Post by Phelan on May 29, 2008 0:40:41 GMT -5
And yes, unfortunately, I'm serious.
Name: Mr. Trilobite
Story Appearances: None
Height: 8 meters flat, 10 meters curled up.
Length: 66 meters
Width: 31 meters
Mass: 13,000 tons
Physical Description
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y74/Iridanum/MrTrilobiteimage.jpg -- As that except much larger and covered in glossy black armor with a red and white diagonal stripe pattern along the central axis. Think of a tie-pattern and you won't be wrong about what it looks like. There's also gold markings just behind the ridges of armor on the "face" that, while present, are fairly subtle.
((Image courtesy of mdbourrie.googlepages.com/trilobites))
Origin Story
A long time ago, in the pre-history of our little planet Earth (which seems to attract monsters, aliens, and other diasters like flies to garbage), there was a time some 4,000 million years ago when asteroids struck our newly developing world. It was a short time really, only 300 million years long or so, but it did catastrophic damage to the little world, setting back the development of life countless times.
But, as all good things do, this bombardment ended and life eventually began to flourish in the warm, shallow oceans that formed. Among those creatures that rose up out of the much was the humble trilobite. One of these wee beasties was destined for greatness and, as with all beings with a greater destiny, strange things abounded around the little trilobite; unusual happenings were commonplace.
One such happening was, one day, the little trilobite happened across a strange rock, half buried in the muck. It wasn't all that big, really; only two or three times the size of what would, one day, be called a basketball. And while the little trilobite couldn't really discern it as such, the rock was a lovely, shimmering silver and the water threw opalsecent highlights across the surface. What that little trilobite could discern was the heat of the water around this rock, it was so much warmer around the rock even though swimming through the water always made the little trilobite ache and sting across it's whole body.
The little trilobite perserved however and one day made it all the way to the rock in spite of the pains and strange, empty, aching it felt. Crawling over the surface of the strange rock it felt hungry and so the little trilobite did only what came naturally to it -- it tried to take a bite of the strange rock. And behold! The rock was soft and the little trilobite gulped down a peice of it. But that only made the hunger and aching feeling worse so the little trilobite ate and ate and ate on the strange rock until it was glutted and could eat no more. The little trilobite slept there, on the strange rock until it woke, ravenous again and, with food at hand the little trilobite ate and ate and ate again until it was glutted and slept again.
Slowly, bit by bit, the little trilobite consumed the rock, sleeping deeply between orgies of consumption and as that lump of what it would later come to know of as metal disappeared the little trilobite discovered something new: the strange rock was not just a rock but something entirely larger; a hole asteroid, buried in the muck. The little trilobite gnawed and chewed and ate its way down to the asteroid, eating and sleeping away days and months and eventually years as the world passed by above it. Yeas turned to decades and still the little trilobite ate and slept and those periods became longer and longer. What had been a three day sleep had become three months; what had been two years turned to twenty and, slowly, bit by bit and mouthful by mouthful, the little trilobite ate the entire asteroid; it was the only thing that would assauge the terrible, wracking hunger it felt.
And, finally, there was nothing left to eat, the asteroid was gone and the little trilobite -- not so little anymore but as large as what would become known as a rhino, slept and the trilobite didn't wake. Deacades passed into centuries and centuries passed into periods; the little trilobite slept....and the little trilobite grew. It grew large and powerful and as it slept the little trilobite changed. Larger and larger it grew; heavier too. The strange asteroid's minerals wound through the trilobite's body, breaking down and changing into plate-like armor that, over millions of years, seeped out of pores and through cell walls to cover the trilobite in metal-like armor. Chemicals and genetic bonds twisted and shifted into new forms and new pieces of a new body grew and took shape. Spikes and razor edges hardened into their positions.
But, many of the changes were inside and very, very subtle; with the creation of his new bio-metallic carapace the trilobite became incredibly senstive to the earth's magnetic fields and the electrical currents of the atmosphere. Over the millions of years that the trilobite slept and changed the earth's magnetic field reversed itself, there were changes in the electrical currents and all of that had a profound effect on the trilobite giving him strange and unique abilities.
The trilobite slept well into the Cenozoic era, past the beginning of the twenty-first century, when a powerful undersea quake broke loose the deeply packed, partially lithified sediment surrounding him. Awake and aware for the first time in millions of years the trilobite roamed the ocean floor, undetected for several years, until making landfall along the Indian Coast a few years ago. Since then, the trilobite, dubbed "Mr. Trilobite" for the distinctive markings on his carapace, has been both and oddity and a menace to the people of earth.
