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Prof. Gruggulax

A friendly Ensindijee teacher.

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a character in “McKnight's Academy for the Fisted”, as played by PirateofPie

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Character’s Name: Gruggulax
Age and Birth date: 73 May 01
Ability: Hardened Alien Exoskeleton. Can form kinetic weaponry and fire telekinetic waves from his eyes.
Bio and Personality: Three years ago, Gruggulax, a former Endijee war criminal, whose ship was damaged heavily in an enemy assault. He crash landed his ship onto the terraformed moon, on the Island of Malmo. Gruggulax stayed underground on Malmo for five months before his hideout was uncovered by Alliance Authorities. However, because the Ensindijee were not recognized members of the Alliance, they did not have the proper authority to arrest him. And since he couldn't be arrested, nor did the Ensindijee government want him back, Gruggulax was stuck on the dump of an island, Malmo. That is, until...Academy Officials were combing the island one day, on the lookout for potential non-Alliance criminals that were willing to reform and make themselves productive by getting jobs at the school. Gruggulax joined tentatively and currently, he now holds the position of Offensive Power Trainer, coaching the Academy's students to use their offensive skills in intense combat 'simulations'.

Gruggulax looks down extremely on all non-Endijee species, heavily dislikes most that walk into his class, and yet...it's said he bakes a mean casserole and is often quite helpful to students that ask him for help or advice, despite the obvious vitriol in his voice whenever he speaks to them.

So begins...

Prof. Gruggulax's Story

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"Ah, the newest batch of students," an seedy looking insectoid alien clicked, leaning forward over the railing just above where the students were located in the center, gazing upon each of them with malice and disappointment in his compound eyes.. "I never -tik- thought it was possible, but they -tik- seem to grow ever worse with each -tik- coming year. They do -tik- not want to hone their abilities. They would be better off in -tik- Asteroid 8..."

With that the Ensindijee, Gruggulax shook his head and retreated to the teacher's lounge. As an instructor at the Academy, he often took it upon himself to scout out the new arrivals. His reports were often negative, but every now and then he found a few hidden gems amongst the coarse sand. These were the ones who would find their places in galactic society and find their place among the stars...

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"Yes..." Gruggulax murmured, nodding at Professor Punts, facing away from the bald man, his hands folded behind his back. "This-tik- year is the year we will initiate...-tik-, the project."

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Gruggulax peered through the curtains for a brief moment, his menacing eye briefly glaring once more at the wretched students who sat in the auditorium.

"Bah!" Gruggulax spat, removing his eye from the curtains. "They -tik- shall only know destruction. If...and -tik- ONLY if all goes as -tik- planned..."

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Gruggulax approached the podium slowly, like a predator stalking it's prey. He gripped the podium in his claws, leaning forward towards the students, leering at each of them with eyes full of hatred. It seemed as if he were about to lunge out at them and strike. But instead, he seemed to simmer down ever so slightly as leaned over towards the microphone and hissed. "Witless fools, every, -tik- one of you! Worthless right -tik- down to your fragile -tik- human brains! What this facility -tik- has in store for you, you cannot -tik- possibly imagine! It is not for the -tik- weak as most of you undoubtedly are! Most of you -tik- will not be worthy enough -tik- to pass the trials that -tik- lie ahead! They will be shipped -tik- off to Asteroid 8! There they will suffer! And now! Gruggulax the mighty! Gruggulax the indomitable! Gruggulax the Conqueror of galaxies!, will read off to you the -tik- schedule of your nightmares!"

"First up! -Tik- Power Control Training!" Gruggulax spat. "Are you able -tik- to truly harness your -tik- abilities, little humanos scum! Or will you fail -tik- as many do! Will you lose -tik- control!? Will you lose yourself -tik- to the raw power!?"

"Then you will -tik- face the full might of linguistics!" Gruggulax spewed. "It is truly a troubling -tik-, " Gruggulax said almost sympatheticly. "Your fragile -tik- Humanos brains will never truly grasp -tik- the power knowing other -tik- languages holds! Next is space flight! This -tik- is no simple flight -tik- simulation as you water-sacks are used to! You will face live fire -tik-, the might of a falling star and more...YOU!"

Gruggulax leaped from the stage and into the middle row of the auditorium in front of a scared freshman student. "Eating!? While Gruguggulax speaks -tik-!? An atrocity!" Gruggulax's arm lashed out and gripped the student by the neck. With all his might he then flung the student through a wall and into what looked like an animal habitat from one of the science labs behind him. "Ah, the veranstoor tank," Gruggulax chuckled sinisterly, walking back to the stage slowly with his arms folded behind his back. "Someone -tik- fetch that larvae before the creatures believe meat's -tik- back on the menu, eh?"

"As Gruggulax was -tik- saying, next you are -tik- allowed a midday break," Gruggulax sighed. "Here you -tik- will receive your disgusting -tik- nourishment! Honestly, Asteroid 8 has better meals. Then you will face, Defensive Power Training -tik-, you will be attacked relentlessly! Ceaselessly! Let your -tik- guard down and you will face utmost annihilation! And finally, there is Offensive Power training, taught by none other than the Fearless Gruggulax himself! You will be forced to face many a terrible foe in a -tik- fight to a -tik- most likely disastrous finish! There will be -tik- no mercy for the weak!"

Gruggulax then breathed in a deep breathe clicked, "Prepare yourselves...And we from the staff all hope -tik- you enjoy your stay -tik- at McKnight's Academy for the Fisted. Thank you. Please remain seated -tik- for your new room assignments. Or face decimation. Thank you again," Gruggulax nodded politely, before he walked back through the curtains, and then informed Professor Punts that it was his turn to speak.