TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted August 25, 2014 Author Posted August 25, 2014 Toymaker's creations match their Real Counterparts in everyway, except possesing a mind. If she touches a Nerf gun, it wil;l turn into a real gun, and is affected by everything that affects real guns. If it's destroyed, the pieces will revert back to nerf gun pieces. A Human made by Toymaker can be killed much like a Normal Human. Nighthound would be able to take control of them, CorpseMaker would be able to kill them. they cannot posses Epic Powers. When they die, They revert back to their previous toy shape, and cannont be reused. This means that Lightwards couldn't control them. Illusions affect them. Their clothes are part of them as well. If Sightline teleports them, their equipment comes with them. A Gifter Healer cann't heal them, though it's unknown why. EDIT: I added that Song to my Sig. Would Funtimes be able to affect them? It doesn't sound like she'd be able to affect the human ones, since CorpseMaker can kill them and Nighthound could control them, but would she be able to transform non-human toys? Glad you liked it.
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 I'm, not actually Certain. You decide.
Kobold King he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Argh! Somebody upvote that because my stupid phone decided I really wanted to down vote you. Sorry about that. Anyway.... "Its your weakness, ain't it?" Slaughterhouse's lips twisted contemptuously. "I have no weakness." Had Remington less experience with Epics, he may have believed him. But Remington was no rookie. Slaughterhouse was in the presence of his weakness and a man who knew to use it. Remington did not smile. Executions were solemn occasions, and he never relished taking a life. He simply held Slaughterhouse against the wall with one hand and lifted his pistol with the other. He pressed the barrel to the Epic's forehead. "Then go to hell." He pulled the trigger. There. Slaughterhouse's OTP. I ship it. I like Slaughterhouse, is he limited to people or could he use animals as well? Thanks. He's restricted to human flesh. Though given how many humans there are in the world, and what he can do with their flesh, it's not much of a restriction. Remedy Songs and ponies for every character. I dig it. 1
Voidus Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 A Human made by Toymaker can be killed much like a Normal Human. Nighthound would be able to take control of them, CorpseMaker would be able to kill them. they cannot posses Epic Powers. When they die, They revert back to their previous toy shape, and cannont be reused. This means that Lightwards couldn't control them. Illusions affect them. Their clothes are part of them as well. If Sightline teleports them, their equipment comes with them. A Gifter Healer cann't heal them, though it's unknown why. If they revert back then they definitely won't be mistaken for Lightwards' zombies
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted August 25, 2014 Author Posted August 25, 2014 I'm, not actually Certain. You decide. I think she'd be able to, since they're not living. The living ones she couldn't touch. Songs and ponies for every character. I dig it. I'm still having trouble finding songs for Altermind, Voidgaze, Big Al (you know he needs one), Ray, Electro, and Scorch. But I will not be dissuaded! Every character must have a perfect song AND a perfect pony! 1
Kobold King he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 I'm still having trouble finding songs for Altermind, Voidgaze, Big Al (you know he needs one), Ray, Electro, and Scorch. But I will not be dissuaded! Every character must have a perfect song AND a perfect pony! We could always rewrite "Barbie Girl" for Voidgaze. "I'm an Epic girl 'In an Epic world 'Life's Calamitous-- 'It's delicious!" 2
Kobold King he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Big Al is obviously 'The Muffin man' Yes, as a matter of fact I do know the Muffin Man. 1
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted August 25, 2014 Author Posted August 25, 2014 It's not a song, but I came up with a crackfic (non-shipping, surprise surprise) that involves Nighthound becoming furious with a watermelon. Does anyone want to see it or should it stay in my imagination?
Edgedancer he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 (edited) TwiLyght: Mistress of the Crack Pairing. Kobold King: The Dread Master of Fridge Horror. I´ll take Nightmare Fuel then. We could always rewrite "Barbie Girl" for Voidgaze. "I'm an Epic girl 'In an Epic world 'Life's Calamitous-- 'It's delicious!" Sorry I don´t feel it. Other news, now that you discovered Deatgale´s weakness I´m going to write up a for him profile, sometimes soon. Edit: Watermelon! Edited August 25, 2014 by Edgedancer 1
Voidus Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/CrazyAwesomeFuntimes to a 't' 1
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 If they revert back then they definitely won't be mistaken for Lightwards' zombies Ignore me. They won't revert back. But that does mean that Lightwards can raise them.
TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted August 25, 2014 Author Posted August 25, 2014 Nighthound burst through the museum entrance, smiling as his dinosaur shattered tile. Destruction always did his heart good. "Ra-ay," he sang. "Honey, I'm home!" Ray did not answer. Odd. She was usually there when he summoned her, waiting with a scowl and an energy lance. Had Lightwards or Funtimes tasked her with something without his permission? I'll need to have a talk with them about stealing my pet. Then he saw it: A table in the middle of the hallway. On it sat something round and green with something red draped over it. Nighthound moved closer to the strange object. It was a watermelon. Eyes and a crude smile were drawn on with a marker, and it wore a red wig. Pinned beneath it was a note. Nighthound, Went to the bathroom. Back in five. Flirt with this watermelon, you creep. Ray Nighthound set the note aside and crouched by the table. "Well, hello there," he told the watermelon. "Usually I'm not one for fruit, but I am fond of redheads." The watermelon maintained its crudely drawn smile. He chuckled, tapping his finger affectionately against the shell. "A quiet one, eh? Well, I have ways of making you talk to me." The inked eyes did not blink. Nighthound leaned in closer, so close the fruit could have felt his breath against it. If it had nerve endings, which most fruits do not. "I'll take you out for some—" he broke off in a soft laugh—"alone time." The watermelon rolled an inch away. "Don't leave." Nighthound put a hand over its wig. "You haven't seen how much I like a feisty redhead yet." He didn't push on the watermelon, and there was no gale-force wind in the museum that day. But suddenly, inexplicably, the watermelon rolled, escaping Nighthound's grip, plummeting off the edge of the table and shattering into a dozen pieces, sending juice and pulp across the floor. Nighthound stood, bellowing in rage. "You think death is better than time with me?" The table was lifted and hurled down the hall. "You are a sorry excuse for a melon! I would have shown you the time of your pathetic life, but would you take it? No!" His rant continued for some time. Hearing the noise, Lightwards peered out of the former gift shop—now another room of jungle—only to see Nightound venting his anger at the remains of a watermelon. A red wig lay soaking in watermelon juice, and a table had shattered against the wall. Lightwards sighed, shook his head, and retreated back into the gift shop. 3
Mailliw73 he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 No, they look like Normal US Army Soldiers. Human in all shape and form. Just mindless.Oh okay. So they turn into real versions and the color doesn't stay? Slaughterhouse Pre-Calamity Information Arnold Grisslie wasn't what you would call a "professional." His back alley den in San Diego didn't have the faintest hint of medical authority, and yet saw more young women cut open and stuffed with plastics than half the professional clinics on the west coast. Yes--Grisslie was a shady back alley surgeon in the grand tradition of shady back alley surgeons. Young women desperate to make it big in Hollywood all filtered into his dark alley, where he would cut along the dotted lines and work his dubiously legal magic. Most survived the operation itself; a few died a few years later from the dangerous plastics he used in his trade, but the vast majority lived long enough to spout his virtues to close friends and contacts. This went on for a number of years, until Grisslie began to expand his trade. There are many countless cases of good men corrupted by Calamity; Arnold Grisslie was not one of these men. His ethics were drifting from the straight and narrow long before he received his powers. In addition to stuffing aspiring actresses and ironing out the wrinkles from aging women, Grisslie began to deal in organs. Most of the organs he got came from third world countries in Asia or Latin America; Grisslie would inspect them before shuffling them off to a nearby hospital, where the doctors knew better than to ask probing questions. Eventually, the plastic surgeon began to harvest more local sources of income. Some of his patients--the ones with no contacts to speak of, who wouldn't be missed--began to show up in pieces, sealed in neat little containers delivered to the local hospital. The doctors who worked there began to privately refer to his establishment as "the slaughterhouse." Of course, he couldn't get away with it forever. He got greedy. Arnold Grisslie killed a couple of women who had more suspicious contacts than he'd thought, and before he knew it had the police at his door. A warrant was procured--Grisslie was arrested. Grisslie was kept out of the public eye in the hopes that the media wouldn't catch on to the case and inspire copycats. He was given a life sentence and plopped into a secure cell. Eventually