A Beautiful End, a '9' RPG

I got permission from Hawk, so we're good.

Here are the rules.

-NO ONE LINE POSTS
-Even though this is an alternate timeline here, no making your character a super-Jesus fighter
-Please, no cursing in every other line. Once in a while is alright.
-Any questions, PM me.

OK, if you ever saw '9' or heard of it, you'll know what I'm talking about.

If not, well, here's a link http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/9_(2009_film)

Anyway, here's the character set-up sheet.

Number/Name:

Number Placement:

How long have they been around?:

Abilities:

Weapon(s):

Likes:

Dislikes:

About:

Theme Song: (optional)

Image if you make one:



Here's mine.

Number/Name: 53, rarely referred to as Reaper

Number Placement: Back and shoulder, back is covered, so he added it to his shoulder

How long have they been around?: About 3 years

Abilities: Can craft weapons for others, can rarely see the future

Weapon: Fists, Claytana (straight Claymore blade and a curved Katana handle), staff

Likes: Finding other stitchpunks, fighting, making things, examining old texts and photos

Dislikes: Annoyances, machines, traitors, being restrained, being told what to do. getting sick, Night Terrors

About: 53 is….well, to be honest, an odd fellow. He says he doesn’t like to fight, but when he’s in battle, he shows a state of rage and bloodlust unseen at any other moment, and is in this state until either his opponent or himself lies dead. 53 is somehow very strong for his size, stronger then 8, yet smaller. His creator improved on 8’s design (how he got it I have no idea, so shush) and used a much stronger prototype metal alloy for 53’s joints. With those joints, 53 can also take much more punishment and lift much more then most stitchpunks, hence all the tears and rips that aren’t patched up yet. He doesn’t feel them. He doesn’t openly show his emotions that often. He keeps them inside until he bursts and takes out his stress on the other stitchpunks. He has a dark past that know one knows about except himself, and maybe later on whoever he bonds with. He cares for his fellow stitchpunks in a mostly family-type relationship, as brothers and sisters might. And given how many other stitchpunks there are, there are the annoying ones, like the cousins you want to get away from during the family Christmas. He doesn’t like annoyances and tends to snap when annoyed for too long. When he meets other stitchpunks, he tries to push himself away, so if they die, the loss won’t hurt him as much. This doesn’t usually work, and he ends up connecting with them anyway. He has his moments of joking around, but usually is very serious. His sole purpose was to preserve the lives of the other stitchpunks and restore the Earth, no matter the cost, even his own life. He's a very good fighter, determined, strong, agile, and lightning quick. He has an uncanny ability of making split-second plans that end up working most of the time. He constantly tries to work things out in his mind and is always thinking. He wouldn't even think of betraying any of the other stitchpunks. In his mind, they're of the utmost importance.


Theme Song: Probably this http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/145815



Okiedokie, I'll be truthful, there's no set plot for this. Basically, you can do whatever in a Sandbox-type environment. Make up machines to fight, a past to discover, I don't care, really, I'm just seeing where this will go.


I'll start.


53 pulled his blade out of the Cat Beast.

He looks at the fallen machine with hate.

"Rusty piece of....."

He sighs and sheaths his sword.

"I hate this place."

He looks around and spots an old building.

"Good enough."

He starts walking towards it.

Number/Name: 44

Number Placement: On shoulder armor and back

How long have they been around?: 3 years, made at the same time as 53

Abilities: Strength, average speed, great camouflage skills, average intelligence, and a great fighter

Weapon(s): Arm claws made of scissor blades (like the ones in Predator)

Likes: Hunting and Fighting

Dislikes: Cities and people that talk a lot

About: Made at the same time as 53, even though their numbers are so far apart. He loves to hunt and uses primal instincts and uses basic survival techniques to stay alive. He works together with 53, he uses the weapons that 53 makes. He was also made to protective 53, even though 53 is pretty strong alone. The two make an almost invincible team.

Number/Name:42, sometimes called 'Artist'

Number Placement:Center of chest

How long have they been around?:7 years

Abilities:He can jump about 20 feet into the air, and can instantly master the use of a weapon simply by looking at it. He can also read minds, but on more of a base emotional level (he can sense if someone's angry, but not why).

Weapon(s): He can use any weapon he's ever seen, but he prefers using his set of butcher knives and his Fredy Kruger-esque scissor gloves.

Likes: Brutally murdering anything/one he can find and aranging their remains into kindergarden style arts & crafts projects.

Dislikes: Going more than a week with out killing/destroying someone.

About: He acts happy, espescially when he's killing someone. Like a robotic version of the Joker.

Theme Song: REPO: Legal Assassin



42 had just finished killing his 'little brother' 43.
"hahaha. And now I'll make some snowmen out of his skin! HOHEHAHAHAHAAAAA! I can rhyme!"
After finishing this, he left and began once more to wander the wasteland in search of another victim. He pulled a clipboard out of his cloak and looked at his list.
"Hmmm... Looks like 44 is next." He began to grin maniaclly. "See you soon, little brother."

"Good kill 53" 44 puts his claws away and his spear back on his back. Brushes his armor off and follows 53 to the building.

42 approaches unseen, following 44 and 53 into the building.
"Zip a dee do da, zip a dee ay. Your gonna die, because that's what I say. HA! I rhymed agian."

Number/Name: 13, commonly called "Saint".

Number Placement: Number 1 is on the left shoulder, 3 on right shoulder.

How long have they been around?: 4.2 years.

