Post by Clash on Jun 29, 2011 0:55:27 GMT -6
Name: Clash
Aliases: MegaloClashus, Nightmare Clash, MegaMegaMega, HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT, Kolus-Clash
Age: quite old
Gender: Male
Species: Ancient Mecha Megalodon
Alignment: Primal Prime-Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Long Ago, revived during the war
Place of Birth: The Reich Headquarters, Originally the Depths
Physical Appearance:
His Normal Form, spanning over 20 meters in length.
or
A muscled man standing nearly 7 feet tall, with long blond hair and a short, stubbly beard. He has angular features, a slightly hooked nose, and piercing eyes. He wears a gray undershirt, black military pants and boots, and a Reich Guard's black coat with metal pauldrons and Officer's chains and honors.
Personality: Violent and Selfish, Arrogant and Callous. What he wants, he takes. He eats what he wishes and kills when he wishes, and no one refuses his demands and survives. Clash's animalistic instincts and beastly emotions are tempered by a cold, mechanical mind. Nothing holds personal value, few things can sway him from his goals, and his wrath is direct and brutal. Clash lives in the now, few things in the past are worth remembering and whatever is in the future will be dealt with when the time comes. This is a weakness of Clash's, limited planning capability. Another weakness is a gullibility, a naive trust inherent in all Clashes. He's too willing to trust the word of those at face value, though when you have everyone's lives in your hands its easy for you to trust them.
Special Abilities:
Clashformation: Megalodon Clash is capable of converting his considerable size into a human body. Unlike the other Clashes, his transformation does not reveal any physical weaknesses to be exploited. His human form has greatly enhanced physical strength, dexterity, stamina, and durability.
Mecha-Megalodon Body: In terms of size, Clash's Mechanical Megalodon Body is 4 times the size of the other Clashes. He's also the only one equipped with arms and legs in his shark form. His clawed hands are capable of cutting through the wings of a boeing 747 and his legs pack enough force to allow Clash a running speed of up to 70 miles per hour, as well as a leap up to 50 miles in height and a kick capable of levelling a skyscraper. His tail is like a massive axe from hell and his dorsal fin is bladed though this may just be for cosmetic effects at this point.
Maw of Doom: Clash's mouth has 5 rows of massive metal teeth, all on motorized tracks moving in alternating directions at high speeds. On top of this, the area within Clash's mouth has several "harpoon arms" that work can entangle pray and pull it into Clash's mouth. Past the rotating jaws and the harpoon arms is an abyss which no being has survived. Needless to say Maw of Doom is an accurate name for Clash's gaping jaws.
Laser Vision: Clash's eyes are capable of producing two high output energy beams, these beams have been known to burn and cut through military grade steel a foot thick with ease and burn holes in bunkers meant to protect against nuclear blasts.
Weapons:
London Calling: When in human form, Clash wields a rather large-handled morning star. The whole weapon is made of an unknown metal of a dark blue tinge, and the weapon itself is the size of a sledgehammer. It would take a normal person two hands to lift it but Clash is able to swing it one-handed like it was a wooden stick.
The Rayz: Clash has two large Rayz on his back. As the name implies, these symbiotic weapons resemble manta rays and have large cloak-like bodies. The tails of these Rayz are razor sharp and the bodies are capable of flight via gravity manipulation. They are capable of producing Krusha Blasts, powerful concussive waves akin to a solid shot from a Howitzer artillery cannon. These blasts can be fired at rates up to one Krusha per second, though higher rates of fire require longer cooldown times and risk serious damage to the Rayz from strain.
History:
A great evil lurked at the heart of the world. The war had grown dire, and the commander had called upon an ancient being, the greatest of all sharks, to be brought to life. They called him a madman, even before the Megalodon was revived, but the shark was the insignia of the Reich and Megalodon was the greatest of all sharks, as the Reich was the greatest of all world powers. They dredged up the remains, remnant fossils from the depths. With a genetic base kept pure for centuries with the ancient bones they begun to grow a new weapon. When the war turned against them and time became a luxury they could ill afford they switched to cybernetics. Experimental technologies encasing the fledgling body of their savior. Glowing red eyes flickering on as the machine-monster's awakening mind became aware, the still developing body suspended in a high-nutrient liquid within the Reich's headquarters.
