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Xanthodont JR. Horde

The unholy clone race wandering the multiverse for the answers behind existence and hopefully something of the entertaining type, yes?

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

Description

Name: Xanthodont JR. Horde
Nickname/Aliases/Titles: Xanth JR., The Purple Horde, Yellow Toothed Ones, Chaos Spawn Children.
Age: Various, ranging from one minute to over a thousand years, though they do not physically age much.
Birthday: Multiple, due to being a race of clones.
Death-date: Various, though most of them are still alive.
Gender: Genderless, but often generally refer to themselves as male to make things easier.
Race: Arcane clones created by the chaos spawn 'god', Xanthodont.
Ancestry: Technically a descendant from chaos spawn gods of Ragnageddon universe.
Blood type: Unknown, though is coloured silver like mercury and with a crude oily sheen on it.

Height: 4.3 feet tall
Weight: 5.5 stone
Eyes: A kaleidoscope of colours, and is constantly changing, though always with black pupils. They're a pair that are shaped much like a larger version of the typical human eye, and occasionally fix to a colour to portray strong emotions.
Hair: A great messy pile of silky strands of a natural aqua colour, commonly tied up in a top knot with a piece of rope, and would easily reach down to their thighs if left unkempt and unbounded.
Skin Tone: Purple.
Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous.

Appearance: The Xanthodont JRs. are a bizarre looking race. to begin with, most of their head is made up from their lower jaw, a huge half circle which protrudes, jutting outwards, the downwards curve seemingly also being the chin, and filled with yellow molar teeth, apart from pair of fangs sticking out from its bottom jaw, and also contains a forked green tongue. The rest of the head consists of their messy, barely tamed hair, a pair of colour shifting eyes, a simple pair of nostrils flared upwards, looking much like two small caves, and a pair of small pointed ears, much like an elves, though look much out of proportion compared to the rest of it's head.
The rest of their bodies aren't any more normal. For some reason despite being unable to actually digest food, all Xanth JRs. have a bulbous beer belly while having a bony rib cage, a thick neck, a broad chest & pair of shoulders, as well as a pair of tentacles, much like an octopus, instead of arms. It's legs are oddly bandy and frog-like in appearance while with large unwieldy clumps for feet, much like an elephants or a hippos, minus the nails.

Clothes: Although clothes are often variable between each member of the species, just like with most sentient creatures, all Xanthodont JRs. are created simply wearing a pair of loose-fitting, orange, ragged shorts with a rough piece of beige rope used as a belt and a small leather pocket strapped to it to hold small items, resembling a small backpack with a brass button to hold down the flap.

Posture/Movement: Most Xanth JRs. stand up with backs straight and odd tentacle arms to theirs sides, while with their knees bent as if preparing to jump and the their neck, as well as their shoulders, slumped forwards in a stoop. They tend to move in a rather casual and thoughtful manner, while when they run their legs briskly lash out ahead of them, almost as if to bring each step quicker than the last.

Voice: Oddly, despite having no nationality or native tongue, The Yellow Toothed Ones always speak in an accent that is foreign to other species ears, yet are never able to place of what nationality it is, adding more to the confusion by adding a 'yes yes' or 'goodly' or a number of other words randomly in their sentences. They also have a somewhat raspy, wheezy tone of voice that seems to always give a hint of excitement constantly. When angered however, their voice changes into a deep, growling, clear one, seeming to being fired out from the bowels of their lungs.

Personality: Although like with all species, there are a number of variables in personalities between each separate being, all of Xanth JR. kind first start off with a basic personality, some of which never seem to change or add from this phase.
First and foremost; Xanth JRs. are almost always famished for attention and entertainment like a spoiled toddler, most having little attention span to anything that does not interest them, often wandering away to nowhere in particular with hopes of finding something to stave off boredom, though oddly they find the act of this satisfying itself for a short time. Due to this, they are often extremely selfish, concerning themselves usual only to things of personal gain, usually something entertaining for them or to help bring them a step closer to their main goal, and are extremely fickle when loyalty or morals are concerned, especially if they grow weary of something or there was restrictions involved.

An exception of this their fierce loyalty and immensely friendly bond between members of their species and their 'mother', Xanthodont, to the extent if one of them is in danger, all members of the race drop whatever they are doing to attempt to find the said distressed Xanth JR., and attempt to solve the problem. If a member of their 'family' dies, it often means there will be blood to pay by the one responsible, are aggressively defensive of their 'family' especially their dear old 'mum', for who they have an immense mummy's boy complex about and often do any bidding that they are asked by 'her' to do, and often repeat things 'she' has told them.

