Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 (edited) Hosts: Me, Toast of Awesomeness, and The Man with the HexGods. Deities. The world has had many. Every nation had their own pantheon, some stronger than others. Many wise souls have tried to understand these mystical beings, and finally, the two ancient laws of godhood were drawn up:The first law: Gods are formed from the worship of their followers, and can come into being at any time.The second law: When zeal and fervor for a god fade, and they are no longer worshiped, they will cease to exist.Thousands of years ago, the gods began to fall asleep. As the monotheistic religions spread, and the gods lost worshippers, which was what sustained them, they were unable to hold on to their power, and the world's pantheons collapsed, in accordance with the second law.However, some laws were meant to be broken.Fast forward to the year 1992. Gods still exist now- but not as before. These new gods came to the scene when the old gods had been dead for thousands of years. They are not as powerful as the old gods were, but they survive by representing things that mortals already worship without thinking about it- money, power, music, etc.But something happened in 1992. The strongest gods of the old Pantheons, the Aztec, Greek, Norse, Egyptian, Celtic, and Chinese, among others, reappeared. They had mustered their strength for centuries, and finally had the strength to appear, and regain their worshippers. Upon their reappearance, mortals began to worship the old gods, restoring their strength.Many theories have arisen as to how the second law, assumed true for centuries by those that knew the truth of gods, was so utterly broken. One possible explanation may be the gods never died, hiding themselves in the remnants of their culture. Another may be that interest in the old mythologies was able to recreate the gods. Whatever the case, the old gods are back.Of course, the new gods didn't like this. Fearing the great sleep, they formed Pantheons among themselves , groups of new gods working together, and revealed themselves as well.Now, humanity torn between the old gods and the new, sides have formed, lines drawn. The gods have replaced themselves in their home nations and the surrounding ones, while the New gods have set up shop around the world, wherever they can.But now, in 2012, that uneasy peace has come to an end. And the war of the gods shall be unlike any before.GameplayWelcome to Pantheon, the RPG where the war of the gods has begun, and you must choose your fate.But what are you? Are you a demigod fighting for your father Zeus? Perhaps a troll forming an uneasy alliance with the Æsir? A magician wielding the power of Horus? Or are you a new god, defending your claim over the hearts and minds of men.There are many character classes to choose from, for any of our featured mythologies. The classes are:Mortal: You're a normal human. Have fun surviving! While you lack power, you can move around relatively undetected.Blessed mortal: Look at you, you've won the favor of a god! You won't be as high priority a target as a demigod, but you will have a degree of power granted by your patron(s).Magician: Well, look at you go. By talent, coincidence, or training, you have the ability to use magic. However, you're going to draw your strength and style of magic from one of the old pantheons, so look how magic is treated there to get an idea of what your character will be like. You're on about the same level as a blessed mortal, or perhaps a demigod.Demigod: Half god, half mortal. They perfect splicing of man and deity. You've got superpowers, basically, taking after your chosen parent. However, you will be seen as a high priority target, perhaps even among your own pantheon(Remember, Hera wasn't fond of Hercules).Monster: Ah, one of the god's critters. This is the most varied class, from Centaurs to Dragons to Trolls, anything non-human and non-god goes here. Your power varies, but so does the amount of people who want to kill you. And before you ask, no you can't play as Typhon. Keep it simple.God: Each player can have ONE god character, though the other classes are unlimited. And no, you can't play as Zeus. Minor gods from the Pantheons, or a new god of your creation.Gods are allowed to have armies of mortals or monsters, but remember, even though you're a god, there is such a thing as G-modding. You're not all-powerful, so don't assume you can single-handily kill everyone else.Examples: You could play as someone like Aeolus, or Crusher, the god of garbage.New gods are allowed to form Pantheons with other players, and you can have NPCs to fill in any holes- however, be careful. You abuse it, you lose it.NOTE: If you really want to play as a monster or Minor god from an unlisted mythology, run it by TPTI or me. We may let it slide if you have a decent idea for it- but be warned, you'll have few allies.PANTHEONSNote: This is only a partial list of gods. Others will be featured. Also, you can play as a character from an unfettered mythology, but you'll be on your own.The old mythologies we'll be featuring are:Egyptian: The ancient religion of Egypt, they control much of North Africa and the western Middle East. They have taken root in the deep south, headquartered around New Orleans.. They currently control the southeastern areas of Texas.Osiris: Osiris is many things. He is a father, a husband, a brother, a king. He used to be the highest of the Egyptian gods, but since his death that roles falls to any of a number of candidates. Now his throne is within the underworld, where the spirits of the dead are under his protection, and the demons of Duat are under his control...Ra: One of the oldest of the Egyptian gods, and possibly the most vital as Ra embodies the life-giving sun. It is his daily quest across the sky and struggles with the shadow-serpent Apep that bring light and order to the world.Set: One of, if not the most powerful god in the pantheon, Set wields the destructive forces of chaos, be it the sudden strikes of storm or the endless hunger of the desert. Originally a great protector of the gods (indeed his was sigil is still a defensive charm) he was corrupted by jealousy and greed, murdering his brother Osiris and usurping his position only to be dethroned in turn by Osiris' son Horus.Norse: The mythology of the Vikings has taken a large following in America, in addition to Northern Europe. They control most of the West and Midwest, and are moving into Texas fromthe western areas.Odin: Ruler of the Norse gods, Odin is an old and grizzled figure. He's a veteran of many a battle, having been present since the making of the world. He's also a cunning and conniving foe, outwitting and tricking people into going along with his secretive plans.Thor: Champion of the Nordic pantheon, Thor is the fiercest, the boldest, the mightiest. His hammer Mjolnir is the greatest weapon in the wars of the gods, an indestructible, unstoppable force of nature much akin to the god that wields it.Loki: A god despite being the child of two giants, Loki could be described as anything from "free spirit" to "malevolent trickster". He is fire, leaping and dancing, always flaring up just when you think you've quelled him.Greek: The Greco-Roman religion has spread along much of the Mediterranean, and the lower Northeast in the U.S. While they don't have the largest presence in the New World, they're expanding quite quickly, and are establishing control along the Gulf coast of Texas.Zeus: King of the Greek gods despite being younger than his brothers Poseidon and Hades, Zeus is fond of abusing his power to suit his own ends (in other words to chase women). Though when it comes to his siblings and offspring he does at least try to be fair when arbitrating their problems. Mortals...not so much.Poseidon: God the seas. And horses. And earthquakes. But don't think this lack of focus means he is a scatter-brained fool. Out of the three brothers he is arguably the most tempestuous, acting with fierce determination when acting upon his desires. It took Odysseus a full ten years to earn Poseidon's forgiveness.Hades: Often maligned as he rules the realm of death and shadows that is the Greek Underworld, Hades is arguably the most just of the three brothers. His constant presence in the Underworld means he isn't technically an Olympian, so he stays out of their quarrels, neither helping nor hindering. Despite the dark reputation, if Hades makes a deal he keeps it even if you get sneaky about it.Celtic: Though the ancient Celts controlled most of Europe, the rule of the Tuatha De Danann has been kept to the British isles and parts of France in Europe. In America, however, they quickly took Boston and the upper Northeast, and have become the rulers of the Appalachian region as well. They're moving into Texas fromArkansas, currently.The Dadga: High King of the Tuatha De Danann, the Dagda is a larger than life character full of vim and vigour. He is big and brash and some often mistake this for stupidity, but this is to underestimate a mind that is simply straightforward.Lugh: The Long-Armed, the Many-Skilled, Lugh is child to Formorian, Tuatha De and Fir Bolg alike. Despite his youthful appearance he is a veteran of conflicts and has become swift with wit and spear.The Morrigan: A goddess, or possibly something older and stranger, of bloodshed and battle. She can be cruel and spiteful, turning her powers to wreaking vengeance on individuals who insult her. She often lurks around battle fields in the form of a crow, gore dripping from her beak.Aztec: The Aztecs have returned to Mexico, and have quickly established their reign over Central America. While they're advancing from the Rio Grande quickly into Texas, a conflict with the Incas in South America keeps their forces divided.Huitzilopochtli: After springing from his mother's womb fully armed Huitzilopochtli proceeded to slaughter his siblings. He placed them in the sky as the moon and stars, taking the position of sun god for himself. And he's the good guy. As sun god it is Huitzilopochtli's job to hold back the darkness, to keep the sun alive in the sky. A shame he requires human sacrifice to sustain himQuetzalcoatl: The feathered serpent no matter which language his name is said in, Quetzalcoatl is an almost primordial deity of sky and land. It was his blood that helped give rise to this age of humanity and he has acted as protector and bringer of gifts ever since (to the extent that animal sacrifices are preferred to human ones).Tlaloc: If Huitzilopochtli stands the sun and Quetzalcoatl stands for maize then Tlaloc stands for rain. With the one hand he brings life and sustenance to crop and beat…but on the other he deals death with hail and storm. While not as outright animalistic as Quetzalcoatl, he often takes on small fangs and bulging eyes and occasionally demands human sacrificeAkkadian: The most ancient of the mythologies is spreading from Iraq into central Asia and parts of the Middle East. In America they've joined with the Egyptians in Detroit, and are moving from the north to bring Texas undee their rule.Enlil: Lord of Storms, and ruler of the Akkadian deities because he's the only one who can contact the great heavenly deity An. While Enlil will sometimes bestow blessings on humanity he can also be quick to anger, once using a great flood to nearly destroy humankindMarduk: A younger god, relatively speaking, and heir to the rulership of the Akkadian pantheon, Marduk is a god of vengeance and justice. It was he who struck down the dread monster Tiamat and her ilk, and not just through martial skills. For Marduk has just as much talent in the magical arts as he does the martial arts, using his sorcerous powers to leash winds and lightnings to his beck and callIshtar: A goddess of love and fertility but also war and violence, her passions run high. She will ruthlessly punish those who spurn or offend her. She has used her various connections to manipulate herself into a position of balance and power, friend to all but never to be trustedNow, down to actual gameplay:While there are two main factions, the old gods and their armies, and the new gods and theirs, it's not cut and dried. Each pantheon, and even each god sometimes, are not always team players. So you'll see infighting between pantheons as everyone tries to come out on top. It's messy, but it is what it is.While the gods have come out all over the world, many have blocked off their spheres of influence, preferring to stay apart. However, in Canada and America, the native American gods, for an unknown reason, have not returned. This has led to attempts by the gods to "colonize" the two nations. They have found their greatest support among the descendants of their people, so where an ethnicity is strongest is where they're most likely to be. Major metropolitan areas are primarily the domain of the new gods now.While the war has broken out all over North America, this RPG will primarily take place where it started- Texas. With the Aztecs coming in from Mexico in the south, the Egyptian gods from Louisiana in the east, the Greco-Romans sailing in from the Gulf of Mexico, and the Norse and Celtic gods coming from the north and west, it's become a major battleground.PLAYING AS A GOD: When playing as new god, you will be able to join with other players to form a pantheon in charge of a city. The more players, the bigger the city. For example, you'd need at least five or so at the least to get New York(Of course, that's not in Texas, so it wouldn't be there anyway...) If you prefer to fly solo, you won't be a very large city, and you'll be weaker toy city conversion…CONVERSIONCity conversion is a change in territory following a battle between pantheons, new gods or old. An example of a conversion follows: IC: A great flash appeared in Milwaukee, and a glorious golden toaster appeared, heavenly music emanating for it.The timer on the toaster clicked, and a man whose skin was a brown as perfect toast appeared. His eyes blazed red like the heated wires of a toaster, and he carried a giant bread knife."Hail! I am the Great God Billy, lord of toast! Beware my power! Milwaukee, I claim thee!"The residents were divided, some bowing down, others calling on the patron goddess of the city.She soon appeared."I am Bertha, goddess of jam. You dare attack my city?"[insert epic fight scene involving breakfast food][insert Billy winning]"Milwaukee is mine!" cried Billy.Meanwhile, Bertha's followers began an exodus from the city, following their goddess to a new home, though many began to worship Billy as their deity.If your city's attacked while you're away, fear not! As that city's god, you can instantly teleport back. However, you'd better hope any monsters or demigods you have are home, cause you can't bring them. Yet another reason forming a pantheon with other players is a good idea.You can hold more than one city- however, it spreads your power thinner, and you have a larger area to watch. Better to have a few friends. Holding cities gives you worshippers, increasing your power. So, bigger the city or pantheon you have, the better you can defend yourself. However, this isn't an RTS game, so we're not going to throw in numbers. Just sort of play it by ear.LocationsMAPOld gods have taken over certain areas of the country, including parts of Texas. If you play as an old god, you'll be stronger in territory under your pantheon's rule. This can change through battles and player action. The Aztec's territory is currently located in southern Texas, following the Rio Grande. The Egyptians have crossed the Sabine and taken some of Southeast Texas, while Akkadians from the midwest and Norse from the west are struggling over territory in Northwestern Texas. The Celts are coming in from the Northeast, while the Greco-Romans have sailed up to the Gulf Coast. Cities under the control of new gods currently include Fort Worth, Dallas, Houston, San Antonio, and Austin. (If you want to start your New god somewhere else, we'll see what we can do.)RULES-Follow all the rules of our glorious website-Use IC and OOC.-Be nice. If someone's getting on your nerves, at least be polite about it. People have feelings, and it's best to remember that.