Theme – Exciting Battle
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Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Hyperorganism
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
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Physical Description: Terrus is a pale-skinned, pale-eyed humanoid (he’s really a shapeshifting alien) wearing a jacket (but no shirt) and camo pants.
Personality: Terrus has absolutely no concept of sarcasm or other subtleties in the English language. He can certainly speak it but doesn’t really understand it, leading to an incredibly honest and naïve personality.
History: Terrus comes from a species of reality warpers, but after one nearly destroyed the entire species by accident while trying to rewrite reality, he lost most of his memory, crash-landed on earth, and joined the White Platoon, seeing as how he had no other real goal in life. Learning basic concepts of morality through law books, Terrus became familiar, if not fluent, with concepts such as right and wrong. After the White Platoon disbanded he did his best to act as a solo guardian of the land wherever he could.
Equipment: Terrus carries a spear, but it’s more ceremonial than anything.
Abilities: Terrus is a shapeshifter, capable of transforming into anything he remembers well or can immediately see. When transforming he also copies the abilities of those he has shapeshifted into.
Other: Even if Terrus were to remember he was a reality warper it’s unlikely he’d use those powers, haven forgotten the exact shapes in which he needs to shift to use them.
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Terrus
This is a brief overview. It is not a view from above of his underpants.
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a character in “Fusion Fantasy Neo”, originally authored by Alexander von Koopa, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
So begins...
Terrus's Story
"Neither can I," said Terrus. "He had several other swords with him. But that one in particular belongs to a friend of mine."
"Hmmm..." Come to think of it, Red might have seen a sword of a similar material to this shard...likely because its wielder has been long talked about.
Terrus catches the shard.
"Thank you," said Terrus.
SWORD GET!
"We should be getting back now..." began Terrus.
Terrus then noticed Duma panting heavily, not used to such prolonged periods of fast movement.
"But, of course," said Terrus. "We can always stay and relax for a little while."
"Thank you," said Terrus.
SWORD GET!
"We should be getting back now..." began Terrus.
Terrus then noticed Duma panting heavily, not used to such prolonged periods of fast movement.
"But, of course," said Terrus. "We can always stay and relax for a little while."
"You are welcome to come to Nikko Village for some rest and relaxation." Sarina said to Terrus, Duma, and Abraham, "I'm sure you guys will love it there."
"I believe we will," said Terrus. "Thank you for the offer."
Abraham goes back into the generator on Duma's side as she and Terrus head to Nikko Village.
Abraham goes back into the generator on Duma's side as she and Terrus head to Nikko Village.
The setting changes from Nikko Island to Nikko Village
Terrus and Duma arrive on the beach of Nikko Island, the latter settling down for a nice nap while the former sits down beside her.
As Duma falls asleep, she dreams of her past...
She was held against her will. Bound by iron chains and strange, whirring machines, placed in front of cameras and displayed like a common animal. Next to her was a tall man - thin, gaunt, black hair, but one eye a different color than the other. Speaking into the cameras.
"... been busy," she heard. "First arms, now legs... nothing's safe from you, is it? But soon, you will learn. You cannot simply expect to keep breaking the limbs of everyone you come across and hope there are no consequences. You hurt my child. Now I hurt yours."
The man turned to his side and nodded. She couldn't see what he was nodding to. All she could feel was the whirring of chains, pulling at her legs, yanking them to the side... and far beyond her normal range of movement. It was pain. She was made to move. Why couldn't she? Why was she there helpless?
"Now, unlike you, I have some medical knowledge, thanks to some friends of mine," continued the man. "You see, after a bone is moved..."
The man picked up a sledgehammer and walked over to Duma, stopping by her leg.
"It needs to be set!"
The man swung his sledgehammer for Duma...
Duma woke up breathing heavily, not quite aware that she was dreaming. Terrus hurries over to her and puts a hand on her.
"Are you all right?" asked Terrus.
