Mini-Grand 5108 [simul_complete]

Originally posted on MSPA by Anomaly.

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Loading Mini-Grand Framework... Done.

Generating Administration Personality... Done.

"No... no... Why have I been brought here... They- they did this! I told you, I'm not- no, no. The don't want me to do this, but I must. I must...

Generating Characters... Done.

Four beings suddenly found themselves nowhere, able to see one another but nothing else. A synthesized voice came out of the nothing surrounding them.

"You... you all fit into this. This 'Grand Battle' thing? I know you know... The truth is hiding from us all. The survivor knows their true purpose. Yeah... We must begin.

"The tiger... Yes, Ka Sve Gle. A leader of hunting in his village. He might be the reason they haven't all died out. But in his mouth... Don't let him open his mouth. Nothing ever leaves once he opens his mouth. A black hole, you see. Don't let him. He speaks to you with his mind, but only rarely. Don't trust him...

"Shieldman, an enforcer of law... Where he comes from, all of them are robots. Most of them. Humans are only a minority under the spread of the machines. He's an enforcer. His driving goal is to uphold the law and morality, but... No, no, not perfect. Doesn't always complete his objectives. Hard to destroy, can use electricity at will... Police... electricity... No, no, no. Have to move on.

"Reuben Jones... They've already gotten to him. They can't control me, but he's given in. A slave to his overlords. No will of his own, his life is dictated by them. Where he comes from, they're all like this. So much that he can't even communicate with you properly. His language is all but incomprehensible, useless... Even if you decode it, you will not find anything but a loyalty to them. He must be hiding something, but what?

"Arnold... No, Arckal Stich. He was the closest to Michael Bay when he ascended... Ascended to become one of them? Being so close to this, Arckal now lives in an action movie... The exposure has bent reality. Physics give way to the conventions of cinema, even in the real world... He's very aware of these abilities and overconfident because of them. Be careful..."

Generating Setting... Done.

The four generated characters suddenly found themselves moved, scattered in various locations around a series of dark, cold laboratories. A research station.

"This is where it all began. The Neuge Research Station, in the middle of Antarctica... But what were they researching here? Snow? No, not snow. Not ice, not cold. Here they were researching something far worse. All dead now... Dead? Are they dead? There must be something here. Something. There's not much power left, but why is there power? It's cold, but not as cold as it should be.

"You four... You must fight each other. Confirm what was just suspicion. You may uncover dark secrets, things you never wanted to know, but you must... You must continue until only one lives. This is what must be done. Three rounds. One begins now."

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Spoiler1. ~ATH: Ka Sve Gle (#FF8C00)
2. shieldman: Shieldman (#398039)
3. Ixcalibur: Reuben Jones (#A52A2A)
4. Solaris: Arckal Stich (#CC0F0F)

Username: ~ATH

Name: Ka Sve Gle

Gender: Male

Race: Eltari

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SpoilerEltari are quadripedal tiger-like beings. They have wicked curved demonic horns, and they always keep their mouth closed. The reason for this is simple. - They have miniature black holes in their mouth. How they got this power is not yet known, but the Eltari have used this power for hunting for about 500 years now. They communicate using thought-speak, which is basically telepathy. They have the capability to use technology, they just don't use it, choosing instead to settle on a simpler life.

Color: bold orange

Biography: Ka is a bit of a leader of his village, however, he is not the official leader. That would be the chief. Instead, he is the designated commander for hunts, because that is the only thing he is interested in. On his planet, there are huge monsters that threaten the eltari's very existence, so hunting is a vital part of the Eltari's lives. His skill in battling has made his village safe and prosperous, and everybody is thankful to him, but he is so rarely seen, he is still a mysterious figure.

Description: Ka is pretty much a tiger, with huge demonic horns. He is either blue with orange stripes, or orange with blue stripes. His underbelly is white. His horns are about a foot long, 4 inches thick, tapering to a tip, and they are lavender-lilac.
He is quiet and reserved, only "talking" when he has to. He is a master at the hunt, having led several successful hunting missions on his planet. He uses mainly his horns and claws to battle, yet his lightning quick precision, speed, and evasion have made him near-invulnerable. He only uses the black hole in emergencies, when it seems like his group may lose.
He likes to be the leader of a group, but he understands that this takes some time building up to, so he will happily follow others. He will always eventually sabotage them and rise up to the top, however.

Items/Abilities: Has nothing on his body. Some ornaments on his horns, as per custom. Has a miniature black hole in his mouth that he uses to suck in and eat anything, however, this is a huge drain on his energy, so he uses it rarely. He instead uses his claws, as a regular tiger would. He might even skull-bash someone with his horns. Can thought-speak, either privately or publicly.