-While romantic relationships between characters are allowed, anything beyond kissing is best left to be implied.-Don't god-moderator, even if you play as a god. You always have limits, but if you don't abuse them I'll be rather lenient.-Post your profiles once they've been approved by me AND The Man with the Hex. Do not post until you've been approved.-No zipping around long distances in one post. You need time to get places, at least in game.-Please don't IC in first person. You are not your character. In addition, this is a story. Use past tense, not present.-When sending me your profile, include the word "Almonds" so I know you read this.PROFILEUsername(What do we call you?):Name(Who's your character?):Age:Gender:Species(Include parent or dominion if demigod or god):Affiliation(Work for anyone?):Appearance(What do they look like?):Weapons(carry anything around?):Powers/skills(What can they do that's special?):Biography(tell us a little about them): Edited June 19, 2012 by Toast of Awesomeness Image over 500kb Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyrd Bid Ful Araed Posted June 17, 2012 Share Posted June 17, 2012 (edited) Username: ToAName: Randall, son of Poseidon.Age: 20Gender: MaleSpecies: Monster/Demigod of PoseidonAffiliation: The Greco-Roman pantheonAppearance: Randy looks like a large(12 foot tall), extremely muscled human with a smushed in face and a pair of silver horns extending off the back of head. Oh, and his skin is a luminous bronze.Weapons: His fists and horns are weapon enough, but he carries a large metal axe, able to slice through steel with ease.Powers/skills: Besides his great strength and durability due to his metal skin, Randy has the ability to focus kinetic energy through a target, creating miniature earthquakes when he pounds the ground.Biography: Randall was called into being 20 years ago, when the gods first returned. Many of the deities felt that the old monsters they had used would have a hard time taking on modern technology, and so they created new ones. Born from sand and bronze, Poseidon created Randall in the image of his son Chrysaor, and the beast the Minotaur. The sea god's son is now a powerful, medium high-ranking figure in the Greco-Roman army, and when enemies see a twelve foot horned metal monster coming towards them, they tend to give up fairly easily.Username: ToAName: Fineas MacArthurAge: 19Gender: maleSpecies: Blessed mortalAffiliation: The Celtic PantheonAppearance: Finn is a fairly tall lad, at 6'3", well muscled though not huge. He fills out his frame, not being overly heavy or thin. He has blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, a short beard, and piercing green eyes. He would be described as quite handsome.Weapons: Carries a sword enchanted to not break, and wears enchanted leather armor which will stop a bullet but not a blade.Powers/skills: Finn possesses all the abilities of his namesake, including great strength and skill in battle, the ability to heal anyone who drinks from his hands, and a limited precognition by sticking his thumb into his mouth. This allows him to answer almost any straightforward question, though riddled and the like are still difficult.Biography: In 1993, after the gods had appeared, Lugh appeared to a young woman in Limerick, who was told that she had been chosen to carry a child, who would be the reincarnation of the great hero Fionn Mac Cumhaill. Being a devout follower of the Celtic pantheon, the woman consented, and Fineas was conceived with her husband.The boy was taken and trained by other demigods in the use of his abilities, though he was allowed to visit his mortal parents. He has been trained to be a champion of the Tuatha De Dannan, and one of their strongest fighters on the field, as well as a source of inspiration for their followers.Username: ToAName: Jyrik BaldurssonAge: in his 700s, looks 25Gender: MaleSpecies: Demigod of BaldurAffiliation: the ÆsirAppearance:http://xbox360media....230802_640w.jpgWhen using any of his abilities, his eyes and scars glow a bright blue.Weapons: His enchanted armor, while not unbreakable, goes beyond anything made by mortal hands. His sword has sealed inside a wolf spirit, allowing him to call on it's strength in battle in a sort of adrenaline rush. Also carries a firearm created on Asgard which shoots bolts of burning light at a medium distance.Powers/skills: Like many children of the Æsir, Jyrik's abilities lean towards physical prowess more than magic. He's incredibly strong and powerful, and a skilled warrior with both of his weapons. He does have the ability to enchant objects with runes, as well as activate Norse items such as scrying pools. He possesses a limited healing factor which allows him to recover from minor wounds and keep fighting past the breaking point of a man. While he possesses limited light based abilities from his father, these are mostly limited to lighting up a room, and other such things.Biography: Jyrik was a Norse warrior who lived in the 1200s, champion of his settlement as well as a son of Baldur. The god, before his untimely death, bestowed several gifts upon his son. These included his sword, bound to the spirit of a massive wolf, which would aid him in combat with its animal instincts and never grow dull. His armor, forged by the Æsir in Asgard gave him strength and vitality beyond a mortal. And finally, in addition to his son's extraordinary strength and skill in battle, Baldur granted him the ability to create magical runes with a variety of effects.However, as anyone who knows the old stories is aware of, Baldur was soon after killed by Loki. Knowing that they would need a strong fighter to take his place in the coming Ragnarok, but hesitant to uplift a mortal, the gods chose another course of action. Jyrik was entombed in a mountain cave with his weapons and armor, until the Æsir needed him.Jyrik was awakened a year ago, to become a champion for the Norse. He was gifted with a magical firearm, in an attempt to modernize the warrior, and brought up to speed on the condition of the world. He has been dispatched to Texas to fight for his gods, his fury at his father's death directed towards all who oppose him.Username: ToAName: José del VillanuévaAge: 18Gender: MaleSpecies: Son of QuetzcoatlAffiliation: the AztecsAppearance: Reddish tan skin with a largeish nose, straight black hair. Stands around 5'5". Like most Aztec demigods, a few inhuman traits can be seen on José, notably his glowing green eyes, taloned fingers, and green, red, and gold feathers growing in his thick hair, almost in the form of a headress. He dresses in ceremonial leather usually, but in combat wears kevlar armor designed to not restrict his movement or shape-changing.Weapons: carries an obsidian sword, or Macuahuitl. It's quite sharp.Powers/skills: Being the son of Quetzcoatl, he can manipulate the winds and air around him, as well as assume the form of a giant feathered serpent, who is also capable of breathing fire.Picture:http://3.bp.blogspot...+Dan+Staten.jpgBiography: José was born in southern Mexico, the son of the god Quetzcoatl and a mortal woman. The Aztec gods had learned of demigods from the other pantheons, and decided to follow the crowd, knowing it would only help their army. As the son of one of the chief Aztec gods, José has a lot to live up to. He's a skilled fighter, waging war for his father and gods. However, deep inside the human sacrifice and other cruel practices which have returned to New Tenochtitlan sicken him, and he would do anything to find a better way. However, when your father is a god, it's hard to find a way out.Username: ToAName: Erisa VetröoknuurAge: 64, looks in her early 20sGender: femaleSpecies: Monster, Light ElfAffiliation: The Norse Pantheon, specifically FreyrAppearance: Erisa stands at about 5'8, with a small, slight build. She has pale skin, with greenish gold eyes that, like all elves, glow in the dark. Her hair is a whiteish blond, and she has pointed, elven ears. Like other light elves, she's quite beautiful, even startlingly so. She wears ornate silver light armor, which has been to be somewhat bullet resistant.Weapons: Carries a long, thin sword, and her bow, which she's quite skilled with. Of elven make, the bow's arrows are two feet long and fly farther than any human arrow, making them excellent weapons.Powers/skills: Like all light elves, Erisa is exquisitely beautiful, but she's even seen as attractive among her own race. This allows her to manipulate men fairly easily.Erisa is an expert swordswoman and archer, having trained all her life. Light elves have fantastic reflexes, which may seem nearly inhuman, as well as extraordinary skill at archery. However, they are frailer and not as strong as humans, and Erisa is no exception.In addition, elves are very long lived and age slowly, and their eyes glow in the dark.Biography: Erisa is a native of Alflheim, realm of the light elves, and dominion of the god Freyr. The elves honor all the gods, but Freyr has special meaning for them as their patron.Alflheim is a bright, forested land, with cities of glass and crystal. Magic is fairly common there. However, the elves are far behind technologically. They have no computers, televisions, or firearms of any sort, and still use horses for transportation. Compared to earth, this is a serious disadvantage, valiant though the elves may be.Erisa is the leader of the first company of light elves to come to earth to fight for the gods, at the request of Freyr himself. She is a battle-hardened warrior who can stop a man's heart with a smile, then dispatch him in a second.She is an extraordinary fighter, skilled in eight elven martial arts. She's not someone to get in a close fight with, however, her inexperience with modern technology is a big weakness.Among her allies, Erisa is calm, even aloof, befitting an elf, but can turn serious in a heartbeat if necessary. Though inexperienced in the ways of earth, this elven warrior is not someone to trifle with.TPtI: Bob Smith. Rosa Warde.Kothra: Shimizu Shinobu. Akil.Terminus: Gerhard TyrsonZyke the destroyer: Haxor. Travis RhodesBasilisk: "General" Manuel Comenius. Abbas AlhazredPromised Land: Long Shu. Hotaru Tsubame. Lee Kang-Dae. Tang Tuyet MaiProgrammer Alex Humva: Marcus Aquillius. Steven Vack. Amanda WilcoxLloyd: The White Wolf: The MessengerA Skyblasted Zakaro: Inetrnot. Brian TithcardworkMagician: PuckUltimate_Alchemist: Patrick Radoslav. Teremun Edited June 23, 2012 by Man with the Hex Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 17, 2012 Author Share Posted June 17, 2012 (edited) IC:The hot June sun beat down on El Paso, baking the cracked asphalt. Or, it would have, usually. For some reason, the sky was incredibly cloudy that day, with little blue showing, but as of yet there was no rain.Carl Lorenzo walked down the sidewalk near the edge of his city, looking up at the buildings around him. On several of the roofs, machine gun nests were in place, soldiers training their eyes outward towards the border.He dropped his eyes and kept walking. This close to the border with Aztec Mexico, one had to be careful. El Paso was a city armed to the teeth. Local army garrisons had been raided as the infrastructure fell apart, the national guard forming into a militia.Carl sighed, thinking back to it. If the federal government still even existed, they had more important things to worry about than one Texas city. In any case, no retaliation had come when they had stolen the weapons and even a few tanks. What servicemen were there even joined in.It was a world gone mad.He looked toward the city's center, where the largest tower had been converted into a shrine for the new gods of the city. There two of them, representing war and peace. Bellus and Pax. Carl didn't particularly like them- gods were fickle things. But these two were helping sustain the city in return for worship, and that seemed like a fair bargain to him.He turned his eyes back towards the river border, remembering when he had come across from Juarez. In all the chaos from the new gods, it hadn't been noticed. Not that it mattered anymore. The Aztecs didn't have much control over Juarez, and the two cities were supporting each other more than anything. Borders had broken down just like the government.All of a sudden, Carl tensed. In the distance, across the river, there was a shadow in the clouds. It disappeared- probably nothing. A bird, maybe. Or maybe a private plane, though you didn't see much of those now.Suddenly, it appeared again, closer. There was no mistaking the flash of green he had seen in the clouds. He yelled up the the soldiers, but they had seen it, too. One grabbed his radio, calling it in while the rest began prepping their weapons. Carl pulled his own sidearm, a Glock .45 pistol. Everyone was armed now, although this wouldn't be much help if this was what he thought it was.A loud, echoing, screaming roar filled the air as the feathered serpent descended from the clouds, flames licking out of its mouth as it beat it's wings, speeding towards the city. The soldiers opened fire, casings ringing as they hit the ground while bullet after bullet zipped towards the monster. It rolled and twisted to avoid some of the barrage, but the hot lead pumped into it, red blood spurting out as it flew.It wasn't far now, a hundred feet and dripping blood. It opened its maw, flames gushing out for ten yards- but it wasn't enough. The creature sank lower and lower, before finally crashing onto the ground and skidding for quite a distance.As it happened, Carl was only a few yards from the gigantic body. The monster fixed one snakelike eye on him- and did it seem like it's mouth had stretched into a grin? As the eye went blank, unseeing as the monster's spirit left jt, Carlos shook his head. He'd wouldn't think anything of it. He refused to. This was nothing more than a rogue dragon who'd underestimated what the humans could do.That thought was broken off by the sound of several more roars, close and in unison, as more of the monsters dropped from the clouds, some with yelling riders. Carl looked up in time to see one soldier snatched away by a giant snakelike head, fangs dug into his chest before the monster rose into the clouds. Another head protruded, bathing the survivors in flames before disappearing.Carl did the only sensible thing in this situation- he ran. However, he didn't get far before a stabbing pain shot through his leg, and he found himself flying through the air. The feathered serpent whipped it's head around, sending him whirling through the air before a hand reached out and caught him by the collar.Carl looked into the rider's eyes- he seemed a young boy for this, late teens at most. However, his bright green eyes, feathered hair, and the taloned fingers dug into his shirt told what this boy really was. A demigod.In the rider's free right hand, he held the reins which controlled his beast, and on his back hung a wooden weapon with a spiked blade of obsidian. Carl forgot the name, but it was an ancient sword, something the Aztecs were fond of using.His eyes narrowed. Demigod or not, this boy could still die. And if Carl was to die today, he'd go out fighting. He raised his gun, cocking it with his left hand while his finger curled around the trigger-And that's when the boy opened his mouth, golden flames spraying Carl in the face. The gun was dropped as the man screamed, beating his face with his sleeve in an attempt to douse the flames.The demigod extended his arm and let go, watching the flailing figure fall to earth.No time for remorse, thought José. This is the will of the gods.He unsheathed his weapon with a whooping yell, angling his mount down. As they passed near another nest, José swung his blade, cutting deeply into another soldier.The Battle of El Paso had begun.OOC: Welcome to Pantheon, players. I look forward to playing with you. :)Any Aztec characters are welcome to start at the battle, for everyone else, we'll figure something out for you soon. Anyway, you can begin ICing now. Username: ToAName: Randall, son of Poseidon.Age: 20Gender: MaleSpecies: Monster/Demigod of