Legends aren't born! Legends are made! From the humble beginning of those seeking glory, they strive to rise to the occasion to establish their legacy.
Legacies crafted from the ambitions and actions of those extraordinary. Born with powers that exceed the capabilities of mere mortals, everyone is destined for greatness.
Remember, Legends aren't born. Legends are made! However, every legend is different from the other. Every legacy leaves a wake of darkness in its wake or a shining ray of hope. The question is, what type of legend will you be?
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Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 3, 2018 19:14:21 GMT
Somewhere in New York, more specially in the underworld where the vile criminals govern by their own accord. There lied a darken room, completely void of light. The only source of noise was the dripping water from the far end of the room. For those within the room, whatever feelings may be riled up – they signed up for a life of crime. Dedicated to creating chaos, destroying the structures of justice, and/or simply being the incarnate of evil. Every willing soul stood within this room, waiting for why they had attended this meeting. Minutes after waiting, the room lit up instantly as a woman stood there.
She stood (with her hands behind her back) in this punk, gothic outfit – the style reminiscent of a maid. She possessed a smile, a grim expression. She was looked around slowly, analyzing the crowd. The woman glared at them as if she could peer into their souls, testing to see if anybody broke in spirit. The environment was tensed. It was a room full of murders, rapist, and thieves. She eventually lifted one hand from behind her, placing a mic towards her mouth so she could speak.
“Well..well..well. I was expecting less people. That’s okay, I prepared for something like this.”
Her voice echoed around the room, one that appeared larger than expected. The building in fact was a warehouse, established in the slums of Chinatown. The call for this meeting was by voice of mouth, the memo consisted of a big payout for those vile and tenacious enough.
“There will be a big payout, but there is too many of you all. Kill each other...Those that survive will move onto the next stage.”
Afro had come here to this abandoned warehouse on a whim, he had heard the payout for attending this little get together would be well worth the reward and being a gathering of villains he was well prepared to kill people if the mood called for it even other villains, Afro was just surprised that the time had come so soon. Afro could see the abrupt way in which the woman ordered for blood seemed to shake some of the villains, something which afro took full advantage of as he turned to the nearest villain and instantly beheaded him with a simple swing of his sword, from that simple exchange Afro new he would have no need for his quirk to kill these people and took his time walking while swinging his sword in various ways, blood always flew the second his blade moved. So far 3 people had already lost their heads in a flurry of sword swings to quick for them to react to.
Description: Swifter than death is a simple samurais garb with a white kendo shirt and red kendo pants. Each material of the user is made with the own users hair allowing them to be immune to the users own powers, The design of the costume is extremely form fitting grasping on to the users body like a second skin, promoting blood circulation with in the body and boosting the users overall brain activity and perception. The bottom half of the users clothes are fitted with minuscule weights primarily on the legs to restrict the user just enough that he is forced to use strength to move his legs instead of speed.(Moves at the users strength)
Payment:1000 Gold
Name: Rokutaro Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: C Type: Defensive/Offensive Range: 1 meter Damage: Blocks 1 DMG Description: Rokutaro is a long bladed sword with a square grey colored guard and a red hilt and sheath, nothing seems to be out of the ordinary for the weapon however the sheath is built mainly out of metal enabling it to block damage when used as such.
Payment: 500 Gold
Ⓐ Both Approved, Edits Made. Speak with me if you feel indifferent about the changes. No promises that changes will be made. - Whoa Custom Fighting Style Name: Yin and Yang
Trait Point Cost: 4
Description Of Fighting Style: Yin and yang is a fighting style that takes total defense and total attack and turns it into something useful for combat. With this style the user designates which hand will pick up the sword and which hand will hold the sheath, using the sword hand for powerful broad swings and intricate attack patterns while the sheath hand is used to block or divert incoming attacks towards the users person, this style emphasizes both the strength to wield a sword and a usually heavy sheath while at the sametime maintaining the accuracy needed to utilize with them.
Perks Of Fighting Style: +5 PHY to STR & +5 PHY to ACC
Apparently this was it, the gathering for a big heist. To say the least, Ninja was disappointed. The amount of people present was by far too excessive. How could this be a criminal mastermind's job if word of it was so spread out? Were there any safeguards taken to prevent cops from showing up? What about the heroes? Were they accounted for? To Ninja it did not appear to be the case. These villains were by far too careless for his liking, but he kept his composure, opting not to act just yet. After some thorough reconnaissance, Ninja would rest and blend with one specific pillar in the warehouse.
Soon enough the mastermind would appear, or at least someone that represented them. At least she shared Ninja's notion of the place being overcrowded, albeit with different reasons behind it. Nevertheless, Ninja would comply... to an extent.
