The Last Oddetsey

[GF93]

Just going to post my character's profile.

Name- Epsilon (ε)
Gender- None (Thought referred to as Male)
Species- Android/Robot (Whichever term you prefer)
Dice Roll- 15

Stats
STRENGTH- 2
AGILITY- 3
WILL- 2
INTELLIGENCE-3

Appearance-
Designed and built in a secret laboratory located somewhere in the Dzhugdzhur Mountains of Siberia, Epsilon was a prototype combat robot. As part of its design, it utilised a unique AI system that would effectively allow it to learn and adapt to its surroundings very quickly much like a living being; albiet minus what were considered to be the negatives of human consciousness, such as emotions and frailty, which would in theory, allow it to become the perfect soldier.
However- although the robot's AI system appeared to work well, an error in applying it to Epsilon itself caused it to develop an artificial thinking 'brain' from its system, giving it self-awareness. After breaking out, eluding its creators and destroying their laboratory, it went on the run- until now.

Epsilon is humanoid in shape- its chassis is based around a super-flexible armoured skeleton that reduces damage by about 91%, and is clad predominantly in a very dark grey endoskeleton made of a specially-designed, flexible alloy that is lightweight yet extremely strong, and bends on severe impacts and retains its shape rather than breaking or shattering.

It has smooth, white panelling layered on top of this armour, predominantly on its forearms/hands, lower legs/feet, upper torso/shoulders, and pelvic region, and has a stylised ε symbol etched into one side of its torso armour, which glows blue.

Its head is covered by a white helmet with a visor in the front, concealing broad-range camera "eyes" that have a higher framerate than the normal human eye, and can adapt to see in different situations (Such as in the dark), an ultra-sensitive sound recognition system that can hear a far broader spectrum of sounds than the normal human ear, its compact supercomputer 'brain', and a built-in scanning system that allows it to temporarily copy the abilities of others. Its visor typically glows blue when powered on.

Its main weapons are concealed in its forearms- compact but powerful "Wrist Cannons" that accumulate and convert energy into powerful beams that can be fired in a variety of ways, along with being able to channel the abilities of its opponents through both its cannons and its hands as necessary.

Its body contains its primary power supply- an experimental Power Core that generates both the necessary energy to fuel all of Epsilon’s systems, and enough for a secondary supply that can be used when producing energy via normal means becomes impossible. It also contains an ultra-compact tank of Micro-Fusion fuel (In order for Epsilon to be active if his main Power Core is damaged or otherwise inactive, and his secondary supply runs out.), and a specialised Central Control System and Internal CPU capable of high mathematical logic enactment.
At the slightest sign of danger, the neuron connections simultaneously inform each section of the body to correspond. In short, this allows Epsilon to react extremely quickly to certain situations.

Its legs contain three main features- a Gyroscopic Stabiliser that enables Epsilon to land cleanly in any area, from almost any kind of state, an Acceleration System that allows it to quickly accelerate over short distances along the ground, and a powerful Thruster and Anti-Gravity device in each foot that allows it to hover and fly at high speed over short-to-medium distances.


Personality-
Due to being a robot, Epsilon appears to lack personality initially- quiet and emotionless. However, with its thinking 'brain', it does actually have one, albeit quite in-line with its initial purpose- very intelligent, but rather cold-hearted and ruthless in its approach, doing whatever is necessary to attain its goals.
Since going on the run from the laboratory that created it, Epsilon has taken up a profession as a very skilled freelance bounty hunter and assassin. Although it prefers to utilise strategy and cunning use of its internal weaponry to defeat its opponents, it can also fight with deadly force.


Weaponry/Abilities-

• Specially-designed Wrist Cannons with a variety of different firing modes. These include Rapid armour-piercing shots that can fire at a maximum rate of approximately 7,000rpm, explosive grenade-like pockets of energy that can detonate with varying force (From about a Hand Grenade to a similar level as a Bunker Buster) constant light-like Beams for burning through multiple targets, and the ability to accumulate energy and release it in the form of bigger and more powerful Shots.
• Using a powerful Copy System, Epsilon has the ability to temporarily replicate the powers and abilities of others. By staring at them and scanning and copying their life data, Epsilon is capable of immediately and flawlessly copying other people's combat techniques, fighting moves and even superhuman abilities unique to specific individuals.
• Combination of an internal Anti-Gravity Device and thrusters in its feet allow it to hover and fly at high speed over short-to-medium distances.

