Post by slade on Nov 26, 2010 23:01:45 GMT -5
Cbox Name:JaxGardener
Nicknames:Jax
Main Account:Jax
Who else do you play on AM?:Jax Gardener
Category :DC-(Teen Titan's version)
Name:Unknown
Alias:Slade
Age:Unknown
Ranking:Slade.((put him in neutral))
Physical Appearance:
Slade's signature black and orange helmet has remained but after his return from thenetherrealms, from the land down under, from the not so promised land, ahhh forget it. From Hell... he came back from Hell alright!... anyways after that he decided his costume needed some updating, some improvements... he kept the sleek svelte look but added some armor plates crafted of light but strong materials, added hidden compartments in the plates rather then bulk up a belt, and included a few surprises in the new design.
Personality:meticulous, calculating, sarcastic, smug. some might even say sadistic. Many words describe this man that threw Jump City into chaos many a time. He thinks things out five steps ahead, he plans to turn things to his advantage that should be impossible, while confident he doesn't tend towards arrogance believing that one should leave their options open and always have a way out. Recently though after his death and resurrection Slade has pulled back a bit from his machinations and trying a slightly more hands on approach to his businesses. He does not seek redemption but rather just the completion of the goals he has set for himself no matter what the cost, if he must be remembered and hated by the world he could care less. Despite his ruthlessness he is excellent at manipulating others and with is apprentices can easily shift from evil genius to sympathetic listener to dedicated trainer... of course all this is to farther his own goals but that is to be expected. He is Slade.
Powers/Abilities:
I am a genius after all- Slade has a very high I.Q. Letting him plan out moves both in battle and out in multiple layers of deception and trickery it is hard to tell where reality ends and his deceptions begin. He is excellent at using people's strength against them and outwitting even the most intelligent of foes. His intellect let him understand both technology and some cerimonial magic though he prefers technology to magic, more reliable
I know kung fu- and karate, and ninjitsu... honestly if we knew which ones to name it would probably be quicker to name the martial art styles Slade doesn't know...
Tools and Talent- Slade's martial art skills are impressive but Slade is even more deadly with a weapon in his hand, disdaining clumsy fire arms he prefers more versatile weapons such as staves and various throwing weapons but where he excels is in the theater of bladed weapons. He tends not to use them unless he is fighting someone he good reason to go all out against and foes worthy of that are few and very far between.
Enhanced physical- Slade's physical abilities are above those of a normal man, just short of superhuman in agility, strength, and reflexes. Amongst his abilities enhanced healing are among them, it is not regeneration as evidence of his missing eye but instead a enhancement of the bodies natural healing process. In addition due to Slade's time spent "in the deep south" and return his endurance seems to have increased by his questionable full resurrection, Already impressive endurance besides he has noticed he just doesn't seem to get tired anymore. He just keeps going and going, nothing seems to outlast the semi-damned.
Semi-Damned- Slade picked up more then just a very fancy Axe when he was "in the deep south" and received more then just his life back, it seems he brought back a portion of the power Trigon granted him, a power to manifest hellish flames. It is nowhere near the level it once was but instead manifests as the ability to throw basketball sized fireballs, engulf weapons of choice in unholy flame, and emit a cone of fire. While he considers these powers a boon he prefers to use his own abilities in combat saving these powers for when needed.
Equipment: In addition to the improvement of his armor Slade has added a few tricks to his suit, a built in grappling hook in each forearm (so instead of falling in a lava pool he can zip line to safety, Intelligence means learning from your mistakes.), hidden pockets for throwing weapons, bombs, smoke bombs, and small syringes with various knock-out drugs contained with, and also hidden is a state of the art weapon of his own making. Constructed of memory metal what at first glance appears to be a simple foot long metal pool is much more, it can extend to staff length and farther, split down the middle becoming two, and lengthen and flatten into blades on either end allowing him to wield various types of weapons from one simple weapon platform, favorites include twin blades, a double bladed sword, and a simple spear.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws:
Temper, temper- Most of the time a cool collected individual Slade can exhibit a wild temper when his machinations are undone, all his work, all his planning gone in an instant... it's not something he enjoys.
Obsessed- Slade seems unwilling and unable to just walk away from a task he has taken up. He will do anything, sacrifice anyone to complete his goals... even himself if need be.
Physical Flaws:
Only 'human'- Despite various abilities and coming back from the darkest abyss he is still more or less merely human. You manage to hurt him enough or do enough damage he will die just like any other human.
