05-15-2015, 11:25 PM
Ninja Jump!
Like the Shinobi of one of his favorite Anime, Neal leaps from branch to branch, grabbing, swinging, jumping, flipping and so forth. His body twisted and his legs sprang, his hands reach and his body soars. It took so little practice to master his new powers, but he attributed it to his higher intelligence and the relative simplicity of his current applications. Jumping and spinning among static obstacles did not pose much of a challenge, especially at speeds no greater than his normal sprinting pace.
[float=right]Ninja Jump![/float]
Though it was no faster logistically, racing through the treetops meant he had a better view of where he was going, especially when he gained particularly good air from one of his well placed jumps. His target was a small village, or at least he assumed it to be so. The forest cut away, but he saw trees on the other side of a large clearing. With his current pace, he was only a few minutes out.
Ninja --- Fall!
A smaller clearing almost appeared underneath him. What he had mistaken for a tree was actually the pillar of a tent. In a moment of clearity, he saw a small path lead towards the larger clearing, practically confirming his suspicions... but the moment passed, and Neal realized his dilemma. He was doomed to land on the tent, and whatever might be underneath.
CrapcrapcrapcrapcRRRRIP! Before Neal could get back into gear, he rips through the tent on impact. There was only a momentary blur before the heard earth rose to greet him. Luckily, his spine broke his fall. Surprisingly, total agony wasn't what he thought it would be.
"Hey, Prime, are you signing up, or just enjoying the new sunroof?" The gruff, female voice caught his attention. Obviously, the tent was occupied, but he did not think it would be such a calm reaction he got. Well, calm-ish. He had expected screams of surprise.
Neal rolls backwards to his feet, rather than jump up all flashy-like. "Signing up for what?"
"Dante's Abyss, numbskull, what do ya think we're doin' here? Runnin' a blood drive?" Neal's brow furrowed in utter confusion. "Top of the Primes, this one," grumbled the rather buff looking woman regal attire. Whether she was supposed to be some sort of knight or chose to wear formal clothing with metal for the looks - Neal could not tell. It wasn't the 'sexy armor' cliche of his home world, but it wasn't full either. Jointed shoulder, elbow and knee plating, then a thick cloth everywhere else. Perhaps it was lined? "Oi, eyes up here buddy!"
"Huh? Ohh. Sorry, What's this abyss?"
"Survival game. Contestants go in and slaughter each other. Last one standing is the champion. I'm sure that's simple enough for a little boy like you to understand."
Little?! Neal would have been offended, if the woman was not almost twice his size. He'd get over it though, the other bit was more interesting. Sounds like Hunger Games... "Alright, count me in. Where do I sign?"
The woman pushes a registrar his way, along with a pen. "And when you're done with that, step in front of the camera and say something for the fans. Maybe you'll get a few diehards looking for a good underdog."
Ouch. Then again, Underdogs do make the best surprise winners![i] Neal took up the pen and signed the four letters of his name. He stopped before his surname. It had no meaning here, it was just another jumble of letters trailed behind his name. Instead, he drops the pen on the paper and steps in front of the camera.
"Whenever you're ready, short stuff." The hulking woman stated, pushing a button on the clunky piece of equipment. "We're rolling."
[i]"Ehem..." What to say, what to say... "My name's Neal. I've been in the Omniverse for under a week. I'm new to this world, but this is a game I know well. And if there's one thing that holds true in any universe, it's that I play to win."
"Hmm... Don't you sound serious all of the sudden..." The giantess glances him over once again. "Step through the gate whenever you're ready." Neal glances towards the rift in reality and turns on the balls of his heels. "One more thing..."
"Hmm?"
"If you do win... feel free to look me up..."
The image of his scrawny limbs flailing from underneath a partially naked giantess popped into his head. "Wish me luck," he responds with a wink. Though he grinned at the idea, he had no intention of making it a reality. At the very least, he'd assert his position as top dog - if only to keep his pelvis in one piece.
Turning back to the gate, Neal stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and walks on through, again adventuring into the unknown. At least this time it was willing, and he'd enter with more than he came to the Omniverse with. Or at least, he hoped he'd retain his newfound prowess.
Ninja Jump!
[float=right]Ninja Jump![/float]Like the Shinobi of one of his favorite Anime, Neal leaps from branch to branch, grabbing, swinging, jumping, flipping and so forth. His body twisted and his legs sprang, his hands reach and his body soars. It took so little practice to master his new powers, but he attributed it to his higher intelligence and the relative simplicity of his current applications. Jumping and spinning among static obstacles did not pose much of a challenge, especially at speeds no greater than his normal sprinting pace.
[float=right]Ninja Jump![/float]
Ninja Jump!
Ninja Jump!Though it was no faster logistically, racing through the treetops meant he had a better view of where he was going, especially when he gained particularly good air from one of his well placed jumps. His target was a small village, or at least he assumed it to be so. The forest cut away, but he saw trees on the other side of a large clearing. With his current pace, he was only a few minutes out.
Ninja Jump!
[float=right]Ninja Jump![/float]Ninja --- Fall!
A smaller clearing almost appeared underneath him. What he had mistaken for a tree was actually the pillar of a tent. In a moment of clearity, he saw a small path lead towards the larger clearing, practically confirming his suspicions... but the moment passed, and Neal realized his dilemma. He was doomed to land on the tent, and whatever might be underneath.
