Make your favorite characters here and just chat it up or do the most random things possible. Due to the effects of the lounge characters have no limitations, they can fight, one dies and is ressurrected fully healed. In other words, take a look at the free god mode sign at the entrance. Characters can be from any era and have any desired ability. Places to visit. The bar- eat, drink, and pick up all those fat chicks that you think are incredibly hot. Tables- essentially like the bar, except there are no fat chicks there. Firing range- test your skills with whatever long range weapon you have. Arena- duel to the death, whoever lives is the winner and has bragging rights, whoever dies loses, but gets resurrected in the end. Quest chamber- make up some kind of quest for any kind of thing, the quest master will be the one to inspect your quests and see if they are worthy to take. Bestiary- log all of the things you have fought along your way through our lounge or world. Racetrack- all I need to say is, big cars make big vroomy noises. more will be updated if I think of anything. GM/Pubmaster- Deathblade15 AGM/barman/barmaid- Honorius You know the standard character template. name: age: gender: Height: Weight: Appearance: Personality: Background: Gears/weaponsno limitations) Magicks: (whatever you want, you've got it)
Name: Honorius, the son of Euclid, master of the Thebians (Or simply Honorius/Honorius of Thebes) Age: Couple hundred years or so. Maybe a thousand. Gender: Male Appearance: Classic Wizard; old, long beard, flowing robes. Personality: Prideful, Wise, Powerful. Background: Author of the Sworn Book of Honorius, a grimoire that was a compilation of all the knowledge of all the greatest mages of the time. The book was created to keep their knowledge alive and hidden from The Church who was persecuting them as heretics. Gears/weapons: The Sworn Book of Honorius. Magicks: Summoning Angles, Demons, Spirits, etc. Calling forth fire, lightning, storms, etc. Gathering animals, sealing spirits, changing the weather, make an invincible castle, become invisible, have power over every man, create 1000 armed men, a heck of a lot.
Name: Tim Age: 2112 years old (appears 28) Gender: Male Height: 5' 11" Weight: 186 Appearance: Black trenchcoat, black shirt, black cargo pants, black fingerless gloves, short black hair, brown eyes, beard stubble, scar over right cheek, black boots, silver necklace with family insignia Personality: quiet type, yet runs a social bar (I sense irony) Background: Born from demon and a mortal, became a demon hunter who's sword was possessed by a powerful demon named Aziral, was given by Aziral immortality to bear with his demonic traits. Father was of Nergal origins and so Nergal powers were passed on to him (to understand nergal powers read from this comic strip link and 4 pages ahead of that, or just read the entire comic http://grim.snafu-comics.com/index.php?comic_id=57) now runs a bar. Gears/weapons: duel double barrelled .357 magnums magically enhanced, demonic runic greatsword imbued with the powers of Aziral the Defiler. Magicks: Dark Strike, Dark Energy, Dark Telekinesis, Dark Shield, Dark Oblivion, Dark Pillar, Possession (becomes possessed by Aziral completely increasing intelligence and magick strengths and defences), Wrath of Nergal (imbues self with the power of Nergal, increases strength and dark magicks.) name:Sara age:2112 (appears 28) gender:Female Height:5' 9" Weight:145 Appearance:Wears boots, jeans, a t-shirt, and sunglasses. Has long silver hair with white streaks, kept up in a ponytail, eyes are a mysterious golden colored, she is young and very beautiful. Personality: Sara is always a caring person and the exact opposite of her brother Tim, even though her anger is much more frightful than Tim's. Usually beats Tim up, because she considers him immature. She tends the wounded and diseased, whenever in battle she is fierce and merciless. Background: The sister of Tim, worked with Tim as a demon hunter and has experienced many battles throughout the ages with her brother. She is also part daemon, but is more human like than her brother is. Lost her brother about 10 years before the present time and has been looking for him ever since. Gears/weapons: carries a staff that when a button is pressed on it, it becomes an adamantium lance. Carries medical supplies on her. Magicks: Healing touch, blinding light, cure, dispel, protect, shell, reflect, holy lance, holy light, flare.