Slightly Damned- Coming back from hell with a few new tricks was not without it's price, the unholy power within him reacts negatively to items or people of great holiness causing him pain while not doing more damage to him a holy weapon is VERY uncomfortable when used against him.
Brief History: No one really seems to know the story of Slade, where he came from, why he hates Jump City so much... but one must wonder, he knows the city so well, knows the heroic mindset so well... everyone knows what happens when a hero fails his city... but what happens when a city fails it's hero.
Reason for being on AM: His empire shattered, the world as he knows it changing Slade seeks to confront those that would take his missions out of his hands. Those whose machinations would have results that Slade does not want to see completed. Thus uncomfortably in what some might call the 'lesser of evils' Slade goes forth... to do what he does best.
Sample RP:
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Silence reigned in the museum more or less, the quiet broken only by the occasional inhuman groan as the undead roamed the halls on their never ending search for flesh, for meat, for relief from the hunger that consumed them. They scanned the floors, the stairs, the hallways, the rooms they could get too... Like so many humans they rarely looked up and thus they missed what might have been a tasty morsel as he calmly walked the rafters towards his destination. It was easy, almost too easy. Slade could have easily gotten someone else to do this, his apprentice, one of her pets, mayhaps her guardian 'angel' but once in a while he preferred to take the hands on approach to these little additions to his plan, plus he was worried about the temptation that it might pose to her and he wasn't quite ready to deal with her quest... not yet... tomorrow was another day of course...
His passage through the museum was unexciting, he had planned his route, planned his speed and tactics and it seemed unsurprisingly that despite a few zombies out a place and a guard who had screamed out to him for help after he had been cornered after some time in the museum that things were right on schedule. He had even taken the time to do the guard a favor... a quick thrown knife had stopped his heart without letting the undead plague know he was there, it had confused them but they were still far to simple to be a challenge.
Finally he had made it, the room he sought in the museum had not been the 'valuables' upstairs, it had not been the baubles within their glass cases, what he sought had been in some of the lowest levels of the museum, in fact he was pleasantly surprised to find the door to the storage room locked from the inside... it had taken him just a few seconds to get through the look and stepping over some molten metal he gazed around at what was cast into stark relief by the emergency lights flickering from the ceiling. Slade did not know how they had lasted as long as they did but he did not care, it suited his needs just fine. His feet took him silently though the room, his hands clasped behind his back as he appreciated the treasure store he had discovered. Beneath his mask he grinned at the foolish curators who shoved objects of 'questionable' origins in storage and forgot about them. It had taken him plenty of research to discover the location of a very particular such object. Now all he needed to do was locate it in the room and he could leave, he believed his apprentice's guardian was going to try her hand at cooking again and he wanted to be sure Eliza had replaced the fire extinguishers after last time... she was turning into such a useful tool, he didn't want to lose her to something so senseless... not yet.
Almost humming to himself Slade came to himself as he found the desk of the man in charge of the room, he was still there seated at his desk slumped back in the seat. Slade didn't bother checking his vitals. Living people weren't that thin nor that still. A quick glanced confirmed that he had preferred to starve to death in his domain then risk the corps of corpses walking the halls. He peered over the man's shoulder and was gratified to see he had taken his last moments making sure the storage room was organized and cataloged. Doing what he loved to the end it seemed. Slade could respect that plus it made this last part so much easier.
Skimming through the book quickly Slade nodded satisfactorily at the find and headed back into the aisles. Step after step brought him closer to his goal till he came upon it in an out of the way corner, dusty and forgotten. A simple clay orb with what looked to the untrained eye as simple scratches on it's surface, to Slade it was alot more...
"Gozarian artifact, ancient, predating Atlantis itself and they stick it in a forgotten corner of a storage room... Excellent."
Truth be told Slade had been worried someone might have figured out it's true worth, it's true value... but it appeared his worry was unfounded. There were times he was quite satisfied with being wrong. He paused to admired it... and then drove his fist through it's surface. The ancient clay came apart in an instant before his onslaught. The pieces scattered and shattered as they hit the ground one after another... all but one piece, one seemingly unimportant piece the size of half a tissue paper. Slade bent down and picked it up tilting it till the inner surface was pointed away from the light, till it was in shade. He gazed in silence as a rune carved on the inside of the piece gaze off a faint red glow and then faded. Once again Slade grinned and resisted the temptation to hold it above his head in triumph. He settled for returned to the desk of the head of this department and helping himself to a specimen box to hold the shard in. Satisfied with it's well being Slade once more set off, his exit as quiet as his entrance.
