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Character sheet WIP Janus - The Prime Soul Transformed state quote:-From the report of S.T.A.B Research, Observation, and Development (R.O.D) department Thaumaturge, Dr Strong- Janus looked up from the papers, stroking his chin. Curious lot, this S.T.A.B group were. It was amusing to see how desperately they were tying to figure him out. He idly leafed through the other pages of the report. The minds behind his eyes commenting and highlighting different sections of the text. Yadda yadda yadda "hostile force of unknown intentions" blah blah blah "no known afflications to recognised organisations" ect ect ect "Recommend immediate extermination" bla- wait, what? Oh, wait, they're talking about something else. False alarm. He dumped the papers back onto the desk, already piled high with scattered documents, and turned the swivel chair he was sitting in to face the man the Shades were holding still. "So, interesting report you've got here. Don't suppose you've got an explanation as to why you tried to lure me into an ambush?" He asked lightly, observing his hostage. A merc if he'd ever seen one. Scruffy bounty hunting badass with more scars then sense. He struggled vainly against the six figures holding him still. Janus had not intended him to come back. He'd hoped to raid the place and leave with Rambo here none the wiser. Still, in for a penny in for a pound. "You drat freak! Don't think you're walking out of this alive!" The Hunter spat. Apparantly he was missing a few teeth as well. Charming. "It's lovely of you to be so concerned for me. But I'll be fine." Janus muttered, half focusing on the man. He rose from the chair, stretching. He needed to get out of here. It there were bounties being put on his head, he'd clearly overstayed his welcome. Plus pissed off someone with enough connections to get report copies from the S.T.A.B. Why did things have to be so difficult? Sure, he'd brought down that smuggling ring, but they'd attacked him! It was hardly his fault that he'd won the fight. Some people just did not known how to not let things get personal. [what do we do, Janus? Kill him?] Dakuvak, one of the shades asked. "I'm thinking, I'm thinking...!" Janus waved the question aside. He knew exactly what he was going to do. "So, first, places like this are notorious for suddenly catching fire, or so I hear. But of course, I, as an upstanding citizen of this wonderful universe of ours, would never set a place on fire myself." The Hunter narrowed his eyes in confusion. "However..." Janus continued, his voice suddenly a lot colder. "I don't have to." He raised his hand and streched his fingers. The space in the room felt suddenly wrong, like it was out of focus. The Hunter's panting breaths crystallized in the air as the temperature dropped. "I call to you...!" stated Janus his eyes glowing with a power that filled the old mercenary with a dream he had not felt since he looked into the eyes of the man who took his arm. He thought he was going to die when he looked into those eyes back then. Now looking deep into these irises glowing with arcane power, he knew he was going to die. Something unseen seized him by the head. He could feel cold long talons cradling his skull. The razor sharp points bringing trickles of blood to the surface. Something formed from that sensation. Otherworldly, wrong, terrifying. The mercenary didn't notice that the Shades had dispersed. His whole world consistid of the skull like face that he was forced to stare into. Pitiless eyes aeons old that made him feel so small and so weak. "The bargain is struck, gatekeeper! it hissed. "I shall leave you to your work." Janus replied. leaving the dwelling and closing the soundproof door behind him. The screams started soon after. But the safehouse had been designed to not let any sound out. No one knew what was happening until the entire building's fire alarms went off. Janus melted into the fleeing crowd, and was long gone before the local constabulary showed up. His heavy hood hid those bright eyes from the swirl of humanity all around him. The Super shades of Rene, Sammi, and Rags formed around him, as though they always had been there. [What's the plan, boss man?] Rags asked. Teeth bared, eager for more action. There was just no helping that guy. He'd kill the whole world if he had the chance. "We needed a way of this world." Janus stated. [But there's still so much to see!] Rene interjected, pouting. [The arena was offering a fighting torment. The local gossip said a few of the contestants were even off worlders! Perhaps you could bargain your way on board?] "That's... Not actually a bad plan...!" Janus said, supprised. Rene was not known for making the best decisions. She looked pretty pleased with herself. "Pity I have nothing to barter with." he pointed out. [W-W-Well, m-maybe I can h-help?] Sammi stammered, she was a shy little thing. But she had a knack with machines that bordered on genius. "Would you be up for doing that?" he tried to keep the disbelieve out of his voice. She gave a nervous little nod, and then leant in on him, seeking comfort from him. Janus put an arm around her shoulders without thinking about it. "Well then, we have a plan boys and girls. Lets go get us a ride." Janus nodded. Fading once more, into the steady stream of people. The great unwashed mass of humanity carried him along, away from the blazing flames that raged through the safe house, and the quickly blacking scraps of the S.T.A.B report. - - - A list of notable shades Sammi - Notably smaller than most other shades, 'Sammi' takes the form of a young girl, possibly in her teenage years. Her personality appears to be shy and nervous. Sammi is only ever seems to appear in moments of calm, often hiding under Janus's arm. Her talents seem to lie with machinery. The most likely Shade to: Want a hug. Rene - Female shade that seems to enjoy parties and