Thunk the Barbarian

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Survival - 10 Wins!

Brutal - 3 Fatalities

AFFILIATION

Alignment: Hero

Team: Sentinels

VITAL STATS

Strength: Superior

Agility: Weak

Mind: Weak

Body: Supreme

RECORD

Personal Wins: 10

Personal Losses: 2

Lord Thayer

Taking broad steps he made his way through Khazan and found the Sentinels of Liberty and Justice Headquarters. Told that this was the place his father was last seen before news of his death spread, Thunk knocked loudly on the door of the building. An intercom piped in "state your business". "Ich Bin Thunk". There was a short pause... "Do you have an appointment sir?" He stood there confused for a moment... "Ehem, Do you have an appointment with someone here sir?" "ICH BIN THUNK" he said becoming angry at the piece of modern technology that was speaking to him in a superior tone. "Well sir, that's nice, if you don't have an appointment with one of..." Embedding his axe into the side of the wall where the intercom moments ago was intact, an unnatural fury came about him. Veins in his forehead looked as though they were going to burst. All of the muscles in his body doubled in size and blisters started to puss around his biceps. He let out a battle cry and decided to wage war on the door to the building. He crashed through the doubled plated steel enforced entrance and alarms sounded inside. Above the sound of alarm he cried aloud again, "IIIICCCHH BIIINNN THUUUUUUNNNNNKKKKK". Pandemonium broke out in the lobby and a titanium wall surrounded him and received the brunt of the attacks but still held, barely. A sleeping gas was sprayed on him and he slowly became somber and drifted off to sleep. Joe Bigg Gunns came down from an upper level and the walls were lifted to show the snoozing barbarian. "This guy has to be related." JBG said after looking at the door then back at the man on the floor. "Quickly, medical attention to this man, now..." Many who came down ready for battle looked at Joe very confused. "Just make sure there's Milk and cookies next to his bed and he'll be fine. Oh, and tell me immediately when he wakes."

Only Blood can write it's own tragedy... A calm wind blew through his hair as he surveyed the mountain landscape. Nature, so peaceful, seemed to clash with the being standing proudly over his land yet full of Chaos. The sun beat down gently on his battle hardened chest, and within, his heart raged though without knowing why. There was only one thing that he trusted, not the elements, not the Gods, and definitely not a person's handshake of loyalty. The feel of cold steel was his only pleasure. His fathers axe was heavy yet easily handled by his strong grasp. The mysteries of his father's disappearance seemed to echo loudly in the back of his mind....

Burning Vengence

     Iron Will: Ultimate

 

"You knew Father?" "Yes, I knew Regi... I mean ... Chunk. He was a strong man who helped save many lives." "He die bravely?" "Yes, we couldn't have finished the mission without him." "Ungh..." Thunk sat back in his chair. The question bothered him like a burnt cookie. His eyes went back to Joe, "Who Kill Him?" Joe sat back also. He began to tell the story of Chunk's death and of his killer. A blazing Fire seemed to be brewing from Thunks' eyes. Joe finished the story... "and where this being is now, no one knows..." Thunk was at a loss by this news. Joe saw his feeling of hopelessness. "Whatever we can do to help you in your search, we will." Thunk nodded yet the images just told to him kept coming back.

 

Chaotic Rage

     Berserker: Superior

 

A heat starts from his head. The warmth of anger then vigorously fills his entire being. Blisters form at certain points on his body, usually on his chest and arms. His strength reaches Godlike proportions while his mind becomes even more useless, if that's possible. Like he needed it anyway. If you can't see the change in Thunk you'll hear it, for the words "ICH BIN THUNK" usually escapes his lips just as hundreds of blood vessels are about to burst.

 

Speak Loud, Carry Big Axe

     Sword Master: Superior

 

"Ungh, Axe... Good weapon...Strong...Ungh." Thunk can wield any weapon of excessive bulk and use it effectively in battle. His strength, especially when enraged, negates the weight of any weapon be it his axe or a large boulder he just happens on and decides to use in battle. In this enraged state he keeps his axe close at hand and if he were to use anything else it would most likely be either his bare hands or even his head which I might add is a very effective weapon since he almost never uses what's inside.

 

"THUNK SMASH"

     Slicing Attack: Ultimate

  • Ranged Attack Only
  • Area Affect
  • Armor Piercing
  • Target Seeker
  • Multi-Attacks
  • Ranged and Melee Attack

 

"Thunk attack strong!" When the grunts turn into battle cries it's time to step out of the way and let him do his business. Once Thunk starts chopping he becomes like Paul Bunyan. Nothing stands afterwards. Brick walls, steel girders, titanium hulls, armor made from adamantium, it doesn't matter. When, in the heat and rage of battle, they'll all crumble like tissue paper to Thunk. During one match something peculiar happened with the axe. An enemy began to charge seemingly berserked much like how Thunk can get sometimes. Thunk threw his axe way up into the air. Before the would be attacker could get a hit in the axe came down and split him in two. End of match. Some would call it luck. Thunk would scoff at these philosophers and say; "No luck, Was fate". They were smart enough not to argue with someone who could rip their arms off easily. With time Thunk's skill with his weapon grew to even more interesting levels of mastery. In one certain battle he was able to use his axe much like a boomerang and slashed a radius of enemies commanded by his opponent. The Axe came back to him and he charged the villians ultimate defenses which were thought to be reinforced. It mattered little to Thunks axe which easily cut through like a can opener.

 

"Thunk Like Conan"

     Mental Defense: Superior

 

Thunk was brought into the Rec room of the SLJ headquarters one day when his temper tantrums seemed to get on everyones nerves. It seems someone forgot to order more Chocolate Chip cookies. Thunk's favorite. Regardless, someone thought it would be a good idea to distract his eating habits by popping in "Conan the Barbarian" on the big screen TV. Big Mistake. Though it is a funny site to see a Barbarian hogging the remote. The headquarters watched nothing else for a week. 24/7 Conan. Thunk would even watch it in his sleep and if anyone attempted to disturb the movie or his recliner in any way Thunk would pop up instinctively and snap at them. His favorite quote from the movie; "Conan what is best in life?" "Crush your enemies, see them driven before you, and hear the lamentation of the women." Fortunately for Thunk his knowledge of the movie being the only thing that his brain can possibly handle at one time serves as a descent block against mental powers. We don't ask how...