Post by robotnik on Oct 17, 2010 5:27:39 GMT -5
Cbox Name: Bisenti
Nicknames: DNA (c-box name was a character name for a failed RE rp website)
Main Account: Dr. Ivo Robotnik
Who else do you play?: N/A
How did you find us?: Advertisement
Category: Video Game
Name: Dr. Ivo Robotnik
Alias: 'Eggman'
Age: 49
Ranking: Villain
Physical Appearance: fc04.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/316/5/f/Dr__Eggman_by_wandger.jpg
Personality: Despite a keen and astounding intelligence, Robotnik is known on his home planet of Eggmanland (previously known as Mobius) as immature as he his knowledgeable- though the smart dare not say it to his face. The good doctor, while releasing his tactics could be called 'ruthless', never imagines that he does 'evil' or that his own actions would not benefit everyone if they fell through. Even his rein of so-called 'terror' on Eggmanland, he viewed his aggressive conquest of the planet as well as his subsequent title of 'Emperor' to be in the best interest of the world (at this point, worlds) under his rule.
However, he does have one flaw which he is fully aware of- hedonism. Seeking no more then the perfect life, and an immortal one at that, Eggman often times pleasures himself with spontaneous adventures, expeditions, the finest wines and foods available, and so on and so forth. He believes that those who don't follow a similar lifestyle need to be "re-educated", making normal, world destroying weapons into those worthy of elaborate comic villains, and even making most everything he owns in his obtuse shape. Hell, just look at the name of his empire- The Eggman Empire. From that, one can gather that this man takes eccentrics to the extreme.
Powers/Abilities:
Genius Intellect (Over 300 IQ)
Super Strength
Equipment:
Egg-o-matic hovercraft, can change to land-based forms and water-based forms after modification in the Fortress Ship. Only Primary (Scout mode) is listed, others can and will be edited onto the profile
)SCOUT FUNCTION(
-Floats
-Can deploy 'Badniks'
-Frontal laser cannons
-Deploy-able glass-shield around cock-pit
-Large ball-and-chain weapon, deployable
Ionic Cannon (wrist mounted)
-Ammo- 'ION' CELLS
-Rate of fire- BEAM (STUN), BOLTS (KILL)
(STUN- knocks the target unconscious by paralyzing the central nervous system)
(KILL- fries the central nervous system, causing death)
E-GG FIGHTERS
-Primary Infantry-
Often wield some sort of melee weapon or a Laz-Stick
Laz-Stick
-Ammo- 'ION' CELLS
-Rate of fire- BOLTS
-Uses- MELEE COMBAT (spiked end of the rifles), GUNFIGHTS
Psychological Flaws:
And extreme inferiority complex, suppressed with the constant need to build and command. In lieu of his relative sucess, has been garnering a god-complex, little by little. Also, extremely childish.
Physical Flaws:
Fat. Very very fat.
Brief History: Robotnik erased all course of his early years for the annals of Eggmanlandian history. However, it is known that he was a brilliant and promising robotics scientist, making entire leaps and bounds in the technology- before him, robotics were only slightly more advanced then current era technology. After single handedly revolutionizing the field of robotics, he was hailed as a genius by all, and appointed a high-ranking position in 'The Guild of Science', the greatest professors of Mobius. The Guild of Science were high advisers to the anthropomorphic leaders of Mobius- most 'humans' were not allowed to entire the field of politics, making the position even more esteemed.
However, overwhelming success had made Robotnik hunger for more. Something deep inside his own conscious begged for a revolution, more recognition, more power. One could theorize that Robotnik (then 34) had lived his life in ridicule and slander. One could think that he was taunted his entire life because of his weight or antics, or perhaps that he was just born with a few screws loose, and the sudden status and power he received just blew the rest out. Three years later, he managed to ubsurb the leader of the Guild, with the invention of the 'E-G-G- CARRIER', a ship that could achieve faster-than light travel with a crew of only one man and millions of robots.