Theme Songs: Vicarious by Tool
Nicknames:Jax
Main Account:Jax
Who else do you play on AM?:Jax Gardener
Category :DC-(Teen Titan's version)
Name:Unknown
Alias:Slade
Age:Unknown
Ranking:Slade.((put him in neutral))
Physical Appearance:
Slade's signature black and orange helmet has remained but after his return from the
Personality:meticulous, calculating, sarcastic, smug. some might even say sadistic. Many words describe this man that threw Jump City into chaos many a time. He thinks things out five steps ahead, he plans to turn things to his advantage that should be impossible, while confident he doesn't tend towards arrogance believing that one should leave their options open and always have a way out. Recently though after his death and resurrection Slade has pulled back a bit from his machinations and trying a slightly more hands on approach to his businesses. He does not seek redemption but rather just the completion of the goals he has set for himself no matter what the cost, if he must be remembered and hated by the world he could care less. Despite his ruthlessness he is excellent at manipulating others and with is apprentices can easily shift from evil genius to sympathetic listener to dedicated trainer... of course all this is to farther his own goals but that is to be expected. He is Slade.
Powers/Abilities:
I am a genius after all- Slade has a very high I.Q. Letting him plan out moves both in battle and out in multiple layers of deception and trickery it is hard to tell where reality ends and his deceptions begin. He is excellent at using people's strength against them and outwitting even the most intelligent of foes. His intellect let him understand both technology and some cerimonial magic though he prefers technology to magic, more reliable
I know kung fu- and karate, and ninjitsu... honestly if we knew which ones to name it would probably be quicker to name the martial art styles Slade doesn't know...
Tools and Talent- Slade's martial art skills are impressive but Slade is even more deadly with a weapon in his hand, disdaining clumsy fire arms he prefers more versatile weapons such as staves and various throwing weapons but where he excels is in the theater of bladed weapons. He tends not to use them unless he is fighting someone he good reason to go all out against and foes worthy of that are few and very far between.
Enhanced physical- Slade's physical abilities are above those of a normal man, just short of superhuman in agility, strength, and reflexes. Amongst his abilities enhanced healing are among them, it is not regeneration as evidence of his missing eye but instead a enhancement of the bodies natural healing process. In addition due to Slade's time spent "in the deep south" and return his endurance seems to have increased by his questionable full resurrection, Already impressive endurance besides he has noticed he just doesn't seem to get tired anymore. He just keeps going and going, nothing seems to outlast the semi-damned.
Semi-Damned- Slade picked up more then just a very fancy Axe when he was "in the deep south" and received more then just his life back, it seems he brought back a portion of the power Trigon granted him, a power to manifest hellish flames. It is nowhere near the level it once was but instead manifests as the ability to throw basketball sized fireballs, engulf weapons of choice in unholy flame, and emit a cone of fire. While he considers these powers a boon he prefers to use his own abilities in combat saving these powers for when needed.
Equipment: In addition to the improvement of his armor Slade has added a few tricks to his suit, a built in grappling hook in each forearm (so instead of falling in a lava pool he can zip line to safety, Intelligence means learning from your mistakes.), hidden pockets for throwing weapons, bombs, smoke bombs, and small syringes with various knock-out drugs contained with, and also hidden is a state of the art weapon of his own making. Constructed of memory metal what at first glance appears to be a simple foot long metal pool is much more, it can extend to staff length and farther, split down the middle becoming two, and lengthen and flatten into blades on either end allowing him to wield various types of weapons from one simple weapon platform, favorites include twin blades, a double bladed sword, and a simple spear.
Weaknesses...
Psychological Flaws:
Temper, temper- Most of the time a cool collected individual Slade can exhibit a wild temper when his machinations are undone, all his work, all his planning gone in an instant... it's not something he enjoys.
Obsessed- Slade seems unwilling and unable to just walk away from a task he has taken up. He will do anything, sacrifice anyone to complete his goals... even himself if need be.
Physical Flaws:
Only 'human'- Despite various abilities and coming back from the darkest abyss he is still more or less merely human. You manage to hurt him enough or do enough damage he will die just like any other human.
Slightly Damned- Coming back from hell with a few new tricks was not without it's price, the unholy power within him reacts negatively to items or people of great holiness causing him pain while not doing more damage to him a holy weapon is VERY uncomfortable when used against him.
