Post by Al Yatammal on Apr 6, 2017 21:41:30 GMT -5
Basic Information
Player Nickname: Jimmy , Neme
Profile URL: (https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Al+Yatammal)
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? (Yes)
Why do you want to join the RP group?
I have been here before, when you guys had MCU up and running last time. All of you seemed to be some cool people, I rather enjoyed hanging with all of you.
What do you expect to get out of our RP group?
Nothing short of good times
What are your expectations of us?
Having absolute fun.
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: MCU
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. (URL here)
justiceleaguerp.proboards.com/thread/595/dcu-rules-edition-2016-september
Character Origin: Original
Face Claim's Name: (
?)
Name: (Brynjar Alyxander Bjørn)
Alias: Al Yatammal
Race: Meta
Age: 25 1/2
Birthday: April 14th
Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Evil
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185lbs
Hair: Green
Eyes: blue
Physique: Muscular build
Training: Archery(expert) Karate(expert), some Jiu-jitsu(expert), with league training and meditation he has perfected his concentration to maintain his ability astronomically since receiving them.
Equipment: Bow and Arrow, smoke bombs , standard league scimitar (?)
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need) Do not copy and paste a wiki site. We want your words, not someone else's.
Fleshwarping/Fleshcrafting; The ability to change one's body/body part's into something beyond the norm, I.E. Various crafts of weaponry/armor(Adept)
Weapon Limitations: Cannot create projectile weapons. I.E. Guns, Crossbows, rocket launchers
Armor Limitations: Reduces his speed by 1.5x
Enhanced stats: Strength, Agility, Stamina, Durability increased by 2.5x
Durability: Granite rock(Without Armor) Tank armor(Armor)
Pseudo Regeneration: With the ability to warp his flesh, also comes with the ability to self-heal(Adept)
Organic/Molecular Manipulation: The ability to manipulate Organic material outside of his own person, including other organisms, including to but not limited to other people.(Unknown/Open to removal or adjustment)
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
When in full tank mode, his speed is reduced to average human speed
Must maintain concentration for both regeneration and maintaining his ability, from a simple sword, to full on tank armor.
Audition post
It was a cool April night, a fog had just begun rolling in. At this particular moment, just one hour after completing a mission handed down to him by Ra's Al Ghul himself in Bludhaven, Brynjar had just left a corner store with a handle of bourbon. He'd planned on getting tore up before returning to Nanda Parbat in the morrow. Not a care in the world, he'd be seen walking down a deserted alley, taking several swigs from the bottle. About half-way down the alley, heading straight for the League safe haven, he'd heard some rattling behind him, yet paid no particular attention to it, to be frank, he'd heard it a lot around here; so, thought nothing of it. That's when it all went down, four men, thug's came about, getting directly into his face. "Give me your wallet and there will be no trouble." Brynjar stopped dead in his tracks, turning to stare at the man, then eyed the other three.
The one in his face was a good foot taller than him, built like a truck as if he'd been hitting the gym since leaving his mother's womb. The other three were roughly around his size, maybe a bit bigger and bulkier, all three wore green bandana's covering their mouthpiece. Guess they didn't want their faces seen? Sucking his teeth, he shrugged and brushed past the supposed leader of this thuggery. He'd decided though he could kill all four without even trying, they weren't worth his time. They were nothing more than a bunch of rowdy teenagers. He had only managed to get four steps away before he heard the clicking sounds of guns preparing to fire. A slow exhale escaped his lips as he shook his head, slowly turning around, he moved to place the handle back against his lips to take a swig, before he warned them to back off. Yet, the leader of this rabble had decided to smack the bottle from his hands; smashing to the ground.