Weaknesses

• Whilst in theory its Copy Ability does make his abilities potentially limitless, he has to deactivate his Wrist Cannons and scan his opponent before he can use their abilities due to limits with his power core, and he can only use one saved ability at a time.
• Its Wrist Cannons are powerful, but since they tap power directly from his core, he cannot use them too much in one go, and must take brief periods to cool down and recharge between firing. If he doesn't, he could potentially overload his core and destroy himself.
• Cannot fly as fast as it wants to within the atmosphere, since this will cause it to overheat from atmospheric friction.

[alex_holt]

EPSILON

There had been a period of about where Epsilon's diagnostic systems had been giving nonsensical readings, it would seem it's power core had interacted strangely with something causing some sort of weird suspension in an energy field, moving at a fraction of the rate he should have been moving. Early on he had detected ten other beings pass by him in this strange place, however they were swiftly gone. But now eventually the energy has ebbed away, and suddenly Epsilon finds itself spat out into the normal world again.

Strangely he appears to have knocked a Giant Penguin out on impact, causing it to drop both the knife and leash of the chimera it was holding. Nearby, there are a bunch of very varied beings singing.

TWITCH

As Twitch flies through the control tower, he manages to do it successfully without being spotted. However, this on closer observation isn't as impressive a feat as it may seem - the intricate writing that covers the golem is apparently its magical "programming", but the fact it doesn't seem interested in anything beyond its work station gives the pretty clear impression that it is literally programmed to work there, it doesn't react to anything that isn't on that screen.

He also spots a large red button labelled "Emergency Hangar Door".

[GF93]

EPSILON

There had been a period of about where Epsilon's diagnostic systems had been giving nonsensical readings, it would seem it's power core had interacted strangely with something causing some sort of weird suspension in an energy field, moving at a fraction of the rate he should have been moving. Early on he had detected ten other beings pass by him in this strange place, however they were swiftly gone. But now eventually the energy has ebbed away, and suddenly Epsilon finds itself spat out into the normal world again.

Strangely he appears to have knocked a Giant Penguin out on impact, causing it to drop both the knife and leash of the chimera it was holding. Nearby, there are a bunch of very varied beings singing.

After its diagnostic systems had reset to normal, Epsilon glanced around, almost in bewilderment, at what had just happened. Not quite sure what to make of the situation, it glanced down at the unconscious Penguin at its feet, and then towards the very varied singing beings.

[kodster]

Rift creatures... Eudial's brain, tired from the previous situations, had to go back to the grindstone here. Why was she resistant to the rift? Did she possess some quality that made her immune to it, perhaps? And what EXACTLY were these creatures? What was "The Sucker"? Why is this world so damned weird...

But the many questions that were boiling in her mind, she knew had no current answers, and it was useless to dwell on them. She glared at Vortigon again, glanced at Gaunt, then Cleo, and then came to rest on the recent acquiantance, the Brain of Krull or whatever she was called.

An idea came to her... a truly foolish idea, but an idea nonetheless. "Does the thing respond to sounds?" Eudial questioned, hopeful for at least one answer.

[NFX]

'Emergency Hangar Door'. Well, damn if it wasn't straightforward. Twitch dutifully flapped his way towards it...and hesitated. This was far too simple. A giant button telling you exactly what it did? It had to be a trap. He would press it, and then there would be nets and guns and lasers and minions and he would be captured and shot and then he would be cooked at 240 degrees for 90 minutes and served with fries and guacamole dip. Or maybe it wasn't a trap, maybe it was just easier for the guys who worked here. There certainly were a lot of buttons around. Opening and closing the hangar doors by accident would definitely be problematic. But then why would a giant spaceship be protected just with a button? Surely they would give it more security than that. How would the spaceship even work? How could he get into it? How did it fly? What just fell out of the sky and took out that penguin? What was that gun the penguin had? Why is there a man made out of paper here, what is written on his back, why has he not noticed me yet...

His mind was overloading with uncertainty and panic, and Twitch very nearly bottled the whole thing, aiming to escape through the open window. In his anxiety-addled state, though, and failing to look where he was going, the parrot instead flew at full speed into the closed window alongside it. His helmet protected him for the most part, but he was knocked for quite a literal loop from the impact, soaring and diving through the air with no clear direction, before plummeting headfirst into the giant red button with 'Emergency Hangar Door' written on it, and promptly flopping to the ground.

[steven_mcg]

Well, this place certainly looks familiar. There's got to be a loudhailer or something that I ca-

As the Fortress slowly reaches a stop above the Old World Society, suddenly an area behind the Professor is suddenly filled with the holographic projections of the members of the Society.

"We were wondering who would have managed to fidn the Fortress. We should have known it would be you Vengeance" says the metamorphing cloaked figure of the Catalyst.

"Why are you here?" Spodra interjects abruptly "And how did you manage to wrest control of the Fortress, I'm surprised that anyone could find it, let alone hotwire it".

