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  1. Name: Nomad Real Name: Dyson Alias: Nobody/Ghost, Jeb Rosen Character Number: 06 Powers: His body is inhabited by nanomachines that for the time being seem to have unknown powers beyond minute healing buffs and as of recent, the ability to allow Nomad to change his physical features into handy disguises. Other powers may appear as time goes on. Home: Acorn Kingdom (formerly Overland) Sex: Male Sexual Orientation: Straight Species: Human Age: mid-30's Height: 5'5" Weight: 170lbs Physical Description: Tall, fit and muscular, with jet black hair, purple eyes, and a vertical scar on the right side of his face. As Jeb Rosen: Shaggy brown hair and beard, green-blue eyes. His posture was bad and he had a 'gut'. Attire: Often wore a green t-shirt with black pants and black combat boots with a grey jacket. Alternatively wore an all black sneaking suit and mask with special optic lenses. As Jeb Rosen often wore flannel shirts, coveralls, and dingy jackets and a cap. Skills: Skilled in hand to hand combat, weapons use, espionage, infiltration and some skills in computer hacking via his nanomachines. After Robotnik's coup de tat' he began cultivating survival skills in both woodland and urban environments. Tools/Accessories: Nanomachines aside Nomad often carried a pack with electronic lockpicks, rope, grappling hooks, and other survival tools. Often carried a combat knife and either a laser pistol or rifle if ammunition was available. His 'heavy' weapon was a specialized sniper rifle that could fire kinetic rounds or laser rounds via swapping certain components. Weaknesses: If the nanomachines in his body were fully disabled he'd slowly get sick as they help maintain his body which has gotten used to their aide. While durable he is mortal and capable of dying. Sometimes Nomad can be too self-sacrificing and willing to put himself on the line to protect others even when logic dictates otherwise. Sometimes trying to reconcile his past life with his current one can be a taxing toll on his sanity especiallt when reminded of things he'd rather forget. Character Personality: Stoic but open and warm, Nomad is a protector through and through. Some describe him as an 'old soul in a young body' to which he himself admits feeling he's 'making up for a past life'. Enjoying children, Nomad is especially kind and nurturing to them, a trait he fully embraced as he helped Rosy Woodchuck raise the young children at Knothole who'd grow up to become the Knothole Freedom Fighters. Passionate and strong-willed, he will face the odds even if he cannot win, and will try until he has taken his last breath. Current History: When Mynt supposedly 'killed him', Nomad nanomachine network 'awoke' and secretly revived him, as well as flooded his mind with more and more memories of his past life. (His first taste of his old memories came when ironically he was held captive by Mynt which stirred old memories of the two together). Using the advantage of being thought dead, Nomad took to the shadows, soon learning he could manipulate the nanomachines to disguise himself. Taking an alias as Jeb Rosen, he actively participates in the Resistence movement, helping various cells and using his emerging abilities to try and topple Robotnik's regime while keeping tabs on his comrades and loved ones trapped in the city. Past Life: Thanks to the nanomachines remaining with him even as the universe was 'reset' Nomad's memories of the past universe remain and have slowly over time manifested to his current self. At this point, he recalls everything and tries to reconcile both his lives and not be overwhelmed with the forbidden knowledge he now carries. Physical Stats: Speed - 5 Agility - 5 Strength - 6 Book Smart - 5 Street Smart - 5 Perception - 6 Charisma - 6 Endurance - 6 Survival - 7 Stealth - 8 Picture:
  2. Name: Roxanne (Roxy) Skeet Character Number: 05 Powers: None Home: Acorn Kingdom Sex: Female Sexual Orientation: Bi-curious with a male preference. Species: Hedgehog Age: Mid 30's Height: 3'9" Weight: 75lbs Physical Description: A female hedgehog Lavender body fur and head quills with beige underbelly and arm fur. Her head quills are often tied together like a big dreadlock ponytail. Attire: Casual clothes include jeans or trousers, with a black or white t-shirt and her army camo jacket. At work, if she's at a construction site she wears overalls, a flannel shirt, hard hat, and gloves. At the dance/strip club, she wears a variety of skimpy attire for her dance routines. Skills: Trained as a soldier during the Great War, she's versed in hand to hand combat, weapon usage and driving a variety of vehicles and sabotage. Due to acting skills, she built up from childhood she was also given spy duties that served in both the Great War and the Robotnik Wars. Also a skilled dancer and handy with tools, but is no mechanic savant. Tools/Accessories: Prior to the defeat, she often carried a backpack with a combat knife, bo' staff, and if