Though, oddly enough, the gargantuan Trilobite does have an international fanclub; proof, if proof was needed, that some people will idolize anything. They've affectionately nicknamed him the "Blingobite" for the flashes of gold sometimes visible through the gaps in the front of his carapace.
Personality
Mr. Trilobite's personality is somewhat complex only because human notions can't really be ascribed to his thoughts. To Mr. Trilobite, he's at the top of the food chain and he revels in being there. Anything that he can catch, kill, and consume is prey and considering that he can actually digest metals of all types, that means most of the world is included in Mr. Trilobite's food chain -- tanks are a favorite snack. Beyond simply being an apex predator though there is a certain...maliciousness to Mr. Trilobite's behavior that can only be explained away as the workings of a malign intelligence.
Special Abilities
The first and most obvious feature of Mr. Trilobite is the glossy black carapace covering him. While not particularly thick it's structure is bonded, at a sub molecular level, to the metal which composed the strange asteroid. As a result, despite the relative thin-ness of the shell, it's still capable of withstanding several dozen tons of pressure per square inch. In addition to that, piercing attacks, originating from above or in front of Mr. Trilobite stand a good chance of only being deflected by the sloping surfaces of his carapace. The carapce is also resistant to most forms of acid and, as a supoer-conductive substance, electricity in any form passes harmlessly through Mr. Trilobite. Being an organic armor, the carapace will partially deflect energy blasts as well. Unfortunately, this carapace doesn't protect from attacks originating underneath the Trilobite and any sort of attack from the rear or sides (moreso the former than latter) stand a better than average chance of slipping past the armor and reaching the important parts of the creature underneath. And, despite the durability, a sufficiently powerful blunt attack can crack or shatter the armor and given Mr. Trilobite's low slung body, it's entirely possible for other Kaiju to simply step on him. Whether that's enough to break the armor remains to be seen though. Explosions seem to be the best way to sneak past Mr. Trilobite's armor.
As a side effect of this genetic bonding to the asteroid's metal, Mr. Trilobite has gained unusual abilities relating to electricity and magnetism. As previously mentioned, the trilobite is outright unharmed by sort sort of electrical attack and can generate massive quantities of electricity biologically, releasing them as lightning bolts, pulses originating from his own body, or even a large ball of energy that will explode taking out anything in the blast area; to say nothing of just discouraging close contact by running the voltage through the super-conductive carapace. As far as magnetics go Mr. Trilobite generates a localized magnetic field that he can manipulate at will. While it's not normally of much use against other organic monsters, anything that relies of magnetic currents for directional sense will become disoriented whenever they're within a few hundred meters of the trilobite. By altering the strength and direction of this self-produced magnetic field Mr. Trilobite can cause weak energy beams to alter course away from him but it's by no means a sure thing even at the best of times. Against machines, by rapidly oscillating the field's polarity, the Trilobite can cause unhardened electronics to burn out and fail, even against hardened systems this tactic can wreak temporary havoc. Smaller physical projectiles such as bullets or small cannon shells can be pulled around by the magnetic field but the larger and/or faster a projectile is going, the less pull Mr. Trilobite can exert on it. Metal detrius can also be flung about by a sort of "magneto-kinesis" giving the Trilobite another weapon in his arsenal.
Offensively, Mr. Trilobite's no slouch. Mandibles strong enough to tear through inches thick steel plates or the advanced chobham armor of moden day MBTs are actually the last means of attack for the Trilobite -- if he's reduced to biting foes then things have gone horribly wrong somewhere. Despite that, the Trilobite's more than capable of tearing chunks out of fellow Kaiju, aided by a naturally produced caustic spittle; a highly potent and highly concentrated acid that, in addition to being delivered into bite wounds, can be spat at foes up to a hundred meters away. For another absolutely last ditch offensive option, the edges of Mr. Trilobite's carapace are razor edged, from observation it's been theorized that the edges are, if not monomolecular, than nearly so. While melee combat isn't a good idea for the broad and low-slung trilobite those carapace edges can be used to slash other Kaiju or, if Mr. Trilobite curls up, they can present a rather...troublesome obstacle. The paired tails share this dangerous adaptation, turning the two prongs into potentially lethal piercing weapons....if one happens to be the size a six story building.
