Mrs. Agatha Smith

Description:
A 78 year old grandmotherly lady that is always accompanied by her cat, Fluffy.

Hobbies:
quilting, knitting, crocheting, canning, baking

Special Powers:
Calling everyone Dear
Disarming all would be attackers just by talking to them
Long conversations about her cat and hobbies and anything
Tea Parties

"Why don't you have a biscuit, Dear, and we can talk about why you felt the need to beat that other fellow into the ground."

Weaknesses:
This really is just a completely non-violent old lady and her cat. She just wants to talk to you, Dear, about your feelings and have a very lovely conversation over tea and biscuits. So why don't you sit down and join her to discuss things as she's very eager to listen to you and talk.

Battle Theme: Prime # 4507 from Echochrome II - listen here
In the spirit of a character that just talks and waste time, I present to you this delightfully pleasant track that is also the longest known track of video game music that is 1 hour, 15 minutes, and 7 seconds long. Please enjoy.


Character is inspired by Daisy

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Updates
October 5 - added battle theme

Awesome Doc. Another round, another big top of fun:)

Mountain Stream

High in the misty peaks of the Šumava Mountains, a stream was born from the tears of ancient glaciers. For centuries flowed peacefully through mossy ravines, whispering lullabies to pine trees and tickling trout with his icy fingers. But the world changed. Plastic bottles invaded his waters. Loud hikers stomped through his serenity. One day, a reckless influencer tried to bathe in him for clout—and that was the final straw.

Stream rose from his bed of stones and vowed to fight back. Not with rage, but with splashy justice. Now he roams the world as a slippery puddle, defending nature with mud splashes, hydro-power, and the occasional fish slap.

Strengths
Splash Strike – Unleashes a high-pressure jet of icy water that not only stuns enemies but gives them the worst accidental shower of their lives. Side effects include temporary hypothermia and a wet owl like hairstyle.

Trout Swarm – Summons a furious school of trout that slap foes silly with their slimy justice. It's confusing, chaotic, and smells vaguely of regret and freshwater sushi.

Bubble Foam – Summons a majestic foam made entirely of sparkling mountain bubbles. It confuses enemies with its hypnotic shimmer and fresh mountain scent.

Slippery Escape – Slides away from danger with the grace of a bar of soap in a hot shower, leaving enemies flailing like toddlers on an ice rink. It's not just an escape—it's a slapstick spectacle of slipping, sliding, and shattered dignity.

Weaknesses
Dry Environments – In dry places like desert, sauna or owen, his energy drops significantly and his abilities become unreliable. Without moisture, he struggles to maintain control and loses effectiveness quickly.

Pollution Vulnerability – Toxic attacks like frying oil, fertilizer, or slurry make him sluggish, murky, and smells like an uncleaned cesspool. Basically, he turns into a walking caution sign for environmental disasters.

Urban Terrain – City environments slow him down and make recovery harder, especially on lifeless concrete and asphalt. He’s constantly tripping over curbs and has an unfortunate tendency to fall into opened sewer manholes—he’s starting to suspect they’re doing it on purpose.

Nature Lover - He sometimes pauses mid-battle to admire a wildflower growing from a rock or to whisper an apology to a moss-covered boulder. It’s hard to stay aggressive when your heart belongs to alpine meadows and babbling brooks.

Hell yeah, let's do this! Thanks for taking your time to organize this and share a galore of prizes again, Doc! \o/

My representative this time will be John SeenYa. He’s a former UnProfessional Conduct Underpants Combatant Lower League (a.k.a. UCUCLL) champion (twice!) turned brutal businessman. A muscled human in a navy-blue custom-tailored business suit and orange tie sporting an army-like haircut.

Power: Offering uneven trade deals and then making them happen by striking with 'Seen Stare of Doom'TM. Seen Stare of Doom is when he offers you a deal via any instant messaging app, a deal that so much in his favor it makes a random bug on the nearby continent uncomfortable and then when you reply with 'dude, WTF, that's not a fair deal' he gives you 'seen' status until you can't hold it anymore and you accept your doom.

Weakness: German ladies with the soothing voice of an angel. When they sing to him, they make him cry uncontrollably.

John SeenYa enters the Fight Club gathering with these words: I conquered UCUCLL (twice!), I conquered the business world, now I'm gonna conquer...Fight Club!

I’m Bratos. I’m an Olympian. I live sitting on my throne atop Mount Olympus. No, not that puny hill my neighbors call “Mountain”, and an ancient nation of them envisioned some fake “gods” ruling the world from it (what a joke!), no! My throne is atop the REAL Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in the Solar System! So, I’m a REAL Olympian! THE Olympian! Not to mention that my mountain is also a volcano!

With my ultra vision I can see my neighbors from here, living their uninteresting lives, unaware of ME! Or do they know of me? I saw they created a videogame character over me, also having something to do with that “Mountain” of theirs, which they named after MY MOUNTAIN. Of course, they had a letter wrong on my name. Typical for humans! Always making mistakes, nothing new here! But they surely know of me. Otherwise why have they sent these small vehicles, going up and down on MY LAND? I can see them from up here. One of them broke down by itself (of course, typical humans!), but the others are still going! I know they're looking for me! They want to enslave me (or even kill me) and claim MY LAND as theirs! I have to do something!

