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L I M I T L E S S is based around almost complete freedom of character creation. You can be almost as overpowered you want, and be almost anything. As long as you put quality and effort into your character, almost anything goes. There are some rules regarding the limits of your character's power to keep the experience fun which are stated in the Regarding section on Character Powers.

Lyra is an incredibly large and diverse galaxy. Your character could come from anywhere within it. Therefore, I am giving you the added freedom of creating your own planet! You can create a planet and city or area within it for your character to preside, and further detail it to your heart's desire. The only required piece about locations is you must state a certain city or area where your character lives.

An entire planet? That's so much to think about! Which is why, in the Settings/Locations tab, I have created 3 example planets, each with 2 cities/areas. You do not have to follow the format directly (in fact I strongly suggest you don't, it was a bitch to bbcode), but they will serve as a base for what a planet can be like. For full information on planet creation and where you may live, please see the Regarding section on Planet Creation.

Below, I have given you a basic outline to use for your character sheet. You may feel free to customize the layout and add to the information however you like, but you must at least keep the information on there.

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• Name: Gaunt Kindel
  
  
  Title: The Austrander
  
  
  Age: 175 (his species' average lifespan is 300-350 years)
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Appearance: Stocky and purple-skinned humanoid, with long dark-purple hair, a broad nose, and sharp, piercing eyes. The scars and folds of his facial skin give him the appearance of having a perma-scowl. Typically dresses in a wide-brimmed hat and drapes a thick blue cape over his body. Under the cape, one can catch the occasional glimpse of adventuring equipment and light body armor.
  
  
  
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  The city of New Austrand, as seen from the Falzan Portal
  
  
  >>> N E W . A U S T R A N D
  
  
  Gaunt hails from the city of New Austrand, located at the nexus of several intersecting dimensions. The city itself is a sort of "quantum construct", and travel in any direction - even down through the ground or up through the heavens - leads to different dimensions. Its residents have become accustomed to being in and out of phase with a variety of other realities, from nightmarish demon realms, to futuristic utopias, to magic-rich high fantasy dimensions, and everything in between.
  
  
  The city is currently called "New Austrand" because 55 years ago, it was completely destroyed in a multi-dimensional war, as demons from a realm of eternal pain got bored after killing everyone and went looking for new thrills. New Austrand is the fruits of Old Austrand's Pyrrhic victory.
  
  
  
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  Planet Falza, Lyra. Current population: 1
  
  
  >>> P L A N E T . F A L Z A
  
  
  A semi-stable dimensional gate resides on planet Falza, a deadworld circling the outskirts of Lyra. The Falzan Portal is being held open artificially by beings known only as "the shadow people", and can only be passed when they allow it - this is why Gaunt is currently trapped on the other side. The gateway is unstable and can be collapsed through destructive means, however it is also Gaunt's only way home, so one of the duties he assigns himself is to protect this gate, until such time as he can be granted passage home.
  
  
  Up until about a century ago, Falza's chief export was starving refugees. Before that, it was kar'n, a root vegetable that was very sweet but not very nutritious, so it was most commonly distilled into alcohol by other cultures. There are barely any records of Falzan culture in any database throughout the galaxy, and an old artifact hunter like Gaunt can tell from their society's remains that even those records were a huge waste of time. Falzans did nothing but grow and process kar'n until they died or evacuated.
  
  
  Based on what little evidence Gaunt has seen, Falzans suffered a sudden and crippling drought. Kar'n stopped growing up fully, everywhere, but for reasons which are unclear. Kar'n bulbs, which used to grow to the size of watermelons, only matured to the size of golf balls, and their stiffer innards were no longer fit for distilling or most forms of food.
  
  
  Gaunt has found that sucking on raw kar'n bulbs causes him mild intoxication, similar to being drunk. It's the one and only thing about this crummy planet he likes.
  
  
  
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  Camptown
  
  
  >>> C A M P T O W N
  
  
  Kindel has claimed a small nearby town as his base of operations. He doesn't know what it's called, and refers to it as "Camptown". Camptown is in a valley, a quarter mile below the plateau where the Falzan Portal sits. The glimmering edges of the portal can be seen from this distance, so Gaunt can keep an eye on the portal from here. For added measure, he has fashioned a crude
  
  
  The city itself hasn't been officially inhabited for close to 50 years, and is for the most part a crumbling and stagnated ruin. Gaunt was able to get power and sanitation working, so what little infrastructure is connected still works. The Falzan tech-level before their fall was about 10-20 years ahead of ours, so Gaunt has access to most modern conveniences (lights, heat, bathrooms, kitchen, a web-driven source of information and computing, that sort of thing).​
• Likes: Alien artifacts, problems to solve, and candy (which has an intoxicating effect on his physiology).
  
