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Excerpts from Skylands
BlueFox Gold Sparx Gems: 2094
#1 Posted: 22:43:38 29/11/2019 | Topic Creator
Ahh, my old stomping grounds. Just putting these someplace else, have their own little page where I can expand them further.

Stink Bomb: He secretes a venomous fluid from glands within his palm. If you’re struck by a wayward claw, you will become ill and badgered by hallucinations, your body paralyzed from head to toe. He lacks external ears, instead possessing earholes. Exhibit A: https://i.imgur.com/PVCLwiP.jpg His nostrils, too, are difficult to spot. They’re small slits, able to be sealed shut when needed be. His nasal passages are narrow, and thus he takes in a lot of air through his mouth. It’s thought that stronger emotions produce more potent and nauseating fumes. These gases are flammable and corrosive, able to fry eyes, distort ecosystems, and melt metal. Consuming toxins will do that to you. Well, not you. You’d die. Stink Bomb, however, eats poisonous insects and completely inedible mushrooms like they’re candies. Fuel in the tank.

A menagerie of microbiota lines his stomach walls and intestines. His stomach itself is cauldron-like and ferments food. Curiously, Stink Bomb lacks a gag reflex entirely, and is physically unable to regurgitate or eructate. Might as well weaponize the excess gas. Option B is dying due to bloat and a flipped stomach. It’s a reasonable response. Haphazard cadets should think about this the next time they’re decommissioned, left pouting in a tub of copious amounts of hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and liquid detergent. For a month. Green’s always in fashion, and your fragrance is sure to stun everyone. At least that’s what Stink Bomb says, always accompanied by a sheepish smile and weak laugh. Thanks to the rank layer of algae and other microorganisms growing within his fur, he’s got a strong immunity to sickness. We’ve been reassured that his increasing entourage isn’t unhygienic, since they provide a good dose of nutrients to his body and destroy nasties. Many Skylanders admit that it is actually cool to see strange plants blossoming from his fur. Just don’t get too close. The insects that make their home there are temperamental and very protective of their furry whoopie-cushion. There is a point in time when population control is necessary. An overdue shower handles that. No one knows what Stink Bomb’s natural fur color is. It’s unlikely anyone will ever see it return.

His stench isn’t offensive to everyone. Stink Bomb has been smothered and fawned over by a number of homesick Undead suitors. Skunk au naturel smells like rotting corpses. It’s a backhanded compliment, but a compliment nonetheless. As a hopeless romantic, he showers them with ballads in return. They recognize true (f)art when they see it.

Smash Hit: Warsupials can lift up to 1,000 times their own weight. Adrenaline floods through their body near-constantly, only letting up at night when they crash hard. To them, severed limbs and deep lacerations are mere flesh wounds. They eat bowls of nails for breakfast. Just kidding. But that doesn’t mean they haven’t tried before. Nail-Eater lived to a ripe old age of eighteen. She died after telling a reaper to go suck eggs. She actually said something far worse, but you get the gist—don’t screw with a Warsupial. Why get an army when you can get a couple of Warsupials? Precisely.

These bloodthirsty berserkers have humble beginnings. If you ask to see a baby picture from Smash Hit, he’ll show you photos of what looks like gross fleshy jelly beans clustered together. Of course, this is after you have to slowly explain to him that you’re not asking for a BABY picture. (“Pictures don’t age. Well, not really. I guess they fade. Do pictures age? You know, I’ve never thought about it, but I am now! Baby pictures. Wow. That means pictures breed! So d’ya think they like spawn or do they lay little eggs? Is it live birth? I was made in a pouch—are they made in a pouch?!”) Warsupials, unsurprisingly, are marsupials. The pouch is their first battlefield, nipping at each other and flailing around to fight. Warsupials can have litters of up to fourteen joeys and their gestation periods are incredibly short. They can make an army in no time.