Gun now in his face, he looked down at the remains of his birthday gift to himself in pieces; he'd gone from mildly annoyed to truly pissed off "Give us your fucking wallet, you wanna die, bitch?" Okay, he'd had enough of this miscreants ruining his birthday, which didn't take much when you knock the alcohol from his hands, oh and threaten his life on top of that! Brynjar, more commonly known to the League as Al Yatammal, made the first move. With great speed and ferocity, he'd latched his left hand along the thug's throat, slamming him up against the nearest wall; holding him up a foot off the ground with zero strain. The force knocking the gun from the man's hand.That's when the men opened small arms fire, bullets simply bouncing off of him having zero effect. They'd need bigger bullets if they wished to pierce his flesh; he wasn't even armored up either. Once their clips had been unloaded, realizing it had little effect upon him, they tucked tail and hauled ass out of there.
By then, the man had kicked him several times but stopped when the throbbing began. Without a word, Al Yatammal rose his free hand, a liquid like substance began to swarm around his forearm, a metamorphosis had begun to take place, flesh turning to steal, as armor had begun to take over from the elbow on up to his shoulder; ending in curled back spikes. Now he was infuriated. To think these simple hoodlums could take on a member of the League of Assassins? Especially someone like him? The now disarmed assailant began cowering, begging for his life; yet he could see within the eyes of Al Yatammal, he was calm above the surface, his eyes staring right back, deadpan; emotionless. There was no room for displays of such thingsWithin moments, his arm had become what looked to be an instrument meant for one purpose and one purpose alone, disembowelment.
Without a second thought, the weapon was pushed slowly inward, blood splattering across his face, chest, and forearm; luckily, the blade pierced exactly two centimeters away from any vital areas.Believe it or not, it took some incredible restraint for him not to disembowel the man right then and there. Just as slowly, he began to remove his forged arm from the insides and <i>concrete wall</i>, slowly changing back to its normal state, hand coated in the man's blood he now leered at him; dropping his limp body right there. The man would live, but he'd never be the same, that was to be sure.[E]
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Player Nickname: Jimmy , Neme
Profile URL: (https://roleplay.chat/profile.php?user=Al+Yatammal)
Do you want other role players to give you feed back? (Yes)
Why do you want to join the RP group?
I have been here before, when you guys had MCU up and running last time. All of you seemed to be some cool people, I rather enjoyed hanging with all of you.
What do you expect to get out of our RP group?
Nothing short of good times
What are your expectations of us?
Having absolute fun.
Which DCU Earth are you applying to?: MCU
Please link the URL to our rule page to confirm you have read them. (URL here)
justiceleaguerp.proboards.com/thread/595/dcu-rules-edition-2016-september
Character Origin: Original
Face Claim's Name: (
?) Name: (Brynjar Alyxander Bjørn)
Alias: Al Yatammal
Race: Meta
Age: 25 1/2
Birthday: April 14th
Alignment: Lawful Neutral/Evil
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 185lbs
Hair: Green
Eyes: blue
Physique: Muscular build
Training: Archery(expert) Karate(expert), some Jiu-jitsu(expert), with league training and meditation he has perfected his concentration to maintain his ability astronomically since receiving them.
Equipment: Bow and Arrow, smoke bombs , standard league scimitar (?)
Powers / Abilities
(List as many as you need) Do not copy and paste a wiki site. We want your words, not someone else's.
Fleshwarping/Fleshcrafting; The ability to change one's body/body part's into something beyond the norm, I.E. Various crafts of weaponry/armor(Adept)
Weapon Limitations: Cannot create projectile weapons. I.E. Guns, Crossbows, rocket launchers
Armor Limitations: Reduces his speed by 1.5x
Enhanced stats: Strength, Agility, Stamina, Durability increased by 2.5x
Durability: Granite rock(Without Armor) Tank armor(Armor)
Pseudo Regeneration: With the ability to warp his flesh, also comes with the ability to self-heal(Adept)
Organic/Molecular Manipulation: The ability to manipulate Organic material outside of his own person, including other organisms, including to but not limited to other people.(Unknown/Open to removal or adjustment)
Weaknesses
(List as many as you need)
When in full tank mode, his speed is reduced to average human speed
Must maintain concentration for both regeneration and maintaining his ability, from a simple sword, to full on tank armor.
