Post by wicker sucks on Feb 23, 2017 8:18:33 GMT
Name: Sill Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years old
Country of Birth: United States of America
Personality: Sill is an extremely vengeful person, having been brought to Mars a whole long while ago, he isn't determined so much to succeed, as he is to make those who robbed him of his life's opportunities fail. That being said, this rarely shows anymore, he's developed a rather black sense of humour, and is actually pretty personable when you get to know him... just don't be surprised when he laughs at something no normal person would laugh at.
History: Sill was brought to the colony at the ripe 'ol age of 7. He barely remembers his parents, or anything from that span of time really. The only thing he really remembers is his insane urge to leave, and kill the ever-living shit out of the people responsible for getting him stuck on this hunk of red asbestos.
Current Life: Sill was a miner up until recently, going through the sick monotony of it all up until he unearthed himself a mech, it was a dusty one, and pretty shitty, and tiny, and while he joined the party late, he said fuck you to his work, fuck you to his boss, and found his way to the rest of those that were using them to fight the Generals.
Skills: Deceptively strong, iron-will, not easily disturbed, pretty clever, took up boxing as a hobby before finding his mech.
Weaknesses: blinding rage, occasionally an asshole.
Appearance: Sill has a lithe, somewhat feminine frame, his hair is a fucking mess, but still kept a bit short, while lomger around the top. Coming in at only 5'11, his body looks very unnatural, being moderately tall with long, thin, arms and legs, he has a very "jack-skellington"- esque bodytype, thus is inly cintributed to by hus cinstant hunching. His eyes are an orange-yellow tone, and his face has extremely sharply defined features, this makes him a bit hard to approach, as it makes his usual scowl (regardless of mood) all the more disconcerting.
He is rather dark-skinned, but not genetically so, he just tans very, very easily, and has held this skin color since childhood. Generally, he wears heavy clothes to hide his quite embarassing frame, wearing thick pants, jeans, or sweatpants, and almost always wearing his heavy, green army jacket. A token from his father from oh-so long ago. The part about his father basically doesn't matter to him anymote, but its been with him even when it was absolutely massive on him when he was a kid. Under this he usually wears a tank top, and on the chance hot day, you'll find him wearing one of the t-shirts he usually uses as pajamas.
Other Details: He smells extremely musty, despite how long he's spent outside of the he mines
Stand Profile
Stand Name: Rocketman
Ability: In a similar fashion to Golden Experience or Crazy Diamond, upon touching a non-human object with his stand, he can choose to make it coil into a spring. The object must be ridgid, and in a shape where it's conceivable to be coiled. Upon coiling, it'll automatically compress all the way down to the thickness of the object if it were uncooked, and proceed to lock in place. This stays in effect regardless of range and and he can coil an unlimited amount of objects. He can trigger an object to suddenly unlock and uncompress at will, however, it must be within his stand's effective range. When an object is uncompressed, it does so with varying power, based on the perceived "strength" of the object. A bar of titanium will pop open significantly stronger than a bar of wood. He can also coil his own body parts, as well as parts of his Rocketman.
Stand Type: Close Range Power
Power: D
Speed: B
Range: E
Durability: A
Precision: A
Learning: D
Appearance: Off-Brown, hunched over, spherical chest, and bulky, somewhat long arms, generally with Springs in the middle of them. It has no lower half, and instead, a giant, golden spring sprouts from under it's torso. Instead of a neck, it has a loose spring, barely holding it's sad, sad head up.
Example of Power: To make up for it's low base power, it puts Springs in the middle of its extremely durable arms, and uses the immense force from opening them to punch.
Sill could also take something like a handful of paperclips, turn them into Springs, and throw them into someone's face while popping them to, not only, possibly cause harm, but also cause a distraction and run away. On a bigger scale, he can set traps, turn fucking telephone poles into Springs to try and hit something with it, or turn his legs into Springs to jump high up into the air, though this really fucking hurts.
Name: Libera me from hell!
Height: 3 meters
Firepower: E
Accuracy: E
Melee:A
Speed: B
Maneuverability: A
Durability: C
Appearance: somethin' like this, I'd say, without the Firepower, of course, as well as much longer arms, and thicker forearms. Some longer, thinner legs wouldn't be half-bad either.. Also, it'd be painted up brown with gold highlights, and be covered in scratched on ravings from Sill himself, plenty of expletives, and generic angry statements, across the back, painted in big red letters, it says: "LIBERATE ME FROM THIS HELL".
Weapons and Abilities: Giant. Fucking. Boxing gloves. Literally huge, solid metal pieces on its arms mildly styled after boxing gloves.
Stand Burst*: He turns his gloves into Springs that compress down into drills imbued with stand energy, these only last for so long however, and fall apart rather quickly, leaving him without any weapons.
