Tomia wrote:"Now you die punt machine!"
I'm assuming you meant puny machine.
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by The Starlight » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:21 pm
Tomia wrote:"Now you die punt machine!"
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:22 pm
by Siliarba » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:23 pm
by The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:24 pm
Baxten wrote:OK, so this app is a WIP at the moment. I'm posting it so I can see how long the story is on a computer. Also, it's easier to add nice little touches to make it more visually appealing on a computer.
Species: Demon
Backstory: Vega was made out of the fires of hell by Satan himself long ago. Vega was supposed to become a super-soldier for the Legions of Hell. Millions of years ago, he escaped after millennia of training. Vega was a roamer, traveling the ends of the universe for more millennia, just looking for a home. He learned about many different traditions and cultures from many different galaxies. Vega was shunned by the people of the universe, as they thought he brought pure evil, and they weren't completely wrong. Everywhere Vega went, he caused chaos, destruction, and lots of death. Legend has it that he slaughtered whole species because they made him angry, but this is highly unlikely. He is, however, directly responsible for millions of deaths across the universe when he travelled. Vega visited so many planets and could never find a place to stay. He was about to give up all hope until he came to Earth, where he made contact with humans in a city called Gotham. He saw the brutality and primitiveness of the people there, and he loved it. Vega was also amazed that the humans even tried to fight him, and he would kill groups of them in one hit just so he could amuse himself when he was bored. Vega loved seeing the death and destruction around the world, and how warlike humans were. He travelled the globe, content with his new home. Vega now resides in a cave on a small island near the East Coast of the United States. He can be described as a complete psychopath, caring for absolutely no one's life whatsoever. Vega has a very cold and intimidating demeanor, and the only thing he finds joy in is killing people for the fun of it.
Powers and Abilities:-Superhuman Speed and Agility
-Superhuman Strength
-Superhuman Durability and Stamina
-Limited Teleportation
-Ability to Breath in Space
-Flight
-Ability to emit Energy Beams from his Fingertips
-Ability to Make Portals to Hell
-Hellfire Manipulation: Vega can summon the fires of hell and perfectly control it, using the flames for anything he desires
-Supernatural Combat: Since Vega has been alive for millions of years, he knows everything there is to know about combat
-One-Man Army: Due to Vega's millions of years of training, he can fight whole army's by himself and defeat them with ease
-Dark Manipulation: Vega can control shadows and the darkness for his bidding
Weaknesses:-Holy and Divine Magic.
-Vega is a megalomaniac, and has a very bad superiority complex.
Destructive Capacity: Island Level
Speed: Mach 33
Durability: Continent Level
Lifting Strength: Class P
Striking Strength: Class NJ
Standard Equipment: Vega possess a type of magical armor from hell that can protect him from any simple weapons such as guns and swords. He is still susceptible to holy magic and holy weapons.
Intelligence: Very books smart and knowledgeable about many things
Optional stuff
Theme song:
Random Facts about your character:[/spoiler]
by Baxten » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:25 pm
The Republic of Atria wrote:Baxten wrote:OK, so this app is a WIP at the moment. I'm posting it so I can see how long the story is on a computer. Also, it's easier to add nice little touches to make it more visually appealing on a computer.
Species: Demon
Backstory: Vega was made out of the fires of hell by Satan himself long ago. Vega was supposed to become a super-soldier for the Legions of Hell. Millions of years ago, he escaped after millennia of training. Vega was a roamer, traveling the ends of the universe for more millennia, just looking for a home. He learned about many different traditions and cultures from many different galaxies. Vega was shunned by the people of the universe, as they thought he brought pure evil, and they weren't completely wrong. Everywhere Vega went, he caused chaos, destruction, and lots of death. Legend has it that he slaughtered whole species because they made him angry, but this is highly unlikely. He is, however, directly responsible for millions of deaths across the universe when he travelled. Vega visited so many planets and could never find a place to stay. He was about to give up all hope until he came to Earth, where he made contact with humans in a city called Gotham. He saw the brutality and primitiveness of the people there, and he loved it. Vega was also amazed that the humans even tried to fight him, and he would kill groups of them in one hit just so he could amuse himself when he was bored. Vega loved seeing the death and destruction around the world, and how warlike humans were. He travelled the globe, content with his new home. Vega now resides in a cave on a small island near the East Coast of the United States. He can be described as a complete psychopath, caring for absolutely no one's life whatsoever. Vega has a very cold and intimidating demeanor, and the only thing he finds joy in is killing people for the fun of it.