Audition post
It was a cool April night, a fog had just begun rolling in. At this particular moment, just one hour after completing a mission handed down to him by Ra's Al Ghul himself in Bludhaven, Brynjar had just left a corner store with a handle of bourbon. He'd planned on getting tore up before returning to Nanda Parbat in the morrow. Not a care in the world, he'd be seen walking down a deserted alley, taking several swigs from the bottle. About half-way down the alley, heading straight for the League safe haven, he'd heard some rattling behind him, yet paid no particular attention to it, to be frank, he'd heard it a lot around here; so, thought nothing of it. That's when it all went down, four men, thug's came about, getting directly into his face. "Give me your wallet and there will be no trouble." Brynjar stopped dead in his tracks, turning to stare at the man, then eyed the other three.
The one in his face was a good foot taller than him, built like a truck as if he'd been hitting the gym since leaving his mother's womb. The other three were roughly around his size, maybe a bit bigger and bulkier, all three wore green bandana's covering their mouthpiece. Guess they didn't want their faces seen? Sucking his teeth, he shrugged and brushed past the supposed leader of this thuggery. He'd decided though he could kill all four without even trying, they weren't worth his time. They were nothing more than a bunch of rowdy teenagers. He had only managed to get four steps away before he heard the clicking sounds of guns preparing to fire. A slow exhale escaped his lips as he shook his head, slowly turning around, he moved to place the handle back against his lips to take a swig, before he warned them to back off. Yet, the leader of this rabble had decided to smack the bottle from his hands; smashing to the ground.
Gun now in his face, he looked down at the remains of his birthday gift to himself in pieces; he'd gone from mildly annoyed to truly pissed off "Give us your fucking wallet, you wanna die, bitch?" Okay, he'd had enough of this miscreants ruining his birthday, which didn't take much when you knock the alcohol from his hands, oh and threaten his life on top of that! Brynjar, more commonly known to the League as Al Yatammal, made the first move. With great speed and ferocity, he'd latched his left hand along the thug's throat, slamming him up against the nearest wall; holding him up a foot off the ground with zero strain. The force knocking the gun from the man's hand.That's when the men opened small arms fire, bullets simply bouncing off of him having zero effect. They'd need bigger bullets if they wished to pierce his flesh; he wasn't even armored up either. Once their clips had been unloaded, realizing it had little effect upon him, they tucked tail and hauled ass out of there.
By then, the man had kicked him several times but stopped when the throbbing began. Without a word, Al Yatammal rose his free hand, a liquid like substance began to swarm around his forearm, a metamorphosis had begun to take place, flesh turning to steal, as armor had begun to take over from the elbow on up to his shoulder; ending in curled back spikes. Now he was infuriated. To think these simple hoodlums could take on a member of the League of Assassins? Especially someone like him? The now disarmed assailant began cowering, begging for his life; yet he could see within the eyes of Al Yatammal, he was calm above the surface, his eyes staring right back, deadpan; emotionless. There was no room for displays of such thingsWithin moments, his arm had become what looked to be an instrument meant for one purpose and one purpose alone, disembowelment.
Without a second thought, the weapon was pushed slowly inward, blood splattering across his face, chest, and forearm; luckily, the blade pierced exactly two centimeters away from any vital areas.Believe it or not, it took some incredible restraint for him not to disembowel the man right then and there. Just as slowly, he began to remove his forged arm from the insides and <i>concrete wall</i>, slowly changing back to its normal state, hand coated in the man's blood he now leered at him; dropping his limp body right there. The man would live, but he'd never be the same, that was to be sure.[E]
Audition Post Guidelines -
Remaining comments
Do you have any last comments, concerns, or interesting things you want to share?
Eh