name: Lagomorph age: Who knows? gender: Undefined Height: 6" (3' while mutated) Weight: 3lb (200lb while mutated) Appearance: While unmutated, Lagomorph is a seemingly normal though irresistibly cute and fluffy bunny rabbit. When mutated, its head grows to monstrous proportions, it gains huge, very sharp teeth, and its eyes glow a bright crimson. Personality: Lagomorph is highly aggressive and will attempt to devour nearly anyone he does not know. He likes being scratched behind the ears, carrots, and long walks on the beach. Background:The origins of Lagomorph are mysterious and shrouded in mystery, though its almost undeniable that he is not from this universe. Gears/weapons: Extreme cuteness unmutated, huge teeth and near-invulnerability while mutated.
The lounge hustles and bustles with the din of its patrons, who are either relaxing comfortably on the latest of lounge-chair technology, chatting/boasting/gossiping with friends, acquaintances, and/or complete strangers, or attending the lounge's many other entertainments. Above a dark, dingy wooden hole to the left a neon sign flickers "Bar." Mirthful laughter, creaking floorboards and furniture, and a strange combination of horrendous and delicious smells waft out into the front of the main lounge. Farther down from the bar an arching doorway leads into a virtual-reality room where one can attune his blasting/archery/magic/bunny chucking skills in whatever environment one wishes, and without the danger of giant laser holes in the forehead. On the opposite end of the main lounge is a large, flashy entrance with electronic scoreboards covering the walls around it with a small crowd milling about in front of them. Above the entrance in glowing, well-maintained letters the word "Arena" beams boldly for all to see. To the right of the Arena is an archway decorated with wild animals and strange beasts, with the letters "Bestiary" hanging above it in stone. Directly to the right is a metal, red-and-white striped archway with two decorative wheels on either side and two checkered flags crossed above it, with "Racetrack" in slanted, animated letters above it. The center of the main lounge is dotted with coffee tables, TVs, gaming devices, and the all-important butt caressers which one spends so much time sitting upon. In front of the lounge's gleaming entrance (outfitted to allow travelers from all known universes, professions, modes of transportation, races, substances, wave-forms, classes, magic-types, destructive-potentials, necessities for secrecy, necessities for publicity, mana limits, health-points, sizes, comprehensibility, intelligence, offensiveness, defensiveness, firepower, dependencies, inconsistencies, and fear of bunnies) are various billboards, both electronic and thumb-tack, on which are hundreds of quests and announcements for anyone interested.
name: Demosthenes age: Considering time only exists for humans to organize events and such, she could be four years old, she could be five hundred years old. It's all relative. =D Oh, right, getting to the point. It doesn't really matter what her age is. gender: Female Height: 20 inches (In preferred form.) Weight: 14lbs Appearance: Shapeshifter, baby. (So, I recently read X-men. Mystique, man.) So, her appearance is constantly changing. She prefers to waddle around in the form of a skunk. Personality: A witty smart-ass. Loquacious. Enjoys pizza (with a passion), alcohol (spends a lot of time in bar), skunks (shocking, really...), and bard-talk. A vigilante. Background: Does not remember childhood. Just woke-up one day in a park in the form of a skunk. T'was her first form, thus she feels most comfortable with that one. Through experimentation, the form changing factor developed. On one of her random acts of lunacy, she barged into a sword shop owned by a man named Pharis, and stole a katana. Gears/weapons: Katana, good with hand-to-hand combat. Magicks: Shapeshifting, ageless, agility.
