Fandom Borderlands: No Rest for the Wicked

[GhostZomKitty]

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Can't you see me? ARE YOU BLIND!?

Height


4 ft 5


Weight


180


Hair Color


Hair, let me see... ah yes... Oh wait, Oh god! I don't have any!


Eye Color


Well it's blue silly.


General Appearance


I'm a simple CL4P-TP unit with spikes and saws coming out of me. Like I said, I'm a mistake!

Fighting... HELL YES!

Skill Name


The Dance Of Death


Skill Abilities


I release a burst of fire around me after starting The Dance Of Death. As I'm dancing I will fire my laser gun rapidly and my saws will start spinning to help me attack nearby enemies. It takes 10 minuets to recharge.


Primary Weapon

Secondary

Melee


I use the saw on my arm to attack my enemies! Pleasant right?


Extra items


The handle of a pistol, and a lighter.

YAY! I'm gonna eat ALL of the babies!

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T Is an extremely hostile claptrap. He takes pleasure in the suffering of animals and cute puppies. Despite his love for murder, torture, and burning friend's food, he is surprisingly sensitive to a certain object. This object is a handle of a gun he found at his birth place. He turns into a feral beast at the sight of someone touching this handle. He is only kind to any one person that he finds amusing. However, he has a different definition of kind... He will murder any animal you come in contact with and make sure you only get a quarter of food you need for the day.


B0B-B0T can't understand empathy, and he calls friends "People I won't murder today". Whenever he gets bored he plays classical music as he burns something. He hates sentimental moments, anything considered cute, and being bored. Because of this he will constantly kill cute things, ruin moments, and goes out of his way to have "fun". As you've guessed, fun means murder, torture, burning, and sharpening his spikes.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T was born with secret hyperion codes and programs. He deleted his files of his birthplace after burning it and murdering everything inside. All he remembers is that he found a handle and that he was born in some sort of experimental facility as a mistake. He roamed Pandora as a bandit and eventually created a bandit gang. It was filled with psychos and midgets, and midget psychos. He plundered settlements and tortured it's people for shits and giggles. Then one day, he was thrown out of the gang for torturing every member at least 5 times.


He began searching for work where he could murder, torture, get money, and have a small group to screw with. So he became a vault hunter to do all these things. All though technically he spent his time taking jobs since he couldn't find where to start for vault hunting. Eventually he found himself in this place about to be launched onto another planet to fufil he dreams of finding a vault while murdering everything possible.


Other


Has slight amnesia of birthplace.


Is a sociopath.

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[StoneWolf18]

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Can't you see me? ARE YOU BLIND!?

Height


4 ft 5


Weight


180


Hair Color


Hair, let me see... ah yes... Oh wait, Oh god! I don't have any!


Eye Color


Well it's blue silly.


General Appearance


I'm a simple CL4P-TP unit with spikes and saws coming out of me. Like I said, I'm a mistake!

Fighting... HELL YES!

Skill Name


ERROR MACROS MORTAR FIRE


Skill Abilities


I use my completely broken and messed up files to summon hyperion mortar fire! I can fire up to 6 mortars once every few minutes, to deal lots of fire damage! This also regenerates my shields and speeds me up slightly.


Primary Weapon

Secondary

Melee


I use the saw on my arm to attack my enemies! Pleasant right?


Extra items


The handle of a pistol, and a lighter.

YAY! I'm gonna eat ALL of the babies!

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T Is an extremely hostile claptrap. He takes pleasure in the suffering of animals and cute puppies. Despite his love for murder, torture, and burning friend's food, he is surprisingly sensitive to a certain object. This object is a handle of a gun he found at his birth place. He turns into a feral beast at the sight of someone touching this handle. He is only kind to any one person that he finds amusing. However, he has a different definition of kind... He will murder any animal you come in contact with and make sure you only get a quarter of food you need for the day.


B0B-B0T can't understand empathy, and he calls friends "People I won't murder today". Whenever he gets bored he plays classical music as he burns something. He hates sentimental moments, anything considered cute, and being bored. Because of this he will constantly kill cute things, ruin moments, and goes out of his way to have "fun". As you've guessed, fun means murder, torture, burning, and sharpening his spikes.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T was born with secret hyperion codes and programs. Granting him the ability to turn himself into a beacon and command hyperion mortars. He deleted his files of his birthplace after burning it and murdering everything inside. All he remembers is that he found a handle and that he was born in some sort of experimental facility as a mistake. He roamed Pandora as a bandit and eventually created a bandit gang. It was filled with psychos and midgets, and midget psychos. He plundered settlements and tortured it's people for shits and giggles. Then one day, he was thrown out of the gang for torturing every member at least 5 times.


