Name: Paul Dedegen
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Cyborg
Physical Description: Paulās hair is blonde and spiky (he died his hair in lead-based paint out of boredom) and he has orange irises. His normal attire consists of a very very thick silvery-grey button-up trench coat with an equally thick hood that reaches to his ankles and black leather gloves. Underneath the coat, Paul wears an orange long-sleeved shirt and slim-fitting denim jeans and thick black leather boots.
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Paul Dedegen
A 24 year-old technopath that was a member of the Tetragrammaton.
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by RolePlayGateway
Description
Personality
Paul has a friendly disposition and is very honest. He speaks respectively yet freely. He is also very generous, as he always tips bartenders. Paul is normally a passive person, but he will take charge if he needs to. In battle, Paul is strategic and analytical and prefers to fight in close-combat. Paul also likes parkour and to test his inventions, his favourite colour is yellow and his favourite food is a banana.
Equipment
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Superhuman Strength: Paul is incredibly strong due to the nanobots in his body and the training he received as a member of the Tetragrammaton. He is able to stop a boulder rolling down a slope at high speed just by pushing against it with one hand. He can also jump up 4 stories, at the very least.
Combat Experience: Paul is, naturally, a prodigy in combat. Without his coat, he fought off 15 9th degree blackbelts without getting tired. With his clothes, close combat is really the only way to defeat Paul. Try to use long range attacks, and Paul will just react in time to block them. Try to get up close, and Paul will have the advantage.
Athletic Ability: Due to his nanobots and his Tetragrammaton training, and his interest in parkour and supurb reaction timing, Paul is able to navigate an obstacle-filled path in record time with no trouble at all. He doesnāt even need to destroy anything to get to his goal. In fact, he tends to show off a bit with rather fancy manoeveres that only a Tetragrammaton member could pull off. Although, Paul has never travelled between dimensions, so he still needs to find out more about this.
Inventing: Paulās technopathy allows him to make just about anything short of another planet. Of course, he has a lot of inert intelligence to contribute to that as well.
--------Powers:--------
Technopathy: Paul is able to communicate with machines as if they were sentient, or control them entirely. This technopathy even allows Paul to control the nanobots in his body or the nanobots that compose his clothes. Paul was born with this ability, and its roots are unknown.
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Nanosuit: All of Paulās clothes are made of nanobots made of orichalcum. This makes them waterproof, fireproof, acidproof and, depending on how Paul moves the nanomachines, either insulators or conductors. The clothes he carries are his weapon, and he can transform them however he likes. The clothes are also able to harden upon impact with another object, making them virtually unbreakable. In addition, if the clothes are ātornā, they can attach themselves together again. He uses this suit to transmogrify his body into weapons for close-combat. These clothes, along with his ability to transform them instataneously, are definitely the reason as to why Paul was chosen to become a member of the Tetragrammaton.
Nanobots: Apart from the nanobots in Paulās clothes, Paulās body also contains nanobots. These nanobots help keep his body in check, increase his physical capabilities dramatically, fight off viruses and heal any injuries inflicted on him.
'Grey Goo': Paul carries around quite a few syringes with him at all times that contain a grey syrupy substance that actually contains a lot of nanobots. This is more of a trump card than anything, and it can defeat any enemy it is injected into.
History
Paul lived in a family of six, including his mother, father, younger sisters and younger brother and he was born in the year of 4444. Paul grew up with a very strange ability: he could communicate with machines. His family saw no problem with this and thought it made him special. As Paul grew up, his Technopathy became stronger, and his parents saw him as a capable adult and his siblings as a hero, as shown when he used technology to repel bank robbers on several occasions and other crimes. These actions caught the attention of military colonel Patrick, who found Paul at the age of 17, and offered him a position in their military. Paul was unsure, but his family encouraged him, so he accepted.
Paul was given a suit made of nanobots for battle, which the military believed he could use it greatly. Paulās battle prowess was amazing. In five years time, he already became a Field Marshal. He was introduced to a top-secret group called the Tetragrammaton; a group of the four strongest fighters alive. Paul was challenged to fight one of them, and won. This is how Paul became a member of the Tetragrammaton. He received intense training, and he was definitely one of the four strongest people alive.
So begins...
Paul Dedegen's Story
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Paul Dedegen opens the bar door slowly, the water sliding off his coat like a snail on a lubricated glass window and falling to the ground beneath him. The power given off by him was immense, and this was only because he was there. Anyone who was paying attention to him would know that fighting him would be either a brave or foolish decision. He tipped his akubra back, achieving the same effect as his coat did with the same water. Walking into the bar slowly, for each footstep could bring forth an unexpected event, he finally arrived at the cushioned bar stool. "Glass of milk, three ice blocks," he said plainly and with a smile.
Paul Dedegen glanced to his left while sipping his milk. He looked at the girl with the floating fish, apparently named 'Ouroboros', and smiled. He did not need to show hostility. If people wished to fight, then he would fight. After all, he was a fighter. "I don't mind at all," he responded casually. "Do what ya want."