Brief History: No one really seems to know the story of Slade, where he came from, why he hates Jump City so much... but one must wonder, he knows the city so well, knows the heroic mindset so well... everyone knows what happens when a hero fails his city... but what happens when a city fails it's hero.
Reason for being on AM: His empire shattered, the world as he knows it changing Slade seeks to confront those that would take his missions out of his hands. Those whose machinations would have results that Slade does not want to see completed. Thus uncomfortably in what some might call the 'lesser of evils' Slade goes forth... to do what he does best.
Sample RP:
___________________________________________________
Silence reigned in the museum more or less, the quiet broken only by the occasional inhuman groan as the undead roamed the halls on their never ending search for flesh, for meat, for relief from the hunger that consumed them. They scanned the floors, the stairs, the hallways, the rooms they could get too... Like so many humans they rarely looked up and thus they missed what might have been a tasty morsel as he calmly walked the rafters towards his destination. It was easy, almost too easy. Slade could have easily gotten someone else to do this, his apprentice, one of her pets, mayhaps her guardian 'angel' but once in a while he preferred to take the hands on approach to these little additions to his plan, plus he was worried about the temptation that it might pose to her and he wasn't quite ready to deal with her quest... not yet... tomorrow was another day of course...
His passage through the museum was unexciting, he had planned his route, planned his speed and tactics and it seemed unsurprisingly that despite a few zombies out a place and a guard who had screamed out to him for help after he had been cornered after some time in the museum that things were right on schedule. He had even taken the time to do the guard a favor... a quick thrown knife had stopped his heart without letting the undead plague know he was there, it had confused them but they were still far to simple to be a challenge.
Finally he had made it, the room he sought in the museum had not been the 'valuables' upstairs, it had not been the baubles within their glass cases, what he sought had been in some of the lowest levels of the museum, in fact he was pleasantly surprised to find the door to the storage room locked from the inside... it had taken him just a few seconds to get through the look and stepping over some molten metal he gazed around at what was cast into stark relief by the emergency lights flickering from the ceiling. Slade did not know how they had lasted as long as they did but he did not care, it suited his needs just fine. His feet took him silently though the room, his hands clasped behind his back as he appreciated the treasure store he had discovered. Beneath his mask he grinned at the foolish curators who shoved objects of 'questionable' origins in storage and forgot about them. It had taken him plenty of research to discover the location of a very particular such object. Now all he needed to do was locate it in the room and he could leave, he believed his apprentice's guardian was going to try her hand at cooking again and he wanted to be sure Eliza had replaced the fire extinguishers after last time... she was turning into such a useful tool, he didn't want to lose her to something so senseless... not yet.
Almost humming to himself Slade came to himself as he found the desk of the man in charge of the room, he was still there seated at his desk slumped back in the seat. Slade didn't bother checking his vitals. Living people weren't that thin nor that still. A quick glanced confirmed that he had preferred to starve to death in his domain then risk the corps of corpses walking the halls. He peered over the man's shoulder and was gratified to see he had taken his last moments making sure the storage room was organized and cataloged. Doing what he loved to the end it seemed. Slade could respect that plus it made this last part so much easier.
Skimming through the book quickly Slade nodded satisfactorily at the find and headed back into the aisles. Step after step brought him closer to his goal till he came upon it in an out of the way corner, dusty and forgotten. A simple clay orb with what looked to the untrained eye as simple scratches on it's surface, to Slade it was alot more...
"Gozarian artifact, ancient, predating Atlantis itself and they stick it in a forgotten corner of a storage room... Excellent."
Truth be told Slade had been worried someone might have figured out it's true worth, it's true value... but it appeared his worry was unfounded. There were times he was quite satisfied with being wrong. He paused to admired it... and then drove his fist through it's surface. The ancient clay came apart in an instant before his onslaught. The pieces scattered and shattered as they hit the ground one after another... all but one piece, one seemingly unimportant piece the size of half a tissue paper. Slade bent down and picked it up tilting it till the inner surface was pointed away from the light, till it was in shade. He gazed in silence as a rune carved on the inside of the piece gaze off a faint red glow and then faded. Once again Slade grinned and resisted the temptation to hold it above his head in triumph. He settled for returned to the desk of the head of this department and helping himself to a specimen box to hold the shard in. Satisfied with it's well being Slade once more set off, his exit as quiet as his entrance.
Theme Songs: Vicarious by Tool