  
  Dislikes: Disrespectful punks, bullies, and anyone that abuses power
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  People meeting Gaunt for the first time will find him to be a man of few words, and the "few words" he does utter are usually curt and somewhat negative. However, as someone gets to know him, they will find that he's fiercely honest and loyal almost to a fault.
  
  
  Gaunt conducts himself with a "code of honor" that seems foreign to most, but basically puts a premium on treating people fairly and having zero tolerance for people who abuse their power. In his culture, it is common for people to learn from their mistakes and to not shame others for failing, so he's used to the idea that you need not kill an opponent to end the damage that they do - the chances are actually quite good that they will simply learn the error of their ways. However, this is an uncommon trait outside of New Austrand, and in those situations where the death of a "problem" really is the only lasting solution, he will begrudgingly end a life with no immediate remorse.
  
  
  "Immediate", of course, being the key word; some nights, Gaunt is haunted by the lives he's been forced to end. He tries to drown these sorrows in intoxication, which for his physiology means anything with a high sugar content. This is why he LOVES candy.
  
  
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  Background:
  
  
  The city of New Austrand exists in a pocket dimension which connects dozens of larger realities. Its residents have become accustomed to being in and out of phase with a variety of other realities, from nightmarish demon realms, to futuristic utopias, to magic-rich high fantasy dimensions, and everything in between.
  
  
  Gaunt Kindel was born and raised in this city, and practically BY this city, since back when it was just called "Austrand". He was orphaned at an early age, and forced into local underground gladiatorial arenas, where he learned to fight and survive against a variety of opponents. It was during this time that Gaunt was educated in the "Austrander's Code Of Duty" (as most Austrander soldiers and gladiators were at the time), a complex code of conduct that puts heavy emphasis on duty, commitment, and fairness.
  
  
  When he became of age, he earned his freedom and became a member of New Austrand's military, where he protected the borders from malicious denizens of the less savory dimensions. He was the key person central to driving back two invasion attempts (one from demons and another from insectoids), one of which leveled virtually the entire city and wiped out 80% of the population.
  
  
  The Austrander's Code Of Duty fell out of popular use after the destruction of Austrand, and over 98% of its devotees died in those conflicts. As the city was rebuilt over a few decades, and Gaunt continued fighting the good fight at its "borders", his adherence to the Austrander's Code earned him the nickname "The Austrander" - originally intended to be a tongue-in-cheek way of calling him "a broken fossil", but later becoming a term of respect and endearment.
  
  
  Gaunt remained a high-profile member of the military during the rebuilding, but a thousand near-scrapes with death at the frontiers of reality took their toll on his psyche, so he asked to be discharged, and his request was granted. However, you can never really take the fight out of a soldier, and it wasn't like he could retire to a life of accounting, so when law and order was needed for the once-again-growing New Austrand, he signed on with the NAC (New Austrand Constables, the city's police force).
  
  
  After two decades of being a "celebrity cop", internal corruption forced him out. N'darkoti, one of New Austrand's most notorious gangsters, lost millions of credits in his gambling and slave trafficking rackets, and pretty much every single raid that destroyed one of his dens of vice was led by "The Austrander". So, once he finally owned the right people in the right places, it was easy to have Gaunt fired from the force on a trumped-up charge of accepting bribes.
  
  
  Gaunt became a mercenary-for-hire, successfully using the gimmick of his war record and "celebrity cop" status to get jobs. Most of his workload consisted of private detective and bodyguard work, however one of his regular customers was a relic hunter. He hired Gaunt to accompany him on excursions to outer dimensions to gather objects for study. Gaunt gathered much of his esoteric arsenal from these missions - and was often forced to use them during his numerous escapes.
  
  
  One day, Gaunt was hired by N'darkoti as additional muscle to oversee the payment of a debt. The story (which is told in the "Writing Sample" section) can be summarized thus: Gaunt was ambushed by an overwhelming number of shadowy creatures.
  
