Sutoratosu

I never really liked this upstart little shit in the games, but damn... I think I cleaned him up kinda nicely for this... behold: Forum Name: Sutoratosu Character Name: Wallace "Wally" Everford Gender: Male Path: Mind Appearance: A frail child standing a bit short for his age, bearing unkempt, verdant green hair and ice blue eyes seemingly locked into a permanently disinterested stare, yet still glinting with a sharpness most wouldn't think to peg one as quiet as him with. His main attire consist of a High-collared shirt, the brim of which oft times obscuring his mouth and nose, as well as a pair of slacks alongside a faded navy blue Jacket that seems a few sizes bigger than it actually is when hanging off the boy's feeble frame. Mech Appearance: Wallace's mech consists of light-weight, plated armor overlain atop an all black, padded bodysuit. Gold-hued greaves cover his shins and knees while cuises of matching color protect his thighs. His upper body is defended by a form-fitting breast plate engraved with a motif of the wind, meanwhile an open brigandine jacket hangs from his shoulders and drapes down to his shins, bearing pauldrons and gauntlets matching the engraved plate. Upon the right arm is a self-priming, flintlock revolver-cannon bearing eight loaded chambers, with additional rounds concealed in the armored coat. A simple, golden helm encloses his head, complete with a featureless golden mask obscuring his face from sight. Personality: being kept on constant bed rest for most of his short life, Wallace is an aloof and quiet child. Seldom speaking unless spoken to, largely accustomed to watching the world outside his four walls bustle with life and activity; a grand play to which he has ever been the observer in the balcony, but narry allowed on stage as a participant. Young though he is, the boy's constant status as a mere spectator has rendered him nowhere near as excitable as a 7 year old should be, instead taking in new information and experiences with a steady, near deadpan neutrality and coolness several of his parent's associates have regarded as "uncanny" in a child, while others, the mark of a potentially brilliant scientist and scholar in the making. His quiet nature serves as a double-edged blade however; while he may be exceptionally good at not showing outward reaction or open displays of emotion, he's just as, if not even more, terrible at verbally expressing himself and associating with others, capable of only simple, short verbal responses and most of the time having little choice but to let his actions and gestures speak for him. He seldom forgets anything he witnesses, whether it be the exact code his father just used to secure his lab safe, or the sneering face and passing remarks of the bully who only moments before the match had underestimated him as a total pushover. Mechs Stats: [11] Speed: 3 [unathletic though his mortal coil may be, his mech and ability compensate for his lack of physical ability by allowing him to float upon and ride the winds he creates, propelling himself at considerable speeds. While his mech may not quite be the fastest compared to some, it's aerial movement is still more than effective enough to outmatch the average human being on foot.] Melee: 0 [As sickly as he is, Wallace has no real business engaging in hand to hand combat, nor having his mech outfitted with any direct capabilities of such. In most cases of an opponent getting too close for comfort he resorts to using his mech's ability to batter and destroy them with savage winds, or simply get away and force them back to whence they came.] Firepower: 6 [The mech's main (and only, tbh) armament, the flintlock Revolver-Cannon upon it's right arm, is capable of firing rounds with enough force behind them to destroy a thick wall of concrete in a single unaugmented hit, and far worse when a hurricane strength wind is packed behind it. Combined with the fact that he can use the Tranquil Tempest itself as a weapon of deadly force with condensed blasts, buffets, waves and bursts of air powerful enough to send a wooden beam through steel and wreck solid stone...] Armor: 2 [The armoring on the mech is lightweight and not intended to be used in drawn out direct engagements. While it will provide a degree of protection against attacks, on it's own it can only do so much to ensure the boy's safety. The Tranquil Tempest helps in the plight however, allowing the creation of Fierce Winds or barriers of solidified air that can mitigate the impact force of ballistics and physical strikes that otherwise would've caused greater damage.] Signature Attack: None Special Ability: Tranquil Tempest [Wally's ability stems from the habit of using meditative thought, focused on tranquil winds and air currents, to steady his breathing and alleviate his frequent coughing fits; a constant tempest surrounds his mech in combat, reacting to his impulses and thoughts. Said tempest can be used for a variety of purposes, from defensively by Wallace solidifying the air or increasing the wind's ferocity to create a mitigating factor around himself, capable of deflecting lighter projectiles and attacks such as arrows and slowing/deviating the course of heavier and more powerful ones such as bullets, to using it to propel and levitate himself or toss those who draw too close, or even turn it into a weapon by condensing it into solid projectiles and highly pressurized blasts and waves of force to literally tear the opposition apart.] Character Specialization: Observance Other: He is prone to coughing fits and wheezing. Over time though, he has learned enough through the path of mind that he can calm the worst of these attacks through the use of meditative thought, with said meditation to keep the symptoms of his ailment at bay also being the reason he is capable of being more than a mere audience member to the world around him for once... however his sickly nature and constant time stuck in bed in the past has still rendered him relatively unathletic compared to most his age.