Powers and Abilities:-Superhuman Speed and Agility
-Superhuman Strength
-Superhuman Durability and Stamina
-Limited Teleportation
-Ability to Breath in Space
-Flight
-Ability to emit Energy Beams from his Fingertips
-Ability to Make Portals to Hell
-Hellfire Manipulation: Vega can summon the fires of hell and perfectly control it, using the flames for anything he desires
-Supernatural Combat: Since Vega has been alive for millions of years, he knows everything there is to know about combat
-One-Man Army: Due to Vega's millions of years of training, he can fight whole army's by himself and defeat them with ease
-Dark Manipulation: Vega can control shadows and the darkness for his bidding
Weaknesses:-Holy and Divine Magic.
-Vega is a megalomaniac, and has a very bad superiority complex.
Destructive Capacity: Island Level
Speed: Mach 33
Durability: Continent Level
Lifting Strength: Class P
Striking Strength: Class NJ
Standard Equipment: Vega possess a type of magical armor from hell that can protect him from any simple weapons such as guns and swords. He is still susceptible to holy magic and holy weapons.
Intelligence: Very books smart and knowledgeable about many things
Optional stuff
Theme song:
Random Facts about your character:[/spoiler]
Weird lookin' dude. But he's accepted.
by Charmera » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:29 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:32 pm
Charmera wrote:Alright. There's my Deus Ex Machina esque thing for the day.
Honestly I'm not sure...
by The Silhouette of Adventure » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:34 pm
by The Starlight » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:34 pm
Charmera wrote:Alright. There's my Deus Ex Machina esque thing for the day.
Honestly I'm not sure...
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by The Silhouette of Adventure » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:35 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:36 pm
by The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:38 pm
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:39 pm
by The Starlight » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:39 pm
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:40 pm
by Charmera » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:40 pm
Zarkenis Ultima wrote:And here, we see a wild Shittonicus Charactericus, coloquially known as Charmera, in its natural habitat. It seems to be displaying behavior expected from one of its kind, producing numerous characters and juggling them with its front paws.
by The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:41 pm
by The Rebel Alliances » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:41 pm
The Starlight wrote:Rebel Force: Noun - A strange power associated with street-level characters who are the weakest, yet most powerful of all.
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:43 pm
The Republic of Atria wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Isn't Otis in the Vault with everyone else though?
I'm talking about after she gets them out first.
Rob as a little girl
by New Rob Halfordia » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:47 pm
The Republic of Atria wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Isn't Otis in the Vault with everyone else though?
I'm talking about after she gets them out first.
Rob as a little girl
Siliarba wrote:I stayed out of his way and let him do his thing, but the guy is a monster, a thing worse than cancer that needs to be removed and destroyed.
Kiris the korrupter wrote:Article 1 yb REMOVE new rob halfordia for being annoying cunt new rob halfordia toxic poster rob interaction like injecting toxic into eye
by Baxten » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:47 pm
The Republic of Atria wrote:Zarkenis Ultima wrote:
Isn't Otis in the Vault with everyone else though?
I'm talking about after she gets them out first.
Rob as a little girl
by The Starlight » Sun Oct 25, 2015 5:52 pm
"It gives me no joy to do this, my friends. But if you have not heard the name of the All-Mother, it must be taught to thee. I am Valka Silverhand," she said to them, stepping aside to evade the swing of one Mjolnir. "Goddess of Forging," she said, summoning a huge warhammer and smashing it into the Thor. "Goddess of Metal." She used her metal hand to wrap uru metal around one of their faces, blinding the Thor. "Goddess of Fire." Thrusting out her hands, a fireball sped towards the third Thor. "Goddess of Thunder!" Reaching out her hand behind her towards the Ark, the hammer-that-was-broken, Mjolnir, launched into her hand, and all of the Thors watching gaped. Feeling the hammer in her hand, she whirled and smashed it into the fourth Thor, sending him flying. "I am the All-Mother of Asgard, Thors!" Gungnir floating to her, Valka grabbing it and blasting it into the fifth Thor. "And I wield the Valka-Force." she finished in a whisper, reaching out, her hands glowing. And the Mjolnirs all floated to her, obeying their mistress.
