Al_Papavich

Al Papavich, spoke quiet and respectively, "I am also a loner, I know none of these people as well, Quick Voltage, Im Al Papavich, pleasent to meet you." Al Papavich bowed to Quick Voltage.

Al Papavich was jumping from building to building enjoying a peacful wromp through the city. To his surprise he tripped on an electrical cord on the edge of a tall building. He plummeted to the ground right in the middle of the three Heroes. Stunned they all stepped back waiting for each other to approch him. SLowly Al stood up and dusted himself off coughing "That was most unfortunate." then realizing they were stairing at him quite confused. He bowed and said "Oh i must apologize, I am Al Papavich, did I disturb you?" Before they could awnser he checked to make sure his katana was still in its scabbard.

Baron Blood walked ou tof hte hospital seeing scorcheed bodies all around. He walked up to one and sat down. "MMHMM bar-b-qued hero my favorite." As he took a bite into one he was shot in the head.

They landed down at the doorway. It didnt look very inviting. They walked in scouting ou tthe first few rooms. The last room they checked in the first corridor casught them all off guard. A sort of zombie machines came staggering twords them. Experiment 2.0 let it come close and put his palm to the zombies face and fired off a blast. The cadaver fell to the ground. As more stumbked to the heroes. Quick Voltage and Tribal Steel followed with several ranged shot hitting some zombies. Larger abominations came from the door way trapping them in the room. "well this isnt good." Tribal Steel said. "You got that right" Quick Voltage replied.

((hope you enjoy some warwolf fighting. I was gonna include Meks but Ill save that. Post your thoughts. Even if you say my story sucks thats cool. Just need input on my story. Ive enjoyed writing it.))

Tribal Steel woke up battered and brusied, with an acking neck. "ah I need a massage" as he rubbed his neck, "I also need some breakfast!" he put on his gear and headed to the mess hall. He went down the line noticing all the food was gone. "Man still cant catch a break can I?" He set his empty tray down as he saw Quick Voltage and Experiment 2.0. They offered Tribal to group up with them to fight some Vahzilok. Nodding his head Tribal agreed to help them out. So the three went out to Paragon City to seek adventure and excitment, also some Vahz...

Part VI A: Hunting Season

Much of the time Tribal Steel spent after his confrontation with the lab crushed him. His spirit faded and wasent much of a hero, the hero you read about in the newspaper or watch on the news. He needed somehting to reddem himslef. The only thing is he didnt plan on doing something to lift himself from this depression. He sat there in a dark empty room. His apartment filthy from lack of care. The light flickerd on and off. He lowered his heads and cried in his hands. "No *snif* heroes go through *snif* this I bet *snif*." He gathered his witts and put on his costume. When he came out into the city of Paragon City, it seemed different so empty and pale. He flew to a low building. It looked as he felt, low, alone and deserted. He stood there out into the city seeing no one but shadowy figuers. Then a sharp, stern roar came from behind him. As Tribal Steel turned around a ficticious creature came up from the fire escape...

tribal Steel didnt think they truely excisted. The strangest thing it wore a suit bearing the symbol of the 5th Column. From what Tribal Steel could remmeber, he over heard a hero speak of beings like this. "It was so strong and was stunningly fast. It was a Warwolf" Tribal Steel knew he was in trouble casue one more Warwolf followed the first.

Tribal Steel was in no mood to fight which only helped him. It brung out fury from the inside. He shot three strong blasts with great speed at each of them. They beasts took the blows just getting puched back. "Oh hell.." Tribal Steel ran to the door leading to the inside of the building firing as he ran. Pelting one Warwolf, the second monster charged enraged and roaring. The beast didnt go around the small door frame and structure, it simply swung through it shattering the bricks around the roof top. Tribal Steel caught off guard punched the Warwolf in the face and chest several times only making the beast flinch. The monster thrashed its paw into Tribals ribs. He was knicked aside. Adrenaline pumped through Tribal Steels veins and quickly fliped onto his feet. This was what Tribal needed, something to bring him back to life. Inspiring him to fight again. These beasts were Tribal Steels stepping stone to a cleansed life. Tribal Steel focused an energy blast into his fisht bracing himself for the moment of firing. "SNIPERR OOOHHHH!!" he shouted. The beast staired confused as the shot went right through his skull between the eyes. Dropping it to the floor. The first Warwolf roared in anger. "Come get some Wolf.." It charged as Tribal fired several shots at its body. The monster glanced each blast from its body showing pain but it was in a violent rage that wouldnt stop. The Warwolf hit Tribal Steel with its head and paws launching him off the building and onto the ground below.