ammo was available her old laser pistol from the Great War. Among other items were basic wiring and lockpicking tools and if on a spy mission, disguises. Post Defeat; she only really carries a purse with her city ID, spending card, citizen datapad and feminine hygiene products. Weaknesses: Despite her calm and self-assured demeanor her sense of self-worth has taken a nose-dive after the great defeat. Being reminded of how powerless she is, is a sure-fire way to get under her skin. Also, her loyalty to the people who'd sooner see her lynched these days can get the better of her judgment. Her acting is top notch but despite this and her improvisational skills, she can find herself hard to make a comeback when the tables are thoroughly turned on her. Character Personality: Calm and wise for her age, Roxy tends to think before she leaps, a skill that has served her well throughout her life. When relaxed she seems easy going, very open and friendly. She tries to believe in people and nature the best in them (if possible), especially those close to her. Very loyal, even with Robotnik's victory she retains hope and optimism the Princess isn't dead and the chance to fight again may rise. However, her treatment by the Legion has worn off some of her optimism and deep down she's a jaded woman trying to retain the best of herself if just to spite her enemies in not being broken. Physical Stats: Speed - 5 Agility - 7 Strength - 5 Book Smart - 6 Street Smart - 6 Perception - 6 Charisma - 8 Endurance - 5 Survival - 6 Stealth - 6 Picture: TBA
  3. Made tweaks so that Axel is now a wolf-human hybrid and that he has a light covering of fur over his skin but not the same thickness as a normal Mobian. IE; it he looks like a human with wolf ears, an elongated nose/semi-muzzle, tail and fuzzy grey well fuzz-fur over his skin that's very thin.
  4. Just like that the crazy thing seemed affable and no longer of a mindset to kill her. With a shrug he recovered his lost limb and jams it into the stump from whence it was dismembered. After a brief period a flesh and bone crunching sound was heard as Siiythe's flesh and bone began to mend itself to reattach the limb with Siiythe himself making exaggerated discomforted sounds from the process. Yet despite bone, muscle and tissue was whole, Siiythe found the limb just hung there limp and useless. "Bah, of course the nerves will take time to mend from that lightning strike." He murmured in an annoyed tone; as he lifted the arm, let it drop to his side and repeated this five more times before giving up outright. Turning back to face Mynt, he gave a mock curtsy, "So the fatman wants me to return to headquarters? Funny he usually wants me away from his city I guess it's a super serious job. Very well." Walking over to still unconscious rabbit he takes her book, stuffing it in a larger pocket of his tattered trench coat; before hefting Ingrid herself and placed her over his shoulder. Turning to Mynt again, he makes a gesture for her to proceed. "Lead on McDuff! I'll follow like a boy psychopath... for now, Kukukukukuuuuuu!! I just hope I get to kill some things soon, it's been tooooooooooo long since I had a proper set of playmates!~"
  5. Scoping things out with a pair of high-spec binoculars, Mighty the Armadillo lowers them after one last sweep of the area. His gaze turned to his partner-in-crime for this mission, the blue blur himself Sonic the Hedgehog. "Alright, looks like we got enough patrols going that once we start this we'll have one heck of an audience." He reaches to touch the radio-bud in his ear, switching it on. "This Mighty we're starting the fireworks." Without waiting for a reply, the armadillo turns and grasps his arms around a huge cylinder of explosive liquid and holds it over his head, with a mighty heave; Mighty sends the cylinder flying; landing a hit square into a roaming ground-type hover-tanker which exploded into a three-alarm ball of fire. Whistling at his work Mighty looks at Sonic with a sheepish expression. "I didn't expect it to boom that good; but then again I did hit a tanker, well let's do it to it ol' buddy!" The Armadillo then slides down the garbage heap that had been hiding before and rushes for the nearest pair of Swatbots and punches them into scrap. While the two 'power houses' of speed and brawn were causing a commotion; the actual rescue team was climbing their way via the underground tunnel network into the detention center. Moving beside the Princess, Axel kept a blaster rifle held at the ready. The ammo for the weapon was in short supply but he didn't want to take any chances during their rescue mission. While his keen eyes watched the other tunnels at a four-way junction they passed; he asks aloud in a low voice to the Princess just in case anything was down there with them. "Does your hand-held computer thing say how far we have to go to reach the prison? I don't like we took almost a full day to get here to rescue Brianna... Who knows what they might be doing to her."