He began searching for work where he could murder, torture, get money, and have a small group to screw with. So he became a vault hunter to do all these things. All though technically he spent his time taking jobs since he couldn't find where to start for vault hunting. Eventually he found himself in this place about to be launched onto another planet to fufil he dreams of finding a vault while murdering everything possible.


Other


Has slight amnesia of birthplace.


Is a sociopath.

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Make the cool downs bit longer on the special.

 

[Deadkool]

Is there a moonbase on Zalra, because I'm pretty sure that's where the mortars come from.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Is there a moonbase on Zalra, because I'm pretty sure that's where the mortars come from.

Read the intro. They know nothing about the planet so how could BOB-BOT know about a moonbase?


As far as you and our characters are aware, the planet is uninhabited with sentient life.

 

[StoneWolf18]

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no slide

Can't you see me? ARE YOU BLIND!?

Height


4 ft 5


Weight


180


Hair Color


Hair, let me see... ah yes... Oh wait, Oh god! I don't have any!


Eye Color


Well it's blue silly.


General Appearance


I'm a simple CL4P-TP unit with spikes and saws coming out of me. Like I said, I'm a mistake!

Fighting... HELL YES!

Skill Name


ERROR MACROS MORTAR FIRE


Skill Abilities


I use my completely broken and messed up files to summon hyperion mortar fire! It takes 10 minutes to recharge. I can fire up to 6 mortars at once, to deal lots of fire damage! This also regenerates my shields and speeds me up slightly.


Primary Weapon

Secondary

Melee


I use the saw on my arm to attack my enemies! Pleasant right?


Extra items


The handle of a pistol, and a lighter.

YAY! I'm gonna eat ALL of the babies!

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T Is an extremely hostile claptrap. He takes pleasure in the suffering of animals and cute puppies. Despite his love for murder, torture, and burning friend's food, he is surprisingly sensitive to a certain object. This object is a handle of a gun he found at his birth place. He turns into a feral beast at the sight of someone touching this handle. He is only kind to any one person that he finds amusing. However, he has a different definition of kind... He will murder any animal you come in contact with and make sure you only get a quarter of food you need for the day.


B0B-B0T can't understand empathy, and he calls friends "People I won't murder today". Whenever he gets bored he plays classical music as he burns something. He hates sentimental moments, anything considered cute, and being bored. Because of this he will constantly kill cute things, ruin moments, and goes out of his way to have "fun". As you've guessed, fun means murder, torture, burning, and sharpening his spikes.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


B0B-B0T was born with secret hyperion codes and programs. Granting him the ability to turn himself into a beacon and command hyperion mortars. He deleted his files of his birthplace after burning it and murdering everything inside. All he remembers is that he found a handle and that he was born in some sort of experimental facility as a mistake. He roamed Pandora as a bandit and eventually created a bandit gang. It was filled with psychos and midgets, and midget psychos. He plundered settlements and tortured it's people for shits and giggles. Then one day, he was thrown out of the gang for torturing every member at least 5 times.


He began searching for work where he could murder, torture, get money, and have a small group to screw with. So he became a vault hunter to do all these things. All though technically he spent his time taking jobs since he couldn't find where to start for vault hunting. Eventually he found himself in this place about to be launched onto another planet to fufil he dreams of finding a vault while murdering everything possible.


Other


Has slight amnesia of birthplace.


Is a sociopath.

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ACCEPTED!


Please standby, the shuttle will launch in a moment.

 

[Deadkool]

So, when the rp begins, the power will be useless.

 

[StoneWolf18]

So, when the rp begins, the power will be useless.

...have you even realized that I've been withholding information?? There is much more then a water filled planet.

 

[Deadkool]

Well, yes, but I didn't expect Hyperion. This'll be fun.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Well, yes, but I didn't expect Hyperion. This'll be fun.

-gives a look of mock offense- Do you really think I would use Hyperion? I have much more interesting tricks up my metaphorical sleeve. ;3

 

[Deadkool]

Special Ability: use my completely broken and messed up files to summon hyperion mortar fire!


Hyperion mortar fire comes from Helios. If another large Hyperion vessel isn't in orbit, no Hyperion mortar fire.


I think there may be a miscommunication.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Special Ability: use my completely broken and messed up files to summon hyperion mortar fire!
Hyperion mortar fire comes from Helios. If another large Hyperion vessel isn't in orbit, no Hyperion mortar fire.


I think there may be a miscommunication.

Hmmmm....-gets smacked in the face with logic-


Might wanna change that... -scratches back of head, a bit embarrassed- @GhostZomKitty

 

[TYGERShrk]

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Use your D*** eyes...

