Re: RPG:Champions of Geridarr
Kane had ditched his hydra at the stables, a curiously similar Draconian had taken it and put it in a pen, where it immediately burrowed into the sand. He walked past a noisy bar, stepping into it quietly. A man that seemed draconian, but with a soul crystal.A hulking giant stood arms crossed in the middle of the room. Kane walked past him and tripped over something, bumping into the giant, who didn't move an inch. The giant looked down and grabbed him hauling him up. He threw him away, Bishop hit a table, startling the people occupying it. The giant began to advance, pulling an odd sword from his side and revving the blade. Bishop rolled away from the strike, swinging his lancer at the warrior's legs. His strike was blocked by the warrior's blade, the sound of the chainsaws grinding caught everyones attention. The warrior spun his blade, knocking Bishop's gun away. Bishop pulled out his raging bull, and shot the man in one of the armor seals. There was an audible grunt from the warrior, nothing more.
Bishop rose, but was backhanded. his visor cracked his hud went out and his jaw broke. Blood spattered the inside of his helmet. He pressed a button on his wrist console but his helmet would not withdrawal. He reached up and removed it. the entire left side was pushed in. His nose was broken, and part of his jaw was hanging loosely, half of his teeth were gone, he couldn't see out of his left eye. He saw his reflection on a dark stone cup on the ground. He knew he was dead, it was only a mater of time before everyone else here did. Most of the bar was watching him. The warrior looked down at him, and Kane looked up. "Do it" he said, it hurt to speak, and he was barely understandable. The warrior stood silent, indifferent to the blood on the ground. He reached forward, placing his giant gloved hand on Bishop's head, and almost causally, crushed his skull in his fist.
"Someone clean this up."
Two draconians entered and approached the marine. "You will be coming with us." They tried to apprehend him but the marine threw him off. "Were going to need backup." Four minutes and eighteen failed attempts later ten more draconians arrived. They tried to taze him but he ripped out the darts and attacked, they tried again, on a higher setting and the twelve high voltage darts brought him down. They immediately were on him, beating him to unconsciousness. They hauled him away, one of them looking curiously at one of the patrons, as the corpse of the soldier the warrior had killed gave off a strange yellow smoke. The patron that the draconian had been looking at rose, and climbed the staircase to the bars upper level
Name: Flame (real name unknown, though he has memories of being called John)
Age: Unknown, estimated between 26 and 32
Realm: Superhumans Earth
Species: Human mutant
Appearance: (think Argonian from Elderscrolls IV Oblivion) 6'0" covered in dark grey/light tan scales. Black pants, with green "fire" pattern on the outer legs. Wearing combat boots yellowish snake-like eyes
Personality: Generaly quiet and reserved, tends to like to stay out of the spotlight. Fiercely loyal to his friends
Powers: Pyrokinetic, is telepathic, can hear especially "loud" thoughts and can read minds/"talk" to people Can usually sense people around him, unless they are say shielded, have a mental wall. Could fly, though this has been removed by the realm. He can also change between his lizard form and a human form. Human appearance has dark hair, medium length, and eyes are the same color, but normal pupils.
Weapons: His powers and anything he can get his hands on
Last edited by Adeptus_Astartes (Sunday, August 3, 2008 7:01 pm)
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