GYAH!

For God's sake, you could've hailed me before you pixelated in like that! Giving the man driving the flying castle over a large populated area a heart attack isn't terribly clever.

How did I find it? That would be telling. Let's just say that, in a way, it found me.

As to why I'm here, my good...thing, I've come for tea with the Botanist. Tall fellow, moist, bony, bit of a green thumb. Come on, you must know him. After all, this is the Old World Society, is it not?

Oh, don't look so shocked. Three little letters: G.P.S.

I need to ask him a question, one which could affect the entire future of...well, the future. I need to know what thingygummy he gave Lord Doomforall and what that Rift-wrecking rapscallion's plan to save reality actually is.

[playzooki]

playzooki walked out of the courtyard and onto a street

[alex_holt]

EPSILON, MARISA and AURELIA

Although walking towards a group of singers seems like a straightforward task, the Chimera let off the leash by its master being knocked unconscious by Epsilons arrival somewhat complicates matters. The singers scatter to avoid the charge and the little blue hover mammoth swears loudly as its force-bubble is buffeted by an unexpected blast of fire. Clearly the chimera needs to be out of the picture before anything else goes on here.

Please give tactics for this fight!

EUDIAL
"We haven't really done a lot to test the capabilities of the parasites - they are infused with Rift energy, so except for Rift-infused beings like you, they could cut through most things like butter should they want to, as one of our interns found out..."

TWITCH
With his sudden pressing of the button the hangar doors do open, almost anticlimatically. The paper golem doesn't even react beyond a brief pause as if recalculating something, it just carries on with whatever it was doing. The hatch is rather huge however, and a short flight proves to Twitch that just because the hangar doors are open, he still has to get into the ship and pilot it. There is a single elderly tortoise holding a blunderbuss asleep next to the ship - presumably they didn't think people would get this far.

PROFESSOR VENGEANCE

The Botanist replies, sounding like a sulky child "He took my Quercus parstemopris nut! I told everyone! No one cared, and now it might be important suddenly everyone wants to help. My poor little nut, all lost and alone, who knows what that awful man might have done to it!"

The Catalyst interjects - "Are you saying that Doomforall had a plan after all?" The strange metamorphic being sounds particularly interested compared even to the other three. "What has he asked you to do, and how does it help him when he's floating up there sprouting tendrils of the end of everything into space?"

PLAYZOOKI

Playzooki leaves the courtyard and wanders onwards, before eventually arriving at a signpost "Welcome to Melded's Historic Lycra District - It's Almost Like Wearing Nothing at All". It appears this place is the traditional part of town both for lycra manufacture, but also sporty people to hang out.

Suddenly he is beckoned over by a really muscular and manly bipedal crocodile wearing lycra shorts which somehow has a handlebar moustache standing outside some kind of Gym looking building. He is about as 80s as a crocodile could concievably be, and then a bit more.

"Welcome friend! You seem a bit lost, worried and confused, perhaps you would feel a bit more confident in yourself after taking one of our complimentary training montages! My name is Hercules Atlas III and this is my Montage Dojo! We offer new customers one of our special double-courses entirely for free to see if they like it, and they can pay for any more they want! Feel free to pick one of:

Really Powerful Punching and Plaster of Paris Sculpturing of Sleepy Cats
Axe Fighting and Floral Cross-stitch
or
Chainsaw fighting and Wedding Cake Decoration

It's only take a few minutes, and then you'll be able to fight and craft like a Pro!"

[majinb]

Aurelia turns around to face the people that until very recently were her a cappella singing ensemble, or at least the ones that hadn't fled beyond her line of sight yet.

"I am Aurelia.
And I see a whole army of my a cappella singers, here in defiance of tyranny!
You have come to fight as free men and women and various genderless creatures.
And free man or woman or genderless creature you are!
What will you do without freedom?
Will you fight?"

"An a cappella vocal group against a Chimera?"

a squirrel shouted.

"No! We will run... and live!"

"Yes!"

Aurelia shouted back.

"Fight and you may die.
Run and you will live at least awhile.
And dying in your bed many years from now,
would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance,
to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take our freedom!"

[kodster]

"We haven't really done a lot to test the capabilities of the parasites - they are infused with Rift energy, so except for Rift-infused beings like you, they could cut through most things like butter should they want to, as one of our interns found out..."

"Well normally I wouldn't oppose a violent solution, but I feel in the mood for a little music... perhaps this will have an effect on them."

With that, Eudial lifted out her precious instrument found in the glass tube room and, before anyone could stop her, put it to her lips and began to play. She was quite skilled in the art, after all, but really... all she wanted to do was let her current feelings go in song. And she got right into it...