"Now, Thors, STAND DOWN." she ordered, glaring at the Corps. And one, by one, all 10 bowed, to their All-Mother. "Now, rise, Thors. She endowed each of her Thors with the Valkaforce, making them stronger than a normal Thor."
Friends, Valkyrior, Einherjar! Lend me your ears. Before us is Olympus. Yea, Olympus and glory! Before us, were once-friends. Among them number Zeus Panhellenios, Hera Argenia, Athena Parthenos the Wise, Artemis the Hunter, and many more. This is a war of gods, and yet, a war of dishonor. For we were attacked with no declaration, and while Asgard lay ruined. And Olympus shall pay dearly for that. The Olympians are great in power, but this is Asgard. WE are Asgard! I have no need to list the many feats and battles we have fought, the Ragnoraks we have endured, the losses that we've suffered. And so, my brothers and sisters, to WAR! To Battle! TO VICTORY!"
"Enjoyment? Nay, this, I do not enjoy. There is a thing we call the battle-thrill, when one partakes in an honorable and glorious battle, the blood, pumping wildly in one's veins, it is then when we are truly alive. But this? There is no thrill, no honor, no glory in this battle. I fight now, because it is necessary, because I defend my home and kingdom, because always, I am All-Mother, and a mother must guard her children and hearth above all else.
Valka, seeing him, feebly lifted a finger, raising a shield of Valka-Force energy. The bolt descended, blocked as usual, and Valka examined her inner stores. That was the last of the Valka-Force, she had feared this would happen. Zeus, floating down, paused for a respite, and then asked. "Why, Asgardian? Why do you still fight? I am clearly the strongest and most durable of us too. Why will you not yield?"
The All-Mother slowly began to rise once more, a still regal and queenly figure despite of her injuries and the smell of burning flesh that surrounded her. "Loyalty. Honor. A willing heart. That is all I ask of my people, and I will at least ask the same of myself. Moreover, Zeus, as I told Alexander of Midgard, "Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service. I am not Asgard. I serve Asgard, and all of my children. This battle, Zeus, was never truly a battle of strength. It is a battle of wills. And my willpower, Zeus, is greater than thine."
"I, foolish? Young? I do not stand beside one who wishes enslavement over the galaxy. I am not the one who sits in his mighty throne, safe while Darkseid brutally enslaves all he finds. You had the power, the allies to call upon the galaxy and defeat Darkseid. But what did you do? You formed a treaty with him, a treaty constantly broken by him. You sacrificed away your blood, you who would call himself a 'New God.' When Asgard called upon you, you failed us, and I will never forget your treachery."
"You may regret that treaty, and yet, there is only you to blame. You claim to act for the good of your people, when the good of the galaxy would be served by annihilating that abomination you stand beside.Age does not mean wisdom, Highfather, and something tells me that you have not consulted the Source in this matter, afraid of what it would tell you. I sacrificed a hand for the life of a friend, and that I find pride in," said Valka, clenching her metal hand. "I have died many times for Odin and for Asgard, in many a Ragnarok, I have drank of the wine of Valhalla. I have looked upon the realm of demons, I have trod paths by moonlight that gods dare not try by day. I survived the End of Everything, and yet you call me young. I am Valka Silverhand. Goddess of Forging, Metal, Fire and Thunder, The All-Mother and Skymother of Asgard. I was the Last Daughter of Asgard, I am the Scion of all Asgard and I will not be denied!" she yelled, the Valkaforce gathering around her.
"Stand aside, Highfather, and go back to your world. You will not defeat me today,"
"Ragnarök, has indeed come. Why so soon, I know not, nor do I care to know, at the moment. I have few new words to speak to thee, Asgard. Those words I spoke in the halls of victory: Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination. We have lived well, and I am proud to have thee as my partners in battle today, no finer could I wish for. It has been an honor to serve thee, Asgard. Valhalla, not death, is our destination. Life and Ragnarök are simply the journey to that good night."
"This is not our first Ragnarök. Many of you know your fates," said Valka, glancing at Thor, who would slay the World-Serpent Jorumgandr with his final breath. And for others, including myself, it is not written what our final deeds will be. But do not become resigned to fate, Asgardians." she stated, her eyes flicking out, sensing that there was little time yet. A Midgardian told me of a poem that was written some time ago, that I shall speak to you, Asgardians."