One of their main enjoyments, despite their commonly short attention spans, is attempting to solve the mystery of existence itself, which technically means they can explore anything and anywhere to do so, giving them more freedom to mess around in, as well as keeping their 'mum' happy, though in essence have nearly no leads to this whatsoever. These Chaos Spawn Children are also extremely social beings, often nattering away about anything that pops into their mind to each other on their Chattie Logs or to which ever nearby stranger is in earshot, and become immensely lonely if they do not have someone to blabber to in person on a daily basis, often attempting to befriend other creatures to do just that. They also seem to treasure their Omni-content Suitcase immensely, considering it as some sort of memento to their fallen 'brother', Science Xanth J.R. and are immensely reluctant to let anyone outside of their species touch it.

Education: Somewhat sporadic attempts of learning but mostly they have had no formal education whatsoever, or vague pieces of education which deceased member of The Purple Horde has experienced.
Likes: Talking, Their 'family', Wandering aimlessly, Working to achieve their ultimate goal, The Omni-content suitcase, Being entertained.
Dislikes: Loneliness, Being restricted, Those who harm their family, Boredom, Mum jokes.
Weaknesses: Very protective over family, Has little to go on when it comes to their ultimate goal, Craves to be entertained and for attention as much as possible like a young child, Extremely selfish at times, Can be confused with mixed memories.
Goals: To discover the reason behind existence itself, and enjoy the journey to do so.
Diet: Mostly particles they absorb, anything else is simply for leisure.

Weapons: This race wields it's Omni-content suitcase as a weapon, as well as any weapons the aforementioned suitcase creates, though rather would use the suitcase if anything else wouldn't be necessary.

Equipment: Omni-content suitcase; The main tool of the Xanthodont JRs. is ironically a device to create tools. The Omni-content is a device that apparently taps into the 'universal source code' of the galaxy they are in, to randomly generate a item out of thin air as it is opened. The item it creates could be literally anything, from a piece of driftwood to a complicated machine of grand engineering process, to a machine gun, to a cake. It won't however, make an additional item until it detects the last created one is either destroyed, returned into the suitcase, or have been lost in another galaxy or realm. It looks like a bronze suitcase, looking very much ordinary even when opened, seeming to have contained the item it creates all along, though the one peculiarity is the odd nozzle with a screw cap on it at the top of the suitcase along side it's handle. What is this you ask? Why it's where the fuel for this device is poured in, after it has run out from creating too many items. The fuel in question is unfortunately Xanthodont JR. blood, and a quite a fair amount of it to the extent some Xanth JRs. carry blood packs purely to pour one in to fill the Omni-Content Suitcase up. For some reason, they have also began using the suitcase itself as some sorts of a weapon, usually to bludgeon adversaries aside.

The Warper; A device used to literally teleport at random throughout the multiverse with no other use whatsoever or a single indication or explanation of the destination of it's user. It's very workings are surprisingly complex and are an immense wonder to how on the multi-earths a member of the Xanthodont JR. race managed to create such a device, and is all the more baffling considering it is somehow powered by a miniature sun. It appears deceptively simple however since it is merely to the average persons eyes, a red button in a teeny grey box. Despite it's immense power source however, it needs at least a week to cool-down before use, to avoid the Warper from causing a solar explosion.

The Chattie Log; This invention is essentially a yellow, strange, phone-esque device complete with keypad and call buttons, though is almost entirely used only for text conversation between other devices of the same make throughout the entire multiverse, each one with a diffrent name to be used as a username, often of whatever the chosen nickname of the Xanth JR. possessing it is. They are also able to communicate with other devices that use text conversation, though only with either calibrating the Chattie Log with the said device in person, a process most Xanth JRs. struggle with, or if someone manages to contact the Chattie Log itself.

Powers: The powers of the Chaos Spawn Children are all part of their artificial creation by their 'mother' Xanthodont, who has 'blessed' her offspring, at least in a technicality sense, the following set of unusual talents;
Particle Nourishment; Xanthodont JRs. do not require food or drink whatsoever and survive from absorbing, or 'eating', particles around them for nourishment, and therefore is literally impossible for them to starve to death, unless trapped in a vacuum, in which case one would survive roughly a week without nourishment.

Breathless; Weirdly, The Purple Horde don't require, oxygen, carbon dioxide, ammonia, or any known gas to breath. In fact, they don't seem to breathe whatsoever, being immune to strangulation, suffocation, and drowning, a trait which is immensely handy if accidentally having been teleported into a place without breathable air.

Memory Death Link; Yet another unusual ability of their species, the Xanthodont JRs. are able to obtain the memories of their fallen kind, and as a result, may learn from their deceased comrades experiences for their own gain. This occurs to all Xanthodont JRs., every single one of them suddenly gaining the memory of the deceased without any warning, and may cause one of their kind to suddenly be struck in confusion as they watch someone-else's life flash before their eyes, and are gained with no effort to achieve them. One of their kind has attempted to research into why this phenomenon occurs, but it's efforts came out fruitless.