  6. At the sight of Ingrid fainting Siiythe blinked his beady red eyes but yet seemed rather pleased with himself. "Huh she fainted I guess I still got i-iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!" He squealed in surprise as Mynt tackled him to the ground and dropping his dismembered limb from his grasp. "Oh come on must you ruin my fun!" He wailed, much like a child having a tantrum after being told to get off the playground. His first thought was to flex his claws and gut the wench but as he looked her way; something about her, intrigued him. "Hey waaaaaaaaaait a second!" He leans in his white featureless mask pressing against her nose as those beady, crazy red eyes look into her own orbs. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" He rubbed his chin suddenly his desire to fight was gone and the nagging sensation in his foggy memory overtaking his blood lust. He cups her face, showing yet again both his speed and the strength of his grip as he tilted her head from side to side. "Mmmm, some say you Echidna's are a dim a dozen look wise but I swear something about dem' peepers and your mug..." His eyes go down to her cleavage, "Mmmm." His grip on her face stopped as he used a single claw to catch the front of her top and pop the button, making the garment flop to the side and expose her breasts more. "Hmm, nope, no recollection from those; thought for a moment I saw you in a rape video some bandits I murdered for their soup were gawking at, made it all too easy." He chuckled darkly. The mad-thing craned his head yet again. "Still I swear I've seen you somewhere before that wasn't part of Robotnik's legion."
  7. He personally thought this was unnecessary; but orders were orders; plus he was slightly getting tired of Brianna nagging at him to pay this, what was the woman's name? Jolteia a visit. He wasn't found of doctors never had been but between the rules and decrees set up by the Princess and his friend's worrying about him he figured he'd just get this over with. Axel continued to make his way towards a specific hut he had been told was what he sought. He halts as he comes across a large tree and looks up, spying a hut nestle along a platform built among the strongest branches of the thick tree. While tree-top homes were not uncommon in Knothole; Axel was admittedly used to the grounded ones. Climbing his way up, he makes to the front doorway and raps his knuckles against the wooded door of Jolteia Volteix.
  8. Suddenly a Legionnaire leap before Lien-Da. "Grandmaster watch out- ARGHH!" He collapsed on the ground a bullet wound in his back. There was no blood as the bullet hit cybernetics but wires were frayed and fizzling from the damage. A ways away, lowering his rifle a wolf-human hybrid gave a slight frown; which wasn't much of a change of his seemingly eternal non-plused expression. "Terrific that was my last shot; so much for getting the commander." Axel sits up from his sniper perch; shouldering the rifle with the shoulder strap along its underside; he then slides down the hillside and rushes into the fray. Drawing his twin baton sticks and starts working his way through the fighting towards where the majority of his comrades were focusing their efforts. Eventually he zig-zagged along the outside of the battle to better assess how to get through the throngs of enemies; and in doing so he spied Mynt and Lilith in the distance with his eyes narrowing as he recalled the two from before; and what they did to Brianna. His gaze then shifted to Sally and Antoine feeling torn between backing them up or going after the two wenches who hurt his best friend. If anything happened to the Princess because he couldn't have been of help; he wouldn't have forgiven himself- yet before he could move a Swatbot chasis collapsed near him; a still humming grenade in its grip. "Crap!" He barely got out of the immediate blast radius; but the shock-wave carried him into the air literally throwing him with within two feet of the two enemies mercs. While this was going on, Mighty the Armadillo was literally rushing Swatbots and Legionnaires like he was bulldozer, collecting and pushing them all back before he reared his fists back and then punched the closet two of the bunch which sent the whole pile flying all over the place. "N' don't forget to write!" He quips, dusting his hands off as he turns around to continue the fight. His eyes then catch the silhouette of Mynt and Lilith and catches Axel's flight by grenade shock-wave. "Hoo boy looks like soldier-rover might need my help." He mutters to himself before racing on over to see if he could help.