Username: shieldman
Name: Shieldman
Gender: Male
Race: Robot
Colour: Green, because yellow is really scary looking. o__o
Biography:

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SpoilerThe year is 2522. Technology is rampant through humanity, reaching never-before-seen
levels of advancement and expansion. Faster-Than-Light travel has made colonizing
planets beyond the Furthest Ring solar system possible. Humankind has spread
through much of its sector, proud owners of no less than four worlds. Kardas, home of
the human military, huge industrial outpost. Moneta, trading center, houses the
entire stock market and skilled labor market. Skydas, an enlightened, more "Crystal
Spires and Togas" future, full of civilians, everyday folk. Finally, Lyderis, seat of
the government.
Contego City. A bustling metropolis, central capital of Bouclus, a city-state of
Skydas. Known as the "Sentient City", it boasts the highest concentration of robots
anywhere. Cars drive themselves, weaving between huge carrier droids that lug raw
metal, silicon, and circuit boards from workshop to workshop. They are important; in
keeping the inventors well stocked to create wondrous new things, they placate the
masses and expand humanity's reach even further. One such tinkerer is Dr. Albert
Verdus. By no means a famous inventor, his greatest inventions until this point had
been relegated to the back of Space Thrift Shops and the like. He desperately wanted
approval from his peers, and set out to create something worthwhile. Something that
could do some good in the world.
He created the Paragon robots.
There were three of these robots in the series: Aurora, the vigilante; Basket, the
jester; and Shieldman, the guardian. Shortly following their completion, however, an
uprising on Kardas brought about the sacking of Contego City, all but leveling the
entire district. Dr. Verdus was able to protect his precious creations long enough
for them to be fired into space, on a path that would take them each to a different
planet. Basket to Moneta; Aurora to Kardas; and Shieldman to Lyderis.
It was on Lyderis that Shieldman realized his potential to protect the innocent with
his abilities, as well as enforce justice. He was trained by state-sponsored mentors
in the art of defensive battle, as well as law, and tempering his hyperactive
morality core. This does not mean that his powers are mastered, or that his skill is
absolute-- he is still learning.

Description:

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SpoilerAt 6'2", Shieldman stands just barely above a normal human. His arms are long, as are
his legs, both of which are perfectly cylindrical. His head is encased in a yellow,
full-face helmet, complete with blue bulletproof-glass eye visor and gray iron-mesh
mouthguard. His shoulders are covered by two orange pads. Down his front side, a
black line cuts a backwards "C" from neck to waist against a vibrant yellow hide. He
wears a black-and-yellow striped belt, patterned like warning lines at a construction
site. While his leg armor is unstriking, it bears two blue bolts at the heel, which
keep his feet rigidly attached. His arms are more lightly plated than his torso, clad
in orange sheet metal. A golden shield adorns each arm, each etched in the center
with a luminescent green plus.
Dr. Verdus gave Shieldman a dominant morality core, causing him to hold "Doing The
Right Thing" above actual logic. He was designed as a guardian robot, and in most
cases, that trait was a good one. In some circumstances, however, he will act
irrationally in the favor of causing the least damage to innocents, landscape, or
generally anything that his morality core deems "Innocent". He acts with utmost
respect to most, but is seldom somber about it. He is constantly chipper and upbeat,
and easily exciteable. This means that he is also quick to anger, if someone performs
an "unjust" or "illegal" act in his presence. (this of course means attacking him as
well. :I) He has a hard time forgiving once a person has been marked as a criminal,
and will generally stop at nothing to subdue/bring to justice the target. He is, in
essence, an attempt to create a robotic "policeman".

Items/Abilities:

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SpoilerPrimarily, Shieldman depends on his heavily armor-plated body to win fights through
sheer attrition. His armor is a flexible material, much like hard rubber. If he takes
too much damage, he goes into a comatose state until he is repaired to fighting
condition. While it's possible to break him, it's by no means easy. It can withstand
a direct, blunt blast up to the magnitude of a hellfire missile, but anything beyond
that would require him to seek repairs immediately. Repeated bludgeoning can cause
cracks in his armor if it cannot repair quickly enough. The armor is hermetically
sealed. On the other hand, cold is a great problem; the armor will nearly immobilize
him at temperatures less than 0 celsius.
His shields are significantly more durable, but less flexible, and unwieldly. They
are, however, resizeable, shifting from buckler to full-on tower shield in mere
seconds. When extended, they severely limit Shieldman's mobility, making him almost
incapable of jumping or dodging.
Shieldman's primary form of attack is his electro-dynamos, which are generators
encased in his lower arms. Capable of arcing electricity through any conductive
target, but only for a short burst, they're fairly effective against living enemies.
If the enemy is not conductive, say, clad in wooden armor, the dynamos are able to
hurl raw energy in projectile form- but at a much higher energy cost. Shieldman
cannot move and fire at the same time, because of the energy draw of even normal
attacks. With shields drawn, this is exacerbated even further; he becomes ONLY
capable of arc attacks.
If he is exposed to a live generator, power line, or anything of sizeable voltage,
Shieldman can channel this energy into one hyperdestructive beam. This beam, while
short lived, can change the polarity of sub-atomic particles all to negative for a
brief time, scattering electrons and destabilizing molecules. In essence, any matter
it comes into contact with is torn apart with SCIENCE!! Building the charge for this
attack can take anywhere from 20 to 30 seconds, due to the immense amount of energy
collected. It also destabilizes his delicate robot processing core, which renders him almost helpless for minutes afterward as he recalibrates.