As the woman finishes her speech and people begin to react, Ninja would toss an explosive arrow head, specifically one aimed towards the power box 6 meters away. The arrow would hit the box and explode due to the unique arrow head. The shot should result in the lights in the warehouse going off, limiting people's visibility of one another by a large margin. Ninja would take advantage of the situation as (s)he makes way towards the woman. Ninja would kill two people as (s)he approaches. This would be done through 2 throwing stars, each sent through one villains neck. Ninja would continue navigating through the darkness via The Blackening's Night Vision abilities, and soon enough, the girl would be merely a couple of meters away from Ninja.
Ninja would hold his accessory once more, aiming towards the direction of the woman, before throwing at full force, sending the explosive arrow head hurling towards the woman. The accessory whizzes by the woman's left shoulder and hits the ground 3 meters away from her, taking out three more of the villains. But the arrow head was not intended to kill the three villains, at least not fully. It was meant to create a momentary light source through the explosion, one through which Ninja would introduce 'himself' to the woman, or at least who 'he' intended her to believe 'he' was.
Ninja would stand tall above her, as he did against so many others, and would speak in a loud enough manner to be heard over the commotion in the surrounding area.
I never did catch your name... I am Prometheus.
The light from the explosion would go off just as Prometheus is spoken.
Name: The Blackening Equipment Type: Costume Equipment Grade: B Stats: +5 SPD || +5 STA || +5 ACC Damage: 5 HP | +2 DMG to Physical and Freeform Attacks (E.X.O.N) Description: The Blackening is a full body and face suit designed with extra light, durable fabric that is further improved by equally light weight technology, in addition to E.X.O.N. The material being blended and interconnected so perfectly, and made on design for Ninja allowed the suit to fully complement ninjas movements, translating to a +5 SPD, whereas the durability translating to a +5 STA. The suit’s technology comes into effect in the form of a dynamic cloaking ability that allowed Ninja (and equipment/weapons on his body) to blend into the background whenever not moving, allowing for him to be unseen by opponents. Under the same premise of the technology that allowed the suit's cloaking ability, the mask portion of the suit allowed for enhanced forms of vision, specifically that of infrared and nightvision that allowed the wearer of the suit enhanced tracking capabilities. (+5 ACC) The nightvision aspect has a built in safeguard that prevented blindness when under the effect of bright light or simply out in the sun. The fact that the suit is made with E.X.O.N means the suit causes additional DMG per E.X.O.N's function. The suit’s composition of technology also allows for more abilities that would be further submitted as different customs.
Payment: 2,000 Gold
Name: Minister V Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: B Type: Weapon Range: Seven Meters Damage: Bolts Deal 2 Damage Each || +2 DMG to Physical attacks and freeform (E.X.O.N) Description: Minister V is a special gauntlet that was designed by Ninja in order to increase his lethality in both close and ranged combat. Minister V is a Gauntlet which consists of foldable hidden crossbows on it such that when it is worn on the hands, the Crossbows are hidden under the wrist of the user. The Crossbows are fed mini bolts on each Gauntlet. The bolts typically have unique tips that allow for more piercing and cutting potential. The bolts would be fired through the user pressing the trigger located in the palm’s of his hands, releasing the bolts with tremendous force, increasing the damage delivered through them. The bows can be reloaded through the user rotating his wrist, resulting in a bolt being fed to the mini-crossbow through the gauntlet. Each gauntlet can carry 9 bolts, allowing the user for a somewhat faster method of attacking. The user can either reload bolts into the gauntlets, or directly to the cross bows. The gauntlets themselves are reinforced by E.X.O.N allowing for strikes performed through them to be enhanced. It should be noted that when used in freeform, Minister V’s damage boost applies to a timeframe slot, meaning that if it was used to fire one or multiple shots, the attack would carry 2DMG. So if the user fired off 2 bolts, with the attack counting to the same timeframe slot, the added damage would be 2 DMG and not 4. Minister V has two types of shooting, a single bolt shot, achieved through simply pressing the trigger on the user’s palm, or a continuous firing mode where the user would be rotating his wrist in order to feed the bolts while he keeps pressure on the trigger.
Stock: 2 Gauntlets/Mini-Crossbows Payment: 1,500 Per Gauntlet | Total is 3,000 Gold
Name: Lobby Law Equipment Type: Accessory Equipment Grade: B Type: Supplementary Range: None Damage: Explosion Does 2 Damage. Description: Lobby Law is a special made custom arrow head (spiked top however) that can explode upon being met by adequate resistance. The explosion caused by the arrow heads cover a radial distance of 2.5 meters, allowing for a short ranged area of attack. The explosion itself causes a blinding effect to those within short range. This is due to the explosion containing an adequate amount of magnesium for the aforementioned effect. The blinding would last for a single turn. The arrow heads can be applied to arrows, bolts, or similar forms of projectiles.
