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Post by Asphalt on Oct 23, 2011 18:37:25 GMT -5
Since this Kumite thing seems to be stickin around I figured I would put my figs for D's tourneys all in one spot. My first was Nicholas "Riposte" Duncan Nicholas Duncan “Riposte” Bio: Nick Dunkan thought he had a pretty good life going for him. He had a decent job working for his father’s construction company, a great girlfriend, and a very good chance of making it onto the 2012 Olympic Fencing Team. That was until he lost his hand to something the government tells him doesn’t exist. And that he would cease to exist if he told anyone what really happened. It all happened while Nick was exploring a newly opened tunnel. Rather than order one of his men down into the tunnel to take rock soundings Nick went himself. Looking back he would probably tell you that was his greatest mistake, and the beginning of his greatest adventure. Turning the corner of the tunnel he saw something coming towards him. He lifted his light to get a better look, and saw the yellowest eyes, reddest scales, biggest smile he could ever hope to avoid close over the flashlight, and his right hand. He awoke in the hospital the next day with two feds sitting in the seat next time him. They informed him that he was bitten by an escaped iguana, and if he told anyone otherwise he would not live to tell anyone anything else. Shortly thereafter he met Earl, the head of Monster Hunter International. Earl informed Nick that monsters, all those scary stories, bumps in the night, boogymen in the closet, were real. He also told him that if he was up to the challenge, he could have the opportunity to give the beast a little payback. So Nick signed up with MHI. That was 13 months ago. In that time Nick has learned a few things about that big red lizard. Turns out he is some sort of mutant, a trained fighter for some terrorist organization determined to conquer the world. The beast has been sent to fight in an underground tournament called Kumite. It turns out that his shot at the Olympics is gone, but those sword fighting skills are just the thing to earn him an invitation to the tournament. When Nick pointed out that he was right handed and was having a hard time holding a sword lately Earl told him to go visit Milo, MHI’s resident crackpot and weapons designer. Milo Introduced Nick to Quicksilver, it was love at first slice. Entering the tournament under the name “Riposte” Nick is looking forward to getting a little payback, and to seeing if there are any other monsters hiding in the shadows of this Dojo. He will have the final strike. Fighting Style: Fencing: Thibault, Capo Ferro, and Agrippa Martial Arts: Martial Tai Chi Weapons: Quick Silver, a double bladed Silver edged battle gauntlet. Kumite Record: 0-0 Parts List: Head: Slayer Design Studios Upper Body: MU Dark Spiderman Legs: MU Luke Cage Belt: Unknown Joe Shirt: Sculpted Quicksilver: Combination of three Hunter Artworks Casts Work Done: I wanted to create a fighter that looked like an average guys, or at least as average as you can get for a worldwide fighting tournament. I sculpted on an un-tucked T-shirt ,and painted him up wearing street clothes. I originally planned on having a pair of gauntlets but decided that cutting off one hand and reducing it to the one weapon added more to his back story.
