Post by badmun on Nov 3, 2019 21:53:11 GMT -6
Name: Clash
Alias: Shork
Age: 10
Gender: Am Boy!
Race: Living Weapon
Alignment: Shork!
Pre-existing or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Third quarter, Twenty fifth fiscal year, Z'donde's Reign.
Place of Birth: Pershov Cluster, the L Dimension
Physical Appearance: At an impressive 4 meters long, and weighing roughly 2,200 kilograms, Clash is a massive mad lad bordering on Thicc status, though most of that is armour plating and mechanical components. His eyes bare a resemblance to old timey car headlights on lamp swivels, and his fins are all pronounced and bladed.
While donning his human disguise, Clash appears as a rather plane, although somewhat slim human with short blonde hair and loose fitting clothes that always seem to match the local attire.
Special Abilities:
LAND SHARK: Clash is capable of passing through solid earth and stone as though he's some kinda land shark, swimming through any solid matter as easily as a real shark can swim through water. He does not warp, distort, or disturb the matter he's swimming through, and can swim through any solid or liquid but not gasses. Flying sharks are weird.
Metal Shark Evangellion: Clash is more than just your regular cyborg land shark. He's powered by an atomic furnace, able to process any matter he consumes into energy. This means that so long as something exists, Clash can eat it, digest it, and turn it into fuel. Clash's digestive system is 100% efficient, and he does not poop. This is an important detail, I promise.
Self repair: For Clash, healing is a lifestyle choice. He may choose to convert energy from his atomic furnace into the matter that makes up his body, burning through his fuel reserves to regrow anything chopped off, shot up, punched in or ground down on his beautiful bod. This process is rather inefficient however, something to do with thermodynamics. Clash is too dumb for that stuff.
An elaborate human disguise: Clash's body is capable of dimensional storage and camoflage, his metal frame twisting and folding itself down until it can hide within the form of an average human shmuck. Save for lingering traces of what he once was, this disguise is perfect, too perfect. Clash becomes a normal human, with all the frailties, weaknesses, alergies and itches that come with being a normal mortal human. His one saving grace is how quickly he can convert from human to shark and from shark to human, though the transformation leaves Clash's internal components exposed for the duration, meaning he is vulnerable while between forms.
Sharknado: Clash is capable of expelling from his mouth a concentrated cyclone, creating huge vortexes of air capable of lifting a person off the ground and throwing them around. Similarly, he's able to start pulling air into his mouth and through his body, sucking objects into his waiting maw.
Weapons:
Sharp fin soup: Okay it's not actually a soup, but Clash's fins are all bladed, his tail especially a great scything blade with a wicked curve to it. You don't want a drive-by from this fish.
The maw of doom: Clash's mouth has three individual rows of teeth, all of them apparently on automated tracks, causing them to rev up quickly like three alternating rows of chainsaws or buzzsaws. If that's not enough, there's only one place to go after you get past those teeth though, down to that atomic furnace to find out how Clash puts the fish in fission. It works, trust me. Just... don't let him bite you. Like a real shark, he's capable of regrowing his teeth like it ain't no thang. However, he often chooses to dislodge them while using his sharknado, trapping people in a storm of sharp metal projectiles hurled around at hurricane force wind.
Remoraz: Oh, Clash's little baby drones. His armour has special docking ports allowing him to carry these four precious little dumplings on his back while travelling through terrain. While he is surfaced, Clash can deploy these attack craft. They store a reserve of power drawn from Clash's own supply, and are capable of self propelled flight but are unable to travel through solid objects like Clash can while separated from him. They are capable of unleashing concussive blasts of hyperaccelerated particles, and can self destruct, violently releasing their entire power reserve all at once and making them function like guided missiles. Clash can regenerate these drones over time, but it takes a considerable amount of time and cannot be done immediately after losing one. Clash is able to see and hear whatever they see and hear, making his Remoraz an incredibly valuable surveilance and scouting tool.
History:
On another world not dissimilar to our Earth, a cabal of engineers, scientists, thinkers and tycoons took a step few organisations could; They stepped out of the shadows. Their control of the media and resources on their world, combined with their greed and ambition, allowed a complete global conquest, with all dissentors eradicated within mere weeks. The tyrannical are insatiable, though. While many of this inner circle were contented with the excesses and pleasure afforded by total domination, a select few sought a higher calling, a greater state of being. From within this cabal arose the sect calling itself L, and L would take this madness further.