Stock: 50 Payment: 100 per arrow | Total is 5,000 Gold.
Draped in his usual attire, Gajeel leaned against the wall of the dark warehouse filt with eerie whispers about the opinion based reasons to why all of them, including himself, was summoned here. With one foot against the wall, his arms folded, and his eyes closed, Gajeel used his heightened senses to sniff out the various scents filled within the room while alao honing in on a conversation held by a group of three within a close range of him.
"This might be a big gig for us boys. Don't F it up." a confindent broad looking man says to two smaller framed companions who knod in response.
Suddenly the lights flick on in the warehouse revealing numerous faces to put together with the scents Gajeel was picking up earlier. Just as I thought... Gajeel murmurs to himself as draws his attention to the maiden in the room who seems to be to his liking. Smirking as he her satisfying words take hold of the room, Gajeel kicks off the wall and forwards to the little squad before him while extending his finger nails turning his hands to claws.
Hear that boys!? Gajeel utters in a grimacing tone once he reaches amongst the group before him. The black scaled dragon then performs various animal like slashes hitting their vital signs killing the trio with ease.
Standing amongst the fallen corpses in his blood stained clothes, Gajeel begins to chuckle as he watches the blood bath commence around himself, that is until the lights cut back out. What the hell!? Gajeel thought to himself all the while using his heightened senses to manuever through the blood shed while killing 3 more on the way towards the center of the room before yelling in an aggregated voice.
Chaos is a ladder. Ever steep in its ascent which paradoxically demands as it plunges in madness. Engrossed in thought, the Architect of Chaos meandered through the bustling metropolis intrigued by the ingenuity of the West. Moreso the bastardization of architecture with consumerism and pop-culture. Around him civilians rushed about the candle of their existence eroding by the leaping seconds. Cogs in a bigger machine too lost to realize their value but too stubborn to willingly change. As for he, the infancy of the day brought about infinite possibility & as he strode further into the marginalized recess of the city, a sense of elation overcame him. Hours later the black clad harbinger of Kisoomi arrived at an isolated structure. Half run down, half in the midst construction, this warehouse would be today's synagogue, quite fitting considering his attire and message of retribution. Thus, as he pried open its metal doors and walked down the cemented floors, the resonance of his boots sounded like a hymn. Alas, as with all places of worship this place would soon unveil its ugly side; someone was about to get touched and robbed. For echoing through a hallway were those repugnant albeit sobering words 'Kill". Hence when he emerged from a corner into the receiving hall, he had long activated his quirk. Its manifestation enabling him locate, constrict and levitate a pair of window frames.
M'sondaa was not one for pleasantries in battle and upon making his presence known he unfurled the ball shaped frames. What followed was the sudden repulsion of two, their chests ripped open before the balls returned. "Anyone else?" he announced, the stress in his voice as malicious as the eyes that peered from his masked face. Yet, the primacy of the moment was robbed by an explosion on the western wing, which subsequently doused the room pitch black. With the exception of flashing volts from an erratic electric discharge. Unperturbed M'sondaa would flatten the balls into a sheet, hop on-board and re-calibrate its magnetic fields, propelling himself to the electric source. Naturally an amateur had targeted the fuse-box to capitalize on the impending mayhem for his own purpose. An unimpressed M'sondaa would reach to his platform of metals and reshape them into a slender cross. Reaching out to the exposed wires he'd place it in completing their circuit and rebooting the warehouse's electric power. To express their gratitude for his efforts, the group closest to him dared turn their weapons at him. At which point he scoffed and momentarily released Stima, its sparking might electrocuting the five man ensemble. "Hopeless" he declared before de-powering his quirk. None of these men were worth the effort. Including the tactless bastard who'd announced his name and challenged their benefactor. A woman she may have been & respect she did not deserve but even he understood there was delicacy to this things.
