Zobozun

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

@Unoedipal
He doesn't have any guns though, just training with them. A GAZ is a type of car.
Besides, if anyone is going to have training with firearms, I'd say it's the unhinged Russian kill-golem.
Also I was under the impression one couldn't cast magic without a crest but if not then alright.

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

"Scrap? You must be a hell of a mechanic if you can make something like that out of scrap."

Ray continued to watch the ground for anything that looked like a large depression, occasionally looking up to tune what few short-range scanners the Hyllos possessed, clearing his map of radio-born fuzz.

"For me, I was a hotshot no-name recruit in the Armed Police Unit, Gallop. We were tasked with bringing down an incursion of Mad Cars, machines that had been hijacked by the Bydo- actually, maybe I should start at the beginning. Where I come from, humanity has been at war with the Bydo Empire. I don't know the full details, but from what the lab boys and my old drill sergeant told me, they're some kind of bioweapon from the 26th century, come back in time to wipe out the whole of humanity. So they'd hijacked this place's infrastructure and rounded up a whole bunch of mutants- poor bastards hadn't even realized they'd been taken."

Reflexively, Ray reached under his seat for a pack of cigarettes, before remembering he no longer smoked. Could he still smoke? If he could talk, that must mean he still had lungs and a mouth, right? It felt so natural, being like this. Like his body had always been meant to be this way. He shuddered.

"Sorry. Remembered something I shouldn't have. Anyway, after my Gallop days, I joined the Space Corps. Got my nickname during the conflict with the Solar Liberation League- from what I recall, it came down to conducting research on the Bydo and something about ethics. I was a soldier, so I didn't pay it much mind. Long story short, we won, the Bydo attacked again shortly after, and I ended up transferred away from the front after sustaining life-threatening injuries, which the lab boys took as permission to turn me into... well, this. Can't really complain, since I signed the forms when I was recruited and all, but damned if I didn't give them hell all the same. After that-"

A faint depression appeared on the edge of Ray's map. A glacial valley? No, too rounded, and it looked like it had a steep dropoff after the first twenty meters. More telling, Ray felt- tasted? The telltale pulse of a living creature. The sinkhole. He set the Nova to stand by above the depression as a relay station, allowing the pair to remain in touch with the base if anything went wrong. Preperations made, he slowed to a hovering stop as they reached the edge of the phenomenon.

"Looks like we've found our target, Mr. Nagare. Careful on your way down, the walls might be fragile."

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

@Unoedipal
Think mine is fixed.

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

@Unoedipal
I was just going with him being a golem or something. After looking up what fate homunculi are supposed to be like I guess it's fixed more or less.
To be honest I can't make heads or tails of this Willy Wonka bullshit and I just want to ham it up with time traveling robot Rasputin. In order:
-I think it's fixed
-Physical with an emphasis on being really hard to kill
-Okay
-Meant to put magic crest
-I think it's fixed
-I assumed knowing how alchemy works and practicing it were two different things since it's a form of magecraft but if not then okay
-Okay
-Sure let's go with that

Fate/Stagnant Apotheosis

Rasputin

Name: Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin

Gender: M

Age: Unknown

Personality: Zealous, loud, and bombastic, Rasputin has the air of one who lives in the moment. He possesses a strange and terrifying charisma that acts like a magnet for the mentally unhinged, and Resputin himself is only too eager to help with their requests. Power-hungry by nature, rather than trust, he seeks to become necessary to people, preferring not to give them a choice in working with him.

Appearance

Biography: Rasputin is an artificial human, created by an unknown (but presumably Russian) mage with the intention of using the grail to travel back in time and replace the real Rasputin in order to create a timeline where the Czar rules over Russia into the modern day and forms the United Imperial State of Russia. Whether this plan will actually work, time will tell.

Family History: N/A

Origin: Alchemy

Elemental Affinity: Earth

Number of Magic Circuits: C

Quality of Magic Circuits: D

Od: E

Magecraft: Capable of some weak healing spells, wards against disease, minor suggestions to weak-willed humans, and the like. The limits of his artificial body's capacity for magic are made up for by its absurd durability and self-regenerative powers. Rasputin's most unique skill is the internal furnace, an automated magical "factory" of sorts that runs the length of his digestive tract and allows him to shape and reforge any matter he swallows and integrate it into his body if he so chooses. This does not allow him to change the nature of the matter, merely shape and refine it- that is to say, he couldn't turn lead into gold, but he could swallow hematite and regurgitate an iron knife.

Equipment:
Hypnotic Pendulum - a simple pocketwatch engraved with spells, it allows him to put people to sleep and strength the effects of his healing magic and powers of suggestion.
Bulletproof vest - Not actually needed since his own durability far outstrips the protection offered by the vest, he keeps it around because it helps maintain the illusion that he's human.
A 1982 GAZ-24

Skills: Some first-aid training; an odd, inhuman charisma (not in a politician way but in more of a crazed street preacher way); unnaturally strong and tough for his size and build; broad knowledge of Russian myth, alchemy, chemistry; a surprising mastery of sleight of hand techniques; basic firearms training; fluency in russian, english, japanese; certified electrician; skilled at both violin and guitar; fantastic singing voice; Russia's greatest love machine.