A small skunk waddled toward the bar. Peering through the hole, she noticed how relatively empty the bar was. Apart from a few 'wide-girthed' women, and elderly men, there was no one there. With a disappointed sigh, the skunk morphed into what appeared to be a middle-aged man, strongly resembling Clint Eastwood. She groaned, flashed a glare at the dimly lit room, and made her way towards a darkly clad man who seemed to be serving the drinks. She ordered a scotch and gave the bar another once-over. No attractive women or men. An exasperated sigh escaped her lips as she waited for someone interesting to enter. Anyone.
Just as she did so, she noticed a small, incredibly cute and fluffy little bunny grooming itself in a 4' by 4' cage with bars far too thick for such a small animal. A make-shift warning sign made of a piece of paper nailed to a wooden plank read, "DO NOT TOUCH."
This most adorable creature in such a cage piqued her interest. She approached the cage with caution, examining the bar with her peripheral vision. Obviously, that sign was there for a reason. Her face was mere centimeters away from the cage. She looked into the adorable bunny's eyes and couldn't help but sympathize. T'was a dilemma, indeed. On the one hand, the sign read 'DO NOT TOUCH'. On the other hand, it was SO CUTE. "Oh, what the hell..." she muttered. She picked up the key that lay beside the cage and slowly inserted it in the keyhole. With a twist and a click, she unlocked the cage opening.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!? CAN YOU NOT READ THE SIGN!?!" A bar attendant suddenly slammed his full weigh onto the cage door and attempted to wrestle the key out of Demosthenes hand. Milliseconds afterward two sets of gigantic teeth closed around the bars and embedded themselves deep into the attendant's flesh, attempting to yank him in through the bars. He screamed in pain and attempted in vain to shove off the giant maw with his right hand (as his left was now nothing more then a bloody mess). "DON'T JUST STAND THERE!! DO SOMETHING!!!"
Demosthenes stood there, mildly startled by the situation at hand. Did that bunny just BITE that man's hand with its FANGS? She unsheathed her katana and poked forcefully at the bunny in the nose/mouth area, trying very hard not to hurt the man. (Though obviously it's really hard to control a sword when you have a thrashing bunny and a panicked bar attendant.)
Tim was in the back as usual, taking a smoking break, it wasn't uncommon for him to such a thing, being the pubmaster was somewhat stressful, then again, being a part time mercenary for hire, a dark lord, and 3/4 demon didn't help either. He heard some shouting and a large crash, then a scream. Someone touched the bunny cage again. He got up and slammed open the door, crimson eyes burning shot over to the thrashing site. He walked over, and approached the cage nonchalantly, his eyes glared at the rabbit, a demonic booming voice sounded over the situation, "Lagomorph, heel!" All was silent.
Lagomorph released its prize, letting the attendant fall to the ground as a human-sized chunk of bloody, barely-living swiss cheese. It then lowered its ears and backed up to the other side of the cage, snarling and bearing gory teeth.
Demosthenes took this temporary moment of silence and shock to quickly lock the cage before the THING could escape. She turned to the pubmaster, who seemed to have some sort of odd control over the creature. "Sorry for the disturbance. 'Least I spared you the chore of firing the guy. Hope you're not low on staff, or anything," she said to Tim with slight shame. "Say, what's the deal with hell's spawn in fuzzball form over there? Some sort of weird pet?"
Tim continued to glare at the rabbit, he returned the growl with a low one of his own accord, his eyes flaring a deep crimson "I've told you not to eat any of the staff, since you've already had dinner, you won't be recieving any from me." He flicked his hand, the cage closed and the lock clicked shut "Sorry for the disturbance. 'Least I spared you the chore of firing the guy. Hope you're not low on staff, or anythings," she said to Tim with slight shame. "Say, what's the deal with hell's spawn in fuzzball form over there? Some sort of weird pet?" He turned to the person who had opened the cage and he swiped the key from him, "Next time, read the sign," he said pointing to the cage, he turned his head "cleaner bot!" A large robot came into the room and started to pick up the bloody pile of flesh, bone, and blood on the floor, Tim turned his attention back to the person, "Congradulations, you've just been hired on my staff, to replace the bloody flesh on the floor, you start now, get in the back for orientation and your training."
