Who the most Badass character you can think of?

[Mik_Hael]

Apparently not, I just went through the forum search.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Could have sworn we did...

[Mik_Hael]

We should have. He deserves it.

A samurai from the ancient past fighting giant monsters and armies of robots with a sword forged from his father's soul in a never ending fight with a being of pure concentrated evil.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

His sword wasn't forged from his father's soul, his father wielded it before he did.

[Mik_Hael]

The three gods, Odin, Ra, and Rama used a fragment of his father's soul to craft the blade.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Then how did his father wield it before him? Its was just a magic sword.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

It wasn't his soul in the sword it was "the power of righteousness within the Samurai Lord's heart."

[Celadon's Penultimate]

Maybe send a link to verify?

[Mik_Hael]

Trying to find one. But I might be mistaken. I remember the scene being that the three god's ripped out a small orb of light from the Samurai Lord's chest and used that to make the sword, but apparently the wiki states that it wasn't his soul, but basically an orb of pure consentrated elemental rightousness.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

That's what I said.

[Mik_Hael]

You said it was just a magic sword.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

The Marvelous Miscreant wrote

It wasn't his soul in the sword it was "the power of righteousness within the Samurai Lord's heart."

[Mik_Hael]

Didn't see that one. My mistake then, I guess my memory got a bit foggy after ten years of not them not showing a single episode.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

I however am ALL RMEMBERING!!!!!


...not really, but its fun to claim so

[Mik_Hael]

My filing system is just a bit out of whack at the moment, been working on fixing it though.

Either way it just makes him more badass anyway.

[Marvelous Miscreant]

Well, it makes the sword badass anyways.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Nice...

[Marvelous Miscreant]

A-thank-you

[Zaleramancer]

Let's see...

Sargent Jackrum is a fat old man.

He's also been in the army at least 40 years, and could kick your ass three ways to sunday.

Want a good example of what kind of reputation he has?

Once, the squad he was more or less keeping alive (There were nothing but new recruits and a rather useless Lieutenant in charge) managed to accidentally capture a highly trained enemy fighter. The fighter managed to trick the Lieutenant into getting close enough to get captured.

Which caused this:

There was Jackrum, outlined against the distant firelight. He had the man's own bow, drawn taut, and aimed directly at the sergeant in complete disregard of the fact that the lieutenant's head was in the way. Blouse (The lieutenant) closed his eyes.

"You'd shoot your own officer?" Said Towering (The enemy).

"Yep. Won't be the first officer I've killed, neither," said Jackrum. "You ain't going nowhere, friend, except down. Easy or hard.. I don't care." The bow creaked.

"You're just bluffing, mister."

"On my oath, I am not a bluffing man. I don't think we was ever introduced, by the way. Jackrum's the name.

The change in the man was a whole-body event. Towering seemed to get smaller, as if every cell had said "oh dear" very quietly to itself. He sagged, and Blouse slumped a little.
"Can I-"
"To late," Said Jackrum.

Even the enemy nearly fainted when he realized who he was against.

That's badass.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 Indubitably...