PoseidonAffiliation: The Greco-Roman pantheonAppearance: Randy looks like a large(12 foot tall), extremely muscled human with a smushed in face and a pair of silver horns extending off the back of head. Oh, and his skin is a luminous bronze.Weapons: His fists and horns are weapon enough, but he carries a large metal axe, able to slice through steel with ease.Powers/skills: Besides his great strength and durability due to his metal skin, Randy has the ability to focus kinetic energy through a target, creating miniature earthquakes when he pounds the ground.Biography: Randall was called into being 20 years ago, when the gods first returned. Many of the deities felt that the old monsters they had used would have a hard time taking on modern technology, and so they created new ones. Born from sand and bronze, Poseidon created Randall in the image of his son Chrysaor, and the beast the Minotaur. The sea god's son is now a powerful, medium high-ranking figure in the Greco-Roman army, and when enemies see a twelve foot horned metal monster coming towards them, they tend to give up fairly easily.Username: ToAName: Fiona MacArthurAge: 18Gender: femaleSpecies: Blessed mortalAffiliation: The Celtic PantheonAppearance: Fiona stands fairly tall for a woman, at 5'11". She is neither overly skinny nor obviously big, but has a healthy build to her. She has dirty blonde hair, usually tied in a ponytail, and bright green eyes. She has a few freckles under her eyes, but they're not overly noticeable unless one's looking for them. She could be described as pretty, but she's not a heart-stopper.Weapons: Carries a sword enchanted to not break, and wears enchanted black leather armor which will stop a bullet but not a blade.Powers/skills: Fiona possesses all the abilities of her past life, including great strength and skill in battle, the ability to heal anyone who drinks from her hands, and a limited precognition by sticking his thumb into his mouth. This allows him to answer almost any straightforward question, though riddles and the like are still difficult.Biography: In 1993, after the gods had appeared, Lugh appeared to a young woman in Limerick, who was told that she had been chosen to carry a child, who would be the reincarnation of the great hero Fionn Mac Cumhaill. Being a devout follower of the Celtic pantheon, the woman consented, and Fiona was conceived with her husband.The girl was taken and trained by Celtic demigods in battle and the use of her abilities, though she was allowed to visit her mortal parents. While she's a skilled fighter, in training, she's never seen real combat, and is anxious to prove herself. Only time will tell if she can live up to her legacy.Username: ToAName: Jyrik BaldurssonAge: in his 700s, looks 25Gender: MaleSpecies: Demigod of BaldurAffiliation: the ÆsirAppearance: http://xbox360media.gamespy.com/xbox360/image/article/827/827542/itoo-humani-20071015025230802_640w.jpgWhen using any of his abilities, his eyes and scars glow a bright blue.Weapons: His enchanted armor, while not unbreakable, goes beyond anything made by mortal hands. His sword has sealed inside a wolf spirit, allowing him to call on it's strength in battle in a sort of adrenaline rush. Also carries a firearm created on Asgard which shoots bolts of burning light at a medium distance.Powers/skills: Like many children of the Æsir, Jyrik's abilities lean towards physical prowess more than magic. He's incredibly strong and powerful, and a skilled warrior with both of his weapons. He does have the ability to enchant objects with runes, as well as activate Norse items such as scrying pools. He possesses a limited healing factor which allows him to recover from minor wounds and keep fighting past the breaking point of a man. While he possesses limited light based abilities from his father, these are mostly limited to lighting up a room, and other such things.Biography: Jyrik was a Norse warrior who lived in the 1200s, champion of his settlement as well as a son of Baldur. The god, before his untimely death, bestowed several gifts upon his son. These included his sword, bound to the spirit of a massive wolf, which would aid him in combat with its animal instincts and never grow dull. His armor, forged by the Æsir in Asgard gave him strength and vitality beyond a mortal. And finally, in addition to his son's extraordinary strength and skill in battle, Baldur granted him the ability to create magical runes with a variety of effects.However, as anyone who knows the old stories is aware of, Baldur was soon after killed by Loki. Knowing that they would need a strong fighter to take his place in the coming Ragnarok, but hesitant to uplift a mortal, the gods chose another course of action. Jyrik was entombed in a mountain cave with his weapons and armor, until the Æsir needed him.Jyrik was awakened a year ago, to become a champion for the Norse. He was gifted with a magical firearm, in an attempt to modernize the warrior, and brought up to speed on the condition of the world. He has been dispatched to Texas to fight for his gods, his fury at his father's death directed towards all who oppose him.Username: ToAName: José del VillanuévaAge: 18Gender: MaleSpecies: Son of QuetzcoatlAffiliation: the AztecsAppearance: Reddish tan skin with a largeish nose, straight black hair. Stands around 5'5". Like most Aztec demigods, a few inhuman traits can be seen on José, notably his glowing green eyes, taloned fingers, and green, red, and gold feathers growing in his thick hair, almost in the form of a headress. He dresses in ceremonial leather usually, but in combat wears kevlar armor designed to not restrict his movement or shape-changing.Weapons: carries an obsidian sword, or Macuahuitl. It's quite sharp.Powers/skills: Being the son of Quetzcoatl, he can manipulate the winds and air around him, as well as assume the form of a giant feathered serpent, who is also capable of breathing fire. Picture: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EXm-MHOqLmE/TVcVyhbLowI/AAAAAAAAAW0/mjL-e8Gucjc/s1600/Quetzalcoatl%252C%2BDan%2BStaten.jpgBiography: José was born in southern Mexico, the son of the god Quetzcoatl and a mortal woman. The Aztec gods had learned of demigods from the other pantheons, and decided to follow the crowd, knowing it would only help their army. As the son of one of the chief Aztec gods, José has a lot to live up to. He's a skilled fighter, waging war for his father and gods. However, deep inside the human sacrifice and other cruel practices which have returned to New Tenochtitlan sicken him, and he would do anything to find a better way. However, when your father is a god, it's hard to find a way out. Edited June 22, 2012 by Toast of Awesomeness Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
<Reverb> Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) Aw yeah, let's get this started. :3Username(What do we call you?):GravityName(Who's your character?): MetazasAge:UnknownGender: MaleSpecies(Include parent or dominion if demigod or god): God of Media (Can I do that? As in like the news?)Affiliation(Work for anyone?):No, but looking to form a Pantheon,Appearance(What do they look like?): He looks like tall, Asian man. Usually with black sunglasses on, and jet black hair with tiny gold highlights. He's fit, and quite strong as far as a God goes. He has a medium tan and rough skin. His face, usually smug has like a cold look to it as if he has no emotions. His eyes, just like his eyes are black with a tint of gold to it. He wears a white blazer and tie most of the time. He isn't fit for battle if it isn't necessary.Weapons(carry anything around?): A gold studded dagger in his blazer. Sometimes a bow, and a quiver filled with arrows, Situational.Powers/skills(What can they do that's special?): He has a major effect on the media. He can persuade any paparazi or news stations to convince people of things about other Gods. Other underestimate it, but over a course of time, it can take effect. He is also an excellent archer if needed.Biography(tell us a little about them): Metazas fell into power in 1992, as did most others. He rose to power by the power of the media. As the age of technology came, it fed him power. He'd had a dream for his empire since he came to power, conquer all others. Make allies only if necessary. The reporters are persuaded to follow and listen to him. He was trained in his little empire of a small town in Texas. Archery and Close combat were what he excelled in during his training time. he doesn't plan to use those skills unless threatened.Username(What do we call you?):GravityName(Who's your character?): Hunter CraizenAge: 19Gender: MaleSpecies(Include parent or dominion if demigod or god): Demigod of Set.Affiliation(Work for anyone?): The evil doings Set and his empire.Appearance(What do they look like?): A medium build Egyptian young man. His eyes are a Dark Hazel, and his skin has a red tint to it. He's average size, and is very strong. He's muscular, and can lift object as heavy as 300 pounds. His skin is rough as bark and can hurt a little if you try to do anything physical to him.Weapons(carry anything around?): A red Bayonet, sharpened to perfection. Also, a Red Spear with blood stains on the metal tip.Powers/skills(What can they do that's special?): He is very strong and has limited powers of telepathy unlike his father. He can read people's minds, and can tell what their next move is.Biography(tell us a little about them): Hunter was born to a mortal and Set, in 1992. Set raised me instead of my mother to be a general in his army. I accepted when I was 15. I'm trained in the ways of chaos and brutulty, and my mind set on fortune and greed. I'm currently in the large army of Set, my father. I'm highly praised to all those bellow me and known as the best general in the army. Sometimes he disguises himself as mortal to build up his fortune.IC: Hunter-Son of SetA small game of poker in an alley, nothing suspicious. The person next to him, most likely a wanted thief on the streets on Amarillo."###### it, AGAIN?"Hunter had won $300 dollars off these guys in 1 round. The next $400. They're too arrogant to see that they can't win. He can read their minds everytime. What's in their hand, and everything. He's been making for fortune build up, little by little in these games.After another round, they start to get weary. "Alright, I've gotten enough of you fool.you've just got lucky. Now it's time to get my money back."One by one, all three thugs get up and start coming into his face. They all have revolvers in their hands, coming into him, pointing at his head. Slowly he took out his Bayonet. After it's an inch out of the small pocket in his blazer, he swiftly pulled it out and put one thug in a headlock. He pointed the red Bayonet at the thug's head. "Stay back,"He threw the thug on the ground and ran, escaping the scene. He runs and swerves into an alleyway. He had lost them, but had still managed to get the money. $1000 in total."Nice," he said with a grin, and with a smug face, he ran towards his father's empire. Edited June 18, 2012 by Gravity Caiox Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kothra Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) OOC: I haven't played a 'normal' RPG in so long...Pre-approved characters:Username: KothraName: Shimizu Shinobu (清水忍)Age: 124Gender: femaleSpecies: monster (kitsune)Affiliation: independentAppearance: Being a shapeshifter, Shinobu can take on nearly any appearance she wishes, but she does have several 'basic' forms that she tends to keep to. The first is her natural form, a red fox. Her primary human form is that of a young woman in her early twenties with short, dark brown hair and green eyes.Weapons: N/APowers/Skills: shapeshifting, fire; her power is based in a small orb, a 'star ball,' that she keeps on her person at all times. She is fairly agile, and her combat ability is based more on speed than power.Biography: Shinobu was born in Japan, near the small town of Nakakasuo in 1887. She lived there for years, and once she had successfully mastered her shapeshifting skills, she moved out to explore the world she had become so curious of. From 1962 onwards she lived in the outskirts of Paris, using her home there as base to explore Europe. She passed her time like this for years, actually spending most of it in the British Isles or in Germany. Shinobu happened to be in Denmark at the time of the Revival, and was nearly instantly spotted and recruited by Loki. She aided him in his spread of Norse infuence through northern Europe for ten years or so before deciding she was bored, and found a new thrill in secretly botching attempted conversions by the Norse gods. She carried on like this for another two years before many a suspicious eye was turned to her, at which point she jumped ship and fled across the ocean to America. She began to settle down in New York, and remained their for two years before she once again found her self on the run from Norse influence. For another six years she wandered across the East Coast, slowly moving more inland before she found herself in Texas, at the centre of conflict between the competing beliefs.Username: KothraName: AkilAge: 3 (almost 30 in cat years)Gender: maleSpecies: monster (blessed cat)Affiliation: Egypt/independentAppearance: Akil is an Egyptian Mau with a black coat.Weapons: clawsPowers/Skills: human intelligence and languageBiography: Akil is a cat that was blessed at birth by Bastet with the mental capacity of a human and the ability to speak with humans. He was born in Alexandria, Egypt, where he was raised primarily to spy and such for the Egyptian cause. He was trained to speak in English, Arabic, and the old Egyptian language. Two years later, he was transferred to the new front in Texas, U.S.A., where his skills would be put to the test.I'll figure out some ICs soon. Too busy playing Assassin's Creed. Edited June 19, 2012 by Kothra Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 18, 2012 Author Share Posted June 18, 2012 OOC: Gravity, no ICing. I haven't approved either character. Send them to me.I've already spoken to Kothra, he's fine. Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