Trap Shadow: He’s of the Grimalkin species. Like Dreadwalkers, they make their claim to fame by monster hunting. Their noses are sensitive. They can locate a needle in a haystack with a single sniff. If you’re cornered by a Grimalkin, punch them right in their snout and they’ll scram. They aren’t a social people, sent out into the wild as cubs, fending for themselves. Grimalkin aren’t parental. Fortunately, they’re born fairly precocial. Sibling bonds are strong, even though their natural aloofness presents otherwise. If one dies, it’s custom to collect their tusks. It shows respect. Grimalkin hold great pride in their large saberteeth, often carving runes and messages into them—a tooth tattoo. Trap Shadow had a hard time settling into the Skylander lifestyle. Such camaraderie was lost on him. He’s improved since then. Perhaps too much. Beneath that mysterious and intimidating facade is an enthusiastic go-getter in a snarly big cat body. He doesn’t know his own strength. An encouraging slap on the back usually ends up as a bruise and his hugs could crush your ribcage. He’s ripped. Grimalkin also don’t wear clothes, favoring only minimal apparel. He hates going to gatherings with formal wear on. By the end of the night, it’s usually shredded into little more than strips of fabric. He’s really trying his best. Wash Buckler wanted a team player and Trap Shadow thinks he’s pretty close to one.
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fox on the run
BlueFox Gold Sparx Gems: 2094
#2 Posted: 22:44:17 29/11/2019 | Topic Creator
Fire Kraken: His species' island lifestyle has left them largely unaware to what lies beyond and has thus left Fire Kraken himself somewhat naïve. Most of their interspecies interaction comes trade, and trade is few, since their homes are surrounded by a sea of bubbling lava. Their people aren't plentiful; their entire population equals that of a large Mabu town. Their mysteriousness has created many legends and myths, of god-like dragons, capable of miracles, their births practically a phenomenon worthy of sacred text. When visited, they usually do keep up with this act, muffling their laughter as best they can. Sure, their descendants were definitely like deities, but these dragons don't care much for mysticism. With the Sparkler Dragons, everyday is a party. It's advised that tourists wear earmuffs. Heck, the dragons themselves have blown their eardrums out, screamed the skin off their throats. Inside voices aren't a thing. You'd expect with all this merrymaking that there'd be a few buns in the overactive ovens. But the idea of hatchlings is usually laughed at. You can't juggle Roman candles with your feet and balance on a lion's back with only a pinky while preggers, now can you? Carrying them around sounds so heavy and boring.


The Pandergasts: One of the wealthiest families in all of Skylands. They've kept this title for decades, despite the shady and sketchy dealings that go on in the background. The Pandergasts have blood on their well-manicured hands. These crime lords are not beyond rubbing elbows with cruel marauders or treacherous pirates. Family members have their own specialties. Pandergast the Magnificent just so happens to be a gearhead.

Slobber Tooth: Whereas Wrecking Ball is a living black hole, Slobber Tooth is a living trash compactor. He has his limits and can break down now and then. But don't let that fool you. He'll still beat you in a Tank Eating Contest. Then again no one's actually challenged him to this. His infamous appetite is especially welcomed by Tech Skylanders. Spring cleaning is a breeze with Slobber Tooth around! He loves ripping up wires and guzzling petrol. How isn't this destroying his insides? His stomach lining is about as strong as Traptanium. It needs to be—there's a bad middle school science experiment going on inside there. Believe it or not, Slobber Tooth is a gourmand. He doesn't just eat anything, you scandalists. He just happens to have...an unique palate. Come on, guys, eating a dripping rotten carcass whole is just the same as eating gorgonzola cheese. Which, according to him, goes together quite well. Slobber Tooth is not a slob either. Well, not that bad of a slob. Whenever there's a shard of armor stuck in his teeth, Chopper, one of his close friends, has no problem reaching in a tiny claw. Despite his enthusiasm and naivety, he's a fairly old Skylander. Not nearly as ancient as Night Shift and not quite as old as Tree Rex.

Spyro: The rough scaly wrinkles on his face help channel blood, not unlike that of a bulldog’s. His top and bottom canines are visible, other teeth hidden. Exhibit A:https://i.pinimg.com/originals...f6b7c833118.jpg. He has a fearsome bite and even worse bark. He practices his quips quite a bit to make sure they’re delivered perfectly. Villains beware—you’ll be roasted both figuratively and literally. Spyro has a couple of scars, reminders of his impulsiveness and immaturity from his early years. He’s capable of using other elements, but prefers Fire-based attacks. So he says. Some think he just never learned to, and it’s not like he has the time to do so now. With the onset of so many apocalyptic disasters and the responsibility of guiding cadets into the future, he’s not quite as spirited as he used to be. He can be a bit snappy after particularly stressful meetings. Cynder is his rock.

