Single Thread RP The Terra

(Hello everybody! After much, much, muchmuchmuchmuch and very much procrastination, I have finally finished my character design for Terra at Xeuqing's request! Here's my lizard boi:
Name: Helviak
Nickname: Helk
Themes (optional): Copper and Gold, by Heavy Horses
Age: 24
Height: 6'1
Weight: 80kg
Gender: male
Species/Race: Lizardfolk
Appearance: green scaled skin, thick tail getting slimmer as it goes, a rough leather tunic, a bandana around his neck, hip scarf, snouted face, small frills in a mohawk going down his head and back, steel boots, an bicep bands on his left arm, and cloth trousers.
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Personality: Quite, compassionate, yet maybe a bit sadistic and bloodthirsty.
Equipment: Morning Star (chain mace/flail), saber.
Abilities: hard bite, underwater breathing, tracking.
Strengths: Hand to hand combat, melee weapons, living off the land, healing and being able to read and understand emotions.
Weaknesses: romance (he will never be able to function coherently if someone shows a little bit of flirtation), ranged weapons, firearms, technology, enclosed spaces.
Known backstory:
He was the son of a tribal scout and a healer when his tribe of Lizardfolk existed. When he became an adolescent, the chief's daughter assigned him to her personal guard. When he came of age, he was to become her personal servant and guardian, perhaps even consort. Yet, before anything could happen, his tribe lands were invaded by dark elves who saught their land which was rich in resources. He and the chief's daughter were the only survivors. He tried to protect her, but was critically injured, and the daughter was captured to be the living trophy of the nobleman who ordered the tribe's eradication. He held onto life, being baptized by the blood of his brothers and sisters who lie dead. He nearly bled out, but was rescued by three bounty hunters who invited him to join them.
He immediately tried to rescue the daughter, but by the time the gang reached the nobleman's mansion, they didn't find her but someone did tell them that she was rescued by a legendary thief and freedom fighter, with the help of a famous assassin. The daughter thinks she is the tribe's soul survivor, not knowing Helviak survives. He now joins the bounty hunters, wanting to keep others safe from what happened to his people. However, the more he and his gang kill, the more he craves violence, vengeance and blood.
Soul color: green. (Not tangible)
Extra: he enjoys mud fights, where people essentially throw clumps of mud or clay at each other and wrestle. He is a good wittler.
Fun facts (optional): he uses to wrestle with the chief's daughter in muddy banks to improve his campaign and teach her how to defend herself. He enjoys sci-fi books,and despite being friends with three of the most notorious gunslingers of his country, he doesn't like using guns.
Text identification: B38F84
I'm that one meme of a character being introduced in later seasons.)
 
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The Lihzahrd has been approved!
 
[8, 9-1 (prone)]
Maybe Ossea does get swept with a hand easily to the ground, but Harreket only manages to stomp her leg as she tries to back away. It definitely draws both her ire and her pain.
"Ow ow OWWWWW! :red:! :red:ing hell! Get off me!"
She holds her knife tight and goes for rapid series of stabs to Harreket's leg to make sure the 'viking' lets her go. [acc: 5, 4, 11; dmg: 2+2, 12+2, 13+2]
(3, 15, 18) The first cuts lightly into some flesh, but the subsequent blows bounce off of armor, all whilst he grinds his heel in harder.

“Drop yer’ knive n’ agree tah’ scamper off, n’ I won’t need to split yer’ head open.”

He stands still, foot showing no signs of budging.

It does seem there’s a mass of electricity coiling about one of his fists though, jumping and crackling across his armored gauntlet. That’s not ideal.


Arentine seems to have thrust his zweihander weakly into the ground, he’s pulled himself to his knees, wheezing quietly the entire time.

After a quick glance up, seeing Arentine is still in no shape to fight, Harreket calmly looks back down.

With inhuman reaction speed, Song straight up slices the two incoming bullets in two (D20: 17, 9), rushing in to maintain the pressure on Gerard himself.

<An eye in the back of his head!?>
<He's regenerating too...>


Song keeps up the pressure by slashing at Gerard's drawn revolver, trying to either disarm him or break the gun (D20: 15), before trying to drive her blade through Gerard's body again (D20: 15, 14).
(5, 7) Both blows seem to succeed, the revolver, oddly sturdy, is flung from his grasp, and the stab towards him goes entirely through him, almost easily so, like a hot knife in butter.

With a quiet, pained exhale, a thin line of blood dribbles from the side of his mouth.

Song may find it very, very difficulty to remove her blade from his torso, as if his body has wrapped fully around the blade, steaming as it presses against the blazing cutting edge, but holding firm regardless. More blood trickles from his mouth, and after a bit of a gagging cough, his nose. (16)

He calmly draws his other revolver, taking aim at point blank and firing once, aiming deliberately for the knees. (14)


“There’s still nothing stopping you from walking away.”


