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OOC: Welcome to DIGIMON: Generations, the Discussion Thread!Here you can post your characters, discuss about the RP, and whatnot. For the Character Template, please view the main forum (which a link to it will be added here soon).Cast of Characters:Zacax: The Gunsmith's Characters Sir Flex Nardius' Characters: The Snark Knight's Characters: Nebula 2.0's Characters: Delta Titan Sparta's Characters: Parugi's Characters:
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Theory of Evolution ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Review Topic Index: -List of Chapters -Prologue List of Chapters: Prologue: Four walls made of metal, chains hanging from the ceiling and metal walls, dangling from the positions they hung from, gravity attracting them towards the ground. The chains were a dark grey, metallic color, with some marks of the red rust that would surly consume it as time passed on. On one of the walls was a small, barred window, which let in some of the moonlight that dimly lit up the outside world. The prisoners in the room only wished to head back out to the outside world, free from the room that contained them, as they awaited their end.The prisoners were mostly Matoran, some Skakdi, and a select number of the prisoners were Vortirxx. Some of the prisoners hung from the chains that were screwed onto the walls, and some were on the ground, either shaking in fear or just accepting their fate. The sound of the metal door opening alerted them, as they heard a loud clang as the door made impact with the grey, metal wall as it was forcefully swung opened, only to reveal a hunchback like creature, with fists that were that were the size of its rather large torso, with legs the shape of an average Toa's, and a gas mask that covered its head. It's torso and arms were over buff, with veins ready to pop, and his lower arms, fists and chest covered in ebony armor, with cloth covering around its waist, and stitches and bolts that were visible to the naked eye. Stitches surrounded its neck, and bolts pierced into its skin, as well as some bolts piercing into its armor and then into the organic matter. Most of the prisoners were able to identify the being rather quickly, and knew what would come next. With its red, doe eyes the beast prowled among the room, walking in a matter similar to an ape, quickly shifting its head left to right as it looked for the next volunteer. Immediately the beast stopped, shifting its focus onto a Matoran of blue ad sea foam armor. It was obviously a Ga-Matoran, and upon her face was a powerless, Noble Mask of Translation. The Ga-Matoran began trembling with fear, and without warning, one the beast's giant hands reached for the villager and took her away, the beast's hand being able to cover all but her head. She screamed, she called out for help, yelling as loud as she could, and did her best to squirm out of the monster's vice like grip. But the other prisoners chose not to, more concerned about their own lives than being selfless for another. When the door was shut, the screams could no longer be heard, and the prisoners knew right away that her fate was sealed.The monster walked throughout the hall ways, designed to be like a labyrinth so that those that somehow managed to escape would be forced to find their way out through a maze of hallways. Only those that worked here knew the way. The Ga-Matoran continued her screaming and panicking, terrified of what was going on. hallways were dimly lit, some of the lights flickering on and off, each path would even make the bravest of heroes become fearful and worried. After what seemed to be hours, the beast opened a door that was different to others, being crimson and written on the door, was the word "Danger" in the tongue of Matoran. The beast opened the door and entered a huge room, with a huge machine that was covered in metal sheeting, hiding the danger inside. Inside the room as well was a cloaked being with several Matoran clad in white and grey armor, all having the same mask. All wore powerless Masks of X-Ray vision. The Matoran had their attention on all the machines and computers, taking close attention and care to make sure nothing went wrong.The cloaked being turned his body to the direction of the beast, and saw the Ga-Matoran in the beasts right hand. "Toss her in," said the cloaked being. His voice was raspy, and sounded somewhat airy, with no emotion in his voice. The beast obeyed the mysterious figure and made its way to the machine, strapping the Ga-Matoran to the conveyor belt. The blue Matoran struggled to become free, but the monster's peerless strength was overpowering her, as she was fully strapped in, her limbs, torso and head all tied down so she would not move. It would be less painful. "What are you going to do to me?!" The villager demanded, fear and anger in her voice "Simple, we are going to evolve you," the cloaked being said, a chuckle in his voice. He gestured to the Matoran manning the machine, and they proceeded to start it up. The sounds of gears turning and grinding could be heard, blades spinning, and the mechanical parts clanking and making metal noises as they moved and made impact with one another. The poor, defenseless Matoran kept repeating no, fear growing in her voice as the conveyor belt inched closer to the inside of the machine. In a few moments later, when she could no longer be seen, a blood curdling scream echoed through out the place, going through the thickest of walls, loud enough so that everyone could hear the Matoran's pain and suffering. The cloaked being laugh hysterically, enjoying the pleasure of hearing the Matoran feeling pain, and demanding help. Some called this man sadistic, some declared him insane, even demonic. But titles like that didn't cause he him to be annoyed nor angry, and he was proud to bring fear into those who knew his name, and what he did.
