The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class

As the class went on, Mr. Dr. Doom kept trying to make a helmet using the crafting recipe from Minecraft instead of actual Metalworking.
Growing increasingly angry with his understandable lack of progress, he resigned to just wield the sides of his 5 ingots together in a lopsided "n" shape and call it a day.
[color=004d]"Okay everyone! We're about to show off the designs. Hurry and finish off whatever you were doing!"[/color] He said before putting on his "Helmet", having a hard time trying to balance it.
Rugal could only cringe at the idea that HE used to be an employee of his.

 

[bluerocker]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class

Teri did the best she could to aid in the process of helping Devon out with the general work after the metal came off of the heat, working with the tools available to try to smooth and polish the piece as David worked with the hotter side of things. Dimitri occasionally called out a tip or two, and pointed out spots that were missed as the Cleric did the best she could to make the piece look as good as the recreations she saw in her book. With the group collaboration going on here, the Iron man replica was shaping up to look great!

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg were faring well enough, with the both of them being somewhat resistant to heat, and thus made the shaping process a little easier. However, with the two of them compared to the group amassing at David's table, the effort, although valiant, wasn't quite the same; superpowers or not. But, Cadolbolg's fire breath certainly made the heating process easier, that much was certain. When it was all said and done, their helmet more resembled a dented bowl [http://warrelics.eu/forum/military_photos/world-steel-helmets/95631d1270486578-indian-army-helmet-non-metal-m1-style-helmet-bpk3vzq-mk-kgrhqeh-deeuvethe5eblr89f5dc-_3.jpg] than a completely face covering helmet, like the ones made by the rest of the class. But hey, A for effort... Right?

After waiting for their creation to cool, the duo flew the item to the front of their desks, looking a bit sheepish in the process, but happy to be done with the assignment none the less.

 

[mcpop9]

"GOT IT!" Kura shouted out in triumph as she turned on the ham radio, its power being boosted significantly.
"Girls, we just need that telescope now. then i should be able to send a signal to the moon and hopefully get us a ride home. " she explained to the kirlia and other female. Then Kura set about the lab, searching for a telescope with the other two.

 

[Sithmorack]

Shadow

Shop Class

As he took his "fuck you finger" and his gun and placed it on the table he turned and replied to Melethia "I wasn't actually planning on using this.... I just wanted to make gun..."

Meanwhile Taytum put on her "Minecraft" helmet (which fit snugly for her) and took her miniature Eiffel Tower and then waited patiently at her desk.

 

[bluecrimson]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class



After it was all said and done, the Iron Man helmet came out looking Rather good. It may have lost the ability to lift the face plate, but it was still something they could all take pride in. "Thank you so much, David. We would've been in a lot of trouble without you guiding us along the way." Devon then shook David's hand to show how much he appreciated the help, then stood next to Ella. "Go ahead, present it. I may have come up with the design, but you were the main one that made it a reality."

[hr]

Melehtia nodded at Shadow's request. "I gotcha. Anywho, time to turn my thing in." She walked over to her table and put her helm on the table. It was hard to think that she'd made it on her own without using magic, but Shadow had seen her at work.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class

With some last minute changes and a few pointers from Melethia (Namely increasing the size so it could actually fit on someone's head), David, Devon's and Teri's group project was finished in time for the assessment, presenting it next to Melethia's.
While hers was much better made, they had extra points for their robotic design (Least David hoped so)
As everyone went to display their creations, Mr. Dr. Doom walked down from the teachers desk and oversaw all the offerings.
[color=004d]"...Ummm...What the hell are these?...."[/color] He asked as he motioned to the Eiffel Tower and Foam-ish finger that Shadow had made as well as Matt's horse.
[color=004d]"Guys, This isn't an Art Class! That dragon ***** runs that. Mr. Dr. Doom teaches METALWORK! Not Art!"[/color] He said to them, his "Helmet" still barely on his head.

He then oversaw the actual helmets, shaking his head disapprovingly as he did.
[color=004d]"As for the rest of you, You managed to make the helmet, sure. BUT...you didn't do it *MY* way!"[/color]
.....What did I expect?... Rugal thought as Doom proved himself to be a total moron yet again.
[color=004d]"Therefore! The Golden Star for this class goes to..."[/color] He said as he pulled out a gold star sticker out of his cloak and planted it on his forehead.
He then jumped on top of the display table and shouted:
[color=004d][HEADING=3]"MR. DR. VICTOR VON DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"[/HEADING][/color]

What the Doctor didn't take into account was his own body weight when he jumped up on the table, causing the wooden frame to break at his end, flipping the table over and dropping him onto the floor while all the student creations were flung up into the air.
Before he could get back up, the metal foam finger smashed down on his head, knocking him out cold as the other helmets landed on the ground with no real damage.
[color=004d][sub]"-oooommmmmm...."[/sub][/color]

Rugal went to check up the doctor, finding him to be knocked the fuck out.
"...Guess everyone gets a A+ then..." He deadpanned as the bell went off, after all, they DID do a better job then the teacher himself did.
The Students were free to take their creations with them if they chose to do so.