<Reverb> Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 OOC: Sorry, my mind spaced out right there. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 My profile, approved by ToA and Man with the HexUsername: TerminusName: Gerhard TyrsonAge: 20Gender: MaleSpecies: Demigod of TyrAffiliation: the ÆsirAppearance: Gerhard stands a little over six feet tall, with short brown hair and blue eyes. When he isn't wearing his silver armor, he wears a t-shirt, cargo jeans, and usually an unzipped grey sweatshirt.Weapons: He carries a broadsword and strong armor forged in Asgard, strengthened by the Tiwaz runes engraved into them, invoking the power of his father, Tyr. He also carries a shotgun, because of it's strength and effectiveness at close-range.Powers/skills: Being a the son of the god of single-combat and victory, Tyr, he is much stronger than a normal human, and he is also much faster than any human in combat, something that, when combined with his natural skill, make him a force to be reckoned with in single combat.Biography: Gerhard was one of the first demigods to be born once the old gods returned. He read the Eddur at a young age, and was well versed in the history of the Norse gods. He lived a rather normal life for many years, he grew up with 90's rock music, went to movies with his friends, joined most of his high school sports teams, and went to the University of Texas in Austin, where he was a student and played on the football team, the Texas Longhorns, until the war began. He has decided to stay in Austin even though the war has broken out because of his confidence in his skill and his will to defeat the new gods and convert everyone to follow the Norse gods.IC: Gerhard TyrsonGerhard walked into his apartment in Austin, immediately walked over to the refrigerator, grabbed a can of Coca-Cola, and sat down on his couch. He grabbed the TV remote and started flipping through channels. War, war, war, infomercials, war, war.... It had been a while since the world, quite literally, went to Hel. The goddess Hel must be pretty busy right now, he thought. Everything was in tough shape, the economy had been going down for a few years, and now Texas was the war zone of the gods.Before all this, he had lived a pretty normal life. He went to college, hung out with friends, did all the normal things any college-age guy would do. Of course, he wasn't just a normal college-age guy, he was a demigod. He was the son of the Norse god of War, Single combat, and Victory, Tyr. He had always hoped that he would be able to live a normal life, and for most of the last twenty years, he had. Of course, demigods never led peaceful lives for long, as he had learned from reading the Eddur and other ancient stories. He had hoped that in this modern, more peaceful era, it would be different. It turns out that it was different, it was even worse than the earlier periods in history. There were just so many gods now, and mankind had created weapons immensely more powerful than the weapons of old. Of course, he knew that he'd fight, simply because of the fact that he was a demigod. However, he also wanted to end the war as quickly as possible. In the corner of his room was a suit of armor and a sword, a gift from his father, forged in Asgard and engraved with runes, specifically, Tiwaz runes, to invoke the power of Tyr, to enhance the power he was born with.After a few minutes, Gerhard got up and drank the last of his Coke. "Same old news," he muttered to himself. He then walked over to his closet, and pulled out a shotgun. "Well, I guess I'll see what's going on outside, then." He strapped it onto his back and headed for the door. Normally, nobody would go out with a gun, however, it wasn't too uncommon now- it was the middle of a war, and it made people feel safer. Of course, the shotgun really didn't make Gerhard feel any safer, as he already felt that no human was a real threat to him. "Well, let's see if anything new is happening in Austin," he said as he walked out of the door. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) OOC: Profiles approved by ToA and Man with the Hex.Username: ZykeName: HaxorAge: unknownGender: MaleSpecies: New God of GamingAffiliation: None, wishes to start a PantheonAppearance: Tall and thin. His hair is a dark dirty blonde, and his nails appear to be untrimmed.His skin at first appears normal (if quite pale), but in the dark it gives off a bluish glow. He appears to be in his teenage years, though his actual age is unknown.Weapons: One massive gun, believed to have originated from a certain video game. This is its appearance. When fired, both sets of barrels spin in opposite directions, firing countless rounds of ammunition, while the central cannon fires rockets once every so often. It is shoulder-mounted, like a rocket launcher, and a loud tune, identified as the 1812 overture by Tchaikovsky, plays when it is being fired.Powers/skills: as the God of Gaming, Haxor can control any video game he pleases, and uses this power to communicate with people in the Mortal world. He is also extremely skilled with games, and tricks mortals into serving him by challenging them to "a little 1v1." Another one of his powers allows him to summon or manifest any object, character, or creature from any game into reality. This increases his destructive capacity manyfold (imagine Giga Bowser rampaging through a city, Godzilla-style).Biography: It is believed that Haxor has come into existance only recently due to his preference of shooting games. No matter how he has existed, though, he has always been a minor god, often looked down upon by the other New Gods. This causes him to be spiteful and angry most of the time, and he generally acts like a spoiled rich kid gamer.Name: Travis RhodesAge: 25Gender: MaleSpecies: Demigod of LokiAffiliation: Norse PantheonAppearance: A normal, brown-haired, green-eyed male of his age. He is tall and somewhat muscular.Weapons: A claymore with strange symbols etched into the blade.Powers/skills: The ability to control fire, if slightly limited. Besides that, he is extremely skilled in fencing.Biography: Travis Rhodes found out that he was a demigod after the Old Gods resurfaced. This made him feel powerful, and brought out his malicious side. Since then, he has become a wanderer, travelling around Texas without any goals. However, since the beginning of the war, he has sided with the Old Gods and fights alongside Loki's armies.IC: HaxorHaxor stood on the barren terrain outside of El Paso, watching the city under attack by dragons. This was his chance to prove himself. As long as he could remember, the other Gods had frowned upon him. He was considered one of the lesser Gods, one of the "weaker" deities. But that changed today. He raised his weapon, a beautiful cannon that was a combination of a gatling gun and a rocket launcher, and fired a single aimless rocket into the air. It was time. His eyes glowed blue and the ground began to tremble and crack. A portion of the dirt collapsed into a seemingly bottomless hole, out of which began to crawl hundreds upon hundreds of Ceph ground troops from one of Haxor's personal favorite games, Crysis 2. The God began to cackle maniacally as a horde of the creatures swarmed from the abyss, shrieking their battle cries. "Armies of Ceph!" his thundering but out-of-key voice silenced the creatures."The time has come to prove ourselves!"The overwhelming battle cry in response filled Haxor with malicious pride.However, the abyss had one more thing in store. Slowly and ominously, a massive mechanical gunship drifted from the darkness. It was the perfect steed for Haxor to ride into battle. He leaped onto the alien machine and summoned more from the portal."CHAAAAAAARGE!"the armies of Ceph screamed and charged towards the city of El Paso, weapons at the ready. Edited June 18, 2012 by Zyke the destroyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havelock Vetinari Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 (edited) OOC: Both of these have been approved via PM with ToA and Man with the Hex.Username: BasiliskName: "General" Manuel ComeniusAge: Sixty-eightGender: MaleSpecies: Mortal (Human)Affiliation: Humanity, his own small rebel group.Appearance: Manuel is an old man, and it shows. His face and body are wrinkled, his hair is wispy and grey and he has already lost most of it. He looks old even for his age, his eyes, a light blue, are the only part of him that still retain the sharpness and vitality of his youth. He typically wears light military cameo, often in a desert pattern. He has few changes of cloths, but that is the least of his problems. Due to living off the land and being forced to survive in the wild however, he is much tougher then one would think from looking at him.Weapons: M4 Carbine, Mark XIX Desert EaglePowers/skills: Whatever else, Manuel knows how to survive. When the god's first reappeared and human civilization began to bend to their will, he fled to the wilderness. He's survived this long because he knows when he can win and when he cannot, he has no issue with retreating if that means he and his comrades will live to fight another day. As befitting a former military man, he is also skilled in the use of weapons. Due to the fact he's been on the run for a while now, and fighting the gods wherever he can, he's gotten quite skilled at waging asymmetrical warfare.Biography: Manuel Comenius is not truly a general, but it is the title his followers have given him and he sees no reason to press the matter. If it gives them hope, then who is he to crush it? Manuel has had a long life, having fought in the Vietnam War and various other conflicts. These memories used to haunt him, but over the years, he has come to terms with them. After the wars, he settled down with his wife and raised a family. He spent his days tending his gardens, occasionally grappling with the occasional sickness. At any rate, he now has more important things to concern himself with.He was burying his wife when the God's emerged and began to conquer humanity. The world tried to resist, but the world, by and large, failed. Their tactics, their technology, was built to fight human enemies, not divine ones. When it became apparent his nation would fall as well, he took to the woods with a few like-minded fellows. They've been waging a shadow war against the gods ever since. He knows their chances aren't good, or even slim, but the memories of his wife and grand-children guide him on. His grand-children died during the chaos, along with their parents. This, more then anything else, has convinced him that gods, be they evil or 'good' must be destroyed.The conflict has consumed him, his entire personality is based around it, the gods must be defeated, whatever the cost. He won't waste his resources, or his men, but for the greater good of humanity he would be willing to do just about anything. He and his men are currently hiding in the forests of Cedar Park, waiting for the chance to strike. He has decided to make his stand in Texas, reasoning that if he can turn back the gods here, he could use Texas as a staging point to take back the entire nation. It's a pipe-dream of course, his army, if it could be called that, currently consists of roughly twenty-five men and women. Some of them untrained.Username: BasiliskName: Abbas AlhazredAge: Unknown, looks immensely old.Gender: MaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (who exactly did the blessing? Well that's a question decent folk shouldn't ponder over long.)Affiliation: Himself, he is allied with Manuel's band, more because they allow him to go about his work in peace then any real sympathy.Appearance: An ancient Arabian man. He has a long gray beard; his eyebrows have long turned grey as well. He has lost most of the hair upon his head beyond this. His eyes are a deep brown, though sometimes they appear to be completely black. Alhazred maintains this is simply a trick of the light. He wears simple black robes, often covering his head with a turban.Weapons: A simple Glock pistol. He is by no means skilled with it, he can defend himself but that's the extent of his abilities.Powers/skills: His powers stem from an object, a book bound in simple leather. Using the book he can normally wrestle out a few bits of essential information regarding a mission or undertaking from it. It also has an offensive power, by reading from it, in tongues long dead, most anyone in hearing distance is suddenly quite fearful, the words touch something primal within them, making them more likely to flee. If anyone else attempts to read this book…they remember nothing, nothing but a vague sense of fear.Biography: A taciturn man, Alhazred has refused to speak of his history. When he must speak, it is normally to advise Manuel or to mock his opponents. His objectives are a mystery, sometimes he will journey to old tombs or ruins and draw upon them strange things, oftentimes he will vanish for days only to reappear suddenly…often with new tidbits of information. His actions do get erratic at times however, certain places make him incredibly anxious and he does all that he can to exit them quickly. These locations, normally underground, he often demands be sealed up, if not destroyed.Most believe he is quite insane due to his behavior…and due to the fact that only he knows the contents of his book, many whisper he is not a mortal at all, but rather something from the realms of the gods. They're wrong of course, on both counts, Alhazred is quite sane, much saner then most he works with. His is also quite mortal, albeit a mortal who stumbled onto the right…..or wrong…secrets. He knows much of the hidden places of the world, and if one needs a guide through them, they could do much worse then Abbas. He has joined up with Manuel's rebels in recent days, mostly because they provide him with protection against the now chaotic world. Oddly, the abrupt changes in the worlds circumstances seem to affect him little.He aids the rebels by providing them intelligence and in return, they escort him to whatever location he feels he must travel to next. Due to the circumstances, he is not yet able to travel far beyond the Texan border, seeing as how what he calls 'usurpers' are currently in control of most the United States.IC (Near Cedar Park, Texas)The sun beat down upon the parched tree's of the forest, this particular forest was near the small city of Cedar Park. A small smattering of tents, most colored to match the environment, stood in the center of a small clearing. A collection of rag-tag men and women could be seen moving about, some gathered around the ash of fire pits, others merely moved from tent to tent, still others could be seen transporting buckets of water from some distant source. At the center of this small camp stood a large tent in relatively good condition. Inside it, there were various plastic tables, easily fold-able, and chairs that would not be out of place besides a hotel pool. Only two man inhabited this tent, one clad in military cameo patterns and the other in robes right out of the Arabian knights. They were both hunched over a map of Texas, with the territories of the different gods crudely drawn upon it.One of them, an aging man with wispy grey hair and a wrinkled body spoke first. Staring at his companion with eyes that did not show their age. "Are you certain? The Aztecs wouldn't attack El Paso unless they had a way of circumventing those machine gun nests, say what you will about those murderers, but they aren't stupid. Unfortunately for us." The man gestured towards another city. "It would make sense for them to push forwards in the south, take control of the smaller towns. From there they could build up their forces for a push on Austin."The other man, sporting a grey beard and eyes that almost appeared to be black shook his head. "No. According to my source they will hit El Paso and hard. The Aztecs are concerned with grand gestures, the finer points of warfare still escape them. What matters to them is that they have fodder for their sacrifices and larger cities will provide that. I do not know how the battle for El Paso will end, but it is likely that victory will go the Aztecs." The Arabian man gestured towards Cedar Park on the map. "The locals here, as you know, have little hope against the Aztecs if they advanced this far inland....which seems likely. I would suggest we show ourselves to them and offer our protection."The other man, Manuel nodded. "Very well. You've convinced me, the Aztecs will push towards El Paso and attempt to take it, though how they plan to contend with the armor in that city has beyond me. We'll consolidate our hold on this region, hopefully enhance our numbers. As it stands we can't do much more then gather intelligence and intelligence, whilst useful, will not stop the gods. We'll need armored vehicles, ammo and men. Always more men." Manuel shook his head, things seemed to be going wrong very quickly, if the Aztecs won at El Paso it was an ill omen for the entire United States....if the United States even existed anymore.The Arabian man, Abbas Alhazred shrugged. "Night is falling. Night is falling fast. This land has weathered many storms, but the usurpers may well be the death of it. I only hope they do not tread where man should not. There are forces at play here they know not and if they unleash them....there are things that I have seen that you would not believe....and they wait in the wings." Abbas had joined with Manuel because he and his men had proved useful in his quest to seal away certain secrets. Some things...some things were better left in the darkness.Manuel nodded, he was used to Abbas getting cryptic. "While there are brave men and women left, these gods will not have won. You have my word on that." Edited June 18, 2012 by Basilisk I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people. You are wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyrd Bid Ful Araed Posted June 18, 2012 Share Posted June 18, 2012 IC: Bob always relished whatever time he got to spend staying in one space. Normally he was on the move, a weight rather than a fulcrum but Maat had