It's great that people want to help out but, unless you're a staff member, I'm going to have to ask you to refrain from posting in Join Applications.

I already asked Proto about it and he agrees with me that normal members shouldn't be posting in Join Applications. Even if you think you know what you're talking about, it's a Staff Job. While this sounds a little harsh, it is true. We, as angels, know what we're looking for in join applications. It's harsh, but it's true.

I'd also like to point out that we really don't want it becoming a normal thing, or a habit that people get into. We get that we've been swamped the past few weeks (the new changes are definitely helping with that), but we don't need the extra clutter in Join Application.

Edit: Of course, this doesn't apply to the people who submitted the join form. They would be required to reply there.

I think I missed this, but how many locations can ya be in? Lets say I make a thread at Nexus, one moving to a location, and a thread in that location while still RPing with other people at the first thread at the Nexus. Is this possible, or how does it work?

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Character name: Peregrine Mendicant.

Character source: Homestuck (Webcomic.)

Character history: A carapacian of the light kingdom Prospit, the Peregrine Mendicant was sworn to delivering letters under the title of Parcel Mistress until her exile to Earth.

While on Earth she eventually met up with two other carapacians, the Wayward Vagabond and the Aimless Renegade. They were then joined by the Windswept Questant, the former White Queen of Prospit. WV and AR created a crown for WQ, finding her attractive, but WQ gave it to PM for fulfilling her mission, making her the monarch of Exile Town.

Her new advisor, the Windswept Questant, then informs her that her role as the new queen will be bringing Jack Noir to justice, and rebuild her kingdom in a new land. Shortly after, her adviser is brutally murdered by Noir along with all of her other allies, except for WV who was grievously wounded.

She then swears vengeance and prototypes herself with WV's ring, transportalizing with his corpse into the troll's Incipisphere, to which Jack Noir has escaped. Jack Noir displays surprise/fear for the first time, as well as a bit of romantic feelings, while PM seems to be in a deep hate.

Noir absconds immediately and PM looks on while Serenity the firefly pleads with PM to help the dying WV. Able to see the trolls and kids at the Green Sun, she uses her prototyped self as a portal to transport WV to the players, hoping they will be able to aid him.

It is at this point in time that PM was transported to the Omniverse, thereby un-prototyping her and leaving the ring behind.

Physical Description: [spoiler]

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Stats:
ATK: 1
DEF: 4
SPD: 2
TEC: 3

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength - 1000 OM.

Starting Powers: Telepathy – 1500 OM.

Starting Moves:
Regisword (Physical Strength Proficiency Required) – 300 OM:
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A black sword with a Chess-themed design that is about forty two inches in length. It is to be used for stabbing and slashing, unsurprisingly, but takes a bit of time to heft and swing, kind of like a baseball bat. The name is a combination of the root 'Regis,' Latin for 'of the King,' and 'Sword.' It is also a pun on the word "regicide," meaning the murder of royalty, since it was intended to be used to slay the White King and Queen.

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Evil exist. I’ve seen it all my life… but what if it wasn’t coming for you? What if it was you?

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Within mere moments of stepping through the portal from the Nexus to the Pale Moors, Yajima was soaked through and chilled to the bone. The rain beat down harshly, and obviously had no plans of letting up any time soon. He may not be able to die (or rather, remain dead), now that he was one of these “Primes” that he'd seen mentioned on the Dataverse, but that certainly didn't make him suddenly immune to all discomfort... and it likely wouldn't save him from from hypothermia either; something which certainly didn't sound pleasant, even if he could survive it.

So it'd probably be for the best if he found Darkshire sooner, rather than later. Luckily, just in-front of him was a muddy path which led away from the gate; presumably in the direction of the settlement. Peering into the distance, through the thick curtain of water, he was almost certain he could make out a large wall a couple miles down the trail ... or possibly it was just a big rock. It wasn't like he knew this landscape remotely well, after all. Hell, for all he was aware, that lump on the horizon could well be some sort of giant monster indigenous to the area.

Suppressing the urge to take out his Dataverse device and pull up a map – he had no idea whether that thing was waterproof or not – Yajima squelched stoically down the “path”; which currently resembled a small, dirty stream more than anything else. It was no wonder the people of Darkshire were so depressed if this was the kind of weather they dealt with upon a routine basis. He'd probably be pretty depressed living here even if there wasn't an ongoing zombie apocalypse.