Name: Oma Equipment Type: Costume Equipment Grade: C Stats: Supplementary (+10ACC) Damage: 4 Description: An ensemble piece comprised of black pants held in place by a double beaded golden sash. This is complimented by a black '02' numbered, half-sleeve draped jacket, worn over a white stripped t-shirt. Its final touch and most striking feature is 13" in height and almost 3' wide brimmed hat that often obscures his face. Fashioned from compression fabric, powdered glass particles and mylar the costume is rather impressive. The compression element influences circulation in turn boosting alertness (PIC). Payment: 1000G
Name: Vuta Quirk: EM Rank: D Experience Points: 10 Type: Offensive | Defensive | Supplementary Range: Close Damage: +0.5 DMG (Physical | Ranged | Freeform) Description: A precursor technique of EM which upon activation, grants the production and control over the magnetism branch of electromagnetism. This is achieved through the release of personal and interaction with existing magnetic fields. These magnetic fields are naturally translucent in their existence and application. Nevertheless, once triggered the immediate ability gained is that of attraction, repulsion and telekinesis. With full control exhibited over parramagnetic and ferromagnetic materials. The size of the manipulated targets is equal to its range in this case five meters in diameter. By manipulating magnetic force more so constriction during attraction one can produce greater concussive damage. Further manipulation allows conversion of said fields into shields that can withstand FF damage. The ability itself acts like sonar and enables inherent detection of targets within its field. Due to the relationship between Stima (electricity) and Vuta (magnetism), this ability can function alongside Stima. Drawbacks: A passive skill, this ability inflicts a sustained -3% EM expenditure. This passive activation and cost stacks with the turn based depletion rates. Diamagnetic materials can completely resist the attraction element of Vuta. However, they can be influenced by repulsion.
Name: Stima Quirk: EM Rank: D Experience Points: 10 Type: Offensive | Defensive | Supplementary Range: Close Damage: -0.5 DMG (Physical | Ranged | Freeform) | 0.5 DMG (Freeform) Description: A precursor technique of EM which upon activation, grants the production and control over the electric branch of electromagnetism. The individual achieves this by manipulation of charged particles to produce electrical energy. This unleashes a series of sparks and bolts, that may be used to expend electric jots that deal damage as well as augment attacks. Subsequently, the individual has affinity over & the ability to remotely interact with electric based attacks from natural or artificial sources. The color of the current produced is whitish blue and and often flashes extending an electrical field around the user as a cloak. In turn granting the individual passive damage protection. This ability can be used in conjunction with corresponding magnetism techniques. Furthermore, Stima can be fired on diamagnetic targets to provide a charge which negates their magnetic affinity. Drawbacks: A passive skill, this ability inflicts a one-off 3% EM expenditure. However, the cost accounts for Magnetism (Vuta) as EM principles mandate both be active. This passive activation and costs stacks with the turn based depletion rate.
Alas, hidden amongst the shadows was the lonesome girl - Luna had strolled into this little corner of town simply out of selfish desires, the desire to cut down and drink the blood of those around her. Oddly enough she remembered a gathering of individuals at this warehouse came to be and thus she entered the building with expectations of a simple meal. The lady announced "kill each other" no later than a second after the girl entered but she remained poker faced as norm.
Removing her lance from her back, three clean swipes decapitated three men near her, as the blood splatters on the wall - Luna simply drinks what remained on her blade's edge. "Yuck...A blood is so salty... " she complained to no one in particular.
Name: Kazikli Bey Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: C Type: Supplementary | Offensive Range: 1 Meter Damage: +1 Damage to Freeform or Techniques regarding the Lance. Description: Kazikli Bey is specialized lance created and formed by Vlad III during his time alive as "Vlad the Impaler", though the weapon remained as a family heirloom for generations until it came into the hands of it's current owner, Luna Tepes. The lance is double bladed with razor sharp metallic alloy, that even a single touch of the blade can slice through skin causing a spew of blood. This blood is then able to be accessed by Luna as a source for quirks power, since each successful strike releases 5% of blood from the target.
Post by Big News Gecko on Mar 4, 2018 23:20:33 GMT
The room returned to darkness due to the action of a certain individual. As bloodshed through the first level of the warehouse, the noise of anguish and chaos echoed throughout the building. Although the sheep were complying to her wishes, the lady was quite annoyed at whoever the hell caused the lights to cease. She really wanted to see the death unfold, besides – it was her opportunity to scout whom would really be a good addition for today’s objective.
“Rumble! Turn the damn lights on”
“Aye! You witch! Why are they off in the first place."
She had ordered for her accomplish to turn the lights back on. Although run down, this warehouse was not chosen simply out of random. She had occupied the building weeks prior and developed it to be some low-quality hideout. Lights being turned off would be an easy fix for Rumble, the Chief Engineer of the group. This exchange of statements could not be heard due to the loud screams on the woman’s part and the low intercom volume on Rumble’s part.
Immediately after speaking, bodies could be heard dropping to the ground below her. Light randomly dispersed the darkness in front of her eyes. There was a man wearing traditional ninja concealment gear. He would introduce himself, but she never cared too much for formalities. If anything, he only contributed to her frustration. Her tapping of the feet rapidly increased in frequency and strength. Just as the light created was about to die, she simply reached at and grabbed his face gently in a seductive means.
“Be careful. I’m cute enough to die for.”