Sadly, I’m….. currently unable to do anything, because I’m….. still a microbe. Sitting on my majestic throne, which is really a…. rock. I’ve been like this for all the 700.000 years of my life living here, BUT the time shall come when I’ll evolve into.... something… bigger and more fearsome! At some point. Eventually. Hopefully. :(

No, I mustn’t lose hope! I just need to hang on for some hundreds of thousands of years more, and the changes on me will happen! Then I’ll go down there, I'll capture their machines (these "rovers"), break them down into their components, and from the remains of those human machines (which will continue breaking down by themselves anyway in the millenniums to come, for sure, forcing the humans to send even more of them here!) I’ll create a machine of my own and, also using my volcano, go take over THEIR land! Let’s see how they’ll like that! (I mean, unless they kill themselves first, as I can see being possible from up here, and save me the trouble!)

Admittedly, it will be difficult to do all this on my own (capture, break down, craft, travel, take over). Sometimes I think of creating more of me. I have the mitosis ability, and I can create billions of me in just a few years, but I don’t want to! Just imagine the first of them, when there’ll be two of us. Even though I would have lived for so many years, he may start rambling about “We are equals”, “I am the first after you”, “I want to go to the Tharsis Montes volcanoes, just for sightseeing!”. The, future, traitor!! So, he would try to have three volcanoes, instead of one, and turn against ME! I know where this will go! We will both create more of... us, build our armies, and things will surely escalate into a civil war in an instant! No no no, better off alone and manage things myself.

Alien Microbe Bratos THE Olympian, spying on you from Olympus Mons on Mars

Oh oh, another time to Fight and prove your worth.

Master's Rolly (a jelly) and his father Rock (a rock), founded successfully a dojo to teach the art of War.

This time my dojo is proud to send a brave fighter:

Cletus "the Farmer"

Pros
He drives a modified tractor, faster than a demon; be careful not to end up under its big wheels. His main power is the weapon he carries: a long sickle, always sharp. He grows with the water and sun of the Earth. He keeps a bag of seeds that he can throw and blind you.

Cons
Crows and yuppies are his enemies.

Harvest time, said Cletus.

And introducing... from parts unknown... Whiskerina, the sassy feline! She sports a mischievous grin, a tuft of rainbow-colored fur on her head, and a tail that whips around like a whip whenever she's excited. Whiskerina has the uncanny ability to leap incredible heights and land gracefully, thanks to her super-flexible spine. Her keen sense of smell helps her sneak into the tiniest spots and sniff out trouble (or delicious snacks) before anyone notices. She uses "Claw-jitsu," a fighting style that combines acrobatics with lightning-fast paw strikes, while her hypnotic purring can lull any opponent into a nap. Despite her agility and quick reflexes, her overenthusiastic curiosity can turn her into a comical, albeit harmless, disaster zone. Whiskerina cannot resist investigating glittering earrings or stray laser pointers, temporarily disrupting her powers and leaving her dazed and useless. Her insatiable love for catnip will also turn her into a giggling, euphoric mess. And, of course, her greatest fear of them all: whenever she spots a cucumber, she immediately scurries away, tail puffed up and whiskers twitching in disdain, convinced that those slimy green monsters are out to get her with their silent, sneaky tricks.

Your generosity and creativity don't know borders Doc, thank you very much. I'm in.
His name is Natande, he's a voodoo shaman from small village in Zimbabwe. He loves smoking and does everything with it: casting any spirit he needs at the moment (water, fire, wind etc.), blowing his own balloon to travel, creating a giant plume of smoke to make anyone suffocate or disorientate or to hide from stronger enemies. Of course, it couldn't but reflect his own physical conditions and vision: he's very skinny to give a decent strike back, can't run fast and often mixes up substances to smoke.

Shiny little trinket

A small silver ring, engraved with a text in an old forgotten language.

Some people say, it was forged by a legendary smith, imprisoned by a wicked earl of one northern island. Others believe, it belongs to a certain treasure, lost in the waters of the mighty river... I don't really know, just happened to find it in someone's pocket, taffering through the crowd.

How does it fight?

The trinket has powerful mind-control capabilities. It can instill strong desire to put it on your finger.

A person, who is wearing the ring, will fight on its behalf. Anyone from the audience, security staff, or even another professional fighter might become its thrall.

If the opponent grabs ring in a hand, the trinket can either use pyrokinesis for self-defense or inflict electrical damage on the attacker.

Special ability:

Lighting technician, charmed by the trinket's magic, will turn strobe lamps on, effectively stunning everyone on the arena by unbearable light-flickering. The ring's current thrall is not affected.

Vulnerabilities:

Fire, acid and strong physical pressure might damage or even destroy the ring.

Knowledgeable person, who can understand the engraving, has a high chance to resist mind-control attacks.