The cabal should've seen this coming, for it was how they destroyed their own world. L rose to key positions and kept its agenda hidden, playing the long game until they were truly ready. Nobody remembers who the first Interix was, but their transformation was legendary, a human consciousness in an inhuman body, man ascended to godhood and glorious to behold. Decades of dedicated scientific advancement, dogmatic refinement and human experimentation lead to the creation of the first true living god, and he was wrathful. With an army of flesh and steel woven together in perfect unity, L overturned the cabal, but this was no mere political coup it was a transcendence, a fundamental change to life itself on their world.
No one was spared, no child or nation or people or person. Those who did not submit to L were neutralized and processed, their broken bodies added to the cause regardless of its original protests. The Interex oversaw it all, its former colleagues now prelates of a glorious new paradigm that spanned the planet. However, it was not enough, they reached further and in all directions. L had achieved so much, and studied concepts so arcane and esoteric that their technology soon resembled magic, an air of religious tradition springing up as L cracked the fundamental secrets of their universe, peering beyond the veil and into the abyss.
Taking the new title of Dimension L, the reigning Interex opened negotiations with extradimensional beings, stepping through the veil between worlds with merchants of death peddling living weapons to the highest bidder, still plagued by that greed that lead down this dark path, still wanting more. They studied many realities, many worlds, finding creatures abstract and terrifying to base their technological terrors on, new templates to hold the dark secrets of Dimension L. This lead to the Blue Steel product line, based on "The giant huntering fish of planet Dirt".
Yeah, that was four paragraphs of backstory and I'm just now mentioning Clash. Holy balls that's crazy. Clash was a made-to-order Blue Steel living weapon, kept in a storage tank within the ruined, hollowed husk of their original world. When the tower appeared, it caused a chain reaction, collapsing the world in on itself and destroying the planet, the tower, and the reigning Interex. The storage depot in which Clash was stored was pulled out of that reality, though, and with the power cut Clash emerged from his pod, wandering until he found a door leading to Jherra...
Alias: Shork
Age: 10
Gender: Am Boy!
Race: Living Weapon
Alignment: Shork!
Pre-existing or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Third quarter, Twenty fifth fiscal year, Z'donde's Reign.
Place of Birth: Pershov Cluster, the L Dimension
Physical Appearance: At an impressive 4 meters long, and weighing roughly 2,200 kilograms, Clash is a massive mad lad bordering on Thicc status, though most of that is armour plating and mechanical components. His eyes bare a resemblance to old timey car headlights on lamp swivels, and his fins are all pronounced and bladed.
While donning his human disguise, Clash appears as a rather plane, although somewhat slim human with short blonde hair and loose fitting clothes that always seem to match the local attire.
Special Abilities:
LAND SHARK: Clash is capable of passing through solid earth and stone as though he's some kinda land shark, swimming through any solid matter as easily as a real shark can swim through water. He does not warp, distort, or disturb the matter he's swimming through, and can swim through any solid or liquid but not gasses. Flying sharks are weird.
Metal Shark Evangellion: Clash is more than just your regular cyborg land shark. He's powered by an atomic furnace, able to process any matter he consumes into energy. This means that so long as something exists, Clash can eat it, digest it, and turn it into fuel. Clash's digestive system is 100% efficient, and he does not poop. This is an important detail, I promise.
Self repair: For Clash, healing is a lifestyle choice. He may choose to convert energy from his atomic furnace into the matter that makes up his body, burning through his fuel reserves to regrow anything chopped off, shot up, punched in or ground down on his beautiful bod. This process is rather inefficient however, something to do with thermodynamics. Clash is too dumb for that stuff.
An elaborate human disguise: Clash's body is capable of dimensional storage and camoflage, his metal frame twisting and folding itself down until it can hide within the form of an average human shmuck. Save for lingering traces of what he once was, this disguise is perfect, too perfect. Clash becomes a normal human, with all the frailties, weaknesses, alergies and itches that come with being a normal mortal human. His one saving grace is how quickly he can convert from human to shark and from shark to human, though the transformation leaves Clash's internal components exposed for the duration, meaning he is vulnerable while between forms.
