of radiation were streaming through the portals, causing everything below to rapidly heat up. Organic cells would be broken down, the ionising radiation inflicting damage directly to the DNA. Any being not intensely resistant to heat would be forced to seek shelter from the radiation, which could melt even metal within a matter of moments.

In about 20 seconds, everything was going up in flames.
((Guys, Voidwalker's about to Supernova everything. After the previous two posts of buildup, nobody has been able to block it out. As such, I would recommend you move your characters to a safe location ASAP. You may stay and try and last-second it, but any characters not out of the line of fire by my next Voidwalker post will most likely be obliterated. For this very purpose, Voidwalker will only block weak portals leading outside, allowing an avenue of escape.))

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KIhaku was so near her goal. She could feel the life slipping out of Nathan as she tore him apart. Her darkness completely covered him, and had dug it's way deep into his skin. Any other being would have died from such treatment, and even Nathan was reaching his limits. Soon, she would have killed him, this abomination that had dared harm Logar. And yet, there was still something. Some power within him, that seemed to be expanding, a massive surge of energy that shot outwards.

Beams of light tore through her, burning her as she cried out, screaming. Her very essence seemed to burn, as her world became one of the purest agony. Not just her souls, but her seemingly immortal body was being destroyed. She could feel it, the death from which she had emerged reaching for her once more, aiming to drag her down into the infinite, cool darkness of the underworld. She almost wanted to do it, to simply let go, to die. She would simply dissolve, nothing left of her but the fragments of a thousands souls, dissolving to return to the Cycle of Life. Maybe she'd be reborn somehow. Her separate pieces, at least.

But no. She had a goal. She could not die here. She could not escape the promises she had made.

So she hid from the light in perhaps the strangest of manners. Sacrificing her body of darkness, she forced herself onto a new host, a body capable of containing the mass of Souls that served as her core. Drawn in by the vacuum left by death, she rushed into Nathan's body, her damaged form huddling within it, becoming one with it.

Nathan's skin turned pale white, as if he had been spontaneously transformed into an albino. His hair and clothes became pure black, a shroud of darkness around his form. His eyes glowed bright red, reflecting the unholy power maintained within. And with a hoarse cry, with the voice of a hundred wailing wraiths, the newly reborn Kihaku let out her lamentations, a roar of agony that would shake the molten walls of Drac's castle.

She would need to escape, Voidwalker would level everything soon. With the last of her strength, she opened a portal to Nocturnus, a planet constantly shrouded in darkness. It was there that she would rest, and regain her strength. Of course, unknown to her, her act had had an unexpected side effect. In that Nathan's soul had not been destroyed, rather left to it's own devices, fighting to prevent itself from dissolving into nothingness.

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Cosmos hissed at Raiden as he jumped out from the water. He held up a hand to turn any use of the Force against him, already calculating the necessary arcane formulae in his head. However, it seemed the Sith was too intelligent to attempt to use magic against a being of Cosmos' particular skillset. Instead, he attacked with his lightsaber, detonating it in close proximity. Cosmos was launched backwards by the unexpected blast, the shrapnel penetrating his ribcage as his organs were pushed to a stop. With a simply enchantment, he forced them to continue their function, the shrapnel being pushed out of his chest as he stood back up.

"Allow me to show you that an Archmage need not rely on the power of others." He twisted his hand, waving an enchantment of protection around himself. A wall of force that would deflect incoming attacks. A secondary spell deflected and controlled the radiation that was streaming down from the portals far above. Deadly lances of immense heat were shot in Raiden's direction, blasts that turned the very air to plasma and would do the same to his body if he allowed it to.
@ShadowVentus
Damnit man, I thought you'd gone forever! What happened? How have you been?

You better reply, or I'll have to start tracking your IP and knocking your house down.
Name: Micheal Cooper

Alias: Fist of Heliod

Age: 2 years

Gender: male

Alignment: Helios

Skills:
Instructed in almost every fighting style known to man, Micheal is a martial arts monster. He's an expert marksman with a variety of weapons, and has a wide knowledge on technology. He further has an assortment of situational skills, including survival techniques and hacking, as well as cooking and cleaning. He's capable of learning far faster than a human being.

