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 Posted: Mon May 14, 2007 2:09 am Post subject: [Character Sheet] Net |
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The Basics
Name: Net
Age: Unknown
Apparent Age: It's hard to tell when you're made of binary.
Gender: Male
Height: I'm slightly taller than average
Weight: Thin. Very thin.
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: I've honestly ever thought about it, it probably changes with the color of my binary.
Physique: Tall, skinny, not particularly attractive, and surprisingly good at running.
Race: Spirit
Language: Usually Common, but I loses this ability when faced with extreme (or minor) danger. I can shout 'Help!' in 10 languages, and 'ARGHBLBLBLBLBLLBL' in 35, which is actually a very useful skill. Don't ask why, just don't.
Religious affiliation: I doesn't worship anyone, really. I'm the Spirit of Binary, underling of Technico (God of Technology, explaining the Binary thing) and (later in my life) Chronos (God of Time, hence my awesome Time Distortion abilities). Unfortunately, due to my banishment, I currently doesn't serve under anyone.
Homeland: The Immortal Realm
Home/Location in Psychotopia: The Corrupted Cave
Heraldic Symbol/Colors: The only thing Heraldic about me is my Luposlipaphobia (fear of being chased by timber wolves around a kitchen table while wearing socks on a newly waxed floor).
Companions/Friends: Everyone, even if they don't agree with him at first.
Skills
Studies: I flunked high-school.
Apprenticeships: I apprenticed martial arts under Chuck Norris. In my dreams...
Natural Abilities: Time Distortion (speeding up and slowing down time in localized areas)
Occupation(s): Moocher
Financial Status: Somewhere between 'In The Red' and 'THEY'RE COMING! OH GOD!'
Family
I doesn't remember my family, and even if I did, they did leave him to become Technico's errand boy for the rest of my life.
Possessions Netdroid9's Inventory: http://www.blackstardojo.org/shop.php?action=inventory&searchid=13
Clothing: My trusty Cloak, which I seem to be able to pull practically anything out of.
Jewelry: None. I did have some once, but I woke up three days later in the middle of a corn field, naked.
Weapons: Copycat Blades (which can morph into any weapon and copy any and all of it's enchantments. The drawback is that it copys all the enchantments, even the ones that could harm the wielder) , Electron Accelerator (See the first Olympics team battle), as well as general household items and other blunt objects.
Armor: If I had my way, I'd send a giant robot in his place. Unfortunately, I'm too poor to afford anything more than my cloak, which, like many of my items, can find strange magical powers in times of great need (like running away, hiding, and simply teleporting to another dimension).
Magical Items/Artifacts (and their powers): Other than my Copycat Blades and his Cloak, I'm fairly deprived of magical items (much to my eternal chagrin).
Currency: Currency? Heh, I wish.
Tools/Utensils: My trusty screwdriver and lucky spatula  .
Books/Scrolls: I'm too lazy to read.
Food: Like my mother always says, never leave home unprepared. Hence I go everywhere with a dozen five-course meals packed in my cloak, just in case.
Medicinal Items/Herbs: I'm afraid of needles.
Are any of your possessions sentient?: Not really, although they seem to have a mind of their own when I need them most.
Character Depth
I'm a coward, plain and simple. When given the chance to run, I will, but that doesn't mean I won't fight if I have to. I tend to be a bit slow sometimes, but I can also think fast when the situation demands it (an advantage of being cowardly: A lot of things about you are fast when it counts, not just your legs). I like to think he has lots of friends, but sometimes I think they're usually just keeping me around as a scapegoat and someone to point and laugh at, although I'm sure they're just kidding. I can't remember much of his past life, so I doesn't really have all that much to hold important, other than staying alive and having the last laugh wherever possible. MY motivation for pretty much anything is peer pressure, which gets me in a lot of trouble when I end up slaying some dragon for no apparent reason other than to entertain 3kul. My ultimate goals really are to learn more about my past, have fun and not die an early (or late, or timely) death. More the latter than the former, really. In order to do this, I'll use any means available to me (so long as it's alright with everyone else, and not obviously going to kill me).
Pets
I'm allergic to every kind of animal in the universe, and even some that aren't.
Notable Quotes
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((It's about time Net got some action. It's been so long he's managed to marry an android, have kids and start his own farm inside the crater-base Razz.))
*Net stared at the golems with shock as they pulled out yet another vital part of the tower.*
What do you think this is?! Jenga?!?! Shoo! Shoo!