Jenny

When Kura went looking for Misaka and another telescope, she tripped over something.
Looking down, it seemed like as while she was working, Jenny had dozed off, sleeping on her textbooks.
She stirred afterwards, sleepy yawning as she slowly woke up.
*Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn* "Oh...Sorry...Must have...Hm, dozed off. What did I miss?" She asked, wiping some sleep from her eyes.

 

[mcpop9]

"sorry jenny, didn't see you there. Well, i finally figured it out. now, all we need is a telescope, then i should be able to send a message to the moon." she said and continued searching around for one. "Mind helping? the sooner we get one, the sooner we're all home." she said.

 

[bluerocker]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg shrugged at Doom's theatrics and picked up the helmet they made. It was the first, and probably only they would ever make, but darn it, it was their's! Ton Ton was the first to try to wear it, given that Cadolbolg would have been a bit inconvenienced by it. However, with a helmet made for someone much larger than himself, that was a very hard task. None the less, Ton Ton did his best to follow the leaving party, dragging the helmet behind him.

Cadolbolg shook his head with a turtle-y smile, and flew down, picking up their creation to help his friend along, "I think this will slow you down too greatly, friend Ton Ton."

Ton Ton crossed his arms in frustration, but didn't make a protest as they wandered along. Instead, he opted to show it to Devon, [color=15650D]"Mr. Devon, look what we were able to do! It's not as fancy as your group's helmet, but I think one of you could wear it if you tried! Also, I need to ask you something.... My and Cadobolg's class seems to be next and..."[/color]

After handing the turtle the helmet, the Tonberry jumped onto Devon's shoulder and began to whisper plans into the bard's ear. Cadolbolg, on the other hand, held their combined helmet proudly for Devon to see, his turtly chest puffed out with pride.

Teri, in the meantime, was actually quite comfortable in their circumstances, aside from Doom's shoddy excuse of a grade. With Devon's illusion up, she didn't feel a rush at all to leave the class as she would have when she first entered. Instead, she wandered over to Rugal and Melethia, and wondered aloud,

[color=0E59E4]"I know Ton Ton and Cadolbolg were wandering with the classes, Dad. Did you pop in for extra protection or something? Also, how'd lunch go, Mel?"[/color]

 

[bluecrimson]

Mr. Dr. Doom's Shop Class

Devon got ready to leave and nodded at the instructions that Ton-Ton was giving to him. "David, you can keep the helmet. You were the one that put the most work into it, after all." He hadn't expected Doom to be so unusual in the grading, but he did have a point. He also waved at Cadolbolg's item shortly after. "You two did a pretty good job there. Now all you need to do is grow into it."

Meanwhile, Mel responded to Teri as she grabbed her helmet. "Well, there's not really a lunch to speak of. I mean, if it were a choice between it and starving, I know people that would gladly choose to go without food."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

David

"Thanks, though to be fair, I really only did a bit of measuring..." David said as he took his helmet from the pile on the floor, dusting it off with his sleeve before stuffing it into his bag.
"Well, there's something for the mantlepiece back home. I'm going to put this right next to that towel I stole from that Angel temple." He quipped as he stepped over the knocked out body of Doom.
"Well, that was the most successful class after Music. What's next?"

Rugal

After double checking Doom, Rugal answered Teri.
"I heard this moron was running the class. And it was a room with power tools. Last time we left him alone with such things....[sub]we don't talk about it[/sub]..." He answered, not trusting his former employees as far as he could throw them.
"Still, don't think the next class has a teacher AS bad as Doom. So I'm going to return to the others, they were checking out the student database last I checked. You two be good now." He then said to Teri and Melethia before leaving and returning to the library to check their progress.

Jenny

Although she was tired, the chance to get out of this accursed form was more than enough reason for Jenny to get back up.
"Alright. Just May-*Yaaaawwwnnn*-Maybe we should give a progress report first before we try to contact...whoever it is you want to contact..." She said as he went looking around for a Telescope, hoping they wouldn't need to go to a different room in order to do so.