Paul Dedegen raised an eyebrow at Hayley's choice of words. It wasn't his first time dealing with an inhuman race, but she was a bit confusing. Was she an angel? That's all he could think of at the moment. "It's alright," he assured her politely. He wanted to be an equal, and an equal he will be. "I'm not bothered. Friends are family. Cliche, but I don't care; it's a good way to live. You can sit here. If you want, I'll even pay for what you want to eat or drink." He grins a bit here. "Of course, nothing too expensive."
Paul Dedegen couldn't help but chuckle at the actions of Ouroboros. A fish isn't something you see around her that much anymore, and it was a good change of pace, like a comet person. Seriously; a person who is a comet. Why couldn't I ('I' being me, Porecomesis) think of that? A person who was a comet. That could only be more original if the person had their hair moving like a pinwheel and they carried a gun that transformed into a pretzel to shoot minotaurs. "Now that's interesting," he commented to her before extending a hand to her. "My name is Paul Dedegen. Yes, I know it sounds like 'dead again', and I think that was deliberate. What exactly is a descending comet?"
Paul Dedegen trods into the bar slowly, closing the door behind him... you know, when you've done a dramatic intro once, you can't really do it again with the same enthusiasm. He trods into the bar and sits on a barstool.
Paul Dedegen walks into the bar and sits on a barstool. Yes; he walks into the bar and sits on a barstool. Why should I continue? The only people who would actually care are my friends, and lord knows if they'll try to include me in their RP, which is very unlikely! It makes sense, because I don't really know what's going on either, but with circa four RPs, who would?
Paul Dedegen sighed and walked over to the two crying girls. Do you want descriptiveness? Well, screw you! "Are you two alright?" he asked.
Paul Dedegen groaned. Magic was not his specialty. The last time he tried to restore someone's magic power or life force, they ended up having a tapir's nose on their right ear.
“
I remember we left on your note. What exactly happened?
”
Paul Dedegen smirked, although his mask hid this. "You're a bit slow on the uptake!" was the cry as the lance was transformed back into a coat as soon as Paul swiftly sprinted forward, his right arm pulled back. He punched said arm forward as it transformed into a lance with a spiked ball end towards the other man's torso. Paul didn't want to kill him, so he hoped this would end it. But how his opponent would avoid this, if he could, would be interesting to watch; the man just landed, and if he could react in time to stop it from at least grazing him, then Paul would probably throw in the towel, as this match could go on forever.
“
(Let me see if I've got this right: Kale punched, and sand, presumbly (sp?) in the shape of solid spikes, rose from the ground around Paul and shot to his neck?)
”
Paul Dedegen had never been so caught off-guard as he was this moment. Sure, he knew that something was up as soon as the gauntlet changed colour, and he was sure that he would be able to dodge the spike (which is why he de-transformed a portion of his lance to cover his torso), but what he didn't expect was for the spike to be able to change course in mid-travel to aim at the back of his neck! His mask was quick to disappear and protect that which was to be pierced via some sort of metallic band, but Paul's calculations were off by about a milimetre. It wasn't that bad; it just meant that it wasn't at the most solid section, which was the centre of the of the band. Sure enough, Paul wasn't quick enough to reinforce the band, and the talon pierced through to impale the surface of his neck. Paul wasn't sure if it got his spinal column or not, but the impact pretty bloody hurt anyway. In any event, Paul was now bleeding quite a bit from the back of his neck, [cont.]
Paul Dedegen [cont,] which couldn't be healed by the nanobots due to the talon still being there, and Paul's lance now became his coat again. "Damn you, you sneaky prick," Paul snapped with a smile.
The setting changes from gambits-bar to Main Street
“
WHERE IS THE OFFTOPIC CHATTER!?
”
Spyri pointed west, towards a building seemingly inspired by Eastern Earth architecture, if one knew what that was.
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"See that... funny curvy roof, west more? That is Master's Dojo"
"They have no right!" Spyri let loose, going on about how the Aschen thought they owned the place, "And really!" She didn't even have the present patience to properly appreciate the awesome vehicle they had arrived in.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
"I'm sorry about that. You don't deserve that, especially after all you've been through. Wing City is great, but..." She trailed off into thought for a moment before snapping to. Aha!
"There's somewhere else we can look, for a Chi Master. Here, let's check Wing City Gardens. There's usually people meditating and talking to the flora. I bet we'll run into someone useful there!" Spyri pointed north and hopped in the kilitholulgulth.
āThat was weird,ā Niku stated plainly as he walked to the back of the dojo to retrieve his kilitholulgulth. āBut not your fault, Spyri. As long as there not too many of them, I stick around.ā He paused, listening to her proposition. āOkay, we go there then to the gardens. Waitā¦ you want to go there tonight or tomorrow? It is getting late and you know where I stay,ā he replied. āYou will come to ho-tel tomorrow to find me?ā
It was then Spyri realized Sol was setting. She nodded, leading the way to where she was staying, and leaving Niku with proper directions back to Gambit's.
“
*feels a slight tremor of energy*
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