"Some of you, like the lady over there..." Sebastian said, gesturing to Liara. "...Might think I'm boasting about something I know nothing about. That group would be wrong. I've seen what passes for assassins these days. I've even seen some idiots die while trying to use a 'hidden blade' in an actual fight. Something like that should be used for assassination purposes only unless it's to surprise someone who's holding you down. Especially since the mechanisms of such a weapon are super delicate. Honestly it's more effiecent to use a knife, and a knife can be used in an actual fight."
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"And there the lady goes again! Killing a helpless man, woman, or child...sure, that's easy. But killing someone who is capable of fighting, even if they seem pathetic, is another story entirely. If you fuck up, it won't make a damned difference if your the best fighter in the world wielding a weapon bestowed by a God and capable of destroying everything in a single slash, because that 'pathetic' opponent will have killed you."
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Sebastian turned to face Allister. "You have a good head, unlike most. However, I think being the man who killed King Ansfroi is a fair indication of my skills and knowledge in the assassination arts. And, unlike many, I can legitimately prove it with my name and possessing the Royal family's ring."
He lowered his hood with his left hand, revealing his face.
"My name is Sebastian Forrester, I am also known as The Professional, Mister Sandman, and Sneaky Bastard, and it is a distinct pleasure to meet someone who's got some sense."
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Tree chuckled darkly before he took out two of his letter openers.
"Sorry, kid, but I can't let you do that. With how you are, you'd either die from the cold, or Chara'd just possess you again. I'm not letting either happen. You need to stay here and hide. Gather your strength."
He gave her one of his letter openers.
"Only use that if Chara shows up."
Tree then turned to Frisk.
"Kid, I hate to put the spotlight on ya, but do you know any way we could help him?" Tree asked, gesturing to Sans with his thumb."
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Name: Unknown.
Nicknames: Pan-Pan.
Age: 35.
Gender: Technically male.
Sexuality: Straight, but lacks genitalia.
Race: Human consciousness controlling a robot body.
Specialties: Hacking, Anatomy, and Close/Mid Range Combat.
Home Faction: None.
Current Faction: Knights of the Prator.
Favored Weapons: Adjustable laser sword, Energy Revolver, and a plasma scalpel.
Crush: None
Kids: None
Family: Living on a small planet far from the conflict.
Husband/Wife: Nope.
Gf/Bf: None
Appearance: [img width=510 height=408]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…c4edd295661dca3d482b5.jpg[/img]
https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…c4edd295661dca3d482b5.jpg
Except he's black where it's white, he wears matte black clothing, and a brown hooded cloak.
Equipment: Gloves that let him stick to most building materials.
Hair styles: Lacks hair.
Password: Backwards pie spelled? Spelled pie backwards?
Personality: Pan-Pan is a very creative individual: Once his consciousness was transferred to a basic robot, he DESIGNED and BUILT his combat body. He tends to stay calm when fighting, but there are very specific things that push his buttons: harming an innocent, harming a child, and senseless violence. When even one of these occurs, something snaps and he gets absolutely livid, despite how calm he acts. Most of the time though, he tends to be a Pungeon Master who will attempt to make others laugh with various forms of humor.
Strengths: Pan-Pan is a highly efficent killer who's perfect for taking out enemy meatshields and small groups. He can also rig their own technology against them via reprogramming turrets and non-sentient robots. With his knowledge of anatomy, he can eliminate others without them making too much noise.
Weaknesses: His combat style relies heavily on precision and taking out vitals, thus it's practically useless against anything that requires large amounts of blunt force, can move it's vitals, or is too fast for him to hit. He's also not very stealthy. Also, his revolver has a recharge system. While it does passively recharge while not being fired, it means he has to be careful with how quickly he shoots. If he uses 30 shots within 5 minutes, it'll be out of charge and he'll have to wait until it's fully charge until he can use it again. He's been trying to fix this particular problem, but it's not going to happen any time soon.
Also, his eyes glow when all systems are activated, so he leaves most of them on sleep mode when not fighting. It takes 10 minutes for him to activate all systems.
Quirks/Habits: He paces when having nothing else to do.
Special Trinkets: Poker chips.
Special abilities: Technically, if his body is destroyed, but the part that holds his consciousness isnt, he'll still be alive, and if retrieved he can be put into any robot capable of holding a human consciousness.