Hey man, don't worry about it too much. Like I said, so long as I have at least some notification that somethings going on, you'll be fine. Get some rest bruh.

Omfg, why does all the good shit come out now when I can't respond? Defnitely joining, gonna create a sheet as soon as I have access to a terminal again. Quick question though lexi- just for reference sakes, how many years before the main TTG storyline and the Tourney is this? Diviner is 49 or something as of TTG, right? And if he made the system when he was seventeen, add 5 years...27 years before TTG... is that math right? Also, just to make sure, we're all locked into being 7 year old kids, right?

So long as I have at least some notice that there may be complications, you are fine.

Eh, sorry to burst some bubbles pal, but I'm afraid all the slots have already been filled, as announced in this previous post here: As for the other questions, most RPs around here are community driven affairs where the host sets up the conflict and lore of the world and story and players contribute to the plot through the events of their individual characters. Everything else has already been explained in the Front Page of this thread... but again, all the slots have been filled I'm afraid. but thanks for the interest, and eh, you can still read along if ya want

Tres, Gates of Sky Pillar, Pre-Dawn hours The Swine took stock of the Duck's claims, stroking his chin as his eyes scanned the horizon and bore into the Fowl even more. "I don't quite like your answer, space duck. But damn if your logic and testimony don't stand firm. Fine, you may enter-" As soon as those very words left his mouth, the gates again yawned forth just as they had for Lexington and his pitiful army. "But duck, before you go, know that you will find little technology to tinker with. I expect you to find a way to occupy yourself that doesn't involve terrorizing or otherwise harassing your fellow Enclave members- god knows the last thing we need is a repeat of the Rotom Incident... Head to the Temple and find either Master Draidon or someone wearing a scholar's robe, they'll get you set up with housing and rationing.... er, though, technically, I guess you wouldn't be needing either... so go just get, go on about whatever business you have here, I'm rather busy." Without even bothering to watch him leave, he returned his eyes to the sun. Tres was, at least for the moment, free to go.

Tres, Gates of Sky Pillar, Pre-Dawn hours "Huh, the hell did that come from?" The pig jumped in surprise at the sudden adress, obviously blind to the Space Duck's approach with his eyes on the rising sun. Funny, given a psychic type as himself should've had little issue sensing another organic creature approaching... but then again, a construct created by long dead humans wasn't exactly organic, was it? His eyes narrowed upon locating the digital water fowl "Oh... one of you types. Yeah, sure, you could come in... just one issue, how do I know you ain't corrupted?" A pointless question, honestly; one that should've resolved itself, given that if had the duck been among the shade he wouldn't have bothered requesting permission at all. But one the Pig seemed intent on getting an answer to regardless... perhaps the fact that, unlike the mind of a natural life form, a living computer program's brain was a far harder thing to probe and furret out treachery in, had something to do with... or perhaps he simply didn't like Space Ducks who interrupted his daily ritual of watching the rising sun, as his father and grandfather before him since the days of old.