She was held against her will. Bound by iron chains and strange, whirring machines, placed in front of cameras and displayed like a common animal. Next to her was a tall man - thin, gaunt, black hair, but one eye a different color than the other. Speaking into the cameras.
"... been busy," she heard. "First arms, now legs... nothing's safe from you, is it? But soon, you will learn. You cannot simply expect to keep breaking the limbs of everyone you come across and hope there are no consequences. You hurt my child. Now I hurt yours."
The man turned to his side and nodded. She couldn't see what he was nodding to. All she could feel was the whirring of chains, pulling at her legs, yanking them to the side... and far beyond her normal range of movement. It was pain. She was made to move. Why couldn't she? Why was she there helpless?
"Now, unlike you, I have some medical knowledge, thanks to some friends of mine," continued the man. "You see, after a bone is moved..."
The man picked up a sledgehammer and walked over to Duma, stopping by her leg.
"It needs to be set!"
The man swung his sledgehammer for Duma...
Duma woke up breathing heavily, not quite aware that she was dreaming. Terrus hurries over to her and puts a hand on her.
"Are you all right?" asked Terrus.
Elsewhere, a debatably-sized object slowly washes up somewhere along the beach's coast, bobbing lazily as it hits the shore. Judging by the many barnacles and few strings of seaweed stuck to it, it's safe to say it has been out in the sea for a decent amount of time.
Duma nods her head briefly before stopping and sniffing the air.
"Do you want to head off for Alex now?" asked Terrus.
Duma shakes her head, following the scent out to the beach, where she comes across the strange object. Terrus follows her out and stares confused at the object while Duma gets close to smell it better.
"Do you want to head off for Alex now?" asked Terrus.
Duma shakes her head, following the scent out to the beach, where she comes across the strange object. Terrus follows her out and stares confused at the object while Duma gets close to smell it better.
The object carries the unpleasant smell of corroded, rusted metal and seawater, although little else can be told of what it is, or used to be, with all the barnacles and seaweed covering it. It suddenly sparks, however, as a tiny, spooked crab runs out of one of several gaping breaches lining said object, so it's easy to believe that whatever it was, it used to be some sort of machine, at one point.
"I believe this was a machine at one point," said Terrus. "Duma, step back. It may reactivate."
Duma steps back as Terrus pokes the strange machine with his spear.
Duma steps back as Terrus pokes the strange machine with his spear.
When Terrus' spear makes contact with the machine, it sparks once more, steam hissing as the machine stirs; a gruff, yet broken and heavily computerized voice speaking up amidst whirring noises and clicks.
"Fatal er-r-r-ror detected; beginning-ing-ing system reboot... reboot successful; run-un-unning diagnostics.." the computerized voice stutters. "..Diagnostics inconclus-s-s-sive; massive hull-ull-ull damage present; data matr-r-r-rix compromised... Running emergency repairs.."
The machine soon starts venting a weird, sparkling green mist which quickly surrounds it, eating away the seaweed and barnacles, slowly revealing the machine as the badly damaged upper torso of what was once Ripsaw (although Duma and Terrus are unlikely to recognize him). The smell of rust and seawater eventually starts to disappear, too, as he presumably repairs himself with said mist - the gaping breaches eventually closing over, and most of his limbs and lower torso 'growing' back.
Soon enough, Ripsaw stands upright, the hulking machine's glass eyes blinking for a bit before staring at Terrus and Duma, as if he had just noticed the two of them.
"..Who arrre you two?" Ripsaw bellowed before looking around, rather concerned. "..Morrre imporrrtantly, wherrre am I?"
"Fatal er-r-r-ror detected; beginning-ing-ing system reboot... reboot successful; run-un-unning diagnostics.." the computerized voice stutters. "..Diagnostics inconclus-s-s-sive; massive hull-ull-ull damage present; data matr-r-r-rix compromised... Running emergency repairs.."