Gender: Male
Age: 22 years old
Country of Birth: United States of America
Personality: Sill is an extremely vengeful person, having been brought to Mars a whole long while ago, he isn't determined so much to succeed, as he is to make those who robbed him of his life's opportunities fail. That being said, this rarely shows anymore, he's developed a rather black sense of humour, and is actually pretty personable when you get to know him... just don't be surprised when he laughs at something no normal person would laugh at.
History: Sill was brought to the colony at the ripe 'ol age of 7. He barely remembers his parents, or anything from that span of time really. The only thing he really remembers is his insane urge to leave, and kill the ever-living shit out of the people responsible for getting him stuck on this hunk of red asbestos.
Current Life: Sill was a miner up until recently, going through the sick monotony of it all up until he unearthed himself a mech, it was a dusty one, and pretty shitty, and tiny, and while he joined the party late, he said fuck you to his work, fuck you to his boss, and found his way to the rest of those that were using them to fight the Generals.
Skills: Deceptively strong, iron-will, not easily disturbed, pretty clever, took up boxing as a hobby before finding his mech.
Weaknesses: blinding rage, occasionally an asshole.
Appearance: Sill has a lithe, somewhat feminine frame, his hair is a fucking mess, but still kept a bit short, while lomger around the top. Coming in at only 5'11, his body looks very unnatural, being moderately tall with long, thin, arms and legs, he has a very "jack-skellington"- esque bodytype, thus is inly cintributed to by hus cinstant hunching. His eyes are an orange-yellow tone, and his face has extremely sharply defined features, this makes him a bit hard to approach, as it makes his usual scowl (regardless of mood) all the more disconcerting.
He is rather dark-skinned, but not genetically so, he just tans very, very easily, and has held this skin color since childhood. Generally, he wears heavy clothes to hide his quite embarassing frame, wearing thick pants, jeans, or sweatpants, and almost always wearing his heavy, green army jacket. A token from his father from oh-so long ago. The part about his father basically doesn't matter to him anymote, but its been with him even when it was absolutely massive on him when he was a kid. Under this he usually wears a tank top, and on the chance hot day, you'll find him wearing one of the t-shirts he usually uses as pajamas.
Other Details: He smells extremely musty, despite how long he's spent outside of the he mines
Stand Profile
Stand Name: Rocketman
Ability: In a similar fashion to Golden Experience or Crazy Diamond, upon touching a non-human object with his stand, he can choose to make it coil into a spring. The object must be ridgid, and in a shape where it's conceivable to be coiled. Upon coiling, it'll automatically compress all the way down to the thickness of the object if it were uncooked, and proceed to lock in place. This stays in effect regardless of range and and he can coil an unlimited amount of objects. He can trigger an object to suddenly unlock and uncompress at will, however, it must be within his stand's effective range. When an object is uncompressed, it does so with varying power, based on the perceived "strength" of the object. A bar of titanium will pop open significantly stronger than a bar of wood. He can also coil his own body parts, as well as parts of his Rocketman.
Stand Type: Close Range Power
Power: D
Speed: B
Range: E
Durability: A
Precision: A
Learning: D
Appearance: Off-Brown, hunched over, spherical chest, and bulky, somewhat long arms, generally with Springs in the middle of them. It has no lower half, and instead, a giant, golden spring sprouts from under it's torso. Instead of a neck, it has a loose spring, barely holding it's sad, sad head up.
Example of Power: To make up for it's low base power, it puts Springs in the middle of its extremely durable arms, and uses the immense force from opening them to punch.
Sill could also take something like a handful of paperclips, turn them into Springs, and throw them into someone's face while popping them to, not only, possibly cause harm, but also cause a distraction and run away. On a bigger scale, he can set traps, turn fucking telephone poles into Springs to try and hit something with it, or turn his legs into Springs to jump high up into the air, though this really fucking hurts.
Name: Libera me from hell!
Height: 3 meters
Firepower: E
Accuracy: E
Melee:A
Speed: B
Maneuverability: A
Durability: C
Appearance: somethin' like this, I'd say, without the Firepower, of course, as well as much longer arms, and thicker forearms. Some longer, thinner legs wouldn't be half-bad either.. Also, it'd be painted up brown with gold highlights, and be covered in scratched on ravings from Sill himself, plenty of expletives, and generic angry statements, across the back, painted in big red letters, it says: "LIBERATE ME FROM THIS HELL".
Weapons and Abilities: Giant. Fucking. Boxing gloves. Literally huge, solid metal pieces on its arms mildly styled after boxing gloves.
Stand Burst*: He turns his gloves into Springs that compress down into drills imbued with stand energy, these only last for so long however, and fall apart rather quickly, leaving him without any weapons.