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Post by Asphalt on Oct 23, 2011 18:39:48 GMT -5
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Post by Asphalt on Oct 23, 2011 18:42:54 GMT -5
For the SDS Kumite I entered Nicholi "Riposte" Duncini Nicholi Duncani “Riposte” Nicholi Duncani thought he had a pretty good life going for him. As a member of the working elite he had no worries about losing his means of income due to government upheaval or economic instability. His class assured him ceaseless work so long as he chose. It was not an exciting existence, he spent most of his days cutting into the living rock that supported the city superstructure, but at least he was healthy, fit, and not one of the wandering classless who litter the Megacity. It is unfortunate how someone’s stable life can come crashing down around his ears. It all happened while Nicholi was exploring a newly opened tunnel. His service bot could not obtain a reading due to residual magnetic so he had to enter the cave and take the readings himself. He donned his enviro-helmet and went in. Looking back he would probably tell you that was his greatest mistake, and the beginning of his greatest adventure. Turning the corner of the tunnel he saw a light ahead of him. He shifted his visual display to full spectrum to get a better look, and saw a strange glow emanating from a circular fissure in the rock ahead. He hung his vibro-glaive from its back strap and reached out to examine the vortex. As his hand approached the event horizon the glow reached outward and pulled him into its near liquid surface. He was thrown clear of the portal into an underground chamber. He landed hard and slid several yards. He tried to lift himself up off the ground and slammed back down hard. Something was horribly wrong. When he looked down he saw that his right arm, the arm that he reached out to the vortex with, was completely gone. There was a smooth featureless patch of skin at the shoulder where it should have been. Rough hands grabbed him and tossed him into a vehicle of some sort. A pressure syringe was placed against his neck and he lost consciousness. When he came to he noticed several changes. It appeared that he had been fitted with a new arm, of sorts, an overly large cybernetic limb ending in his own vibro-glaive. His chest and back were encased in some sort of exoskeleton. He was also no longer alone. Surrounding him were warriors of every conceivable shape and size. A vid screen activated on the wall across from him. Even though he knew he shouldn’t have been able to read it he could. It simply said “put on your helmet.” When he did he heard a strange mechanical voice. It told him. “My name is Master, you belong to me. You will fight in the arena until you have paid for the gifts I have given you. You will be entered into the Kumite. If you do well, you will be rewarded, if you do poorly you will die for our amusement. Choose a name slave, leave your past behind and revel in the violence that will now embrace you.” Nicholi chose an ancient 3rd Earth phrase meaning counter strike and revenge. Nicholi Duncani no longer existed, there was only The Riposte. Fighting Style: Martial Arts - Martial Tai Chi Weapons: Quick Silver, a swept blade Silver edged battle gauntlet. Vibro-Glaive, an energy based edged weapon. The primary function of the Vibro-glaive is slicing through bedrock in order to take core samples. It can also be configured to issue a bore blast, a directed energy pulse capable of cutting 15 meters into solid bedrock.
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Post by Asphalt on Oct 23, 2011 19:10:01 GMT -5
TLR-1 Artificial Intelligence Simulacrum Now known as “Red Card” As man began to colonize the Tri-verse, he took his past times with him. Football continues to remain one of the most popular sports in the galaxy. With the introduction of alien species to the equation, the sport took on new dimensions. The Intra-Xeno Football league was formed. Human and non-human competitors alike vie for political and economic dominance on the blood splattered fields of the Xeno Commission. The Ball field became the battle field, and the word referee became synonymous with death sentence. Some bots draw the short straw. Even in the age of enlightenment A.I. are still the property of their employers until the terms of their contract are met or their functionality comes to an end. TLR-1 was hoping to enjoy his retirement on a nice little cyber asteroid somewhere, his chronometer told him he had one more Taren month left on his contract. Unfortunately even an A.I. can earn the envy and animosity of those around him. TLR-1 never knew why, but his employer sold his contract to a rival company. The man whom TLR-1 replaced apparently had friends in very high places. While entering the Microdine recharge room, TLR-1 was hit with an EMP wand and shut down. When he came to he was being hit in the optics with a paint brush. Accessing his internal memory he noticed he had been given a number of new subroutines and hardware modifications. With a sense of dread only a mechanical soul can bring to being, TRL-1 realized he had been repurposed. He was now a Referee, Against a number of stacked odds TLR-1 survived not only his first game, but nearly an entire season. He came to be known as an unusually fair referee, but one who was not afraid to use his stasis lock pulses to enforce his calls. Grudgingly accepting the nickname Red Card decided to make the best of the situation. The contract has to end sometime right? Or maybe not. The seasons wore on and every inquiry into the status of his contract was rejected. Red Card began to lose hope. The constant abuse and damage was beginning to degrade some of his key systems. He feared he may