Other: He's sterile and has severe tourettes, defects from his nature as a homunculus. As a homunculus, he's built for strength, toughness, and self-repair above all else.

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

THIRTY MINUTES LATER
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Under the frozen sky and constantly shifting blizzards, the sinkhole was proving something of a hassle to find. It didn't help that the planet's environment prevented both satellite and tectonic mapping, and to top it off neither the pair's machines nor the Nova were equipped with more than their respective bare minimum navigation packages, Simply put, Ryoma and Ray were flying blind.

"...You know, it's kind of funny.", Ray spoke as they rocketed through the perpetual storm, "I used to eat that kind of stuff up, back in my Gallop days. Now just hearing the word "justice" sets my stomach churning.", Ray banked his machine left to avoid scraping a glacier, "Justice... It's easy when you're just hunting down some violent, no-name thugs, but-", he sighed, "-ah, never mind. You've got better things to do than to listen to an old soldier's rambling."

Besides, Ray had seen the glint in Ryoma's eyes. There was bloodlust, yes, but it was something more than that. Something deeper. Ray had seen eyes like those. Eyes that qualified you to pilot the R-13.

Those were the eyes of a man who had something worse to fear than death.

"So how'd you end up with Sandman's unit? Pardon my saying this, but you don't seem the type to buy into all the justice talk."

Boku no Hero Academia

Atsuko Higa

Height: Varies
Weight: 87kg
Name: Atsuko Higa
Age: 16
Personality: Atsuko's a helpful, sunny sort of girl who is always willing to stick her neck out for others. Sadly, she's also dumb as a box of rocks.
Short Bio: The bastard offspring of an Okinawan hot springs owner and an American soldier, Atsuko spent most of her life helping out at the inn and performing odd jobs to support both herself and her mother. As a result, she was never very close to with her classmates and had far more experience dealing with adults and the elderly. Worried that her daughter's current lifestyle would lead to a sheltered existence, and (though she would never admit to it) more than a little tired of dealing with Atsuko's clumsiness, Ms. Higa encouraged her daughter to apply to Yuuei and become a hero.

Quirk: Rokurokubi
Atsuko's Quirk manifests as a prehensile extendable neck with an upper length of roughly 50m. As a side-effect of this Quirk, the muscles, skin, bones, and assorted tissues of her head, neck, back, and hips are ridiculously dense, granting the ability to perform stone-splitting headbutts and the like. As a side-effect of being so top-heavy, she loses her balance easily and has bad limb coordination in general.

Other: She's very talented at cooking and housekeeping.

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

"You'd be... Mr. Nagare, yes?"

Ray looked the man up and down. Scruffy, well-built, with a glint of psychosis in his eyes. If it weren't for his way of dress, Ray would have thought he was some sort of mountain hermit. Ray hoped he'd gotten the name right- he'd only been at the base for a couple weeks, after all. Ray held out a hand.

"I'll be in your care while we're scouting out the sinkhole. Need anything before we ship out?"

Hopefully he isn't one of those justice nutters, Ray thought to himself as he eyed Ryoma through his faceplate. A moral compass was all well and good, but Sandman's "justice" seemed a more suited to the Crusades than a modern battlefield- an adrenalin junkie high on a holy battle was the last thing you needed on a recon mission.

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

You weren't doing anything so I assumed we were meant to make our own fun.

Omniverse: Brink of Annihilation

1st Lieutenant Raymond Crawford, alias Justice Ray, was worried. This was normal- the natural state of a Space Corps pilot was anxiety, given the average survival rate of a Space Corps operation. He glared at his fellow pilots through his featureless visor as he passed them in the hallway. Where was the discipline? How much training did these guys have? Checking his map, he took a left, then a right. According to the red-haired guy in the mask, Ray would be able to meet his CO here. He pulled upen the door.

"Lt. Crawford, reporting. I'm looking for Commander Sandman?"

Ray strolled into the pool brandishing a small electronic tablet, scanning the room for his purple-haired superior officer. Christ, what a clown. Who did this guy think he was, anyway, giving those cheesy speeches and waving that goofy cane of his around? Was there a single person stationed on this base who could take things seriously?

Ray walked up to Sandman, saluting before holding out the tablet for his CO to take.

"It's about the seismic activity two weeks ago. Apparently, between that and the terraforming project, it's opened up some kind of sinkhole or grotto in the southwestern hemisphere. It's all there on the tablet, if you'd like to take a look. Now, according to your assistant, er...", Ray stopped for a moment. What was that guy's name, again? Crow? Corvid? He'd have to ask one of the maids later.

Ray shook his head and continued, "Well, according to your assistant- and to tell you the truth, I've been feeling this too...", Ray looked up at Sandman, "Something's woken up down there, sir. Some kind of suspended animation, it looks like. And whatever it is, it's something big enough and mean enough to survive being buried under a million tons of ice and rock for hundreds of years and survive. I was ordered to ask your thoughts on the subject."