wrangled him an apartment in Beaumont. Hinted that he would have much work to do in this part of America. He did not mind. meant he had running water, electricity, heat. Half the time he wound up living in a cardboard box for a few days while on little missions like this. As he was frying a couple of eggs (a regular luxury to him) he felt the presence of his patron. A he turned to face Maat he reflected on her appearance and how it had changed over the years. When she had first made herself known she had been old, not pensioner old, but about the age he was now. She was motherly, so much so that he saw her face whenever he tried to see his real mother. Now? With her power restored she had adopted a more youthful appearance while he had only got older. Their positions had reversed, now he looked like the parent."Egg?" he asked."Nay child," she smiled as she shook her head, lone feather in her headdress swaying slightly. "I require no sustenance. This is merely to assure you are settled in." She tilted her head a little and added, a little disapprovingly, "I don't like what you've done with your hair.""It was getting too long. Too easy for something to grab."Maat tutted, "You could at least let me recommend someone. What did you do, hack at it yourself?""No," Bob lied. He probably shouldn't let her know he'd used the Feather of Justice for that...Maat ran her fingers through his hacked-short hair and tutted again. "It has time to grow at least. You will have many tasks here."Bob smiled and his green sphinx eye glittered. Staying in one place was all very well, but he did like to be active...OOC: Username: TPtIName: Bob SmithAge: 42Gender: MaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (blessed by Maat)Affiliation: NeutralAppearance: A grizzled veteran, slightly shorter than the average but heavy built, like a human obelisk. His hair is mostly black still but is losing the fight against greying, looking almost white on his temples. There are crow's feet around his eyes and bags under them, signs of his age starting to show. He's covered in scar tissue, stark white against his bronzed skin, especially around his knuckles, the signs of a man used to violence. One of his eyes is actually prosthetic, the original having been gouged out years ago, and a vivid shade of green instead of his natural muddy brown. He tends to wear plain and practical clothes, stuff that he doesn't mind getting torn or singed.Weapons: A ring from the hoard of Fafnir, worn on the ring finger of his right hand; allows him to tap into Fafnir's self-afflicted curse and assume one draconic aspect at a time. His false eye is taken from a sphinx and allows him to see through deceptions or illusions. He wields the Feather of Justice, a weapon given to him by Maat herself which can be stashed in a handy pocket as an ordinary looking feather, or used in battle as a khopesh that can cut through spells 9though is no more effective against ordinary armour as any other sword)Powers/skills: He has years of training and experience but otherwise he's not 'super' as suchBiography: Bob, if that is his real name (it's not), lost his parents early on. Not to some terrible monster from myth, or even to an ordinary criminal in some dark alley, but to pure bad luck. There was an icy road, and a pothole, and a lack of braking. Just one of those unfortunate things reality occasionally throws at us. But according to Maat this was not supposed to happen. Bob was supposed to keep his parents and live a happy and fulfilling life, not get put into the foster system, passed from family to family, home to home. Though her power was dwindling due to her choice to remain awake (too much paperwork to sleep) she took the adolescent under her wing, acting as a sort of godmother. She gave him a little good fortune here and there. She showed him the world of myths and taught him to survive in it, all in an effort to balance the scales. When the old gods began waking up, Bobs status increased. Maat saw him as a useful investment now, so taught him to fight. With her power returning she bestowed a few trinkets upon him to help him against more powerful enemies. With Bob acting as an agent in the mortal world she could help redress many more imbalances, right many more wrongs be it by word or sword. He is part hitman, part enforcer yet also part priest and part doting son. A strange and eclectic mixUsername: TPtIName: Rosa WardeAge: 18Gender: FemaleSpecies: MonsterAffiliation: Tries to be neutral though has connection to the Greek pantheonAppearance: Rosa has a home-grown and healthy look about her. Her golden locks are rich and full, her skin is lightly tanned and her cheeks are just a little rosy. She looks like she might have grown up on a farm, or somewhere else where she'd get plenty of space to run around and easy access to fresh air by the lungful. Her disposition matches her appearance; sunny and cheerfulWeapons: NAPowers/skills: Therianthropy; the ability to shapeshift into an animal form. In her specific case its a grizzly bearBiography: Rosa is descended from an ancient kind of Arcadia called Lykaon who, due to his cannibalism and hubris (though mainly the cannibalism), was transformed by the gods into a wolf. His daughter Callisto, for completely unrelated reasons, was turned into a bear. Their family just kind of sucked like that. As a result of these two curses the whole family line has been afflicted with therianthropy. What animal they turn into and how much control they have over it varies; many in Rosa's branch of the family have lost their humanity and gone wild. Thats why they mainly travel around Dartmoor and other rural areas, as its much easier to keep wolves and big cats and other similar predators in check if there are fewer delicious-looking humans around as temptation. Rosa herself is lucky in both her animal (a bear, like her ancestor Callisto) and her control (entirely voluntary). However this does come with a caveat. Since her gift is so similar to Callisto's and Callisto was a servant of Artemis, Rosa can only maintain her control of it if she remains in a state Artemis herself finds pure. She was told this by Artemis herself three years ago, the huntress' version of The Talk. Become impure and become forever a wild she-bear, a danger to anyone and everyone as even her shapeshifting family would have trouble with such a formidable creature. Since then Artemis has appeared twice more to Rosa, using this twist to the curse as leverage, promising to relax it a little here and there if Rosa would do her a few favours. It still hangs over her head though, a dark cloud on her horizon Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: Travis RhodesTravis had watched the entire exchange between mortal and Goddess through a window in the apartment balcony. A normal person would have been surprised, but then again, Travis was far from normal. As a son of Loki, he had seen plenty of things in his lifetime."Nice eye," he said, finally revealing himself, "where'd you get it?" Edited June 19, 2012 by Zyke the destroyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: The All-Father looked out from bus balcony, from Asgard to the world below. It had been a few years since he manifested himself in physical form, preferring to lead from above as the Æsir gathered strength.Europe had turned back to the Germanic gods fairly easily, large swaths now under his control. While there were holdouts, in England, Switzerland, Amsterdam.... They would fall soon enough.The real concern was North America. The Norse had swept across the continent, large numbers of people of German and English descent turning to their cause. In fact, most of the Midwest and large areas of Canada had turned back to the rule of the gods.Texas was a unique place. Near the realm of the Aztecs, but with a large German-descended population- It was only right that the people turn back to their gods.A decently-sized area of Texas was under their control, but it was not enough. No major cities lay in Norse territory. It was time to expand.Odin's one eye gazed down to Texas, borders appearing to him as he pondered. The Norse needed a gathering point for their greatest heroes, somewhere they could begin to push back from."Odessa," quietly spoke the king of the gods.IC: As Gerhard left his apartment, he was suddenly aware of a bright flash of blue light behind him. As he turned around, he started. An armored, fair skinned, bearded man stood in his apartment, which had been empty before. A slight glow came from him, and he was noticeably missing a hand."Hello, son," said Tyr, in a voice telling of ages upon ages of war and death."The All-Father has need of you."IC: As Haxor's armies moved toward the city, guns blazing, some of the feathered serpents broke off, bathing the creatures in flames, and crushing through armor with their fangs and tails. The Aztecs had guns, too, and these were turned on the mechanical creatures, bullets and shells flying towards them.While Haxor's army had some advantages over that of the Aztecs, the god could not have predicted what happened next. Giant creatures, ranging from the size of two horses to the size of a house, rose out of the Rio Grande, fangs bared. They were wolf like, with long snouts and fangs, but had the hands of a monkey, allowing them to grasp the mechanical Cephs as they tore into them. They were painted bright reds and yellows over their bodies, which were a strange mix of dog, monkey, and fish. On the end of their tails was a massive clawed hand, which they seized the creatures with before tearing them apart.The mass of Ahuizotl rushed into the Cephs, taking down at least three for every one the machines brought down.Suffice it to say, Haxor had reason to worry. Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: Haxor"No!" Haxor shouted in frustration as his army was torn to shreds. From his perch on the gunship, he trained his weapon on one of the creatures and pulled the trigger. An overwhelming orchestral rendition of Tchaikovsky's 1812 symphony resounded across the city as a swarm of bullets and rockets rained down upon the creatures. His armies would not be defeated. Not today. The gunships aimed down at the newcomers as well, unleashing a swath of plasma fire upon them. Edited June 19, 2012 by Zyke the destroyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havelock Vetinari Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC (Cedar Park, Texas)Parts of Manuel's small army moved like a well-oiled machine that had been lovingly taken care of by an old man with nothing better to do on his Sunday nights, other parts however, moved like the rust bucket that old man had gotten for his first car. Nonetheless, they advanced towards Cedar Park, moving silently or clumsily as they did so. Moments after Abbas had made his suggestion, he had rushed back into the tent and told Manuel that the city was mostly under the control of different criminal militias, he did not know if there was any organized resistance operating against them, but considering reports that Manuel's scouts had filed regarding a few squads of national guardsmen heading towards that location before chaos had completely consumed the entire state, it seemed likely.On the outskirts of the city's northern side, they could see rows of houses, some in disrepair but most still fit as shelter. It was the movement in the streets that become much easier to discern as they crawled forwards that was of real interest to Manuel's forces. A few figures, clad in the rough approximation of uniform, were busily dragging a number of people out of their homes, evidently confiscating them for some offense, real or imagined. Manuel's forces halted, sighting in on the armed figures. But they did not fire until one of these figures shot one of the civilians in the back, evidently because he had not moved fast enough for him. Then trained core of Manuel's twenty-five soldiers opened up, dropping the armed figures with short controlled bursts.Then the began to advance, slowly at first, while the remaining figures either died or sought cover. The civilians had scattered, back into their houses or into the safety of the odd garden shed. The second they had reached the outer parts of the city/suburb, they broke from their crawling positions and sought cover around outlying houses, the more skilled of their number picking off the odd armed figure as they did so .This was obviously not what the armed figures had signed up for, they had likely been sent to deal with some civilians failing to pay up protection resources or something equally ridiculous. The majority of them began to retreat deeper into the city, the stupid ones attempted to stand and fight. Predictably, most of them died quickly.Only one trouble spot remained, a few of the smarter enemies had holed up in the ruins of one of the houses, having not had time to get away before Manuel's army had swept up around them. Now they were making a last stand, expecting no quarter. Manuel's army offered none in any case. His most skilled soldiers took up positions in the brush and other nearby houses, sometimes ordering the civilian inhabitants of these domiciles to take shelter in basements or other safe rooms as they did so. In the end, the standoff took five minutes. Those five minutes mostly consisted of the panicked figures attempting to pin down a marksmen only for another one to pick of another of their numbers. In less then a hour, overall, they had secured this small part of the city.Now all that remained was to figure out exactly what they had stepped into.OOC: Anyone who wants to join an army of misfits with almost no hope of surviving the next few years-y'know where to find us! Scenic Cedar Park! Edited June 19, 2012 by Basilisk I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people. You are wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Suddenly, a smoky blackness coalesced next to Haxor. The being it created was armored in black metal, though not incredibly adorned. He raised his hand, which twisted and stretched to become a large gun, which fired into one of the monsters, dropping it to the ground. The Ahuizotl then exploded, taking out several of its brethren.The black armored figure glanced next to him, greeting the other god."I am known as Bellus; my brother is Pax. This is our city. I appreciate the help, but who are you?"As he spoke, brilliantly white, flat, metal triangles flew over the field of monsters, dropping shells where they were the thickest, killing more. Eight-foot black armored creatures began aiding the Cephs, several latching onto an Ahuizotl and tearing it apart, while automatic shoulder guns fired into another. Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: Haxor"I am Haxor," the god proclaimed, "god of gaiming! I appreciate your help as well, Bellus." He continued to fire the RYNO 5 into the Aztec forces, but then a new, more awesome idea sprung into his head. He put away the gun, held out his hands, and a plastic Guitar Hero controller appeared. The 1812 Symphony was replaced with a resounding rock theme that Haxor began to play to. During the solo, he got Star Power and bolts of lightning began to rain down upon the Aztec forces. Despite Haxor's apparent absorption in the solo, he was also concentrating heavily on where the bolts landed. It would be a shame if any Ceph were fried due to careless rocking. Edited June 19, 2012 by Zyke the destroyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: GerhardGerhard sighed, and then smiled. "I should have expected this, sooner or later. Of course, I'm always ready for when the All-Father has need of me." Gerhard stepped back into his apartment, and walked over to Tyr. "Well, I'm ready to go whenever you are." