Res merely smiled at the metools, a dark shadow creeping over his face.

Raising his right hand and tiling his head that way, the burning tophat falls into it. "Hello good gentle....viruses, may I persuade you to participate in a study?" Rubbing the tophat with a smile, Res soon grew angered as it failed to stop burning. "sigh, such a waste."

Putting the tophat back on his head, Res looked down at himself. "Oh geez, how careless, I forgot my clothing!" The trenchcoat materialized upon him and now the experiment is complete, with dual action surgical knife! "How careless, well since I'm not hearing and disagreements from you ... Oh cr--" Keeling over, Res's body lurched over as bile erupted from his mouth. it continued in three great pushes until the bile ran out, allowing Res to stand up again.

"Oh bugger, I knew trix were meant for kids only! What the dandy bugger was that anyways!?" The flaming pile of... bile, started smoking a most peculiar scent, it reminds one of flower and daisy's and at least 12 different illegal net drugs.

"Oh that?, that was... uhh... you know I don't know what, just ignore it, get started Res. Test the first product please." In his head Levran was laughing manically, "NOW TO PROVE MY CONCEPT! CALL ME A MAD SCIENST EHH!???" People were starting to look at him weird, with that 'he's a mad scientist' look.

"Well then, which one first? I know!" Taking a quick jump to the left, Res dashed inward onto his target the cute little bugger on the left MetoolA. "Well now.... question is how do I di... oh bugger" Bile purged itself from his stomach again, this time burning even the fire navi. It completely coated the metool in a steamy mess. "Well that solves that" taking out a sprayer labeled ANGEL'S DUST in capital letters, Res sprayed it upon the cute little bastard, making sure it soaked in all the way to the core.

"and now the finale!" Taking a match out of his lab coat, Res threw it onto the met, inflaming it in euphoric flavor, scent, and feeling. Taking the traditional CIRCLE DANCE, Res smiled like a madman, his eyes sinking in even further. "Welcome comrade to the world of enhancement products, ain't they swell?" Smiling his face wide with euphoric joy as he himself breathed in the products.

(Recap
BARF
Dodge to left
Angel's Dust 0 dmg, -15 health, confusion for one turn
-1 health)

A thousand putrid steaming shards fell from the sky onto the ACDC net as Levran rapped off a quick line of curses at the failing PET, which included but not limited to *CENSORED FOR YOUR PLEASURE!*.

As the pieces landed upon the ground of the beautiful network, they melted as if the only thing holding them together in the first place was gravity. The 1's and 0's float around, filling it with an almost somber mood. Then a musical accordion begins to play. "BACKUP PLAN INITIATE MUSICAL RECONSTITUTION ACTIVATE!" A cackle from a demon can be heard over the intercom, and perhaps even whole net.

Suddenly as the accordian reaches it's main number, the liquid starts gathering together, all into one puddle. "BASIC SHELL FORMATION CODE: YOU BETTER NOT FAIL AGAIN YOU STUPID PIECE OF ****!" Clapping to the tune of the music again and again, as if to will it to life!

The shell formats itself as the liquid begins to fill it, once full it solidifies, coloring, and reforming itself again. Finishing it's process the basic shell dissipates and the newborne navi opens it's eyes.

Its hunched back form and burning tophat give it the strangest appearance that could ever be seen. it's mouth smiles, the appearance seeming unnatural

"FINALLY! AFTER TEN THOUSAND YEARS I'M FREE! TIME TO CONQUER THE EARTH!" Rubbing it's hands together in that strange way people in the cold do, or evil people who can't straighten their backs do.

"Wait what? No, we are not having any of that! Research Experiment Sigma, state your purpose." A sigh of exasperation comes from the "great" scientist

Face sloping down once more, a sadistic tone creeps forward "To experimentttttt, heheheheHAHAHA, WHERE ARE THE EXPERIMENTS!!! COME TO ME MY PRETTY SUBJECTS!!!!" Eyes lightning up a violet color Res stalks towards the north, in search of precious pretty subjects.

".... Maybe I should have spent more than one minute on this one..."

(BATTLE ME UP SCOTTY!)

ACDC, the town where life was at it's fullest, a great town, great people... and great research. Dark hair shining in the bright sky, Draksor stepped out of the subway and faced the city suburbs.

"Hehehe, finally, after 18 years of collecting data for the sake of the future! It is COMPLETE!" Left Shoulder twitching slightly, Draksor reached into his lab coat with his right hand and pulled out his brand new PET, brushing over his french army knife his hand twitched slightly.