From what he'd read so far, the Moors had once been a bright and peaceful land, much as Camelot was now, back before the war... did the inhabitants of Darkshire truly believe that a return to those days was possible? Or were they perhaps simply seeking to avenge the loss of the land they once loved by causing as much trouble for Dracula as they could before succumbing to their inevitable, eventual defeat?

Musing over the fate of this tragic place, and worrying about just how doomed Darkshire might really be, Yajima wandered along the sopping path for a quarter of an hour or so, encountering no one in that time. Not that that said much. Between the howling of the wind, the noise of the deluge as it poured, and the waterfall of droplets clouding his vision, all it would have taken for someone to pass him by undetected would be for them to have put at least a few feet between themselves and the edge of the road.

Not that it really mattered to him, of course. He was a Prime, and Primes were immortal. He wasn't even thinking about being careful. The Dataverse was filled with stories, rumours, historical accounts, and more boasts than could be counted written about or by powerful Primes. As such, despite having read a few warnings about some Secondaries being almost as powerful as – if not more powerful than – Primes, he didn't truly believe that he could possibly die today … as far as he was concerned, the weather itself was his greatest enemy.

That, of course, was utter nonsense, as the Revenant well knew.
The Revenant – a six-foot-tall skeleton with grime-encrusted bones and a tattered, somewhat mouldy, hooded black robe – was only a secondary (summoned by a Prime long-since banished to the Underverse, along with the rest of Diablo's Army) but it was also a powerful telepath, and held a special sort of hatred for anyone who looked down on Secondaries, as well as for anyone who refused to fear death. Back when it had been human, the Revenant had been so terrified of dying that it had resorted to necromancy in order to avoid it. It just didn't seem fair to it that some people could get around death so easily, here in the Omniverse.

Unknowingly, simply by being present in its general vicinity, Yajima had infuriated the undead being.
Obviously, though, he had no idea that he was anywhere near it, and thus was taken completely by surprise when a pair of rotting, dessicated corpses charged out of the deluge and knocked him from his feet.

“Buraaaiighnnnz!” one of the zombies roared – its ruined vocal chords utterly mangling the word – it's gaping maw barely more than an inch from Yajima's face; yellow, black and brown teeth crowding its unnaturally wide jaws as a translucent, pale green, mucous-like substance which – must surely have been some sort of saliva – spattered down on his face. Half its skin appeared to have sloughed off or rotted away, and what was left was either sagging as though soon to fall as well, or had shrunk back to its bones, as if there was no fat or muscle beneath at all; which most likely was the case, actually. Its eyes were nothing more than sunken pits, and large clumps of its grey hair had fallen out in places. The only part of its anatomy which looked even remotely alive was the swollen, blistered and much-too-long tongue which twitched and convulsed madly in its mouth, dripping with that putrid saliva. Its clothing was so far beyond tattered that it now seemed to consist more of holes and tears than intact fabric. And it was filthy. Worst of all, though, was the smell.

Yajima found himself gagging, and for a moment feared that he wouldn't even manage to put up a fight; that the repugnant stench alone would incapacitate him; that he'd be able to do nothing more threatening than vomit on his aggressors as they ate him alive.

And then the zombie's head darted forwards, mouth opening even wider – too wide to be possible, in fact; as though its bones were elastic – before snapping shut around his face; its lower teeth digging into the bottom of his chin, whilst the upper ones struck the top of his head, and wherever they broke his skin, Yajima burned, as that vile ichor seeped into the cuts.

Shrieking at the pain of it, he lashed out with his fists, again and again making contact with the thing's decomposing flesh, his irises altering the their shape, changing to resemble the machina symbol; the dashed circle, which glowed a bright pink. This effect was excessively draining to maintain for extended periods, and so was normally used just to enhance a single blow. Now, though, each and every punch he threw was hitting at the absolute limit of his significantly-enhanced strength.

Normally, blows this powerful could knock back an opponent by a good few meters, yet in this case the undead abomination had its talons dug into his shoulders and his head clamped firmly in its mouth, and was holding itself in place with its own not-insignificant strength … strong as it may have been, though, it was also fragile.

