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Skaarj Volantis

This alien wanders the Galaxy in an effort to study every single form of combat in the Multiverse, from Judo to Kickboxing.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Gasmask

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Skaarj stands at 8 foot and weighs 375 pounds. Pure muscle and rage condensed into a reptile/humanoid physiology. Skaarj hails from a desert planet somewhere in the Terra System. Skaarj knows many martial arts and trains every day, giving him a peak physical standard similar to a bodybuilder in human stature.


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Translation: "Regeneration"
Skaarj being of the lizard family has the innate ability to regenerate lost limbs at a rapid rate, from bone, sinew and flesh. This process can take up to thirty minutes to a day depending on the extent of the damage. If Skaarj was attacked by any flame-based or energy-based weapons, the process is slowed considerably, even stopped.

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Translation: "Mask"
Skaarj's culture has a deep belief in the ability of stealing someone's identity is as simple as revealing your face to someone with cruel intentions towards you. A face is a sacred thing. Skaarj has an air-tight, impossible to remove without surgery mask to protect his face from those who would seek to taint his reputation and life.

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Translation: "Physical Prowess"
Skaarj has been trained in the art of hand-to-hand combat since he was a child. Skaarj's culture trains from birth. A common insult to them is 'They fight before They walk'. Skaarj is quick, powerful and tends to fall into a rhythm of punches and kicks. A single punch from Skaarj is powerful enough to put dents in stainless steel. His kicks are even worse.

So begins...

Skaarj Volantis's Story

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Skaarj slammed the door open, instantly regretting it when it slammed loudly. The alien cringed, frowning behind his mask and checking the door for damage before making his way over to the counter. Was that a talking dogskull? Skaarj hadn't seen or heard of a talking dog before, and this one looked like it'd stuck it's face in acid.

The alien decided it'd be better to order something.

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Skaarj made a funny little gesture towards his drink before detaching the lower half of his mask; underneath was an relatively normal human jaw, if not for the spikes protruding from the chin and tipping it down his gullet. The alien slowly turned his head towards Starkenburg and Co.

"What are you looking at?"

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"That a joke? You think I'm a j-" Skaarj took a breath and shook his head, slamming the lower part of the mask back on. The alien turned around to the person that had just talked to him and raised his own glass. "I might take you up on that when I finish this, stranger." Skaarj replied, waving back with his clawed fingers.

"Skaarj." The alien presented Arttu with his right hand.

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Skaarj shook Arttu's with equal, maybe more strength. "What brings you here? I'm here because the dojo's empty." The alien admitted, looking depressed. "I came to this planet looking to learn, but... Not many people teach." Skaarj added, exclaiming with an agitated gesture.


Skaarj turned his head to Alora and cocked his head.

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"Yes, finally another warrior." Skaarj said, grinning behind his mask. "Defending yourself is like a path, Arttu, you have to follow it like a monk, otherwise you're weak." Skaarj added, nodding to Arttu.

Skaarj looked back to Alora, staring at this strange device she was sitting on.

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"Yes." Skaarj said again, nodding. The alien leaned over and gave him a whack on the back and taking his eyes off Alora, still fascinated by that strange machine she was on. "Now, what is that thing?" Skaarj said, pointing to the wheel chair.

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Skaarj grunted in understanding. The alien race that Skaarj was apart of had bones stronger than steel, and birth defects were rare within the race as a whole, disability was a completely alien concept. "Sparring is the best way to get to know somebody, Arttu. At least where I come from." The alien spun around, fleshy hair a whir as he stared at the source of the noise.

"Noisy thing."

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"We shall meet again yes, I am always at the Dojo, if I'm not here." The alien said. "Thanks for the drink, I'll pay you back one day." Skaarj added, frowning at the whiskey before taking a few cautious sips.

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Skaarj gave a wave. "Thank you and stay safe until we fight."

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Skaarj circled the punching bag, delivering a few jabs and an uppercut that sent the bag flying upwards. The mask glimmered in the afternoon light, a sleeping bag was piled in one corner and a stack of books next to it that all bore similar titles such as; 'Martial Arts: China and America' 'Cage-Fighting: An Introduction' and such. Skaarj looked towards the clock mounted on the far end of the wall.

