Post by Khralse on Feb 16, 2013 1:24:56 GMT -6
Name: Clash
Aliases: the shark, that shark.
Age: Unknown, Claims to be 10
Gender: Male
Species: Cybernetic Manufactured Organism
Alignment: "Good"
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Unknown.
Place of Birth: Factory World, Registration NBM-313
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
Clash-Splash: Clash is able to pass through any solid material, swimming through it as though it as a liquid natural to the nautical species he's from. This allows him to travel up any solid surface, over any ceiling, or even pass through floors and walls quickly, protruding through the ground. He cannot fly though, that's silly.
Energy Conversion: Clash's body has a lossless matter-to-energy conversion process within his digestive tract. No poop, only power. There is no material he cannot digest and convert into energy.
Regeneration: Energy gained and used to empower the shark can be burned to knit any wound, resealing and even regrowing damaged portions of the shark's body. So long as energy is there to burn he can mend any rend, repair any tear, and regrow whatever you blow off. This process burns his power reserves like nothing else, though, and Clash can find himself burning all his reserves and falling into a coma if he's not careful.
Weapons:
Sharky Metal Body: Plated with dark-blue materials of an unknown origin and with a technological biology, this is one tough cookie! Clash's fins (Pectoral, Dorsal, ect.) are all bladed, granting him multiple slashing and parrying weapons along his body, and his tail resembles a great scything axe capable of delivering huge arcing slashes and cleaves.
The Maw: Clash's many rows of teeth are capable of moving like the teeth of many rotary blades or chainsaws, travelling in opposing directions. What's more, the inside of his throat has a spinning array of blades and augers capable of grinding and dicing anything swallowed, an unholy glow lurking behind the moving blades. Needless to say his mouth is to be avoided at all costs.
Symbiotic weaponry: Many sharks pick up symbiotic pets, but Clash's are more helpful than others. Six small 'Remoraz', as he calls them, are attached to his back. At any point, connected to a remarkably advanced computational cortex, Clash can detach and command his Remoraz. They're capable of flying and fire concussive blasts of hyper-accelerated particles. These blasts have been known to pulverize targets with the same force as a round fired from a tank's main gun. What's more, these Remoraz can rush into an enemy and detonate themselves with an immense amount of force. These Remoraz draw power from Clash and can only recharge while attached to him. they regenerate within 24 hours after detonating.
History:
In the BEGINNING:
There are many like him, sent through dimensions for unknown reasons, but all of them are similar. Clash came to Genesis for unknown reasons shortly after the creation of the Downward Spiral. The sharky form fell out of the sky and found the new world unusual and kinda empty at first... Then again he was in an open expanse with nothing around 'cuz he was a dumb shark. They're always dumb. Always.
The being only knew its name was Clash and that it was a shark. He gave himself time to acclimatize to existence, and to realize he was sentient. Most people do not need to go through this process, and many more never realize their own sentience. This is irrelevant though, I used it to pad my history. Clash soon got himself involved with some unsavoury individuals though...
Extradimentional Interlopers.
A bunch of weird people with odd hair had come to Genesis from another world for reasons never fully understood by Clash, but he hung out with them for a bit, then an evil pile of laundry declared the apocalypse. Clash wasn't too happy, having just got here and all, and decided to join in the fight against the dread laundryman, hoping to leave him hampered. However a bold sacrifice and a horrible discovery forced the shark to flee into a mysterious icy plane during an event that was ACTUALLY called...
CRISIS ON INFINITE SHARKS
The downward spiral removing the barriers between realities resulted in the unwanted reunions of two wayward sharks. Both from the same factory world. Things got dicey as the two started the name calling and fin-slapping. Soon the two went their separate ways, unhappy with each other's shenanigans. It wasn't the end, though. As history rolled on more variants of Clash from more and more realities poured in. One even had boobs, that was messed up. But as history rolled on still and forgot about the Clashes, the Clashes forgot about Genesis, many leaving until only this one remained, only the first one on genesis stayed on genesis.
Isafaro and darkness
The Shark laid low, as best as a mentally stunted robot shark could at least. Clash remained on genesis and sought to better himself, even bringing himself to bare against many foes, attempting to defend the innocent or some similarly one-dimensional and noble goal. However it was in the industrial dictatorship of Isafaro that Clash was caught and dragged underground. The scientists had a field day, ripping and cutting and probing. More chop shop butchery than scientific autopsy. Soon what little remained was stored in a heavy vault known as G/03, left to rot...