Tribal Steel staggered back up in fear as the beast leapt twords him. Tribal launced a cone attack in the wolfs direction, it stopped the Warwolf in its tracks. It hit the ground leaving an imprint on the ground. Tribal Steel fired a bolt the severed the monsters leg. It wailed in pain still trying to attack him. Tribal Steel backed up preparing for a final shot when the Warwolf pulled out a gun. They each fired at the same time. Tribal Steel got lucky hitting the beast in the chest, bursting its heart within its body. Tribal Steel was hit it the shoulder and was knocked to the ground, bleeding hoping for help.

((yea that TF idea sounds good, ill post most of my part tommorow im gonna get a good night sleep tonight.))

ooc yea we can continue it as it could be the next day or something ill brainstorm up some ideas for some thrilling action and crazy twists.

ill post Part VI: Hunting Season, soon but im gonna go hang out with my friends, so ill post it later today. Look for it!

I wont stop, knowing atleast one person enjoys my tale, and I forgot all about warwolfs and stuff, thanks. So i can continue with the 5th Column. Thanks man

any critisism is well welcomed, feel free to chime in your two cents.

OOC sorry CLoud, but Tribal was tired too, lol i was gonna go get ya but he had enough trouble liftin Experiment 2.0. No hard feelings Quick Voltage?

Part V: Revelation of Hatred

He opened his eyes... confused and disoriented as he rubbed his eyes trying to focus his hands were hard and cold. His eyes fixated on his hands relizeing they were metal. He screamed. "Ahh!" Al Papavich woke from a nightmare, his nightmare. Of they day he became something not human.

He put on his armor and gear. He flew out the window on his way to Mark Delbourne for another assignment. "Well Tribal, I've got a serious mission for ya. Theres a lab in control by the Column, its up to you to kick em' out." Tribal Steel thought hard and just nodded, as he walked down the sidewalk the sun glistened near mid-day. He thought that there would be no way it was the lab from his nightmare, his story, his hatred...

He reched the lab in Steel Canyon. In his mind he thought "please no.. not now, I'm not ready." Forcing himself he stepped into the door. The room led into a deep swirving hallway. Strange machines and contraptions whirred and buzzed in a mass of confusion. The lab was empty, deserted. He found his way into a room that he never wanted to see...

A table, shackels, surgical tools. No matter how many times he said it to himself "this isn't it.. *snif*" as he cried at the edge of the table he thought of his past life being normal. Not consumed by darkness only covering it with bitter happiness.
He collected himself and stood up. His head hung from his shoulders. He readied himself for battle. Tribal Steel will be merciless and vengful. He ran into a large room with huge conductors emitting large amount of electrical power.

Several 5th Column soldiers stood there with three scientists. HE focused his mind and chrged a focused blast killing one where he stood. They turned "GET THE IDIOT!" "FOR THE CAUSE!" they all shouted. tribal leaped into the air kicking a soldier into another behind him, as they shot back two man grabbed Tribal Steel and heaved him into the wall. "OOF" as he hit the wall and then hit the ground. The men were Raseri devoted fully to the cause of the 5th Column. One pulled out a pistol and aimed it at Tribals head. "lift him up" the raseri officer ordered. The remaining 3 men picked up Tribal Steel. He was dizzy and had trouble conetrating, just knowing he was in grave danger. "Hey d*ck wad, yea you. You forgot about knockin' me out" Tribal Steel snapped at the officer. Then Tribal screamed and let loose a charge of energy that emitted from his entire body, sending all the men in the room into hard solid objects knocking htme out. Including the scientists. "Batards.." Unfortunetly the cammanding officer and his body guards walked in pulling out automatic rifles and shotguns, opening fire on Tribal Steel. Tribal shot a bolt of energy at the Raseri bodyguard with the high spped automatic rifle in the head killing him in a gruesome amount of gore. "ugh..im not gonna eat for weeks." The commander was named Oberst,General Oberst. He was a true propaganda master for the 5th Column, and he knew what to do with foolish heroes that wander into 5th Column strongholds. He lobbed grenades to where Tribal was hiding flushing him out. "Eat shrapnel you inferior pest" he mocked as he tossed three grenades. As Tribal Steel was behind the conductor he focused his anger and calmed his mind and body. He was in the preverbial "zone" nothin would stop him now. He jumped out holding a grenade as hurled it at the two men. The General and his body guard were dead where they stood. The grenade went off BLAMM!! The room was covered in blood. As was Tribal Steel, but his vengence was not served just. The men knocked out from his furious blast were not dead....yet. With all his angst, anger, fury and pur hatred he threw each man that lay on the ground into those power conductors.