 

[Sithmorack]

Shadow

"So... what was shop class like then?" Shadow questioned as he stood up and began exiting the room. Taytum following behind him.

 

[bluecrimson]

Dimension: Avatar Adventures
Location: Avatar Adventures High School

[hr]

The library: Slin | Caim | Angie

When the class had ended, the group there had done exhaustive comparisons, and the names had been compiled into a rather small list of ten or so people that they had all found extremely odd for the school, some by being too normal and some by being cryptic even for this school, like that C.C girl.

[color=c20000]"So, how should we proceed from here?"[/color]

[hr]

The Barrier: Gabrielle | Lupito

Lupito whimpered, not being all too comfortable with the barrier. For some reason he could hear the scritching of spiders in the background... the ones from back home that were as big as a large dog. Please, leave...

[hr]

Shop Class: Aftan | Cadolbolg | David | Devon | Ella | Kalastryn | Kenneth | Lucretia | Matt | Maya | Melethia | Puce | Sadei | Shadow | Teri | Ton Ton

The class was over as the students started filing out into the hallways.

Melethia lightly punched the young Puce on the arm as she walked out. "Maybe ya could try to feel the metal out next time? crazy idea, I know, but it works."

[hr]

The Halls: Time Pocket: Devon | Mark | Teri

Devon looked at Mark, feeling that extremely distinctive feeling from him that one that's been in hell has. And knowing the current ruler of hell, one could excuse the small amount of apprehension that was held.

"It's a bit odd for you to be talking with us out of nowhere, considering your current exploits... What's your angle?" He put his right hand on his sidepack as he talked to Mark as Teri reached for her Pen in her pocket.

 

[bluerocker]

Dimension: Avatar Adventures
Location: Avatar Adventures High School

Dmitri's World (The Tablet): A.I. Vermilion | Dmitri

[color=3897E0]

"No, Ms. Vermilion! You cannot do that! Not to that cruel former Author of yours... Please, Ms. Teri was merely distracted by her mission. I will send her something now! Please... Just do not submit to that horrible Author's will again. I'd rather you keep your freedom than indulge in my own selfish desires... Please, Ms. Vermilion."

[/color]

As he said this he sent the message in question to his Ladyship.

[hr]


Shop Class: Aftan | Cadolbolg | David | Devon | Ella | Kalastryn | Kenneth | Lucretia | Matt | Maya | Melethia | Puce | Sadei | Shadow | Teri | Ton Ton

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg looked pleased as punch for Devon to praise their silly handiwork, to the point that Cadolbolg placed it on Devon's head, and said in a somewhat grand voice,

"For the time being, you may wear it, Friend Devon. May it keep nasty things from hitting your head!"

Ton Ton piped in with a giggle, [color=15650D]"It's not like we could wear it anyway. It's too big!"[/color]

Teri took the email with a frown, and began typing on the computer in an attempt to find what exactly was wrong with Vermilion, as well as a test patch for her to try and fix Vermilion with. She was very worried about trying something out on another sentient creature; but she wanted the two AIs to be happy. After all, she had seen Dimitri much brighter since his rescue of her after Mark's 'fun' in the library... As she typed away and sent a patch, one infused with a bit of pure Author-y energy, she heard Melethia's story and wondered aloud,

[color=0E59E4]"Wait, you didn't eat? And I suppose that means Dad didn't either.. Here, how about...?"[/color]

She scribbled a bit into her Tablet and with a flourish of her hand, Melethia and Rugal found that a bento box [http://www.chewonthatblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/lunch060224_DYJSN03.jpg] appeared before them, with a pair of chopsticks [http://www.kenhom.com/images/big/t91003_4_pairs_of_chopsticks.jpg] and a bottle of water to go along with the meal. After that round of poofing, Teri contented herself in making a bottle of her Dew of choice appear in her bag, and fished it out of her bag, knocking it back with a smile. It was a bit much in succession, the patch, the food and drink, but she figured that if this was all she had done in this period of time, she could recover with no problem.

[hr]

The Halls: Time Pocket: Devon | Mark | Teri

However, when the shift overtook the area, Teri was instantly on high alert and grabbed the Sadei Pen, ready for any form of conflict that'd come their way.

"What? No Hello?"

Teri was surprised that Mark appeared, and right out in the open too, and was taken aback, [color=0E59E4]"... Mark?! Can't say I'm entirely happy to see you right now. You trying to kill me and my friends doesn't entirely help with your brownie points, now does it?"[/color]

As she said this, she stashed the Dew away, opting for a bottle of water instead. If things got ugly, Squishy and her constructs were her only form of Defense. She could already sense that Garm had stopped moving in her bag, and Sadei's voice seemed to be a bit muffled in her mind...