Suddenly, another phantom person interferes.
[???, ???, ???, ???, ???]Some dark energy starts swirling around Gerald, some of them raiding them.
The person then quickly gets to Xueqing, the latter standing up.
"You okay?!"
"Nope, ...but..."
Vergng herself seems to glow an astral cyan light, looking at Gerald.

The Knight narrows his eye on the Vantablack attackers.
"When the knife is running low, and the conflict starts to grow, and the people that you see, seem like misery..."

Cyan pretty much just slapped the bullet out of the way. [20]
Gerard can’t exactly focus on the array of things going on about him when he’s run through with a sword.
 
At sight, he sees a goat girl standing beside the stabbed girl, seemingly concerned.
Xueqing has already stood up, a newfound power flowing in her. There seems to be some winds whirling around her.
(well... Sorry for typo, but "vergng" was supposed to refer to Xueqing. typing on a nokia is hard.)

The dark matters then finally stops beating around the bush, as the goat stares at Gerald intently.
[Gerald 10,7,11, +2 acc]
Some form spikes, and thrusts themselves at him-
[Harraket 1,16,12, +2 acc] And it seems some spikes are aimed a bit off, targeting the one who's attacking the avali.

Xueqing stands there weakly, but something has changed it seems. [???/???]
She grabs the dark sword in front of her, and seems to be channeling astral force into it.

(Hard mode activated)
 
Ossea, frustrated... drops the knife, only to pull off the other, real welding gun.
With defiance she throws it at the groin (6, dmg:4), then grabs the knife again and goes for two leg slices trying to find arteries, getting quite desperate because of the foot's weight. (Acc: 9, 11 : Dmg: 13+2, 6+2)


In the meanwhile, the Bushi tries to cut Odeanther's head. Except... no, they end up dodging.
"Hmph. That was a flu- GGAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
This time, the Bushi gets hit by the pickaxe again. It splinters, but the Iaigiri drops as the arm ends up feeling world of pain.

[3<8> v 13 and 15<11> v 2 : Odeanther heavy hits, pickaxe splinters. Oracle disarmed.]

"Bree...?" The Umbreon that got here has no faintest clue about what is happening.
 
The knight turns back.
Suddenly, two black swords are shoved out of the ground and straight to the fighting two's asses. [Acc:f20, damage: f1, but it really hurts]
"What's going on?"
Ah, the weird comedy.
 
(5, 7) Both blows seem to succeed, the revolver, oddly sturdy, is flung from his grasp, and the stab towards him goes entirely through him, almost easily so, like a hot knife in butter.

With a quiet, pained exhale, a thin line of blood dribbles from the side of his mouth.

Song may find it very, very difficulty to remove her blade from his torso, as if his body has wrapped fully around the blade, steaming as it presses against the blazing cutting edge, but holding firm regardless. More blood trickles from his mouth, and after a bit of a gagging cough, his nose. (16)

He calmly draws his other revolver, taking aim at point blank and firing once, aiming deliberately for the knees. (14)


“There’s still nothing stopping you from walking away.”
Song lets go of her sword to move out of the way (D20: 15), barely dodging the bullet, before grabbing her sword again to attempt to wrestle her blade free, aiming to slice through Gerard's side to free her blade instead of pulling it out of Gerard's body (D20: 13).

"The same can be said of you."
 
The dark matters then finally stops beating around the bush, as the goat stares at Gerald intently.
[Gerald 10,7,11, +2 acc]
Some form spikes, and thrusts themselves at him-
(15, 3, 11) With his rapier still in his other hand, he hastily deflects two of the spikes with the slowly mending blade. One lodges into his hip, though he pays it no mind, too busy with Song.

Song lets go of her sword to move out of the way (D20: 15), barely dodging the bullet, before grabbing her sword again to attempt to wrestle her blade free, aiming to slice through Gerard's side to free her blade instead of pulling it out of Gerard's body (D20: 13).

"The same can be said of you."
(13) The slicing causes it to shift in his side, pulled a bit further out, but still not far enough.

"I'm sure you know what it's like to have obligations. Call your friends off. No matter what Arentine did for you, I can assure you he isn't worth your lives."

"You're fighting with the intent to kill so you can save a merciless killer. Is that really righteous to you?"

"Last chance. Really."

He doesn't seem to attack at all this time around, slotting his second revolver away, reaching his open hand out as the arm rapidly lengthens, deforming and stretching to grab his other lost revolver as it snaps back to its regular shape, the revolver being stowed.