*Net's efforts were in vain, as the tower soon graoned, shuddered and collapsed under it's own weight, falling to the ground in a mass of scrap metal and landing on Net's prized rose gardens. After a minute or two had elapsed, the dust settled. An fist shot through the rubble, followed by the rest of the now extremly-pissed-off spirit of binary. Ordering the Locust Fiends to rebuild the structure, he turns and glares at the Golems.*
How dare you destroy my rose gar-
*Before he could finish his sentence, all six of Whiteoak's firey plumes of death landed. On his head. Being submerged in hot, sticky, napalmish chemical fire did nothing to help his already pained ego, let alone his extreme rage at the... The Beasts who had destroyed his farm and doomed his family to an eternity of poverty.*
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Owy! Hot hot hot! HOT!!!!
*With that awesome, unbestable insult, Net flew into a rage, distorting the Golems into stasis before lunging at them, copy-cat blades drawn. The blades themselves had formed into a runic sword that seemed to flow with blue fire, reminicent of the sword he had used against Evil Angel when the fallen one had last attacked the cave. It was an imitation of Chronos's blade, which could by it's very nature defy reality itself.
Of course, it'd help a lot if it wasn't so damn heavy. Missing the golems, the blade flies out of Net's hands and wedges itself in a nearby tree. The now somewhat unheroic spirit of binary quickly pulls the sword out of the tree, narrowly avoids hitting himself in the nose with aforementioned sword's gem-studded hilt and once again lunges at the group of golems that had destroyed all which he had worked so hard to obtain.* |
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*Net pulls his sword out of a nearby patch of dirt and turns to face the golems, who had for the last ten minutes completely ignored his (admitedly sucky) attacks. This time was different, because he had noticed something interesting. The Locust Fiends were busy moving a cattle train towards the crater's perimeter, and were traveling directly over the golems. Thinking fast, Net issues the only command appropriate for the current situation.*
Drop.
*The Locust Fiends turn towards him, their faces a collaboration of insectile hatred. Apparently, 'Drop' didn't mean what Net thought it meant. As it turns out, Little Sister had finally gotten revenge on him ruining her prized souffle in their Grade 8 Home Economics class.
The Locust Fiends throw their cargo into a pile of scrap metal near the center of the crater and start chittering madly at Net. Aforementioned heroic spirit of binary computation drops his sword in what is now known as an 'Oh poo-poo.' moment, and runs towards the Arena's simulated horizon, being bitten on the posteriour by locusts all the while.* |
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*Net screams as several shiruken hit their target, embedding themselves in a place that will ensure his buttocks will be unable to contact a chair for the next week or two. This wasn't what concerned him most. What concerned him most was HollowEyes giving away his most treasure childhood secrets to a group of loud, noisy locusts that couldn't keep their proverbial mouths shut if their lives depended on it.*
[Don't listen to him! He's ah... How you say... Eunich! Snip-snip! Yeah.]
*Unfortunatly, Little Sister had also seen fit to get revenge on him for feeding Addman her Grade 9 English essay, and therefore 'Eunich' didn't quite mean what Net thought it meant.* |
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*Net stared at Whiteoak. He'd sacrificed himself to save the planet from utter destructrion. What an selfish ass. CRASH! Net pulls his head into the confines of his car-shelter with lightning speed, narrowly avoiding being decapitated by a car. The vehicle in question had somehow lept over the car-wall built arround the crater by the locust fiends. How this was possible escaped Net.
Then it clicked. They were under attack by... The Granny Gang. This gang of vicious grannies was hellbent on sacrificing small animals to their evil satanic god, enjoyed driving at extremely high speeds and regularly covered small children in slobber and lipstick. It was like a nightmare come true.
Net opened the door and rolled out just in time as a car crashed into what was previously considered his shelter. The heroic spirit of binary ran towards the tower, where the golems were busy trying to pull out a giant Jenga brick from the foundations. Leaping on top, Net pulled out his trusty megalaphone and started shouting his plan over the incessent chirping of startled locusts, speaking in fiendish so the grannies wouldn't understand.*
[We need to build up our defences before we're swarmed by these disgusting creatures! Someone, round up the locusts and tell them to drop... The train... Uhh... Oh. Poo-poo.]
*The locusts had stopped chirping and were looking at him. In fact, they appeared to be looking a little too intently. Net screamed and jumped into the air like a cliche'd cartoon character as a locust nipped him on the behind. He landed on Goron's shoulders, hiding behind the super-soldier's head and chanting 'If I can't see them, they can't see me!' to little effect.* |
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