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Meme Teem?
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Unknown, but he definitely belongs on this roster
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As above, Foster was born on a farm run by Crey, with the intent to have 'nutrition' for heroic types on their own roster. This did not go well. | ||
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It's in the name, yo. While REVENGE is always the right option when your entire species has been subjected to torture and terror for thousands of years, Foster has a specific mad on for those that would harm or alter poultry. | ||
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Above - he is able to fly, cast fire powers around himself including to heal his own wounds as well as put enemies in an immobilizing 'ring of fire', but also he's learned how to use the sharp blades of a master chef. Or a samurai, whatever, he's not picky. | ||
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An escape artist, good with finding weakness and determining who is 'in charge' in order to scatter the minions. Foster does have a good memory for faces, locations, and the layout of complex mazes. | ||
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He is well trained but food-rewarded, so if he won't just jump into a fray, dangle some seed or a mouse. Also he is frighteningly big in his fully flaming form, and he is not a vegan. They'd really love to have him as a mascot. He is not their mascot. | ||
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Foster might eventually settle down to instruct other poultry-based Uplifts or powered Kin in their efforts but it'll be a weird experience for everyone. | ||
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Top - Foster as a 'normal rooster kin' there's not a lot special there Bottom - Foster's Revenge in his 'final form'... he is up for some cock fights |
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Foster can keep fighting a while, but does eventually need to recover. Thing is, that 'Consume' power in his fire set? That drains the energy of those around him and replaces his own... |
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Accurate to a good degree with his swords, he doesn't really concentrate on origami or shit like that, he's a fighter |
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He is however very agile in the air and on the ground, quick on his taloned feet, and surprisingly able to get into places that you wouldn't think an 8 foot tall rooster could |
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He is not an intellectual, but he definitely is clever enough to have a goal and know how to reach it |
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His 'education' is entirely 'Crey Mazes' and 'pecking order'. He can learn by watching, and knows when he's screwed up, so give him the reward please |
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Top - as a 'chickie' everyone thought he was so adorable! Bottom - JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT IS THAT |
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Foster does definitely have two phases to his appearance, not just to the way he can act innocent to draw people closer. As just a not-burning Kin, he's a bird that only another bird might find handsome, but then there's the frying... |
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As above, Foster is demure and cute, clucking around waiting for evidence of wrong-doing And then he's spotted it |
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Do not let the 'chicken' thing decieve you: chickens are bold as shit and twice as sharp when they carry fuckin ginsu knives and are on fire |
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His abilities are pretty specific and he has no desire to branch out, he'll stick with fire and knives thanks |
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He's decent enough with that, knows which blade to use or what technique will hit a group best |
ALLIGNMENT INFORMATION Weakest --> Strongest; Good --> Evil / Order--> Chaos; Little --> Most |
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| Revenge is in his name for a reason | Foster isn't 'evil', he knows evil when he sees it. But what he considers to be RIGHT, there's the thing... | Foster doesn't want to chat with you about your car or your kid's graduation |
Offensive power: Average Sharp Blade Attacks
---2x normal power level
Defensive Power: Average Fire Defenses
---2x normal power level
Transport Power: Very high Fire Riding (heat)
---6x normal power level
Weakness: Bad Sense of Taste
Foster's Revenge. The name would bring a chill down the spine of any butcher or poultry farmer, had they ever heard of him. Some had. A fair number of those around Paragon City as well as out on the Rogue Isles certainly knew the distinct color... and scent... of this fryer.
He'd long since ended Crey's 'farm fresh fuel' program with his, y'know. Burning it all to the ground and ganking the scientists that posed as farmers. There were other concerns in Salamanca like ghosts and fey incursions, so Crey didn't bother rebuilding that farm, leaving it to the pumpkin-headed creatures and weird goblin-deer. Foster would return to the place once in a while, but only while directed there as parts of missions he did for the city.
He had also kind of stopped doing those missions for anyone else but himself and his 'friends' in Spirits of Paragon. But even they were growing a little weary of having to run PR campaigns to prevent more losses on streetcorner 'hot wings' vending carts.
See there's the thing. Foster is not a 'kin', he wasn't born to two-footed intelligent beings. He was hatched as a concerted breeding effort from generations of genetically altered and chemically treated chickens. He is a rooster. He does have thumbs. He can speak, read, and comprehend. But he is not 'humanoid' because he was meant to be. He was intended to be food for humanoids. And that has rankled him since the first day he realized that the hand that was holding a worm was just as vulnerable as the worm itself.
Wenona and some others in the Spirits do have to keep a very close eye on his activities. When the group lapsed between dimensions, and some portals became available to the 'west coast skin-side' of Twoarth, they have to watch even harder, because his actions on Twoarth might be considered 'retro' - having a mad-on for humans or 'skins', or 'predators and cannibals' just because they're sitting at a picnic table having their favorite deep-fried chicken bucket ... that's racist, man. That's scary retro. That's the kind of thing that shows up on the evening news with follow-ups hourly until the perp is caught.
So far, he has not outright murdered anyone - that anyone knows about. Back 'home' in Paragon? There's a long list of former-Crey, though truth be told at least half of those were illegally produced Revenant clones. Foster knows the difference between someone 'bad' and someone 'innocent', but he's never really grasped the entire history of 'they will eat animals it's fine'. He himself is definitely able and willing to supplement his 'grain fed' diet with whatever else will fit in his gob: mice, insects, small fey, that hand that he chopped off... So you don't fuck with him.
Some people have tried to get him to just become a pit-fighter, he'd be terrific at it after all. But he still requires a bit of reason to fight, he won't just go up to some rando on the street with a briefcase and a phone and harass them. God no, that'd make him a karen. How bout we don't.
But if he smells chicken meat on that kebob. You are cooked.
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Name: Waddlesnacc |
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