New Open Challenge

[Wozza Black]

This is a semi-open challenge.

I say semi as I do not wish to face someone I have faced before.
Therefore the following people are excluded from the challenge:
~ Rikken Omnious
~ Electropop
~ Jopari
~ Zetsumi (I have never faced him, but he is a butt-face and won;'t cahllenge anyway...)
~ Rhythm Of Apathy

[Laughing Stock]

If it's melee, I'm in.

Ah, yes, I had forgotten about the '25 characters' thing...

EDITSLOL: Judging from the below profile I can discern that this is not, in fact, a melee battle. Ah, well.

That ain't my choice. It's up to Black whether or not it's a melee.

[violent_anger]

too big to PM, Name: Edward Cras
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Race: Human

Appearance: A black haired, white skin man, who stands 6 feet tall. His face is ordinary, he would blend in well with a crowd of random people. The only odd thing about his face are that his eyes are pink, of the same shade as Kirby. He's somewhat bulky, not as much as a weightlifter, but more like a Heavy Weight Boxer. His hair is unkept, and he often fights while he still has his bedhead. He usually wears black pants and a white collared shirt. He has a bag slung over his back that carries two heavy bars of iron.

Personality: He's an egotistical bastard on occasion, and hates being wrong, but he will admit that he was...eventually . He makes alot of jokes, usually bad puns. Everyone thinks that he's a cunning and cutthroat bastard, but he doesn't think of himself as such. He likes doing the right thing, but also what benefits himself, sometimes he picks a balance, while other times, he picks one over the other.

Bio: He was an 8 year old boy in the apartment of a big city who had just watched a marathon of Kirby. He heard that there was going to be a shooting star that night so he went up to the roof of his apartment to see if it was visible through the layer of pollution. This shooting star was bright enough to be seen, which you couldn't say often. He wished upon the star "Please give me awesome powers like Kirby." Amazingly, this seemed to be the right thing to say. He blinked, and then was in some mysterious lace that was all white, kind of like the training place that Goku went to. A booming and jolly voice then said to him from nowhere " HAHAHA, so you want powers like Kirby, you say? Well, who am I to deny you? When you become 15 years of age, your eyes will become the color of Kirby, so that all who look at you may know who you are. At the same time, you will receive the powers I promised you. Don't worry about losing control and killing yourself, like so many bad TV characters do." And with that, Edward was back on the roof of his apartment. He told his parents about it, and that it really happened. But unlike the million other 8 year olds who say that, his experience really did happen.
So then, seven days after his 15th birthday, this shooting-star-Kirby-god experience was all but forgotten. Then when he woke up the next morning and looked in the mirror, to see that his eyes were bright pink. Hilarity ensued as he tried to figure out what happened. He blinked like crazy, and it was only after a dozen rapid blinks that he realized he is back at that Goku-training place. The voice booms "HAHAHAHAHA, oh man,that was great, I should have caught that on video... Anyways, there you go, an awesome power just like Kirby's. walk around town barefoot, and you'll see what it is. Oh, and because I'm a nice guy, and I know you'll be carrying heavy stuff, I'll leave you a bag that won't break."
And with this reminder, he remembered what happened when he was 8. The bag was all but forgotten in his excitement. He did what the disembodied voice told him to do, and walked around town barefoot. Soon he realized that his feet were making a weird sound, not like the usual sound of him walking. He looked at his feet and realized that the pavement was sticking to he feet. He pressed his hand on it, and the pavement melted onto his hand. He laid face-down on the concrete, and saw that it was sticking to his entire body. It looked alot like the armor of medieval knights. He found a metal pipe, and pushed it against his chest. It melted on to him even through the pavement-armor he already had. He went in his room, and got the bag the voice gave him, and ran off adventuring. He was two years ahead of his class anyways, so he didn't mind dropping out of school.
Yet for many months now, he had been hearing by word-of-mouth of other heroes like himself. Some of the stories told of men that could assault someone's mind and meld it with his own, but because this man was insane, the other man would also go completely insane. The answer came to him in a dream, a dream of his childhood. He was sitting in front of his TV, watching Kirby, when it said 'Don't miss the X-Men, up next.' Over and over again, it just kept saying The X-Men....The X-Men....The X-Men....The X-Men. That was when he realized the solution. Melding a powerful natural magnet and a piece of iron to himself, he then released it all in a mixed up slab of magnets and metal. Thus, he set up work in the forge that he happened to have in the apartment he lived in. Slowly, the iron took the shape of a box that would fit nicely over his head, and he knew that he would no longer be troubled by insane men who could assault someone's mind.
(Story about eyes in progress)

Weapons: He has a bag that can carry things of any weight without breaking, as long as it fits in the bag.
In it, he carries two heavy iron bars, each four feet long, that he either uses with his powers, or just swings around as clubs.