[hr]

The library: Slin | Caim | Angelus | Rugal

With the list of possible targets compiled, Angelus was the first to speak, "We need something inconspicuous... Calling them straight to this facility might raise a few red flags. "

It was about at this point the King of Fighters wandered in, carrying a box of some kind, and Angelus didn't move her eyes from the list as she acknowledged his prescene,

"Ah, greetings Rugal. Get over here, we have a something of a much more narrow list. Perhaps you may recognize someone..."

Caim on the other hand, was typing up a list of the names on his PDA, and sent the list to all available contacts on the Rising Dawn, sans Mark, in order to spread the information to the others in the classes. After all, what better infiltration did they have?

 

[bluerocker]

Dimension: Avatar Adventures
Location: Avatar Adventures High School

Dmitri's World (The Tablet): A.I. Vermilion | Dmitri

Dimitri watched in helpless abandon as the AI he held very dear to his heart was suffering more technological issues, and then saw a book glowing a pale blue descend from the ceiling. It was a simple book, with black bindings and red letters stating: Fix Technical Difficulties for the AI Vermilion While Still Enabling Her To Keep Her Will and Personality.

Whatever this book was, Dimitri was hoping it would work. Leading the floating book to the AI in question, he waited quietly to see what effect his Author's "Programming" could have on his fellow cohort in hacking. Hopefully, it would resolve the issue... And hopefully, it would not require another back up....

[hr]


The Halls: Time Pocket: Devon | Mark | Teri

Teri snorted at Mark's shoddy accusation of Lucifer, and shook her head, [color=0E59E4]"Ha! As if you could trip me up with that, Mark. I'm older, more experienced and wiser now. Maybe the scardey-cat Teri you knew after the ordeal with Bruiser may have believed that load of crap, but I do not fall for such tricks so easily. Unlike you, I can say Lucifer has earned my trust; which is much more than to say what you've tried to do to us."[/color]

Her eyes did not lie against her words. Conviction stood behind them, instead of doubt or fear. Perhaps the training she had gone through had aided her? Or was it running around with a bunch of rough and tumble fighters? Whatever it was, her words had truth behind them. Mark had clearly stepped on a bad topic, and he had angered the Cleric as a result.

Teri glared at Mark, and then turned her gaze to the Displacer Beast, her eyes much more fierce than Mark remembering them ever being and: [color=0E59E4]"Besides, we never gave up our powers Mark...."[/color]

She kept her gaze on the beast, and the three of them could see pieces of meat beginning to hit the ground, and...The creature fell over? As more bits of meat fell, Teri's gambit continued to work, and the creature fell crying out as it's stomach begin to engorge, and became painfully full to bursting.

[color=0E59E4]"We just focused them."[/color]

 

[bluecrimson]

Dimension: Avatar Adventures
Location: Avatar Adventures High School

The Barrier: Gabrielle | Lupito

Lupito saw the spider that had approached and immediately bit it on one of the legs. Of course he was younger, so the bite itself was weaker, but anyone that's been around a young dog knows firsthand that a puppy's teeth are sharp on their own. He was barely able to break the carapace after about 4 or 5 different bites, but hopefully the thrashing around would draw Gabrielle's attention.

[hr]

The Hallways: On the Way to Dance Class Aftan | Cadolbolg | David | Devon | Ella | Kalastryn | Kenneth | Lucretia | Matt | Maya | Melethia | Puce | Sadei | Shadow | Teri | Ton Ton

Melethia shrugged as she talked to Puce. "Well, I just look it over an' let the stuff speak to me, ya know. I know it sounds really weird, but after a while, you can get a feel for what the metal would be best as. That piece there, for example, feels like a sturdier one. Maybe best for a blade edge or a basic frame section that has to bear weight. Some stuff, like gold, is too soft to be much more than decoration, but no two pieces are the exact same."

After that, she turned to Aftan and bluntly addressed the young knight. "You want to know why? Simple: it's not a waste of time. If he knows enough to ask about this, he knows enough to pick up on the intricacies of the metal in the future. Someone like you, though, you'll never see the metal outside of its refined state after a true craftsman has done their job. So stop wasting our time, greenhorn."

[hr]

The Halls: Time Pocket: Devon | Mark | Teri

Devon decided to keep a genial tone as he conversed with Mark. "Mark, we both know when it comes to that person you know that there's no simple talks for their servants. So, what really brings you here? your boss knows that I'm not theirs, and this wouldn't be happening unless there was an angle for them. I don't want to have to do anything harsh, but we both know that neither me nor Teri will be under their thumbs. I do know the terms of my pact, and I will follow the spirit of it if not the letter."