As she uttered those words, the mysterious person would drop to his knees – his body experiencing a growing – agonizing pain. Every area of it, screaming as if it was rejecting its very self. She continued harming the individual until the lights were back. Blood spilling to cover the floor, many have died - some in gruesome ways. Just imagining how the scenery must to be, the lady grew angrier and increased the damage being done to the ninja. He would sprawl over the floor, his pain worsening.
“It seems there was quite the struggle for many poor…poor lives. What a sight that must have been. Whoever turned off the damn lights shall die if I ever find who they are.”
Saying that, she released the ninja from her power’s grasp.
“Now if you all want to end up like this courageous individual, then piss me off. Although I am quite mad already, so doing so may welcome death. Hehehehe”
She would survey the building and notice seven individuals left standing, not including the person behind her on the floor.
“Follow me. I need to brief you on the plan…but I am too lazy for all that. So, my accomplish shall do so.”
"Dammit woman! Get the information I asked for!!!!
"Arghhh! Fine you rodent....For those who follow, what are your quirks? Failure to tell me...well results in pretty big problems."
Event Rulings:
Each Villain have the choice to make. You either follow the woman or you decide to leave. Following her means you are willing to tell her, your quirk. You all are moving to he second level.
As for the RPer, Vayne. You have lost 2 HP Permanently for the Remainder of the Event. Your Costume helped you achieved 4 HPs, so you only have 2 HPs left. These are Villains with no care for you all, try to remember that.
Afro had only a few seconds of his personal carnage before the lights turned off, his perceptive eyes taking into account two flying projectiles firing towards the electric box controlling the lights and the increasingly annoying man who fired them off. In seconds the whole place had turned into complete darkness however chaos still reigned in the crowd as audible sounds of struggle and death could be heard before the lights eventually turned back on revealing a thoroughly pissed off woman and a crumpled up villain only a few feet away from her. Thankfully the woman on the stage started to talk once again, telling all the villains to follow her and to reveal their quirks. Only taking seconds to weigh in the pros and cons of telling the woman his abilities Afro opted to put everything on the table to speed up this little event, besides knowledge of his quirk wont stop it from happening.
"I have two powers Multiplication and Division, the name says everything about the powers and they seem to have no limits to what it can and cannot effect. The name's Afro"
Her movement was fast, too fast for Prometheus at this level. Her soft touch came out of no where, but what laid beneath was much more rough. It was a sinister attack that affected Prometheus to the very core. His very own essence felt as if it was rejecting itself, tearing itself up from inside out. It was gloriously painful. While he was not happy to be in this situation, Prometheus was contempt that the leader wasn't a complete dud. For the moment he would fall back, at least until he learned more of her quirk and temperament in battle. The heist should provide some information for the cladded Ninja.
He would push off from the ground, pushing through the pain and his bodies intense urge to rest and succumb to the agony. Prometheus would not fall here, at least not fully, not yet. Prometheus would not stand, not tall, not imposing, but apparently humbled. He would work to buy his time, but for now he would comply to the woman's request. Prometheus would rotate and push off from the ground, fighting the pain throughout. He would remain on the floor, panting heavily, trying to regain some of his stamina and composure.
Even in the position he was in, Prometheus was still quite tall, but despite that his voice came out as somewhat feeble and not as confident as before. If it was a ruse, or due to being weakened by the girl's quirk it did not matter, what mattered was remaining alive for as long as possible. Quirk...less
M'sondaa pondered whether he'd made the appropriate decision by aligning with villains. Truth be told he most desired their selfishness. Furthermore, as a recent immigrant, he'd gathered the public perception was between either factions, it was they who boasted superior quirks. Hence, when he intercepted a report that a villain recruitment drive was to occur, he jumped at the chance. Yet, here he was surrounded weaklings both brawn and brain. The macabre display lasted a few minutes its highlight the benefactor. The vixen turned shepherd had responded in kind to her challenger. Evidenced by the crimson streaks that poured from her hand to the scattered pools beneath her. Shortly thereafter, animosity died down and civility resumed prompting another speech. This time the woman's tone a thinly veiled the threat which saw her inquire on quirks. As suspected this villain collective was too rash to scout and source proper recruits. Hence the need to establish the extent of their talent poor. In which case the six foot assassin pursed his lips, "M'sondaa. I manipulate electricity, therefore I am. In the future I suggest holding recruitment in a naturally lit room. After-all I won't always be here to restart the power. Plus you'll wean out the amateurs. No need to thank me, just double my rewards " his icy tone a stark contrast to those who preceded him.
Skywalker, or rather Vader, was draped in the full attire. Black, menacing, and heavy, his armor was almost suffocating to wear. Darkness seemingly enveloped Vader's limbs and body, and his mask was engaged in a frightful countenance reminiscent of the pure expression of wrath. He appeared to be, to say the least, completely unapproachable. Vader's breathing was loud, mechanical, and deep, and it appeared even louder in the quiet room. He wasn't worried over any attention that it would bring to him however, as he was confident in his own abilities.