  9. With the chokehold and blaster put to the back of his head, Siiythe raised his arm in surrender. "I SURRENDER I SURRENDER! ... Okay I don't surrender!" The mad thing then hefts his body and wraps his legsaround Mynt's waist, heaving so he rolled forward, taking her with him in a crude 'roll around'. Once they completed a full roll rotation, Siiythe used the momentum to launch himself out of Mynt's grasp. His lanky frame sling-shots into the tree, landing feet first, he catapults himself back towards Ingrid. After a quick somersault in which he snags his dismembered arm off the ground; he lands perfectly in front of the rabbit. "Hey toots!" He points his limply hanging dismembered arm at her as if it was a weapon. "Stick em' up before I beat you with it!" Eyeing her boot he casually bonks it out of her hand with the limb in his grasp. "Also time out for reading for you! That lightning show wasn't fun! I mean it looked fun but lookit what you did to my arm!" He thrusts the dismembered appendage in her face. "Help me fix it before I make us match...." His comical voice drops to a sinister tone and his red beady eyes narrow menacingly.
  10. The lightning bolt that took off Siiythe's arm made him look at the stump and make a comical display of shock. "AAAHH! MY ARM!! I need that arm to maim, kill and hold my stamp collection book!.... If I had one." His tone switched from shock to casual as he spotted Mynt aiming to maim his other limb. He twists his lanky frame, dodging her blow and simply sticks a foot out in hopes of tripping her. "C'mon toots if you wanted a dance why didn't you ask?" Spying the rabbit attempting another spell he simply wags a finger her way. "Hey, hey!" He calls trying to get her attention; "Do you know any music magic? I feel the need to dance to "Take on Me!" Again his voice went to casually hammy, as if the danger he was in was, minuscule to him.
  11. Upon hearing the voice; Siiythe whirls and his beady black eyes widen a tick. "VISITORS?! At last! I've been traversing forever without seeing a visitor! Hallelujah!" He then began to dance a simple jig, cackling madly as he seemed elated by the 'company' that came his way. In response to the mad-thing's lack of reciprocating Mynt's demands the Swatbots step forward and aim their arm cannons; one of them speaking in it's monotone voice. "Halt! You are ordered to cease and surrender! Any further disobedience will be met with force." Slowing his 'happy dance' Siiythe cocked his head a weird 'snapping' sound is heard as if he popped a bone joint. "Cease and surrender? Why? I'm just dancing in joy? How dare you interrupt my happiness!" "Do you surrender or do we open fire?" Rolling his eyes, Siiythe throws up his arms. "Well I'm not stoppin' so SHOOT ME TIN-MEN!" That was all the Swatbots needed and opened fire, their lasers set for medium-stun hit Siiythe's body all over; repeatedly as he jerked and made rather hammy, death sounds before falling to the ground in a heap. Ceasing their fire, the robots lower their arms, with the commander type turning its head toward Mynt. "Target neutralized general-." Suddenly Siiythe leap to his feet, popping his joints as he sighs in an annoyed manner. "It would seem... Robotnik forgot how it's supposed to go..." Gone was the rather laugh-y, happy, and comedic tone, instead the creature spoke normally. Yet his tone grew serious and somehow that made it sound worse. "He leaves me alone..." With a flick of his wrists his claws extend out again, serrate and begin to vibrate; in two motions; a rush and swinging spin, he claws all the Swatbots into pieces. Their parts fling across the area, or rain down in a shower of debris. When Siiythe looks up his eyes on the Echidna and Rabbit; his eyes were glowing pure red with only the smallest hint of his black pupils glaring at them. "N' I don't slaughter all his toys n' fleshy mooks for hire! KUKUKUKUUUUUU!! LET'S DANCE FOLKS!!" He cackles into the air, his lithe body moving into a ready position to strike.
