Post by lostfrequencies on Mar 20, 2010 21:33:37 GMT -5
Heya, everyone! Been itching to play a villain so here's my take on the...Shuredda. This was based on the 2k3 cartoon series, but the way I see it, other than being an utrom, his character is pretty much similar to how he's been portrayed in the comics and movies. No matter how many times he's been killed, there will always be an opportunity for him to return and torment his enemies. Uhh, sorry Turtles. 
Here's a write-up of a scene between the Shredder and a Purple Dragon. I hope it's OK! I apologise if it's a little too lengthy. XD
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Failure.
The act of failing was a gross sin; a word that would leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
Shredder was looking gravely disappointed while waiting in his office for the acting leader to show up. He had been informed by one of his soldiers of John's inadequate display of leadership at the warehouse. However, that night seemed too important for him to lose his patience over something trivial, compared to what he had planned for.
Since Hun returned with one of Stockman's mousers, along with the progress report he requested that morning, Shredder had thought of John immediately—how he would be a perfect sacrifice for the ritual that was about to take place.
Among the jumbled heap of glittering diamonds, gold jewellery, and colourful stones hidden within the mouser's metallic belly, was the Ring of Yin. Baxter Stockman had provided detailed reports on how he was able to retrieve it with the help of "advanced technology and electromagnetic radiation", and of course, the expected price for his "ingenious" work on locating the elusive ring.
The crime lord's fingers were firmly wrapped around an asian teacup, despite the heat seeping through the porcelain from the steaming hot tea. He looked up from his desk the moment he heard someone at the door, slit eyes watched menacingly as John limped into his office, partially drenched by the downpour. The gang leader seemed frazzled and nervous. His greenish blue mullet hairstyle didn't look too flattering and the side of his face was covered in dirt and blood. Since the armoured truck was stolen, John was forced to hijack a car to meet his boss.
"I know I've let you down," he began, sounding pathetic in his apology as he knelt to his knees before his Master. "But I can make it up to you."
Shredder's voice was like a sharp whisper piercing through his heart, "Hun has spoken so highly of you, but clearly, you've failed to live up to expectations."
A cold hard lump formed in his throat as he felt the pressure boring into his very soul. His confidence was faltering, but John was quick to compose himself once again before attempting to explain: "Tonight was bad enough that I had to put up with a couple of rookies who were new to the job!" he added, "My own men stood me up! And we got robbed by a rival gang! I couldn't tell who they were but one of 'em was dressed like...I dunno, a karate frog ninja or somethin'--"
"Enough!" Shredder rose from his seat, revealing the knife gauntlet worn around his left arm. "To have failed such a simple mission, shows how incredibly incompetent you are. What makes you think you would be capable of correcting such an unforgivable mistake?!"
"This time, I'll do it alone!" He braved himself to look at his Master with his hands held together, begging for mercy. "I can redeem myself. I give you my word!"
A hint of a wicked smile formed across the crime lord's face upon hearing those very words. Redemption. As if John knew what was coming.
"I cannot help but admit the importance of your sole presence tonight." Shredder held up the Ring of Yin in his hand as he moved closer. "This ring resembles great power; it has existed for centuries, worn by many rulers of the world. Nevertheless, tradition calls for someone capable, and trustworthy to assist with wearing the ring for his Master. You possess none of those qualities, John. Yet I will be willing to accept your apology."
Shredder extended a hand, gesturing for the kneeling thug to take the ring.
"My mercy is not so easily won but I know how much Hun needs you in his operation."
John creased his face as he came close to bursting into tears in heartfelt relief. He dropped his head in respect and quivered, "I am in your debt, Master Shredder," before slipping the Ring of Yin around his Master's right ring finger.
It was a ploy; a set-up. Shredder was going to kill John anyway. With John dead, no one else could take the ring off his finger. Not even the wielder of the ring himself. That was the plan. In truth, "tradition" didn't call for someone trustworthy, but a disposable servant to act as a crumbling bridge to universal power and immortality. Like the Heart of Tengu, the Ring of Yin was yet another way of amplifying his power—and to the Shredder, there was no such thing as having too much.
The Ring of Yin held a distinct presence: the stone was made of genuine red jade and its band was made of gold, engraved with detailed oriental designs. Shredder raised his hand against the light to admire the beauty of the jade stone but his smile had quickly turned into a frown after suspecting the lack of effect from the ring's power on him. Then something dreadful happened. The ring slipped with ease as he pulled it off his finger.
The Ring of Yin, as he feared, was blatantly fake.
John watched with trepidation. "Do you want me to leave, s-sir?"
Shredder clenched his fists in silent anger as he slowly turned to look at John before driving the sharp gauntlet through the side of the gangster's chest, following him to his knees. John flailed his arms around helplessly, bloodshot eyes bulging with shock.
"You fool!" Shredder seethed at the thug before throwing him out against the corridor wall.
The crime lord stormed out of his office and fleeted down the hallway, on his way to meet with the Foot Mystics in the tower.
"Finish him," he commanded Hun, "and bring Stockman to my office at once!"
With Shredder gone, Hun turned his attention to his wounded partner on the floor. He drew a ninjato from its sheath, twirling it skillfully in his hand before raising the weapon at the hapless gangster.
"Hunter..." John sobbed, calling out weakly to his comrade. His tear-stained face was still pleading for mercy. "Please...help me."