Powers:
Whilst Micheal isn't a mutant, he's certainly superhuman. He's about 10x strong, and 4x faster than a human being. His skin is formed from a special multi-layered crystaline structure similar to spider web, making it 4x stronger than Kevlar. His bones are harder than steel, and his rib cage has grown together into a bulletproof shield in front of his vital organs. He has backups of most of his vital organs, including a secondary heart and lungs. His enhanced immune system makes him immune to almost any form of disease or poison, and while he feels pain, he has no negative reaction to it. His senses are far more capable than those of a human, allowing him to see in the dark as well as having several other perks.

In short, Micheal is superhuman in every aspect. Everything a human can do, he can do better. And he can do several things human beings cannot, such as consciously controlling his hormonal balance. He was made to be the perfect super soldier, capable of going toe to toe with even the most dangerous of mutants without resorting to mutations.

Equipment:
The SL-X4 Power Armour was constructed specifically for the Genesis Project. It's a suit of armour so heavy that even with the built-in electromotors, no human being would be able to wear it. It is, for all intents and purposes, a walking tank. Constructed out of nanotube Barium and several other modified alloys, it's harder than diamond and completely and utterly bulletproof. Even anti-tank rifles have a hard time piercing this thing's outer shell. The downside being that it's incredibly heavy, slowing down even Micheal to human speeds. It fully compensates for it's weight, however, and he can fight just as well while wearing it as when not wearing it.

In addition to this, Micheal has access to many pieces of high-powered weaponry, many of which were designed so that only he in his suit could handle the recoil. Tank cannons that have been removed from said tank, and handed to him. Massive railguns, and gattling guns that fire 20mm shells of pure death.

Personality:
Micheal is unquestioningly loyal to Helios. Due to his genetic programming the standard ingrained love towards your family is instead directed towards the entirety of Helios. He will follow their orders without question, and avenge the deaths of Helios personel with unmatched fury and devotion. He is not one for thought, but rather for action, seeing himself merely as an instrument to make the world a better place. He wishes nothing more than to be the stepping stone used by Helios to improve the world.

History:
It wasn't the first time Helios tried to create a superhuman soldier by far. It was, however, the most successful. Using the powers of several healing mutants, they were capable of synthesizing and combining organs in order to create a homemade human being. Not simply human, but more than human, with the capabilities of ten men. The process was a unique victory after a slough of defeats, and to this day Micheal is the only time Helios has been able to create new life fully functional. Whilst others might be cybernetically augmented, none could match the power of Micheal. And the absolute loyalty was certainly a perk in Helios' eyes.

He spent a period of two years being instructed in every form of combat known to man. Getting accustomed to his weaponry and his gear, even as it was adapted for his particular form. He was their one and only supersoldier, and they weren't going to throw him away. There were too many mutants who could still kill him. Only now, when he has been fully tested and briefed, is he authorized to be used in missions. He is Helios' trump card, a one man army who is already known among the troops.

Appearance:


Other: Couldn't find a pic for him without armour, will add one later ^^
@Teoinsanity

Teo would find the child on a dead world, in the empty halls of a fallen civilisation. This world had been struck by Alucard, and he had devoured every last particle of organic material on the world. He had drank the oceans and breathed in the atmosphere. The only reason the child could survive in the remaining conditions was the still functioning life support systems, that had activated long after any member of the species would be able to appreciate it. Whilst it would certainly be possible to take the baby, a small Portal above the crib suggested that the Voidwalker was keeping an eye on it even now. And she could appear before him in an instant, severely damaging his chances of making it out of here with the child, or even making it out at all.
@Tyki@RavenTLark
The Voidwalker looked down, as hundreds of wires shot up to take hold of the portals. If they reached them, it would become a problem. As such, she set up a pattern of portals linked to various harmful effects, as everything from bullets to blades to lasers blasted the wires from the side, ripping them to shreds, cutting them in half, or melting them together. If an occasional wire did manage to close in on one of the portals, Void simply closed it and reopened it somewhere else. Continuing her assault of minor attacks that tore at the wiring, as the creature found itself stretched thin to assault both Voidwalker (who was about a km(0.6 miles) in the air) and Kihaku.

