HWE-Agropelter

Name: Agropelter

Aliases: That swingging bastard Ape

Factions: More information available at a later date. 

Status:  -Active throughout recent history, 100's of years back at least.

Alignment: Chaotic Hostile

Rank: 1 


Measurements:

Height: 4.5 standing straight

Length: 5 meters 

Weight: Lightweight


Powers:
 
Normal:

 -Elastic Limbs- The long, boneless arms are highly elastic and flexible, and terrifically strong.

-Bullet Throw- Anything that ends up in an Agropelters hands can be turned into a deadly missile, and they are very accurate.

Weaknesses: 

- Small and Soft-Agropelters share the same weakness with the other small Fearsome Critters.  They are fairly easily taken down with small firearms.

- Hot Head - Agropelters are easily enraged, and while enraged it is hard for them to concentrate.

Personality: 

Agropelters are mean, angry, solitary little cusses.  They do not like much of anything or anyone, except for throwing things at people.  That makes them happy most of the time.

Bio: 

After he encountered two Kaiju in one day, no matter how small or indifferent to him they were, Rhys Green wanted nothing more than to stay home for a couple months or so and not go looking for weird shit.

Unfortunately, his friends were assholes.

"Come on, Rhys, you always wanted to go with before!  Why don't you want to go now that we might actually find something?"

Rhys stared at Ed Park, his supposed best friend, and wanted to hit him.  "Possibly," he began, with all the sarcasam he could muster, "because I already have found something, and was lucky not to be eaten.  I like not being dead, Eddy."

"Oh bull, you'll be fine!" Ed slapped Rhys' shoulder, which hurt considering he was about a foot taller and at least 10 pounds of muscle heavier than Rhys.  "Me an' Vic have shotguns, and we have a rifle for you, just in case.  You ain't gonna be eaten if I can help it!"

"You can help it, you can help it by not taking me into the monster infested woods, Ed!"

"Rhys, we'll be as careful as we possibly can." Vic Rhodes, his other asshole friend who was plotting to get him disembowled by some horrible creature, said in his steady voice.  "We really aren't hunting for these things, you know.  We really will just snap some pictures and video, if we see anything at all.  We will all have camo on, and we won't go poking anything that shouldn't be poked; Ed that was directed at you."

Rhys looked from one to the other, finally sighing in agrivation.  "Fine, you fucking assholes.  I better get flowers at my funeral."

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He wasn't going to get flowers at his funeral, because these two fucking morons had dragged him into the forest and they had agrivated the locals because goddamn ED had to poke it.</i>

"I hate you Ed!  Hate you so much!"

"Use your breath to run, Rhys, kill Ed later!"

A thick branch whistled past Rhys' head, provoking another bizarre noise.

Ed, running as best he could while recording the ape-like monster swinging through the trees after them, whipping whatever came to hand at them, howled out "I'm sorry, guys!"

"We don't fucking care Ed! This is why we don't poke things!"

A hooting cackle followed by another branch crashing past them seemed to agree that the poking hadn't been appreciated.

Luckily, the creature lost interest as soon as they cleared the trees, though it did make sure to throw a branch through their windshield when they scrambled into Rhys' jeep.

He stared at the sharp, broken end of it, inches away from his nose, and turned to glare at Ed.

"You are paying for this, Ed."

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Eds video provided a name for the creature, an Agropelter, and hilarity for the internet.



History: More information at a later date. 

Important Dates: 

Novemeber 19th, 2033: Three morons go out into the woods and find an Agropelter.  One moron videos it after pissing it off.

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Remember not to poke things, guys.

Art (c) Me