Name: Sheriff “Bullhorn” Ketatotu
Species: Artahka Bull
Powers: Ketatou is under a curse which causes any being who hears his whinnies and sounds as if he said exactly what they (the person the commentary is directed at; if multiple people are targeted, the interpretation is per the tallest of the group, unless the targets are PCs, in which case the interpretation is based on whoever posts first) wanted him to say. For example, if he were trying to arrest a Toa for committing murder, and they said, “Please don't arrest me,” his whinnies would be interpreted as, “You're free to go,” even though he was trying to say, “Die, criminal scum.” He is unaware of the curse.
Skills: True to the rumors of the Artahka Bull, Ketatotu is incredibly intelligent, far beyond that of most Matoran. Unfortunately, such intelligence is hampered by his limited talent with the Matoran language (see Powers), merely being capable of understanding it and reading it. Physically, he is as strong as a Steltian and far quicker than most other beings; he is capable of tracking anyone across the City with just a whiff of their scent. This is enhanced by his abilities as a forensics detective. He is a master of his Stunning Staff.
Equipment: No appearance of Ketatotu is complete without his Stunning Staff. This unusual weapon appears to be a modified Rahkshi staff, and has a number of functions. The first is that, when pummeled into the ground, it creates a shockwave that knocks anyone in a 5 Bio radius off their feet. The second is that, with physical contact, it can deliver a stunning shock to enemies (as per a 7 year old being tazed twice in the chest). The third is that he can turn it into a guitar (see Rahkshi Rock) to fire concentrated blasts of rock n' roll (see Doctor Who: Revelation of the Daleks). He wears a stetson, a sheriff's badge for the City, an empty holster, and a brown duster which covers the upper part of his body; he carries a pack holding the cities law book (from a very, very long time ago).
Appearance: As with other members of his species, Ketatotu is a brown-and-silver centaur/minotaur-hybrid bull creature. He wears a duster which looks pretty awesome on him, and has a belt wrapped just where his humanoid-body connects to his bull-body where lays an empty holster. He never appears without his staff.
Personality: The closest thing to order in the City would be Sheriff Bullhorn, whose by-the-books approach and attempts to do good are a constant source of inspiration to nobody and annoyance to the hard-working criminals of the City. Despite this, he's simply not a big enough threat on his own to pose a need for good assassins, and he's to good a combatant to be killed off by the bad ones. He is very irritable and has a tendency towards violence as a result of his inability to properly communicate with others, and he tends to remain silent as such. Not much more is known about him due to these handicaps, which leads many to simply assign him the title of, “hostile and bad-tempered” typically assigned by racist Matoran to his species.
History: Long ago, in the time before time, a whole herd of Artahka Bulls roamed near the Lake of Light; their life was peaceful and calm, and they lived in harmony with nature as the dominant carnivore, eating every other animal they came across. Unfortunately, this also included the inhabitants of the City above, who took offense and murdered them all. Ketatotu, the silent guitarist of the band This is Bull and a resident of the City, was quite upset with this injustice; he realized that, if his brethren could communicate, they might be alive still. Thus, he made a wish upon a lucky star which just so happened to come true; he was granted the power of speech. Unfortunately, others would not hear words as he desired, due to the twists in the wish that he, “may be able to communicate with others as they wish to hear it.” As he is constantly irritated by peoples lack of intelligence and insanity (the former derived from his speech barrier; the latter derived from the fact most of the City is insane), he decided that the only way to fix anything was to take up his guitar and fight crime as the new sheriff of the town. Today, most of the City residents know him as Sheriff Bullhorn, despite his not actually owning a bullhorn and merely being a bull with horns; some love him, some hate him, but none can deny that crime rates in the City are dropped 2.7% simply by his presence as a combatant of crime. And what more can you ask for?
Species: Great Being
Powers: As is the nature of his species, Peldoran possesses a mind developed for the purposes of creation, which manifests so as to be similar to a lower-level form of the Mask of Creation. Further, due to his innate connection to inhabitants of the Matoran Universe, he is capable of altering their perception of him so as to appear completely invisible; he can communicate telepathically with every Great Being made inhabitant of the city from any location (even bypassing mental shielding). He has two additional powers he can use, though he can only use one of the powers once on any one target – to put them to sleep for a short time ('bout a few minutes), or to lock their powers ('bout two minutes for PCs). The first power requires verbal command; the second requires being within one Bio distance, but is bolstered by physical contact.
Skills: Peldoran is a skilled craftsman and highly knowledgeable in the realms of sciences, having a nigh-complete understanding of the Matoran Universe. He is capable of employing this knowledge to “improve” those creatures created by the Great Beings; improving their strength, repairing injuries, altering armor, bolstering latent powers, letting a Matoran use Kanohi, etc. His physical form is incredibly weak, making him poorly suited for most forms of combat, but
Equipment: The only equipment Peldoran carries is a small pack full of bizarre tools which allow him to ply his craft (most are capable of dimensional-folding, thus allowing him to carry a light load). He wears brown gloves, a pair of brown boots which provide levitation, and a brown, hooded robe which completely conceals his appearance; the robes generate a field to absorb attacks from afar, but are useless up close. All of his gear is tied to him, so that in the event of death, his entire form and all of its material will disintegrate into mist.
Appearance: Peldoran appears to be robed figure of 1.6 Bio in height, incredibly thin in appearance even under his clothing. His face cannot be seen past his robes no matter how much light is cast upon it, leaving the rest of his appearance a mystery. As he always wears his gloves and boots, even what lies under them is a mystery. The closest glimpse, under just the right light, can show his eyes are a brilliant white.
Personality: The defining trait to understanding Peldoran is his memory, which appears to change on a whim. Some things he remembers forever – such as the pictures of the innkeeper on 23rd street's encounters with an Artahka Bull – but others he forgets immediately; names, for one. On the flip side, he does have a nickname for everyone he meets, and will refer to them as such, and always as such. His plan to bring power to the city is another such example. Other than that, there's also his manic cackling, and constant refusal to acknowledge others as anything more than tools of his own design. Buried below this insanity, however, is the supra-genius level intellect of a Great Being; a cold, cool intelligence which only rarely surfaces amongst the madness of the City.
History: One of the oldest inhabitants of the city, Peldoran was one of the chief designers of the Western Continent during the Great Being's construction of the Matoran Universe. One may note there was not, in fact, a Western Continent; the truth behind this is that when the Great Beings began their blueprints on the four continents, the Western, Eastern, and Southern continents all wound up overlapping in the central region, and the mistake went unnoticed until the workers were already finished. Embarrassed by their failure to follow procedures, the three Great Beings responsible all underwent crises of faith; the other two challenged each other to a mutually-destructive trial by combat, but as Peldoran had no combat experience, he went into hiding in the City. He has remained here for centuries, hiding amongst his creations; similar to most of them, his sanity is slipping. It is from his slippage of sanity that he has come up with a way to help the City – he believes that by applying enough force, the Sphere around the City may be sent rolling, causing the Lake of Light to being swooshing around. By hooking up generators, the force of the Lake passing by could be used to generate power in the city, which would be kept locked in a gravity sphere. Unfortunately, the resources for his plan are lacking.... but as a Great Being, he knows just which ones are needed. And maybe, just maybe, the enemies attacking the city might possess access to the materials required.
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