He used his newer position to lead a revolution and war aganist the more nature-in-tuned Mobius 'beastmen', and after a long and bloody conflict (that has since been romanticized in propaganda films such as "The Adventures of the Amazing Eggman!" and the popular cartoon show "ROBOTNIK X") the beastmen were cleansed from the universe. Newly claimed 'Eggmanland' came under the rule of the 'benevolent' dictatorship of Robotnik (he had disassembled the guild during wartime, and slowly dissolved all political power other than himself) and all citizens were indoctrinated into his humble minions and peons. Those that resisted had a habit of vanishing and then reappearing inside of holes in the ground.
Most, if not all work in Eggmanland was done by robots, with the remaining citizens encouraged to 'enjoy themselves' under the reign of Robotnik, whom paid every expense to keep the public happy. More or less, Robotnik now was the only man in power over an entire world. This power drove him even more off the edge, taking part in what can only be described as 'super villainy' as he created gravity beams to ram some planets into other planets for sheer fun.
Recently, the Eggman Empire has taken to colonizing worlds outside their solar system. Robotnik himself lead an expedition into the unknown, hoping to find intelligent beings that he could sway under his control, and more strange sensations to exprience. Then, while aboard his fortress ship, something terrible happened- his ship was sucked into a worm hole and transported into the Sol Galaxy. Separated from his fleet, he crash landed on Earth (more specifically, in Greenland) and has yet to voyage to the outside world...
Reason for being on AM: Inter-dimensional worm hole.
Sample RP:
Cold. It always was cold in space. It seemed to be one of the inevitable facts of the universe- if you walked onto a Covenant ship, it was bound to be cold. But not in the same way that a tundra is cold, or a block of ice was cold. It was the sort of chill that you felt even if it was warm. It was a curious feeling to be sure. Karkinus always pondered the feeling, being unable to give an example other then the ship where he had felt the familiar temperature before. Even now, as he stood over the corpse of his father, Karkinus couldn't help but guess.
His father was the first to point it out to him, the first person that had really noticed how unpleasant space-travel was. Even for the northern, tundra dwelling folk that his family was, they still found discomfort in the long corridors of a starcraft. He had noticed it as the 'Sangheili' as they were called, had lead him to cramped quarters on their first trip to High Charity. His hairs perked up, and his chest followed astute. As time in the Covenant lead both his father and Karkinus to become accustomed to the unwelcoming temperature a space-fairing vessel, they're hair no longer stood on end. Today was an departure from this: Karkinus's hair had never stood up higher.
The hulking brute looked down at his blood-soaked thighs and knelled before his father's body. Surely, there were more important things to ponder then the temperature. His father had spoke to him before he dealt the killing blow...what did he say? Had he forgotten his father's final words? Impossible! Karkinus would never dare to inflict such a dishonor to his father. Such a thing would be worthy of a heretic, but not the son of a chieftain. Karkinus looked back, from minutes ago while his father still drew breath. Surely he could remember, if only he thought on the following events.
...
Karkinus began to remember. Suddenly, it was ten minutes ago. With a burly heart, he had pressed forth into his Father's quarters. As per his schedule, he was practicing the Jiralhanae martial arts. He attacked a large wooden log, reminiscent of the mighty trees of Doisac, tearing it bit by bit. He had spent the past half hour working at it, and it showed on the log, which was scared by the countless savage blows dealt to it. It seemed as though the practice had been winding down when Karkinus finally arrived. He allowed his father to continue even as the majestic doorway lifted. He never said a word- it was best to let his father have one last practice before he challenged him. He bowed his head in respect as he landed kicks and punches to the firm wooden block.
"So you have come."
His father spoke to him as he fought. He faint smile was on his lips as he spoke, a sort of fatherly pride mixed with the grim realization of his own mortality. He knew why Karkinus was there. He could see it in his eyes. In the way he moved, they way he held himself, the fashion which he walked showed his intent.
"So I have."
"You will have no need to make a concession- I am quite prepared."
"I had planned to make no concession. I had chosen this time for good reason."
"Indeed, it as good as any, pup."
Pup. His father had called him pup when he was a child. He stopped using it once he achieved maturity, at least in public. On rare occasions, his father would use the nickname. I seemed as though now was one of those precious 'rare occasions'.
"I challenge you. Unarmed combat. What say you, father?"
"So it is time then?...I accept."