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Author's Note: This was based upon an old story I wrote when I was a kid. This serves as another reboot to the story of the Gunsmith, and a chance bring back some old characters I haven't used in a long time. The Reganade Chronicles: A Prodigy Table of Contents: Chapter 1: Prices to Pay Link to Review: http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=8045 Chapter 1: A being with dark red and gold armor ran through the forest under the blackened skies, with two white moons and numerous, shining stars providing their light to guide the way of those traveling through the night. Running for his life, the mysterious being used his control over fire to light his path, helping him see better. He wasn’t a being of earth, and thus, was not given the ability to see perfectly fine through the night. The being was what the people of his world called a Toa, a heroic being blessed with control over a certain element, along with a mask known as a Kanohi to grant him access to more powers to aid him in battle. His name was Tahukama, a powerful Toa of Fire. He looked back to see if what was chasing him was gone or not. Sadly for him, the beasts chasing him continued to pursue the Toa. Thinking quickly, he created two spheres of golden flames in the palms of his hands, and quickly came to a halt. He faced the charging beasts and threw the hot balls of fire at the monstrous beings, hoping to stop them in their tracks, giving him enough time to escape. To his luck, the beasts in the front were hit by the fireballs, and caused them to combust into flames. The stopped chasing the Toa, and halted the whole pack while they panicked. The beasts weren’t exactly the most intelligent of monsters. The Toa sighed in relief and ran off while the chaos ensued; he had to find his potential prodigy. However, the leader of this pack of beasts took note of the Toa escaping, and growled with rage. The pack leader tossed aside the other members of the pack with his mighty strength, and followed the mighty warrior, whom was already far away from the distracted pack. The Toa of Fire made his way out of the forest and found himself at a sandy shore, with the dark blue waters crashing down onto the beach. He saw it, his boat, it wasn’t that big, but large enough to hold two Toa and some previsions. He sighed in relief when he saw the sight of the small vessel. He ran towards it, only to be stopped when a huge beast pounced upon his back. The Toa of Fire was slammed into the golden sand, hearing the sound of a snake hissing. The hissing came from the monster that just pummeled him. He turned his focus on the monster and recognized the terrifying beast, “Barok…” Tahukama muttered, “That name no longer has meaning, I am known as Bonar, fool,” the monster known as Bonar hissed. He placed his claw on the beast on the head of the warrior and shoved it into the sand. The Toa squirmed, trying to get free from the monster’s tight grip, and to stop having so much weight on his back. “It’s no use brother, Darix wants your head,” Bonar said as his used his claw as a vice on the Toa, slowly crushing it. The Toa, though in pain, managed to draw out his sword and sliced the free claw of Bonar, causing the beast to scream and hiss, letting go of the Toa. Tahukama quickly got to his feet and ran off to the boat. The monster hissed as he grabbed the claw and stuck it back to his wrist, with cables and skin reconnecting together to reattach the claw that was cut off, “Nice try Tahukama, but blades won’t work on me,” Bonar said with a menacing chuckle as the armor and skin on his unusual large lower arms stretched and opened up, as two twin axes came from the skin and bone of this beast, one from the left, and one from the right. They came out with some sort of fluid covering them, dropping to the sand with the heads pointed to the ground. He grabbed the axes and hissed as he charged at the Toa with great speed. The Toa of Fire faced the blunt side of the sword to protect him from the swinging axes. Though the sword protected the Toa, the force of the axe caused him to lose his ground and send him flying a few yards away. He grimaced as he got up slowly, using his sword to help him up. But he wasn’t given a chance to recover, as Bonar started to charge again, axes still in his claws. The Toa of Fire quickly jumped away from the monster at the last moment before they would make contact, and rolled away to the water, quickly getting up, and sharply turned towards the beast so his back was never facing the monster. After all, scars on the back are a swordsman’s shame, “Trust me, and heed my words,” Tahukama said as he slowly inched towards his boat, “This, “evolution” as you and your kind call it is nonexistent, it isn’t evolution, its corruption, not moving forward,” “You see though, we were once renegades, hungry for power, and now we have it,” Bonar said, “We have achieved powers beyond our wildest dreams,” “At what cost?! Becoming these… mutations?! Experiments? Just for power? Barok, this power is artificial, it will come back to ruin your life,” Tahukama stated, “MY NAME IS NO LONGER BAROK!” Bonar growled, releasing a ear-piercing roar, “I am Bonar! Leader of the Virus Mutants! I can kill a Toa such as you in a matter of minutes!” “Well,” Tahukama chuckled as he was almost at the boat, “I’m afraid you statement is false, as you see, I’m still living and breathing,” “I don’t need your snarky remarks Tahukama!” Bonar yelled as he charged at the Toa. But luck and fate were being kind and merciful for the Toa of Fire, as he managed to cast off, moments before the monster made it towards him. As the monster made it to the water he went to a full stop. His mutation had made him unable to swim. He looked at the water and then