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: The two gods were doing well, the armies of both fighting back the Ahuizotl, while the flying white shapes fought the serpents.However, then the clouds broke open.The clouds that covered the sky suddenly darkened, and a heavy rain began to fall, turning the dry ground to mud. Lightning flashed, and where it landed, a man appeared.He was clothed in blue, gold, and green, a ceremonial headdress on his scalp. His bulging eyes were a deep sea green, and large fangs protruded from his mouth. He was shirtless, wearing a piece on his shoulder with several amulets, and covered in tattoos. As he walked, he seemed to walk on a path of water, raising up to meet his feet as he stepped. The Cephs and Bellans approached him, weapons raised, but he spread his hands. Lightning flashed from the sky and his hands, white hot and deadly. Nothing was left but smoking heaps of metal. He turned his eyes to the two gods on the mechanical craft, and his bulging eyes narrowed.Tlaloc, god of rain, had arrived.The water seemed the strengthen the aquatic Ahuizotl, who renewed their attack on the defending forces.IC: Tyr laughed."You expect to go to Asgard? Why, boy, you ought to know-"Suddenly he stopped, and his eyes seemed to see somewhere else. He blinked, and returned to the room."Right. Well then. Unless you want your dwelling destroyed, I suggest we move away some. The Bifröst is not a gentle means of transportation." Edited June 19, 2012 by Toast of Awesomeness Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kothra Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IOOC: Power, it's Shinobu, not shinobi. I also tagged a bit onto her skills/abilities section.IC(Shinobu/Cedar Park): Bang. Bang.Bang bang bang.Bang.Bang bang."Wazzat..?" muttered the young woman to herself as she slowly pulled herself to her feet. The woman, standing about five feet and eight inches tall, with shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes, wasn't normally that heavy of a sleeper. She had been on the run for weeks now, and the long journey from Ohio had worn her out. After a moment she realised that what she was hearing were gunshots, and she immediately dropped flat to the roof where she had been sleeping.It was so peaceful last night, she thought as she crawled to the edge of the roof. She was on the third floor roof of a townhouse, the most secure place she could find most easily last night, as she was had been too tired to do any real searching.She couldn't see anything directly over the edge, so she just laid low and waited for the shooting to end. When it had she climbed over the edge, using the window sills as footholds, and upon reaching the ground floor windows she jumped to the ground. She steadied herself and cautiously moved in the direction the gunshots had come from. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: HaxorHaxor scoffed."And who are you supposed to be?" he asked rather obnoxiously. The guitar was gone and the RYNO 5 had returned to his hands. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havelock Vetinari Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) OOC: This should be interesting.IC (Cedar Park, Texas)Manuel's forces cleaned up quickly, dragging the bodies of the enemy combatants into quickly dug mass graves. The way Manuel figured it, they didn't deserve individual graves. He'd set up a small HQ in the ruins of a nearby house, combining the ruins with a hastily set up command tent. Two soldiers patrolled about the perimeter, they had participated in the assault and secretly hoped, Manuel was sure, the gangster scum tried to stage a counter attack. The key word being tried, his men and women were busy setting up a perimeter around this small neighborhood. He didn't have many men, but he knew how to deploy them so that every one of them counted. The two men outside his tent weren't really necessary, but he felt that an armed presence around the center of his operations would deter a gangster from trying to sneak in and stick a knife in his back.Abbas had not participated in the assault, he had stayed behind at the camp and, upon the return of some of his men to transport their materials from the camp to the city, he had assisted them....albeit with quite a lot of grumbling on his part. Now he was seated in his customary place in the command center, staring at the map of Texas quite intensely. He had his book open besides him and, noting that fact, Manuel averted his gaze. He had no wish to see what was within that book, whatever it was it allowed Abbas to drudge up an amazing amount of accurate intelligence on the gods and various others. Frankly, that was all Manuel cared about. He would tolerate all of the man's eccentricities for near-perfect intelligence, which was what he provided.Abbas spoke up suddenly, looking up from his work. "One of the pantheons will make a move soon. I know not which, but one of the smaller cities will be the target. I know not if any gods will stand against them on the battlefield." Abbas picked up his book and gazed at it for a solid minute before going on. "The rain will try to wipe away the foes of the Aztecs at El Paso, though the might of alien technology stands against them. I know not who will be the victor. But once more, I feel the Aztecs have a better chance of winning." With that, the old man hefted his book up from the desk and turned to leave the tent, leaving Manuel to his plans.Manuel took this all in for a second, Abbas was getting cryptic again, but he could easily decipher a rough approximation of what was going on at El Paso from his description. If he was correct, he didn't his men anywhere near that city for quite awhile. At the very least however, it sounded like the infernal innocent-murdering Aztecs would be bled for the city. He shuddered to think what they would do to the civilians, but as yet, he did not have the power to stop them. Edited June 19, 2012 by Basilisk I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people. You are wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: Gerhard"So, if we are taking the Bifröst, then I'd assume that we are going to Asgard?" Gerhard was somewhat confuse- at first it sounded like they wouldn't be going to Asgard, but then Tyr's mention of Bifröst made him near certain they would be. "Also, it seemed like you saw something, what was it?" Edited June 19, 2012 by Terminus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: The lightning flashed again, obscuring Haxor's vision for an instant. In that, he felt an hand tighten around his thought, and looked down to see the Aztec god standing there, hefting him with one arm."Who am I? I? Child, you know nothing of your elders."The god snarled."I am Tlaloc Tlamacazqui, the Giver and the Green One! I am he who brings rain, lord over lightning and the seas! I am-"At this point, Bellus found it prudent to firmly grasp the god, twisting him in such a way that would break any man's shoulders before driving an elbow into his face and hurling him off the craft."Bit wordy, eh? I suggest we focus on him."To do so, he leaped into the air. Dozens of knives flew from his arms, seemingly coming from nowhere. They flew towards Tlaloc, cutting the god, who roared deeply. Bellus landed in a crouch, extending his arms, which quickly shifted into grenade launchers, explosives sailing towards the Aztec.IC: Tyr shrugged as they walked."Odin informed me you were to report to him directly. Consider yourself lucky- few mortals have made this trip."He paused when they were a good distance away."This seems well enough. Heimdall!" he called.Suddenly, a blast of blue energy struck the ground, and Gerhard felt himself crushed before he found himself part of the stream of energy, rising into the column faster than any vehicle. He sped along through it, his father next to him. Within seconds they had left the atmosphere, the empty void of space around them. However, in the tunnel of light Gerhard felt nothing.Suddenly, the light stopped and Gerhard found himself launched into a spinning room, skidding across the ground. Tyr landed a bit more gracefully.As Gerhard stood, he found himself looking up at a massive god, wielding a gigantic two handed sword. Heimdall gazed down at him with glazed eyes."So, Tyr, this is your son. Looks well enough. The All-Father waits for you."However, all this would be at the back of Gerhard's mind as he looked across the bridge at a huge city, of gleaming gold and marble, gods and their castles living among the mountainous land. On either side of the bridge, the void dropped away into empty space. It was a sight to rival, and perhaps even exceed the glory of Olympus, a true paradise.Also, being one of less than fifty mortals to ever see this realm made it even cooler.OOC: Before you ask, yes, I watched Thor recently. Edited June 19, 2012 by Toast of Awesomeness Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC: HaxorHaxor rubbed his neck and jumped down next to Bellus, unleashing the might of the RYNO 5 in the general direction of Tlaloc. "Gunships!" he commanded, "concentrate all fire on the rain god!" Soon, Tlaloc was also being barraged by laser fire. Edited June 19, 2012 by Zyke the destroyer Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Two feathered serpents, some of the hugest there, wrapped around Haxor's former ride, bringing it down, while Ahuizotl leaped into the air to bring down the gunships, serpents bathing others in white hot flames.Tlaloc disappeared in a flash of lightning, the grey clouds moving to form his snarling face as lightning rained down on the hordes below.IC: Pax looked out from the city, the white armored god wringing his hands. He was the god of peace, the caregiver, the provider. However, he and Bellus were a duality- war and peace, range and calm, joy and anger.Sometimes war was necessary, but peace was what was to be strived for. So for now, Pax would wait to join the fight. However, he could help from here.From the citadel, waves of golden-white light spread out. The soldiers fighting from tanks, from the ground, from the machine gun nests, found themselves filled with new energetic, rallied to their cause. The citizens in the street found their courage, fighting back against Nagual and Aztec soldier. Winged, white armored figures dropped from the triangular aircraft, flying through the Ahuizotl, shredding the monsters, while on the ground, Bellus' army leaped onto the serpents, dragging them down to be destroyed.Yes, he could help from here. And so, wait he would. Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: HaxorNeedless to say, Haxor was very frustrated. His entire army had been almost obliterated. Summoning all of his godly energies, he opened a vortex in the sky out of which poured countless Ceph gunships and dropships. While the gunships focused their fire on the serpents, the dropships supplied more ground troops."We shall not be defeated!" he shouted into the crowd of new arrivals. The army raised their weapons and shrieked in agreement. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Gerhard"So, this is Asgard," Gerhard said, as he looked at the city. It seemed so unreal to him, even though he was a demigod, and he knew that this was where his father lived. Still slightly in shock, he tried to recover, and said: "Anyways, Odin wishes to see me? Things are probably even worse than I thought..." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) OOC: Countless is a bit much- remember, he does have limits. ;)IC: The very ground began to shake, cracks appearing in it. Both Bellus' and Haxor's ground forces found themselves falling in the crevices, from which came a burning orange light. Even many of the Ahuizotl fell into Mictlan. The crevices closed, leaving few ground forces left as the monsters and ships struggled.Meanwhile, far over the border, the sun shone strong through a break in the still raining clouds. It was almost too strong, in fact, and seemed to be growing.....During this, the humans and Bellus struggled on, as did his monsters on the ground. Pax's winged servants turned their attentions to the serpents, razor sharp wings slicing into them.IC: Suddenly Gerhard heard the bridge activate again, and looked back to find a tall, thickly built warrior, broadsword on his back with a gun of some sort at his side. He was armored as the gods, but he was obviously different.The man walked up to Gerhard, grasping him by the forearm."Jyrik Baldursson," he said in a thick accent. "You are son of Tyr?" he asked, indicating the one-handed god. Edited June 20, 2012 by Toast of Awesomeness Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Havelock Vetinari Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 (edited) IC (Cedar City, Texas)Manuel was hunched over his map, studying the makeup of Texas as his scouts and Abbas had reported it. Things weren't looking good, to put it mildly. New gods controlled much of the center of the state with Pantheons closing in on all sides. Judging from Abbas's talk of aliens, there may have been a high-technology group involved as well. This was just what he needed, humanity's sole advantage in this war had been it's technology, without that....well, they had one more advantage that he could see. Numbers, worst come to worst, they would swarm forth like a horde of army ants and with tooth and claw, take the fight to the gods. The gods viewed them as fodder for their armies, almost like insects he imagined. Well, he knew one thing, insects, in high numbers, were very dangerous indeed.Suddenly, he was interrupted, one of his soldiers was escorting a man into his tent. The man was old, older then Manuel. His glasses hung at an angle and one of the lenses was badly cracked. The man bore evidence of a recent beating, likely at the hands of the forces his men had dealt with. The fellow was trembling slightly, but he spoke nonetheless. "I'm...I'm the head of the neighborhood association. We're....we're wondering what you want with us. We can't give you much...we've only...we've only got enough for ourselves." That was what his mouth said, his eyes said he expected to be beaten and shot. Manuel was tempted to shake his head, this poor fellow had quite a lot of courage, he admired that. It was different kind of courage certainly, but it was there.Manuel put his hand on the man's shoulders. "I understand completely, our objective is to protect you, to reclaim this city from those criminals. The only thing I ask, is that if you have anyone willing to join us, don't try to stop them. We will train them, feed them and take care of them. You have no need to fear us, we're here to help." Manuel spoke in soft, almost soothing tones. This neighborhood had been through heck, he knew that much just from looking around. He knew who was to blame for this, those accursed gods, who in their egotistical power trips, thought that the lives of mortals such as this brave man did not matter. That these lives were beneath their notice. Manuel would give them a surprise soon enough if everything went well.The old man nodded gratefully. "Thank you. Thank you..." He kept repeating that phrase over and over as the soldier gently guided him out of the tent. Manuel returned to his map, he would take this city, slowly but surely, and then he would expand into the neighboring cities, until he had a true army with which to do battle with the gods. Humanity wasn't done, not by a long shot. They had survived the Ice Age, they had survived the Stone Age, they had survived any number of disasters and wars in their long history....and he would not let the gods end them. Not now. Not ever. Edited June 19, 2012 by Basilisk I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people. You are wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Gerhard"Yes, I am. And, judging by your name, would I be correct in assuming that you are the son of Baldur?" Now that he had actually recovered from the shock of arriving, he noticed how out of place he seemed. Everyone else was wearing armor somewhat similar to his that he had left at his apartment, but he was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. Of course, however, this really wasn't the time to be worrying about one's outfit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: "Yah. The All-Father called me here as well."Jyrik raised an eyebrow at Gerhard's outfit."You expect to meet the father of gods and men dressed in that?"Tyr facepalmed."Of course! Hold on, Gerhard..."He snapped the fingers of his good hand, and Gerhard found himself wearing his armor, weapons strapped on."Well, that takes care of that," said his father. "Let's go, Odin awaits." Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Terminus Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: GerhardGerhard just kept on getting surprised, which was unusual, as he was used to strange things happening around him. "Well, now I'd think that I'm ready to meet Odin. I've got the important armor, the important people, er, gods, and I've been waiting to meet Odin for a long time." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 19, 2012 Author Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Jyrik glanced at him. "Demigod," he corrected, in his thick accent.The group of divines made their way across the bridge, which seemed made of solid crystal. They entered the city of the gods, each building more glorious than any palace on earth. One stood above it all- the All-Father's Citadel, from where he watched the world.They entered, climbing staircase after staircase, and though Gerhard felt the effort, it did but tire him. It was like just being in Asgard fueled his abilities even more.After hours of walking, they reached the top- Odin's throne room. Godly warriors flanked the All-Father, stretching from the throne in two lines, pole arms at the ready. They approached, and Tyr and Jyrik bowed on one knee, as did Gerhard.Odin was just as he'd imagined- an ancient warrior, in golden armor and a winged helmet, his snow white beard hung down to his waist. In front of his his throne were an axe and sword, behind it, a great door leading to the balcony from where he watched the world."Rise," he commanded, and the three did so. Gerhard looked into the one remaining eye, and saw the wisdom and power of eons behind it. This was a being nearly as old as the world itself.Odin's voice was slow and measured when he spoke again."Welcome to Asgard, my sons." Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wyrd Bid Ful Araed Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Bob stared (with both eyes) at Travis. It could have been a look of contempt if it hadn't been so...weary. Like he was so used to random strangers popping into his life that he couldn't even be bothered to find them annoying anymore. After a few seconds he turned to Maat."Not one of mine," she answered, raising her hands in a gesture of innocent surprise.Bob sighed. "I don't suppose you want an egg?" he asked TravisIC: "No, look, I'm of legal age, here's my driver's license!" Rosa had been trying to buy a drink for five minutes now. Her latest attempt was met with a shrug from the bartender and a gesture towards the sign.Oh, course, you had to be 21 here. Blasted Americans! She settled for a root beer, anything to keep herself cool in this desert of a state. Why Artemis had ordered her here she had no idea. She could be with her family right now, parking the caravan somewhere to have a barbecue and watch Uncle Morris chase his own tail. Instead she was baking in some little bar, waiting to see if Artemis would pass on any further clues Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Promised Land Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 OOC: My profiles were already approved.Username: Promised LandName: Long ShuAge: 20Gender: MaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (blessed by Qinglong)Affiliation: Own group, helping the mortals.Appearance: Stands at around six-foot-even with an athletic build. He typically dresses in casual street clothing; jeans, t-shirt, etc. He has black hair with streaks of blue dyed into it. His expression is usually friendly.Weapons: Azure Lance- A war spear said to have been crafted from the bones of a dragon. Can be banished and summoned at will.Powers/skills: Shu is able to cause plant-life to grow just about anywhere. His vast knowledge of plants allows him to create toxins and medicines alike. Of his group, he is the most well-rounded.Biography: A first generation Chinese-American, Shu grew up with high expectations placed on him as the eldest son. Those expectations quickly became an afterthought, however, when he was saddled with another responsibility one night when he dreamed he was in a deep forest. A massive yellow dragon appeared before him, telling him that a coming battle amongst the gods threatened to upset the balance between the heavens and earth and in the process, wipe out all life on the planet. The dragon, which called itself Huang Long, had concluded that in order to prevent this, neither the old gods nor the new gods could not be allowed to remain on earth and so it tasked Shu and three others with helping mankind to drive the divine beings back in to the heavens. To give them a fighting chance, the dragon blessed them with the power of one of four Guardian Beasts, with Shu receiving the blessings of Qinglong, the Azure Dragon of the East. After a year of searching, Shu had found the others he was to work with and has fought alongside them ever since.Despite his private misgivings, Shu is determined to drive the gods off of the earth and protect his home. Recently, he has traveled to the state of Texas, where many gods are said to be gathering for something.Username: Promised LandName: Hotaru TsubameAge: 19Gender: FemaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (blessed by Suzaku)Affiliation: Own group, helping the mortals.Appearance: Dresses mostly in casual clothing with a red theme. Her hair is a reddish-brown and in certain lighting, appears to shimmer like fire.Weapons: Vermillion Blades- A pair of swords that were crafted to be light, yet sturdy enough to withstand Tsubame's flames. Can be banished and summoned at will.Powers/skills: Tsubame's powers center around fire, allowing her to create and manipulate it. Aside from this, she is capable of medium-distance flight and is the fastest of her group.Biography: Tsubame came to America when she was still a child, blissfully unaware of the growing tensions between the two generations of gods. However, an isolated incident between two rival gods that turned violent woke her to the uncomfortable truth of the situation after she was nearly killed and her friend Mai was badly maimed. Shortly afterward, a yellow dragon calling itself Koryu appeared before her in a dream. It told her that the gods had to be driven from the earth in order to prevent them from wiping out all life in their conflict and gave her the blessings of Suzaku, the Vermillion Bird of the South. Leaving with Mai, she eventually found the others that would be helping her and joined up with them.Tsubame is normally a sweet and cheerful girl who spends most of her time looking after Mai. Deep down, however, she harbors a grudge towards the gods for what happened to her friend and is prepared to do whatever it takes to get revenge.Username: Promised LandName: Lee Kang-Dae ("Kang" for short)Age: 22Gender: MaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (blessed by Baekho)Affiliation: Own group, helping the mortals.Appearance: The largest of the group, standing at around six-foot eight and a muscular build. Often seen in a white muscle shirt and jeans. His white hair is cut short.Weapons: White Edge- An axe that can return to its owner when thrown. Can be banished and summoned at will.Powers/skills: Kang can manipulate most metals, whether it's bending them or increasing or decreasing their mass. He cannot, however, create metal as his power only works on metal that is already nearby, so he prefers to use it to supplement his physical prowess. As a result, he is the best pure fighter of the group.Biography: No matter where he goes, Kang is always ready for a fight. Having trained extensively in the martial arts ever since childhood, Kang walked the streets constantly looking for a scrap. So when a yellow dragon called Hwang-Ryong appeared before him in a dream and gave him the blessing of Baekho the White Tiger of the West to fight the gods, he was more than ecstatic. Wasting little time, Kang packed his things and went out in search of his chosen comrades. When he finally found them, he turned his attention to Texas, where he had heard that the gods might be getting ready for war.Username: Promised LandName: Tang Tuyet MaiAge: 16Gender: FemaleSpecies: Blessed Mortal (blessed by Huyen Vu)Affiliation: Own group, helping the mortals.Appearance: Has a very fragile appearance, with a pale complexion, short black hair, and large black eyes. Wears black shorts, a black sleeve-less hoodie, and black boots.Weapons: Black Mauls- A pair of enourmous gauntlets that are nearly half as large as Mai herself held together by magic. They are extremely durable and can double as shields but are permanently affixed to her arms at the elbow. They look something along the lines of these.Powers/skills: Mai's most obvious power is her incredible physical strength, which is necessary in order for her to use her arms properly. She is strong enough to not only swing her huge fists as if they were regular hands, the force generated can break through most walls. As a result, she needs to be extremely careful when moving at the risk of breaking something in her surroundings. She also has limited water-based powers, although they're not powerful enough to really cause any harm. In fact, the most useful of those abilities is being able to breathe while underwater.Biography: Several years ago, Mai was the victim of a terrible accident that was caused by a pair of quarreling gods. Although she managed to survive, she lost both of her arms and the experience left her a traumatized shell of her old self. One night, a yellow dragon came to her in a dream and gave her the blessings of Huyen Vu, the Black Tortoise of the North, so that she could help her friend Tsubame drive the gods off of the earth. When she awoke, she found that her prosthetic arms had been replaced by enormous gauntlets, a change which came with quite a few complications amongst the mortals. Tsubame was able to sneak her away and eventually, they came across two young men who had been given a similar task.Mai was once a friendly and energetic girl but the accident caused her personality to completely flip around. When she's not fighting, she quietly sits around staring into space as if she were in a daze. Most attempts to speak to her don't go anywhere.IC: Somewhere in Texas... "You really shouldn't eat while you're driving." "Aw, can it," a young man scowled through a mouthful of burger, "I'm hungry and I want to eat. Besides, there's barely anyone else on this road right now." The young man in the passenger seat next to him shrugged and turned to look out the window. "Well, I guess someone has to eat all of this stuff." "If it's too much for you and the girls, then I don't have a problem finishing it for you." "Just keep driving, Kang." Kang smirked quietly before taking another bite. "You hear about that shoot-out in Cedar Park earlier?" "No, what happened?" "News didn't really catch wind of it until about an hour or so," Kang continued, "Apparently a pair of militias were having at it over at Cedar Park. Reports say it was turf war-fare but the details were kind of sketchy." "How does Huang Long think that we can beat the gods when we're still busy fighting amongst ourselves?" "Heh, well that's what we're for, eh Shu?" Kang asked, glancing over at the young man, "Help 'em out whenver we can and give them a fighting chance." "We're just four people, Kang. Even if we do have these powers, how effective are they going to be against actual gods?" "Dunno," Kang shrugged, raising the burger to his mouth, "Guess we'll find out when we get there." His former links: The Legend of Zelda: The Fouth Triforce, Trials of Brothers (review), Seven Eyes of the Dead, Yu-Gi-Oh!- Darkness Returns!Personal Links: Astray, Kit Preview Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zulu Yankee Kilo Echo Posted June 19, 2012 Share Posted June 19, 2012 IC: Travis"You know what," Travis replied, walking to the refrigerator, "an egg would be really nice right about now."He opened the fridge and pulled out an egg, threw it up into the air, then shot a fireball from his hands. The flame wrapped itself around the egg before it was almost immediately extinguished. Travis caught the cooked egg in his hands and cracked it open. But instead of yolk spilling everywhere, the contents of the shell fell out as if the egg had been hard-boiled. Travis chomped down and chewed noisily."Delicious," he said, swallowing. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Toast of Awesomeness Posted June 20, 2012 Author Share Posted June 20, 2012 IC: After pondering on what else he could do, Pax had made a decision. He would not fight- the embodiment of peace could not be seen to do that. However, he would be able to aid.The Aztecs were rampaging through the city. Even a being as optimistic as he could see the situation wasn't good. However, there was a way out.In times like these, the citizens who were not able to fight were to gather at their nearest bunker with their families and some supplies. The bunkers were large, concrete structures, primarily underground. The largest ones were on the farther edge of the city, where the Aztecs had not reacted yet. Currently, they were holding 40% of the civilian population.He almost smiled. That was far better than he had thought. Even if this was all hw could save- it would be enough.Pax blinked, appearing in front of the largest bunker. The others he dispatched some of his winged servants to.He entered the building, passing through the huge metal doors to see the people huddled inside."People of El Paso!" cried the god."I have a plan." Well, would you just look at that? I'm a piece of toast. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Alex Humva Posted June 20, 2012 Share Posted June 20, 2012 (edited) OOCGents.Username: Alex HumvaName: Marcus AquilliusAge: 32Gender: MaleSpecies: Human, possibly related to Mars if you go way back to the founding of Rome.Affiliation: None at this time.Appearance: Cleanly shaved, with a lean build and standing at 6'1". Dark brown hair, slightly darkened skin, with a good amount of scars scattered across his body. Still has some youthful looks, though most are covered up by the scars. Also has those Italian looks.Weapons: One specially forged gladius, which keeps it sharpened regardless of what he tries to cut. One specially forged scutum, which is bulletproof against small arms and resistant against automatic rifle weaponry such as an AK-47. One Glock 21, non magical or anything, because lead hurts regardless of who you are.Powers/skills: No divine or magical powers, but his strength needs mentioning. As a legionary he was expected to march with 60 or more pounds of gear, through the hot Italian sun or the bitingly cold Germanic winters. Legionary training took the weak and made them soldiers; this guy wasn't weak to start with, and being a legionary only made him better. As such, he's got some pretty awesome endurance; nothing superhuman of course, but he can carry around his gear all day and not be about to pass out.Biography: Marcus' life was pretty standard for the time; he grew up on the outskirts of a city in Italy, tending to a farm until he was sixteen, at which point he got married then left for adventure in the Roman frontiers. This was during the time of Augustus' expansions, so he was put into a legion going up into Germania for further conquest of that region. During a barbarian raid, though, his century was wiped out, him being left for dead in the forest.This is where the next point of Marcus' life began; Hypnos was wandering through the forest, as gods liked to do in the olden days, coming across the dying Marcus. He took some degree of pity on him, sending him into a deep sleep so his body could heal it's wounds. The side effect was that Marcus would sleep for over two thousand years. When Marcus finally awoke, transplanted to Chicago, the world was different, and Hypnos, a minor god and barely surviving due to the lack of worship, was present for him. Hypnos gave the legionary what boils down to a divine recap of what the world was now, also giving Marcus the ability to