The tide of the war had turned again.
The Winged Guard and The Turtle Guard spearheaded assault after assault, the IronTooth marching across the battlefield. Fire from its eyes reduced tanks to smouldering ruins and its claws and teeth turned even the mighty V-18 Sky Fortresses into rusted and shattered memories. The royal parliament fell when the Irontooth personally scaled its minaretted dome, the ruined capitol now the sight for the Reich's greatest conquest, the United Front's forces broken and relenting. The Shark insignia was unfurled and the Naval Cross banners hung from every flagpole and window. Yawei's people of the sea, the rightful heirs to the world, took their place as the master race of Heirsie. The Reichmaster and his cabinet gave thanks and saluted the honor guards who won them the war and the IronTooth, the greatest military and Scientific achievement in history.
Then IronTooth turned.
the town of New Lundonne was the first to lose contact. Then another and another. Airforce vehicles confirmed it. IronTooth had rebelled. The Machine Monster moved from city to city, all before it trembled in fear and all behind it burned and rotted. military efforts to halt the beast were eradicated immediately and attempts to bargain or barter either delayed the beast or ended in disaster. Only a few short years after the Reich had one its war, the world itself kneeling before it, they were brought to their own knees by IronTooth, the savior of the Reich. Heirsie burned, and the few still alive trembled at the dark god that roamed the blasted world. When the barriers of reality started to weaken, Heirsei shuddered. Already barely held together after the onslaught of IronTooth, the fabric of the world caved in on itself, the land split and the sky opened. IronTooth vanished in a ball of fire, and reality ended.
During its travels, too powerful in form to be destroyed by the mere end of all existence, yet too simple in mind to control its travels through the ether, IronTooth learned. He renamed himself Clash, after a lesser being he killed, and he learned of what he was capable of. The many realities were bound and woven, strange lines connecting everything, every possible when and where and why, to a single edifice of the Creator's folly: The Downward Spiral. It had to belong to the IronTooth god of the lost Heirsei. Clash's massive form and apex predator mind moved through the lanes between existence, and the ancient shark monster emerged in Genesis. He had learned much on his travels and killed many creatures, this world would be no different, a hunting ground for the greatest life form.
Aliases: MegaloClashus, Nightmare Clash, MegaMegaMega, HOLY CRAP WHAT IS THAT, Kolus-Clash
Age: quite old
Gender: Male
Species: Ancient Mecha Megalodon
Alignment: Primal Prime-Evil
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Long Ago, revived during the war
Place of Birth: The Reich Headquarters, Originally the Depths
Physical Appearance:
His Normal Form, spanning over 20 meters in length.
or
A muscled man standing nearly 7 feet tall, with long blond hair and a short, stubbly beard. He has angular features, a slightly hooked nose, and piercing eyes. He wears a gray undershirt, black military pants and boots, and a Reich Guard's black coat with metal pauldrons and Officer's chains and honors.
Personality: Violent and Selfish, Arrogant and Callous. What he wants, he takes. He eats what he wishes and kills when he wishes, and no one refuses his demands and survives. Clash's animalistic instincts and beastly emotions are tempered by a cold, mechanical mind. Nothing holds personal value, few things can sway him from his goals, and his wrath is direct and brutal. Clash lives in the now, few things in the past are worth remembering and whatever is in the future will be dealt with when the time comes. This is a weakness of Clash's, limited planning capability. Another weakness is a gullibility, a naive trust inherent in all Clashes. He's too willing to trust the word of those at face value, though when you have everyone's lives in your hands its easy for you to trust them.
Special Abilities:
Clashformation: Megalodon Clash is capable of converting his considerable size into a human body. Unlike the other Clashes, his transformation does not reveal any physical weaknesses to be exploited. His human form has greatly enhanced physical strength, dexterity, stamina, and durability.
Mecha-Megalodon Body: In terms of size, Clash's Mechanical Megalodon Body is 4 times the size of the other Clashes. He's also the only one equipped with arms and legs in his shark form. His clawed hands are capable of cutting through the wings of a boeing 747 and his legs pack enough force to allow Clash a running speed of up to 70 miles per hour, as well as a leap up to 50 miles in height and a kick capable of levelling a skyscraper. His tail is like a massive axe from hell and his dorsal fin is bladed though this may just be for cosmetic effects at this point.
