"I always found it odd that mounted turret viruses exist," Tundra commented.

"It makes you wonder if someone put them there intentionally... oh well. How would you like to dispose of them?" asked Iakov.

"Let me try out the new chip, and then I can get in their personal space with the Rageclaw," Tundra suggested, examining his blade pointedly. (OOC: pun intended)

"It is done," Iakov replied, giving the Guard1 its first trial in Tundra's battle routine and the RageClaw an opportunity to shine. "Let me know if you need anything else."

Nodding curtly, Tundra quickly activated the temporary shield in front of his torso.

"You should probably flank them," Iakov added, peering intently at his PET display.

"I'm on it," Tundra replied, and began advancing in the direction of the leftmost Canodumb, preparing his RageClaw for use once the shield was hit by something or other. Once he'd gotten within a panel or two of the defense installments for absolutely nothing, Tundra shifted into a flanking position on the viruses' left side and unsheathed the RageClaw. His frozen blade had been replaced with five jagged, angular talons of ice which protruded in a hand-like formation from his wrist. He calmly began moving forwards and slashing with the claw, increasing speed and ferocity as he continued; if his shield had been destroyed some time during the advance, he certainly hadn't noticed.

"You are not exactly the model of self-control today," Iakov chuckled, stroking his goatee thoughtfully. "I hope that claw can deflect bullets."

Tundra acknowledged Iakov's worry and halted his slashing progression, pausing to see if either Canodumb had survived the onslaught of ice. "Well, if I was shot, I didn't feel it," he shrugged, examining himself casually while maintaining a careful watch on the battlefield.

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Tundra.EXE
HP: 150
1. Activate Guard1, advance to flanking position (if hit, up to 60 DMG in line towards CanodumbA, piercing)
2. RageClaw > nearest Canodumb surviving (40 DMG)
3. RageClaw > nearest Canodumb surviving (40 DMG)
*: Free dodge/parry, mostly watching for sneaky Champu motion

Glacier Blast: Ready!

Smiling, Tundra gathered his reward data and examined the new BattleChip with moderate curiosity. "Hm, Guard1? Should be useful."

"Nice," agreed Iakov.

"Let's keep going," Tundra said as he plunged further into the Net.

(Requesting battle 2!)

"Alright, looks like we're warming up slowly," Tundra commented with a slight smile. "I don't really feel like getting up close and personal. Mind giving me some guns?"

"Done," Iakov replied, slotting in a pair of chips with one swift hand motion.

Nodding his thanks, Tundra turned to face the viruses and let his ice blade shatter to make room for the incoming Cannon. As the hefty slab of metal slid forward from his wrist, a layer of ice shot forward to encase it in a sort of protective surface. With one arm held loosely by his side, Tundra squinted down the barrel of his...wrist and took a shot at the center Metool. Just as the recoil forced his arm upwards, he allowed the Cannon to dissipate and used his free hand to shoot a large streak of ice along the panels to his right. Without missing a beat, Tundra dodge-rolled into the ice path he'd created, coming out of the roll into a sort of slide on the slippery surface.

When he regained his balance, Tundra equipped the Shotgun in the same fashion as the Cannon and took aim at the Mets which he was now flanking. Squinting again, he steadied his arm until he deemed the shot straight enough to hit both viruses and fired. After he finished shooting, Tundra took a few steps backwards and looked carefully towards the viruses' position, waiting for any signs of life.

"Need the RageClaw?" asked Iakov, crossing his arms and peering at the PET screen expectantly.

"Eh, it should be fine," Tundra shrugged, "but we'll see if I messed up deleting Mets."

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Tundra.EXE
HP: 150
1. Cannon > Metool B (40 DMG)
2. Dramatic ice-dodge-roll to flanking position (dodge, line up Shotgun)
3. Shotgun > Metool C, Spread > Metool A (50 DMG)

Sigs: Ready!

Thanks Grim!

And sure, Azure, just let me get used to the system here before I slow you up

A flash of blue light and a hint of cold air marked Tundra's entry to the ACDC Net. The icicle-bound Navi examined his surroundings curiously before plunging into the Net, frozen blade at the ready.

"I'm glad that you're comfortable, but don't you have work to do?" Tundra asked.

"It can wait. The consulate wanted me to look into the ACDC Net anyways, and we haven't busted in weeks." replied Iakov with a shrug.

"I'm not complaining."

(Requesting first battle!)

A tall, simply-dressed man emerged from the ACDC train station with leather jacket slung over tee-shirted shoulder. With his head to the sky and free hand in his pocket, Iakov contentedly sucked in the fresh air and made his way to the nearest cafe for a quick bite. When he arrived, he ordered a coffee and jacked Tundra into the Net, settling comfortably into the outdoor metal chair for a leisurely busting run.

"Sitting outside is definitely less pleasant in Sharo."

Name: Tundra.EXE
Gender: Male
Element: Aqua
Subtype: Sword

Appearance: Tundra, as might be gathered, is an ice Navi. His body is mainly comprised of bluish, semi-transparent ice, and where there isn't ice coverage a dark blue undersuit can be seen. Most of his face is covered by an icy mask, slightly spiky with a few holes for vocal communication on the Net. The mask continues up to his eyes, which are essentially glowing blue polygons between the mask and helmet. Tundra's helmet is sleek yet still serves as the base for many icicles which jet upwards and back. His chestpiece is also adorned with icicles, and the 'armor' continues to modest icy pauldrons and icicles protruding from both his kneecaps and his elbows. Tundra is not a bulky navi, but his armor gives his profile a bit of thickness -- especially the spikes.