In fact, the most lethal weapons the Mr. Trilobite has in his perverse arsenal are an array of rapidly regrowing spines which are launched through specialized canals in the carapace and in the Trilobite's throat. Made of a material functionally identical to the carapace armor, these spikes are arrayed in rows underneath the armor plates of the carapce meaning that when the Trilobite curls up they end up sticking out in several directions making it difficult to physically attack Mr. Trilobite. But, primarily, these spikes are incredible powerful piercing weapons. Developed by Mr. Trilobite during his long sleep these spikes are meant to rip through armor, scales, and whatever else may be protecting a monster before releasing an altered and very powerful form of Mr. Trilobite's caustic spittle. This modified secretion not only rapidly eats away and dissolves anything that it encounters both organic and inorganic but it is, by far, more dangerous to organic creatures than inorganic. Why? Because this acid also carries a genetic poison, a specialized and unique venome and breaks down celluar walls and bonds, weakening the afflicted area and literally melting flesh, bone, muscle, blood, and tissue with equal ease. Enough strikes by these spikes will liquify any monster, turning them into a puddle of organic sludge; the quintessential primordial ooze.
Combat Style
Mr. Trilobite, at heart, is a predator who prefers to strike from a distance. He'll avoid melee if at all possible, recognizing that he's at a very steep disadvantage there. Mostly, the Trilobite prefers to strike first and keep up the pressure without letting his enemies have a chance to reocover their footing in a battle while taking chunks out of them with electrical bolts and globs of acid before delivering crippling blows with the spikes and their toxins. If approached in melee he'll first try and back away and then, if unsuccessful at keeping the range open, the Trilobite will curl into a ball and try and fend the attacker off by rolling at them with spikes and razor edged carapace.
Strengths
Well, Mr. Trilobite is hard to injure if you're attacking from above or in front of him and he's a strong ranged fighter with a variety of unusual defenses. Given his low center of gravity and low slung stature it'd be hard not to attack from above him rendering most attacks at least partially blocked by his armor and it'd be very hard to unbalance or flip the Trilobite over to get at his vulnerable underside. Mr. Trilobite also has excellent eyesight plus his antenna serve to allow him to track electrical impulses in the same manner as a shark. Since he was orginally benthic creature Mr. Trilobite is well adapated to fighting underwater and can freely use all his abilities while submerged. And, as previously mentioned, Mr. Trilobite is immune to electricity in all forms making him a particularly lethal underwater fighting. He's also very fast in a straight line and has a tight turning radius provided he's not moving already.
Weaknesses
Mr. Trilobite's low-slung body actually works against him, making it difficult to target things more than three or four times his own height unless they're fairly far off. The closer an enemy is to Mr. Trilobite the harder time he'll have aiming upwards. His sense of touch is somewhat underdeveloped along with his sense of hearing. He's got no special healing abilities either, just natural processes. He's also nearly helpless in melee thanks to a small size and low mass; he has to rely on luck and venom for the most part. Mr. Trilobite also doesn't corner well if he's already moving. And, any attack coming from the back or from underneath will most likely slip completely past his armor if they're on the same level as him. Given his girth if might be hard for the Trilobite to manuever on some battlefields as well.
Sample Fight
The fan named "Blingobite" trundled through a slightly rolling hills, along a valley, heading to what he dectected as a herd of animals several kilometers ahead. The hollow, gnawing hunger in his stomach, ever-present since the trilobite's awakening, drove him on, always in search of food. Nearing the far end of the valley Mr. Trilobite paused, slowing and turning to face away from the glare of the setting sun. There, in the east, a glow rose over the crown of the hills, pale and shifting colors, luminous in intensity. Sedately, even delicately, following the line of hills, was the creature called Nemo -- so named because she was nothing. At least nothing anyone had ever seen before.
There was nothing of preamble or posturing to it; Nemo simply let loose with an incandescent energy beam right at the Trilobite's "face". Mr. Trilobite reacted instinctively, with the speed of thought. Twisting the magnetic field emanating from his body into a tangled skew of attractive and repulsive forces he forced the beam to veer off course. Instead of a direct hit to his eyes and mouth, the photonic blast skipped off the curved surface of Mr. Trilobite's side, the glossy black armor deflecting the shot off towards the north. It wasn't a total waste of a shot, chips of black carapace scattered over the ground and the armor still on Mr. Trilobite was noticably scorched by the beam. But, all in all, no real damage had been done.
Noting the outcome, Nemo was already reacting to the retaliatory attack by Mr. Trilobite. Shrieking, a half dozen grooved and barbed spines launched from the trilobite all aimed at the center of the floating, glowing cocoon. Not a single one of them managed to hit. Or, more properly, the spines just couldn't harm Nemo. Reading the signals in the trilobite's brain, reading the hostile intent, Nemo had simply turned herself incorporeal for a few minutes, rendering herself immune to the physical projectiles. But this was a double-edged ability and left Nemo open for Mr. Trilobite's second attack.