His strikes tore through flesh and shattered bone with ease. The monster was clearly even more frail than a regular human. As his hands pierced its chest, over and over, he could have sworn that he felt something (or rather, some things) crawling upon him, as if they were being knocked free when the oily, rotten flesh burst and fell away every time one of his fists landed. Was the zombie seriously filled with maggots?

He'd have been repulsed if he weren't so terrified. The pressure on his skull was growing by the moment. It likely wouldn't be much longer before his bones began to snap. He screamed again, as his vision began to blur … and then the monster licked him, and some of that foul slime found its way into his left eye.

Oh. The. Motherfucking. Pain.
It made the burning in his cuts seem like a finger dipped in hot water for a couple seconds, compared to a dive into a pool of molten rock. He felt as if he eyeball was melting. Hell, maybe it was.

Losing what little self control had remained to him, he reached up and literally tore off the monster's lower jaw; catching it with both hands and snapping the bone in half, before tossing the shards aside.

Without that to hold it in place, the zombie fell to the ground immediately. Unknowingly, Yajima had completely annihilated its chest, to the point that its entire lower body had simply dropped off. Now all that remained was half a torso, two arms, and most of its head.

Rolling over, so that he was kneeling above it, now – rather than the opposite, as had been the case – he punched the vile creature in the face. Then punched again. And again. And again.

The first blow had been more than enough to make the kill ... yet Yajima could no longer see from his left eye, was in intense pain, and – frankly – wasn't feeling particularly merciful. Before he'd had his fill of turning its head to paste, though, the factor was struck from behind – remembering much too late that, yes, there were two of them – and knocked face-first into the muddied remains of the first's brain matter.

The creature twitched and shivered madly on his back; biting again and again at his skull. Whilst its partner had sought to simply shatter his bones to get at the grey matter within, this one seemed to be attempting to use its teeth as miniature jackhammers; repeated, rapid bites, rather than crushing or chewing upon the bone. And as with the other, its teeth – blunt though they were – had soon torn through skin, and more of that vile saliva had seeped into his body.

He was no longer afraid, though. At least, not of the zombie itself. He had beaten the first, and knew he could overpower this one as well. What that damned ichor was doing to his insides was another matter altogether, though. Anything that felt so horrific surely couldn't be good for his health.

He had completely forgotten all about Primes and Secondaries, in his panic. Forgotten that he'd just come back a few days later if ever he should die. All he could focus on was the fact that there was what amounted to a walking sack of plague crouched on his back and trying desperately to devour his brain; and that the longer he allowed it to remain there, the worse his chances of recovering from whatever diseases it carried would be.

Letting lose a wordless battle-cry, Yajima struggled up onto all fours, then kicked off the ground.

The zombie paused. It may have been an apparently mindless killing machine, but it did seem to have retained enough of its mental faculties to experience confusion.

It barely put up any resistance at all when he reached around behind his back, grabbed it by an arm, and swung it round beneath him. In the moment it took him to reach the apex of his twenty-meter leap, Yajima had grabbed its other arm as well, and now held it pointed face-down towards the ground beneath them. He knelt on its back with one knee, and placed his other foot on its skull.

Seeming to finally realise what was going on, the dessicated monstrosity began squirming and thrashing madly, a high-pitched keening noise which might have been some sort of scream pouring from its dessicated throat.

It was to no avail, though. He held it tight, and an instant later they landed. Both its torso and head caved in immediately; splattering the ground with gore and ichor.

Yajima was breathing heavily, his limbs might as well have been forged from lead, and his stomach was roiling at the nauseating stench. Splatting another of the reanimated corpses had only worsened the smell, unsurprisingly. The cuts on his shoulders and back, where those talons had dug in, throbbed painfully … yet were nothing compared to the intense burning where he'd been bitten … just as those wounds were similarly obscured by the indescribable agony that was his eye socket. He wasn't sure he even still had two eyes at this point.

Exhausted, sickened, and in more pain than he had previously thought possible (and given that he'd already been brutally murdered once, back in his home world, achieving this was by no means a meagre feat), he nevertheless managed to force himself to his feet.