Invulnerability; Despite first looks of them being an extremely kill-able species to the extent that a well placed knock on the noggin with a rolled up newspaper would do them in, Xanthodont JRs. are surprisingly and ridiculously adamant in not doing so. Their skin is ridiculously tough to the extent that ordinary guns might as well be peashooters and swords be plastic cutlery, surviving electrical shocks, small explosions, being frozen alive and even the vacuum of space, though bizarrely the later seems to be only for easier travel than an actual testament to their physical resilience. However strangely, if a great amount of power is placed into the task, such as exploding the fellow with such a fiery inferno it covers a sixty foot radius with absolute destruction, or a series of thunder bolts striking one of their kind seven times in a row to the extent it is a charred corpse, would very much do them in, as although their bodies are extremely durable, they heal not much better than a human does with injuries, and their actual physical strength, speed and reactions is not much to brag about either, which also means the force behind any attack against him would still push him back or even send him flying, it just simply might not cause any injury.

Universal Language; Despite having no native tongue, or making a single effort to learn other languages, Xanth JRs. are blessed with the innate skill to automatically understand any piece of speech or writing that is before them, whether of a highly advanced race of unparalleled geniuses throughout the galaxy, to an ancient long dead series of writing from a lost civilization, to the simple grunts of a pig. In turn, they themselves communicate and write in a text which bizarrely seems to be understood by all known species, of course excluding those who cannot hear, or those who cannot read.

Power Fusion; One ability of these cloned monstrosities of a chaos spawn god requires the assistance and cooperation of an entirely diffrent species, that is, the power fusion. A strange skill which a Xanth JR. sticks their tentacles into either the partners ears or nostrils, and suddenly become temporarily 'absorbed' by them as they transfer their power and skill entirely to their chosen being, showing it to be successful when the being in contact has turned their skin/scales/fur purple. Not only does it bless them with that certain Xanthodont JR's. skills, but it also doubles the host's own power, as well as temporarily store the mind of the Xanth JR. in their own, giving the aforementioned host advice or insults as they please but in no way actually having any control of their actions. This ability of theirs lasts for approximately five minutes before they are forcibly ejected out of the host's body in avoiding a permanent merge and deteriorating their body, and is ineffective with spiritual beings, mechanical beings, or creatures who are not willing to go through with the fusion.

Stretchy Limbs; The Yellow Toothed Ones are also able to stretch out their limbs, which in other words, their tentacles they have in place of arms, their bandy legs, and their thick necks can all stretch out like a rubber band to a whole five meters in length, though they find using this in repetition is rather strenuous on themselves and tire out from it more quickly the further they stretch.

Abilities: Combat Experience; Despite most of the Xanth JRs. having no real training in wielding weapons or battling unarmed, they do have experience in it fighting in general, as well as being able to utilize a suitcase as a weapon very efficiently due to a member of their race spending a great deal of time doing so with his invention, the Omni-content suitcase, and passed on his memories.

Knowledge on his equipment's workings; Xanth JRs. have ended up with a negotiable knowledge on the creation and workings of their equipment, due to their shared ability of gaining the memories of their fallen brethren, and as result, can clumsily repair The Omni-content Suitcase, The Warper and their Chattie Log, as well as a hazy recollection on how to make one from scratch.

Fighting Style: Suitcase wielding, inexperienced weapon flailing, and undisciplined brawling.
Training: Self-trained in suitcase wielding and a trait now shared by many of the Xanth J.R. kind. The rest of their training is undisciplined experience throughout their journeys.
Occupation: Varies, though most are unemployed drifters and travelers.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral, though may change depending on circumstances.
Allegiance: Xanthodont, fellow brethren, and anyone that seems beneficial to their goal. Or anyone that seems fun to follow around.
Homeland/world: 'The Cradle'; a long derelict and dead planet which Xanthodont uses as a spawning ground for 'her children'.
Universe/Galaxy: The Ragnageddon Galaxy, but travels the Multiverse indiscriminately
Origins: Unholy 'Magic'; A series of arcane clones created by a chaos spawn 'god'

Family: Their 'mother' Xanthodont, as well as fellow brethren JRs.
Friends/Allies: Currently only known associates is his 'family'
Enemies: Professor Terrance Bullson
Marital Status: Single, currently all members, and very unlikely to change
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
Love Interest: None

History: To begin with the tale of the Xanthodont JR. race, we must begin with their creator, Xanthodont itself, or herself if you are from her 'offspring'. Xanthodont was, much like any chaos spawn 'gods' of the Ragnageddon Galaxy, a writhing masses of hatred, power-hungry, destruction loving, shapeless monstrosities who ravaged galaxy to galaxy with incomprehensible power, wreaking havoc in their wake, with life left behind non existent. Many billions of years of this dreadful cycle continued when Xanthodont was beginning to grow tired of this weary existence against easily slaughterable strangers, and came with a diffrent idea though with it's maiming talents still necessary to act it out; murder it's own kind. It was obvious when the creature thought about it, the only thing to truly challenge a chaos spawn god is another of it's kind and so it began killing it's own race off in a newly devastated galaxy until it emerged victorious as the last of it's species standing, which left it with a single thought; what now?