"Do not go gentle---" she began, interrupted by the horn of Heimdall, summoning them to the battle ground. She lifted a hand as some of her audience turned to the door, hands on hilts. "But it seems that time is fleeting, so I shall speak it upon the battle plain. I shall say this to complete my words."
"If this is to be our twilight, our final day, let us fight like never before. Let us fight like the legends of old. And let us die like gods!" she shouted, lifting Gungnir with a roar, the Valkaforce sparking in her eyes, the All-Mother tossing her Mjolnir to Thor Odinson for their final battle.
And so it began.
A few days later, four to be exact, the All-Mother, dining with the Valkyries and a few other Asgardians, looked up at the sky. "So it goes," she said, her back to her guests as she gazed up at the sky, a cup of elderberry wine lightly grasped. "What goes, my lady?" asked Sif. "Ragnarok. The leaves of fate whisper of doom once again, and something dark stirs in the breeze. The animals burrow into the ground and the birds fly, fly away. For it is coming." she spoke in a eerie voice none of them had ever heard before from the Goddess of Metal.
"Today, all throughout the heavens, Asgard is silent. The thunder has gone silent, for many a great warrior has fallen. They did not fall in vain, for the battle was won and we shall remember their names for eternity. They died worthy. Worthy of praise, worthy of the halls of Valhalla, worthy of the greatest of honors. Worthy they were, even, to lift Mjolnir, I suspect. They died as warriors, with a shining sword in hand, a battle cry on their lips, and the light of Asgard shining in their eyes. They died free."
"Let us give them the honor they deserve, for even now, they make their way to that shining hall of warriors, Valhalla, to feast and drink, awaiting that final day. Their journey upon this world is ending, but the story never ends. Let us hold fast to those memories of them, and chant their names in their hearts into battle. For it was an honor to fight beside them. Warriors were they, but brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, friends, they were also. Let their brows shine across the stars, as a beacon, a warning of the might of Asgard. Truly, my friends, they were the stuff of legend."
A few hours later, the Asgardians and their guest stood in the dining hall, sufficiently restored, alongside the kitchen, for this feast to happen. All of Asgard assembled, Valka stood upon the table, no longer in battle armor, but in a long, flowing blue dress. "Asgardians. I shall take a little of thy time to speak here. We are reunited. Asgard, and all its people have returned. Let us never forget our true mission, to keep the Nine Realms secure of those who would plunge it into darkness, to defend the weak, because we are strong. Let us never forget our All-Father, Odin Borson who has not returned with us. And now, to recent events. Let us rebuild this Asgard, our home, to greater glory than ever before. And then, Asgardians, to war! Olympus has returned, and seeks to cast its influence and dominion over Midgard. Let us not forget that we are not conquerors, nay, I tell you, but defenders. Guardians of Midgard, and though we receive little as result, there is strength, honor and glory. Strength within us. Honor in our hearts. And glory to be won!"
"You came to Asgard, my realm. You sought to destroy and steal. Now, die in vain, and let my face the last thing you see before you depart to that eternal night."
"But as for me and my realm, I die free." She looked at the fallen Builder for a moment, and then turned to Ronan and the Accusers who stood watching. "Above this world are free women and men fighting for their people throughout this galaxy. Those who would die before yielding their liberty to yoke. Are you a free man, Ronan?" she asked, looking at him keenly.
"Yes."
"And are there other free men and women here as well? Those who would stand and be counted? Those who would fight until they fall or are victorious."
"There are."
"Then call upon them...there is battle waiting for the righteous."
Call me StarBest High Fantasy RPer of '14 and '15
"Life before Death. Strength before Weakness. Journey before Destination""Strength does not make one capable of rule. It makes one capable of service"
"The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing"
"If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world"Tri: NS's Tolkien incarnate
Lith: Twinky-toes, Lord of Elves, and the only man to enter Tolkien's Holy of Holies
Neros: A Star Among Men and a Tolkien force of nature in relation to Elves and Asgardians.P2TM: Infinite Justice | ✎ Member - ℘ædagog | ℳadhouse
by Zarkenis Ultima » Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:02 pm
by Siliarba » Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:13 pm
by The Republic of Atria » Sun Oct 25, 2015 6:15 pm
Siliarba wrote:That moment you feel like you found the perfect picture for a character you're planning to make, only to have to reject it because she isn't wearing a bra
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