Post by March of the Grim Harvest on Jun 10, 2005 4:50:17 GMT -6
Height: 7'0
Weight: 347 lbs.
Age: Looks 30 ish
Hometown: Blythe, AZ
Fighting Style: Brawler/Hardcore/Powerhouse
Hand to hand fighting: He brawls, big time. More punching than kicking. He's big, angry, evil, hits like a ton of bricks, but isnt exactly accurate with his shots.
Wrestling moves: Big impact hits, power moves, some roughtneck type stuff. Most moves focus either on the head or the back.
General persona in the ring: He fights mean, hard, and dirty, with little regard for the rules. If the ref gets in the way,Necron will give him a glare and usually thats enough to get him out of the way.
Common moves:
Short arm clothesline.
Pendelum backbreaker.
Powerslam.
Bearhug.
Piledriver.
Chokeslam.
Finisher: "The Reaper", a clothesline from Hell that connects right into a one handed chokeslam.
Entrance: The lights in flicker, dim, die. Endless darkness envelops the arena. A single bell toll echoes across the black twilight, a memorial for all the lives lost in the chaos and horror that has shook the world during its' darkest hours. The video screen flickers, flashes with vivd images of the destruction as a counter fades in on the middle of the screen, the numbers quickly flying up as the ranks and files of the dead continue to swell, even to this day. 'And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts sang, come and see. And I saw. And behold: a white horse.' The haunting opening lines of Johnny Cash's "The Man Comes Around" echoes across the arena, as the video monitor flashes now with horrid, terrible images of Necron killing, destroying, maiming people. Cross faded over these horrible images are random images of this monster's numerous battles in ring. A single white spotlight shines down on the rampway as the sadistic tyrant in black steps out from the back, smoking a cigarette. He stares at the crowd malignantly, silently, hating every single man woman and child in attendance. He slowly strides to the ring, cold milky white eyes locked square onto his opponents, staring right through them, as if they didnt even exist. He climbs into the ring, tossing his cigarette to the mat and stamping it out with his black boot, staring a cold unearthly stare at his adversaries, and then a cruel smirk stretches across his hideous face, as he points to them, and then down to the cigarette as the final haunting lyrics of "The Man Comes Around" echoe across the arena. 'And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, and I looked and behold, a Pale Horse. And his name that sat on him was Death. And Hell followed with him.'
Strengths:
Completely fucking insane -- Necron is completely devoted to his worldview and personal beliefs on a nigh religious scale. You simply cannot convince him that he's wrong about anything.
Grim determination -- Necron runs on hate. He doesn't even know you, and odds are he already probably plans on about gouging your eyes out for shits and giggles. Anything you say or do will only encourage him that much further.
Terrifying rage -- Necron is a rage-a-holic. He thrives on it. As such, it naturally grants him tremendous strength ontop of his already massive size.
Weaknesses:
Completely fucking insane -- Necron is without a doubt sadistic, left handed, and cruel. He's driven only by his own sick goals, and looks out for only #1. That rather makes him hard to sympathize with, and reduces the already nil chance of anyone working with him for any length of time.
Grim Determination -- Necron runs on hate. Necron thrives on suffering and despair. As such, he has a hard time understanding or forseeing any failures. He has trouble understanding when the monkey he's trying to grind into the pavement doesn't just lay down and die as he feels they should. Necron's arrogancy and inability to relate to the very people he hates leaves him an easy target to blindside and get the jump on.
Terrifying rage -- It doesnt take much to piss Necron off. He's incredibly quick to anger. The smallest act of defiance can set him off. Enraged, he certainly gets ridiculously strong, but loses focus and accuracy. A smart opponent will set off his fuse and dart in and out of his wild swings, stinging and moving before Necron can correct his mistakes, and further enraging the evil giant.
Weight: 347 lbs.
Age: Looks 30 ish
Hometown: Blythe, AZ
Fighting Style: Brawler/Hardcore/Powerhouse
Hand to hand fighting: He brawls, big time. More punching than kicking. He's big, angry, evil, hits like a ton of bricks, but isnt exactly accurate with his shots.
Wrestling moves: Big impact hits, power moves, some roughtneck type stuff. Most moves focus either on the head or the back.
General persona in the ring: He fights mean, hard, and dirty, with little regard for the rules. If the ref gets in the way,Necron will give him a glare and usually thats enough to get him out of the way.
Common moves:
Short arm clothesline.
Pendelum backbreaker.
Powerslam.
Bearhug.
Piledriver.
Chokeslam.
Finisher: "The Reaper", a clothesline from Hell that connects right into a one handed chokeslam.
Entrance: The lights in flicker, dim, die. Endless darkness envelops the arena. A single bell toll echoes across the black twilight, a memorial for all the lives lost in the chaos and horror that has shook the world during its' darkest hours. The video screen flickers, flashes with vivd images of the destruction as a counter fades in on the middle of the screen, the numbers quickly flying up as the ranks and files of the dead continue to swell, even to this day. 'And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts sang, come and see. And I saw. And behold: a white horse.' The haunting opening lines of Johnny Cash's "The Man Comes Around" echoes across the arena, as the video monitor flashes now with horrid, terrible images of Necron killing, destroying, maiming people. Cross faded over these horrible images are random images of this monster's numerous battles in ring. A single white spotlight shines down on the rampway as the sadistic tyrant in black steps out from the back, smoking a cigarette. He stares at the crowd malignantly, silently, hating every single man woman and child in attendance. He slowly strides to the ring, cold milky white eyes locked square onto his opponents, staring right through them, as if they didnt even exist. He climbs into the ring, tossing his cigarette to the mat and stamping it out with his black boot, staring a cold unearthly stare at his adversaries, and then a cruel smirk stretches across his hideous face, as he points to them, and then down to the cigarette as the final haunting lyrics of "The Man Comes Around" echoe across the arena. 'And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts, and I looked and behold, a Pale Horse. And his name that sat on him was Death. And Hell followed with him.'
Strengths:
Completely fucking insane -- Necron is completely devoted to his worldview and personal beliefs on a nigh religious scale. You simply cannot convince him that he's wrong about anything.
Grim determination -- Necron runs on hate. He doesn't even know you, and odds are he already probably plans on about gouging your eyes out for shits and giggles. Anything you say or do will only encourage him that much further.
Terrifying rage -- Necron is a rage-a-holic. He thrives on it. As such, it naturally grants him tremendous strength ontop of his already massive size.
Weaknesses:
Completely fucking insane -- Necron is without a doubt sadistic, left handed, and cruel. He's driven only by his own sick goals, and looks out for only #1. That rather makes him hard to sympathize with, and reduces the already nil chance of anyone working with him for any length of time.
Grim Determination -- Necron runs on hate. Necron thrives on suffering and despair. As such, he has a hard time understanding or forseeing any failures. He has trouble understanding when the monkey he's trying to grind into the pavement doesn't just lay down and die as he feels they should. Necron's arrogancy and inability to relate to the very people he hates leaves him an easy target to blindside and get the jump on.
Terrifying rage -- It doesnt take much to piss Necron off. He's incredibly quick to anger. The smallest act of defiance can set him off. Enraged, he certainly gets ridiculously strong, but loses focus and accuracy. A smart opponent will set off his fuse and dart in and out of his wild swings, stinging and moving before Necron can correct his mistakes, and further enraging the evil giant.