As she was incorporeal Nemo had been cut off from the material world and all things in it -- including her foe. As such she was unable to read Mr. Trilobite's intent a second time and, as she phased back into the physical world, Nemo was caught unaware by the second fullisade of spines launched by the trilobite.The staggered attack Mr. Trilobite used made it even harder to counter but Nemo made a good effort. Unable to phase again so soon after coming back Nemo shifted quickly and smoothly to the side, moving as only she could. This let Nemo avoid some of the spines but not the rest but she still wasn't done. Reaching out with....something, Nemo bent the direction of the spines' kinetic energy into a tangle of conflicting vectors. Some of these spines missed Nemo outright, others collided with each other. But a few still hit, slamming deep into the fleshy material of the cocoon walls. The nightmarish concoction of organic acids and venoms pumped nto the fleshy walls of the cocoon. And, while the outer casing did bubble and bits of it sloughed off, melted, but the toxins simply dripped from the wounds, inert. There was nothing in the cocoon that was organic, nothing for the toxins to act upon. So, drops fell to the grasses below raising trails of smoke.
Extending her "wings" outwards Nemo rose up dozens of meters into the air and reached out through whatever it was that let her affect space around her. Twisting, she warped one of the most basic and fundamental forces of the universe to suit her whims. Several meters below, front, and to either side of Nemo the air warped and shuddered as two pockets of super-gravity appeared as visible distortions in the air from where light rays were bent and curved by the inexorable pull of gravity. It was a simple maneuver but one with enormous implications made clear only as Mr. Trilobite launched a new attack, a barrage of electrical beams. These beams -- lightning bolts for all intents and purposes -- flashed upwards faster even than Nemo could move and react. But it didn't matter so much as the beams, having even a small bit of mass in the form of countless electrons, were pulled aside and their paths bent and curved by pockets of super-gravity. Several of the beams, though, still were more or less on target. While they only grazed Nemo all of the beams that came close to hitting her did pass through the field generated by her wings. As the electric beams did the wings drained away bits of their energy, weakening the beams and feeding the energy into Nemo. Puncture wounds and the scorch marks from the lightning bolts faded, and scabbed over, healing in moments.
Screeching in frustration, Mr. Trilobite charged forward as the space behind him was obliterated by the photonic blasts from Nemo. Leaping to the crown of a low hill Mr. Trilobite gave up on scoring direct hits. Highly intelligent, though he didn't look it, the trilobite saw the problem and devised a solution. His next assault was a cluster of tightly packed, crackling, electric orbs. As Mr Trilobite predicted and, indeed, hoped for, the gravitational pockets pulled the orbs apart, scattering them around instead of letting them fly straight at Nemo. And, on cue, just as Mr. Trilobite had planned, every one of the orbs explooded in a sphere of dazzling and deadly electricity that stretched for dozens of meters in every direction.
Those overlapping fields of electric power washed across Nemo. Even though they were weakned by passing through her wings there was simply too much power with all of them combined. The cocoon was scorched and blackened, obviously damaged, and the color of Nemo's wings darkened as she experienced geniune pain. Rearing up dangerously Mr Trilobite launched another barrage of the armor piercing spines. Having seen the gravity-pockets' affect several times he aimed to roughly compensate for their pull. Nemo arced around in the air, smoothly and mockingly, letting only a few of the spines rip shallow furrows along the sides of the cocoon before telekinetically sweeping Mr. Trilobite up and hurling him away like a tiny piece of trash.
Mr. Trilobite flew through the air for over two kilometers, curled into a protective ball of protruding spikes and razor edges before slamming to a stop across an open plain. Armor cracked and broke, littering the furrow the trilobite's body carved in the ground, as caustic ichor spilled out, killing grasses and poisoning soil. And Mr. Trilobite didn't move, didn't uncurl from his protective roll. Back at the battle site, Nemo, satisfied with the encounter, ascended through the coldest reaches of the atmosphere and into space, wings spreading wide to rest and heal.
Ability meters
Melee Ability: 4.5
Ranged Ability: 8
Toughness: 5
Invulnerability: 8
Healing Ability: 2.5
Physical Strength: 2
Stamina: 7
Instinct: 4.5
Logic: 7.5
Creativity: 5
Speed: 4
Reflexes: 7
Acrobatics: 2
--Phelan
Name: Mr. Trilobite
Story Appearances: None
Height: 8 meters flat, 10 meters curled up.