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Sebastian eyed Liara carefully. "Have any your cousins defeated several sword masters who are pretty much legends in fair combat, caught a crossbow bolt that was shot at them from behind, survive being hung from a rope until they managed to get themselves free, and kill several powerful magic users on their own? Plus when I killed the king I hid the body so well it took them a solid week to find out that I had chopped him up and hid him in the seat of his throne, and the only reason they found out it was me was because I decided to taunt them by leaving a note telling them it was me. Nobody else was killed when I did in the king, and that's what an assassin is about: necessity. Why kill fifty guards just to get to the target when you can bide your time and kill him without hurting someone else?"
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Tracking.
No, I won't be using a pony. I'm not in the mood.
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OOC: Yay
Asriel was...rather confused.
He had been drinking a cup of tea and nomming on a slice of snail pie, when he noticed a purple hole that resembled how most video games and anime depict portals over the fireplace.
He had gotten close to it to investigate when he felt someone (he knew it was someone he cause he could feel their fingers) push him in.
Now he was sticking out of a tiny doghouse.
As this wasn't exactly comfortable, he lifted it off of him with his right leg, dragging himself out of it, and putting it back.
Just in time to be glomped by Greater Dog. Who was still wearing his armor.
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After petting Greater Dog into slumber, Asriel got out from beneath him without waking him.
That's when he heard Rain's shout...albeit faintly. About then, Frisk spoke up in his head.
'Asriel...they sound upset. We should help them.'
"Yeah. The only problem is I don't know where they are..."
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Asriel turned around and saw someone who, by all rights, shouldn't be there. Mainly because he had absorbed their soul. Both he and his Frisk had the same thought:
'Something isn't right here...'
Outwardly, the only sign he was surprised was his lips twitching for a moment.
"Actually, no...Though I can understand why you'd think I'm him with how snowy it is. Allow me to introduce myself."
He extended his furred hand, a small smile in his face.
"Howdy! I'm Asriel...I'm actually rather confused, especially because you remind me of someone. What's your name?"
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"...Wait, what!?!"
Asriel was stumbling back. His eyes were wide with shock.
"HOW can you be Frisk!?! Frisk is with me!"
His soul showed up on his chest, with Frisk's soul around his like a thick red outline.
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Asriel took a moment to think over what was happening.
"Ok, let's see, I'm in Snowdin when I should be in my house, there's apparently another Frisk, and the last thing I remember was being pushed into some sort of portal-looking thing. There are three possibilities: One, I'm having a weird dream..."
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"I'm just trying to rationalize this. The second one would be hallucinations, which is highly unlikely because this isn't surreal enough. The last one would be dimensional travel, which is the most likely if this isn't a dream due to Frisk's ability to SAVE smashing the laws of magical physics with a theoretical sledgehammer."
Asriel was pacing back and forth at that point, his hands folded behind his back. He suddenly punched himself in the face.
"Ok, not a dream! And I can't think of any reason that I'd be hallucinating, so Alternate Universe it is..."
Asriel took in a deep breath, then started running in a circle, screaming, until he accidentally tripped and ran headfirst into a tree, with his horns stabbed into the wood.
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OOC: Requesting permission to post an Undertale OC, good sirs!
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Name: Hallowed 'Wraith' Hollow.Gender: Lacks an actual gender, but goes by male terms (he, his, him).
OFF or Undertale?: Undertale.
OC or Canon?: OC
Weapons?: He can create theoretically anything out of shadows and make it solid for as long as he wishes, but he tends to stick with tendrils, pillars, and shields.
He also has seven chains, all of them coming from his back. These chains have a sort of hive-mind connection to Wraith, meaning they only do what he wants them to do.
Last but not least, he can create barriers fueled by his DETERMINATION. They normally aren't very strong, and go down in a single hit. Mainly because he isn't filled with DETERMINATION to the point that he'd start melting.
Note: He has no combat training whatsoever, and doesn't like FIGHTing at all.