Lagomorph replied with a threatening chop of its mouth, returned to its former, irresistibly cute self, and went back to grooming itself.
"Oy, WHAT? B-but... it... wasn't mutant before! I swear, it was this... this... adorable, little, fluffy... WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE LIKE THAT, ANYWAY?" Demosthenes glowered at the rabbit, who was now back to being the cute fluffball. "Whatever. The back, eh?" She sighed and morphed into an attractive, seemingly Hispanic female. "Figure this is more suiting to attract customers." Rolling her eyes, she shuffled to the back.
He was stuttering, and Tim cared not, he moved towards the back, interestingly enough something did catch his attention, the man's voice changed into a female voice, he turned to see a hispanic woman replacing the man. "Whatever. The back, eh? Figure this is more suiting to attract customers." He raised an eye, a shapeshifter, quite rare, especially one showing its appearance in this spiral of the galaxy. For now he/she was an it until he figured out the gender and the original appearance. He thought to himself, "you're deceptive, I admire that, you may have other uses to me." He proceeded into the dark back room, it followed behind her, he turned around. "To begin off, I'm Tim, owner of this establishment and of another small business for... tracking. You may only refer to me as boss, now here's your questions," he didn't waste time in such small talk as this, "name, gender, abilities, and can you handle yourself to fight off assailants/guards/mutants/daemons/dark lords/templars/advanced warriors/demonically mutated pets?"
"Tim, eh? Like tin, but... with an m. Oh, sorry, boss." She quickly changed her position from a casual slouch to a salute. "Name, Demosthenes, sir! I'm technically a girl, sir! I can shapeshift, and handle my katanas somewhat skillfully, but I've never had any formal training, and I'm skilled in hand-to-hand combat, sir! Assailants, guards, mutants, daemons, dark lords, templars, and warriors've got nothin' on me, sir! If by pets, you mean seemingly innocent, but incredibly vicious fuzzballs, then I've never really encountered one before today, so I don't know, sir!" She dropped her salute and smirked. "Would it be out of line to ask of your abilities and whether you've encountered such beings, sir?!"
"Looks like the Lagomorph got out again..." I say to myself out loud after hearing the death cry of one of my subordinates from the front of the bar. Then I hear Tim talking to a middle aged man... no, a young woman; sounds like she's taking the dead man's job. I ought to go introduce myself, of course... that'd mean i'd have to actually get up. I was having so much fun re-orchestrating the course of history in an alternate dimension, this time it was going to be the pope who got banished from the face of the earth. Oh well, I'll have to come back to it later. "You're working in a bar, not the military. Plus you're in the presence of two of the greatest sorcerers of all time. You should be bowing, not saluting. Tim here is the pub master here but I'm the head bartender, Honorius of Thebes, one of the greatest mages of all time." Something's odd about this girl though, her life force is in a constant tumult; she's a shape shifter. "Welcome to 'The Bar'"
"My apologies, oh great one, will make note of showing some respect to the surprisingly colloquial old man and Mr. Monochromatic over there." She made an exaggerated bow and winked at Honorius of Thebes. She knew that messing with him would only get her in trouble, he didn't look like an idiot. All the same... "Now, about that training, uhh... where shall I start, Mr.Honorius-boss-sir?" She took a pause to think about what she really wanted to say. "I'm sorry, what should I call you? Or are you happy with 'surprisingly colloquial old man'?"
Tim raised an eye again, was she like this always? Or was this the personality of her form? It was difficult to tell with most shapeshifters, though once he noticed a pattern he would be able to tell. "I'm not a fan of formalities, call him whatever he tells you to, I just prefer being boss. As for your training, you begin out front as a waitress. Here's all you need to know, smile, hold a tray in one hand, and don't piss off the customers because you happened to drop food all over them."