an impossible star appeared in the sky. Eventually the law enforcement became too preoccupied with droves of supernatural criminals to ensure security was as tight as it should be. And so nobody noticed when Arnold Grisslie slipped through the bars of his cell, leaving his bones behind him. Powers and Abilities A new Epic began to rampage across San Diego, bearing the name of Slaughterhouse. He quickly became known for perpetrating some of the most creatively atrocious acts of the new age. Slaughterhouse possessed the ability to control human flesh. He could cause it to grow or retract in any way he desired; he could rewrite a human body's entire anatomy, shaping men, women, and children into creatures scarcely recognizable as being Homo sapiens. No bullet could kill him, as his own body was subject to this same control. Even a shot to the brain would only go so far, as the remaining grey matter could subconsciously rebuild the rest of it. When thrown into a fire, he simply morphed into an enormous hulk of scar tissue and stormed out. When shredded into hundreds of pieces, the neural network simply regrew and connected the giblets, forming an aggressive living net made entirely of flesh. Slaughterhouse was feared by many. This power was only at its most precise when he touched the target; while his power would work from a distance, he was limited to crude uses of the power such as leaving random ruptures across the target's body. Current Status Slaughterhouse established a small land holding for himself north of San Diego, where he was supported by a staff of servants who were often forced to undergo "corrective improvements." Many of his servants sported wings, additional eyes, and permanent smiles. Suicide rates were quite high, forcing Slaughterhouse to patrol the surrounding areas and abduct new minions. During one of these patrols, Slaughterhouse encountered a young woman wearing plain attire, apparently engaged in destroying a sushi bar from a long distance away. She irritably introduced herself as Möbius, the mistress of Calamityville. Slaughterhouse proceeded to make a pair of ill-advised comments about Möbius' chest and how it could be improved, resulting in him spending the next four months in a pocket universe consisting of nothing but himself, a patch of sand, and a few cacti. While most of Möbius' victims died within such an amount of time, Slaughterhouse managed to reconstruct his body to subsist entirely on cacti and his own body mass. He thus survived four months, his biomass steadily shrinking to only a fraction of its previous size. Möbius usually doesn't ever check back on those she traps, but in this case, she stumbled across the location quite by chance. Slaughterhouse's universe was one of those she didn't distance far from our own, so she could still hear the faint sound of his breaths and groans. She entered and was astonished to find the impolite surgeon as a flat piece of flesh stretched out on a rock, a few basic organs and a brain connected via neural wires. Deciding that such an Epic would be a useful addition to her growing kingdom, Möbius brought him to the Kingdom of Calamityville, where another Epic in her employ assisted in reconditioning him as a useful asset. Nowadays Slaughterhouse is a trusted member of her brigade, and is responsible for military excursions, social experiments, and occasionally diplomatic meetings. He is granted twenty servants per month, with which he is allowed to do whatever he pleases. Slaughterhouse is reportedly very happy with his current position, and would give his kind regards to anyone whose bed he slumbers under. Slaughterhouse as a pony: Whew. That turned out longer than I'd anticipated. Scarred for life. Thank you for not putting him in the RP. We don't need both him and Nighthound here. Too much creepiness for one city. Argh! Somebody upvote that because my stupid phone decided I really wanted to down vote you. Sorry about that. Anyway.... "Its your weakness, ain't it?" Slaughterhouse's lips twisted contemptuously. "I have no weakness." Had Remington less experience with Epics, he may have believed him. But Remington was no rookie. Slaughterhouse was in the presence of his weakness and a man who knew to use it. Remington did not smile. Executions were solemn occasions, and he never relished taking a life. He simply held Slaughterhouse against the wall with one hand and lifted his pistol with the other. He pressed the barrel to the Epic's forehead. "Then go to hell." He pulled the trigger. There. Slaughterhouse's OTP. Upvote a bilion times. Any scenario where Slaughterhouse dies. Toymaker's creations match their Real Counterparts in everyway, except possesing a mind. If she touches a Nerf gun, it wil;l turn into a real gun, and is affected by everything that affects real guns. If it's destroyed, the pieces will revert back to nerf gun pieces. A Human made by Toymaker