Wyrd Bid Ful Araed

Roses? She just keeping a huge stash of them on her person somewhere?

Trying out a cultist Name: Gadarene Species: Matoran Faction: Vapautti Sielu [sota/Hevias] Power/Weapon 1: Gadarene is host to the greatest horde of Karzahni, his body and mind home to the some of the worst of the terrible legions that nightmare god possesses. When the need calls for it they take over, transforming him into one of them with a flash of brimstone. He gets their form, their strength, their powers, and, should he suffer any fatal wounds they will take the hit for him. The demon takes the injuries, and is banished back to Karzahni’s dark realm, leaving Gadarene living. Lesser wounds tend to be transferred back to Gadarene’s Matoran body though. Because demons can just be pillocks like that. Power/Weapon 2: The current alpha demon possessing Gadarene has the elemental control over fire. He can control, create and manipulate fire and heat. Power/Weapon 3: Heat vision. When using the demon’s form Gadarene can emit powerful thermal blasts, hot enough to bore through metal, from his eyes. Power/Weapon 4: A large protosteel claw hammer, with a telescoping handle to accommodate Gadarene’s changing height. As a Matoran he generally has to wield it two-handed. In demon-form he can swing it about with one Appearance: A Po-Matoran, burly and broad of shoulder. His armour is a mixture of browns and tans except for his mask, which is a rich and glossy black, marred only by the flecks of something like rust around his crimson eyes. His demon forms often differ wildly in minor ways (colour, or shape of spine) but generally fit into the same archetype of a burly anthropoid with a toothy grin and oddly twisting external spines, looking much like the Skakdi of other worlds. The current dominant form is deep red, the colour of fresh blood, with dark grey plating, its spine-crests vicious hooks. Bio: Gadarene hails from a world in which Matoran are the only sapient species. Even the number of Rahi species is notably fewer than in other universes. As such, the Matoran live relatively peaceful and prosperous lives, happily working away, spending time with their families, and worshipping their gods. Ah, yes, the gods. The gods of this universe abide on a different plane of existence entirely, but can make their will known through various small deeds. They might be invoked through prayers or curses, pleading and begging, to lend their aid or send down their wrath. Their names would be familiar to other dimensions: Mata Nui the Bright and Shining; the dark and dread Makuta; Artahka the Maker and Mender; Karzahni the Lord of all things Twisted and Broken; the enigmatic Spectral Mask who hides his name and face; and ancient Tren Krom who waits dreaming. These six figures all have their place in the world, but are frequently involved in power plays against each other for reasons that are often enigmatic and mysterious. Their ability to affect the Matoran’s plane is limited, the games of the god require servants to do their bidding, Matoran able to hear their commands and willing to follow them. But there is one trick the gods can pull. Each has access to an endless army of spirits, ethereal beings that infest their pocket demesne like dust afflicts the material world. They can control these spirits, send them out to a host Matoran who will then be able to physically transform into that spirit, gaining its powers in the process. Gadarene originally came from a small town nestled between four mountains, renowned for the skill of its carvers. Gadarene was not one of these carvers. He was the one who mined the rocks and brought them to the carvers. Resentment for his role rotted his heart from within, until jealousy and envy overtook him. He turned to the dark god Karzahni begging that he blight and curse the works of his hated betters. His wish was granted, but possibly not quite in the way he expected. Normally the higher beings that play their games using this universe only send one signature spirit to aid their servitors. Mata Nui’s disciples are known for turning into seven foot humanoids with elemental powers and blessed Kanohi, Artahka’s for being possessed by tall and stately beings with a gift for mechanics and wheels of energy at their disposal, the Makuta favours hunched reptilians with a back full of spines and enormously destructive powers. Karzahni’s deranged choir is made of mad brutes, all twisted spikes, jagged teeth and bulging muscle. And Karzahni didn’t send just bestow one of these servants upon Gadarene. He sent thousands. Gadarene was merely angry and bitter before, but with the voices of the legion in his head he was pushed over the edge to complete insanity. He wreaked havoc in his hometown before a team of Mata Nui’s chosen drove him off. It was there he learned one of the caveats to his unique situation; he doesn’t die, the demons inside him do. Though a host to hundreds upon hundreds of them, only one can possess him at any time. Should he be ‘killed’ in action, that demon is banished back to its home realm, only for another of the horde to take its place, usually with a new set of powers. With this ‘immortality’ keeping him safe Gadarene began a small-scale reign of terror around the peninsula he came from, a bandit king that simply wore down all those who opposed him with a seemingly unending array of powers and forms. It was rare that he moved from his mountainous strongholds, even under direct orders from Karzahni, as he found too little satisfaction in even the more successful of his masters schemes. On occasions he did venture abroad he was regarded as a threat to be taken extremely seriously, his capacity for unpredictable destruction met only by the mightiest of other servitors. He was pulled to the world of Saarella Kirottu years ago, where he quickly distinguished himself in the Sota Games with his capacity for brutality and violence. He has since become one of Hevias’ followers, spending his time prowling the Spine like he once did his mountain home. Personality/Other: Malicious and devious, Gadarene regards the rest of the world as nothing but a toy to be played with or broken as he sees fit. He bears grudges like others bear scars, old pains that everyone can see. His craving for power is insatiable, and while he normally does his best to sate it by crushing others in combat, it is strongly believed that he hopes the Heralds will one day cleanse his own world of the gods…leaving Gadarene himself the de facto replacement for Karzahni… This works, I may get his next couple of iterations approved via PM, so in the event that this one gets killed I can just switch to them instantly without having to hold anything up waiting for another approval