It was many years of pondering until Xanthodont decided there wouldn't be much more fun in murdering since she slaughtered her own kind, to which it decided an immensely unlikely solution; create a new one.
Now, the chaos spawn gods were never any much good at something that wasn't just plain old destruction, so it took some time before Xanthodont managed to actually make something sentient, and even longer to figure out it needed something tougher than those frail sniveling excuses it eliminated before, causing much experimentation. Eventually the first Xanthodont JR. was created, to which it's orchestrator of it's existence suddenly felt very proud, especially instead of fleeing in fear as most species it attempted to cuddle Xanthodont, which dumbfounded the unholy being immensely.
As millenniums went by Xanthodont merely created more and more of them, actually beginning to show compassion towards the little things as time grew on, nurturing them even, almost like a mother. It wasn't long until their was a ridiculous amount of them at The Cradle, a derelict planet Xanthodont made them on, to which their mother had decided to send them all on a mission of sorts. The impossible task of discovering the meaning of existence itself. This was not however, because Xanthodont was particularly interested, it was more she decided it would stave off boredom for her children if they wandered around more vibrant galaxies. To which she transported them all randomly around the universe, beginning their journeys.

The tales of the Xanthodont JR. kind however, are immensely more difficult to tell, as their are many of them, and although a great deal of their species are deceased due to numerous events killing them off, from going to close to a sun, being digested by a living planet, eliminated by a galactic armada, their journeys are countless as their race. There's one particular Xanthodont JR. that will be mentioned here however; Science Xanth JR.
This particular member of this race of of arcane clones seemed to be fascinated by all things scientific, although admittedly had little understanding of it. With this passion, he decided to become a scientist, and pursued the career despite failing academic courses to do so for twenty years straight, until his final graduation. He then went on to become possibly the worst scientist known throughout the galaxy, often claiming to have discovered something amazing only to find out it had already been discovered decades before him, or funding experimentation into an invention that failed miserably, often blaming his long suffering lab assistant, and university classmate, Professor Terrance Bullson, as well as infuriating a lot of important and rich men and women who gave him a benefit of a doubt when proving inept. However after some time, he stumbled along the discovery of the existence of multiple dimensions, the universal source code, a theory of that the entire universe was composed of data like a computer, and then went on to invent the working devices known as; The Omni-content Suitcase, The Warper, and The Chattie Log. Before he could present these inventions to the galactic board of science however, Professor Terrance Bullson murdered him, taking credit for his discoveries after finally growing sick to the stomach of working for the man and insisting he didn't deserve the fame and fortune.
Despite the unfortunate death of their kin, the Xanthodont JRs. gained some knowledge from their fallen 'brother's' memories on how to construct these devices, which allow their exploration to expand to the multiverse in it's entirety, their kind now having spread across countless worlds as they still continue to scrape towards an answer for the reason behind existence, all leading numerous adventures for this impossible quest.

Other: There are a great number of Xanthodont JRs., and as a result refer to each other with their own single title or nickname they decided for each one themselves, which are mostly only used in situations where there is multiple Xanthodont JRs. in the same place.
Notable members of the Xanthodont JR. race are below:
Science Xanth JR. (Deceased); This certain lab coat wearing member of The Purple Horde was a rather initiative and brilliant minded scientist, or at the very least in his own mind. In reality his ego outweighed his skills greatly, often squandering any funding he received in his career as a scientist of fruitless inventions, causing great amount of strife between anyone he worked with, often bringing his intelligence into question. He did how ever miraculously took a gigantic leap in the opposite direction when he invented The Omni-content Suitcase, The Warper, and The Chattie Log, a trio of gadget used daily by his own race with immense breakthrough in his research of trans-dimensional manipulation, before being murdered by his lab assistant; a Professor Terrance Bullson; who often had to pull Science Xanth JR's. projects together as well as often being blamed by his employer for frequent failed experiments, who then took the credit for these only examples of success, becoming the face of leading study into trans-dimensional manipulations.
Occupation: Scientist
Education: University graduate; science degree
Additional Clothing: Lab coat, beige trousers, black belt with a silver atom belt buckle, and a green jumper.
Additional Skills: Mixed knowledge of numerous sciences and technology in varying aptitude, in particular universal source code theory, and multiverse theory.

Currently there are also at least six unnamed Xanthodont JRs.

Previously encountered characters: Vasha - Fought at the Master's Dojo for fun.
Cochise the Last - Fought against in the Dark Woods.
Fay Marie Clifton - Met and fought alongside in the Dark woods.
Ivanna Klimentovic- Met and fought alongside in the Dark Woods.
Farrah Anceline Mione - Met at Aelora after a nasty fall
Hermione Jean Granger - Invited to stay for the night at her house in Main Street.
Graeme Snale - Met by accident at Hermione's house in Main Street when he arrived at the wrong address.
Aisu Himura - Met while wandering about The Emporium
Moa Eden - Met at a cave entrance on Urial Mountains

Theme Songs: All Praise Mum!; Altar of Skorne - Gauntlet Dark Legacy
Yellow Toothed One; Sunset Heroes - God Hand
Going For The Ways Of The Traveling; Rayman Origins - Nowhere to Run

So begins...