  12. The serene tranquility of the Great Forest was disrupted by the sound of falling trees; heavy crunching sounds of wood falling and crumbling into dirt and rock. Yet there was no plum of smoke hinting a swarm of Robotnik's machines were behind the devastation of the trees. Down at the ground level a high-pitch sound rings out, followed by the sound of another tree collapsing to the ground. The sound echoes out again and another tree falls to its untimely demise; only following this a loud, shrill, high pitched laugh rang throughout the forest. "KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUKUKUKUKUUUUUUUUUUUU!! KUUUUUUKUKUKUUUUU!! I'M BACK BABY!!" The owner of the voice was a tall, gangling being wearing a black body-suit of some sort of cloth or leather-like material, topped with a white face mask lacking expression that covered most of the front of its face while the back of the head was covered by a hood that was attached to the bodysuit and fused into the mask. A flowing charcoal grey trench coat flapped in the wind looking torn in places. Lastly two large hands of metal with claws that were elongated to a foot and half and razor sharp, lightly humming and vibrating with high-frequency energy. The being's beady black eyes stared into nothing surrounded by red instead of the usual white of an eyeball. Lowering its claws the being with a comedic high-pitched voice muttered to himself. "Wait, what am I back from? I mean, I've been here before, right, or do I just think I have? Mmmm deja vu is a cruel, cruel mistress...." Suddenly chipper as a coffee addict having sampled their favorite brew he cackled with glee. "KUKUKUU! Oh well who cares back to deforestation for life!" Leaning back he swings both arms, the five vibrating claws on each mechanical hand tearing through tree bark as if it was butter. In seconds the tree topples and joins the ten others the odd creature had already felled. "Too bad I don't have a playmate, but I guess dead wood will do! Unless.... unlesssssssss!" Seeming to strain for thought, he shrinks down the claws on his left hand and snaps two claws "I got it!! I'll start a fire and burn the whole place down! That way I won't be cold tonight!! Now where can I get the fixings for an inferno?! KUKUKUKUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!"
  13. Name: Siiythe the Chimera Character Number: 03 Powers: Bio-Chem-Cybernetic enhanced regeneration factor along with cybernetic claws that can elongate to a foot and a half long, as well as serrate. Mild above average strength despite seemingly devoid of muscle mass and endurance. Home: The Dregs of the Wastelands or the Robotropilis Slums Sex: Male (or so he seems as he answers to male pronouns) Sexual Orientation: Asexual (seemingly) Species: Unknown, suspected Human/tall Mobian hybrid or possible artificial life-form. Age: Unknown Height: 6'0 Weight: 120lbs Physical Description: Clad in a full-body encompassing black suit; a white face-mask; with a pair of red lenses showcasing a pair of beady black eyes staring back into your soul. Tall and lanky, seems devoid of muscle, with his hands from the wrist to the fingertips are cybernetic and entirely metal with the fingertips sharpened into claws. Attire: Same as above; with the occasional extra item Siiythe wears being a tatter dark charcoal grey trench coat that's seem better days but remains a favorite of his. Skills: Very acrobatic and athletic, Siiythe when pressed into battle is a melee scrapper using his elongated claws to cut and dismember his foes. His healing factor allows him to ignore minor wounds and ignore pain. Despite his insanity he's rather brilliant and is able to work out complex plans and traps to bait his foes. Overall Siiythe's foremost skill is his silver tongue capable of intimidating grown men and women to wet themselves out of fear of him. Tools/Accessories: Despite all appearances his suit is actually very technological; woven into the bio-mesh fabric is micro-sized cybernetics that bond to Siiythe's bio-augmented flesh like a second skin. Able to administer the serum that gives him his regenerating powers and acts like a pain killer making him numb to feeling pain and press on despite being injured. His face-mask actually has a vision mode allowing him to see in different vision spectrum; and lastly his cybernetic claws are fashioned from a tough composite alloy that can morph its shape with an electrical current delivered by Siiythe's suit. Allowing him to elongate his claws to almost two feet, and serrate the entire finger from tip to knuckle. Weaknesses: Aside from his own ego; which makes Siiythe his own worst enemy on top of his insanity; his body is dependent on daily injections of a special serum that regulates his mutated body and gives him his powers. If his suit is damaged to the point the injectors aren't working he could face severe problems without making repairs ASAP. Another flaw Siiythe must deal with is