IC: Turbo's reply to Kopen was cut short by the rowdy hailing from Zakaro "HI THERE!" she shouted back, "UH, VERILY? FORSOOTH? WHAT GETS YOU TO LET US IN?" IC: "If you four have nothing better to do than admire yourselves, I could use a hand over here." Sko, Orm and Miril were being called out by Jorth, who had just entered with stacks of wood clutched in his and his coat's arms. "Putting up some more shelters, since we lost a lot of rooms in the crash. And believe it or not I could in fact use more hands."

IC: "Go and find her," Tridax ordered, waving a hand at Subject, "If she has not returned by now then she may need assistance. Once the two of you have brought in the illusior I think that makes a full crop of rebels." He tapped on Haken's head, as though he were some valiant hunter who brought in a deadly prey himself. An impression that took a knock when Haken's faceplates fell open to reveal a distinct lack of kraata. "...or not. I suppose that is where the one with the wings disappeared to. So..." He looked to Grim, the only remaining hunter, "Which would you prefer to interrogate first?"

IC: Looking straight ahead, eyes focused on the path in front of her (and more importantly the large earthen barricade Zakaro had set up), Turbo had no idea that Kopen was nodding, and so just kept talking. "I mean, if you're nervous over the whole leadership thing, you can start small. Just lead food runs or something. Work your way up to the bigger stuff." IC: "You might want to start rethinking that statement!" Venga said, pulling up alongside Venix. Miras had been left waaaaay behind, the floating Makuta outpaced like he was a soap bubble. "Because where you are is now also where I am!" IC: Even as the fear burned through his veins, Skrall felt the slight twinge of approval, affirmation, acceptance...it was all he craved in life after all. It gave his terror-driven berserkergang a kind of...edge. A drive. A target. What had simply been following orders before turned into a deranged compulsion. Had the kill the Matoran now. Couldn't not do it. Not killing him would be failure and that couldn'twouldn'tcouldn't happen. Failure was unacceptable. Failure was disgrace, everyone would know, it would stain him forever like bloodstains on his soul and they'd all know. Skrall started advancing on his victim-to-be, loping and rapid strides crossing the distance between them easily, coming from behind to avoid the bright blasts from Sharky's armaments, sword flashing down in a strike that would cleave the Matoran's head in two...

Didn't one of the contests we had have a "must be partly underwater" theme? Because the themes were generally based on the years of Bionicle and we'd reached 2007. Not sure if I'm remembering that right, it might be on the old forums, and the only winner I remember is Exo-Fat's "The Abyss". Could be worth looking into that for more examples of underwater/piratey RPGs

IC: Venga hadn't been kidding about the adaptions. His armour's surface was taking on a texture akin to sharkskin, with thousands of tiny tooth-like scales that broke up the air resistance around him so he could cut through it more easily. His figure was becoming more sleek and stretched back, to channel the wind around him rather than bully through it. Protective layers were building up over his eyes, so they wouldn't be damaged by gales or specks of dust. In front of him, his feet were becoming slightly more elongated and pointy, some attempt to turn him into a living arrow. "Hey Venix! What do you call a Rahkshi thats behind you?" he shouted, "Gaining!" IC: In the smoke, there, there was- In the shadows! Using the flickers from the lava to hide! No, there, lurking in an alley! The Skrall with no name was seeing enemies everywhere. Enemies camouflaged and concealed, invisible and imperceptible. Hidden in every hole and crevice, lurking in ever scrap of shade. He started grabbing chunks of rubble up from the streets, stuffing them into the launcher on his sword and firing them wildly in every direction. He had around zero accuracy, with crudely shaped projectiles and no aiming, but when your target is seemingly everywhere at once then there logically couldn't be any chance at missing IC: Turbo kept speeding on, unknowing of any discomfort Kopen might be having up top. She was just seeing how much speed she could get up with the double disadvantages of the cloying ground and the burden of a passenger. It was refreshing to have such a challenge, given the sedentary nature of their current imprisonment. "Given any thoughts to doing more general-ing?" she asked, while thoughts of doing things were in her head, "There's supposed to be shiny stuff to find out there somewhere, right? You could head an expedition to find some of them."