Xanthodont JR. Horde's Story

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High above the wondrous realm of the lost, Aelora, where the island looked little more larger than a map from vertical distance, a bizarre looking creature suddenly materialised seemingly out of nowhere, clutching a small box with a single button in one tentacle, as well as a bronze suitcase under the other, the pair of these suction cup covered appendages in place of arms.
The strange creature whose kind is foreign to these lands, and most lands to be frank, had purple skin which felt the rushing air as it began hurtling downwards, seemingly unconcerned. The air began whipping at his only article of clothing, a pair of ragged orange shorts, held on by a length of rope used as a belt, along with his turquoise hair, unraveling from it's upknot style, the unkempt hair flailing wildly, and 'his' bulbous gut wobbling through the fall, although in truth this being was without gender.
The Xanthodont JR. stroked it's huge jaw that took up most of their kinds face, his kaleidoscopic eyes of a multitude of shifting colours squinting as he began looking around suspiciously at his surroundings before deciding to voice a simple revelation in his wheezy, raspy tone; "Seems I am falling of the downwards velocity, very fast like, yes yes.", seeming more as if this emergency was amusing than dangerous, as it began it's speedy decent towards the ever nearing ground, and casually placing the odd box in a leather pocket hanging from his 'belt'.
His next response to this entire situation? "Weeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeee! Those of you under the falling one best exit sharply away from noisy landing, goodly."

The setting changes from Aelora: Realm of the Lost to Drakken Ridge

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Those who would of been near enough to see, though who would of been wondering through the accursed Drakken Ridge, filled with mutated and twisted creatures, as well as the remains of those who wished to traverse it before, would of seen and oddly purple creature hurtling downwards through the air, it's clumpy lumps it called feet flailing excitedly as it neared impact, with a big childish grin across the beings face, revealing its yellow molars and pair of canine fangs as it gave a baffling cry from fall to impact; "............heeeehehehehheheheheeeeeHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!", before resounding and defeaning thump was given as the Xanthodont JR. collide ungracefully with the earth between some gnarled upturned roots, leaving a deep hole in shape of the crash landed foreigner.

After some time had passed, Xanth JR. climbed out of the accidental self-made silhouette in the ground in an awkward and clumsy fashion as he whistled in admiration of gravity, and slumping against one of the roots, seemingly unharmed. He smacked one of his pointed ears for a few moments until a small pebble dislodged itself out the ear hole, before going on to say to himself; "That landing was greatly of the immensely uncomfortable kind in the ground, yes yes. Goodly thing it was not with the squashing of a something I had not known was to be of squashing."
He rummaged around in his ear to flick a few extra specks of dirt out and set his peculiar suitcase along side him. He rubbed his nostrils with one free tentacle for a few moments before concluding the obvious aloud; "How of the opposite of fun, I can not be of the seeing of the talky kind of creatures, or not talky for that matter, yes yes. I am now in the lost for I do not know anything of the lands I stand in. Or sit. Hoping greatly I am for the fun times to be had now, goodly."
He then lazily made his way onto his feet, picking his suitcase up by the handle before bellowing out loudly in their species strange voice understood by all kinds; "Hello, is their people of the around areas here?!? I am quickly becoming one with the boredom."
(Continues on in Aelora: Realm of the Lost)

The setting changes from Drakken Ridge to Master's Dojo

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A odd mismatched looking creature stumbled into the dojo, looking around in wonderment as it whistled, obviously impressed with ancient training grounds of martial arts. Xanthodont JR. had never seen such a place before, though this member of it's species was fairly new, his suitcase which he held in one tentacle only recently cobbled together, as well as the other pair of gadgets he had placed in his back pocket, which hung from his rope belt.
"Hello folks of the inhabiting of this building place, is there anyone in the being here, yes yes?", he called out casually as he scratched his bulbous gut with his spare tentacle.

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The area of the Master's Dojo was very quiet, hardly anyone was outside in this cool morning air except for the sounds of punches being laid on a rear practice dummy. The punches and kicked seemed to be inhumanly fast as were the cries of a female voice beating on them. Suddenly, a dummy flew into the air and landed in the main front yard as a woman no older then twenty four flew from the back to the front and snorted a little "Damned thing...they just keep on breaking. Man they dont know how to build good dummies anymore" She said, adjusting her armor a little before looking at the rather strange looking alien with a sneer

"Man...you look like hell. What happened to you?" She asked, reaching into her pocket to pull out a small, thin cigarette and quickly lit it with a snap of her fingers "Get hit by a truck or something?" She asked with a laugh as she levitated into the air and hovered just a few inches off the ground "Well...I certainly heard you talking so speak up tentacle man" She said while cracking her knuckles

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Xanth JR. attention quickly switched his attention to the sight of a woman in unusual combat armor giving a huge cries of aggression as he pummeled a practise dummy through the air form her excessive and blindingly fast attacks before landing with disdain at how easily broken it was. Xanth JR. eyes brightened with interest at such a spectacle, it certainly wouldn't be boring here. He rubbed his huge jaw with anticipation.