"Now to take my experiment into the Net world, to find out if the Net world truly is it's own independent being, with all the fallacies of the real world, or if it's just data!" With a dramatic reveling of his arms a dark smiled widened his face, forcing wrinkles into it. Realizing what he just did, Draksor withdrew his arms into an embarrassed position and quickly pushed the on button on the PET.

"NOW LIVE! LIVE MY GREAT PROJECT! WHICH TOOK ME NO LESS THEN A MINUTE TO MAKE WHICH PROBABLY RESULTED IN FAULTY CODING WHICH I COULD NOT BE BOTHERED TO RECHECK AS MY SCI...." Running out of air, the great scientist collapsed. "Note to self, BREATHE." standing back up, Draksor looked at the screen to see many giant ERROR MESSAGES.

"NO! WHERE COULD I HAVE POSSIBLY GONE WRONG!!!???" skipping over to the jack port, Draksor quickly jacked in the pet while quickly rambling directions to ignore all errors.

"JACK IN! RESEARCH EXPERIMENT SIGMA!" Spinning around in a full circle, sparkles magically appeared *from his lab coat* and if he had long hair and only a quick glance you'd swear he was a bishounen.

NetNavi
Name: Research Experiment Sigma Nickname: Res
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Type: Recover

Appearance: Where to start, Where to start.
Alrighty
First off, he is hunched over like that shady person you see in dark alleyways waiting to either sell you stuff or rape you. Take your pick. The hunch is almost as bad as a genetic malfunction but it is completely natural just his posture being horrible. Wearing a heavy dealer's coat, it contains all of his various "enhancements". His top hat (That is right I said top hat) is always on fire at the top, as if to signify his burning desire to get the most perfect stuff. The elegant blackness of it highly contrasts the shady dealer's appearance. Underneath the dealer's jacket is a jumpsuit like most other navis, however it is completely random. By that, I mean its color changes by the very second; I would call it a chameleon if it actually stayed one color for more than 1 second. However, no, it is multi colored as if a splash of paint was sprayed upon it second after second with multiple colors. His feet are pretty unremarkable except for the whole, except for the large amounts of smoke exhaled from them, some would assume it's because of the FIRE type that he is, others have their doubts.

His face has this worn out appearance, bags under the eyes that only TRUE sleep deprivation can attain. His mouth sloped downward as if it's impossible to smile, and yet he does which only adds more disturbing things to his appearance.

Personality: Being the result of Levran's many many research projects, Res is well, screwed up in the head. He doesn't act like he's on drugs, but he can't help but share his creators massive obsession with research, from viruses to the effects of enhancements on them and other navi's. His goal? Create the best damn stuff out there for the net. His method? Testing on viruses and/or navis.

Quick to react to a possible specimen it makes him quite overeager, some would say reckless and careless, while others would say enthusiastic and coldly calculating.

Lastly but not leastly, he's quite prone to random outbursts, it's believed by Levran that it's because of the attempt to mesh together so much research data, but either way they are sometimes comical and sometimes just stupid, the appearance of these outbursts is irratic at best.

Custom Weapon: A kitchen knife sized Surgical cutting tool. The tool is your standard surgical cutting tool sized to be used like a knife for those sticky extractions, useful for data separation. Also can be used as a lever, don't ask me how.

Signature Attack:
Angel's dust

Damage- ZERO
Debuffs- Confusion
Nerfs- Sacrifice
Total points- 80!
TCD-2

Description:

Res takes it upon himself to liberate his stomach of all it's data contents from his testing, in the form of a catalyst for FIRE. The red bile leaking from his mouth all the time is finally realized as it covers the opponent in a vile color, then taking a match and a sprayer out of one of the pockets in his magical dealer's jacket, he then sprays the victim and thusly lights it on fire. The "chemical" essence seeps into it, robbing its mind of all processes. To celebrate this new awakening of a comrade, Res then does the Circular dance of Success, something that is rather funny to watch and funny to be in Or so witnesses have been told at least.

Other Notes about RES: He loses 1 hp per turn thanks to a rather putrid data bile building up in his stomach and leaking out

Operator
Name: Levran Draksor
Age: 34
Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at about Seven Feet and 3 inches, he wears a collared shirt which he typically keeps pulled up. The emblem on it is quite distinctive; it says, "Guess what my Anti-Drug is? Drugs." Orange and Yellow swirls make it impossible to see those words to all except the most "perceptive". The back is unremarkable, you know except for the face it is a giant array of paints, as if someone had taped it up and just threw whole globs of paint on it. Strangest thing? It keeps changing colors. Maybe he does it on purpose. As for the pants, they are tan cargo pants; boy does he love them cargo pants. Damn things make the whole world go round! Not too much more about his clothing, he typically wears running shoes, you never know when ya have to run from something. The design is the ever popular ZIKE, black as night for camouflage purpose, they glow in the dark thus neutralizing any ninja essence to them however.