Thus, when the woman said:
“There will be a big payout, but there is too many of you all. Kill each other...Those that survive will move onto the next stage.”
Vader was already moving. In one swift movement, he withdrew a large, bright red, broadsword using his right arm, while *simultaneously* stepping forward with his right leg and plunging the blade hilt deep into the man directly. At the same time, Vader activated his quirk, ever so slightly, placing pressure on a young (unnamed) girl whose foot steps he could hear behind him. All of a sudden, the pressure would expand, as Vader turned towards her, the blade of his sword poised to land a devastating from above. His sword hovered inches above her, while the pressure steadily increased, until she dropped to her knees, screaming a soundless scream. The pressure bearing down on her was now so strong that even the sound was being encapsulated, muting the poor girl, while Vader silently brought the blade closer and closer towards her throat. Her pain, panic and terror increased to its zenith until, eventually, the sanity left her eyes and she was left a wreck frothing at the mouth with the whites of her eyes showing. All at once, the pressure disspitated while Vader swiftly beheaded her, leaving a circle of stunned petty 'villains' around him. Wordlessly, they came to the agreement to ignore the Dark Lord.
Suddenly, the lights turn out. Seems like someone was doing something interesting. When the lights turned back on, Vader caught a glimpse of some masked individual. He seemed to be in unbearable agony. Interesting, so this woman was not to be trifled with after all. That was a relief, if the Dark Lord had been contracted by weaklings, he would have slain her himself. And so, when the woman asked for the remaining villains to follow her, Vader stepped forward. His voice was deep, a booming rattle that commanded attention, and respect from his inferiors, enhanced by the cybernetics in his suit to mask his true voice, appearance, and identity.
Apparently this was it, the gathering for a big heist. It had been spread through word of mouth in the streets and that alone was enough to make it interesting. Any high level organization would have been more cautious and discrete. How could this be the work of a competent mind if word of it was so spread out? Looking at it from the outside it almost seemed like a perfect trap. Bring in most the unknown thugs and the rest will follow. And that's why Drayce was enticed by the idea. Showing up to the meeting he arrived fashionably late as he witnessed the numerous bodies falling to the ground. These villains were mindless beings killing simply because they were told to.
Drayce arriving late to the show said with a smirk. "Sorry i'm late a black cat was about to cross my path so I had to take a different route" Clearly unamused he was directly asked about his quirk and its capabilities. Still cautious of the whole situation Drayce lied about the true scope of his quirks ability "Basically I can reshape the ground" My name shouldn't really matter in the grand scheme of things.
A few hours ago, Nike happened to hear about a gathering of villains that would be getting together at night – something about forming a crew for a heist that would award a huge payout. Though he never did play well with others, it still sounded like an attractive idea. His Quirk was ideal for such situations; the ability of Permeation would allow him to bypass any security system and easily enter any bank vault, no matter how secure.
It was for that reason that he found himself here now, in the slums of Chinatown. He and an unknown group of others were made to wait for instructions in a dark warehouse room. You could find him in a corner, resting his back against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. For a while, it was surprisingly silent. The only sound to be heard in that entire room came from the leaking of the dingy pipes that crisscrossed above him. For a moment, Nike laid back and fell into deep thought, contentedly fantasizing about what he would do with his cut of the money. It wasn’t until the lights came on that he came out of his trance.
“What the f-“
He nearly uttered the words reflexively, but managed to stop himself. He couldn’t help it – he was livid. The place was packed with droves of people from every corner of New York, every one of them wanting a piece of the pie. It was at that moment that the ‘announcer’ stepped forward. Her voice echoed through the room and roused everyone’s attention.
“Well..well..well. I was expecting less people."
*Hah, she read my mind. With this many people involved, my cut won’t be nearly as pretty.*
“That’s okay, I prepared for something like this. There will be a big payout, but there is too many of you all. Kill each other...Those that survive will move onto the next stage.”
He went from angry to over-zealous, and couldn’t help but smile at those words. She was right; if there were too many people, he just needed to cull the herd. Without a moment’s hesitation, he lunged forward and unsheathed the twin swords that rested on both sides of his waist. In the same fluid motion that he drew them, he would slash horizontally with each blade and decapitate two men who happened to be standing in front of him.
At that moment, everything went dark. Apparently, one of the other villains had taken the lights out in an effort to use the darkness to their advantage. No sooner than that, there was a second flash of light, apparently caused by the same ninja that took them out in the first place.