There was one more foe left to face. He'd spotted it only whilst in mid-air; the black-cloaked figure lurking in the shadow of a withered old tree off to one side of the road, only the pale bone beneath its hood giving away its presence as it looked up to keep its vacant eye sockets locked on the combatants during their flight.

“I'm ready.” he snarled, fists clenching at his sides, as he lowered himself into some approximation of a proper fighting stance, glaring directly at the tree as it shuddered in the wind. “Come on out, zombie.”

“Zombie?” the voice was quiet as a whisper, and cold as an icy wind. Despite the heavy, unabated rainfall, he could somehow make it out clearly. “You misunderstand, boy.”

He expected an elaboration, but none came. The cloaked figure began to move slowly – very, very slowly; appearing about as agile as an arthritic tortoise – making its way through the long grass which lay between the pathway and its tree.

As the last dregs of adrenaline faded from his system, and it became increasingly difficult for him to remain upright at all, much less continue holding up his arms, Yajima had to wonder whether it was deliberately taking its time. Did it realise how tired he was? Could it make out the exhaustion evident in his posture even through this deluge? Or was it waiting for something else?

As the vision in his one good eye began to blur, he had to wonder if that was mere exhaustion, or something more?

Was this the result of whatever contaminants had lurked within the saliva of those rotting husks?

Most likely. It would kill him anyway, he felt sure … so why should he bother to fight it? Wouldn't it be easier to just rest?

He could slip away in peace, and when next he was reborn he would know better than to return to this foul place-

He sunk to his knees, his arms hanging limply by his sides as the water – and the toxins now surely infusing much of his blood – began to numb him to the pain he had been feeling. Even the hellish agony in his eye socket was growing distant as his consciousness gradually withdrew.

-and know not to mess with any more devilishly handsome skeletons.

Wait. What?

Damn.

Huh?

“I hate when that happens.”

He shrieked, suddenly falling backwards into the mud. The monster was standing right in front of him, one hand outstretched as though to touch his forehead. When had it gotten so close?

“It's so irritating, but I just haven't had the same ability to focus since I died.” the skeleton gave a disappointed sigh.

“Wh- what- what are you!?”

“I am a Revenant. Once, I was more ... or, perhaps less? But now? I am only a Revenant.” it tilted its head to one side, as though considering answering the question in greater detail, but then straightened up, not bothering to explain itself further. Instead, it reached out for him again.

This time, though, Yajima was ready for it. The fact that it was still moving as slowly as ever helped too. Even in spite of his exhaustion and the numbing ooze which had permeated his body, he was able to catch the creature's wrist as it moved towards him, and he smirked as he tightened his grip. These old bones would shatter immediately, he had no doubt.

The creature might have some sort of telepathic powers (at least, he was assuming that what it had done to him was a kind of telepathy) but it had made a big mistake when it had placed such faith in those powers that it had dared to come so close. This fight was over now.

A couple moments later, Yajima lost his grin.

The bones were colder than ice, and no matter how he squeezed, they just would not shatter … and, he realised with a growing sense of horror, his hand was slowly being covered in a layer of rime. Grunting with effort, he put all the strength he could muster into closing his fist- and was rewarded with a sharp crack … and a wave of searing pain.

For an instant there he'd thought that he'd been successful and had at least injured the creature. As soon as he felt that pain, though, and noticed the red liquid pouring from the cuts – no, not cuts; the cracks – in his hand, he quickly deduced the truth.

No longer having the energy to put up a fight, he let his head hang and his muscles slacken. It was over. He couldn't say for sure whether this overwhelming desire to sleep came from his own thoughts or those of the Revenant … but it hardly mattered anymore. He'd lost, that much was obvious. He was completely spent. There was nothing he could do to hold it off any longer.

And if he couldn't even make contact with his enemy without injuring himself, then why bother?

“This is the true power of a Revenant; the chill touch.” the undead spoke for the first time without any prompting; gloating as it casually regarded the shattered mess that Yajima had made of his hand. “Everyone always assumes that psychics must be ranged combatants, for some reason. No one ever seems to comprehend the notion of using telepathy simply as a means of buying time until we're close enough to fight effectively. So stupid.”