In addition, he readied one of his spells in case he and Teri had to leave suddenly. He knew more than a few ways he could get out if needed, but if he could get Mark talking, he could get him to slip up.

 

[The_R3d_Fury]

He was cold, he was wet, and worst of all he was out of bullets. Pushing an ear against the door of the metal cabinet, he listened hard.
"What do we do with him now?" Came a voice, young and with an Italian accent.
"I say we kill him," came the response, deeper than the first.
"Why, though? I don't wanna have to go through the hassle of hiding a body if I don't have to."
"So we just let him go, then? Or how about we save him the trouble - we could drop him at the police station ourselves, maybe even wear handcuffs and surrender. What are you, an idiot?"
"I'm just sayin'. I'd much rather not spend my Friday night digging in the middle of the woods, thank you very much."
"Well who says we have to bury him? Just cap him now and high-tail it outta here. By the time the cops arrive we'll be long gone, three fingers deep in whiskey and warm, none of this cold crap."
Mike shivered, chilled to the bone. He'd almost made it here without incident - if he'd only seen the lake before stepping onto the ice. He could overlook that mistake, though. What he couldn't forgive was how he'd let the bullets wash away while he clambered out of the water. Note to self: keep gun loaded.
"So, what? Just boom, boom, and we're outta here?"
"Well why not? We have what we wanted. What else is there?"
If he was going to save the day, he should probably do something now. Placing a hand on the inside of the cabinet, he took a deep breath and counted to three. Slowly, he pushed the door open, just a crack.
Through the gap he could see a bloodied man, tied to a pipe on the far wall. Two men stood in long coats in front of him, talking. Tools littered the floor - pliers, wrenches, a hammer - all covered in blood. An expensive looking car took up a good deal of space, placed directly between mike and the two men - mobsters, most likely.
He gripped his revolver tightly, pushed open the door and stepped onto the floor. Crouching down, he picked up the wrench. The blood was fresh, and he had to wipe his hand on his coat to grip it properly.
"Well I'm not gonna do it. You wanted to kill him, you do it."
"What, you afraid to get your hands dirty?"
He crept around the side of the car, wrench in one hand, revolver in the other. One ...
"I'm not scared I just don't wanna get blood on my coat."
Two ...
"You've already got blood on your coat. Admit it, you're scared."
Three!
H stood up and brought the wrench down hard on the deep voice'd man's head. The man went limp and fell to the ground.
"Drop it!" He said, pointing the business end of his six-shooter at the other one. "Now."
The man was stunned as wasn't about to argue. He did as he was told, releasing his grip and letting the gun drop to the floor.
"Kick it over to me."
Again, he did as he was told. He kicked the semi-auto across the floor. Without taking his eyes - or gun - off him, detective Michael Woodhouse bent down to pick up the weapon. He holstered his own empty gun and held the loaded one pointed at the gangster.
His bluff had worked perfectly. "Where are the files?" He asked.
"What files?" The man asked shakily.
"The files. The case against Palliano. Where are they?"
He caught the man's eyes dart towards his partner's limp body. Wasting no time, he bent down, turned the man over and placed a hand inside inside his coat.
As if he had suddenly regained control of his own body, the mobster ran at Mike, tackling him and sending him backwards off the body. The detective felt an impact on his face, another, another. Struggling, he managed to pull his head out of the way just as the man's fist pounded the concrete floor of the garage.

 

[StormShaun]

Page 2 of character.

Minor Characters

Spoiler: Archangel Barakiel

Spoiler

[http://s1058.photobucket.com/user/StormShaun/media/my-fallen-angel-3-fallen-by-lauren-kate-31162259-800-515_zps375db4c4.jpg.html]

Age: 130,000 years old.
Race: Pure Archangel.
Origin: God.
Title: The True Archangel of Lightning, One of the Seven Original Archangels and Lord of the Blackhawke (His Army's capital ship).
Class: Admin Character/Reoccurring.

color:

Clothing & Appearance: In photo.

Backstory:

Barakiel's name means "God's blessing." He is an ancient angel, more than 130,000 years old, and considered to be one of God's mightiest angels.
According to The Almadel of Solomon, a 17thC book purportedly written by King Solomon, Barakiel is in charge of people's attitude and protects innocents. Barakiel hunts evil, has domain over lighting, and rules the month of February. He is a ruler of the seraphim, which are divine creatures associated with cherubim. Cherubim are the winged creatures, or guardian spirits, who protected the Garden of Eden.

