Lord_Apollon

Yes,thank you very much. Cannot wait to see this.

Liberty, and I'm always on between 7am and 9am. Global @lord Apollon

i've always wondered what my chars would look like with the gfx maxed

*edit* and I'm not going to have Lord Apollon made this time. Going to use my #1 villain, and my favorite alt, Tomb de Samedi.

Any chance of squeezing in?

Ok,I'll give you 4 options:

http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h179/downix/

First one is Tomb de Samedi, a mind/psi dominator. Stands all of 4' tall. Mental powers galore.

Second one if Tomb of Samedi, his twin brother. Stands 4' as well. A Mind/Forcefield controller, focuses more on shielding his teammates.

Third is Tomb of Samedi in his Supergroup uniform.

Fouth is Lord Apollon/Dark Apollon, an Arrow/Fire blaster. Invariably seen either with his bow, or with his flame sword.

Apollon charges forward, then pauses to assess the situation. He sees the heroes, as injured as they are, and starts firing the Council's rifle to try and pull the beast off of them.

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Orloc rushes forward to darkgun, pulling out a syringe of clear fluid.

"This isn't ment for your physiology, you might feel a bit sick."

He sinks the large needle straight into darkgun's breastplate, injecting his system with pure Vampyr adrenalin, far stronger than anything found in a normal ER room for stabilizing patients.

Apollon smiles behind the Council mask he sports. "Alright, lead the way" he says to his over-Supe'd compatriot. He follows the Troll down the tunnel to the awaiting boat.

Orloc hears Darkguns lamant and gestures to the circle under his faceplate.

"The Hydra's weakspot is just under it's mouth. I've studied this thing for years, waiting for this opportunity. I'm out of grenades or I'd suggest lobbing a few toards that area."

Orloc kept his finger on the trigger, pausing only to slip new clips into his trusty rifle. Around him, heroes and the occasional vfellow villain all kept firing their clips, trying to take on the beast. Behind red goggles, Orloc saw the warwalls, still with their runes upon them, and pondered what was happening.

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Inside the Wolfs Throat, Apollon felt unnaturally cold. The Council kept the tunnel far below normal temperature in order to keep it comfortable for their super soldiers, the Vampyr as well as the Galaxy. But, progress into the tunnel was going well.

"Halt! You, there. You're off position."

Apollon looked over, realizing he'd been spotted.

"Uh, call from base. New patrol assignment." Apollon kept the finger resting on the rifles trigger, incase necessity arose.

"I have nothing here... stupid Interlink. This place has not run right since the change... nevermind. Proceed, but be careful. A group of those troll things has already been sent inside. I wouldn't want to get too close to them."

Apollon proceeded further into the tunnel. To his right, a line of Vampyr stood on a coolant pipe, keeping a watchful eye in the darkness. One wrong twitch...

*huff, puff, wheese* Orloc was sorely missing his flying ability right now.

But there it was in front of him, the Kraken. He'd long wanted his shot at this monster, and now the time was here. Fate truely did smile on this monster today.

Near the beast, a group of Heroes were making their best progress, using guns, or the few mutants left with abilities. Rushing forward, Orloc levelled his rifle and *foop* out went the grenade. For any of the group to notice the newcomer, they might be struck by the red colored goggles, and the pointed ears tucked under a military hat, but the Kraken was of more importance. However, the heroes did start hearing shouted instructions with a mild germanic accent.

"Focus fire on the snout, the beasts armor will be thinner there. Focus it, the best way to bring it down."

((Have to admit, I'm with Soviet Strike here, a solo taking out kraken is a bit overpowering in any circumstance))

((ok ok, I can't resist this. One of my other toons has to have his fun))

Sirens Call, another successful run against Longbow. But something was different this time, partway through, Orloc could feel his strength weakening, at the same time Longbows fabled technology stopped working. Left with a shell of his former ability, Orloc turned to his training and instinct, for even tho his Vampyr strength was gone, his training as one of the 5th Columns best was forever with him. Exiting the base, bombs planted, he observed the chaos around him. Then, something caught his eye, police drones laying on the ground near the hero hospital. Behind the mask, the mask he has worn since his first days as a teenager in the Column, sharpened teeth glistened in a smile. His chance was here. A rush at the door, and through into Steel Canyon.

At last, a momentary lapse of security had granted him his fondest wish, a chance to return home.

He cocked his rifle, then a roar greeted his ears...

"Das Kraken!"

Training in effect, Orloc rushed forward, to meet the new threat.

Hiding in the boat, Apollon continues to observe boatload after boatload of villains. A Vortex Cor Marksman took up his position near the end of the dock. Sizing him up, Apollon smirked. A quiet hand, a stedy bow, and down goes years of training.

Now, the disguise prepared, Apollon began his treck to the heart of the beast, to the Wolfs Throat.

Lord Apollon smirks as he watches the ships arriving at his favorite hangout, Striga Island. His composite bow strapped to his back, he did not even notice the loss of powers from other heroes. His abilities came through rigerous training, not through magical nor technological enhancements. Looking through his binoculars, the new faces on the island draw his interest the most.