speak English, because otherwise he'd be pretty screwed.That was shock enough for Marcus, but then he realized a crucial fact; the woman he had loved was long dead. This understandably caused some angst on Marcus' part, and he decided to take it out on the weakened god, giving him a good shield blow and escaping into the modern world. He had no identity and no place, but he did have one thing; he knew Hypnos would be out for revenge, and he was able to quickly find out that there was a boiling point in a land called Texas, where all the gods were coming to blows. It took him two weeks, a lot of walking, hitch hiking, and a few nasty run ins, but he eventually reached the state, and there he found a son of Vulcan, who, after a little persuasion, reforged him a new gladius and scutum, specially forged for side effects, though Marcus refused to give up his lorica squamata, his body armor. A little more persuasion and he found himself a Glock 21.And now we have the modern day; Marcus lives in an abandoned apartment house, it's residents fleeing from the divine battleground. At the moment he has no allegiances, no so much hating the gods as he just doesn't care for their battles, and the mortal world holds nothing for him but the reminder that he is far, far, from home. He's been keeping a low profile to avoid Hypnos' wrath, but he knows one of these days he's going have to confront the minor god once more.Username: Alex HumvaName: Steven VackAge: 23Gender: MaleSpecies: Demigod, son of VulcanAffiliation: IndependentAppearance: Dark golden hair, with a rugged and muscled appearance. Stands at 6'3", has a combination of Native American and Italian looks, with dull green eyes. Possesses many burn scars, notably one covering his left cheek and several around his hands and up his arms.Weapons: His main weapon is a blacksmith's hammer, fully capable of smashing someone's skull in, as well as a long (six foot) wood pole bound with bronze. Not a fun thing to get hit with.Powers/skills: Steven can't do anything flashy, his powers resting in practicality; being a son of Vulcan has blessed him with skills of the forge that no mortal can hope to match. His forging goes above and beyond making good weapons, passing into the realm of magic; the weapons he makes can be imbued with certain abilities. Some would call it enchanting, but the Greeks/Romans didn't really have 'enchantments'; a master blacksmith who forged a sword make a master sword, a god who forged a sword made a godly sword. No so much enchanting as much as just doing it so good, and having the right blood, that whatever you make gains a cool ability. These abilities are nothing really powerful or showy though; Steven's only a demigod, after all. He can make swords never go dull, make shields bulletproof, make an axe spark a little, those sorts of things. Useful, but not city leveling.Biography: Steven had an odd sort of childhood; being the son of Vulcan, or at least that aspect of the god, meant that he was a target for divine vengeance since day one. The good thing was, he was a son of Vulcan; a god who had little rivalries, aside from the occasional bout with Hera/Juno, and the other divine pranks the gods of old so liked to pull on each other. When his powers had begun to manifest themselves and the divine watchers observing him realized he was no threat to them, he was left largely to his own purposes.Which brings us to the modern day, wherein he lives out on the Texas-Oklahoma border, forging equipment for anyone with enough money, or in some cases, big enough weapons. His loyalties to the gods are only skin deep, mostly just wanting to do his own thing and not be tangled with the ever waging war between the old and the new.Username: Alex HumvaName: Amanda WilcoxAge: 29Gender: FemaleSpecies: Human, mortalAffiliation: Independant/GovernmentAppearance: Amanda has shoulder length glossy black hair, accented by dark brown eyes and a lean build, not quite muscular but still rather fit. Has a blend of Mexican and Italian features, with little scarring except for around her hands.Weapons: She carries a FMG-9 for self defense, but her real weapon is her suit of powered armor. This beastie isn’t quite Iron Man, but it’s getting there. It runs off of a combination of hydraulics and motors, giving it immense strength, though it isn’t as noticeable once it’s armament is loaded on. It carries an inch of chobham, the stuff main battle tanks wear, with three inches of kevlar plating layered underneath. It makes it **** heavy (mostly from the chobham), but it works for keeping stuff like AK-47s at bay. Obviously the armor varries a bit; the joints aren’t going be as thick, and the hands are mainly kevlar fabric with plating layered on for maximum tactile stuffs. The real cool thing about it though it’s load out; it has specially modified P90s attached to both arms, with two hundred round clips loaded into them. Perfect for anti personal stuff; it also carries a modified auto-reloading Carl Gustav on it’s right arm, for the larger and more armored baddies. Another thing is that it’s got some high tech HUD; the helmet is equipped with a HUD that, using sensors in visible light, ultraviolet, and infrared, can accurately trace an object and assist in it’s targeting, as well as having military grade Google Goggles, letting it see info pried from the military database, or if not available, the internet. The end result is a mean fighting machine that can go toe and toe with lower powered demigods, though not without it’s limitations; repairs are a tricky thing taking a lot of time, the mech, despite having tank armor, is still not going fair well against anti-armor rounds or anti-tank rounds, as an M1 Abrams has like ten inches of chobham; this has a tenth of it. It can run at a max of around 30 KPH (about 18 MPH), and can lift a good two hundred kilos (about 440 pounds).Powers/skills: I’m pretty sure the mech counts as a power, but Amanda, despite being a squishy mortal, does have one extremely useful skill; she’s a brilliant engineer. Machinery simply clicks for her, and that can be vital in a fight.Biography: Amanda’s childhood is of no concern for these purposes; the real story of her life starts when she got into college. Her nack for machines and somewhat rich of a family scored her a position at MIT at the age of 17, with a partial scholarship paying most of her tenure. When she had gotten her undergraduate at 20, her successes were turning a few heads. By now the gods were fully aware to the public at large, but Amanda never had much interest in them; others, however, did. A splinter faction of the US Military approached her, wishing to recruit her talents. She went on to earn her masters and then eventually Ph.D in engineering at MIT, all the while working with the splinter faction and her team in designing a weapon that could be used to combat the gods. The end result was a suit of powered armor, equipped with the weapons needed to take on the divinity’s servants. In the modern day Amanda and her team are finishing up the first iteration of the suit, preparing to ship out to Texas to begin fighting the gods while the splinter group retreats back, watching and waiting.IC [Marcus/Houston/Train]It was so perfect.Her face was perfect. The weather was perfect. Everything... perfect."I have to go," he said quietly to her. "The centurion will have me shoveling latrines for the whole of my tour if I'm late.""When will you return?""As soon as I can love. I'm getting well known in the legions; I might be a centurion myself once I return. I can retire, and we can spend the rest of our days together.""Then I'll wait."He blinked awake from the dream, and the surge emotions that came with it followed. He pushed down the urge to crush the skull of whoever was next to him and calmed himself. His wife was gone. His world was gone. Killing could not fix that. The gods could not fix it. He was not about to lose control, not after he had spent so much time bringing himself to accept reality. He would go home, he would sleep, he would dream, he would wake up, and he would live.[Amanda/Cambridge/Massachusetts Institute of Technology]"Professor, we've completed the final tests to the suit."Amanda Wilcox turned around, looking at the assistant next to her, then at the suit of armor behind her. It was quite truly a feat of technology, using a combination of advanced graphite batteries and hydrogen fuel cells to operate at its full capacity, assisted by hydraulic pumps. With a relatively simple computer brain, the machine was still almost able to pilot itself. It really was a war machine."Alright, pack it up, we'll need to get moving here soon." She turned back to her computer display, checking a few final equations and listening to the computer's mutterings through her earphones. Everything had to go together just right. It may of been made to survive a fight, but it still had to be properly prepared. If she understood correctly, it'd be going into action very soon."Professor Wilcox." She turned once more to see a man dressed in air force greens, the new digiprint style. "I trust that I'll be able to suit up immediately?""Give it a minute or two, we're finishing putting in the coolant." She sighed. Lieutenant William Ishikawa, a good officer, though hard to work around. He'd only been here the last two weeks and he had proven himself to be more than a slight nuisance, but he was good at what he did.He nodded, deciding not to make note of it. The plan was simple; once the suit was ready, it'd be stowed into a storage crate and sent on its way to a cargo plane in possession of the group of people she was working for. After that, it'd be on its way to Texas, ready to do battle against the gods. Her and her team would come along to assist, keeping the suit working while the good lieutenant fought the battles.She had just finished tapping in a command when the door blew open, smoke billowing in. Ishikawa roughly pushed her to the ground, a massive sound filling the room. Her earphones were shielded, meant to keep the deafening sounds of a workshop out, though her ears still range from the sound. When she got up there was bits and pieces of metal scattered around, soft clacks of silenced weapons outside. The lieutenant was on the ground, blood pouring from his shoulder. Her team was huddled around the suit, holding to their ears desperately. They must of been effected by the flash bang.A man rushed into the room, fire in his hands. Obvious demigod. He noticed her, eyes showing behind a clear gas mask. She coughed, pulling herself away as he unleashed a blast on her. It hit the computer, causing the desktop to sag slightly into its metal desk. In desperation, she ran towards the suit. It was open, pipes still connected to it. She pulled herself into it, hitting the button on the side and feeling foam begin to press up against her. Soon she was encased in metal, alone in the darkness and smoke. Then the smoke cleared out, and dim lights came up, the initialization process.It took a full minute, but it booted up. The HUD came online, and she looked at the pyro, who was looking confusedly at the suit. She tested moving a bit, the pyro taking a few steps back before unleashing a searing fire ball, causing her team to pull away from the suit. The suit itself beeped slightly, an image of the thermal properties of the suit appearing. Everything was in acceptable temperature ranges.She lifted her hand, foam compressed around it. She tested that out while more men piled into the room, lifting rifles. She looked at a bar at the bottom of the visor; they hadn't loaded ammo into any of the guns. She'd have to do something a bit more old fashion. Her fist surged out, catching the pyro cleanly on his arm and knocking him into the wall with ease. She took a few hesitant steps forward, and the men began to open fire. A warning appeared, showing the suit with areas of increasing redness. It couldn't survive this for very long.She took a few more steps forward, swinging her fists the best she could. She caught two in a single blow, and another three scattered, avoiding her sweeping blows. In desperation she picked up a table, several dozen kilos, and tossed it at the remaining, succeeding in flattening one and causing the other two to panic. They may of had the equipment of professionals, but these guys obviously weren't the brightest or most well trained.She turned to her team, who were still cowering in a corner. She clenched her fingers in the right sequence, letting herself out of the machine. Moving quickly she ripped long Ethernet wire from the assembled computers, tying one end to a finger on the suit and taking the other to one of the programmers. She tapped something on his neck, quick precise movements, and thankfully he understood, holding onto the offered rope while she did the same with the rest of her team.When she had finished she pulled herself back into the suit, walking forward slowly while her team followed. There was an elevator down to the lower levels; she just had to get there, hope it wasn't secured, and get her team there without them tripping and killing themselves. At that point it was a simple tram ride to a cargo loading point and they'd follow the original point. These guys obviously weren't professionals, so there was half a chance of success.At that point, they'd be loaded onto a plane and taken to Houston. Once there... she didn't know what'd happen. There was suppose to be contacts in place, people who'd help... well, she had the here and now to worry about at the moment. Edited June 20, 2012 by Programmer Alex Humva 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 21 34 55 89 "In short, my English Lit friend, living in a mental world of absolute rights and wrongs, may be imagining that because all theories are wrong, the earth may be thought spherical now, but cubical next century, and a hollow icosahedron the next, and a doughnut shape the one after." -Isaac Asimov, responding to a letter he had received saying that scientific certainty was false, The Relativity of Wrong Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lara White Posted June 20, 2012 Share Posted June 20, 2012 OOC: Pre-approved.Username: Lloyd: the White WolfName: The MessengerAge: N/AGender: Technically, N/A, looks maleSpecies: ???Affiliation: He occasionally refers to some Higher Power.Appearance: Varying, but his standard appearance is of a middle-aged white male, physically fit, in a white suit.Weapons: Typically doesn't carry a weapon, but can manifest a blazing sword when necessary.Powers/skills: As tends to be typical for people like him, he can appear anywhere, anytime. Is capable of holding his own against pretty much anything on the field, since one of his jobs is as a defender of the helpless. His Paladins (IE his Blessed Mortals, members of the Order of the Evangel) have the power to drive off minor gods if they are numerous enough or fight hard enough, as befitting paladins of a guardian. They also have luck which strains the idea of "chance" and tend to arrive in the nick of time.Biography: The Messenger appeared slightly prior to the return of the pantheons, subtly dropping warnings that people would need to seek safety in the near future. Not everyone listened to him, and for that he grieves, but now he is taking a more active role to protect the people who remain. He has founded the Order of the Evangel, an organization of paladins whose objective is to turn cities and their inhabitants away from the dark powers that ravage the Earth. There are hints in the historical record, if one knows where to look, that he's been around for a while, but exactly how long no one can tell and what is his doing is even more impossible to know.IC: The man next to Marcus looked up at the Roman, then sat back in his seat."Marcus Aquilius, despair not. You are to be a champion of the weak, a protector of the small when the oppression of the gods looms large." Of course, he didn't say this in English--he spoke, rather, in Latin. What else would one speak to a Roman in? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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