Madasses
| Madasses |
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| Mercenary Corporation |
| TL 5 |
| Small Empire |
| Player |
| DeltaV |
| Allies |
| Enemies |
| Notable People |
| Bastian Armadeus
Cassida Armadeus |
The Madasses are a mercenary faction, a surprisingly large one, consisting of many different kinds of minifigs, vehicles and creatures. Most of these hail from different planets, some are exiles, some are robots, most of them joined for fun. The Madasses are hired guns, but their prices are surprisingly low. All they want is a good fight; they already have the teknology to ressurect themselves and travel through time, and money isn't really an issue. In a few cases, they even fought against themselves.
Leader of the Madasses, Bastian is a hulking mass of muscles with expertise in a wide variety of weaponry. Born on a large but rather low-tek planet, he lost his parents to the wildlife and learned to survive in the wilderness. He grew up to be the kind of man that strangles bears with bare hands. He also is, strangely enough, a bibliophile, and very adept when it comes to technical shit, building his own weapons. He created the Artificial Immortal Core, which can be used to teleport and rebuild anything registered in it, granting his entire army immortality.
Cassida's birth was a bit...odd, to say the least. About 20 seconds after Bastian screwed a bear to death out of sheer boredom, a little girl popped out. Just like her big daddy, she's a lover of ...let me rephrase that. Like Bastian, she has an affinity for heavy weaponry, as well as the sheer muscle to carry them. On the battlefield, she always shows up holding her two favorite guns, the Reaper's Handgun and Devil's Kiss.
The fruit of labour that was a cloning experiment using a Warhead sphincter. Scientists tried to develop the Ultimate Weapon with the sphincter, creating a clone and of it and altering bits of its personality. For example, they changed Warhead's lust for moms into bloodlust.
Warheads Lust allows him to detect and count the amount of Moms within a radius of approx. 2 parsecs, and also differentiate fresh virgins from worn-out whores. Kinda powerful. This experiment resulted in what can only be described as madness incarnate. A cackling monstrosity, communicating only through laughing, preying on everything it can sense, leaving a trail of bloody vapor in it's wake. If Warhead's head burns with war, then Pseudo Warhead's head is an inferno of it, blue-hot flames trailing it's skull as it walks, his frenzied cackle never stopping, always echoing in the mind of the victims who have yet to die. Bastian simply recruited him by giving him fancy weapons, as anticlimatic as that might sound.