Not wasting a second, he would take advantage of this moment to pivot counter-clockwise on the ball of his left foot and arc-step to face the unsuspecting man to his left. Using the momentum of his turn, he would thrust his sword forward and accurately stab clean through the man’s heart, killing him. It wasn’t long until the carnage was over and the fodder eliminated. Once the lights were fixed, they illuminated the warehouse to reveal a grizzly mess worthy of a modern arts show. The walls were re-painted a scarlet red and decorated with blood spatter, while the smell of blood and guts permeated the air. However, the remaining few people were completely unfazed; that included Nike himself. These were the people who would survive to participate in the heist.
“Follow me. I need to brief you on the plan…but I am too lazy for all that. So, my accomplish shall do so.”
"Dammit woman! Get the information I asked for!!!!"
"Arghhh! Fine you rodent....For those who follow, what are your quirks? Failure to tell me...well results in pretty big problems."
He was a bit wary – wary of her, and of the remaining others. These people could very well become his enemies at the drop of a hat; the massacre that just occurred was proof. He had originally thought that by using his swords, he would be able to avoid divulging information on his Quirk, but it seemed there was no getting around it. And so, he introduced himself and the nature of his ability to everyone present, though he did so in his usual boorish manner:
“I’m Nike. I can permeate my body into intangibility and phase through any solid, liquid, or gas. I can also phase through all of your attacks, so don't try me. That's not a suggestion or an entreaty."
He turned to face the M.C. immediately afterwards.
"So girly, mind giving us the run-down? What's the plan?"
Name: Casual Gear Equipment Type: Costume Equipment Grade: C Stats: +10 to ACC Damage: 4 Description: It’s casual, but it’s gear. Nike's costume takes on the appearance of his normal-every day casual clothes. The outift consists of a relaxed-fit long sleeve white shirt worn under a long black jacket with gold trimming and a furry white collar. He also wears a matching pair of black pants tucked into a pair of knee-high black combat boots. Despite it's casual appearance, the outfit is made to compress his body in specific places to increase blood flow to the muscles. This puts him in peak physical condition and enhances his senses in a natural, non-harmful way. With this, Nike enjoys a nice boost to his accuracy. Besides this, he also wears specially made guantlets on each hand, though they take on the appearance of ordinary black gloves. Embedded into the gloves and in his combat boots is a thing, light-weight layer of flexible metal in order to completely protect his hands and legs to allow for the safe usage of his Quirk. Every part of his costume, including the gauntlets and his boots, are made from his DNA. Whether it's his hair or the iron in his blood, the entirety of the costume is made from his cells and can therefore permeate as he does.
Payment: 2,000 Gold Name: Vorpal Swords – Kartas & Grandia Equipment Type: Weapon Equipment Grade: C Type: Offensive | Defensive Range: 20 inches Damage: Each Sword has 1.5 HP, Totaling to 3 HP | Propulsion does +1 Damage to Freeform/Techniques | Internal Damage does One Damage Description: Kartas & Grandia are “married” twin swords specifically made for Nike. The swords take on the form of two identical scimitar-like weapons that Nike prefers to rely on when his Quirk isn’t enough. Their blades are sturdy and broad, but light, allowing for easy parries, precision counters, and a frenzy of swift attacks. The swords appear to have a relatively simple design, with both blades displaying a matte-black finish; however, installed in the hilt of each blade are compressed gas cartridges and an air injection system, similar to the American Wasp Knife. Within the blade of each sword, there is a thin, hollow tube that extends from the compressed air tanks in the handle to the blade tip. The air in each tank can be released through the swords by pressing on a specially made trigger built into each handle – as with the real Wasp Knife, the air is expelled at around 850psi. The air injection system allows for two-different offensive uses; the first involves pulling the trigger and ejecting the air while simultaneously drawing the blades from their sheath. This propels the blades out of their scabbard at incredible speeds in such a way that the first slash would cause far more damage than if the swords were used in free-form. However, this speed only applies to the very first slash as the user unsheathes their sword. The second offensive usage can only be applied if the user manages to stab one of their swords into the opponent. Upon doing so, the user may pull the trigger to release the compressed air into their opponent’s body. The air almost immediately balloons to the size of a softball upon expulsion and is capable of causing one instance of internal damage (minor organ). Each sword can only hold a single cartridge at any given time; however, the hilt of each sword is designed in such a way that they can be reloaded with additional cartridges for repeated use. Besides this, the blades are uniquely made in such a way that they are completely crafted from Nike’s DNA. The swords, their scabbards, and all of their internal mechanisms were made from the iron in his blood. Likewise, certain cosmetic aspects of the hilts were made from his hair. The swords are therefore capable of phasing and permeating along with the rest of his body upon the activation of his Quirk.