His hair is jet black, and runs down his face in the ALSO EVER POPULAR emo look. Running down his left eye, since... well he does not HAVE ONE (If the hair ever reveals itself it'll just be a pirate patch covering it), he however always appears to be really preppy. The eyebrows, thick highly defined, despite the emo hair, HE DOES NOT HAVE THE MAKEUP! Jesusssss. His nose is medium sized and arched in rather than blaring out. Full lips... that's all you need to know wink.gif. As for the face, well he does not get much sun time so it is a pale kind of color, yet with the modern advances in medicines and technology, he never gets sunburnt even when he does go out. Freckled to hell and back, he has a scar on his face from too much Acne, right side of his face where it is rather hard to tell. He flaunts two gigantic canines, not as bad as Dracula but still prominent enough to earn him the title "vampire" As for the ears... they're ears. They are not dumbo ears so what else do you need to know? His muscle strength is NIL, so he's basically screwed should someone decide to I donno molest him or something...

Also, on occasion he'll randomly wear a lab coat, it's just a normal lab coat, custom made. Seems he likes working side jobs for various labs. Granted, it's been a dry run lately but who knows, he might get lucky.

Personality: Yea, he is one spazzy bastard. He does not actually DO drugs; he just likes finding people that do. It is believed to be a fetish, or something. He calls it research though. Why, well.... It IS NOT KNOWN. Overall, extremely forgetful, simplistic, enjoys life A LOT, and has been asked where his marijuana dealer is and what the grade was. Smiles like crazy and when he smiles like crazy, you can see an almost shadow to it, that scary quality people who force themselves to smile have. Almost demonic *Shiver*. Yea, his favorite saying "Knowing is half the battle!" And to fit virus busting he has added "The Other half is knowing the chemicals entering your own body!" .... Yea, it does not make much sense either.

Additional Info: Makes a habit of holding onto a Lockpick, Chemical tester *For purity testing... but of what?*, and a handy dandy wallet full of all his prized possessions *Money* and carries french army knife *Complete with a white flag and a wine corkscrew*... *that's all it is really, no weapons there no siree*

PET Modifications: Data analyzer and data tester, for those errr "enhancements" that can be found on the net.

RAWR here we go, sry if it's confusing.

Operator
Name: Levran Draksor
Age: 34
Gender: Male

Appearance: Standing at about Seven Feet and 3 inches, he wears a collared shirt which he typically keeps pulled up. The emblem on it is quite distinctive; it says, "Guess what my Anti-Drug is? Drugs." Orange and Yellow swirls make it impossible to see those words to all except the most "perceptive". The back is unremarkable, you know except for the face it is a giant array of paints, as if someone had taped it up and just threw whole globs of paint on it. Strangest thing? It keeps changing colors. Maybe he does it on purpose. As for the pants, they are tan cargo pants; boy does he love them cargo pants. Damn things make the whole world go round! Not too much more about his clothing, he typically wears running shoes, you never know when ya have to run from something. The design is the ever popular ZIKE, black as night for camouflage purpose, they glow in the dark thus neutralizing any ninja essence to them however.

His hair is jet black, and runs down his face in the ALSO EVER POPULAR emo look. Running down his left eye, since... well he does not HAVE ONE (If the hair ever reveals itself it'll just be a pirate patch covering it), he however always appears to be really preppy. The eyebrows, thick highly defined, despite the emo hair, HE DOES NOT HAVE THE MAKEUP! Jesusssss. His nose is medium sized and arched in rather than blaring out. Full lips... that's all you need to know ;). As for the face, well he does not get much sun time so it is a pale kind of color, yet with the modern advances in medicines and technology, he never gets sunburnt even when he does go out. Freckled to hell and back, he has a scar on his face from too much Acne, right side of his face where it is rather hard to tell. He flaunts two gigantic canines, not as bad as Dracula but still prominent enough to earn him the title "vampire" As for the ears... they're ears. They are not dumbo ears so what else do you need to know? His muscle strength is NIL, so he's basically screwed should someone decide to I donno molest him or something...

Also, on occasion he'll randomly wear a lab coat, it's just a normal lab coat, custom made. Seems he likes working side jobs for various labs. Granted, it's been a dry run lately but who knows, he might get lucky.