Length: 66 meters
Width: 31 meters
Mass: 13,000 tons
Physical Description
i3.photobucket.com/albums/y74/Iridanum/MrTrilobiteimage.jpg -- As that except much larger and covered in glossy black armor with a red and white diagonal stripe pattern along the central axis. Think of a tie-pattern and you won't be wrong about what it looks like. There's also gold markings just behind the ridges of armor on the "face" that, while present, are fairly subtle.
((Image courtesy of mdbourrie.googlepages.com/trilobites))
Origin Story
A long time ago, in the pre-history of our little planet Earth (which seems to attract monsters, aliens, and other diasters like flies to garbage), there was a time some 4,000 million years ago when asteroids struck our newly developing world. It was a short time really, only 300 million years long or so, but it did catastrophic damage to the little world, setting back the development of life countless times.
But, as all good things do, this bombardment ended and life eventually began to flourish in the warm, shallow oceans that formed. Among those creatures that rose up out of the much was the humble trilobite. One of these wee beasties was destined for greatness and, as with all beings with a greater destiny, strange things abounded around the little trilobite; unusual happenings were commonplace.
One such happening was, one day, the little trilobite happened across a strange rock, half buried in the muck. It wasn't all that big, really; only two or three times the size of what would, one day, be called a basketball. And while the little trilobite couldn't really discern it as such, the rock was a lovely, shimmering silver and the water threw opalsecent highlights across the surface. What that little trilobite could discern was the heat of the water around this rock, it was so much warmer around the rock even though swimming through the water always made the little trilobite ache and sting across it's whole body.
The little trilobite perserved however and one day made it all the way to the rock in spite of the pains and strange, empty, aching it felt. Crawling over the surface of the strange rock it felt hungry and so the little trilobite did only what came naturally to it -- it tried to take a bite of the strange rock. And behold! The rock was soft and the little trilobite gulped down a peice of it. But that only made the hunger and aching feeling worse so the little trilobite ate and ate and ate on the strange rock until it was glutted and could eat no more. The little trilobite slept there, on the strange rock until it woke, ravenous again and, with food at hand the little trilobite ate and ate and ate again until it was glutted and slept again.
Slowly, bit by bit, the little trilobite consumed the rock, sleeping deeply between orgies of consumption and as that lump of what it would later come to know of as metal disappeared the little trilobite discovered something new: the strange rock was not just a rock but something entirely larger; a hole asteroid, buried in the muck. The little trilobite gnawed and chewed and ate its way down to the asteroid, eating and sleeping away days and months and eventually years as the world passed by above it. Yeas turned to decades and still the little trilobite ate and slept and those periods became longer and longer. What had been a three day sleep had become three months; what had been two years turned to twenty and, slowly, bit by bit and mouthful by mouthful, the little trilobite ate the entire asteroid; it was the only thing that would assauge the terrible, wracking hunger it felt.
And, finally, there was nothing left to eat, the asteroid was gone and the little trilobite -- not so little anymore but as large as what would become known as a rhino, slept and the trilobite didn't wake. Deacades passed into centuries and centuries passed into periods; the little trilobite slept....and the little trilobite grew. It grew large and powerful and as it slept the little trilobite changed. Larger and larger it grew; heavier too. The strange asteroid's minerals wound through the trilobite's body, breaking down and changing into plate-like armor that, over millions of years, seeped out of pores and through cell walls to cover the trilobite in metal-like armor. Chemicals and genetic bonds twisted and shifted into new forms and new pieces of a new body grew and took shape. Spikes and razor edges hardened into their positions.
But, many of the changes were inside and very, very subtle; with the creation of his new bio-metallic carapace the trilobite became incredibly senstive to the earth's magnetic fields and the electrical currents of the atmosphere. Over the millions of years that the trilobite slept and changed the earth's magnetic field reversed itself, there were changes in the electrical currents and all of that had a profound effect on the trilobite giving him strange and unique abilities.
The trilobite slept well into the Cenozoic era, past the beginning of the twenty-first century, when a powerful undersea quake broke loose the deeply packed, partially lithified sediment surrounding him. Awake and aware for the first time in millions of years the trilobite roamed the ocean floor, undetected for several years, until making landfall along the Indian Coast a few years ago. Since then, the trilobite, dubbed "Mr. Trilobite" for the distinctive markings on his carapace, has been both and oddity and a menace to the people of earth.