The woman then addressed him rudely as she lit a cigarette with her bare fingers, insulting his appearance and hovering a few feet off the ground, to which the purple skinned clone looked up in fascination giving a childish "Oooooooooooooo!", his eye's changing more frequently in vibrant colours.
He then cleared his throat, despite being a creature without need for breath, and replied to her calmly, seemingly unphased by the insults. "Hello miss warrior, I am Xanth JR., I am of a race of arcane clones which wander abouts and such. I was searching around of the place for the people who do the punching, yes yes. You defeated that immobile statue very goodly indeed! I asks if possible, the task is, to be of the enrolling into this battle school." He then gave a flourishing bo, before adding; "Unless it turns out to be greatly of the boring variety, then I will leave, yes yes. "

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"The wha?" She said while scratching her head gently, running her gloved fingers through her hair while letting her long monkey tail uncoil from her waist to sway from side to side "Man tentacles you speak in the weirdest frigging way. Try speaking sense" She said, taking another pull on her cigarette. Vasha had seen some weird shit before in her life but this took the cake. When it's eyes turned multiple colors, she was a tad put off by it and now it's talk of a battle school just made her more confused

"Enrolling into a Battle School? Umm....can you speak more sense about that tentacles?" She asked the creature, cracking her knuckles again loudly as well as her neck "Please try to use some better English if you don't mind. Be a pal" She said while tapping her cigarette with the end of her finger to let the ash fall to the ground

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Xanthodont JR. scratched at the tangled turquoise upknot style hair of his in confusion, the constantly colour changing eyes of his slowing down greatly. He wondered what on earth he said to confuse the monkey woman, having believed to be speaking quite normally. Perhaps she was stupid? He furrowed his non existent brow as he concentrated carefully on re-phrasing his words, his green forked tongue hanging at the corner of his great jaw, brushing against one of his yellow fangs.

"I am Xanthodont JR., of the Purple Horde. We like to wander. You were impressive at the punching of the doll, yes yes. I would like to join this place of the fighting arts, goodly. Unless it is of the boring type.", the peculiar creature stammered out carefully, before giving a sigh of relief, quickly followed with an expression of satisfaction, flaring his nostrils in pride. He had a feeling the monkey woman understood him perfectly this time, and that the would hopefully never have to do anything so taxing again in his life.

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She blinked as she understood him while taking another drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke from her nostrils "Oooooh!!" She said while chuckling a little "I get ya know tentacle man...but I don't own this place. Its owned by some guy called the Master, whoever he is. Haven't met the guy but I love his gym. Though he needs to get better sparring dummies" She said while pointing behind her at the destroyed training dummy, the straw falling out of it's chest gently from the tears in it's sack

"Though if your looking to spar, I wouldn't mind something that can move and fight back. A little challenge but I doubt you have much of a spine. You and those fancy words of yours...you sound like an egghead" She laughed a little at her own words and proceeded to float on her back while tapping her foot in mid air "You like to fight? Or are you just an egghead tentacle man?" She asked him, waiting for his answer with a sneer on her face

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Xanth JR. gave a face of realisation and slight disappointment, curious on who this 'Master' was that the monkey woman had not met. He peered over at the broken training dummy, it's straw organs clambering for escape before pitching in; "Yes, it seems the men of straw need much greater of the strength against hitting. I wonder where this Master is."

He then seemed somewhat taken off guard by the woman's request for a battle, declaring him to be spineless and an egghead, sneering at him as Vasha floated on her back. Xanth JR. put down his suitcase a moment before clapping his tentacles in excitement. "You are of the mistaken i'm afraid, yes yes. I have the spine in back, as do many of the Xanthodont JRs. do. I do not think my bounce is an egg. As for fighting, I have not done much, since I am of the three years of aging and not of the greatly strong, so this will be fun time, yes yes."
He then quickly picked up his suitcase before suddenly stretching out the tentacle holding and attempting to strike Vasha down with it, much like with a hammer, and proclaiming loudly; "Here we are of the going into the violence, with this Yellow Toothed One starting, goodly."