Aliases: the shark, that shark.
Age: Unknown, Claims to be 10
Gender: Male
Species: Cybernetic Manufactured Organism
Alignment: "Good"
Canon or Original: Original
Date of Birth: Unknown.
Place of Birth: Factory World, Registration NBM-313
Physical Appearance:
Special Abilities:
Clash-Splash: Clash is able to pass through any solid material, swimming through it as though it as a liquid natural to the nautical species he's from. This allows him to travel up any solid surface, over any ceiling, or even pass through floors and walls quickly, protruding through the ground. He cannot fly though, that's silly.
Energy Conversion: Clash's body has a lossless matter-to-energy conversion process within his digestive tract. No poop, only power. There is no material he cannot digest and convert into energy.
Regeneration: Energy gained and used to empower the shark can be burned to knit any wound, resealing and even regrowing damaged portions of the shark's body. So long as energy is there to burn he can mend any rend, repair any tear, and regrow whatever you blow off. This process burns his power reserves like nothing else, though, and Clash can find himself burning all his reserves and falling into a coma if he's not careful.
Weapons:
Sharky Metal Body: Plated with dark-blue materials of an unknown origin and with a technological biology, this is one tough cookie! Clash's fins (Pectoral, Dorsal, ect.) are all bladed, granting him multiple slashing and parrying weapons along his body, and his tail resembles a great scything axe capable of delivering huge arcing slashes and cleaves.
The Maw: Clash's many rows of teeth are capable of moving like the teeth of many rotary blades or chainsaws, travelling in opposing directions. What's more, the inside of his throat has a spinning array of blades and augers capable of grinding and dicing anything swallowed, an unholy glow lurking behind the moving blades. Needless to say his mouth is to be avoided at all costs.
Symbiotic weaponry: Many sharks pick up symbiotic pets, but Clash's are more helpful than others. Six small 'Remoraz', as he calls them, are attached to his back. At any point, connected to a remarkably advanced computational cortex, Clash can detach and command his Remoraz. They're capable of flying and fire concussive blasts of hyper-accelerated particles. These blasts have been known to pulverize targets with the same force as a round fired from a tank's main gun. What's more, these Remoraz can rush into an enemy and detonate themselves with an immense amount of force. These Remoraz draw power from Clash and can only recharge while attached to him. they regenerate within 24 hours after detonating.
History:
In the BEGINNING:
There are many like him, sent through dimensions for unknown reasons, but all of them are similar. Clash came to Genesis for unknown reasons shortly after the creation of the Downward Spiral. The sharky form fell out of the sky and found the new world unusual and kinda empty at first... Then again he was in an open expanse with nothing around 'cuz he was a dumb shark. They're always dumb. Always.
The being only knew its name was Clash and that it was a shark. He gave himself time to acclimatize to existence, and to realize he was sentient. Most people do not need to go through this process, and many more never realize their own sentience. This is irrelevant though, I used it to pad my history. Clash soon got himself involved with some unsavoury individuals though...
Extradimentional Interlopers.
A bunch of weird people with odd hair had come to Genesis from another world for reasons never fully understood by Clash, but he hung out with them for a bit, then an evil pile of laundry declared the apocalypse. Clash wasn't too happy, having just got here and all, and decided to join in the fight against the dread laundryman, hoping to leave him hampered. However a bold sacrifice and a horrible discovery forced the shark to flee into a mysterious icy plane during an event that was ACTUALLY called...
CRISIS ON INFINITE SHARKS
The downward spiral removing the barriers between realities resulted in the unwanted reunions of two wayward sharks. Both from the same factory world. Things got dicey as the two started the name calling and fin-slapping. Soon the two went their separate ways, unhappy with each other's shenanigans. It wasn't the end, though. As history rolled on more variants of Clash from more and more realities poured in. One even had boobs, that was messed up. But as history rolled on still and forgot about the Clashes, the Clashes forgot about Genesis, many leaving until only this one remained, only the first one on genesis stayed on genesis.
Isafaro and darkness
The Shark laid low, as best as a mentally stunted robot shark could at least. Clash remained on genesis and sought to better himself, even bringing himself to bare against many foes, attempting to defend the innocent or some similarly one-dimensional and noble goal. However it was in the industrial dictatorship of Isafaro that Clash was caught and dragged underground. The scientists had a field day, ripping and cutting and probing. More chop shop butchery than scientific autopsy. Soon what little remained was stored in a heavy vault known as G/03, left to rot...
