Username: jackdaniel0 Character Name: Poke Age: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Height is 5'8', spiky hair, cyan eyes, black coat and red t-shirt, dark-blue jeans and black-white shoes. Bio: It wasn't until an incident involving an exploding soccerball that Poke realized what he could do. At first, people were afraid, but his old friends, who knew of his cheery and joke-cracking behavior, were able to convince him that he could be as humane as the next human. Poke was happy, but his parents always encouraged them to stay away, them being rather discriminatory. When Poke had enough, he dropped his name and left his family, being helped by a friend in making a new home in Organna. He named himself after a few humorous incidents where, during the early days where his powers were uncontrollable, anything he poked would end up with a small explosion in its face. Primary Power*: Explosive Matter - He can form matter by releasing a white gas that he can manipulate to shift in to a hovering shape. What ever he puts out can become a solid, and when it's hit hard enough, it'll explode. If he releases it as just a regular gas, then it'll have to be ignited to go ka-boom. The amount of power depends on how much energy he puts in to it, ranging from fireballs the size of small firecrackers to dynamite explosions. He has a finite pool of gas, and it is constantly regenerating. However, when he's used every bit of it, he can not draw out any more power until the bar's set back to 100%. He is able to tell(With slight difficulty)how much amount of energy he has left. He can also train himself to increase his limit. Inherited Power*: Healing factor - Healing is at superhuman levels -limit : His factor is greatly reduced(A knife wound would take more than a day to fully heal) , so while his healing is just above average(Definitely not superhuman as described above), it won't be much help in a fight if he's constantly getting pounded. And if he takes enough damage, then his inherited power won't work at all until he gets out of battle. Weapon: Besides his power, a yo-yo and a matchbox. No, seriously, an actual, pretty tough, but otherwise regular yo-yo. He's pretty good with it, too. Starting Location: Human District Other: Since his explosives blow up on his command, or from being forced to, then if you can pull off some Kung-Fu Panda tricks, you can direct the matter back at him, or at anyone else. Theme: Reverse Situation - Naruto Shippuden
For some reason, his eyes opened in panic. What was going on? Why did he suddenly wake from his rather refreshing nap? Did something happen nearby, the events of which loud enough to enduce his rather rude awakening? Questions flurried through his mind as he realized his awkward position. He slid to the side and fallen sideways on to the pavement. Maybe that was what caused it... He pushed himself up, stretching and yawning. Alcer took a look around to see if there were any signs of danger. If there were, he couldn't see any. Mumbling complaints, he took another glance around and realized something important. “Ah, crap.” As he ran through Idenshi, focusing only on getting away from a cannibalistic murderer, he’d gotten himself lost deep in the depths of the city. “God. Damn it.” He groaned, placing a hand on his forehead as he made his way towards God-knows-where. He wasn't sure how long he walked, but as he took one more step, he realized a stinging pain growing in his abdomen. Looking down, he yelped at the sight, and then remembered. "Oh yeah..." Pulling out the screwdriver out of his stomach(With a few grunts of pain), he saw skin grow over the open wound and felt his powers fix up the rest. "Ah, advanced healing...I love you." He smiled, pocketing the screwdriver as he headed unknowingly towards the bridge leading to Dynami.
Somehow, someway, he managed to escape, with barely any injuries but a screwdriver in his abdomen, which he'd completely forgotten about as he made his way down the streets of Idenshi. Now feeling the full effects of all the parkour, running, and fatigue, he rested his back on a wall of a building and started to take deeper breaths. Staying there for a few seconds, he plopped down on the ground and groaned. "That...Was way too close..." His clothes were slightly tattered in different positions, but he didn't care. He didn't get eaten, and that was good enough for him. Taking another look around to make sure that the brothers still weren't there, he leaned back and shut his eyes, smiling. "Well...Not too shabby for a first day." He muttered, sleep slowly edging in to him.