Camo and Sunburn: Soulmates. Or soul-destroying mates, if you hate slipping on banana peels or crank calls. Even their wedding cake was an explosive. Despite their relentless pranks, they’re a rather cute couple. After the Academy was built, they settled down in the Ruins, where Camo tends to Eon’s Garden and Sunburn brushes up on some spell scrolls in the Citadel. They don’t care too much for the Recruit Program. It’s all about curriculums and paperwork and blah blah blah. “Spyro’s got his horns screwed on too tight,” Camo has said more than once. Sunburn’s a little more understanding, but thinks there should be more focus on real combat. Clearly he’s never seen what Terrafin and Drobot put cadets through.
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fox on the run
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BlueFox Gold Sparx Gems: 2094
#3 Posted: 23:52:24 29/11/2019 | Topic Creator
Portal Sickness: Ate a big breakfast at the mess hall before taking on Kaos and his goons? Rookie mistake. Blipping, as it's been affectionately called starting with earliest days of the SWAP Force, refers to teleportation, as well as the brief moment of dissociation that occurs during it. One place to another in a matter of seconds. Shortcuts have side effects, however. While older veterans can grin and bear it, freshmen are not so lucky. Even after numerous test drives, some still find themselves tripping over their feet. When supervising portal training expect to see students blackout or give Eruptor a run for his money. It's like high or zero G-training, just a lot more magical. Luckily, these are only reactions for organic Skylanders. You can wipe away that nonexistent sweat now, robots.

Fire Vipers: An invasive species that make their hunting grounds in the Cloudbreak Islands. If you thought Slobber Tooth and Wrecking Ball were bad, think again. While they don't eat nearly as often, when they do your village is just a mere appetizer and your whole island a smorgasbord. While they're not necessarily social, Vipers will congregate when an all-you-can-eat buffet can be had, usually sniffed out by a larger more dominant individual. They'll eat anything, and have been known to cannibalize each other. After gorging themselves, they fall into a deep sleep, a food coma if you will. Just when monster hunters think they've got the upper hand, another batch of eggs is found...and another and another. Destroying them is a difficult task, Vipers are extremophiles and make nests in dangerous places. Eggs also tend to explode...and set off the entire clutch. You mustn't get close, unless you want your burnt cadaver to be a chew toy for hatchlings. That is, if you leave any remains. It's been debated if whether or not they're sapient, due to some partaking in suspiciously evil actions. The most efficient ways to slay them? While they're sleeping off a meal or mingling in snake pits. There's one other way: from the inside out. Send in the skunk! No? Well, um, how about a Grumblebum? Alright, alright, fine. Geez, someone's not a fan of the classics. Just go in with some rotten eggs or garlic or something. Vipers have sensitive stomachs.

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Scratch: Feathercats share the higher regions of the skies with the Sky Barons and Storm Giants. They're naturally inquisitive creatures, cheeky and clever. They're known for their amazing craftmanship, known to decorate with the most precious jewels in all of Skylands. Such treasures are the norm, as Cats Eye Mountain is home to many caves and thus many crystals. Even their armor is bedazzled, able to stun enemies with their pure beauty. Groups of winged cats are called colonies. Scratch trained to be a warrior of the Mother Colony, but realized she couldn't stay in one place for long, favoring instead a life of exploration and adventure. A bit of a daredevil, she fits right in with the likes of Free Ranger, Boom Jet, and Stormblade. She's very knowledgeable of the prehistory of Skylands, and frequents archeological digs with Cali. Hot Dog and Funny Bone help too, since digging is their specialty.
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fox on the run
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BlueFox Gold Sparx Gems: 2094
#4 Posted: 04:54:32 01/12/2019 | Topic Creator
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i took way too long drawing this random cat lady. eeee all my stuff looks better far, far away.

Tuff Luck: The Fortuana Springs have been guarded by generations of catwomen since the beginning of time. They're devoutly bound to the everflowing streams of good luck. Four leaf clovers, which grow across their land as far as the eye can see, are symbols of their people. Only they can drink from the magical streams, and even then it is only drank during one's rite of passage, the life force imbued into their very being until death. It's said that a Fortuanan's presence gifts longevity and treasure. Besting one is tricky business, if able to be done at all. Few Skylanders can say they've cheated the system and disarmed Tuff Luck. You'd have better luck hogtying a Chompy Worm.
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fox on the run
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