can be killed much like a Normal Human. Nighthound would be able to take control of them, CorpseMaker would be able to kill them. they cannot posses Epic Powers. When they die, They revert back to their previous toy shape, and cannont be reused. This means that Lightwards couldn't control them. Illusions affect them. Their clothes are part of them as well. If Sightline teleports them, their equipment comes with them. A Gifter Healer cann't heal them, though it's unknown why. EDIT: I added that Song to my Sig. So illusions work, but do hallucinations? I ship it. Thanks. He's restricted to human flesh. Though given how many humans there are in the world, and what he can do with their flesh, it's not much of a restriction. Songs and ponies for every character. I dig it. Altermind has no song. Did you make that new pony for him, Kobold? I think she'd be able to, since they're not living. The living ones she couldn't touch. I'm still having trouble finding songs for Altermind, Voidgaze, Big Al (you know he needs one), Ray, Electro, and Scorch. But I will not be dissuaded! Every character must have a perfect song AND a perfect pony! Good. Altermind needs a song. If they revert back then they definitely won't be mistaken for Lightwards' zombiesDefinitely not. Ignore me. They won't revert back. But that does mean that Lightwards can raise them. Okay. Then there'll be some more bad feelings between the two. Kobold, when are you going next? 3
Jo and the Bush all/any Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Sure, Hallucinations work on them. All the powers work on them.
Mailliw73 he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Sure, Hallucinations work on them. All the powers work on them. okay, well if Altermind ever meets them, they're going to have hallucinations. What about pain ones? For Altermind: Richard Sanderson: Reality It fits okay. A bit too lovey-dovey for Altermind, but the chorus is good.
Edgedancer he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Deathgale Pre-Calamity: Johnny Freeman grew up in the more seedy parts of town, taking up the habit of smoking and ended up employed as a bartended in an establishment owned by the local Mafia. Mostly a quiet job, be “respectful” to the customers and they usually have enough sense not to stir up trouble. Worst that ever happened was that he had to break the fingers of people that didn´t want to pay. Granted, that was still enough to almost get him drowned at one point. Life changed when Epics appeared in the world. Monsters that could rival armies on their own did not favor organized crime; as such Deathgale decided to hand in his resignation. Powers: His every movement, including his very breath, can be extended in a razor wind strong and sharp enough to slice apart buildings. He can also control and increase the density of smoke he breathes out, to the point where it can support the weight of a human. If wounded, his body dissolves into smoke that returns to his old form, once the danger is gone. Current situation: He never developed a taste for ruling himself, which caused him to travel the fractured states, searching for an Epic´s domain, he considered suitable. For the most time every ruler he meet was unsuitable in one way or another and often times incapable to survive his inspections. Ultimately, he ended up in Lucentia´s domain and settle down there, working as her main enforcer, while she kept to herself in her Diamond Gardens. On his cheek is a triangle shaped scar, carved there to testament that he disclosed his weakness to his mistress as a prove of his obedience p.s. that watermelon is my hero. 3
Voidus Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 I've been re-reading steelheart and I realized that there's an approximation of Epic numbers in there: Adjusting for the population differences between Chicago and Portland I'd say there'd be around 1-2 thousand Epics total, around a hundred High Epics and between 10 to 20 with Prime Invincibilities.
Edgedancer he/him Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 I've been re-reading steelheart and I realized that there's an approximation of Epic numbers in there: Adjusting for the population differences between Chicago and Portland I'd say there'd be around 1-2 thousand Epics total, around a hundred High Epics and between 10 to 20 with Prime Invincibilities. So we need more high Epics or even ones with prime invincibility? Especially given that we have a lot of new commers in town.
Voidus Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 Well they'd be spread all over the city and Newcago might have more given it's ruled by 1 Epic so it's more stable
Voidus Posted August 25, 2014 Posted August 25, 2014 I also just read that Gravitonics explicitly cannot cause flight :S we may need to add some giant fans or jets or something to the museum.
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