Appearance Description: Wraith is very much like an artist's creative interpretation of a shadow looks like. However, he normally looks much more solid, and lacks the little wisps of shadow coming off of him in the picture. His hands are also not clawed. He typically has his lower half in a simple blob shape, with which he moves around when he's going at a casual pace. When trying to move quickly, he turns his lower into a pair of simple legs. When he needs to move upwards a significant height, he turns his lower half into a sort of wispy shape, sort of like a ghost, which is what earned him the nickname 'Wraith'. Last but not least, if he's trying to hide or get to or away from somewhere or someone really fast, he will flatten himself against the ground, and use the shadows of people and objects to move around by pulling himself towards it. As his 'Flat' form includes his chains, he can reach quite a fair distance away from himself. His eyes are diachromatic (different colors): one is a very deep ocean blue, the other is a brilliant amber.
Personality: Wraith is a very social monster, preferring to hang out with his fellow monsters than be alone. He's generally known as a easy-going fellow who won't hesitate to help his fellow monster. He prefers proven fact over equations, and as such is rather knowledgeable in regards to things such as history, science, and general life skills like cooking and sewing. He tends to dismiss particularly complex math equations, typically saying 'how many monsters are going to need to calculate like that with a regular job?' and similar. He has never been angry in any way, shape, or form, and can control his emotions to the point of it being rather disturbing. But if he gets particularly excited or passionate about something, be prepared for him to put his all into it without any sort of restraint. Of course, if he ever ends up getting angry at someone or something...
Note: He lives in New Home. He seriously cannot comprehend most negative emotions, such as anger, fear, annoyance, depression, envy, guilt, grief, jealousy, and resentment. He knows what those emotions ARE, he just doesn't UNDERSTAND them.
Species: Wraith is a Mirrored Soul, in fact he's the last Mirrored Soul. A Mirrored Soul is a monster species known for one thing: being the reflection of another being. When a monster and a human are so well connected that their souls start to resonate naturally, a Mirrored Soul is born from the resulting power combination. The only special thing about a Mirrored Soul is that they start out looking like a palette swap of the human in question, but later learn to change their bodies into all sorts of shapes and colors.
Screen name: Shaded Skies
Other: If he were fought in a Genocide run, he'd be fought after you Flowey. Also, he'd have three stages: just plain old Wraith. Once you beat him, he goes through an Undyne The Undying-esque transformation, but different. Once you beat THAT stage, he'd retreat to the barrier, where he'd absorb the 6 souls. The big difference between him and Omega Flowey is that the six souls would actually be supporting him.
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Wraith had decided to visit his friends in Snowdin: a pair of Ice Caps and a Snowdrake. Jerry would have came with, but he was seeing if his phone was the problem, rather than the Wi-Fi. Wraith didn't know what to say in regards to that, but wished him the best of luck regardless.
However, before he could find his friends, he saw Sans and Zacharie. He'd heard about the infamous Pungeon Master, but had never actually seen him, let alone met him. Zacharie, however, was rather surprising. He had a humanoid body type, but whether or not he was an actual human, that remained to be seen. Plus he seemed to have borrowed the Sentry Station that sold Hot Dogs and Hot Cats in Hotland on occasion.
Personally he preferred Hot Cats, but that wasn't important at the moment.
At the moment, it seemed Sans was messing with the stranger.
Wraith decided to play along. By walking up to the station, holding a pouch of gold, and knocking on the top, in inquisitive expression on his face.
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Wraith had decided to visit his friends in Snowdin: a pair of Ice Caps and a Snowdrake. Jerry would have came with, but he was seeing if his phone was the problem, rather than the Wi-Fi. Wraith didn't know what to say in regards to that, but wished him the best of luck regardless.However, before he could find his friends, he saw Sans and Zacharie. He'd heard about the infamous Pungeon Master, but had never actually seen him, let alone met him. Zacharie, however, was rather surprising. He had a humanoid body type, but whether or not he was an actual human, that remained to be seen. Plus he seemed to have borrowed the Sentry Station that sold Hot Dogs and Hot Cats in Hotland on occasion.
Personally he preferred Hot Cats, but that wasn't important at the moment.
At the moment, it seemed Sans was messing with the stranger.
Wraith decided to play along. By walking up to the station, holding a pouch of gold, and knocking on the top, in inquisitive expression on his face.
OOC: Bump
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Wraith stared at the items, somewhat baffled. He turned for a moment when he heard The Judge, but quickly turned back to face Zacharie, having heard his name.
"Well, I guess it's safe to assume your not from around here. As such, firstly, I'd like to welcome you to The Underground. Secondly, I was wondering...do you know what we use as currency?"