Wen it was over Tribal Steel aka "Al Papavich" thought he was purged of his revenge. It was dwindled greatly, but not yet. More had to be done... FOr now all he wanted to do was sleep, now that his nightmare had ended and he could dream in peace.

((His story can go on with the 5th, but i might get Tribal into a heap of trouble with a gang or something, ill let the people decide, but i want to sleep hope you like this one))

thanks man, ill keep up ill do one more tonight.

as Tribal Steels mind drifted his thoughts went deep back into his mind retelling his nightmare of when he was changed. He fought in his sleep as he thrashed and flailed. He woke up in a cold sweat breathing heavily on the city street.

He stubled to the building entrence and saw Experiment 2.0 laying on a crushed car. He slowly walked and picked him up and carried him into the apartment complex. He set him in a chair in the lobby so he could wake in peace. Tribal Steel went to his floor and went to his room and smiled. "finally...sleep".

Part V: Revelation of Hatred, might be coming soon post if you want more lol

Depending on how people respond to the story i might stop. But it was fun really gettin it down on paper giving him depth.

My second char

Name: Al Papavich

Server: Freedom

Archetype: Natural Scrapper katana/super reflexes

Inspirations: This character is all about ancient samurai history. Old scriptures and the art of war book too. He disgraced his family and must redeem himslef by fighting the good fight. I got him from watching old 60s Kirasawa films. Those sweet ones in black and white. Also Kill Bill and the Last Samurai helped. giveing a more modern taste to him. He wheres all black for stealth. So I encorperated a tad of ninja philosiphy aswell. If not seen, not there. He just wants to restore honor to his family name and will of corser kill all who stand in his path. He has emotional attachment problems, he gets close to now one. SO its hard to get beyond the hard layer of steel he uses to shield himself. Hes complex yet simplistic and thats what I love about him.

wow.... just wow that story is great. mine sucks compaired to it. SO descriptive and vivid. keep writing ill enjoy hearing about The Wild Rose.

Part: IV Reaccuring Hate

Over the weeks Tribal Steel fought the 5th Column almost everyday, they knew Tribal Steel as an arch enemy. So now Tribal was in trouble he can be hunted. Tribal was patrolling when ten 5th Column stormed him! "AHH you filthy kraut snappers!!" Tribal yelled as he flew into the air. Rockets flew passed his head and bullets whizzed in every direction. Tribal Steel sniped off a few before they ran off knowing the attack was a failuire. As they retreated Tribal shouted "SNIPERR OOHHHH!!". Then he continued with his patrol.

The next day Tribal Steel was simply jumping from roof top to roof top when he was ambushed again. This time they werent humans they were.... machines. Huge and small robots attacking him. He blasted two and the plumeted to the ground below. As he batted more away with powerful punches. one remained and gave Tribal Steel this message: "note this hero; we will not stop..we will not fail...until you fall..." then the machine sprinted away.

For an odd reason Tribal Steel was hurt by it. "Yeah I may have killed alot of them, and now thye want to kill me. Understandable, but I wont fall." AS the sun was setting on a busy day in Paragon City Tribal Steel flew to a high skyscraper in his home town of Steel Canyon. The sun shone more then he ever knew before. It gave him hope seeing such a bright, beutiful yet powerful image. "sigh I'll be alright."

((this ones almost more spiritual he goes through a more heart wrenching problems here. hope you enjoy. give feedback please))

Cool idea, hoep ya dont mind if i chime in my 2 cents

Chahracter Name: Tribal Steel

Server: Freedom

Archetype: Science Blaster (energy)

Inspiration: It dosent mean much but I really like Tribal symbols and stuff, like Im gettin tribal tatoos on my back sort of like my avatar has. Its like his heritage of some sort, giveing him honor and devotion. I also love the artistic was tribal images are made. They always look so inspiring. He's cocky and sometimes brash, but he'll obey orders when they are given. The thing you'l really notice when I'm smokin' thugs is i like to joke around while I fight. He always remembers the mission at hand and to get the job done too.

Ill post Part IV: Reaccuring Hate soon

the explosion form the Rikti ship sent Tribal Steel flying off the builidng. He was unconsious, as he gained consiousness just before he hit the ground, he hovered just above the ground. At that moment he passed out going into a dream state. The combined blast from Quick Voltage, Experiment 2.0 and Tribal Steel was an extrodinary feat in super power history. The Rikti were beaten and the lives of the heroes who fought them were uncertain. If they would survive, be injured or worse...

Post your thoughts appreciate any help