Abilities: Attracting electricity from long distances (his insides and arms are made of thick metal) and storing/redirecting it with a small core holding up to 500 watts.

Weapon(s): Spider-like attachment on his hand to accurately and strongly redirect electricity in case of an emergency and a wristblade attached under his right hand.

Likes: Powercords, magnets (not in the way 8 liked them), storms, and big power plants (he can extract samples from radioactive material to form an extremely powerful substitute, in place of electricity).

Dislikes: Droughts (no water to electrocute D=) and raving madmen. Like, they freak him out, man.

About: He originally awoke in a recycling bin because the scientist thought he was a failed prototype (later 23 was constructed as a second prototype and disappeared), and hopped out to discover an open box... the one 9 found. He left the scene as a storm brewed above. A small flood destroyed a rotting town ten miles outside of the factory, and as he went into the water, electricity waved everywhere.
He is a black and red-colored ragdoll originally designed for urban spying, as requested by the United States government.

Theme Song: Battlefield: Bad Company 2: The Storm (Main Theme)

44 Stops

"Why did you stop?" 53 Asks

"Somethings following us" 44 Unleashes his claws and turns around. Behind him is 42, staring menacingly at his fellow stitchpunks.

53 unsheathes his sword.

"You can't win this fight."

He grins.

"Use your head while it's still attached."

42 grins even wider.
"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chases the weasel..."
42 dons his scissor gloves.
"The monkey thought it was nothing but fun..."
Without warning, 42 lunged at 44, closing the distance in less than a second, stabbing at 44 midsection.
"POP GOES THE WEASEL!"

44 Disregarded the wound and started thrusting with his claws. Even though he tried his hardest, he could only make a scratch on 42.

42 twisted around, sliding under 44's legs and popping up behind him in an indecipherable swirl of his black cloak, instantly drew two of his butcher knives, attempting to stab them into 44's back.

53 slashes at 42's backside, attempting to make use of his opponent's blindside.

Sensing 53's bloodlust begining, 42 manuevered his body in such a way that 53's weapon passed harmlessly trough his cloak.

44 Spun around and welcomed 42 with claws in the chest, but they appeared to do nothing as 42 looked up, laughed, kicked 44 away and kept attacking.

_13 groaned and sobbed as he trekked the deserted landscape. He was designed for spying, not international travel.
_"You are a failed prototype. Throw yourself away," he told himself. But he couldn't. He knew he was still awake for a reason. But what reason?
_"The Saint is still praying, I see," a voice croaked in the distance.
_"Who's there?" he asked.
_"Only your expendable predecessor."
_"12?" 12 was built to get into people's minds--an interrogator. Dammit, if 12 can get into my mind... he might use me to find the survivors, 7, 4, 5, and 9.
_"Correct."
_"Why are your here?" he called out to the distance.
_Metal shifted and moved aside as a brown figure erupted from the ground and flew high into the air. In a blur, it landed in front of 13, creating a large cloud of dust. "To find 23."
_"You can't get into his mind. He is purely machine. Emotionless."
_"That's why I'm looking for him. For the first time, I need an interrogator."
_"Why?"
_"That question, I'm afraid, is void of an answer. I feel something is missing that I lost long ago... a hole in my memory."
_"Run or you'll have a physical hole in your head..."
_"What?"
_"Just RUN!"
_Raaaaaghr! A creature twenty times their size combined disappeared in haze of green light, and that light made a trail to 12.
_12 was dead, severed in three.
_"Oh, shi-" 13 ran in the direction of the flooded village to gain an advantage over the metallic monster.
_It stealthily followed.

42 ran at 44, his body a swirling mass of black. Upon reaching 44, 42 lashed out with his scissor hands at blinding speeds, attempting to tear his fellow stitchpunk to shreds.

_13 ran and ran... it didn't seem to get him anywhere. Cursed puny body....
_The flooded town was quickly draining. The rotted wood and small shacks were now beginning to appear.
_"Come on!"
_It was almost drained. He was feet from it.
_"Come ON!" He touched the water.
_Sparks flew in every direction, making all other objects appear black in comparison. A CRASH was emitted from not too far into the town. Metal thingamajigs seemed to have wings as they flew several yards away.
_13 saw the green light. It evaporated. "Well then. I thought I'd have to go into an unnecessarily complex series of events to kill it. I guess not." 13 walked away, newly experienced.

_"That's bullshit."
_"No, I swear I really did kill it."
_14 curiously glared. The weird part was that he had no eyes. "Complete lie. You're a false Saint, my friend.
_13 put his thumb and index finger on his chin. "How can I convince you?"
_"Bring me its body."
_"Me? Going out there again?"
_"Yep."
_"You sure?"
_"Absolutely."
_"Okay, then." He did not know what was waiting.

44 dodged.

"Why are you doing this to us!?"

44 Then charged at 42 and managed to cut 42's side open.

53 glared at 42.

"You're surrounded."

He charges at 42 and slashes at him, landing a blow on his shoulder and slicing it.

"Give up, and we won't have to spill your blood."

44 runs and cuts 42's other shoulder and says "Yeah, what he said"

42 straightened up, as he was slouching from the blows to his shoulders.
He began to laugh.
"HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! You ask me why I do this? Because I can. Because I feel like it. I don't know. I didn't know I needed one."
Then, in the blink of an eye, he was behind 44.
"But I guess I won't kill you. Not just yet. There is a chance you may lead me to others."

44 turned around and swiped at 42, but 42 swiftly dodged it. 44 looked around, puzzled.