[Other] Luchador Lords of Kansas, 2072

[bananabadger]

10 Days 'Til Deadline Bump!

[lostcheerio]

I'm excited to play a bad guy in this campaign! Ready to rumble!

[bananabadger]

We're going into the final days of the application process. I realize homebrew "other games" are always a bit of a hard sell, but consider applying if you want to save the world from the likes of Payosa Pete!

SCOUTING REPORT Name: Payosa Pete Titles: Smoky Hills Champion, 2065-2070 Attack Stats: 2d7, 1d10 (80% certainty) Block Stats: 2d6, 1d7 (30% certainty) Trick Moves: 1) Rubber chicken bash (appears to stun opponents for one round—witnessed in action) 2) Flower squirt (opponents have reported acidic liquid spraying at them from flower on Pete's chest—never witnessed ringside, Pete doesn't wear a flower) Our scouting reports indicate that Payosa Pete is past his prime. Though his attacks remain formidable, his defensive stances have slipped over the past years and this inability to block blows was the very reason he has failed to take a regional title for the past two years. Unfortunately for his opponents though, Payosa Pete has an enormous fan base, particularly among younger spectators who usually attend his pre-match singalongs and lampoons where Pete provides them detailed instructions on how he needs them to shout at his opponents, harass the opposition's coaching staff and throw objects into the ring at crucial moments. Good wrestlers who fight Payosa Pete on neutral territory or in training gyms usually win. But even great wrestlers lose to Pete when Pete's Pals show up in full force to the match.

[JustSomeGuy]

Timing! I AM My Brother's Keeper! Little blobs of smoke scud across the horizon, lit up by a sunset that seems to light the sky on fire. It's all the dust in the air around here, now that the land is dead... gives the light somethin' to sit on. Far away, the bullet factories keep giving people something to do. Here, right now, a show is about to happen. There is tension in the air, a kind of almost desperate anticipation. The up-and-coming human tornado waits beside the ring, but his partner is nowhere to be seen. Will 'The Twister' be going it alone? Will Mama Swap's baby boy be standing off by himself‽ ¡¡BLAMMA KA POW!! With a flash of light and burst of sound, pyrotechnics hidden earlier around the ring spring into action. The hissing of smoke rises above the sound of the gasping crowd. Sprinting through artificial fog illuminated by the fireworks is a massive man wearing tight slacks, a pocket t-shirt, and a hat. All of it is white. The only color on him is the periwinkle blue wrestler's mask concealing his face. If ever there were a living square, it is Cain Swap. The little cow's face lovingly embroidered on his hat and chest pocket by the devoted Mama Swap smiles down on any foe to face the eldest of the Swap Boys. Stopping to stand next to the Twister, Cain's equally massive triangle of a brother, the Milk Man smiles widely and motions for to crowd to Make Some Noise! Player Name: JustSomeGuy Character Name: The Milk Man (Cain Swap) Name of Teammate: The Twister (Henry Swap aka Yoshimi) Previous life: Mama Swap always tried to keep the neighborhood kids well-fed and healthy. The Swap boys were both. Whoever their Pa was, he must've been a giant because Cain and Henry were a clear foot taller than any of the other kids. Always a bulky fellow, he knew his appetite hurt the family's pantry so Cain took it on himself to leave home early. He got himself a job working at the nearest dairy. He'd spend his nights sleeping in the fields among the cattle and the farm dogs. Waking up before dawn, he'd lead the cows to the milkers and wrangle the bulls to their eatin' pens. Then, he'd bring jars of milk in little crates to town and pass it out to the families that paid a stipend to the Dairy. It was honest work right up until his boss was made to be missing and those boys tried to kill him. Fighting style: Even before the incident, Cain Swap was a tough slab of beef. While he may lack offensive ability, he more than makes up for it with resilience. He's frustratingly difficult to move in the ring. After Sturm Jansen's boys broke his bones and threw him in the milk vats to drown, his ability to feel has been all but destroyed. It can be inconvenient. He often doesn't know if he's holding something too hot, or if he's cut himself on an errant piece of barbwire. There are upsides, though. He might not even notice a chair breaking over him or a blow from a lead pipe. The metal parts that the doctors used to put his bones back together make his muscles cramp in bad weather and add even more to his weight. He's up to a quarter of a ton, now. It's gonna take something special to break those bones the next time around. Costume: Momma Swap sewed Cain a costume that was made to look like the Milk Men from the pictures books in her Old Days chest. She stitched a sweet smiling cow's face on his hat and shirt and made sure that the material would stretch and conform to his body to be harder to grab. His mask was made from an old curtain so that he'd be able to take a piece of home with him everywhere. One day, he'd like to reinforce his shiny black boots with some heavy steel soles for better stompin'. Money: The Milk Man had a good life at the Masterson farm. He didn't need much. He had all the milk he could drink, meat every day, and Old Miss Masterson even let him pet the dogs! He liked sleeping under the stars curled up with the big mastiffs. It felt natural. After li'l Henry went and did what he did, that dastardly Sturm Jansen went revenging where he could. He never did get to Mama Swap, but he sure did take out his anger on Cain. Those boys came through and ruined everything. If it weren't for little Timmy Masterson, Cain would likely still be floating in that milk vat. When the doctors were done puttin' the behemoth back together, he came back to fetch Timmy and take him to Mama's house. Mama Swap would make sure the boy was treated right, and Cain made sure to scavenge anything worth saving from the wrecked homestead. That which wouldn't make a proper inheritance was sold at 'The Swap Meat' to make sure that the newly extended Swap family would keep afloat. Nemesis: Sturm Jansen was a real piece of work, but his buckaroo Clay Steel was the real brute. Clay, a savage bronc peeler, broke in new colts and 'reminded' the other livestock to behave with a cruel hand. He enjoyed it, too. That buckaroo was the head 'boy' Sturm sent when he needed to send a message with plausible deniability. Late one night, not too long ago, Clay and Jansen's other bully boys came around the old Masterson Dairy on a tear. Apparently, the youngest Swap boy had offended their boss and tried to rustle the livestock from the Jansen Ranch. Cain Swap didn't know how many farmhands it would take to overpower him, but he found out how many they were going to use. As the team worked together to drag his massive frame to the milk tanks, Clay and the boys laughed about the dark work they had done that night. That dark-eyed and sunburnt bronc peeler thought his job was done, and he was proper upset when he heard that Cain survived. Clay swore that he would find Cain one day and finish what he started. One of them won't be getting up the next time they cross paths, that's for sure. Link or description of being a true team hero: I also did a lot of teamwork in Outplay

[bananabadger]

Welcome, Cain Swap!
I have your application marked as "Complete" and have indicated that you and your brother, Henry, are applying as a team.
Good luck and thanks for taking the time to put together an application!

[LadyNotAGirl]

I’m going to be the cutest villain yet

[bananabadger]

Originally Posted by LadyNotAGirl

I’m going to be the cutest villain yet

*Quickly modifies character/NPC stat sheets to include "Cuteness" as core ability score.

[bananabadger]

I am closing off applications tonight at midnight EST. Thanks to all who applied, queried and/or sent kind words this way.
Game on!

[bananabadger]

Applications are now closed until the 2073 tournament!
BRING IN THE LUCHADORS!