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About Ironfist

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  1. --IC: Bacchus: The Arena-- Bacchus beamed as his friend came back to join the rest of the group. "Alright, here's the 411," he declared once he and Kaenis had returned to the dais. "Kaenis, Juno, come and stand up here with me. I've got a hypothesis. Three Virtues, three people, but those three people have to stand together under the Three Virtues to get more than just a pretty light show. I think. Maybe that's why nothing happened when just a random three of us stood on here. Giant woman!" he called after. "How are those sketches coming along? Find anything interesting?"
  2. i blame six kingdoms for skyrise stalling. i'm still very interested in playing in skyrise; it's just that between frequent real life events that need to be attended to and spending a long time waiting for replies to in-game stuff, there are periods when i just... can't post as much as i'd like to. what made me initially excited to play was the amount of player interaction i experienced at the start- i was interested when others were interested. the fellow players kept me going. and with the lack of player goings-on going on in skyrise lately, it's made it harder for me to contribute to the goings-on. tl;dr, more player interaction, more in-game action, is what i want to see. that's what brought me in in the first place.
  3. --IC: Hestala: Tesara-- With a gentle thump, the Vista Baby landed in a clear patch of land on the edge of the most populated part of town. "We're he~re," announced Hestala to Kane-Oma, releasing the control yoke and re-donning her pink-lensed aviators. "Shall we announce our presence?" The actual disembarking was a lot less dramatic than anticipated, consisting of not much more than the Vortixx woman strutting down the boarding ramp and waving her arms. She stopped her theatrics, however, once she got a good look at her surroundings. The rose tint did nothing to improve the veritable shambles that Tesara appeared to be in. It looked like someone had attacked the village earlier. Planting her hands on her hips, Hestala thought that Tesara might need a repairman more than she did... until her base selfishness drove that thought from her head. She did need a repairman, and she needed one now. She strutted into the streets, head turning left and right, keeping an eye out for any indication of a repairman- sign, presence of tools, whatever. - - - --IC: Bacchus: The Arena-- "Maybe not as much as I should, but that doesn't matter right now. What does matter is that I picked you to solve this mystery with me-" he pointed to the blue bandanna he had given her when they first met- "and I don't want to solve it without you! Come on, I want to try something." Bacchus made a gesture with his arm, beckoning her to follow him back to the dais. "... Please?"
  4. an ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain. a boeing 747's wingspan is longer than the wright brothers' first flight. right-handed people live, on average, nine years longer than left-handed people do. the hawaiian alphabet has only 12 letters. dartboards are made out of horse hairs. the only domestic animal not mentioned in the bible is the cat. if you bring a raccoon's head to the henniker, new hampshire town hall, you are entitled to receive ten cents from the town. a jiffy is the scientific name for 1/100th of a second. slugs have four noses.
  5. out comes a cat with x-ray vision in addition to night vision. in goes every terrible bionicle oc ever.
  6. this thing empty! y e e t! the empty thing hits you in the head, knocking you out. it's my mask now.
  7. nobody's brought up the original av-toran yet. hm. looking back on them, the av-toran were actually really bad. laughably short build times, flat torsos, limbs stuck in static poses, those terrible trans-clear head pieces with the awkward forward-sticking necks, and gray/black as an inescapable part of each one's color scheme. photok admittedly looked kind of neat, but the rest of them were mediocre at best. solek was the worst of the bunch. (creative opinion, i know.) dull white-and-gray color scheme, boring weapons, ugly mask, and every limb piece was that particularly ugly design with all the pin holes. i actually had the misfortune of owning him back when he first came out, and two of his limb sockets completely broke when i first put him together. i respectfully disagree with sybre about the agori. all of them were pretty neat. they all had cool helmets, interesting color schemes, head pieces that fixed the awkward neck problem, and in general they at least tried to have a little more variety than the av-toran, who were painfully boring.
  8. an experiment Character: NAME: "Call me Grank, everyone else does." SPECIES: "Onu-Matoran." GENDER: "What's that fancy word for 'woman' you folk use? Starts with an F..." POWERS: "The usual Onu-Matoran fare- vibration sensing, night vision, a little more strength than others. You know, things like that." GEAR: "Oh, what have we got in the old backpack?" Blacksmithing Tools- "Where'd I be without these? My trusty hammers, tongs, coal bucket, and water bucket." Lantern- "Lightstones are fine and all, but they can't hold a candle to an actual candle, har har. Except... this isn't a candle... Karz. Ruined that bit of wordplay." Notebook and Pen- "This here? This is where I keep all the stories, songs, poems I come across. I've almost run out of space." PERSONAL AIRCRAFT: "Ah, the First Collier. My pride and joy." ALLEGIANCE/ROLE: "New Atero will always be my first love, but it's no use staying there when the rest of the Wastes need to be forged back together. They could use a blacksmith like me." APPEARANCE: "You've got eyes, haven't you? But fine. Let's see... I'm not that tall, but then, most Onu-Matoran aren't. I'd end up looking just like the rest of them if it weren't for all this yellow armor on me; it looks just lovely against my natural black. Yellow's my favorite color, did you know that? Every yellow piece I wear, I made myself- even reshaped my Noble Pakari into what it looks like now. I don't mind all the scuffs and burn marks; you shouldn't, either." PERSONALITY: "Best part of being a blacksmith is I get to meet and talk to so many new folk, and hear their stories. I love stories. I was raised on them, and now I work for them. You want me to craft something for you? Tell me a story- long, short, it doesn't matter- and I'll only charge you just enough widgets to get by. In exchange, I'll tell you one while I craft your thing. Or I'll sing you a song, if you don't mind me sounding like nails in a bucket... or if you like a lot of fire metaphors. Oh! While we're on the subject, don't you dare disrespect the fire around me, else I'll chew you out. Fire's to be respected, y'hear? So are fathers. Don't badmouth your old men around me, either." BIO: "My father was a blacksmith. I watched him work constantly over his little fire in my youth, and when I was old enough, I worked over the fire with him. He would tell me such stories about what we would craft, almost like poetry. He had great reverence for the fire, my father did; he tried to instill into me his belief that it was a creature to be harnessed, a tool to be honed, a beautiful entity that could make as easily as it could unmake. I did not believe him, not at first. When he died, not so long ago, I watched the tall funeral fire dance across his body, singing its song of death and creation into the night, and it was then that I found he was absolutely right. The fire was beautiful, and I wanted to harness it like he had. Harness more of it. And the way to do that was to follow in his footsteps. His last project- the one he had not finished- was forging new plating for an old Rockoh he had been given. I finished it for him. In the past several years I finished it and more, turning it from a shell of a ship into a thing of flaming beauty, in memory of the stories of beauty my father told me over his little fire. The furnace fire I placed inside? Made from the coals of that little fire, and an ember stolen from his funeral pyre. And now, the time has come for me to take that fire of his and use it to bless the lives of the rest of the Wastes, just as it blessed mine." Aircraft: NAME: "The First Collier. Didn't you already ask me that?" MODEL: "It's an older circulation Rockoh. A much older circulation... not that you can tell." WEAPONRY: "I turned that blaster cannon into a flamethrower instead, and sharpened the wings. Took most of the other weapons off." CUSTOMIZATION: "Rockoh just aren't made for us smaller types, so I moved all the control mechanisms up higher- with some help, of course- and used all that new empty space as my own personal forge. Furnace, anvil, tool rack, it's all there. Makes her a bit heavier than most, but it's an easy sacrifice. The whole thing's heat-proofed, too, of course. Don't want the fire in her belly to end up where it don't belong." APPEARANCE: "Beautiful, isn't she? Beautiful and tall. Burnished gold at the front, fading into red fading into black, those four sweeping wings at the bottom, and it's so smooth. Not a dent or a scratch or a rough piece of protosteel on her... except for the ladder to the cockpit, I'm still working on that. I'm especially proud of that Kahu head I made as the figurehead, but I'm even prouder of the way I linked up my furnace to the booster engines. I can make them spit out a trail of fire if I want. It's a wonderful sight to see at night. Karz, she's a wonderful sight to see any time of the day."
  9. carapar is a himbo