[Harraket 1,16,12, +2 acc] And it seems some spikes are aimed a bit off, targeting the one who's attacking the avali.
(1, 6, 3) Not anticipating a hail of dark spikes, they stick firmly into his armor, one in the side of his helmet, one in his side, and another in his thigh guard. He just about stumbles free of the avali as a result.

Ossea, frustrated... drops the knife, only to pull off the other, real welding gun.
With defiance she throws it at the groin (6, dmg:4),
(9) Clank. Like Arentine, it seems he has waist guard beneath the armored waist-robe.

then grabs the knife again and goes for two leg slices trying to find arteries, getting quite desperate because of the foot's weight. (Acc: 9, 11 : Dmg: 13+2, 6+2)
(18, 18) Both blows bounce off of armor as well.

He aims his electrified hand at the welding gun, loosing a massive current with the intent to damage or destroy it. (3)

It's not exactly accurate, he's got a lot to worry about with three spikes lodged in him.


"Stay down, fer' yer' own good."

Ripping the spike from his leg, side, and helmet, he steps off of the avali, extending his hand towards his battleaxe, which wobbles for a moment before it rips from the earth, drawing to his hand. He finally steps off of the avali, turning to face Gerard, who clearly needs some aid.

"Do I ask about cola'tral, Guise?"


His glance towards Harreket is enough to tell the viking that he should.

He gives a grunt and nod, raising his hand to the side of his helmet, saying nothing.
 
The goat, overhearing Gerald's words, nudges Xueqing and whispers. "Is that true?"
Xueqing looks at the goat. "No clear indications since we've met; even if he was one he probably already changed for the better."
Then, she turns back at the crew and slowly walks near Gerald and Harraket, her steps unstable but somewhat steady. The dark sword, with the power channeled in it, has ascended in quality...
Her eyes seem to have locked on the two.
"Not very polite of you... to just bring away one whose side is ambiguous, huh?"
"You might see him as a serial killer, but we don't think so. At least most of us don't."

The knight is intrigued, though still focusing on the pal and the hunter.
 
Cyan seems nervous.

(we finna have a few bosses boxing)
 
[11 & 12]
Odeanther screams in pain. Oracle, however, makes the most drawn, about as if they were burnt by fire behind the back, scream possible, running about in pain, stepping on Ossea.
Who barely manages to sweep the gun away (8), only to, afterwards, feel the pain in her chest, almost as if her ribs broke.
"G-ghhhhhh...! :red:ing...." She still thinks it's Harreket, but it was Oracle unable to calm down. She's really winded and weakened. Probably not able to fight for now.
(7<15> vs 2 : OUCH. That will hurt.)
 
Seeing this, Xueqing shifts her gaze to Oracle, before unleashing a powerful slash with the ascended sword. "Dial it down!" [9, +3 acc, +3 pwr]

Then, she looks back at Gerald, and the latter can see disliking, seriousness and determination in her eyes.
 
(12) The blade grazes the Bushi's disabled arm, them, feeling threatened, sweeping low with its leg at Lin in turn while still running about in extreme pain. (7<8>)
 
(note: if applied as p.v.e., that should register a +10 in pwr.)
 
[Riversi 15, Xueqing 2] The goat summons a dark shield in time, preventing Xueqing from being hurt, the latter only realizing the situation.
Really annoyed, Xueqing just straight up faces Oracle.
"Can you just stop for a while?"
 
The pain, unbearable, makes the Oracle crash into Xueqing instead. (attack roll: 17)
Meanwhile, Odeanther tries to ignore pain, but fails, although not aggravating it further. (2)
 
[20, hallelujah] Xueqing sidesteps with a swirl, gracefully avoiding being bumped.
Then, sighing, she aims at Oracle's left leg and with the sword slashes down. [10, +3 acc, +3(p.v.p.)/+10(p.v.e.) pwr]
 
(What the heck is this!?)

(nat 1) It slices down... the neck!? The NECK!?
Well, to be fair, it's them swerving the wrong way, tripping and falling while neck was on sword's trajectory, which is definitely bad luck on the Oracle's part.

They're also bleeding out badly. And if that isn't enough, suffocating.
Odeanther, seeing this, doesn't believe this.
"...brought down by a pebble... is this what my arch-rival dies to... I mean... not complaining... about this... ugh."
They're in pain too, although they're trying to aid themselves. Now, with slight pain relief. (6)
 
*All the way to the West, on the beach of the land opens a portal. Out of said portal steps a reluctant lizardfolk, looking from the portal and to the new land. He glances back on last time, seemingly nervous. With a deep breath, he steps onto the sand, and the portal closes behind him. He is holding some kind of book, and he puts it away in his satchel so no one but him may touch it. He begins walking inland, hearing gunfire in the distance. With a sigh, he unwraps his Morning Star from his belt and slinging it over his shoulder as he walks into the forest.*
 
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