watched the Toa of Fire sail off, while the monster hissed and then growled yet again, “I curse you Tahukama to the deep and chaotic parts of Karzahni!” Bonar yelled to the Toa sailing off. Tahukama heard the beast yell at him, but all he did was give a hardy laugh. He rowed his boat out into the sea, while the moons and stars provided some light, not as much as the two suns, but it was enough to help him keep an eye out for any obstacles. He sighed, the past 10 years had brought to much change… his whole team was disbanded for two reasons. One reason was because some of them died, while the rest, like Darix and Barok (Or, Bonar now), had become mutations, lead by his old co-leader, Darix. Too much had changed, at one point, he and his team treated each other like family, now, the rest of his team mates that were still alive, wanted Tahukama dead. He couldn’t keep escaping death, he had to find someone to take his place. Three days pass… Meanwhile, on a small, relatively unknown island, an auction was going on. This island was home to thugs and pirates, and home to the black market. What was being auctioned? A Toa of Water, a White Ash bear (extremely hard to come by), a Toa of Stone, and a Ta-Matoran who was unlucky enough to be a part of an invasion in the Southern Continents that happened not a few weeks ago. The Ta-Matoran’s name was Zacax. He was minding his own business in his blacksmith shop when some rogue Toa came and invaded the small village and kidnapped several matoran who were already auctioned off two days ago, leaving him left. The auctions here on this island went to ways. If you were sold, that’s luck, but if no one buys you, you get killed and your armor is placed on the black market or smelted into metal. His body shook, causing the sound of metal clanking. His feet were cuffed and so were his hands, with chains that were attached to the cuffs and attached to the platform. The Toa seemed calm on the outside, though this was simply a cover to hide their fears, and the white ash bear was growing antsy and wasn’t comfortable being held back by chains. “Alright then,” a voice said to the crowd. The voice belonged to a rogue Toa of Iron, who walked onto the stand with sacs of widgets and gold tied to his waist, which you could hear the sound of coins and metal shaking and swaying in the bag as he walked, “These are our last items for auction. Two Toa, a White Ash Bear and the last Matoran from one of our recent raids, let’s start with the rahi,” The ash bear roared in rage when it was pointed out. “A rare beast we found in the icy regions of the Southern Continents,” the Toa said as he gestured his hand to the white Rahi, “Do I hear 500 widgets?” Zacax gulped when he saw the multitude of hands and claws reached into the sky for a moment. He turned his head and heard the sound of laughing coming from the rogue Toa. Well…this is gonna be good… The matoran thought. In only a matter of minutes, the price was raised to a whooping 15,000 widgets. After that mark, no one else would raise the price any higher, and the bear was sold to a green and gunmetal Skakdi, he was the one who raised the price to 15,000, and apparently had the cash to pay the price. “Now, how about this fine lass?” the rogue Toa of Iron asked as he gestured to the Toa of Water. By the end the price was 20,000 and the Toa of Water was sold to a Toa of Fire. Then, came the time auction off Zacax, “Next, this small Ta-Matoran of Fire! We found him in a blacksmith shop so might be of use! Do I hear 100 widgets?” the Toa of Iron asked, The crowd was silent. Usually, the last Matoran to them was worthless if he was the last one left, despite the information given to them by the one auctioning him or her off. The poor matoran only shakes even more, he didn’t see a single hand raise up. Until, he saw a small hand in the air, “100 widgets! Going once… Going twice,” the Toa of Iron said as he waited for more response. But after a minute of waiting, no one else responded, “Sold to the cloaked…eh…person!” The Toa of Iron said as the cloaked being approached the platform. The cloaked being handed the Toa of Iron the money, while some Skakdi undid the chains and cuffs that prevented the Matoran from escape. To be honest, Zacax prefers being sold as a slave to being turned into scrap. The cloaked being grabbed Zacax's wrist and pulled him off stage. The cloaked figure lead the Matoran through the crowd, who were now bidding on the final "item" of the day, the Toa of Stone. The being made it to a reasonably sized boat, it had no sail, and seemed to run on some source of energy. The cloaked being looked at Zacax and grabbed the matoran's right arm with both hands and tossed him aboard the boat. The blacksmith known as Zacax fell flat on his face as he made impact with the boat, his entire body felt loads of pain as he tried to stand on his feet. The cloaked being lept onto the boat with such grace and landed on the main deck, showing no sign of pain, nor were the legs bent. "W-who are you?" Zacax asked as he managed to get to his feet. The cloaked being took off the coal that concealed her identity, as she revealed herself as a beautiful Toa of Lighting, "My name is Toa Akora, Toa of Lightning," the Toa revealed herself as, "You are my newest slave," The Matoran gulped, "Great... Uh... Where are we going to?" Zacax asked nervously, "Back to my home," she said as she walked to what appeared to be a trap door. She opened it to reveal the brig of the ship, and quickly went to grab Zacax by his arm, and proceeded to toss him into the brig and shuts the trap door. The room was dimly lit by a single torch, it had a few puddles and cob webs, and seemed to go on and on, despite the ship not being that big in size. He gulped in fear, wondering what would come to his life next.