Karkinus moved back slight and began to prepare himself for his last encounter with his father. He saw his father do that same, snapping his neck and cracking his knuckles. His smile was more apparent, the grimness disappearing. It was time to die, and he knew that. It was best to give his son a good fight and a lesson to learn before he went.
"Best luck to you, father."
"May the gods guide your blows, young Karkinus."
With that, Karkinus charged at his father. As soon as he made contact, he felt a crushing blow to his chest as a knee flew into it. Soon after, an elbow crashed down upon Karkinus's back, knocking the wind out of him. He pressed on however, pushing his father aganist the wall before being thrown to the ground. Karkinus's father pounced shortly thereafter, and his son barely managed to roll out of the way before getting up and delivering a sharp kick to his sides. His father laughed, as he rolled on the ground in pain.
"You have learned much, pup!"
He jumped up in spite of the pain. The two circled each other, growling, each attempting to anticipate the other's next move. Once more, his father jumped in the air, attempted to club Karkinus's head with his fists. Karkinus reacted with a jumping tackle, throwing them both to the floor again. They thrashed aganist each other on the ground, attempting to get up from the floor so they might gain the upper hand. A swipe of claws made a gash in Karkinus's chest. He felt blood, warm blood, but no pain. Karkinus retaliated, rolling away, standing up, and then jumping on his father before he could get up.
As he feet touched his father's hairy abdomen, Karkinus reached down. He gripped his father's neck, holding it tightly, squeezing the life out of him. A sudden punch to the side threw Karkinus off of the body, allowing his father to grasp for breath. He attempted to desperately clawed his way up. Karkinus never gave him the chance. Through sheer persistence, Karkinus stood up once more. He managed to make it to his father as he struggled, picking him up before forcing him to his knees. He wrapped his hands around his parent's head. The man who had raised him all his life. His father then began to laugh a low, raspy chuckle, before full on bellowing out, stopped only by occasional coughing.
"Hee...Karkinus...Never forget the nature of the Jiralhanae...Karkinus...And never forget the nature of the Sangheili...there will be much turmoil between us in the future...and it shall be you who I leave...to insure we do not destroy one another..."
Karkinus spoke not, and closed his eyes, listening to his words. When they stopped, he remained silent, contemplating the action he was to do and the effects of it. In that moment, he longed for the times of his youth on Doisac, without the Covenant, his life without the faith, with the young race too ignorant to understand the truth behind the universe: the truth of the gods. But he would not allow himself to be swayed into or stopping what had to be done. The past was a pleasent distraction, but even if there were no gods or anything else in the sky, he would still have to murder his father. He closed his eyes: he had a duty to preform- and a father to execute.
"Farewell...Karkinus..."
With that, a snap echoed all around the room. Karkinus's parent lay dead, his neck contorted in a fashion similar of a cooked thornbeast. It was then, the recourse of his actions had occurred to him fully in scale. He allowed himself to mourn, and let out a scream of both victory...and remorse.
...
Cold. It always was cold in space. Not cold in the same way a tundra is cold or a block of ice, but cold nonetheless. Karkinus finally found himself able to recall his father's last words. He analysand them, dissected them, pondered them. Had the gods granted him a vision of events to come in his final hours? Had his own foresight and wisdom allow him to see what he could not? A war? A schism?...another age to come? Past the age of Reclamation, an age of...confrontation? Betrayal? What?
His father laid dead on his thighs. Karkinus's head moved as his eyes looked over the shell of his mentor. He must find some way to pay him respect, he thought. Some way other then a burial to honor the lessons taught to him, to respect the spirit of his deceased parent. Only then did he release that his hands were still around the Chieftain's skull. A smile crept along his face, as he knew what to do. With a quick tug, he tore the head from his father's body, flooding the nearby floor with blood. He kissed the disembodied skull, gripping it tightly. A trophy. A memoir.
Karkinus stood up proudly. It was still cold. But a feeling inside him made it warmer.