Personality: Yea, he is one spazzy bastard. He does not actually DO drugs; he just likes finding people that do. It is believed to be a fetish, or something. He calls it research though. Why, well.... It IS NOT KNOWN. Overall, extremely forgetful, simplistic, enjoys life A LOT, and has been asked where his marijuana dealer is and what the grade was. Smiles like crazy and when he smiles like crazy, you can see an almost shadow to it, that scary quality people who force themselves to smile have. Almost demonic *Shiver*. Yea, his favorite saying "Knowing is half the battle!" And to fit virus busting he has added "The Other half is knowing the chemicals entering your own body!" .... Yea, it does not make much sense either.

Additional Info: Makes a habit of holding onto a Lockpick, Chemical tester *For purity testing... but of what?*, and a handy dandy wallet full of all his prized possessions *Money* and carries french army knife *Complete with a white flag and a wine corkscrew*... *that's all it is really, no weapons there no siree*

PET Modifications: Data analyzer and data tester, for those errr "enhancements" that can be found on the net.

NetNavi
Name: Research Experiment Sigma Nickname: Res
Gender: Male
Element: Fire
Type: Recover

Appearance: Where to start, Where to start.
Alrighty
First off, he is hunched over like that shady person you see in dark alleyways waiting to either sell you stuff or rape you. Take your pick. The hunch is almost as bad as a genetic malfunction but it is completely natural just his posture being horrible. Wearing a heavy dealer's coat, it contains all of his various "enhancements". His top hat (That is right I said top hat) is always on fire at the top, as if to signify his burning desire to get the most perfect stuff. The elegant blackness of it highly contrasts the shady dealer's appearance. Underneath the dealer's jacket is a jumpsuit like most other navis, however it is completely random. By that, I mean its color changes by the very second; I would call it a chameleon if it actually stayed one color for more than 1 second. However, no, it is multi colored as if a splash of paint was sprayed upon it second after second with multiple colors. His feet are pretty unremarkable except for the whole, except for the large amounts of smoke exhaled from them, some would assume it's because of the FIRE type that he is, others have their doubts.

His face has this worn out appearance, bags under the eyes that only TRUE sleep deprivation can attain. His mouth sloped downward as if it's impossible to smile, and yet he does which only adds more disturbing things to his appearance.

Personality: Being the result of Levran's many many research projects, Res is well, screwed up in the head. He doesn't act like he's on drugs, but he can't help but share his creators massive obsession with research, from viruses to the effects of enhancements on them and other navi's. His goal? Create the best damn stuff out there for the net. His method? Testing on viruses and/or navis.

Quick to react to a possible specimen it makes him quite overeager, some would say reckless and careless, while others would say enthusiastic and coldly calculating.

Lastly but not leastly, he's quite prone to random outbursts, it's believed by Levran that it's because of the attempt to mesh together so much research data, but either way they are sometimes comical and sometimes just stupid, the appearance of these outbursts is irratic at best.

Custom Weapon: A kitchen knife sized Surgical cutting tool. The tool is your standard surgical cutting tool sized to be used like a knife for those sticky extractions, useful for data separation. Also can be used as a lever, don't ask me how.

Signature Attack:
Angel's dust

Damage- ZERO
Debuffs- Confusion
Nerfs- Sacrifice
Total points- 80!
TCD-2

Description:

Res takes it upon himself to liberate his stomach of all it's data contents from his testing, in the form of a catalyst for FIRE. The red bile leaking from his mouth all the time is finally realized as it covers the opponent in a vile color, then taking a match and a sprayer out of one of the pockets in his magical dealer's jacket, he then sprays the victim and thusly lights it on fire. The "chemical" essence seeps into it, robbing its mind of all processes. To celebrate this new awakening of a comrade, Res then does the Circular dance of Success, something that is rather funny to watch and funny to be in Or so witnesses have been told at least.

Other Notes about RES: He loses 1 hp per turn thanks to a rather putrid data bile building up in his stomach and leaking out

Steam ID: Superstarsage
TF2
L4D

Xbox360
Superstarsage
Wartech Senko No Ronde
Castle Crashers
Naruto Broken Bonds *Not one of my better moments*

*damn people taking my name*

8/10 I love that design for some reason XD

"Move on Superstar... and keep the broadcasting to a minimum, last thing we need is a gigantic swarm of viruses up our asses"

Chuckling, Superstar raised a hand to his forehead in mock salute "Righty-o boss!"

(Battle 2 please)

Best damn deck in the world.

Blue/Red

Capsize heaven, few red monsters for balance *use proportions!* and a fire spell *forgot the name* that burns all land of a specific type. So say you're fighting a green deck. Hold onto the card for 30 turns when you know they're good and out of land. And BAM burn their forests. If they have Snow-covered forests *5 or so* they become so less a threat to your capsizes BAM!

Seriously Capsize buyback=win