Reaching over with its other arm this time, the skeleton lightly rested the hand on Yajima's waterlogged hair. This weather was perfect for it's purposes. Everything froze so much faster when it was soaked. Already the hoarfrost was spreading steadily through the boy's hair. In little more than a minute, it would reach his brain, and then that would be that.

Character name: Stephan "The Steam Captain" Donnel

Character source: Original

Character history:
The Brittanian Empire. Those two words are rarely seen apart. Well, unless it is some clueless brigblidge who wants a flogging. Hailing from the largest island (It is a Continent, damn you!) in the world, which was named after the Empire, not the other way around by the way, it spanned the whole world. In colonies and forced influence, but still. From one side of the Great Planes to the other, from the Mountains of Russes on the north to the empty flowing white hills of the Ocean of Clouds to the furthest south. That was the Golden Age. The Conduct was forced on the infinitely warring half-nations of Europa, the trade routes were established to the furthest reaches of Asia, the Floating Lands rose from beneath the deepest fathoms of the Clouds and up to the sky. And the sky... It was filled with every kind of skyship you could imagine. From humble dirigibles and Artonov-engines, to the mighty Skyroamers and Dreadnoughts.



That age, of order, of prosperity and innovation, of peace and creation... is long gone. Many argue when the decline began, or why, but most flag the fall of the "Gargantuan", the largest floating battlefortress ever built, over the city-country of Grast as the turning point. Grast was known for two things. The horrible weather and fanatical devotion to government. When said government, in the form of Lord High Innovator Miklen, agreed to form a treaty with the Brittanian Empire to finally try and end the Endless War that was seen as one of the greatest achievements in the history of diplomacy. The "Gargantuan", pinnacle of both mechanical and military might departed to Grast with all possible swiftness to seal the agreement. When the gigantic skyship parted the clouds above the city everyone stopped in their tracks for a moment in awe... Only to take off in panic a second after when multiple, simultaneous and devastating lightning bolts blasted through the sky and shook the ship to the core seemingly targeting all the lifting agent reservoirs at once.

You can train all you want, but nothing short of actual combat experience, the one thing crew of "Gargantuan" lacked, can prepare you for the town-sized floating fortress being devastated in an instant around you. Most of the crew panicked and rushed for the parachutes and emergency blimps and those who didn't were crushed under the mass of screaming people fighting their way to relative safety. Far beneath the sky-high catastrophe alarms blared and similar panic set in the city, people rushing around, far from any sort of control.

Just as the disaster seemed inevitable the flaming, desecrated husk of a skship, with half it's balloons flapping impotently at the wind... began turning sideways. Regardless of all the damage some of the engines were still running and someone was still steering the enormous vessel away from the city beneath. That was quite surprising. Especially considering the fact that the entirety of bridge crew were currently residing in their personal emergency evacuation blimp. Ever so slowly the oversized monstrosity of a flying machine slid towards the outskirts and then even further, to the hillside way, way off the initial trajectory. "Gargantuan" hit the ground at 17:49 Imperial Standard Time. The rumble of the impact could be felt in the air as if it was a wave of force rushing outwards.

Grast military swiftly swooped in for search and rescue. Or maybe they wanted to put out the fire... Yes that was definitely it. In the miraculously intact remains of the bridge they found an astonishing sight. Half burned, missing most of the left side of the torso and impaled on what remained of the steering wheel, but somehow still alive was a man in the remnants of the Royal Aeronautica unter-officer garb.

The High Innovator proved worthy of his title. And of his renown as the best surgeon within the reach of the Empire. He managed to not only save the life of the now-crippled man who saved his city, but also restore his body, with some help of the Royal Steamworks Academy and their mastery of all things mechanical. The hero of the day, who served as a bosun on the Gargantuan, was named Stephan Donnel. Anecdotal evidence collected from escaped sailors claimed that he cut his way through more than twenty men, including several officers, to get to the bridge through the panicking crowd that day. He was a marvel, a hero, a tin man. A significant part of his body was re-made with steam-driven metal. While some replacements weren't unheard of, hell many battle-scarred veterans from the Asian fronts sported steaming wrists or legs, nothing of such magnitude or scale was attempted not before, not after. It was said that only the medicinal prowess of Grastian leader paired with the feats of Imperial engineering could achieve something like this. Sadly, any hope of alliance with the city-state was lost after this incident.