http://www.pokemonreborn.com/forum/index.php?showtopic=21819 It is officially up! Our journey into Hell on Earth begins tonight! For the most part during this early introduction segment, I will let you guys have relatively free reign of you interactions after you get an introduction for your character up, though after a short while, I will begin to move things on to the meat of the chapter. Keep in mind that in the past few decades, Sky Pillar has become a massive complex of buildings and various shelters dotting the island, all radiating outward from the Tower at the center, which itself has also seen heavy modifications and renovations since the first refugees began to arrive and receive protection. The economy is mostly self contained, though there was influence from other lands before the fall of the other gods began. The currency of Sky Pillar is the Poket. It should be noted that essential resources, such as food, water, and shelter, are all overseen by servants of Azauqyar and distributed evenly to all inhabitants of the Enclave, so not many vendors will bother selling them since rations are too precious to really forego eating just for the sake of extra money, but things such as attire, accesories, scrap materials for building or crafting, etc are all more or less free game and easier to obtain to any who can manage to barter for them from scouts and scavengers, or find them oneself. There is also a Guard Schedule for patrolling the Enclave and manning it's wall every 24 hours of the day. The only time the Wall will not be manned is if everyone has been killed or the City is under siege and the barrier has been breached and thereby made worthless. As stated in the OP of the Ic, anyone who fails to respond within a week will be poked by me to see if they are still game. I encourage any who have questions, or want to talk about special arrangements for their introduction scene, to ask them either on here or via PM

Gates of Sky Pillar, In the Pre-Dawn hours of Morning... Lexington adjusted what little was left of his coat as virgin snow cascaded about his feet. The tattered remnants trailing about his gaunt form did little to distill the chill of the wintry slush, another harsh wind blowing in as the old Ampharos gritted his teeth. What few warriors had made it back with him milled about the rock laden shore, finally home but still looking just as miserable as they had upon the killing field. Reminded him all too much of the old days, before shadows were even a concern and the only thing to fear was war and the rumors of war; Men and Pokemon alike had those same empty, listless expressions, every time, after every battle, it never failed to catch at least a few in the service. Shaken by the deeds they had done and seen and fearing the deeds they may have to do and see next, unable to cope with the grim reality of combat, unwilling to forgive themselves for even making it back at all when so many of their brethren lay rotting in lands so far removed from home. To think he had broken his vow for this. Some of these poor fools were no more than mere lads... and this little "Aid" campaign they'd been sent upon had probably ruined many of them for the next many years, if not the rest of their lives. "Open the gates, you filthy swine, don't just stand there and stare!" he called to the first Guardsman he caught sight off atop the wall, a construct of stone and steel cobbled together from whatever scrap could be found floating in the ocean and forged together with as much heat as the Enclave's smiths could muster. Spanning the entirety of the Enclave's Shoreline and reaching some 12 feet at it's shortest portion with a myriad of clashing materials, about as geometrically symmetrical as drunk's napkin doodle. It was an ugly little thing to behold, but a functional one nonetheless... though perhaps it's success could not be attributed as much to it's integrity and strength as the reputation of the defenders lurking just beyond it... even Shades knew to fear the Servant of the Sky God, so long as he was present, they'd not dare a direct assault on the island. The Guardsman, a Grumpig of all things, took obvious offense to the comment as he stared down at the old mon and his troops, though his training had obviously taught him well of speaking back to an high officer. "I'll send the orders, sir. But... what happened to the rest of your troop? Surely, more than just 34 of 300 made it back-" "What the hell do you think happened to them, you dense fool?" Lexington answered with a snap of electricity, arcing high enough to set the pig's hair on end. "I may be a legend, but I can't work miracles, not anymore... the Enclave at Whirl Island and Bell Tower are all dead, whatever survivors might have lingered there were corpses by the time we arrived... but the Shades were in as top a shape as ever. Now open these doors. Alot of these boys are wounded, even if you can't see some of the scars they bear." Almost as if in answer, the gates yawned before the old hero. Without another second, he beckoned his underlings within, watching as they milled past and lingering once they were gone. "My... condolences, Commander Lexington..." The pig offered from his lofty perch, seeming to have forgotten his indignation at the sight of the mens' pitiful states. "may we repay the beasts for every brother they slaughtered. God have mercy on their souls." "What good will avenging them do? Retribution does not bring back the dead, boy. It is an imperfect and fleeting solution, It erases neither the memory of past transgressions nor the consequences of it, if anything it only fuels the fire for greater war. If you take anything away from seeing our defeated forms today, then take that." He began through the gate, pausing one last time before the gaping abyss though. "And boy?" "Yes, sir?" "If God still gave a Ratatat's ass, we wouldn't be in this mess to begin with." A resounding slam of steel and stone, and he was gone. ************************************************* Enclave at Sky Pillar, Morning The Sky Lord's Enclave. Held as the last truly safe bastion within the four corners of the world, built of thousands of tons of primordial stone and as ancient as time immemorial. Kept safe by it's motley wall and fleet of ever vigilant Aerialist alongside defenders lurking just beneath the wave, kept pure of the shade by the twin plates of Sky and Draconic lineage harbored atop it's summit in the Sky Lord's summit. For many, the expansive monolith had become the last place they could truly call home. For others, it had been home since the very first of the days after humanity. Housing it's own military, it's own production of sustenance, it's own economy, governed by some of the most powerful beings left uncorrupted in the world. Young or old, pitiful or strong, healthy or sick, it mattered not, by orders of the Sky Lord, any and all whom were uncorrupted by the Shade's touch were to be welcomed in. What had once been naught but a lonely temple dedicated to a god who few would remember if not for an ancient feud, had become a city of survivors in it's own right... and as far as many were concerned, the last hope to right the wicked hands of fate. And the city buzzed like countless beedrills after the return of Lord Lexington and what remained of the host he had been sent off with some three months ago. Strained with news of such pyrrhic results even when a troop was commanded by the Living Legend of wars past himself, public morale flagged. Some said the geezer had lost his touch in his decades of retirement since the death of the false angel, others spoke of Shadows who grew stronger with each and every kill they made, the only possible way even Lexington could've failed... others still worried more about what would happen to the refuge they had found now that their closest and last allies in Johto had been routed and destroyed, apparently long before their reinforcements had even arrived. And yet others still whispered of other matters. Matters beyond this war that had been lost... matters of a gathering to be held in the Sky Lord's Chambers come Noon today. but whatever the future held, one thing was certain of the community's fate: From this day onward, there would be no going back. There would be no more respite. For they were the last of their ilk now, the final and greatest targets of the adversary. The final battle for dominion of the earth was no longer a matter of "If", but "When". And it was a battle that more than a few were certain would be pointless to fight. The light however, still burns for now. Despite the encroaching darkness, there shines a path of radiance through the night... for the Rulers of Sky Pillar were far from done, their best yet to be revealed. Little did a few brave souls know of the roles they were to play in the coming days. And even less of the trials and tribulations they would face... ((OOC: Make a post introducing your PC. Anyone who fails to respond within a weeks time will be poked by me, so... get to it.))

