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Enter the Main Man; Opened
Topic Started: Feb 13 2009, 07:57 PM (147 Views)
LordX1095
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Challenger of the Unknown
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OOC: This is opened and yeh... space... *wonders if anybody is actually out here too* {oh and this is in a sector far away from Earth}

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<b><u>Stats</u>:</b>
<br>Strength: 5
<br>Agility: 3
<br>Accuracy: 3
<br>Durability: 5 [6]
<br>Will Power: 1

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<b><u>Powers</u>:</b>
<br>Immortality
<br>Enhanced Healing Factor - Lv.5
<br>Self-Contained Life form
<br>Toughness[NAP] - Lv.2
<br>Super human senses - Lv.2
<br>Super human strength - Lv.0

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<b><u>IOPs</u>:</b>
<br>Space Hog - Lv.1 (Flight)
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<b><u>Skills</u></b><br>
<BR>Fighting skills - Lv.10
<BR>Weapon skills (any weapon) - Lv.1
<BR> Targeting (any weapon) - Lv.2
<BR> Tracking

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The music was bad, smoke filled the air, discusting smells all around, and the place filled with some of the biggest lowlifes you would ever see in the entire universe... Yeah, this was one of many pit stop stations across the universe and right now was the destination of the lead character of our story here. The doors slammed open and everybody inside turned to look towards the door. Towering in the frame was a massive sized individual. The ones who knew him gulped and lowered their heads, the ones that didn't know him stared in a bit of aww, and the ones who didn't give a damn looked away. The figure made his way inside of the establishment going direction towards the bar. The barkeep, who was new looked up at the figure. The guy's skin was pure white and his eyes as red as the devil's ass itself.
<br><br>"What... What can I do for you sir?"
<br><br>"Sir? ok dweeb, let's get this straight right now as it doesn't seems like you fraggin' know me... I'm the main man and the name's Lobo."
<br><br>"Ok Lobo... What can I get you?"
<br><br>"A cold one would be nice, strongest ya got... Secondly, I'm looking for a particuliar party of five."
<br><br> Lobo glared at the guy, his voice had gone a hell of a lot more serious durring the second part of that last bit of speech. The barkeep nodded and then raised up a hand, he pointed in the direction of a backroom. Lobo smiled and headed in the direction of the backroom. He walked through the door and he would spot a group of five aliens sat around playing cards. He grinned as he looked towards the one who had a big blue head.
<br><br>"Hey Bastich, remember me? Your buddy L..."
<br><br> The alien's eyes shot opened as he looked towards the towering man standing in the doorway. "Lobo! Oh Fu..."
<br><br>Lobo lunged forwards and tackled the alien. The card tabled was smashed under the weight of Lobo. The man main went to work doing what he had been wanted to do since he had found out what this fraggin' bastich had been doing... Outside in the main bar area the customers looked towards the back area as they could hear a lot of noise. Then... CRASH! The wall broke down as Lobo threw one of the aliens through a wall. All hell started to break loose at that moment. Fights started up all around; however, when the dust settled and all went calm... Just the main man remained standing or rather he had taken a seat, proped his feet up on a table, and was having a smoke. As he took his cigar out of his mouth to gulp down the drink he had ordered, he looked towards the aliens he had beaten to death.
<br><br>"That will teach them to poach Space Dolphins."


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Worlds: 483

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