Barakiel assists people in having a positive outlook and in experiencing good fortune.

Barakiel is said to have a sense of humour and inspires laughter and joy. It's said that as he walks in is favourite place, the prayers of people appear on trunks of the trees around him. And he always answers the prayers offered with an open heart and a willing spirit.

AA Backstory: Barakiel combined with Tomoya Okazaki's soul a long time ago when he first grabbed hold of The Stone of Light. The one vessel helped everyone for years to come until a Shadow Demon came along whom enhanced Tomoya's dark side to corrupt the Archangel side and eventually became Dark Tomoya.


In his spare time he likes to hunt down evil and visit Earth.
He is also the Commander of Heaven's Intelligence.

Spoiler: The President

Spoiler: Current Picture

Name: ?
Age: 39.
Race: Psycho-ass Human.
Origin: Saints Row series: Post Saints Row 4 True Ending.

Titles: Playa', The Boss, President, Mr. President.
Class: Hardcore veteran killa'/President of The United States of America.

Kill count: Unknown.
Death count: "That one time which involved a damn boat."

Voice: Cockney! (Or voice 2 in the games)


Associated Factions.
The Third Street Saints.
The Saint Corporation.
The SAINT Special Unit.
The United States Government. (Current Saints)

Known enemy of ...
Many, many people.

Clothing/Typical Fashion/Outfit of Choice: In photo.
- Has to have Power suit to have powers.


Weakness: Hurting a lot.

Weapons:

http://saintsrow.wikia.com/wiki/Weapons_in_Saints_Row_IV
http://saintsrow.wikia.com/wiki/Weapons_in_Saints_Row:_The_Third
http://saintsrow.wikia.com/wiki/Weapons_in_Saints_Row_2

Common Background.

From enforcer to President, Play'a/Boss/President has done a lot in the Saint Row series.

From the first Saints Row game he joined the third street saints and raised to second in command until he was betrayed and placed in prison due to a boat explosion.
Waking up years later in the second game, The Boss recreated The Saints with his best friend Johnny Gat. At the end of the game, they have risen to power once more by eliminating all the surrounding gangs in Stillwater and the Ultor Corporation.

Some years later The Saints became a corperation, the Boss was still leading.
Except a crime syndicate took over their original home. Taking the fight to this new gang, The Boss kill the competition once more.

After saving his friends and Steeport from Terrorism, The Saints became true heroes. Starting a Counter Terrorism unit, the Boss saved the word from Cyrus, the leader of the past tried Terror act. Stopping him and his nuke, The country wanted The Boss in charge.

Becoming President, this career was bumpy, becoming even worse when the Zin Empire decided to come in and 'fuck' The President. Yes, after taken by Aliens and escaping their Mothership, the Earth exploded.

Entering a Virtual World to fuck with the Zin, eventually The Boss overtook their Emperor and became the Leader of the Aliens and the known Universe. Deciding against this shit, The Boss went back in time to the point where he was still President and saved the world from the Aliens before the Earth exploded.

Now, The President has another election to look forward to.

Personal Background:

"...who cares who I was before I joined the Saints?"
? The Protagonist refusing to disclose their past to Asha Odekar in The Case of Mr. X

The Protagonist's past life is unclear and only hinted at through dialogue, and each voice gives different details of their past.

The character was born in Stilwater,[38] and visited a local massage parlor since junior-high school.

Despite already living in Stilwater, he does not have a home at the beginning of Saints Row

In Saints Row: The Third mentioned that he spent his time killing people in the fresh air when a kid, compared to modern children playing violent video games indoors.

The Protagonist mentions having lived in a college dorm when he is reminded of that experience during a mission on a boat importing prostitutes and sex toys.

In the Gangstas in Space DLC, Male Voice 3 shows his disappointment with the fake building set by stating, "This is worse than finding out the Tooth Fairy was just my drunk uncle with a pair of pliers".

In the Saints Row IV mission "The Case of Mr. X", The Protagonist informs Asha that they don't see the point in talking about their past after jokingly blaming their behaviour on their parents, stating, "who cares what I did before I joined the Saints?" When Asha asks if they had "daddy issues", The Protagonist replies, "Naw, just... forget it".

Personality.

In Saints Row, The Protagonist is a new recruit for the Saints, remaining quiet for the majority of the game not questioning any orders given to him. The Protagonist is too timid to speak with rival gangs or other Saints until towards the end of the game.