BAM! Characters are all in order and the OP has been fixed up with a scroll wheel to make things a bit less clustered. Just as an FYI, whenever you go to update your character sheet in the future, it is highly suggested you use the link provided in the Accepted Player's post... since some of you have multiple profiles floating around here and I only bothered to include one. Anyways, work on the IC thread will begin immediately after this message is sent.

Hmmm... I see.... I will admit, the sting of disappointment at seeing oneself fail to make the final cut is there... but, regardless of my personal feelings, I do congratulate those of you chosen for this. May all your strikes be critical, and all your Fortune-altered attacks accurate.

I would support this just to see what this miraculous idea of yours is. Because god knows the rest of us haven't been able to figure out anything to fix this mess... Oh, and nice to see ya back into the fold, buddy. Yeah, it's hard to stay away, isn't it? Same reason I had to come out of retirement and give Hosting things another shot...

Hmmmm... autocorrect sees fit to go behind my back and change words again. Fixed that. And eh, I just thought it still kinda fit considering both the electricity and magnetism components of his ability are so heavily bound together and interrelated... and with him basically not holding anything back with it in that moment, well... plus, come on, adding a few dashes of the rule of cool from time to time is one of the best things about this whole combat experience. And I couldn't resist not throwing in a reference to the OG of Railgunning shit into oblivion Great, even better.

#PacificRim references incoming. Inb4 giant monsters start appearing throughout the planes and the tourney is called off as the eight pilots are forced to take control of giant mechs as partners anyways, for any doubting the limits of the TF in regards to being able to halt a railgun round dead in it's tracks and return it to sender with even greater force, keep in mind that Solomon has literally been using the principle of accelerating and maneuvering his mech and strikes as well as deflecting and redirecting metallic shots with electromagnetic amplification/manipulation as a core part of his combat style since his earliest days of piloting. That and given the fact that he has the ability to cause EMP bursts powerful enough to severely cripple and damage equipment covering a broad area in all directions and fling other mechs who get too close about like a ragdoll (as demonstrated by Supernova in the last fight)... yeah, honestly not too far fetched a feat by comparison when the other factors are taken into consideration. EDIT: also holy shit I simply must have Sully visit Diviner now at some point... the guy would probably be a fucking hero to him if he did the whole hero worship thing (even if Div Tech being attributed to him technically is just speculation and legend without confirmation...still would garner major street cred in his books) And the whole "No older than 30 thing" back during the sign-ups is making alot more sense now...