Fight stages:

The opponent needs to defeat the thrall first, then take care of the trinket.

Fatal weakness:

Wise old man, wearing grey robe and pointed hat, from time to time attends fights in the club. He might be as old, as the world itself, and knows many things.

He is able to recognise the trinket and the dangers, it poses. In that case he will demand the show to stop, then take the ring and leave... Nobody would dare to question well-respected wizard.

A French fight club? How exquisite! :P

Thanks for another great giveaway, Doc! You haven't yet finished one (and I haven't yet conquered Sacramentum, btw) and start another one, the best and most amusing giveaway of the whole forum.

Olegario Segundo de Ecatepec enters the brawl.

Olegario Segundo looks like an average, somewhat talented, Mexican wrestler. But, in the most intense fights, he'll rip off his entire outfit, revealing a hairy and oily body, as well as his true identity: Oleg the Naked Wrestler, back in action and ready to make his opponents suffer with the most uncomfortable grapples ever. Mwahahaha!

I am Stormaggedon, leader of Claws of Furry, a secret hitkittens secret society.

My character is The Ill Tadpole, an omniscient tadpole that suffers from eternal bad health, yet whose bodily excretions are the source for the legendary waters of life.

To all appearances, the ill tadpole looks exactly like any other finger-sized tadpole, except that it has a bright crimson-red body, eyes that are bewitchingly large and glowing, a skin glistening with a metallic shine, a pungent smell reminiscent of ammonia, a mouth full of sharp prickly teeth, a wheezing breath rising from deeply-constricted bronchioles, ears not unlike an elf's only smaller, flaring nostrils, a poison-tipped tail, occasional foul-smelling burps, and an unnerving tendency to address anyone it talks to as its child, its bosom-child, its blood-child.

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P.S. Thank you again, Doc, for another round of fight club!
P.P.S. The "Ill" in my character's name is the word "ill", not the Roman numeral "iii".

Doc0075, your generosity is greatly appreciated. Although out of an immense feeling of guilt, I have mostly abstained from entering any giveaways which you may be associated with (as I have already received four highly treasured and entertaining games from you), just as with Doc's Intergalactic Clown School, this type of event is difficult to resist. Thank you very much for this opportunity.

Assigned Designation
Elysia Marginata

Life Form Classification
Anthropomorphized Sea Slug

History
While gazing upward, through fathoms of sea, towards the warm glow of the Sun, Elysia had once caught a brief glimpse of the silhouette of an endearingly kind bipedal being with a radiating personality. Wishing to also be human, it had deliberately fallen into a year-long slumber, dreaming of undergoing a dramatic metamorphosis. Upon awakening, while lying out-of-water, on the shores of the Kamchatka Peninsula (reasonably far from 'home'), it had realized that the dream had nearly become a reality (in that, Elysia had been bestowed with the gift of a humanoid body, but, its head had remained that of a sea slug). While learning to (properly) walk, struggling to adapt to this new way of life, and, somehow prevailing in a number of unprovoked life-or-death altercations, the torso, limbs, as well as extremities of Elysia had developed remarkably in terms of dexterity and strength.

Singular Trait
As necessary, due to parasitic infestation, disease, and/or significant bodily injury, possesses the unparalleled ability to detach its own head from its body. With the passage of time, the head of Elysia gradually regenerates an entirely new body (including heart, all other organs, as well as appendages). It has undergone this process on four separate occasions; with each instance resulting in full recovery. Due to the increased metabolic rate of the sea slug-human amalgamation, the speed at which this innate operation takes place has been greatly accelerated. During physical engagements, opponents are prone to becoming so occupied with battering the jettisoned body (which continues to function independently for a period of time, prior to ultimately dying) that Elysia is afforded the opportunity to reconstitute.

Primary Vulnerability
While Elysia is quite physically resilient, its comparatively fragile head can not be regrown. If said section sustains a severe level of damage, this may prove to be life-threatening. It has been stated that this glaring limitation may only be exploitable by the most perceptive and least distractible contenders.

In a freak intergalactic accident, while Abdullah Oblongata, a.k.a. Agent 3.14, was travelling home from work, the quantum stabilizer of his vehicle shorted and transported him back to Earth, where he crash landed in Canada. Namely in Red Deer, Alberta, home of Gerald the wannabe fishmonger. Not only did Abdullah Oblongata crash land there, but he also, um... fused with Gerald, thus the "freak" part in "freak intergalactic accident". No one knows how this works, but now Abdullah and Gerald have become one, and are known as OblonGerald. Think of this like Venom and a human host, or whatever. I don't know.

As a new person, OblonGerald is not allergic to fish anymore, but to pies instead. Oh, and he can spit caviar at you when you anger him, and also sing in some Andromedan dialect that can melt your eyebrows.

Also, for some strange reason, OblonGerald's nemesis is John SeenYa. (you're going down, bruh!)














P.S. I don't remember what the 1892 reference was for in regards to Abdullah Oblongata in the Intergallactic Clown School thread. :(