never reach that little asteroid. It was in the second quarter of the league semi finals that the portal opened. The air above the home team’s goal box seemed to tear. A swirling vortex began to draw matter into the void. The “Heroes of the Republic” ran like a bunch of little girls. In the panic Red Card was knocked to the turf. He seemed to have two options, allow himself to be drawn into the unknown, or stubbornly sling to a fate that could end in no way other than his forceful decommission. He stood up and walked towards the gateway. When his optics clears he found himself in a large arena. Beings of all shapes and sizes were standing with him, most seemingly as disoriented as he was. It was then he heard a voice booming over the crowd. “Welcome to the Kumite. We would like to thank you for choosing to die for our amusement.” It would seem that Red jumped from the frying pan into the fire. Pre-tournament questionnaire: Fighting style: Are you kidding? I was a desk bot. Does place kicking and punting count as a fighting style? Weapons: Standard Robotic Referee Penalty equipment. Time out Whistle: A sonic pulse intended to disorient players for a maximum of 90 seconds. Yellow Card Stasis Blast. A focused energy blast that causes organic and cybernetic systems to enter a stasis lock. While in stasis lock offending players cannot move. They are however fully conscious. This is a five minute penalty. Red Card Stasis Blast. This higher energy blast is designed to cause full neurological system failure. Players are knocked completely unconscious. This has the unfortunate side effect of often causing a complete lose of gastro intestinal control in some species. Parts List: Red Card is entirely made of Star Wars Build a Droid Parts. Work Done: There was no modding done to this figure. He was first primed using Krylon Brushed aluminum, and then dry brushed with Testor’s Gunmetal, Apple Barrel Copper and silver. I used custom dark sepia ink washes to bring out his panel lines and details. The Referee uniform was slopped on with apple barrel white and black. I left it sloppy intentionally. Very little effort is put into the appearance of a ref bot. They aren’t expected to live long. Notes of Special Interest: His designation TLR-1 is a reference to the first of the Three Laws of Robotics as set down by Isaac Asimov. I made this figure as a tongue in cheek comic relief character. I hope the idea of a robotic referee in a multi-dimensional tournament to the death makes someone besides me chuckle a little bit.
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Post by Asphalt on Feb 20, 2012 7:26:33 GMT -5
Yagov Papyrin Action Force Files on Unclassified Threats. “The Butcher of Uzbekistan” Fragment from an intercepted communiqué: Baron, it would appear that some of our early experiments in mass genetic manipulation, though a failure on the first generation, has borne fruit in the second. If the Baron recollects, we had attempted to enhance the strength and healing factor of a large group of civilians in the Bernuiy Valley through the use of water source lacing. The initial experiments were disrupted prematurely by the eruption of a minor civil war. Many of our research experiments were lost in the revolt, but local records show that several mated pairs were able to escape and relocate to a nearby town. One such pairing bore the name Papyrin. Records are thin, but it is recorded that they gave birth to a son 14 months after the cessation of our tests. End Transmission. So it would seem that the dark deeds of the past have once again risen to plaque our present. I suspect that the enforcer for the Siberian Hand is in fact the child mentioned in this communiqué. Genetic samples obtained indicate extensive remodeling. Our geneticists are still attempting to determine exactly what has been modified in the man’s genome to account for the remarkable size, strength, and stamina of this beast. I have attempted to piece together a record of the time from his birth until his appearance in the Soviet underworld. I have found scattered references to a freak child who was able to heal from horrific wounds nearly instantaneously. Based on the photographs we have been able to obtain of the Butcher, this enhanced healing would explain how he was able to survive the grafting of crude cybernetic enhancements. The photographs also indicate, and our psychologists concur, that the child most likely endured intense torture and periods of long confinement. This neglect and negative reinforcement combined with the unknown effects of the genetic manipulation has created a being of intense power and unmitigated rage. It is my recommendation that even though Yagov Papyrin “The Butcher of Uzbekistan” has no official affiliation with any known world superpower or terrorist organization we, the Joes, and the Guard, place this man on all of our perspective watch lists. Fighting Style: Expert in grappling and entanglement. Grafted weaponry incorporates a number of fighting styles derived from both the use of heavy bladed hand and staff weapons. Weapons: Arm Blade, Trihooks, and chains, Anchor Grappler
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Post by SGCaper on Feb 20, 2012 18:00:37 GMT -5
All great fighters man. I gotta say your newest one is the best of the bunch.
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Post by Asphalt on Feb 20, 2012 18:08:06 GMT -5
Thanks. He was certainly the most work. It is definitely a strange collection of figures though isn't it?
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Post by The Spectre on Feb 20, 2012 19:33:18 GMT -5
I like TLR-1 the best. The humor and storyline behind the custom are right up my alley! Very cool!
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