Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.

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SpoilerUsername: cyber95

Player name: Gadget Solune

Race: Chib. The Chib race is small, with almost cartoonish proportions. Every member of the Chib race possesses a power, and it varies between individuals. These range from ultra powerful to mildly useful, and no two have the exact same power.

Gender: Male

Post colour:0080FF

Weapon/Equipment: His backpack carries plenty of tools for building small creations, usually mechanical. Also his creation/friend, Whir.

Abilities: The power to give life and sentience. Basically he can give near anything a soul. Whir, a small robotic creation of his, is an example of this. What he gives life to doesn't have to be robotic, he just prefers that due to the ability to customize it easily. If he so wished, he could give a piece of cloth, or a stuffed animal sentience. For the first hours of a new soul's life, it has to live off of Gadget's spirit, though. After that it's life becomes it's own, but having too many souls relying on him at once can be extremely exhausting.

Description:

His left eye and left arm are cybernetic. Steel toed boots, and armor on his torso, knees, and shoulders. To the right of the picture is Whir.
Gadget has a mostly upbeat personality. He will always try his hardest to do what he believes is right. He loves the idea of the fearless hero type, who never lets evil tarnish his thoughts, and tries his hardest to be like that, even if he hasn't completely gotten the entire 'fearless' thing down. Still, his bravery is admirable for a race as squishy as his.

Bio: Gadget grew up most of his life not knowing his power. In order to compensate for his lack of apparent ability, he spent a lot of time researching and dabbling in technology. By the time he reached adulthood, he had trained himself to have great mechanical and technological prowess. Yet, he was still unsatisfied. His power had never become apparent to him. While his friends had the ability to become a Chib fireball soaring through the sky, or conjure up storms, he still had none of this. He was told that it didn't matter, that he already showed more than enough talent to keep up, but it still wasn't enough for him.

Deciding to reflect on everything he had done, Gadget went to his home to look at his own personal gallery of achievements. He knew he was good. Somewhere inside him was something that was trying to tell him "You don't need any more. You're already great." He didn't listen, of course. He picked up one of his first creations, the Whir Heli-Grapple. A simple device, yes, but he poured his heart and soul into it's creation. Into all of his creations. He could almost feel the life in the device.
And then he could entirely feel the life in the device. After staring at it, the propeller started whirring around. And then it spoke to him.
Gadget had found his power.
Gadget was finally happy.

He spent the next few years practicing his abilities on various old devices of his, and creating new devices simply to use his power on. There were a few... accidents involved, which resulted in his cybernetic implants. However, many of these sentient devices were popular around his world, and most of them were sold off soon after creation, but the Whir stayed with him. The two were essentially best friends. Nothing tore them apart.

Not even being pulled into a battle without any consent.

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Username: Lankie

Player name: Zeke

Race: Human

Gender: male

Post colour: #400080

Weapon/Equipment: Retractable blades from gauntlets and boots.

Abilities: Incredibly acrobatic and speedy. effectively like a ninja. ( I know, pretty cliche)

Description: Zeke is a tall man with a pale complexion, Black spikey hair and piercing green eyes. Wears a light blue t-shirt, dark green jacket and jeans. More importantly wears archaic metal Guantlets and boots, contained within them retractable blades which extend to 1.5 feet. He has a metal mask covering most of his mouth. Personality wise he is very calm and collected, a man of few words. Rarely shows any emotion.

Bio: Zeke grew up as an orphan in a small village. It was here up until he was 10 that he was trained in the art of ninjutsu. However when the small village refused to meet the demands of the Nelo Rose Empire, it was torched down by Alexander himself. Zeke tried to fight alexander one on one, however he was far too young and far too inexperienced, Alexander shruged off his attack effortlessly. Nevertheless he was intreaged by the small boys talent, he offered Zeke a place in his empire, where he could become 'more powerful than you could ever become here'. Zeke begrudgingly accepted and for 16 years Alexander trained him personally, becoming a fiece warrior. He is currently the 4th General of the Nelo Rose empire, Alexander sent Zeke to the battle royale so that he may become even stronger than before.

Under my classification, Alexander would have to be the Creator of your little world. Technically, you, Lankie, sent Zeke to the Battle. Hope that makes sense.
Other than that approved.

Username: Drakenforge.

Player name: Shogo Kawada Ragedude McThingface Mike Shaun

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Psot colour: Something like this.

Weapon/Equipment: Brought with him is a standard issue military shotgun (16 shells) and a Berretta (30 rounds)

Abilities: Vectors. A type of psychokinesis that unlocks the hidden potential of the human brain. With this unlocked potential, the use of near ghost like arms was given to an extremely small number of people.
These "arms" vibrate at an incredibly high frequency, allowing them to be able to cut through or break anything. They have a range of 2 meters, but can launch objects much further than that.
Only has 2 of them.
They can also work as a shield.


Description: Long, dark hair, red eyes, and a slim frame. Wears average dark clothes, slightly raggy. His personality is drawn back, unfriendly, and highly cautious. He finds everyone else as a risk to his life, and never hesitates to kill.


Bio: He grew up with his family, till they died. The people who looked after him died, the cops who interogated him died. Everyone dies, because he had killed them. It wasn't intentional, not in the beginning. These arms. They, they just started attacking everyone. Eventually I knew. They were protecting me. Nobody can betray me. I won't let them.

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