Height


6'1


Weight


164


Hair Color


Blonde


Eye Color


Green


General Appearance


Somewhat muscular up top but definitely not ripped. Legs are the norm with nothing standing out. Covers most of face with an old mask. Some body decorations.

I'm going to shoot you

Skill Name


Windmill O' Bullets!


Skill Abilities


Shane pulls out both weapons, I know what you're wondering " Isn't that like Salvador's ability?", Shut your mind up and let me finish godd***it! Shane pulls out both weapons and... spins like a F***ing madman for 10 seconds! It's like a tornado... but with bullets! Cool!


Primary Weapon

"All ogre indeed..."


Secondary

"I'm sure a dirty man named Harry would like this."


Melee


"One does not simply not shoot..."


Extras


"A nice looking face if I do say so myself..."

GIVE. ME. A. F***ING. GUN.

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


Shane grew up never being told he couldn't do something. Right off the bat he was incredibly cocky and thought he could do anything. Shane was a brave motherf***er and was brave enough to be deemed worthy of Torgue's mentoring, through this Shane's sense of cockiness only grew (along with his ego). Shane was taught to always bleep out his bad words out of politeness and followed this rule even though he is probably the most impolite person you've ever met.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


Shane's mom and dad worked for Torgue, managing the arena in the Badass Crater of Badassitude. Because of this Shane was almost always at the arena. One blood soaked evening Torgue noticed 6 year old Shane sitting on his a** waiting outside the control room for his parents and confronted him. "WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING HERE KID! THIS PLACE AIN'T FOR CHILDREN!!!" Torgue yelled, Shane being an idiot yelled "WHAT AM I DOING HERE!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" back at him. This went on for a bit and resulted in Torgue saying how much they were alike and how they should be friends. For a decade Torgue taught Shane on gunplay using only the finest Torgue weaponry and equipment. When Shane was 16 his parents were killed in the arena due to a mishap, but despite how tragic it was Shane didn't really care as much as he probably should have because he already spent most of his time with Torgue. Regardless he wanted to kill the thing or person that killed his parents, for the thrill of the kill or for revenge we don't know. Shane found out the killer was some shocky skag thing. So he asked Torgue to release the beast, upon release he wasn't surprised by anything, just disappointed. The skag was a p**** and the fight was over quick and easy. At this point Shane decided to leave the Badass Crater for greater adventures, so for eight years he dominated bandits and basically everything else he could find to kill whether it was good or bad. But there was a new challenge... the vaults. The vault on Pandora was taken by some a**hats just after Shane heard about it but know there were more. Shane was off to the first vault he heard about, the one on the planet called Zalra...


Other

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[StoneWolf18]

no slide

Use your D*** eyes...

Height


6'1


Weight


164


Hair Color


Blonde


Eye Color


Green


General Appearance


Somewhat muscular up top but definitely not ripped. Legs are the norm with nothing standing out. Covers most of face with an old mask. Some body decorations.

I'm going to shoot you

Skill Name


Windmill O' Bullets!


Skill Abilities


Shane pulls out both weapons, I know what you're wondering " Isn't that like Salvador's ability?", Shut your mind up and let me finish godd***it! Shane pulls out both weapons and... spins like a F***ing madman for 10 seconds! It's like a tornado... but with bullets! Cool!


Primary Weapon

"All ogre indeed..."


Secondary

"I'm sure a dirty man named Harry would like this."


Melee


"One does not simply not shoot..."


Extras


"A nice looking face if I do say so myself..."

GIVE. ME. A. F***ING. GUN.

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


Shane grew up never being told he couldn't do something. Right off the bat he was incredibly cocky and thought he could do anything. Shane was a brave motherf***er and was brave enough to be deemed worthy of Torgue's mentoring, through this Shane's sense of cockiness only grew (along with his ego). Shane was taught to always bleep out his bad words out of politeness and followed this rule even though he is probably the most impolite person you've ever met.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


