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Aliases: Mizzy, The Great Lynx, That Damn Cat
Factions: More information available at a later date.
Status: -Active throughout recent history, 1000 of years back at least.
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Height: 15 meters at shoulder
Length: 50 meters including tail
Claws, Fangs, Spikes-Any one of these weapons will easily pierce and slice apart any foe.
Speed and Cunning-Mizzy is fairly strong, but his greatest strengths lie in his quick moves and quicker thinking.
Fearless-Mizzy will never back down from a fight, and won’t stop fighting until he or his enemy is defeated.
Thunderbreath- Bursts of bright blue lightning sear through foes. This has limited uses-three consecutive bursts before he needs to take fifteen minutes to recharge just one, very weak shot-and is mostly utilized to turn the tide of a battle when his brute force, claws, teeth and speed just won’t cut it.
Shocking Bite- Electricity is run through his fangs into a foe. This has no limit to the usage like the breath, and is used much more often.
Overload- The last last resort move, Overload will charge his entire body with electricity, making any touch to a foe deadly-but it drains Mizzy’s energy very quickly and effectively “burns” him out after he uses it. He will not be able to fight at all afterwards.
Stamina-While he is very strong and fast, Mizzy isn’t built for very long fights. If he cannot pace himself or end the fight quickly, he will tire faster than most Kaiju.
Lightly Armored-His hide isn’t as impenetrable as most Kaiju. Heavier human Military will hurt him more than others.
Recovery Time-His lightning breath takes a long time to charge back to full power after he uses it all-two full days before all shots are back at full strength.
-Stubborn-Once he begins a battle in earnest, he will fight until his opponent retreats, or he or his opponent can not fight anymore.
Personality: Mishipishew is fairly laid back and could almost be considered lazy, but when he needs to he can rip through foes like a hurricane of claws and teeth. He prefers to get up close and personal in fights, saving his powerful lightning bolts for the truly clutch moments. Like most cats, if he likes you he likes you quite a bit, and if he doesn’t like you…well. It’s hard to change a cats mind.
“….still reports coming in on the damaged tolls from the three rampages of these strange, giant creatures. A fourth was sighted, this one some sort of snake-like monster, and the death toll from just that…”
The radio turned off with a snap and an offended shout of “Hey!” The irritated teenager slapped his friend on the arm. “I was listening to that shit!”
Said friend hit back, a bit harder according to the yelp he received. “I just want to enjoy the beach and not hear about death, ok? If you can’t turn on some music just leave it off, Jesus.”
With a sulking air of moral offence that only a teenager can achieve, Oliver Pearce slumped back onto his beach towel with a sigh. ‘Fine, dude. Remain ignorant of what’s happening in the world and continue to cook yourself in the sun.”
‘I will, thank you.” Ben Thomson snarked back as he did, indeed, go back to his tanning. “I mean, sure, giant monsters and stuff. Sorta awesome unless you don’t like dying.” He turned to eye his friend in the most condescending manner a person can, “but we live in Wisconsin, dude. Nothing is going to happen here, nothing ever happens here.”
Of course, that was exactly the moment they noticed the other beach go-ers were starting to panic.
Confused, the two turned towards the wide expanse of Lake Superior, and immediately Ben felt like he might have been just a tad wrong.
Four thick, golden colored spikes were cutting through the water towards shore like a row of shark fins, a bow wave rushing ahead of them and pulling water away from the beach.
Happily enough, Oliver didn’t have time to call him on it, as they were both a bit busy running for their car, and the only sound either could utter was a steady stream of profanity.
Just as they slammed their doors and started to back up as fast as they could out of the parking lot, the spikes paused and the water stopped pulling away from shore. Then the spikes started to rise and reveal what they were attached to.
Brilliant white fur, spotted and striped with sparkling copper, the four spikes turned into a row down a long, sleek back. A head rose out of the water next, crowned with golden antler-like horns and long copper colored ears. Green eyes glowing out of a cat like face, the huge monster waded ashore, towering over the short trees bordering the beach area, long spiked tail swaying behind it lazily.
“Holy fucking shit!”
Was the most appropriate response to the sight that either teen could think of.
They were halfway out of the picnic area and were doing the best they could to get out onto the highway, but the other drivers noticed the giant cat creature staring down at them, and understandably panicked a little. Cars piled up and ran off the road, people in the rest area across the highway began to run into the trees trying to hide. It was a bit of a mess.
They took the only option they had at the time and floored it across the highway to the rest area and slammed to a stop.
By this time, the monster had started to step through the trees, plowing through them, a few of the empty parked cars, and a small building that happened to be in the path. Thick claws, with bright blue scales running up the legs from them, left gouges in blacktop and cement as it crunched over abandoned cars.
Unfortunately for our two idiots, it was walking directly towards their car. As soon as they realized this, they began fumbling to get out of the car, but the strides of the giant cat brought it directly upon them before they could even open the doors. I giant paw started to descend on them, and Oliver squealed in terror.
And then the paw paused in midair, then set down next to the drivers side door.
Ben stared out the window as the giant head descended to peer into his window, glowing and staring directly at him. The eye itself had to be the size of the windshield., and it was focused on him.
He denies what may or may not have happened as a result of this fright.
The huge eye blinked and the enormous mouth opened a fraction. A wuffling sound accompanied the head pulling away and the huge creature began padding forward again, with a marked difference. It now avoided stepping on cars and tried not to damage buildings too badly. It continued on its way into the forest where the vast green of it almost swallowed it up but for the swaying of the trees as the monster pushed its way through them.
Ben and Oliver were still sitting, stunned and a little dumbstruck, when it returned nearly fifteen minutes later with a large black bear dangling from it’s mouth. Once again, it stepped directly over them, crunched back over the empty, though car strewn highway, and slid back into the deep waters of the lake.
It took another fifteen minutes for Oliver to finally gain back enough wits to speak again.
“Damn, I should have gotten that on my phone.”
Ben hit him again.
Reporters took to calling the monster, later confirmed as a male, Mishipishew after a Native American myth that he fit almost to a T. Finding this name to be hard to say and very long, most people shortened it to Mizzy. Mishipishew caused no deaths and minimal damage on this first sighting, and any other time he surfaced from the lake, he took care to avoid stepping on cars, though he still plowed through bridges, overpasses and the like that were in his way. He seems ambivalent towards humanity, not wishing harm on them or particularly caring that they are around. It is speculated that he will not attack unless provoked, and that he can respond to a threat quite well.
History: More information at a later date.
June 3rd, 2033: Mishipishew emerges from Lake Superiors southern shore. His initial appearance startles and panics all who see him, but he is surprisingly docile and non-threatening.
First file for the all new group, risen from the ashes of the old KAS!
Mizzy (c) Me
I'm a little antisocial, would rather read or draw than watch TV, and I like what I like and don't care if you like that or not.|
And I like dragons and monsters. A lot.
Favourite genre of music: Don't have one. I like most anything.