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Vasha grinned a little as the tentacle man had agreed to fight her and watched his movements very carefully and even let him raise up a tentacle to slam it down on her. With ease, she blocked it with her forearm and grabbed it "Hmm...a little slow..." She said while floating upwards to attempt to pull him into the air "Your gonna have to be much faster if you want to land a blow on me" She said while letting go of his tentacle about ten feet off the ground "Come on! Throw more punches, show me your strength!! I want a challenge!!" She said while pounding her chest with her fist "Ill even let you throw another...try to make it a good one though"

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Xanth JR. grinned in admiration of his attack being blocked, to which he recoiled his tentacle as Vasha released it, quickly then deciding to open his suitcase. This monkey woman probably would be easier to beat with some type of weapon on hand. There was a bright flash of light as the bronze suitcase known as The Omni-content Suitcase created an item for it's owner. Xanth JR's. grin faded when his eyes met with the sight of a pineapple. He sighed as quickly took the fruit out of the suitcase, snapping it shut shortly after, stared at the fruit carefully for a few moments, before lobbing it at Vasha.
He then proceeded to begin hammering at her with one tentacle clasping the suitcase, while whipping at her legs with the other spare tentacle, flailing with both in a messy barrage of sloppy attacks.
"I apologize for the fruit throwing, suitcase didn't seem to be of wanting to make a spear or shooty thing, yes yes.", he told her sulkily, annoyed at his own device's random tendencies.

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The pineapple hit her dead on in the chest which just made her laugh even harder, tears streaming down her face as she blocked the sloppy mess of tentacles with both arms "Is this a joke? Is this really the best you have? This isnt even worth fighting its so weak!!" She said before flying back higher and pointed her palm at the being "Now...lets see if you can dance" She said, her palm glowing with a small blue energy ball and began to fire Blast Attacks at the being. Each one, when it collided with a solid object would produce a small explosion with enough force to stop a boar. She didnt want to kill him...just see if he could even move to avoid her attacks "Run little thing! See if you can do even that!!" She yelled

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Xanth JR. seemed disappointed that his badly co-ordinated attacks did little to even slow down his opponent, giving a whine of annoyance; before adding in an equally whining tone; "Give this one credit miss monkey lady, I have not ever been of the training in the fights in the time of at all."
He then looked quizzically as she suddenly flew up higher and pointed her palm at him, mentioning something about dancing.
"Dance? I was of thinking that we were doing the punching kind of things, not the prancey variety," he babbled in bewilderment; "I am not of the every good in the dancing though so- oh I see you meant the words of the taunting, yes yes."
His last comment expressing his realisation when Vasha began firing energy ball towards him, and curiously made no effort to move. Each blast landed with an explosion dead on the mark, knocking the purple creature back a number of feet, causing a great amount of smoke.
As the air began to clear, Xanth JR. began clambering to his feet and dusting himself off, announcing to Vasha; "Those were of the special blasts, yes? They must do a stinging of the great hurt on the weaker ones, yes yes. We Xanthodont JRs. are lucky in the not getting hurt by things department. Mother says because we are her brave little soldiers, goodly."
He then stretched out his neck high enough to be face to face with Vasha, and attempted to headbutt her in the face.

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The peculiar looking purple creature rubbed it's head in discomfort as he began stumbling down the street, grumbling under his breath from his encounter at the Master's Dojo. It had taken Xanthodont JR. a number of days to managed to find his way ino closer civilisation from the dojo, nursing a number of nasty green bruises across his body from having been beaten to a pulp by Vasha, a saiyan warrior who had such raw power she managed to injure a member of his kind. He rubbed his head with one tentacle in somewhat with a look of annoyance than pain, where a somewhat shapely bump was protruding from his scalp and poking out of his wild tangled turquoise hair. He decided he really wasn't ready for fisticuffs anytime soon, especially with his less than impressive performance.

He didn't focus that greatly on the negatives however, as he was in awe at the immensely diffrent mix of cultures and species that were wandering throughout the entire city, gawping at humans, the undead, living machines, elves, dwarves, a multitude of aliens, and creatures of indescribable appearance, all going about their daily business, or possibly outsiders like himself, meandering around in amazement at this hodge-podge of racial variety and diversity.
Xanth JR. however, was exhausted from his journeys on foot, having to travel without proper treatment for his wounds, and came to the conclusion he need somewhere to stay, to rest his weary head. He decided the quickest solution was to simply belt out the question; "Hello fine beings and not beings of Wing City, I am greatly of the exhausted variety, yes, yes. The place of snoozing is what I am searching for, goodly. Could a soul in the kind frame of mind be indulging in directing to the location of my goal?" He then stood around a few moments, completely dumbfounded that all he gained was a few confused looks and disapproving faces that simply ignored his outburst and wandered away in a quicker pace. Xanth J.R. then rubbed at his enormous jaw, before continuing to wander down the street in hopes of finding somewhere to stay.

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Above the canopy of the multitude of clustered trees in the Dark Wood, a purple skinned, lumpy footed, tentacle armed, turquoise haired, colour-changing eyed, creature suddenly materialised out of thin air and began falling through the branches with a annoyed grunt at each strike, until finally landing with a thud on the forest floor. He, though in truth it was genderless, lay there for a few moments before sheepishly sitting up and mumbling; "Gravity was greatly of the miffed variety."
He then placed a small box-like device in the leather pocket he had hanging on the back of his orange shorts.