In Saints Row 2, The Protagonist may break the fourth wall by randomly mentioning a few aspects of the game during gameplay. For example he sometimes says "You know I never see a dog around here? Weird. In Saints Row 2, The Protagonist is portrayed as extremely vicious, showing no remorse in killing and torturing enemies.

The Protagonist has a strong friendship with Johnny Gat, having known him the longest of any of the Saints since his initiation into the gang.[reference?] The Protagonist displays exceptional strength and durability throughout the series. During the conclusion of Saints Row he was caught in a point blank explosion and only suffered minor burns, though his coma lasted several years.

Neither Mayor Hughes nor his men survived.[reference?] In the trailer for Saints Row The Protagonist said his life changed after meeting Julius, desiring more and more power and money. While typically The Protagonist reserves the bulk of their wrath for rival gang members or other foes, they still display a comical disregard for human life, not unlike most inhabitants of the Saints Row universe. The Protagonist does have a few heroic qualities despite their sadistic nature, such as going to extreme lengths for friends.

The Protagonist killed their mentor Julius in cold blood, although it was revealed that Julius was the traitor responsible for the demise of the Saints in their original form[reference?]. The former leader of the Saints tried to defend his actions and claimed that The Protagonist was too power-hungry, a charge which The Protagonist confirmed. However, Julius' actions remained questionable. The social engineering by Dane Vogel left the original inhabitant of the Saints Row district homeless and destitute, and the betrayal of the Saints saw the majority of them dead or serving prison sentences while Julius lived a comfortable lifestyle. In The Protagonists' eyes, Julius crossed the only line they never had, betraying one's friends.

The Protagonist is portrayed as being, arguably, less susceptible to random bursts of violence, due to already having the power and wealth they desired.[reference?] In fact, the Saint' success in crushing the gangs of Stilwater and partnering with Ultor led to The Protagonist's rise to celebrity status, complete with a Planet Saints franchise and movie offers.[reference?] They are still a psychotic killer, as they show little emotion while killing other than excitement. This is tempered by their loyalty to their fellow gang members, since Saints Row: the Third is mainly centered around them, Shaundi, and Pierce taking revenge after the death of Johnny Gat. However, it seems that The Protagonist is not entirely as merciless as before, agreeing to spare Matt Miller's life when the Decker's leader promises to cut ties with the Syndicate, as well as abandoning his role in the gang war and leaving Steelport, which Matt honours. Despite having tenancies of a psychopath his loyalty to his friends and concern for their well being is not a trait of psychopathic killers.

Spoiler: Shorn

Spoiler: Main picture

Spoiler: Smash Bros pictures

Name: Shorn Edelweiss.
Age: 22.
Race: Human.
Origin: Fire Emblem Universe (After the true ending)/ Unknown.

Titles: Tactician of the Ylisse army/United States Forces, Adviser to Prince Chrom/The President .
Class: Grandmaster Tactician. (A veteran tactician)

Wife: Nowi. (A 1000 year old dragon with a young body.)
Children: Morgan and Nah.



Clothing: (In pictures)

Weapons:
Silver sword called "Soul Seeker", and a thunder sword.
many spell tomes.

Skills:
Can use A level swords and tomes. (Can learn)
Has learnt how to use both efficiently.

Weakness:
Is human.

Other items:
Wedding ring.
Special stone.

Personality:
Shorn is a master tactician, he can make plans which can come true in the future.
He can easily plan battles without people dying.
And he has a good view of life and his surroundings at all times.
He is usually calm and has a neutral expression all the time unless it is around his
friends, family or wife which he is happy and smiles a lot. When it comes to embarrassing
questions (Like how he proposed to his wife) he blushes and usually tries to get his way
out of the conversation.

Spoiler: Fire Emblem wiki description

The Avatar's history is shrouded in mystery, making
them the army's greatest enigma. Despite this, the Avatar's skill in war tactics is
unparalleled, allowing them to guide Chrom's army to victory over opposing forces greater
in number and possibly even experience. They are highly ingenuitive, creating strategies
on the fly and even creating new war tactics out of pure inspiration. Because of their
strategic mind, the Avatar is highly perceptive of the army's feelings and can figure out
the source of most people's inner turmoils in a matter of a few important conversations.
Tiki notes that they are similar to Marth due to their charismatic nature and ability to
befriend everyone they meet. They firmly believe in the concept of forming bonds within
the army, believing that these bonds make them stronger than if they were to fight
separately. After learning of their heritage, the Avatar faces a bit of inner turmoil
themselves, but depending on the Avatar's choices, the Avatar finds their own solutions
to their problems.