Why settle for killing the joke? Kill the jokes family, kill the joker, kill everything
omni directional mobility gear how bout you swing on out iwth that dumb donkey name
Wat isnt xemnas 19
no you do not you be dead by then
okay then fiesta toilet 99,999,999,999,999,463 just so you know it is literally impossible to count down because itd take over 3 centuries
wouldnt that mean-- 99,999,999,999,999,465 99,999,999,999,999,464 99,999,999,999,999,463
dayum
So why was he found frozen lying down...? HMM
Its about you Its about me Its about hopes Its about dreams Its about friends that work together To claim their destiny Its about reaching for the skies POKEMON Having the courage and willing to try Its about never giving up so hold your head up And we will carry on SINNOH LEAGUE VICTORS POKEMON i mean what
I wouldnt be able to wait until the final episode is dubbed
OF COURSE, COMPLETELY MISS. Berating himself, he decided that there really wouldn't be another use for the remaining shard. He already proved that his aim sucked, and it wouldn't do well in close combat, so he might as well get rid of it. That way, he'd have both hands free. Tossing it in to the air, he clambered on to the roof and rushed towards the edge. Realizing soon that there was no where else to go but down or forward, he kept running. Glancing back, he yelled, "WHY ARE THERE FIVE OF YOU!" Hoping that it would at least work for a while, he leaped off the edge and saw the building come closer and closer. Arms flailing, he desperately reached to try and grab on. Of course, he ended up banging his face against the wall instead, a few feet short. "OW--" Bouncing off, he ricocheted off of fire escapes, clothes lines, and walls until he landed on the side of a dumpster, rolling on to a trash bag and right off. Groaning in pain, he felt his powers heal at his wounds. Something felt off, though...Trying to get up, he nearly hurled at the sudden spike of pain in his stomach. Looking down, he rolled his eyes. "Always wanted a screwdriver in my stomach--WHO LEFT THIS HERE?" He yelled, and remembering his situation, he made another run for it, heading out the alley.
im asian you cocktail muggle boot
im still going to kill chicken turtles
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"Ah, fudgesticks." Hearing the insane murderer clamber up towards him, he started screaming as he tried to quicken his paces. "AAH. I'M GOING TO GET EATEN. AAH." Tightening his grip on his glass shards, he realized that he'd completely forgotten about them. He still had them, and they could still be used! Well, with what he'd seen, they'd probably do jack if he just tried to stab him again. But there had to be some sort of soft spot... He tried looking around for something larger, but realized he was climbing up a fire escape. Who left iron poles around? Sighing, he glanced behind him and immediately regretted it. "NO. NO!" He shouted, throwing one of his shards towards Darius' eyes. Pleasemakeitpleasemakeitpleasemakeit-- Eyes glued to the hostile-looking stranger, he waited until he was out of sight to turn to face the friendlier one. Unable to restrict a smile at his hunger, he he shook his head. "No need--I don't have to eat." Even if that were taken in a literal sense, it still would've been pretty accurate. After all, a cyborg like him didn't need food to live. "...But I guess it wouldn't hurt..." He muttered, following him inside. "So, what's your name?" He asked as he stepped inside.
no nein
Running as fast as he could, he glanced back and found Darius giving chase, boned arm ready to stab him. "Swiss--FUDGE--CHEESE!" He shouted, dodging random pedestrians and zig-zagging through light poles. He even jumped as he ran and spun to kick back a trash can towards him, landing safely and continuing his sprint. Darius would catch up soon, and it looked like the other one would, as well. Either way, stand and fight or run and get caught were both stupid options and he'd probably end up dead. Turning in to an alley, he looked straight ahead and found a dead end. Skidding to avoid crashing, he looked around and spotted a fire escape. Using his remaining momentum, he charged towards it and jumped up, reaching the ladder. Climbing frantically, he ran up the stairs as fast as he could. "C'monc'monc'mon!" He yelled, hoping to reach the roof before they tried to cut him down.