Theme Songs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-fFuGphOmU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxeSNmd55Yc
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdSzygQKTA8&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5GwEb1g-HU&feature=related
Nicknames: DNA (c-box name was a character name for a failed RE rp website)
Main Account: Dr. Ivo Robotnik
Who else do you play?: N/A
How did you find us?: Advertisement
Category: Video Game
Name: Dr. Ivo Robotnik
Alias: 'Eggman'
Age: 49
Ranking: Villain
Physical Appearance: fc04.deviantart.net/fs39/f/2008/316/5/f/Dr__Eggman_by_wandger.jpg
Personality: Despite a keen and astounding intelligence, Robotnik is known on his home planet of Eggmanland (previously known as Mobius) as immature as he his knowledgeable- though the smart dare not say it to his face. The good doctor, while releasing his tactics could be called 'ruthless', never imagines that he does 'evil' or that his own actions would not benefit everyone if they fell through. Even his rein of so-called 'terror' on Eggmanland, he viewed his aggressive conquest of the planet as well as his subsequent title of 'Emperor' to be in the best interest of the world (at this point, worlds) under his rule.
However, he does have one flaw which he is fully aware of- hedonism. Seeking no more then the perfect life, and an immortal one at that, Eggman often times pleasures himself with spontaneous adventures, expeditions, the finest wines and foods available, and so on and so forth. He believes that those who don't follow a similar lifestyle need to be "re-educated", making normal, world destroying weapons into those worthy of elaborate comic villains, and even making most everything he owns in his obtuse shape. Hell, just look at the name of his empire- The Eggman Empire. From that, one can gather that this man takes eccentrics to the extreme.
Powers/Abilities:
Genius Intellect (Over 300 IQ)
Super Strength
Equipment:
Egg-o-matic hovercraft, can change to land-based forms and water-based forms after modification in the Fortress Ship. Only Primary (Scout mode) is listed, others can and will be edited onto the profile
)SCOUT FUNCTION(
-Floats
-Can deploy 'Badniks'
-Frontal laser cannons
-Deploy-able glass-shield around cock-pit
-Large ball-and-chain weapon, deployable
Ionic Cannon (wrist mounted)
-Ammo- 'ION' CELLS
-Rate of fire- BEAM (STUN), BOLTS (KILL)
(STUN- knocks the target unconscious by paralyzing the central nervous system)
(KILL- fries the central nervous system, causing death)
E-GG FIGHTERS
-Primary Infantry-
Often wield some sort of melee weapon or a Laz-Stick
Laz-Stick
-Ammo- 'ION' CELLS
-Rate of fire- BOLTS
-Uses- MELEE COMBAT (spiked end of the rifles), GUNFIGHTS
Weaknesses
Supremely overconfident and childish- will never think that his plan could be flawed before usage, and even then, will blame someone else for his failure. Prone to temper-tantrums.
Supremely overconfident and childish- will never think that his plan could be flawed before usage, and even then, will blame someone else for his failure. Prone to temper-tantrums.
Psychological Flaws:
And extreme inferiority complex, suppressed with the constant need to build and command. In lieu of his relative sucess, has been garnering a god-complex, little by little. Also, extremely childish.
Physical Flaws:
Fat. Very very fat.
Brief History: Robotnik erased all course of his early years for the annals of Eggmanlandian history. However, it is known that he was a brilliant and promising robotics scientist, making entire leaps and bounds in the technology- before him, robotics were only slightly more advanced then current era technology. After single handedly revolutionizing the field of robotics, he was hailed as a genius by all, and appointed a high-ranking position in 'The Guild of Science', the greatest professors of Mobius. The Guild of Science were high advisers to the anthropomorphic leaders of Mobius- most 'humans' were not allowed to entire the field of politics, making the position even more esteemed.
However, overwhelming success had made Robotnik hunger for more. Something deep inside his own conscious begged for a revolution, more recognition, more power. One could theorize that Robotnik (then 34) had lived his life in ridicule and slander. One could think that he was taunted his entire life because of his weight or antics, or perhaps that he was just born with a few screws loose, and the sudden status and power he received just blew the rest out. Three years later, he managed to ubsurb the leader of the Guild, with the invention of the 'E-G-G- CARRIER', a ship that could achieve faster-than light travel with a crew of only one man and millions of robots.