Backstory:
There is not much backstory to Shorn.
It is something he would rather forgot.

Though he does say that his life began when Chrom and the team met him in the field they
first met. After that Shorn travelled with the Prince and soon he became his Tactician
which helped the two and country win many, many battles and wars.

On there adventure Shorn and Co met any befriended many people.
Soon one day the team battled across a dessert to fulfill a certain important objective,
and they came across a large sellsword and dragon girl who was actually over a thousand
years old. (And counting)

Many more battles were waged and the two drew closer and closer until they wed.
Now married and with the main game's story over they live a happy life together.
Shorn is adviser to Chrom and still smart.

In the present AA, Shorn is adviser to "The President" while studying the world around
him with Merlin.

Spoiler: Merlin

Spoiler: Images

Name: Merlin Ambrosius.
Age: ??? (Presumed around more then a millennium)
Race: Eternal Human.
Class: Master wizard/Royal Druid.
Origin: Arthurian legend/Mabinogi. (A MMO)

Fate/Merlin: Other Appearance.

Spoiler

Titles: The Wizard, Magical Prankster

Weapon: Lightning crystal/gem gauntlet.
Skills: Master skilled level magic, master of all forms of magic, experienced brawler.

Apperance: In picture.
Color: Light blue

They say a true genius is born only once in a hundred years. The century Merlin emerged, he changed magic forever. But that was generations ago, and he has faded into history.

And now there are reports of a youth fitting his description helping those in need and pranking evildoers...

He cast his first Lightning Bolt at age three. When he was eleven, he invented his first new spell. By the time he was twenty-three, he'd mastered every known form of magic.

The magic community expected much from Merlin. He was soon made the Royal Castle Druid and put to work on research and defending the kingdom. However, these tasks lacked the challenge to keep Merlin interested, and it wasn't long before he vanished in search of adventure. That was over many, many years ago.

No one knows what Merlin did after that, but they say that if you're ever in need, a Druid fitting Merlin's description will come to your aid. They say he hasn't aged a day, and that he's ever the playful prankster that he was in his youth.

 

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Rugal

Rugal took one look at the list and found a mish mash of confusing and strange names, varying from foreign to downright alien.
"Well...It's better then just randomly jumping students. You got this passed onto the others?" He asked as he enjoyed the oriental treat Teri had poofed in, offering some to the others see how they too avoided much of the "Lunch" here.
"...What the hell kinda name is "Retsbew Nerrad?"..." He pondered as he looked at the list and tried to pick one that stood out.

David

David cringed when he looked at this timetable: Dance Class with...Ton Ton and Cadolblog!?
"...Wut?..." He let out as he went looking for the pair, wanting to ask just what they had in mind for this class.
It was then he noticed that Teri and Devon were gone.
"....Teri?....Devon?....Huh...." He pondered out loud, unaware that they were talking to Mark at the moment.
Still, finding the duo he asked "Hey guys...umm...So Dancing Class....What kind of Dance?..."
don't be ballroom, don't be ballroom...

 

[Sithmorack]

Shadow

"If its ballroom im gonna be pissed." Shadow said blankly as he listened to the conversation.

 

[bluerocker]

Library

"...What the hell kinda name is "Retsbew Nerrad?"..." He pondered as he looked at the list and tried to pick one that stood out.

Caim snorted at the comparison, and quipped,

"It's better than Retia Vagreel. I haven't heard of such a strange joining of letters...."

"Hmn... If we could break this list down further, that could aid us as well. By gender, or some denominator...."

[HEADING=3]Dance Class, with Instructors Ton Ton and Cadolbolg Presiding![/HEADING]

"You'll see soon enough, Friend David West."

As the group entered the class, and the Authors inexplicably appeared again, they saw that their familiar friends, and somewhat presiding guardians, flew to the front of the room, and sat on a podium and waited for the group to file in.

After a few moments, The Tonberry spoke up, [color=15650D]"Alright ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Dance 101. Here, we will cover a multitude of styles and ways to dance. Whether it is to pirouette, or to do a simple dip; we'll attempt to cover it in some way shape or form."[/color]

Cadolbolg did a little imitation of the moves midair as Ton Ton spoke, inducing Dawws from the students with a softer heart for cute things. After this, the turtle returned to his pact partner's side, and spoke up as well,

"Today, we're going to be covering some salsa and ballet movements, in that order. Now, Mr. De-, er, Mr. Hauxwell, could you please come to the front and demonstrate the Tempo Espana [http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=wl0jwLo5bLc] for the class today? I'll be acting as your partner for this movement."