    1. Tarn
    2. Ironfist


      that's my name

    3. Tarn


      you're right but shouldn't say it

  10. can't believe he got replaced with a megatron simp
  11. --IC: Hestala: The Skies, just outside Tesara-- Kane-Oma... she liked that name. "Well, dahling-" she was still going to call him that, regardless of whether she knew his name or not- "you can start your new job right away. Watch my back down here in Tesara, would you? I hear it's awfully risky." In her haste to get away from the flying Vorox, she had put on enough speed to reach her original destination in a short amount of time. Tesara's foliage loomed before them through the cockpit of the Vista Baby, almost seeming to beckon them closer. The Vortixx woman put both hands back on the control yoke and eased the airship lower, searching for a place to set down and hopefully begin getting repairs. - - - --IC: Bacchus: The Arena-- "Not safe... with you? Whatever would make you say that? Is it because you're Hordika?" he asked, once again forgetting his filter. "Kaenis, if I thought that I wasn't safe with you around, I wouldn't have invited you to share a mystery with me. Karz, I wouldn't have offered to carry your groceries. I'm not worried for my safety around you, and you shouldn't be, either. And for the record, Hordika beings? Not the worst thing I've faced in my line of work." Bacchus was not usually this sincere, but this was one of the rare instances where he was.
  12. --IC: Hestala: The Skies, somewhere between Cliffside and Tesara-- Hestala shook her rival's hand, perhaps unintentionally holding it a few seconds after the shake had ended. "You'll forgive me, dahling," she said, "but so many men have chased after me that I've quite forgotten how to remember their names. And I'll need to remember yours if you're going to... stick around." She winked in a flirty manner. - - - --IC: Bacchus: The Arena-- The Rock Agori let out a single chuckle. "Of course I'm not safe. Have you seen the way that Drukann fellow keeps looking at me? I'm fairly sure he's plotting to wring my neck, throw me off a cliff, or both. But, what does that have to do with you?"
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