CrapcrapcrapcrapcRRRRIP! Before Neal could get back into gear, he rips through the tent on impact. There was only a momentary blur before the heard earth rose to greet him. Luckily, his spine broke his fall. Surprisingly, total agony wasn't what he thought it would be.
"Hey, Prime, are you signing up, or just enjoying the new sunroof?" The gruff, female voice caught his attention. Obviously, the tent was occupied, but he did not think it would be such a calm reaction he got. Well, calm-ish. He had expected screams of surprise.
Neal rolls backwards to his feet, rather than jump up all flashy-like. "Signing up for what?"
"Dante's Abyss, numbskull, what do ya think we're doin' here? Runnin' a blood drive?" Neal's brow furrowed in utter confusion. "Top of the Primes, this one," grumbled the rather buff looking woman regal attire. Whether she was supposed to be some sort of knight or chose to wear formal clothing with metal for the looks - Neal could not tell. It wasn't the 'sexy armor' cliche of his home world, but it wasn't full either. Jointed shoulder, elbow and knee plating, then a thick cloth everywhere else. Perhaps it was lined? "Oi, eyes up here buddy!"
"Huh? Ohh. Sorry, What's this abyss?"
"Survival game. Contestants go in and slaughter each other. Last one standing is the champion. I'm sure that's simple enough for a little boy like you to understand."
Little?! Neal would have been offended, if the woman was not almost twice his size. He'd get over it though, the other bit was more interesting. Sounds like Hunger Games... "Alright, count me in. Where do I sign?"
The woman pushes a registrar his way, along with a pen. "And when you're done with that, step in front of the camera and say something for the fans. Maybe you'll get a few diehards looking for a good underdog."
Ouch. Then again, Underdogs do make the best surprise winners![i] Neal took up the pen and signed the four letters of his name. He stopped before his surname. It had no meaning here, it was just another jumble of letters trailed behind his name. Instead, he drops the pen on the paper and steps in front of the camera.
"Whenever you're ready, short stuff." The hulking woman stated, pushing a button on the clunky piece of equipment. "We're rolling."
[i]"Ehem..." What to say, what to say... "My name's Neal. I've been in the Omniverse for under a week. I'm new to this world, but this is a game I know well. And if there's one thing that holds true in any universe, it's that I play to win."
"Hmm... Don't you sound serious all of the sudden..." The giantess glances him over once again. "Step through the gate whenever you're ready." Neal glances towards the rift in reality and turns on the balls of his heels. "One more thing..."
"Hmm?"
"If you do win... feel free to look me up..."
The image of his scrawny limbs flailing from underneath a partially naked giantess popped into his head. "Wish me luck," he responds with a wink. Though he grinned at the idea, he had no intention of making it a reality. At the very least, he'd assert his position as top dog - if only to keep his pelvis in one piece.
Turning back to the gate, Neal stuffs his hands into the pockets of his coat and walks on through, again adventuring into the unknown. At least this time it was willing, and he'd enter with more than he came to the Omniverse with. Or at least, he hoped he'd retain his newfound prowess.
Quote:Appearance:
Personality: Neal can be described easily as a nerd. He enjoys videogames, anime, cartoons and live action movies or series of the sci-fi or fantasy variation. Due to this, he has advanced knowledge of many Primes through the information present in his home universe. This viewpoint has given him the idea that the Omniverse, and as an extension the Danteverse, are similar to videogames in that death is simply a loss of EXP. As such, he is more open to the idea of slaying other Primes in his journey to becoming a "top player." Outside of his nerdiness, Neal is deceptively well trained in self control. He can reign in his wild thoughts and emotions to achieve a heightened focus. On top of that, he is a natural in combat, as reflected by his high Tech.
Possible Reactions: Neal has come to win. Being killed contestants don't actually die, he would attempt to slay any he comes across as painlessly as possible. With his primary power stifled though, he may seek to create traps that will supposedly make the game easier, or take an altitude/distance advantage.
Relationships: Lokarri, Ally and first aquaintance in the Omniverse.
Combat Styles: Neal would prefer keeping at a range, so when confronted he'll always attempt to dodge and flee to a safe distance, and an altitude advantage if such is possible. Seeing as he has a "Gamer's mind" he'll seek to defeat anyone he comes across.
eligible Powers: Insight, Telekinesis, Basic Superjump, Master Acrobat
Extra: Neal can be slightly sociopathic, and switch from very excitable to very calm when the need arises. Think "Fanboy" to "Shoulin Monk Zen" by taking a nice, deep breath.
Quotes:
"Game Over" - After a victory
"Game On" - Before a fight
"MORTAL KOMBAT" - Battle cry
"LEEEROOOY JEEENKINNNS!" - Battle cry
"Ninja Jump!" - When super jumping
"Headshot" - After a critical blow to the head, his own or otherwise
"Double Kill" - After a second consecutive kill
"Triple Kill" - After a third consecutive kill
"Killing Spree" - After a fourth consecutive kill
"Unstopable" - After a fifth consecutive kill
"Godlike" - After a sixth consecutive kill
"Flawless Victory" - A victory without taking direct damage
"I'll be back!" - Before death