Though, oddly enough, the gargantuan Trilobite does have an international fanclub; proof, if proof was needed, that some people will idolize anything. They've affectionately nicknamed him the "Blingobite" for the flashes of gold sometimes visible through the gaps in the front of his carapace.
Personality
Mr. Trilobite's personality is somewhat complex only because human notions can't really be ascribed to his thoughts. To Mr. Trilobite, he's at the top of the food chain and he revels in being there. Anything that he can catch, kill, and consume is prey and considering that he can actually digest metals of all types, that means most of the world is included in Mr. Trilobite's food chain -- tanks are a favorite snack. Beyond simply being an apex predator though there is a certain...maliciousness to Mr. Trilobite's behavior that can only be explained away as the workings of a malign intelligence.
Special Abilities
The first and most obvious feature of Mr. Trilobite is the glossy black carapace covering him. While not particularly thick it's structure is bonded, at a sub molecular level, to the metal which composed the strange asteroid. As a result, despite the relative thin-ness of the shell, it's still capable of withstanding several dozen tons of pressure per square inch. In addition to that, piercing attacks, originating from above or in front of Mr. Trilobite stand a good chance of only being deflected by the sloping surfaces of his carapace. The carapce is also resistant to most forms of acid and, as a supoer-conductive substance, electricity in any form passes harmlessly through Mr. Trilobite. Being an organic armor, the carapace will partially deflect energy blasts as well. Unfortunately, this carapace doesn't protect from attacks originating underneath the Trilobite and any sort of attack from the rear or sides (moreso the former than latter) stand a better than average chance of slipping past the armor and reaching the important parts of the creature underneath. And, despite the durability, a sufficiently powerful blunt attack can crack or shatter the armor and given Mr. Trilobite's low slung body, it's entirely possible for other Kaiju to simply step on him. Whether that's enough to break the armor remains to be seen though. Explosions seem to be the best way to sneak past Mr. Trilobite's armor.
As a side effect of this genetic bonding to the asteroid's metal, Mr. Trilobite has gained unusual abilities relating to electricity and magnetism. As previously mentioned, the trilobite is outright unharmed by sort sort of electrical attack and can generate massive quantities of electricity biologically, releasing them as lightning bolts, pulses originating from his own body, or even a large ball of energy that will explode taking out anything in the blast area; to say nothing of just discouraging close contact by running the voltage through the super-conductive carapace. As far as magnetics go Mr. Trilobite generates a localized magnetic field that he can manipulate at will. While it's not normally of much use against other organic monsters, anything that relies of magnetic currents for directional sense will become disoriented whenever they're within a few hundred meters of the trilobite. By altering the strength and direction of this self-produced magnetic field Mr. Trilobite can cause weak energy beams to alter course away from him but it's by no means a sure thing even at the best of times. Against machines, by rapidly oscillating the field's polarity, the Trilobite can cause unhardened electronics to burn out and fail, even against hardened systems this tactic can wreak temporary havoc. Smaller physical projectiles such as bullets or small cannon shells can be pulled around by the magnetic field but the larger and/or faster a projectile is going, the less pull Mr. Trilobite can exert on it. Metal detrius can also be flung about by a sort of "magneto-kinesis" giving the Trilobite another weapon in his arsenal.
Offensively, Mr. Trilobite's no slouch. Mandibles strong enough to tear through inches thick steel plates or the advanced chobham armor of moden day MBTs are actually the last means of attack for the Trilobite -- if he's reduced to biting foes then things have gone horribly wrong somewhere. Despite that, the Trilobite's more than capable of tearing chunks out of fellow Kaiju, aided by a naturally produced caustic spittle; a highly potent and highly concentrated acid that, in addition to being delivered into bite wounds, can be spat at foes up to a hundred meters away. For another absolutely last ditch offensive option, the edges of Mr. Trilobite's carapace are razor edged, from observation it's been theorized that the edges are, if not monomolecular, than nearly so. While melee combat isn't a good idea for the broad and low-slung trilobite those carapace edges can be used to slash other Kaiju or, if Mr. Trilobite curls up, they can present a rather...troublesome obstacle. The paired tails share this dangerous adaptation, turning the two prongs into potentially lethal piercing weapons....if one happens to be the size a six story building.