The machine soon starts venting a weird, sparkling green mist which quickly surrounds it, eating away the seaweed and barnacles, slowly revealing the machine as the badly damaged upper torso of what was once Ripsaw (although Duma and Terrus are unlikely to recognize him). The smell of rust and seawater eventually starts to disappear, too, as he presumably repairs himself with said mist - the gaping breaches eventually closing over, and most of his limbs and lower torso 'growing' back.
Soon enough, Ripsaw stands upright, the hulking machine's glass eyes blinking for a bit before staring at Terrus and Duma, as if he had just noticed the two of them.
"..Who arrre you two?" Ripsaw bellowed before looking around, rather concerned. "..Morrre imporrrtantly, wherrre am I?"
Ripsaw pauses before saying anything more, a keypad and tiny screen folding out on one of his wrists, upon which he starts typing into, various things flashing across the screen rather quickly while this goes on.
"I respond to the operrrating designation, Ripsaw. Anything else beyond that is.. inconsssequential, and mostly defunct now," he eventually resumed, choosing his words carefully as his voice started to sound rather deflated, the keypad and screen folding away in the meantime. "..I presssume it wasss you two, who managed to rrreactivate me?"
"I respond to the operrrating designation, Ripsaw. Anything else beyond that is.. inconsssequential, and mostly defunct now," he eventually resumed, choosing his words carefully as his voice started to sound rather deflated, the keypad and screen folding away in the meantime. "..I presssume it wasss you two, who managed to rrreactivate me?"
"You may presume that," said Terrus. "It would be correct if you did."
Terrus and Duma aren't exactly the type of people who would necessarily understand much about Ripsaw, one being a velociraptor and the other an alien with no sense of sarcasm and an incredibly literal mind.
Terrus and Duma aren't exactly the type of people who would necessarily understand much about Ripsaw, one being a velociraptor and the other an alien with no sense of sarcasm and an incredibly literal mind.
Ripsaw stares at them blankly for a few seconds, before a wheezing sigh escapes his voice box.
"..Verrry well; ssseeing as my main dirrrective is now conflicting with my emergency prrrotocols, I must rewrite my entire sssystem from ssscratch, without the prrroper assissstance from my maker," said Ripsaw.
Odd slits suddenly open on Ripsaw's chassis as steam starts venting again, his body shifting and changing, turning him into a small and durable metallic orb, sporting a single glass-blue eye as it hovers about in the air.
"As a prrroper show of thanksss for allowing my function to continue, should you decide to perrrmit this, I would like to accompany you and lend my strrrength for a time," he resumed. "Sssince I have been rrrendered mostly purrrposeless, it would please me grrreatly to clear up this 'debt' to you, and in the end, perrrhaps even assist with my evolution."
"..Verrry well; ssseeing as my main dirrrective is now conflicting with my emergency prrrotocols, I must rewrite my entire sssystem from ssscratch, without the prrroper assissstance from my maker," said Ripsaw.
Odd slits suddenly open on Ripsaw's chassis as steam starts venting again, his body shifting and changing, turning him into a small and durable metallic orb, sporting a single glass-blue eye as it hovers about in the air.
"As a prrroper show of thanksss for allowing my function to continue, should you decide to perrrmit this, I would like to accompany you and lend my strrrength for a time," he resumed. "Sssince I have been rrrendered mostly purrrposeless, it would please me grrreatly to clear up this 'debt' to you, and in the end, perrrhaps even assist with my evolution."
Terrus thinks for a while.
"I decide to permit this," said Terrus. He turned to Duma. "Do you decide to permit this?"
Duma remembers the smell of corroded metal that came from Ripsaw. It reminded her of home far too much. But then, she always needed to keep her sense of smell sharp lest she lose it to her mechanical implants. Slowly, she nodded.
"Then I suppose you may accompany us," said Terrus.
"I decide to permit this," said Terrus. He turned to Duma. "Do you decide to permit this?"
Duma remembers the smell of corroded metal that came from Ripsaw. It reminded her of home far too much. But then, she always needed to keep her sense of smell sharp lest she lose it to her mechanical implants. Slowly, she nodded.
"Then I suppose you may accompany us," said Terrus.