He used his newer position to lead a revolution and war aganist the more nature-in-tuned Mobius 'beastmen', and after a long and bloody conflict (that has since been romanticized in propaganda films such as "The Adventures of the Amazing Eggman!" and the popular cartoon show "ROBOTNIK X") the beastmen were cleansed from the universe. Newly claimed 'Eggmanland' came under the rule of the 'benevolent' dictatorship of Robotnik (he had disassembled the guild during wartime, and slowly dissolved all political power other than himself) and all citizens were indoctrinated into his humble minions and peons. Those that resisted had a habit of vanishing and then reappearing inside of holes in the ground.
Most, if not all work in Eggmanland was done by robots, with the remaining citizens encouraged to 'enjoy themselves' under the reign of Robotnik, whom paid every expense to keep the public happy. More or less, Robotnik now was the only man in power over an entire world. This power drove him even more off the edge, taking part in what can only be described as 'super villainy' as he created gravity beams to ram some planets into other planets for sheer fun.
Recently, the Eggman Empire has taken to colonizing worlds outside their solar system. Robotnik himself lead an expedition into the unknown, hoping to find intelligent beings that he could sway under his control, and more strange sensations to exprience. Then, while aboard his fortress ship, something terrible happened- his ship was sucked into a worm hole and transported into the Sol Galaxy. Separated from his fleet, he crash landed on Earth (more specifically, in Greenland) and has yet to voyage to the outside world...
Reason for being on AM: Inter-dimensional worm hole.
Sample RP:
Cold. It always was cold in space. It seemed to be one of the inevitable facts of the universe- if you walked onto a Covenant ship, it was bound to be cold. But not in the same way that a tundra is cold, or a block of ice was cold. It was the sort of chill that you felt even if it was warm. It was a curious feeling to be sure. Karkinus always pondered the feeling, being unable to give an example other then the ship where he had felt the familiar temperature before. Even now, as he stood over the corpse of his father, Karkinus couldn't help but guess.
His father was the first to point it out to him, the first person that had really noticed how unpleasant space-travel was. Even for the northern, tundra dwelling folk that his family was, they still found discomfort in the long corridors of a starcraft. He had noticed it as the 'Sangheili' as they were called, had lead him to cramped quarters on their first trip to High Charity. His hairs perked up, and his chest followed astute. As time in the Covenant lead both his father and Karkinus to become accustomed to the unwelcoming temperature a space-fairing vessel, they're hair no longer stood on end. Today was an departure from this: Karkinus's hair had never stood up higher.
The hulking brute looked down at his blood-soaked thighs and knelled before his father's body. Surely, there were more important things to ponder then the temperature. His father had spoke to him before he dealt the killing blow...what did he say? Had he forgotten his father's final words? Impossible! Karkinus would never dare to inflict such a dishonor to his father. Such a thing would be worthy of a heretic, but not the son of a chieftain. Karkinus looked back, from minutes ago while his father still drew breath. Surely he could remember, if only he thought on the following events.
...
Karkinus began to remember. Suddenly, it was ten minutes ago. With a burly heart, he had pressed forth into his Father's quarters. As per his schedule, he was practicing the Jiralhanae martial arts. He attacked a large wooden log, reminiscent of the mighty trees of Doisac, tearing it bit by bit. He had spent the past half hour working at it, and it showed on the log, which was scared by the countless savage blows dealt to it. It seemed as though the practice had been winding down when Karkinus finally arrived. He allowed his father to continue even as the majestic doorway lifted. He never said a word- it was best to let his father have one last practice before he challenged him. He bowed his head in respect as he landed kicks and punches to the firm wooden block.
"So you have come."
His father spoke to him as he fought. He faint smile was on his lips as he spoke, a sort of fatherly pride mixed with the grim realization of his own mortality. He knew why Karkinus was there. He could see it in his eyes. In the way he moved, they way he held himself, the fashion which he walked showed his intent.
"So I have."
"You will have no need to make a concession- I am quite prepared."
"I had planned to make no concession. I had chosen this time for good reason."
"Indeed, it as good as any, pup."
Pup. His father had called him pup when he was a child. He stopped using it once he achieved maturity, at least in public. On rare occasions, his father would use the nickname. I seemed as though now was one of those precious 'rare occasions'.