Note: Each use of the cartridges counts as one of the 3 allotted moves per turn. Note: Reloading is passive, but requires that the user wait at least one turn in between the use of each individual swords injection system. Payment: 3,000 Gold | 1,500 Gold Each Sword Name: Air Cartridges Equipment Type: Accessory Equipment Grade: C Type: Supplementary Range: Self Damage: N/A Description: These are pressurized air cartridges, specially made to be reloaded into the hilt of Nike’s twin swords, Kartas & Grandia. The cartridges are carried in a small pouch worn around the waist so that Nike has easy access to them at all times. The cartridges can be passively reloaded into each sword, however doing so takes place through the course of a turn. Nike always starts with 2 pre-loaded into the handle of each sword and carries the extra 4 around with him in the pouch. Like every other part of the sword, the pouch is woven from his hair and the cartridges are made from the iron in his blood. Therefore, the extra air cartridges can phase and permeate as he does.
Stock: 6 Payment: 500 Gold per cartridge.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2018 12:12:57 GMT by Pretty Flacko
With the lights turning back on the bloody decorated room filled with dead corpses was revealed, and out of the mass of villains who appeared for this word of mouth gig, only seven, including Gajeel himself, remained. Turning his sights to the woman announcer from before as she finishes toying with the man dressed as a ninja, Gajeel laughs in amusement at his pain as the thrill and excitement of a gig with a big payout courses through his mind. Hehe, quite a deadly babe in close range huh!? the dragon like man thought to himself while examining the room as the maiden dressed woman exchanged words with another being who seemed to be her comrade. Whomever this second individual was, he prompted the woman to gather the information of Gajeel and the others perks, a factor he highly disliked since the two in control didn't even have the courtesy to let Gajeel and the others know who they were. Scoffing at the maiden dressed boss lady's attempt to scare the group with punishment if secrets were withheld, at that very moment, Gajeel decided to do just that as the other within the group took turns revealing their own quirks.
"I have two powers Multiplication and Division,.......
Now this individual seemed like a strong man of great stature. Not only was he blessed to be born into this crude world with two powers, but he seemed to not even need to display them as his katana drips with blood. Gajeel liked this man with his gracious curly hair that obeyed its own form while defying gravity.
Quirk...less
Gajeel swiftly grasped his mouth trying to hold in his laughter while in a serious situation but he couldn't help it. This man seemed very foolish for aggravating the woman in control of their pay, yet still remained confident enough in his own ways to remain with the group, two bad traits to combine within one person, but to make matters worst, he was also Quirkless. What is this scrub doing here1? Gajeel thought as he finished his chuckles at the man's remarks. He held little respect for this person.
"M'sondaa. I manipulate electricity, therefore I am. In the future I suggest holding recruitment in a naturally lit room. After-all I won't always be here to restart the power. Plus you'll wean out the amateurs. No need to thank me, just double my rewards "
The next guy to speak had a funny accent and the power to manipulate electricity so he claimed. Tall in stature he seemed fierce, and powerful, but his smart mouth gave all his appearance like prowess away making you think twice. Gajeel thought this man looked strong but didn't like his personality and so he kissed his teeth at the end of his request for doubled rewards while murmuring....Like we an electrician, phft......
"My quirk, is the ability to manipulate Gravity."
Is he for-real!? the power to manipulate gravity, how powerful, Gajeel thought to himself. Coupled with the Gothic themed, spaceman outfit he was wearing along with his weird voice device, Gajeel couldn't help but think he was some type of cool robot man or something. He liked this guy.
"Basically I can reshape the ground"
The next guy was a trip. His character, reason for being here late, along with his power description can all be summed up to one thing......boring. Gajeel classified him on par with the ninja looking guy, weak.
“I’m Nike. I can permeate my body into intangibility and phase through any solid, liquid, or gas. I can also phase through all of your attacks, so don't get cute with me. That's not a suggestion or an entreaty."
"So girly, mind giving us the run-down? What's the plan?"
the last guy to speak before Gajeel was full of an arrogance so strong that it pushed the dragon-man to blurting out and interrupting his speech somewhat.
Hold your tongue for a second there fancy pants I still haven't gone yet. I am Komodo G., and my powers are simple. I share the same anatomy of a Dragon and thus my body reflects it...hehehe.....nothing more.....nothing less. he says so strong and boisterous that his power could be felt in his tone of voice. Folding his arms he raises his head towards the maiden while glaring down at her while smirking.
Watching all the events transpire - Luna couldn't help but keep herself distanced from the others that remained but once she heard the individual speak - she said in a low but audible monotone voice Blood...manipulating and using it as a means of Rejuvenation/Empowerment.... She placed her lance back onto her back as she no longer needed it for the time being.
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