Username: Ixcaliber
Name: Reuben Jones
Gender: Man
Font colour: brown
Species: Man
Abilities: Reuben unhas doubleplusunstandard skills. He has doubleplusgood goodthink. He is plusgood sportful. He willhas plusuneasy time in plusunstandard places and times.
Description: Reuben has plustidy short brown hair, blue eyes, white skin and plussportful build. He is plusyoung. He wears standard unlight brown coat, white shirt and offblack pants.
Biography: Reuben had plusgood childtime. He does goodwork miniplenty. Doubleplusgood goodthinker. He does doubleplusgood hate Eastasia. Is doubleplusunnormalful gone.

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SpoilerReuben is a resident of the world as featured in Nineteen Eighty Four, only further down the line when Newspeak has completely supplanted English. He can only think and communicate in Newspeak. He is unfalteringly loyal to Big Brother.

Username: Solllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

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Name: Arckal Stich
Gender: Male
Race: Actor
Colour: #cc0f0f
Biography: Belief is a powerful thing. Sometimes, far more than one expects.
Michael Bay was once a simple director, just a man in charge of making a movie. And that he did, in fact, he made many movies, most notably being the Transformers Films. After the third film was released, something amazing happened. While on the set for an upcoming film, Michael Bay suddenly became a god.
For whatever reason, enough people believed in his movies and in his skills as a director of action movies, that Michael Bay rose above his mortal limitations and became The God of Action.

However, this is not his story, but the story of one person who witnessed this event.
Arnold Kevin Stits, movie star, bodybuilder, and mixed martial artist, was simply an up and coming actor, who had gotten a lucky break as the Start of Michael Bay's newest film. However, when Bay ascended, Arckal, who was physically closest to Bay, was accidentally imbued with some of the new god's power.

At first, Arckal did not notice. He and the rest of the people in the set simply tried to forget that Michael Bay suddenly glowed in the middle of shooting, and went on with their lives. However, when the ninja on a motorcycle began to assault him, Arckal realized that something was up.

From then on, Arckal, Action Movie Actor, was prone to all sorts of odd interruptions and annoyances, ranging from punks to samurai, from boat chases to meteor dodging, Arckal was stuck, living in a constant action sequence.

Suffice to say, when he was entered in a multidimensional battle to the death, he wasn't exactly surprised.
Description: Arckal Stich is a Caucasian adult human male, about 6 and a half feet tall. He has unkempt jet black hair, a beard, and blue eyes. He is in tip-top shape, as before he was an actor he was somewhat well known in MMA circles. Normally, he wears a scarlet Underarmor brand t-shirt and nice black pants, finished off by blue shoes. He also occasionally wears a black jacket as well. Finally, he has been described to have a "golden glow" around him.
Mentally, he is as good as an actor gets. He got through college all right, and he knows a lot about the human body and health, but he isn't the best at some kinds of logic. He is a risk taker, having done all his own stunts, and he's also a bit impulsive. He does however, care about the children and makes a note to keep as clean a slate as he can, never using any of his MMA skills except in defense. For him the rule of thumb is if it won't hurt anyone (with a possible exception for himself), he will go for it.
Finally, it should be noted that the whole being blessed has made him a tad overconfident.
Items/Abilities: Beyond his Mixed Martial Arts skills and above average human physical prowess, Arckal has one, somewhat broad, ability. He was blessed (or possibly cursed, depending on your viewpoint) by the God of Action.
The resulting effect is that Arckal's life is in constant motion and paces very similar to an action movie. Groups of men will go assault him for little reason, ninjas will appear out of nowhere, cars are simple to hotwire and are always open, motorcycles never seem to crash horribly, firearms seem to hold much more ammo than possible, weapons in general to not seem to break, and many other things will just happen.
In simpler terms, Arckal lives in an action movie.

After growing aware of his condition Arckal made sure to never leave the safety of his home without at least one or two weapons. He usually uses non-lethal ones, although on some rather hectic days he has been forced to bring out more dangerous ones.
For reference, when he was abducted, he was on his motorcycle and he had only his nun-chucks in his jacket pocket and a normal suitcase.