IC: "Could you try and find out more?" Palma asked, "I'd do it, but that might get people questioning why I'm so interested, and that might lead to our...mutual friend in the back. Besides, we both now if I leave the infirmary for more than five minutes all Karzahni breaks loose..." IC: Tridax lead the troop of loyalists and their quarry back to his office, where it finally dawned on him to do a headcount. "We are missing one. Where is your sister of the cyclones?"

Been thinking of getting a gem quest going involving an all-Rahkshi team, since we still have a fair few of them. I think that gives us Draco, Kat, Kuro, Prose, Venga, Venix and Xara. So Arctic, Click, Nato, Wielder, Xaeraz, you in?

IC: One half-arm rested behind Kopen, while the other clamped down in front. Between them they had the Matoran fairly pinned in place, she wouldn't go flying off or anything. It was about to be incredibly obvious that Turbo had not considered whiplash though. Or any of the variety of other problems you might encounter trying to ride a speedster. "Hold on!" the Slizer grinned as she took off back to the base IC: Venga wasted no words, simply leaping up into the air to catch Venix. "You know I'm going to start becoming more streamlined as this goes on?" he called after her, "Adaption is useful like that!" IC: "Priority should be getting the teleporters working before we try forcing our control onto them," Olari said, "No point owning so much useless scrap. But you have this Toa's support at the very least." She put her hand on Kale's shoulder, "You ask me to find parts, I'll bring them. You ask me to rescue prisoners, I'll save them. After all this mess...I just want to go home." IC: Skrall was forced to pull back from the barrage. Off to Sharky's side, none of the boiling blasts were actually hitting him, but that was kind of the problem. Since they weren't striking his shield, they weren't being absorbed, which meant they were stoking the air with extreme heat. Skrall's choice was to withdraw or boil, and that was no choice at all. Reaching a point where the lava's heat wasn't going to sear his armour to his skin, Skrall looked around for some rocks. With all the destructive blasts Sharky had been throwing around there had to be some debris somewhere, some chunk of masonry he could use in his launcher. That was assuming Dajik didn't finish the job, of course, since her ranged weaponry was already loaded...

IC: "Ah just hop on my back. I can hold you in with my half-arms." The two appendages sprouting from Turbo's hindwheels gave a waggle. "I've never tried this with anyone before but I'm sure it won't be uncomfortable at all."

Frog is approved That would be approved. Welcome to the game

IC: "There! Toughness! You can do it!" Turbo reached over to pat Kopen reassuringly on the shoulder, "More reactions like that to stuff would be great. You wanna ride back to the facility?"

IC: Palma's eyes widened in surprise. She was a medic, not a spy, she wasn't especially adept at concealing emotions. "How many Matoran were there? And brought here by Rahkshi? How? Why?" IC: Tridax was stalking back to the academy, the claws on his feet biting chunks out of the rocky ground. He turned back to the assembled crowd for a moment. "Well? I believe my last instructions regarding those unconscious traitors was that they were to be taken to my office. Someone pick them up and bring them with me."

IC: Venga was very tempted to start flying alongside Miras, spouting some witty line about his place being just as high as the Makuta's in this world. But that would be childish. Clearly both he and Venix needed to do it. "Think we get higher and faster than him?" he asked the silencer IC: Turbo came to another skittering stop, bumping into a cairn near to Kopen. "Look, I mean no disrespect, Legs, but you've got to toughen yourself up. I remember you back in that Bioniwar thing, getting all misty-eyed every time someone raised any objections. I know your eyes don't work right but thats no excuse to go crying them out over even the little things."

Agreed, having air Toa in an atmosphere of air never seems to be a problem, nor having earth or stone Toa around and their elements are pretty much everywhere as well. No difference between that and having a water Toa underwater

IC: Tridax's expression was sour, as though someone had stuffed a lemon in each cheek. "Very well. Take the fool back to his hut. Try not to get yourself or him blasted out of the sky on your journey." He looked at the still-unconscious members of the gathering, the ones that had been knocked out by his loyal hunters. "Perhaps interrogated this crop of traitors will yield more fruitful results."