Ability:
By locking eyes with anyone, he can see all their fears and regrets, and make them real. He can create spiders, demons, fire, dead relatives, or any other such things. They can act of their own free will if he wills it, but they are subject to the Three Laws (See I. Robot.). Should Cras be knocked unconscious, these creatures of fear will disappear after one last minute. They will disappear regardless after 15 minutes, but they'll be recreated instantly if Cras locks eyes again.
He can meld anything onto himself like a plate of armor, so long as it isn't living. Dead skin, nails, hair, most of teeth, and similar things are fair game. He is also able to absorb things such as air, fire, water, energy, and light. Absorbing light makes him glow, much like his glow-in-the-dark materials. Whatever he absorbs becomes and extension of himself, and he can absorb things on top of that. These things can stay on him by themselves. He has nearly full control over what he absorbs, but some things are automatic, such as the armor falling off if it becomes to dangerous for him. The armor falls off in four different ways: it falls off him; it falls off him and then assumes it's regular shape; it falls off him as just a random slab of stuff; Or it just disappears into air. If possible, it becomes breathable air, but otherwise, it becomes Hydrogen and Helium. His armor can't be directly affected by magic, I.E. ripped apart at the seams, thrown into another plane, magnetic powers, and so on. Should an object not be magical, but is controlled by someone who is, Cras can wrench controll from them, at a painfully slow pace. It's not much use unless the thing happens to be very thin.
He also has an iron box in his bag, with magnets as practically part of the iron. By putting it on his head and making it a helmet, the magnets keep all mental abilities from affecting him.
One of the most common things that he does is to meld the iron bars onto his fist, making 3 feet long iron knuckles.
Because of often training while covered in heavy metals, he has an incredible strength, sacrificing none of his grace and agility, as well as the ability to jump 10 feet up in the air. In other words, he could do gymnastics while covered in hundreds of pounds of armor.
His fighting in almost entirely self-taught, punching waterfalls and 300 year-old trees and thing like that.












LS: if you wish, i can keep from using his abilities, besides my super jumping and maybe making a weapon. if you'd like a melee

[Wozza Black]

Ok...
I have a quick question on one of your abilities....
the one with the armour not being effected by magic....
does that mean that if my charactrer threw a potion...would it be effective...because a potion isnt really magic...it is just a chemical reaction between different ingrediants...

[violent_anger]

Don't worry, all of your magic will effect his armor. I just put that in there for certain characters who could control magnetism or turn it into atoms or other such advanced stuff.

[Wozza Black]

Oh, ok...

well then, i guess i see then

[violent_anger]

go ahead and start .

[Wozza Black]

OOC: Setting, Concert, Really packed

IC: Wozza jumped up and down in the mosh pit screaming the lyrics of the song which the band was playing. He knew that he had not had much fn lately, but everyone deserves time of, don;t they? He continue to jump until the music stopped. He smirked as he foresaaw the next song.

Beginning to hum the tune of it, he found himself standing alongside the lead singer. His heart pounded, not only was he on stage with great stars but he was on-stage performing infront of millions. Now as the singer began to sing, Wozza followed suit and joined in on the lyrics. It was such a rush, almost as much as killing a demon, or the anticipated thrill of killing Rikken.

His voice echoed through-out the stadium, he knew that people were compltely oblivious to his actual idenity but he soaked up the worship like a sponge. He then notice a parculiar figure amongst the crowd. He dismissed it and continued. He grabbed the mic again and saw an series of event in his head.

~A strange and mysterious person, attacking. The band was dead and several fans were gravely injured. He, himself was still on-stage glowing with anger and flames leapt from his hand and feet. It seemed that it was not a random attack but a calculate and stratergisd attack targetting him.~

With the premonition in mind, Wozza egged the band to go on a break. He then began to think, trying to use magic to conjure a band for serveral minutes.
'Mystic forces hear my plea,
Grant this wish made by me
Bring a band, both hip and good
Having them play, what they should'
A bad taste formed in his mouth and a band appeared beside him out of thin air. "Wow, that was a dodgy spell" he said to himself as he urged the new band onto the stage. They began to play and Wozza joined in with them also.