"Looks like a party... and they forgot to send me an invitation. Oh well, once a crasher, always a crasher."

Closing his eyes, Richard Smith, known to the world as Lord Apollon, focused his Chi energy, and using the ancient techniques he learned from his Sensei, he began superheating the air around him, gently lifting his body off of the ground. His eyes fixed on target, he began to fly toards the smallest boat pulling into the dock, crewed by a squad of Trolls. The trolls did not even look up as he floated above them, drawing a steel tipped arrow, notching it, then using his inner focus and aiming carefully, Apollon let the arrow loose.

*thunk* a Supa Troll barely felt the arrow sink in... but did feel the life leaving his body as his compatriots began drawing their guns. Nor did he feel anything then 20 more arrows landed around him, making the topof his boat, and his companions, look like a very large hedgehog.

Hmm... this could be interesting:

Roy: Hello radio listeners, this is Rocket Roy of WSPDR's morning show. This morning we shall we interviewing... **whisper away from microphone, another voice whispers back** ok, our original interview for this morning has mysteriously suffered from stage fright so we shall be moving onto... Hauptmann Orloc... welcome to the show Hauptman!

Orloc: Hallo Roy. Guten Taag.

Roy: Um... yes... So it says here you were born in Germany. Care to fill any of us in on your childhood?

Orloc: I was born in a small hamlet in Bavaria, named Nordlingen. A quiet little town, in fact it sits in the middle of an ancient meterorite crater. When I turned 15, I joined the 5th Column, saw the changeover to the Council, had my base destroyed by a Vigilante named Lord Apollon, and freed from an unjust imprisonment by Herr Recluse.

Roy: How very... interesting. So, you're german?

Orloc: Ja.

Roy: It must be different living here. How do you enjoy it here on the islands?

Orloc: A restful and peaceful little chain of islands. Nothing remarkable at all.

Roy: *laughs* You must be kidding. I mean, look at the mayhem, the anarchy...

Orloc: There is no anarchy, all is proceeding according to plan.... you know Roy... you have a delicious spirit energy...

Roy: What do you mean.... *thunk*

Orloc: And that's it for the Rocket Roy show.... meet us here tomorrow to find out who his replacement is. Till then, Auf Wiedersehen.

**Orloc stands up as Roy's now lifeless eyes stare off, his body drained of it's life energies**

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*sigh* If only you worked cheaper and I had extra cash...

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IMO Jomaro already undercuts himself with his prices. His work is a tremendous bargain given the quality.

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Agreed, when I have the funds, I fully plan on commissioning him for some special art.

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The sword on Ms. Liberty's hip is the fabled Excaliber which was entrusted to her mother Miss Liberty.

Ms. Liberty also wears the Girdle of Hera which was a wedding present to her grandmother from the Furies.

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If you fail to click on the link there, a reminder, Ms. Liberty is Statesmans' Granddaughter.

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'nuff said.

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Hero or Villain?

Sounds like fun:

NAME: Wa Shabusi
Origin: Science
Type: Stone/Stone

One of the aftermaths of the Rikti war was the loss of a myriad of superheroes. Many of the bodies were never recovered, their final state unknown. The fate of some was discovered during a police raid in Boomtown, a small labratory with a scientist experimenting on superpowered corpses. The raid resulted in the arrest of the scientist, and the discovery of a still unawoken experiment, labelled the Walking Armored Super-Human Assault Bionic Urban System I, WASHABUSI. After testing the experiment during its unconcious state, it was decided to turn it on, to see what they had created. The experiment woke up, and was trained by the saving heroes in the ways of Paragon city. Wa Shabusi is an amalgam, tests have found no less than 4 seperate heroes were used in the creation of his half flesh, half-machine body. Having no memories before the time he was activated, he strives to prove himself worthy of the title of Hero.

I have one "dead, coming back" character, where a scientist ressurected him via advanced techniques a la Robocop style.

Great idea:

# Supergroup Name: Street Sweepers

# Website (if any): (none)

# Leader or Recruiting Officers: Lord Apollon, Honeyfire

# Preferred Method of contact: ingame email, ingame tells

# Guild Description: Face it, we all began doing the same thing, sweeping the streets of low level grunts, hellions, gravediggers, etc. Well, some of us still like sweeping the streets of evil doers, saving those poor old ladies (and sometimes police officers) from getting their purses stolen. Sure, we do missions as well, but for the most part, we're an informal group of people that like to run street sweeping sessions, ridding the streets of evil and getting thanked by random strangers. When on, can pair up to run sessions, or go solo, up to you.

Let me see....

Lord Apollon Arrow/Fire Blaster "Flight of the Bumblebee"
Tomb of Samedi Mind/FF Controller "Halls of the Mountain King"
Serpent Sting Katana/Regen Scrapper "Control" by Traci Lords
Wa Shabusi Stone/Stone Tanker "Head like a Hole" by NIN