Sharknado: Clash is capable of expelling from his mouth a concentrated cyclone, creating huge vortexes of air capable of lifting a person off the ground and throwing them around. Similarly, he's able to start pulling air into his mouth and through his body, sucking objects into his waiting maw.
Weapons:
Sharp fin soup: Okay it's not actually a soup, but Clash's fins are all bladed, his tail especially a great scything blade with a wicked curve to it. You don't want a drive-by from this fish.
The maw of doom: Clash's mouth has three individual rows of teeth, all of them apparently on automated tracks, causing them to rev up quickly like three alternating rows of chainsaws or buzzsaws. If that's not enough, there's only one place to go after you get past those teeth though, down to that atomic furnace to find out how Clash puts the fish in fission. It works, trust me. Just... don't let him bite you. Like a real shark, he's capable of regrowing his teeth like it ain't no thang. However, he often chooses to dislodge them while using his sharknado, trapping people in a storm of sharp metal projectiles hurled around at hurricane force wind.
Remoraz: Oh, Clash's little baby drones. His armour has special docking ports allowing him to carry these four precious little dumplings on his back while travelling through terrain. While he is surfaced, Clash can deploy these attack craft. They store a reserve of power drawn from Clash's own supply, and are capable of self propelled flight but are unable to travel through solid objects like Clash can while separated from him. They are capable of unleashing concussive blasts of hyperaccelerated particles, and can self destruct, violently releasing their entire power reserve all at once and making them function like guided missiles. Clash can regenerate these drones over time, but it takes a considerable amount of time and cannot be done immediately after losing one. Clash is able to see and hear whatever they see and hear, making his Remoraz an incredibly valuable surveilance and scouting tool.
History:
On another world not dissimilar to our Earth, a cabal of engineers, scientists, thinkers and tycoons took a step few organisations could; They stepped out of the shadows. Their control of the media and resources on their world, combined with their greed and ambition, allowed a complete global conquest, with all dissentors eradicated within mere weeks. The tyrannical are insatiable, though. While many of this inner circle were contented with the excesses and pleasure afforded by total domination, a select few sought a higher calling, a greater state of being. From within this cabal arose the sect calling itself L, and L would take this madness further.
The cabal should've seen this coming, for it was how they destroyed their own world. L rose to key positions and kept its agenda hidden, playing the long game until they were truly ready. Nobody remembers who the first Interix was, but their transformation was legendary, a human consciousness in an inhuman body, man ascended to godhood and glorious to behold. Decades of dedicated scientific advancement, dogmatic refinement and human experimentation lead to the creation of the first true living god, and he was wrathful. With an army of flesh and steel woven together in perfect unity, L overturned the cabal, but this was no mere political coup it was a transcendence, a fundamental change to life itself on their world.
No one was spared, no child or nation or people or person. Those who did not submit to L were neutralized and processed, their broken bodies added to the cause regardless of its original protests. The Interex oversaw it all, its former colleagues now prelates of a glorious new paradigm that spanned the planet. However, it was not enough, they reached further and in all directions. L had achieved so much, and studied concepts so arcane and esoteric that their technology soon resembled magic, an air of religious tradition springing up as L cracked the fundamental secrets of their universe, peering beyond the veil and into the abyss.
Taking the new title of Dimension L, the reigning Interex opened negotiations with extradimensional beings, stepping through the veil between worlds with merchants of death peddling living weapons to the highest bidder, still plagued by that greed that lead down this dark path, still wanting more. They studied many realities, many worlds, finding creatures abstract and terrifying to base their technological terrors on, new templates to hold the dark secrets of Dimension L. This lead to the Blue Steel product line, based on "The giant huntering fish of planet Dirt".
Yeah, that was four paragraphs of backstory and I'm just now mentioning Clash. Holy balls that's crazy. Clash was a made-to-order Blue Steel living weapon, kept in a storage tank within the ruined, hollowed husk of their original world. When the tower appeared, it caused a chain reaction, collapsing the world in on itself and destroying the planet, the tower, and the reigning Interex. The storage depot in which Clash was stored was pulled out of that reality, though, and with the power cut Clash emerged from his pod, wandering until he found a door leading to Jherra...