Shane's mom and dad worked for Torgue, managing the arena in the Badass Crater of Badassitude. Because of this Shane was almost always at the arena. One blood soaked evening Torgue noticed 6 year old Shane sitting on his a** waiting outside the control room for his parents and confronted him. "WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU DOING HERE KID! THIS PLACE AIN'T FOR CHILDREN!!!" Torgue yelled, Shane being an idiot yelled "WHAT AM I DOING HERE!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!" back at him. This went on for a bit and resulted in Torgue saying how much they were alike and how they should be friends. For a decade Torgue taught Shane on gunplay using only the finest Torgue weaponry and equipment. When Shane was 16 his parents were killed in the arena due to a mishap, but despite how tragic it was Shane didn't really care as much as he probably should have because he already spent most of his time with Torgue. Regardless he wanted to kill the thing or person that killed his parents, for the thrill of the kill or for revenge we don't know. Shane found out the killer was some shocky skag thing. So he asked Torgue to release the beast, upon release he wasn't surprised by anything, just disappointed. The skag was a p**** and the fight was over quick and easy. At this point Shane decided to leave the Badass Crater for greater adventures, so for eight years he dominated bandits and basically everything else he could find to kill whether it was good or bad. But there was a new challenge... the vaults. The vault on Pandora was taken by some a**hats just after Shane heard about it but know there were more. Shane was off to the first vault he heard about, the one on the planet called Zalra...


Other

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ACCEPTED!


Please standby, the shuttle will launch in a moment.

 

[Yoruko Katsumi]

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Ain't all this obvious?

Height


5' 2". Watch it, Any short jokes and a bullet will enter your skull.


Weight


110 pounds..


Hair Color


Red-Brown...


Eye Color


Violet..


General Appearance


... You blind or something?

My friends

Skill Name


Venom Strike


Skill Abilities


My suit allows me to cloak. When I am in this state, I have temporary superhuman abilities. Or in other words, I run really fast and my strength is increased ten fold. I am able to lock on to my target and run them through with Scorpion. But it only lasts 90 seconds and takes 15 minutes for my suit to recharge.


Primary Weapon


Sally. my main squeeze.


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Secondary


There are some who call him.... Tim.


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Meele


Ah Scorpion.


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Extra items


My mothers necklace.


A bottle of Vodka.


A bottle of Rum.

Okay, can I just go kill some shit now?

Personality


..I don't really like talking about myself.. Um, I guess I come off as cold since I don't exactly play well with others usually. But.. I love fluffy things. And alcohol.. Lots and lots of alcohol. My best friends are Sally, Tim, and Scorpion. They love when I feed them. I hardly ever take off my helmet. When I do, It probably means I am extremely pissed. Let's see... I live for spilling blood. I find emotions weak and hardly ever show my own. But I love causing others pain. My Idea of problem solving is pump it full of bullets, stab, or kick it till it works. I don't know what else to say. If you want to know more, come on a job with me, Or get me booze. I am an open book once I get my drink on.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


I was Born on Boot Hill out in the Dust. My mother was Susan Zaford. I don't know who my Dad is, or if he is still around. We would frequently visit the nearby Garage run by Ellie. She is the one that taught me to shoot and drive. My mom was eaten by a giant spider thingie. Spiderant? Whatever, when I was 15. After that, I was taken by bandits who enjoyed beating and torturing me. They did it for weeks until I snapped. I freed myself and found Good old Timmy. Then I found Sally. Together we killed every last one of those bastards. Afterword I made my way back to Ellie's place. She helped me make my armor suit and Scorpion. Later I infused the old girl with the most potent venom I could find. I started to take hit jobs from bounty boards to make a living. Before I knew it, I was skewering people left and right with Scorpion. If the wound didn't kill them, the venom sure as hell did. I guess that's how people started to call me Venom

 

[StoneWolf18]

[QUOTE="Yoruko Katsumi]

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no slide

Ain't all this obvious?

Height


5' 2". Watch it, Any short jokes and a bullet will enter your skull.


Weight


110 pounds..


Hair Color


Red-Brown...


Eye Color


Violet..


General Appearance


... You blind or something?

My friends

Skill Name


Venom Strike


Skill Abilities


My suit allows me to cloak. When I am in this state, I have temporary superhuman abilities. Or in other words, I run really fast and my strength is increased ten fold. I am able to lock on to my target and run them through with Scorpion. But it only lasts 90 seconds and takes 15 minutes for my suit to recharge.


Primary Weapon


Sally. my main squeeze.


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Secondary


There are some who call him.... Tim.


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Meele


Ah Scorpion.


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Extra items


My mothers necklace.


A bottle of Vodka.


A bottle of Rum.

Okay, can I just go kill some shit now?