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The Gunsmith: Review Link: http://www.bzpower.c...?showtopic=5383 The Books ApprenticeJourneyman Apprentice: Chapter 1: There I was...on a boat heading to Karzahni...I was being sent there to be repaired. After a certain break out in the Archives which I was so unluckily visiting, I got trampled by a Kikanalo, my right arm was crushed along with my left leg...Turaga Dume sent me to Karzahni to be repaired, they said the being would fix me up and send me back! Little did I know it was the start of my problems...oh, I forgot, My name is Zacax, a Ta-matoran inventor. And this is my tale. The being steering the boat was another Matoran, a Ga-matoran to be exact, and she was in better repair than I was for sure. She was the one who would steer the boat to this island, I honestly didn’t care at the time whether or not the island was beautiful or dangerous, as long as I would be repaired that was fine with me. "I never really caught your name," I asked the ga-matoran, trying to make the situation less boring and awkward, "I am Linu," she said still focusing on steering the small boat, "How did you even get into that state?" "Kikanalo trampled me," I said sheepishly, "I was dumb enough to enter the archieves when they were trying to contain a Kikanalo," "Yeesh, that must have been painful," "Tell me about it," "What is your name?" Linu asked me, finally looking at me, "Zacax," I said reaching out my hand for a hand shake. The Ga-matoran shook my hand and then went back to steering. It was a few days of sailing, with nothing to look at except the sea and the sky, which each day got cloudier and cloudier. After nearly 5 days of sailing, I saw the island in the distance. It wasn’t what I thought at all...it was unwelcoming...the island was dark, and struck fear into my heart. When he got to shore, I cautiously hobbled off the boat, and then Linu said good bye and steered her boat back to sea. I slowly hobbled off the beach, and saw several matoran that were smaller than me, and were quite different from what a matoran looked like. They were all diverse in their body design, and the masks were no exception. It was like being on an alien planet.
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The review topic for The Gunsmith: http://www.bzpower.com/board/index.php?showtopic=5381&hl=
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THE MISaDVENTURES OF ZACAX AND FRIENDS These are the many adventures of my mocs when they are not in stories. Join us for sophisticated mocs, elegance, and manners...... Screw it, ON TO THE COMICS! Each episode shall be posted each tuesday, either in the morning or evening. UPDATE: The comics will be posted every two weeks now. I'll be posting them on thursday now, so yea. Season 1: Episode 1: We have lines for a reason Zacax. http://images2.wikia...a_reason!!!.png Episode 2: REMOTE FIGHT! Zacax vs Kye! http://images3.wikia...IC_FIGHT!!!.png Episode 3: Johan! You broke it! http://images3.wikia...Broken_hill.png
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Here is my self moc in drawing form. Info:Species: ToaElements: Fire and ElectricityArsenal: Proto-Shotgun, Magma Blaster, Dual Ele-Fire magnums.Gender: FireKanohi: Hau, Mask of Shielding (with visor and 3-way radio system)
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This topic is an audition form for your self moc to be featured in BIONICLE: Rebellion! Exactly what is BIONICLE Rebellion?Many a millennia after Spherus Magna was restored, a great city called New Spherus was made, and corrupted. A corrupted toa, a possed glatorian, and a traitor to his people, are working together to revive an evil spirit that was able to overthrow the Great Spirit.A rebellion was formed, to restore the city, and to prevent to resurrection of The Evil Spirit. However, even unity is not enough, as their attempts have failed.But when a young toa discovers and ancient mask, he unlocks a power that could help them find the Great Spirit and destroy the Evil armies.If you want to join the Rebellion, or aid in reviving the Evil Spirit, make an application here.Here is how to do the audition form:Name:Species:Gender:Element(s):Kanohi (if any):Personality:Color scheme:Arsenal:Bio:Speciality:Alliance:Hope you guys help out On this big Animation project dedicated to BIONICLE! Oh if you have a picture of the moc, post it as well if you can! You can only post once so if you have more than one, edit your post!