Personality: Tundra is driven. Not to avenge his family or to become the most famous Navi on the net, but driven in the areas of self-improvement and the betterment of all around him. He battles mainly in self-interest, but won't hesitate to step into a conflict if he feels something is truly wrong (or important). He rarely "loses his cool," instead choosing to keep anger in check until it's useful to him. Tundra also dislikes letting his ego rule him, but he is by no means a humble Navi. In short, Tundra is no paragon, but but uses his skills so as to grow stronger and keep to his values.

Custom Weapon: Usually, Tundra uses an ice blade which protrudes from his wrist; basically, a sword carved from a hunk of ice and attached to his right arm. When he wants to use battlechips or change the form of the sword, it shatters and the new weapon (i.e. a Cannon) slides forwards from his arm. The weapon is then coated in a shimmery film of ice from where it touches Tundra's arm forward. It can be either translucent ice (a shadowy form under a coating of ice) or a hunk of ice made to look like the weapon.

Name: Iakov Brekoniev
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: Iakov is tall (~6'1/6'2) and fair-skinned. He has dark hair shaved close to his head and a full, equally dark goatee. His eyes are a piercing grey-blue. While not a muscle man, Iakov has a decent build and the combination of his serious manner and solid arms makes him seem like one not to be trifled with. He has a huge supply of dark tee-shirts and practical jeans, which he usually combines with brown work boots, a belt, and a silver watch on his left wrist. His PET is kept in a holster on his belt.

Personality: Iakov looks and seems like a hardened, turnip-eating northern man at first glance. He can be abrasive, but could never be described as mean-spirited; the best word to describe him is "fair." He enjoys challenges (netbattling, arm wrestling) and has an instinctual yet adaptive sense of right and wrong. He, like Tundra, can be competitive, but both in the end try to do what they think is right.

Operator
Name: Iakov Brekoniev
Age: 28
Gender: Male

Appearance: Iakov is tall (~6'1/6'2) and fair-skinned. He has dark hair shaved close to his head and a full, equally dark goatee. His eyes are a piercing grey-blue. While not a muscle man, Iakov has a decent build and the combination of his serious manner and solid arms makes him seem like one not to be trifled with. He has a huge supply of dark tee-shirts and practical jeans, which he usually combines with brown work boots, a belt, and a silver watch on his left wrist. His PET is kept in a holster on his belt.

Personality: Iakov looks and seems like a hardened, turnip-eating northern man at first glance. He can be abrasive, but could never be described as mean-spirited; the best word to describe him is "fair." He enjoys challenges (netbattling, arm wrestling) and has an instinctual yet adaptive sense of right and wrong. He, like Tundra, can be competitive, but both in the end try to do what they think is right.

PET Modifications: --

NetNavi
Name: Tundra.EXE
Gender: Male
Element: Aqua
Subtype: Sword

Appearance: Tundra, as might be gathered, is an ice Navi. His body is mainly comprised of bluish, semi-transparent ice, and where there isn't ice coverage a dark blue undersuit can be seen. Most of his face is covered by an icy mask, slightly spiky with a few holes for vocal communication on the Net. The mask continues up to his eyes, which are essentially glowing blue polygons between the mask and helmet. Tundra's helmet is sleek yet still serves as the base for many icicles which jet upwards and back. His chestpiece is also adorned with icicles, and the 'armor' continues to modest icy pauldrons and icicles protruding from both his kneecaps and his elbows. Tundra is not a bulky navi, but his armor gives his profile a bit of thickness -- especially the spikes.

Personality: Tundra is driven. Not to avenge his family or to become the most famous Navi on the net, but driven in the areas of self-improvement and the betterment of all around him. He battles mainly in self-interest, but won't hesitate to step into a conflict if he feels something is truly wrong (or important). He rarely "loses his cool," instead choosing to keep anger in check until it's useful to him. Tundra also dislikes letting his ego rule him, but he is by no means a humble Navi. In short, Tundra is no paragon, but but uses his skills so as to grow stronger and keep to his values.

Custom Weapon: Usually, Tundra uses an ice blade which protrudes from his wrist; basically, a sword carved from a hunk of ice and attached to his right arm. When he wants to use battlechips or change the form of the sword, it shatters and the new weapon (i.e. a Cannon) slides forwards from his arm. The weapon is then coated in a shimmery film of ice from where it touches Tundra's arm forward. It can be either translucent ice (a shadowy form under a coating of ice) or a hunk of ice made to look like the weapon.

Signature Attack:
Glacier Blast: Tundra essentially sends a hunk of ice flying from his palm. When it makes contact with its target, it gives them a painful immobilization for a short time and makes the ground around them slick with ice.

[1 round stun, 10 damage, medium-sized terrain change to ice]
[60 points]
[2 TCD]

NaviCust: Undershirt, HP +50 (20/40)

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Alright, I think that covers everything -- let me know if I forgot something!

Salut! Je m'appelle Thom, et je suis enchantée.

I stumbled upon this site while I was clearing links from my online bookmark list; not sure how I found it in the first place, but hey, it looks like a good time. I'm currently in Israel (using the goddamn 250V power sources) but I live in America, and I'll be back there for normal access times soon enough.

I've had a lot of RP experience through DnD and so on, and I'm hoping to do some interesting stuff on here. Almost done typing up my Navi, hope to be playing soon!