The hero was hailed for a moment, elevated to a slightly higher position and promptly forgotten as the ages of turmoil caught up with Brittanian Empire. Stephan, now a captain of a small skyship, was thrown by his government on practically every problem that could be solved with military might in the next 80 years. And, boy, did he solve them. Plebeian heritage and lack of proper genteel stopped him from attaining a higher rank, or even getting a better ship, but that never stopped him. His ship rode ahead through the First Cloud War and into the crucible of combat, ramming into the infamous "Steel Cloud" of Pirate-King Vanadian. The Colonial Rebellions came to an end shortly after the rolling clouds of steam from endless Imperial engines of war blanketed the forests of Asia and the ships of Aeronautica blotted out the sun. European city-state of Geram claimed it's independence and won it's right to stay out of the Endless War with technology and determination. The history of conflict and turmoil unfolded around Stephan, now known by most as "The Steam Captain", staggeringly appropriate nickname given after the Battle of the river Doth, where his prostheses leaked so much steam it formed a small cloud similar to those around the starting steam-engines.

All that was cut short soon after he hit his 127th birthday. The Royal Aeronautica, or more accurately, the admirals, the oldest of whom was barely 70, kicked him out. "You are too old" they said. "You can no longer perform under pressure" they said. "Please at least find the door before leaving" they said.The Admiralty was left one steam-powered-man and a several walls short after the meeting was over. And the South-Asian Trading Conglomerate found them a new "negotiator".

That agreement didn't last long thou, for despite of how often other officers were calling Stephan "Ungentlemanly" or mentioned that he lacks a sense of nobility behind his back he DID have his own principles, and those didn't include forcing natives into indentured labour. Flexing his old contacts he managed to get himself a small skyship crewed by couple able sailors only to promptly disappear into the Ocean of Clouds.

Physical Description:


Stephan is roughly 189cm tall, with wide shoulders and a posture of a man used to his own authority. His clothing are bulky and often worn until they are in need of active repairs. The man is often seen with his pipe, produced from the depths of the internal pockets. Whatever weapons he has are usually located on the left hip with a sizeable pouch for supplies (consumables, ammo, minor items) on his right.
Stephan is usually dressed in dark-blue, slightly antique-looking officers garb with overcoat extending all the way down to his knees. The cloth is tough and combined with the fact that the uniform is multiple-layered it offers nice protection against the raging winds that blow sky-high. Something that offered a challenge to tailors back in the Empire is his left arm. And most of the torso really. The metallic protrusions, and in some places sheer plating with valves and dials, cover most of the body of the Captain and his left arm is completely a steam-driven feat of engineering. Due to this all the clothing usually lacks left sleeve and has some convenient holes for the steam to vent out.
Parts that are not artificial are usually a mess of scar tissue and old wounds.
Left eye is something of an oddity even backed with the rest of Stephans body. The contraption consists out hardy outer layer and clockwork so intricate most of it can't be seen by a naked eye within. The mechanics of the eye are shoddy at best and some things can only be seen as a blur of steamy shadows at times, yet at others it allows him to see with incredible clarity. The steamworks here are so delicate they are disrupted even by his own emotional state. That is a boon to anyone nearby really. When the Captain starts to lose his temper and his internal pressure rises (both blood and otherwise) the insides of the eye will start overheating, usually angering him even more, until they glow in a faint red and the monocle-like lenses pop out with a hissings vent of steam.


Stats:
ATK 3+1 (1000 OM)
DEF: 4
SPD:1
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength (1000 OM)
Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)
Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600 OM)
Debuff Proficiency (1000 OM)

Starting Powers:
N/A

Starting Moves:
Heavy Boarding Sabre (300 OM): Heavier variety of a standard curved sword, designed for ship-to-ship boarding actions and crowded combat. It is slightly shorter than your average blade, which makes it easy to use in places (like the engine room) where a longer one would be a burden. Despite that, it is almost half as heavier, something only appreciated by the strongest fighters out there. Before arriving to the Omniverse Captain had some trouble with blades. They used to break every single time he tried to use them with his left arm. Here this problem disappeared. The sabre is just as tough as he is. The round handle-guard offers moderate protection to the arm of the wielder and while the sword is slightly disbalanced it is usually dismissed by the Captain as his strength is enough to just ignore the minor inconvenience. The Captain generally fights with broad, slashing motions, almost as if he was using an axe instead of a sabre, he rarely resorts to more complicated techniques, most of the times when opponents defences and/or armour are strong enough to withstand the normal strikes. He may then resort to aiming his swings or even, Queen Forbid, actually performing a piercing blow.
Note: The Sabre is roughly 65-70 cm long.