In approximately 40 seconds, everything below Void would be incinerated by the raw power of a supernova, channeled through her portals.

Far below, the wires seemed to abandon Bahamut. Whilst he was far from completely drained, there were far tastier meals all around. However, even without his magic Bahamut was naturally immensely strong. He had devoured the power of the Gods of his world, and had ascended to the power of a God through that. At supersonic speeds, he started grabbing at and ripping at the wires, tearing them to pieces. This act clearly weakened the creature, and Bahamut had little magic to lose to the contact. If necessary, he would attempt to reel it in like a net and crush it into a lump of steel.

Of course, that was when everything started flooding. The flood seemed to spurt out of the thick earthen floors of the Forsaken Realm, as if someone was calling up some long forgotten underground lake. But there were no lakes below the Forsaken Realm, and the water was clearly mystical in nature as it started burning the wire creature. The Omegans wearily floated above the water, avoiding it's touch. They weren't sure if the stuff would hurt them. Only Cosmos stood still, simply causing the water to swirl around him, leaving himself completely dry. A fairly simply enchantment for a mage of his caliber.

Kihaku had felt the sting of the wires, but not for long as they were either pulled away or otherwise occupied. Spread over so many people, there just wasn't enough wire to go around, esspecially as more and more of the stuff was destroyed. Instead, she chose to attempt to finish off Nathan, her shadows pulling her up above the water. It would be best if Logar would have nothing but ashes to bury, and to ashes Kihaku would reduce the demon she held.

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Raven found herself transported from a world of death to more of the same, as she was surrounded by the souls of the damned. Whilst certainly a change of scenery, the thick green fog and large stone palace provided little distraction from the fact that this too was a form of afterlife for those who fit in nowhere else. Much more interesting, perhaps, were the many strange and exquisite beings that inhabited this place, and were currently in the midst of a battle.

Most remarkable was a being of shadow that she could sense within the palace. For Raven's every sense would tell her that it was merely an amalgamation of souls, of fallen spirits clinging together. And yet it seemed to function as a single being. An entity that had emerged from the conglamerate souls of dead soldiers. Combining their power to not simply cheat death, but to create new life from death. A form of undeath far greater in complexity than a mere zombie, and far greater in power. Easily a thousand souls were trapped within this creature, granting it their strength.

The many others she could not nearly as easily recognize with her relatively limited experience. They were certainly all magical, and she could even sense some divine power similar to her father's. But the diversity in magicks and techniques utilized in this struggle far outdid any battle she might have encountered on her homeworld.
Wherever the Predator might be, he quickly found himself somewhere else. What had appeared to be a simply doorway lead to an interior that couldn't possibly be there. A bar that extended infinitely in every direction, with hundreds of thousands of mysterious figures sitting and drinking at the many tables. Space age beings in power armour, equipped with strange and powerful weaponry. Ancient Gods from long-lost worlds, calmly debating their return to power. Demons, Angels and Spirits from every mythology ever invented, real or fake, dotted the walls. His many sensors nearly overloaded as he observed a being that seemed to exist only as an infinite 1-dimensional line capable of sentient thought, warping the very laws of physics around it.

Through this pandemonium strode a singular figure that seemed to encompass the chaos around it. The figure appeared to be a human male, or perhaps a female. It seemed to change, depending on the angle you looked at it with. It's form seemed to move almost fluidly, always defined as one shape or another, but constantly shifting. It smiled in his direction, and instantly seemed to stand before him.

The physics of this realm seemed to violate science as the Predator and his race had understood it. The energies being manipulated were devoid of the laws imposed upon other universes, mere manifestations of some greater will into form and shape. Even the most doubting of thomases would be forced to admit that this entire place was either magical, or a particularly lucid hallucination.

"It seems you're a random guest. Welcome to Hell's Coffee Lounge. Can I get you anything?" The figure addressed him in his home language, as well as several languages that had been spoken by no living tongue in a hundred years. It somehow pronounded them all at once, conversing not in words but rather in meanings. The brains of other beigns simply interpreting them as speech, reverting the raw meaning into their more primitive medium of communication. Most beings defined by a singular consciousness were incapable of conversing in pure information, forcing the constraints of language upon it's transfer.
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