Revenant vs Strider Solomon took note of the girls shift backwards, something that shouldn't have been possible unless aided by aerial maneuvering or an ability such as his own... and given the readings from earlier, the latter was looking like an unlikely candidate. He even caught the slightest trace of a thruster blaze... but regardless if the girl had rockets, it changed nothing to him. He was more surprised by the sheer gal of his opponent than anything... though the factor just as soon turned to amusement. "Asmo, did she really just..." "Yes, yes, indeed she did. A Railgun. Against us." "Oh... this is gonna be fun." The round sped over the water with all the speed that could've been expected of the armament. But it was nothing he hadn't exceeded with his own abilities before. Nor was it even a situation he hadn't been in at least a few times... those bunch of damn bloody fools thinking they can beat him in his own game. He skidded to a halt on the isle closest to himself, hand outstretched as the projectile soared closer and the Tesla Fields responded with barely a single impulse of instinct, the projectile making landfall with all the force of floating feather as his palm halted it dead in it's tracks, the very air itself distorting into a strange mirage of shifting light and electric snaps and pops with the power of his ability as EM fields tempered with years of experience churned to life. The projectile hovered there just a few inches before the armored exterior, and with another raw impulse of instinct from solomon, did a full 180 turn before firing back off at the the very one who had sent it. The only difference for Sully being the raw, unbridled arcs of electricity cloaking the package as it soared over the field with the ferocity and swiftness of a bolt from the purest blue, a massive peel of harrowing thunder resounding throughout the place with deafening overtones, the waters cascading to thick and furious waves in the wake of a force and acceleration far greater than that of what Strider's Railgun had delivered and the thing quickly taking on a burning, scarlet hue as it sped across the field like a electrified meteor, ready and oh so eager to cause a few extinction level events of it's own... aimed right for the generator he had been eying since the start of the match. He knew not what type of Armor she might have...but chances were the zeal and gusto behind the counter probably bordered on overkill, and he had just revealed another portion of his hand... but that was fine by him. He knew he would've had to sooner or later anyway. His outlined stratagem would still continue regardless. But no one, absolutely, positively no one, dares afront his pride and joy by using any type of EM or metal based weaponry against him with impunity... especially a fucking railgun system of all things, no matter how meek and timid they might seem at a chance first encounter. Not after so many countless battles of the ability being put to the test, not after so many times it had proven itself his most valuable asset in the arena. The Tesla Fields were nothing to be laughed upon... nothing to be outdone by some imitator. No imposter's weapon made against it had ever prospered, and Sully certainly wasn't about to let that change now. And beat around the bush about that simple message was one thing he could not, would not, do. "Good luck getting out of the way of that, Chummer..." He snarled beneath his helm, the words resounding only through his own ears as he quelled the oncoming surge he felt in the back of his mind, a stirring rumble like the awakening of great dragon, slumbering for eons and ready to feast upon the blood of men and unleash the fires of hell. Of course Revenant wanted out right now, wanted to be freed from the mental bindings to enjoy the carnage or feed upon the growing outrage it sensed... even after these years, the beast within the man and machine alike still hadn't learned the time and place for itself. Hadn't learned that a Berserker or a Maniac state only has value when used strategically. But it heeded his warning to wait until unleashed. Backed down... Grudgingly, but backed down nonetheless. But it waited. and it hungered. For all the Revenant knew was hunger... hunger and bloodlust.

Keeping in mind that Asmodeus only has the capability to assume autonomous control over Revenant's functions because he's quite literally integrated with Solomon on a neural level through the use of Cybernetic Implants, hence also the reason why Solomon is capable of summoning and having full communication with him even when outside of his mech. That and the fact that Sully also built him basically from the ground up when he first started Piloting and has been working with him ever since... so at this point, Asmo is more or less as much apart of the guy as his own Subconscious Mind and his Mech. Though even with Asmo's relative level of freedom and autonomy, his relationship with Solomon is still very much one of master and servant. Just like the old Goetiac legends...ok, well, maybe mot, in those stories, Asmodeus really wasn't 100% under control alot of the time and pulled a few betrayals and deceptions over King Solomon