Where was that man?

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"It's fine. Time is much faster than it is back home." Skaarj said to Arttu, un-mounting the punching bag and throwing it to the other side of the room with a crash. The alien raised his fists, holding them just under his mask.

"First blood rules?"

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Skaarj nodded, and then jumped in, taking a couple of steps towards Arttu. The fighter unhooked the lower part of his mask, exposing his lower jaw and shallow nose. The alien took a few more steps and dived into combat, taking a left jab for Arttu's chest.

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The hit made contact with Skaarj's side with a loud smack, it'd bruise but the greenish skin showed no sign of doing anything like that for now. The alien staggered, but quickly swung that momentum in a sharp knee towards Arttu's right side.

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Skaarj lifted his arms up to guard against the blow with another loud smack, instantly giving the arm he had blocked with a dark red flush. Skaarj grunted in pain and moved forward. Skaarj's right fist flung for his chest, and his left arm going to link up a second blow if the first had succeeded but leaving him open to an attack that couldn't be guarded.

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A third time that smack sounded, but his nose didn't break. Skaarj's bones were harder than metal, but his muscles were not. The alien staggered back, holding his face and snarling. A second blow and it would definitely start bleeding. Skaarj was off-balance, but remained upward.

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Skaarj lifted a leg and bent backwards, dodging the fist aimed for his head and catching the one to his stomach with a loud "Oof". The alien would then try and use the momentum of the charge and jabs against him to grapple Arttu and swing him into the ground face-first.

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Skaarj swung his hand over to Arttu to help him up.

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A single red drip of blood dripped from Skaarj's nose. "It was." Skaarj said, bowing back. "You are a warrior of your race, Arttuu. It is good to see that."

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Skaarj nodded and waved, going deeper into the dojo and heading for the showers.

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Skaarj gently brushed his hand against the door, the door quietly opened and closed this time around. The alien breathed in relief, shrugging his shoulders downwards and lowering his head in order to pass though. Skaarj looked towards Aeryn and Ari. He studied them for a few seconds, before deciding on ordering a drink. The only drink that even touched upon tipsy was that pure alcohol stuff, so he ordered that.

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The alien gently opened the door and closed it behind him. You'd think the pub would invest in something more smash-proof with all it's strange visitors and drinkers, some of those taller than he was. Skaarj saddled a stool at the counter and slammed down a shot, signalling for two more and raising his mask towards the television displaying the current news; Invictus, Taiyou, all familiar but strange and unknown to Skaarj.

The alcohol was good here however.

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"Yes." Skaarj replied, the wink was lost on the meaning of it. "You woudn't, most of us don't leave home-dunes. I think I'm the only one who got past your poison air police." The alien shrugged, she was right on looking solid, he had bigger guns than 80's Arnie, though a little more compact.

"I am Skaarj."

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Skaarj nodded. "I am looking for your best fighters to learn and pass on my own knowledge. Your books are hard to read and I think the Terran who sold them to me wanted more of those funny little notes that easily rip." The alien said, bowing his head to Minke and putting a hand on his own chest. "Skaarj, Skaaarj." The alien repeated to Minke, hoping he didn't come across as too offended.

Skaarj pointed at Minke. "Minkuh."

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Skaarj nodded. "Mink-E." The alien repeated with a little less emphasis on the heavier tones. The alien turned to his brother-in-combat. "Arttu, you have been bloodied. Did you tear his guts though his throat and take his wife as your own by the fighter to give you such a trophy?" The alien asked; there was no joking tone. If there was a curious stare, it would've been exhibited though tone.

Skaarj moved to help Arttu to a seat next to him. "Now you say my name, louder, like you beat goat."

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The alien roared, throwing his head back and then forwards to 'respectfully' slam his forehead against Arttu's. "Menke was meant to say my name, I cannot say her name properly but I think Menkh got the grip of mine. It is similar to a growl." The alien said; unperturbed by the redness pulsing across his own forehead. "I have never met Arttu before we met at this place of drinking, and you are not hot, you are not volcano."