"I challenge you. Unarmed combat. What say you, father?"
"So it is time then?...I accept."
Karkinus moved back slight and began to prepare himself for his last encounter with his father. He saw his father do that same, snapping his neck and cracking his knuckles. His smile was more apparent, the grimness disappearing. It was time to die, and he knew that. It was best to give his son a good fight and a lesson to learn before he went.
"Best luck to you, father."
"May the gods guide your blows, young Karkinus."
With that, Karkinus charged at his father. As soon as he made contact, he felt a crushing blow to his chest as a knee flew into it. Soon after, an elbow crashed down upon Karkinus's back, knocking the wind out of him. He pressed on however, pushing his father aganist the wall before being thrown to the ground. Karkinus's father pounced shortly thereafter, and his son barely managed to roll out of the way before getting up and delivering a sharp kick to his sides. His father laughed, as he rolled on the ground in pain.
"You have learned much, pup!"
He jumped up in spite of the pain. The two circled each other, growling, each attempting to anticipate the other's next move. Once more, his father jumped in the air, attempted to club Karkinus's head with his fists. Karkinus reacted with a jumping tackle, throwing them both to the floor again. They thrashed aganist each other on the ground, attempting to get up from the floor so they might gain the upper hand. A swipe of claws made a gash in Karkinus's chest. He felt blood, warm blood, but no pain. Karkinus retaliated, rolling away, standing up, and then jumping on his father before he could get up.
As he feet touched his father's hairy abdomen, Karkinus reached down. He gripped his father's neck, holding it tightly, squeezing the life out of him. A sudden punch to the side threw Karkinus off of the body, allowing his father to grasp for breath. He attempted to desperately clawed his way up. Karkinus never gave him the chance. Through sheer persistence, Karkinus stood up once more. He managed to make it to his father as he struggled, picking him up before forcing him to his knees. He wrapped his hands around his parent's head. The man who had raised him all his life. His father then began to laugh a low, raspy chuckle, before full on bellowing out, stopped only by occasional coughing.
"Hee...Karkinus...Never forget the nature of the Jiralhanae...Karkinus...And never forget the nature of the Sangheili...there will be much turmoil between us in the future...and it shall be you who I leave...to insure we do not destroy one another..."
Karkinus spoke not, and closed his eyes, listening to his words. When they stopped, he remained silent, contemplating the action he was to do and the effects of it. In that moment, he longed for the times of his youth on Doisac, without the Covenant, his life without the faith, with the young race too ignorant to understand the truth behind the universe: the truth of the gods. But he would not allow himself to be swayed into or stopping what had to be done. The past was a pleasent distraction, but even if there were no gods or anything else in the sky, he would still have to murder his father. He closed his eyes: he had a duty to preform- and a father to execute.
"Farewell...Karkinus..."
With that, a snap echoed all around the room. Karkinus's parent lay dead, his neck contorted in a fashion similar of a cooked thornbeast. It was then, the recourse of his actions had occurred to him fully in scale. He allowed himself to mourn, and let out a scream of both victory...and remorse.
...
Cold. It always was cold in space. Not cold in the same way a tundra is cold or a block of ice, but cold nonetheless. Karkinus finally found himself able to recall his father's last words. He analysand them, dissected them, pondered them. Had the gods granted him a vision of events to come in his final hours? Had his own foresight and wisdom allow him to see what he could not? A war? A schism?...another age to come? Past the age of Reclamation, an age of...confrontation? Betrayal? What?
His father laid dead on his thighs. Karkinus's head moved as his eyes looked over the shell of his mentor. He must find some way to pay him respect, he thought. Some way other then a burial to honor the lessons taught to him, to respect the spirit of his deceased parent. Only then did he release that his hands were still around the Chieftain's skull. A smile crept along his face, as he knew what to do. With a quick tug, he tore the head from his father's body, flooding the nearby floor with blood. He kissed the disembodied skull, gripping it tightly. A trophy. A memoir.
Karkinus stood up proudly. It was still cold. But a feeling inside him made it warmer.
Theme Songs:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-fFuGphOmU
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxeSNmd55Yc
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rdSzygQKTA8&feature=related
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5GwEb1g-HU&feature=related