RP-Fodder Powers:
Clouds of Steam: When exceptionally angry or actively exerting himself Stephans prostheses start venting excess amount of steam worked up by that. This only increases as he takes damage.
The Hat: You can not make him remove the hat. We are not responsible for anything that happens to you if you do. Same goes for pipe.
Steamy Eyesight: Unless he is capable of using both his eyes Stephan may not always be able to perceive colours with his left eye.

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Character name:Stewie (Griffon)

Character source:Family Guy

Character history:
Possessing a superior intellect to anyone else in the family, Stewie began his journey obsessed with killing his mother, Lois, and taking over the world. As he grew older while never aging, Stewie lost interest in defeating “that vile woman,” taking a liking to his adventures with Brian Griffin, the family dog, instead.

The relationship between Brian and Stewie is complicated, which sees the two doing everything they can to do something awful to one another. At the end of the day, they admire one another for their strengths and weaknesses, just like good friends do.

Because of his high intelligence, Stewie is able to create some strange inventions as Time-travelling devices, laser guns and even performed interdimensional travel. This doesn't mean all of his inventions work as intended nor do they always perform flawlessly.

When was Stewie taken to the Omniverse? :

It's an average day in Quahog, His father Peter went to work, his older brother Chris was late for school as he got into a fight with his own pants, attempting to get them on. Meg, his older sister was doing something, no one actually bothered to check up on her. Lois was being a good mother and providing Stewie with the nutrition he needed to get through the day. The dog of the house and one of his best friends spend the day with him and yet another adventure arose. After a long day of time travelling Stewie, gets tucked into bed with his teddy bear Rupert. He goes to bed and sleeps peacefully, untill he wakes up and sees the grinning white deity.


Physical Description:


Stats:
ATK:4
DEF:2
SPD:1
TEC:3

Starting Proficiencies:Ranged proficiency (1000) Physical strength proficiencey (1000) Debuff Proficiency – (1000)

Starting Powers: Master Acrobat (400)

Starting Moves:
Laser Pistol (300 OM): Stewie wields one of his own early inventions as his primary weapon. This pistol is wielded in one hand and is the size of a normal handgun. It is able to fire a laser every second with a maximum of firing it six time before the weapon has to recharge. If he fires with pauses he does not have to wait until it recharges. Recharging after firing it too fast takes 10 seconds. The lasers that emerge from his weapon are red colored and have a range of 60 meters. It can set fire to flammable liquids or other high flammable material.

Freeze Ray (600 OM) : The second function of his laser pistol is shooting a freeze ray. The blue ray has a range of 60 meter as well with the added function of freezing the target it hits. When it hits a person it will apply a cold debuff, depending on the targets defense this varies from moving slower for 7 seconds or be frozen for 5, This will be determined during RP ( if the defense stat is higher then stewie's attack stat target will not be frozen ). When the ray hits a non organic material, it will freeze the material and it will act accordingly ( For example, Water will take the form of ice , dirt will become hard and slippery, Grass will become frozen and shattered when stepped on ). On a non organic material the freeze ray can be applied for a longer period of time to increase effect. The ray cannot be fired for longer than 5 seconds. When fired, no matter how brief it will need a whole minute to recharge. He is able to switch back to normal lasers during this time.

Kung Stew (300 OM): When Stewie is forced into a corner he is surprisingly agile and well capable to fight hand to hand combat. No one knows where he got his training but his tiny fist of fury have been known to fight of terrorist. He chooses to fight with his bare fist instead of using a weapon.

Total used OM = 4600
(The switch and character choice has been approved by Omni )

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If I wanted a container/backpack that was a bottomless pit so that I could store many things within (regardless of size or the laws of physics) could I have this as r/p fodder, or would I need to spend 300 OM to have said item?