There's still the trouble of Bleach's "spy" background. The average Matoran, I'd say, would be about 0.8-0.9 bio tall (about 3.3 ft), around half the size of a Toa, making them a fair bit taller than Bleach's 0.5 (about 2ft tall). Not to mention he still looks like a Rahkshi, so what exactly is the plan for going undercover here? Big trenchcoat and platform shoes? If you want someone that can disguise themselves then it sounds way easier to just make a shapeshifting Rahkshi rather than go and make a custom suit. The profile also contradicts itself. The gear section says Bleach sucks at combat. Bio says he's reasonably good at it. However given personality and bio also say he's generally cowardly and helpless, not sure where these combat skills came from. Ghidora, going to honest, I think Bleach's profile is a hodgepodge of ideas, none of which have really been thought out properly. I'd recommend going back to the drawing board with it and trying to work out what you actually want from this character beyond just "hohoho, shortest Rahkshi in the game" Frog's profile is better, I just want clarification on what those weapons look like. You say "mace" to me I imagine something like this, but from they way they're described doubling-up as walking sticks are they more like slender batons? No great big weight at one end? Dragon's links provide pretty much everything I was going to say. The RPGs first post explains pretty much all the lore, and Click's recap has the major goings-on in the past. Need anything else?

IC: "Yeah, alright, you've got a cause to be upset, but you can't let it break you down like that. Its like the difference between being dead and being a worm-eaten corpse!" It took Turbo nanoseconds to realise metaphors like that weren't going to help. No more drawing from Amazon's sector for inspiration... "Its like you're under a lot of weight. And you can brace yourself and withstand it, or you can shatter to pieces and would you just slow down I'm getting bugs in my teeth here!" IC: The plume of dust may have been enough to foil Dajik's senses, the cloud interfering enough with her element to dull her sight through it. But it did absolutely nothing to stop Skrall. He planted his feet and stopped his charge the minute the Matoran side-stepped him, and span round with his sword out-stretched. Sharky had moonwalked enough ground to stay clear of the blow itself, but it still cut through the cloud. The sheer force behind Skrall's swing was enough to create dozen's of miniature wind currents, minor things by themselves, but added together they were enough to puff the dust cloud towards Sharky. Dust and grit were flying towards him, towards his eyes...and Skrall was turning his swing into a pirouette of sorts, spinning round while stepping forward to maintain his momentum, adding power to his other arm, the one holding his shield and its razor-sharp saw-teeth that even now was arcing towards Sharky's neck

IC: There was an opening! Some sort of rapid fire gun, the need to counter-balance its recoil would be greater than usual. Make it harder for him to turn and redirect his focus. So this was the moment Skrall chose to charge forward, powering toward's Sharky's back, shield held up to try and absorb the lava blasts as they came. And to act as a great big hammer with all his considerable strength behind, naturally.

So get a shapeshifting Rahkshi. Maybe get an illusion Rahkshi. Heck, if you didn't want interaction get a chameleon Rahk and they can just hang around in the background. Bleach's undercover style of "just being small" is pointless because he still looks like a Rahkshi and is going to have to do some of those things to disguise himself anyway. And what that last paragraph doesn't do is explain how he got that device. Especially as his Makuta clearly prefers him to be a spy not a psychotherapist That seems fine to me

IC: "Then what exactly are you doing here?" Venga asked, "Can't really saw there's much in the way of a view." IC: "You're lying!" Turbo caught up to the fleeing Kopen, pulling up along side her, "I can tell from the way you're lying!" IC: Well this was a task he could get behind. Knowing the others had ranged powers, Skrall hung back. Though his first instinct was the charge Sharky, a battering ram of muscle sheathed in metal, doing so would put him in the crossfire of their initial attacks. Instead he started to circle, getting to a position on the side or behind the lava-spewing intruder. When Dajik or Dayeth had thrown him off-balance, then he'd make his move. Either he could rely on the two Toa to be his distraction or he'd be theirs if Sharky tried dealing with him first...

I'm sure I don't know what you mean. All I want is my hero, who wields otherworldly powers and wears a longcoat, to ride a zombie T-Rex around as his personal steed. Completely different. I don't even have a guy wearing a home-made polka suit backing him up or anything

IC: "Well?" Tridax looked pointedly at Fang, "If he had no pertinent information he would be answering your brother's questioning, grateful to get things over with and go home. Clearly he has something to hide. You believe he is innocent? Prove it. Ferret out what the little spy is hiding."

For the record, I don't find the Matoran's behaviour objectionable. Just kind of rude Approved, though there are a few minor changes you may wish to make just for clarity (Karzakie is meant to be Karzahni, I assume?) Undercover as a Matoran by making him shorter than any Matoran that has ever existed? That doesn't make sense. And you don't explain where or how he got something as seemingly advanced as his healing brain-beetle. Even if it was a gift from his Makuta, why would they give something like that to him?