Hun held a grim expression on his face, showing no remorse as he thrust the sharp weapon through his comrade's heart.
It was only a matter of time when John started choking on his own blood and finally surrendered to death.
Here's a write-up of a scene between the Shredder and a Purple Dragon. I hope it's OK! I apologise if it's a little too lengthy. XD
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Failure.
The act of failing was a gross sin; a word that would leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
Shredder was looking gravely disappointed while waiting in his office for the acting leader to show up. He had been informed by one of his soldiers of John's inadequate display of leadership at the warehouse. However, that night seemed too important for him to lose his patience over something trivial, compared to what he had planned for.
Since Hun returned with one of Stockman's mousers, along with the progress report he requested that morning, Shredder had thought of John immediately—how he would be a perfect sacrifice for the ritual that was about to take place.
Among the jumbled heap of glittering diamonds, gold jewellery, and colourful stones hidden within the mouser's metallic belly, was the Ring of Yin. Baxter Stockman had provided detailed reports on how he was able to retrieve it with the help of "advanced technology and electromagnetic radiation", and of course, the expected price for his "ingenious" work on locating the elusive ring.
The crime lord's fingers were firmly wrapped around an asian teacup, despite the heat seeping through the porcelain from the steaming hot tea. He looked up from his desk the moment he heard someone at the door, slit eyes watched menacingly as John limped into his office, partially drenched by the downpour. The gang leader seemed frazzled and nervous. His greenish blue mullet hairstyle didn't look too flattering and the side of his face was covered in dirt and blood. Since the armoured truck was stolen, John was forced to hijack a car to meet his boss.
"I know I've let you down," he began, sounding pathetic in his apology as he knelt to his knees before his Master. "But I can make it up to you."
Shredder's voice was like a sharp whisper piercing through his heart, "Hun has spoken so highly of you, but clearly, you've failed to live up to expectations."
A cold hard lump formed in his throat as he felt the pressure boring into his very soul. His confidence was faltering, but John was quick to compose himself once again before attempting to explain: "Tonight was bad enough that I had to put up with a couple of rookies who were new to the job!" he added, "My own men stood me up! And we got robbed by a rival gang! I couldn't tell who they were but one of 'em was dressed like...I dunno, a karate frog ninja or somethin'--"
"Enough!" Shredder rose from his seat, revealing the knife gauntlet worn around his left arm. "To have failed such a simple mission, shows how incredibly incompetent you are. What makes you think you would be capable of correcting such an unforgivable mistake?!"
"This time, I'll do it alone!" He braved himself to look at his Master with his hands held together, begging for mercy. "I can redeem myself. I give you my word!"
A hint of a wicked smile formed across the crime lord's face upon hearing those very words. Redemption. As if John knew what was coming.
"I cannot help but admit the importance of your sole presence tonight." Shredder held up the Ring of Yin in his hand as he moved closer. "This ring resembles great power; it has existed for centuries, worn by many rulers of the world. Nevertheless, tradition calls for someone capable, and trustworthy to assist with wearing the ring for his Master. You possess none of those qualities, John. Yet I will be willing to accept your apology."
Shredder extended a hand, gesturing for the kneeling thug to take the ring.
"My mercy is not so easily won but I know how much Hun needs you in his operation."
John creased his face as he came close to bursting into tears in heartfelt relief. He dropped his head in respect and quivered, "I am in your debt, Master Shredder," before slipping the Ring of Yin around his Master's right ring finger.
It was a ploy; a set-up. Shredder was going to kill John anyway. With John dead, no one else could take the ring off his finger. Not even the wielder of the ring himself. That was the plan. In truth, "tradition" didn't call for someone trustworthy, but a disposable servant to act as a crumbling bridge to universal power and immortality. Like the Heart of Tengu, the Ring of Yin was yet another way of amplifying his power—and to the Shredder, there was no such thing as having too much.
The Ring of Yin held a distinct presence: the stone was made of genuine red jade and its band was made of gold, engraved with detailed oriental designs. Shredder raised his hand against the light to admire the beauty of the jade stone but his smile had quickly turned into a frown after suspecting the lack of effect from the ring's power on him. Then something dreadful happened. The ring slipped with ease as he pulled it off his finger.
The Ring of Yin, as he feared, was blatantly fake.
John watched with trepidation. "Do you want me to leave, s-sir?"
Shredder clenched his fists in silent anger as he slowly turned to look at John before driving the sharp gauntlet through the side of the gangster's chest, following him to his knees. John flailed his arms around helplessly, bloodshot eyes bulging with shock.
"You fool!" Shredder seethed at the thug before throwing him out against the corridor wall.
The crime lord stormed out of his office and fleeted down the hallway, on his way to meet with the Foot Mystics in the tower.
"Finish him," he commanded Hun, "and bring Stockman to my office at once!"
With Shredder gone, Hun turned his attention to his wounded partner on the floor. He drew a ninjato from its sheath, twirling it skillfully in his hand before raising the weapon at the hapless gangster.
"Hunter..." John sobbed, calling out weakly to his comrade. His tear-stained face was still pleading for mercy. "Please...help me."
Hun held a grim expression on his face, showing no remorse as he thrust the sharp weapon through his comrade's heart.
It was only a matter of time when John started choking on his own blood and finally surrendered to death.