In fact, the most lethal weapons the Mr. Trilobite has in his perverse arsenal are an array of rapidly regrowing spines which are launched through specialized canals in the carapace and in the Trilobite's throat. Made of a material functionally identical to the carapace armor, these spikes are arrayed in rows underneath the armor plates of the carapce meaning that when the Trilobite curls up they end up sticking out in several directions making it difficult to physically attack Mr. Trilobite. But, primarily, these spikes are incredible powerful piercing weapons. Developed by Mr. Trilobite during his long sleep these spikes are meant to rip through armor, scales, and whatever else may be protecting a monster before releasing an altered and very powerful form of Mr. Trilobite's caustic spittle. This modified secretion not only rapidly eats away and dissolves anything that it encounters both organic and inorganic but it is, by far, more dangerous to organic creatures than inorganic. Why? Because this acid also carries a genetic poison, a specialized and unique venome and breaks down celluar walls and bonds, weakening the afflicted area and literally melting flesh, bone, muscle, blood, and tissue with equal ease. Enough strikes by these spikes will liquify any monster, turning them into a puddle of organic sludge; the quintessential primordial ooze.
Combat Style
Mr. Trilobite, at heart, is a predator who prefers to strike from a distance. He'll avoid melee if at all possible, recognizing that he's at a very steep disadvantage there. Mostly, the Trilobite prefers to strike first and keep up the pressure without letting his enemies have a chance to reocover their footing in a battle while taking chunks out of them with electrical bolts and globs of acid before delivering crippling blows with the spikes and their toxins. If approached in melee he'll first try and back away and then, if unsuccessful at keeping the range open, the Trilobite will curl into a ball and try and fend the attacker off by rolling at them with spikes and razor edged carapace.
Strengths
Well, Mr. Trilobite is hard to injure if you're attacking from above or in front of him and he's a strong ranged fighter with a variety of unusual defenses. Given his low center of gravity and low slung stature it'd be hard not to attack from above him rendering most attacks at least partially blocked by his armor and it'd be very hard to unbalance or flip the Trilobite over to get at his vulnerable underside. Mr. Trilobite also has excellent eyesight plus his antenna serve to allow him to track electrical impulses in the same manner as a shark. Since he was orginally benthic creature Mr. Trilobite is well adapated to fighting underwater and can freely use all his abilities while submerged. And, as previously mentioned, Mr. Trilobite is immune to electricity in all forms making him a particularly lethal underwater fighting. He's also very fast in a straight line and has a tight turning radius provided he's not moving already.
Weaknesses
Mr. Trilobite's low-slung body actually works against him, making it difficult to target things more than three or four times his own height unless they're fairly far off. The closer an enemy is to Mr. Trilobite the harder time he'll have aiming upwards. His sense of touch is somewhat underdeveloped along with his sense of hearing. He's got no special healing abilities either, just natural processes. He's also nearly helpless in melee thanks to a small size and low mass; he has to rely on luck and venom for the most part. Mr. Trilobite also doesn't corner well if he's already moving. And, any attack coming from the back or from underneath will most likely slip completely past his armor if they're on the same level as him. Given his girth if might be hard for the Trilobite to manuever on some battlefields as well.
Sample Fight
The fan named "Blingobite" trundled through a slightly rolling hills, along a valley, heading to what he dectected as a herd of animals several kilometers ahead. The hollow, gnawing hunger in his stomach, ever-present since the trilobite's awakening, drove him on, always in search of food. Nearing the far end of the valley Mr. Trilobite paused, slowing and turning to face away from the glare of the setting sun. There, in the east, a glow rose over the crown of the hills, pale and shifting colors, luminous in intensity. Sedately, even delicately, following the line of hills, was the creature called Nemo -- so named because she was nothing. At least nothing anyone had ever seen before.
There was nothing of preamble or posturing to it; Nemo simply let loose with an incandescent energy beam right at the Trilobite's "face". Mr. Trilobite reacted instinctively, with the speed of thought. Twisting the magnetic field emanating from his body into a tangled skew of attractive and repulsive forces he forced the beam to veer off course. Instead of a direct hit to his eyes and mouth, the photonic blast skipped off the curved surface of Mr. Trilobite's side, the glossy black armor deflecting the shot off towards the north. It wasn't a total waste of a shot, chips of black carapace scattered over the ground and the armor still on Mr. Trilobite was noticably scorched by the beam. But, all in all, no real damage had been done.
Noting the outcome, Nemo was already reacting to the retaliatory attack by Mr. Trilobite. Shrieking, a half dozen grooved and barbed spines launched from the trilobite all aimed at the center of the floating, glowing cocoon. Not a single one of them managed to hit. Or, more properly, the spines just couldn't harm Nemo. Reading the signals in the trilobite's brain, reading the hostile intent, Nemo had simply turned herself incorporeal for a few minutes, rendering herself immune to the physical projectiles. But this was a double-edged ability and left Nemo open for Mr. Trilobite's second attack.