dancing. Most often sighted leading a ranged unit of Shades. Reports indicate she's outgoing, and quick to take action, but may not be the best at coming up with plans. Likes to try and tease others, but seems incapable of taking it herself. The most likely Shade to: Drink too much and pass out. Rags - Sighted only when there is violence to be found. Leads melee unit Shades. Enjoys fighting, a little too much to be honest. Rags throws himself at problems recklessly. And often argues with Janus when he tries to not solve problems with murder. The most likely Shade to: Laugh when you fall down the stairs. Rosethorn - Rarely sighted. Intellectual male Shade who seems to have terrible arrogance problems. No one seems to like him. But has his uses here and there. Only ever summoned to consult. Enjoys hamming it up and being the centre of attention anyway. The most likely Shade to: Insult you until you cry, and then continue to insult you because you're crying. Argus - Appears as a kindly old man, with a stooped back. Usually surrounded by a gaggle of other shades. Provides medial aid and words of encouragement. Seems to be some kind of leader. Little else is known. The most likely Shade to: Be incapable of seeing you through his eyebrows. quote:HP: 40/40 quote:Minions: Shades quote:Janus's Attacks Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 14:34 on Feb 28, 2016 |
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The shy cyborg Inventor quote:An Arena, watching people fighting for prizes. Not the kind of place she'd thought she'd be. But apparently it was important. The pungent smell of stale sweat and spilled alcohol floated lazily through the air, like a fly with nowhere to go. Draped in the awful scent of vomit and injury. The crowd chanted and bayed for blood. The fighters gave it too them. The brutality was breathtaking in it's callousness. It honestly made her a little sick. Although that might be because she could see the boils of the man in front jiggle along with his fat every time he cheered. Sammi Cubric is not of this world. That much is clear. Especially given how she entered it. The same portal that sucked in Janus, spat her out. Which was something of a surprise to all involved. Especially Sammi, because she was under the impression that it was impossible. Her body is partly mechanical in nature, although it is unclear if these modifications happened at birth or later on. She looks completely human for the most part. But exposure to EMP causes her modifications to show through. She's managed to retain some of her abilities, but her main skills revolve around her genius grasp of technology. She can quickly manufacture items for quick use. Or spend longer making a more powerful device. The only two things that can drag her out of her shell is machines and gadgets, and desserts. Sammi speaks in a nervous stammer face to face, but through electronic means her speech loses the stammer. Though she is not much of a social butterfly, Sammi longs for the approval of those around her. Trying her hardest to help however she can. Though this can often lead to her being easily manipulated. At least until someone can point out that she's being misled. She loves cuddles and snuggling up with someone, often she'll attach herself to one person, who she looks up too like a big sister/brother. She's quick to tears, and blushing. It's entirely possible to make her do both by looking at her long enough. Due to... events in her past. Sammi can't sleep unless she has ether her stuffed animal doll or another person to hold onto, and her understanding of certain events and subjects has a childlike if not fairy tail like bend to it. Though this may be because she's far too shy to talk to people and have her beliefs challenged. Sammi is not the girl that you'd want with you in the middle of a fight. She's quiet, scared, shy, and would much rather be anywhere else. Which is why she built Mach. He's got a couple of glitches that Sammi's trying to work out of his system, but he's still her best and only option to fight back when something is trying to kill her. The rest of the time she runs and hides until the danger passes. Mechanics are said to come in all shapes and sizes, and as they go, Sammi would definitely be ranked on the small side. Her naturally shy and meek personality mean she is ill suited to field work. Preferring to stay in the nice comforting safety of the labs and hangers of her home/workplace. Now separated from her native dimension and trapped on this side, she finds herself caught in a position that she'd never dream she'd be in. Which is... unfortunate. quote:Abilities The Hedge Hawk An Anti-grav hover jet that Sammi made, works as a stealth transport jet, and can attach to Mach and act as a modular jet pack. Plus transport multiple people at once. quote:The Hedge Hawk Mach the Mech Sammi's combat mechanised armour. Scratch built, which a rush-coded AI which she has dubbed Mach. Mach is something of a problem for Sammi. Having missed out the part of the core rules that stops Mach being able to edit his code, Mach has since gained himself a lot of leeway. Especially when it comes to piloting the mech. Sammi is still working on it, but it's taking some time. Till then, Mach is a powerful tool. Capable of altering it's form to suit the needs of the situation. Giving Sammi a lot of power. However, Mach's personality is difficult to work with. Sammi is not a very forceful person, so she struggles to deal with Mach when he decides to take control of the mech. Which he can, and will do. Beyond that, he's stubborn, rude, and egotistical. But he does worry about Sammi and tries to help her. It's just his programming is not complex enough to show him where to draw the line. quote:Mech 14/6 (14) (-7) quote:Attacks - Sammi Arashiofordo3 fucked around with this message at 00:51 on Apr 6, 2016 |
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