Maw of Doom: Clash's mouth has 5 rows of massive metal teeth, all on motorized tracks moving in alternating directions at high speeds. On top of this, the area within Clash's mouth has several "harpoon arms" that work can entangle pray and pull it into Clash's mouth. Past the rotating jaws and the harpoon arms is an abyss which no being has survived. Needless to say Maw of Doom is an accurate name for Clash's gaping jaws.
Laser Vision: Clash's eyes are capable of producing two high output energy beams, these beams have been known to burn and cut through military grade steel a foot thick with ease and burn holes in bunkers meant to protect against nuclear blasts.
Weapons:
London Calling: When in human form, Clash wields a rather large-handled morning star. The whole weapon is made of an unknown metal of a dark blue tinge, and the weapon itself is the size of a sledgehammer. It would take a normal person two hands to lift it but Clash is able to swing it one-handed like it was a wooden stick.
The Rayz: Clash has two large Rayz on his back. As the name implies, these symbiotic weapons resemble manta rays and have large cloak-like bodies. The tails of these Rayz are razor sharp and the bodies are capable of flight via gravity manipulation. They are capable of producing Krusha Blasts, powerful concussive waves akin to a solid shot from a Howitzer artillery cannon. These blasts can be fired at rates up to one Krusha per second, though higher rates of fire require longer cooldown times and risk serious damage to the Rayz from strain.
History:
A great evil lurked at the heart of the world. The war had grown dire, and the commander had called upon an ancient being, the greatest of all sharks, to be brought to life. They called him a madman, even before the Megalodon was revived, but the shark was the insignia of the Reich and Megalodon was the greatest of all sharks, as the Reich was the greatest of all world powers. They dredged up the remains, remnant fossils from the depths. With a genetic base kept pure for centuries with the ancient bones they begun to grow a new weapon. When the war turned against them and time became a luxury they could ill afford they switched to cybernetics. Experimental technologies encasing the fledgling body of their savior. Glowing red eyes flickering on as the machine-monster's awakening mind became aware, the still developing body suspended in a high-nutrient liquid within the Reich's headquarters.
The tide of the war had turned again.
The Winged Guard and The Turtle Guard spearheaded assault after assault, the IronTooth marching across the battlefield. Fire from its eyes reduced tanks to smouldering ruins and its claws and teeth turned even the mighty V-18 Sky Fortresses into rusted and shattered memories. The royal parliament fell when the Irontooth personally scaled its minaretted dome, the ruined capitol now the sight for the Reich's greatest conquest, the United Front's forces broken and relenting. The Shark insignia was unfurled and the Naval Cross banners hung from every flagpole and window. Yawei's people of the sea, the rightful heirs to the world, took their place as the master race of Heirsie. The Reichmaster and his cabinet gave thanks and saluted the honor guards who won them the war and the IronTooth, the greatest military and Scientific achievement in history.
Then IronTooth turned.
the town of New Lundonne was the first to lose contact. Then another and another. Airforce vehicles confirmed it. IronTooth had rebelled. The Machine Monster moved from city to city, all before it trembled in fear and all behind it burned and rotted. military efforts to halt the beast were eradicated immediately and attempts to bargain or barter either delayed the beast or ended in disaster. Only a few short years after the Reich had one its war, the world itself kneeling before it, they were brought to their own knees by IronTooth, the savior of the Reich. Heirsie burned, and the few still alive trembled at the dark god that roamed the blasted world. When the barriers of reality started to weaken, Heirsei shuddered. Already barely held together after the onslaught of IronTooth, the fabric of the world caved in on itself, the land split and the sky opened. IronTooth vanished in a ball of fire, and reality ended.
During its travels, too powerful in form to be destroyed by the mere end of all existence, yet too simple in mind to control its travels through the ether, IronTooth learned. He renamed himself Clash, after a lesser being he killed, and he learned of what he was capable of. The many realities were bound and woven, strange lines connecting everything, every possible when and where and why, to a single edifice of the Creator's folly: The Downward Spiral. It had to belong to the IronTooth god of the lost Heirsei. Clash's massive form and apex predator mind moved through the lanes between existence, and the ancient shark monster emerged in Genesis. He had learned much on his travels and killed many creatures, this world would be no different, a hunting ground for the greatest life form.