the worse his wounds are the longer they take to heal. For example if an entire or most of a limb is lost, he'll have to wait hours for it to regenerate. For that matter if his heart is destroyed or removed; it could kill him due to the organ being heavily modified to deliver his augmented dose of injections and chems needed to maintain his body. The same includes if his brain is outright destroyed which will result in instant death. Due to his hard-to-kill body he can be quite cocky and thus underestimate his prey. Character Personality: Unpredictable thy name is Siiythe. The mad-thing that roams the wastes and Robotropolis seems to enjoy toying with anyone that crosses him as much as he enjoys just outright filleting them with his claws. There is no real rhyme or reason to Siiythe; at least any that normal, sane being follow. He follows his own tune which reeks of madness and hammy theatrics, and lots and lots of homicidal urges he caves into constantly. Despite being mad as a hatter he's rather intelligent, if just crippled by his own lack of focus, that is until he decides to focus which is bad for anyone in his sights. Strangely he can be affable and even cordial when he wants; but more often than not, it's a ploy to make one lower their guard so he can eviscerate them utterly. His only joys in life seem to be instilling fear and fulfilling whatever whim and flight of fancy has his interest at that moment. Siiythe also sometimes thinks he's a bigger deal than he is, and if you make him feel you aren't taking him seriously he sees it as a challenge to prove otherwise. His only one goal seems to be making himself the living personification of the boogie-man. Background: Relatively unknown; all that the few who've dealt with Siiythe and survived account is even Siiythe himself doesn't know 'what' he is. Human, Mobian, both or some kind of artificial creature altogether. What he does remember is being a lab rat during or right before the Great War, a big laboratory where he was 'born'. A kidnapped person who was then surgically and bio-engineered into something else or just some kind of mutant artificial life form he isn't sure but he recalls being pissed off and enjoying turning the scientists into blood smears. He claims 'Robotnik was there' or maybe it was some other guy. He isn't sure his memory is foggy. All he knows is somebody made him or turned him into what he is... and he's accepted it. Of course accepting it for him means he's embraced his insanity and murderous ways without a hint of remorse. The Truth: Robotnik didn't fully create Siiythe himself; in actuality, Siiythe was made from 'bits and pieces' that his ancestor's found but couldn't find the 'final puzzle piece' to fit together their own homunculus. Robotnik found the last 'ingredient' and created Siiythe; unaware the creature was merely a recreation of a being from another time and place. Current Timeline: After being nearly killed, Siiythe discovered his 'killswitch' had been disabled and so tried to escape. However Robotnik became aware of this soon enough and had him locked up. Siiythe bid his time, mulling over a multitude of plans during his isolation until an opportunity to escape presented itself. Now free and roaming the new mega city; the maniac is free to terrorize once again. Yet something troubles him, faint memories of an era long past... Memories he intends to sort out, especially those concerning 'victims' he feels have had a long enough reprieve. Physical Stats: Speed - 7 Agility - 7 Strength - 6 Book Smart - 5 Street Smart - 5 Perception - 5 Charisma - 8 Endurance - 7 Survival - 6 Stealth - 4 Bonus Points 0 Picture:
  14. Sighing as Sonic took off; Mighty let out a low grumble as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You got it Sally, I'll grab a radio so we can keep contact; frequency 9193." With that said the Armadillo gave a two-finger salute and dashed out of the lab after the speedy hedgehog. Knowing he couldn't hope to catch up with him; speed wise but with his tracking skills he'd find him and reach where ever Sonic would be waiting. Once Mighty left, Axel walks over to his discarded shirt, pulling it back on while leaving the neural connection device on his back. "I just need to stop by my hut and grab my bag of gear, I can meet you at the entrance to Knothole. We can then head towards Robotropolis and sneak into the prison complex." As he tucked in his long-sleeved undershirt, he trembled a little. No from the cold and being shirtless for as long as he did; but from a sense of unease and worry. What if they took too long to get to Brianna and it was too late? He then shook his head, forcing himself to push down such thoughts; now wasn't the time to doubt. He gave the Princess one last glance as he heads for the door. It was mission time. (I think this thread has served its purpose shall we move onto the rescue mission itself?)
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