Personality


..I don't really like talking about myself.. Um, I guess I come off as cold since I don't exactly play well with others usually. But.. I love fluffy things. And alcohol.. Lots and lots of alcohol. My best friends are Sally, Tim, and Scorpion. They love when I feed them. I hardly ever take off my helmet. When I do, It probably means I am extremely pissed. Let's see... I live for spilling blood. I find emotions weak and hardly ever show my own. But I love causing others pain. My Idea of problem solving is pump it full of bullets, stab, or kick it till it works. I don't know what else to say. If you want to know more, come on a job with me, Or get me booze. I am an open book once I get my drink on.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


I was Born on Boot Hill out in the Dust. My mother was Susan Zaford. I don't know who my Dad is, or if he is still around. We would frequently visit the nearby Garage run by Ellie. She is the one that taught me to shoot and drive. My mom was eaten by a giant spider thingie. Spiderant? Whatever, when I was 15. After that, I was taken by bandits who enjoyed beating and torturing me. They did it for weeks until I snapped. I freed myself and found Good old Timmy. Then I found Sally. Together we killed every last one of those bastards. Afterword I made my way back to Ellie's place. She helped me make my armor suit and Scorpion. Later I infused the old girl with the most potent venom I could find. I started to take hit jobs from bounty boards to make a living. Before I knew it, I was skewering people left and right with Scorpion. If the wound didn't kill them, the venom sure as hell did. I guess that's how people started to call me Venom

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ACCEPTED!


Please standby, the shuttle will launch in a moment.

 

[jamaicanviking]

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The two prettiest things in the 6 galaxies are dawn on Pandora, and this beautiful mug you see before you.

Height


6'3"


Weight


168 lbs


Hair Color


Dark brown


Eye Color


General Appearance

Psychos with axes and rakks with their wings, robots and guns are my favorite things!

Skill Name


Shake and Bake


Skill Abilities


Simply put, I digistruct myself 2 small loaders, Shake and Bake. Shake is a PWR loader, and will focus on destroying enemy cover and wittling down armored units (he also serves effectively deflecting projectiles, at the expense of movement). Bake, however, is a HOT loader, tasked instead with attacking smaller enemies and unarmored opponents. They will both self-destruct if one of them is destroyed, and both are more fragile than their Hyperion counterparts.


Primary Weapon (with damage scaled accordingly, of course)

Secondary (with damage scaled accordingly, of course)

Melee


Bayonet on SMG


Extra items


None

I suppose every hero needs a history, yes?

Personality(1 paragraph minimum)


Silus has always been more acclimated to machines than humans; typically, he'll find company in his two loaders than his own human brethren (his loaders didn't really have a penchant to shoot at him all the time (except Shake, he's always been a bit twitchy)). That's not to say Giffard is inept at interaction of course. When required, Silus has been shown to be rather persuasive, though whether or not firearms are a factor in that is up to debate. He is quite clumsy outside of working with machinery (thus his affection towards Tediore arms, since he doesn't have to fumble for a magazine) and he is oftentimes forgetful about his current task. If it isn't written down on a notepad or in his ECHO recorder, that information is probably gone. On the plus side, that means he can keep a secret pretty well.


History(1 paragraph minimum)


Silus was born into a destitute family consisting of his mother, father and 3 sisters. The majority of his childhood consisted mostly of working on robots and rovers with his father for petty cash, as his kin had no other source of income and his sisters did jack shit. That, and getting hit with an old magazine every day by his mother for "being a fuckin' nerd." Seeing as there aren't many settlements that don't harbor cannibalistic bandits, vicious animals, or cannibalistic bandits riding vicious animals, Silus didn't have many neighbors to talk to. Barring (heaven forbid) conversing with his increasingly insufferable family, he decided to use his engineering expertise to fashion himself two new friends using leftover Hyperion loader parts. Christened Shake and Bake after an old box Silus had found lying around, these two bots would serve to be his best friends for the rest of his life.


In his teenage and adult years, Silus started to take an interest in Vault Hunters, and the goal for which they strived: shitloads of loot. Enthralled by the stories of heroes like Zer0 and Roland, and especially Wilhelm (whom, despite being an evil bastard, looked pretty damn cool) Silus decided that the only way he'd ever make it in life was to chase after extremely dangerous Vaults which would likely kill him in new and exciting ways. Modifying his loaders for combat, buying some guns with what little money he had, and taking up the position of Enforcer, Giffard started his journey for the Vault. Maybe two, if he felt like it.


Other


Shake is the slightly older "brother" of Bake, and is a smaller version of an old Hyperion PWR loader (shrunk to about 75% of his size due to a mishap when he was scanned by the digistructor.) In stark contrast to Bake, who sets things on fire from a distance, Shake likes to punch things. He's pretty freakin' good at it too. He also enjoys long walks on the lava beach and dubstep. Bake, the slightly younger "brother" of Shake, is a smaller version of an old Hyperion HOT loader (like Shake, shrunk to about 75% of his size.) A staunch pyromaniac, Bake likes to roast lots of things, ranging from skags a little too close to Papa Silus and...everything else a little too close to Papa Silus.

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