Xanthodont JR. stood up atop it's elephant-esque feet, unsteady with tit's bandy legs before looking around a few moments, before cursing to himself. "Bugger! There is no folks of the social kind in the view of my peepers! I am greatly in hating of the prospect of not being with those to talk with.", he grumbled moodily, before beginning to trudge along, looking around at the gloomy atmosphere and the surrounding trees, his feet crunching on the leaves.
"Is their beings of the talking variety in the local surroundings? I am Xanthodont JR., and I am immensely in the bored of my emotions, yes, yes!", the peculiar foreigner cried out in it's wheezy voice, continuing to wander along the woods in hopes of something interesting to happen.

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The high elf who was nearby the scene of the crash granted he was cloaked in the shadows of the oak trunk, an arrow notched and aimed at a deer merely 50 yards away. The crashing however scared away the elf's prey and now this new being held his attention. He stared at the gangly thing no emotion over the smooth skin of his face. Cochise watched as it got up and was mumbling all the while the keening eyes of the elf bore down on the cretin.

Cochise remained hidden in the shadows giving the creature the lead as he watched the being run off. A few sharp whistles of a predatory bird left his lips. The screeches repeated only slightly farther away along with the barking of a fox mere meters from the tree in the undergrowth of the woods.

So began a new hunt for the elf cloaked in black, a wry grin spreading on his face.

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Where was that root she needed? Her brother was terribly ill and she was forced to go into this dark forest to find something that would take her days, perhaps even weeks to find. It was a rare root, but her brother was all she had..She refused to give up on him.
As she walked through the cold forest, her palm was raised mid torso towards the sky, a fire licking her wrist and illuminating her icy blue eyes as it burst from her palm. She could hardly see in this forest...After hours of desperate searching, she finally came across the green root she was searching for and she gasped gently when she found and identified it. "About bloody time!" She murmured to herself, unable to hold back the sigh of relief as she went to it. She went down to her knees, hood falling down on her back and her lush black hair brushing her eyes as she started to shove some of the root into her bag, but then she heard something behind her...running? An animal was charging right at her and she gasped loudly and got up, fire fading from her hand, and swiftly moving out of it's way, hand instinctively clutching the tree; something must have scared it off... She bit her lip, breathing slightly harder than usual and looked around. What scared it away?

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Ivanna would be running in the dark woodland, awash with war, death and sadness... The ground barren and ash like, the trees tall with age yet dead to the core, whispers of the dead for certain were here. Ivanna would leap from tree to tree, denting the dead wood, her black locks flowing by her, icy blue hues glowing in the darkness and her red latex dress pointed her out, not that she was hiding, she was simply... running... fast. A wave of black energy from her shear speed and she would be laughing playfully on her run when she suddenly saw a girl in front of her, gasping she'd leap into the air to not slam into the girl, landing elegantly behind the girl.

Ivanna would frown and storm to the girl, grabbing her arm. ''What are you playing!? I could of killed you! Why are you out here!? Don't you have anything to protect yourself with!?'' She would growl, releasing the girl and folding her arms, her legs dirty from the running. ''A girl like you shouldn't be here.''

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Xanth JR. was completely oblivious to the high elf following him, being not exactly the sharpest fellow around, and continued to moodily make his way along the woods, his pointed small ears twitching slightly at the faint sounds of animals moving throughout the forest, though barely anything worth noting.

He paused for a few moments to open a bronze suitcase he held in one of his tentacles, which caused a quick flash of light followed with the creation of a disappointing looking pair of sunglasses.
Xanth JR. grinded his yellow molars beneath his large jaw at this, his eyes deciding to stop from the usual ever changing spectrum to flash orange for a few moments. Quickly taking the sunglasses out and placing them above his eyes and balancing on his forehead, Xanth JR. slammed the suitcase shut before carrying on.
"Damn Omni-content Suitcase is very much of the disagreeable nature. Dark glasses? I believe the device of my owning is greatly acting the tomfoolery, yes yes.", he complained as his snapped a twig underfoot, continuing on his walk, until a pair of strangers came into view.

Both of them seeming to be human women, coincidentally the pair of them having pale skin and dark, thick, hair. The one in a tight red dress seemed to be frustrated with the other who was clutching some sort of root. Xanth JR. stood in delight for a few moments, grinning ear to ear, before he began strolling up to them casually.
"Evening of the day, females of the human variety. How is the current feelings of the self in the personal experience of the duo that is you both?", he greeted them cheerfully, glad to have finally bumped into some people to blabber to.

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The Elf continued to follow silently from the branches of the tree his light steps on the branches giving up no movement or sound as he moved following the creature. He finally landed on a tree a few feet away from the group. The elf remained crouched against the limb his form blending in with the canopy of the woods above him. The elf's streamlined form to the branch had him clutching it with one hand the other holding the gnarled bow De Ogen in the other. Once more the predatory bird screeched as it landed on a lower branch of an opposing tree. The sharp eyes of the bird darting around inside of it's head scanning the area.

The elf continued to watch, not to move yet. The left hand grasping the bow began to wrap with shadows as he prepared quite a surprise for those below him.