As she was incorporeal Nemo had been cut off from the material world and all things in it -- including her foe. As such she was unable to read Mr. Trilobite's intent a second time and, as she phased back into the physical world, Nemo was caught unaware by the second fullisade of spines launched by the trilobite.The staggered attack Mr. Trilobite used made it even harder to counter but Nemo made a good effort. Unable to phase again so soon after coming back Nemo shifted quickly and smoothly to the side, moving as only she could. This let Nemo avoid some of the spines but not the rest but she still wasn't done. Reaching out with....something, Nemo bent the direction of the spines' kinetic energy into a tangle of conflicting vectors. Some of these spines missed Nemo outright, others collided with each other. But a few still hit, slamming deep into the fleshy material of the cocoon walls. The nightmarish concoction of organic acids and venoms pumped nto the fleshy walls of the cocoon. And, while the outer casing did bubble and bits of it sloughed off, melted, but the toxins simply dripped from the wounds, inert. There was nothing in the cocoon that was organic, nothing for the toxins to act upon. So, drops fell to the grasses below raising trails of smoke.
Extending her "wings" outwards Nemo rose up dozens of meters into the air and reached out through whatever it was that let her affect space around her. Twisting, she warped one of the most basic and fundamental forces of the universe to suit her whims. Several meters below, front, and to either side of Nemo the air warped and shuddered as two pockets of super-gravity appeared as visible distortions in the air from where light rays were bent and curved by the inexorable pull of gravity. It was a simple maneuver but one with enormous implications made clear only as Mr. Trilobite launched a new attack, a barrage of electrical beams. These beams -- lightning bolts for all intents and purposes -- flashed upwards faster even than Nemo could move and react. But it didn't matter so much as the beams, having even a small bit of mass in the form of countless electrons, were pulled aside and their paths bent and curved by pockets of super-gravity. Several of the beams, though, still were more or less on target. While they only grazed Nemo all of the beams that came close to hitting her did pass through the field generated by her wings. As the electric beams did the wings drained away bits of their energy, weakening the beams and feeding the energy into Nemo. Puncture wounds and the scorch marks from the lightning bolts faded, and scabbed over, healing in moments.
Screeching in frustration, Mr. Trilobite charged forward as the space behind him was obliterated by the photonic blasts from Nemo. Leaping to the crown of a low hill Mr. Trilobite gave up on scoring direct hits. Highly intelligent, though he didn't look it, the trilobite saw the problem and devised a solution. His next assault was a cluster of tightly packed, crackling, electric orbs. As Mr Trilobite predicted and, indeed, hoped for, the gravitational pockets pulled the orbs apart, scattering them around instead of letting them fly straight at Nemo. And, on cue, just as Mr. Trilobite had planned, every one of the orbs explooded in a sphere of dazzling and deadly electricity that stretched for dozens of meters in every direction.
Those overlapping fields of electric power washed across Nemo. Even though they were weakned by passing through her wings there was simply too much power with all of them combined. The cocoon was scorched and blackened, obviously damaged, and the color of Nemo's wings darkened as she experienced geniune pain. Rearing up dangerously Mr Trilobite launched another barrage of the armor piercing spines. Having seen the gravity-pockets' affect several times he aimed to roughly compensate for their pull. Nemo arced around in the air, smoothly and mockingly, letting only a few of the spines rip shallow furrows along the sides of the cocoon before telekinetically sweeping Mr. Trilobite up and hurling him away like a tiny piece of trash.
Mr. Trilobite flew through the air for over two kilometers, curled into a protective ball of protruding spikes and razor edges before slamming to a stop across an open plain. Armor cracked and broke, littering the furrow the trilobite's body carved in the ground, as caustic ichor spilled out, killing grasses and poisoning soil. And Mr. Trilobite didn't move, didn't uncurl from his protective roll. Back at the battle site, Nemo, satisfied with the encounter, ascended through the coldest reaches of the atmosphere and into space, wings spreading wide to rest and heal.
Ability meters
Melee Ability: 4.5
Ranged Ability: 8
Toughness: 5
Invulnerability: 8
Healing Ability: 2.5
Physical Strength: 2
Stamina: 7
Instinct: 4.5
Logic: 7.5
Creativity: 5
Speed: 4
Reflexes: 7
Acrobatics: 2
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