  
  He woke up to a shadowy face, welcoming him to Valhalla.
  
  
  
• • Practical Combat Style

  • The Austrander has experienced close-quarters combat from dozens of different cultures across several dimensions. He has developed what he calls a "practical" approach to combat. Prefers non-lethal tactics, but also not afraid to kill an opponent that will certainly pose a future threat.
• • Practical Combat Style
  • WEAPON: Jacksaber
  • WEAPON: Jacksaber
  • WEAPON: Pushblaster
  • GADGET: Der Kosmotron
  • GADGET: Der Kosmotron
  • GADGET: Tendril Harness
  • GADGET: Bangers
  • GADGET: Nova Wisps
  • GADGET: Mask Of Lom-Gibboth
  • GADGET: Morphtool
  • ARMOR: The Gentleman's Impermeable

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    - By using simple and practical tactics he gets his results with a minimum of energy spent. This means he can generally conserve energy and last longer in extended showdowns.
    
    
    - This approach also compensates for his basic lack of "super powers" by giving him great situation and environment awareness. He knows how to use the tools and places available to him as weapons.
    
    
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    - He has to study his opponent before he can determine a "practical" approach to defeating them. This makes the first part of most fights very rough on him, and if an opponent has an especially unorthodox offense, can result in some pretty big hits getting through early in a match.
    
    
    - He has no powers of his own and must use weapons, artifacts, and tools to do a lot of the things he's familiar with doing. These tools of his trade can of course be dropped or stripped from him.
  • The Jacksaber is a sword from a dimension of magic, which changes size based on the wielder's rage level. The angrier Gaunt gets, the bigger the blade gets. The Austrander has trained himself to focus his rage into several different sizes, ranging from "small fruit knife" to "medium-sized surfboard". If thrown to the deepest depths of his uncontrolled rage, the sword has been known to get as big as a small building.
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    This is the only weapon in The Austrander's arsenal specifically designed to draw blood, so he tends to avoid using it if at all possible. Given its size (and mass) changing properties, it plays a huge role in Gaunt's more dramatic finishing moves.
  • The "MBX-14 Pushblaster" is a relic from the remains of a futuristic utopia world. It's a pistol shaped device that shoots fist-sized blasts of concussive force up to 100 feet away. It has precise aim and no kickback, so The Austrander uses it one-handed as a way to "hit" people and things from a distance. Solar powered, with a 12-hour backup battery. Only lethal at point-blank range against an unarmored target.
  • "Der Kosmotron" ("Kosmo" for short) is the name of a self-aware AI program powering a smartphone-esque device. It was the last remaining "survivor" of a near-future universe, where AI was tasked with studying the nature of magic and cosmic might. Der Kosmotron's onboard sensors are designed to detect every form of quantum resonance, meaning that it can detect any form of super power or ability that a living being has, and can also identify the magical properties of artifacts.
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    In addition to this, Der Kosmotron's memory can store up to three quantum resonance signatures and replicate them. Gaunt can access and control these powers via voice commands.
    
    
    In addition to a helpful personality and user-friendly interface, Der Kosmotron features a clock, a camera, a calendar, a day planner, and a GPS. There's several fun games on there as well, but Gaunt has no time for such things.
  • The Tendril Harness is an artifact left behind by the demons who destroyed Austrand. It produces shadowy tendrils up to 25 feet in length. They aren't much good for lifting things, but they are nigh-indestructible and prehensile, making them ideal for grappling, climbing, and constricting. Gaunt mostly uses this to get to high places or to grapple things while falling. The Harness is worn around the waist.
  • Gaunt's personal creation, they are golf-ball sized concussion grenades that explode on impact rather than via timer. He makes them using proximity detectors and powdered explosives obtained from a contemporary dimension very similar to our own. They pack a much bigger wallop than the Pushblaster, but only within about 8 feet of the explosion. Typically used to flush opponents out from cover, although in sandy or dusty environments they can also kick up a lot of cloudy dust. No shrapnel or heat, so they cause little collateral damage, but if they explode too close to someone's face or head they will cause temporary blindness/deafness.
  • Nova wisps are fantastic sprite-like creatures from an etherial dimension. They possess minimal intelligence but can be trained, and their training is inherited by their offspring. The Austrander has trained a hive of them to live in a pouch that he keeps in one of his pockets, and they freak out within seconds of being removed from the pouch, flying quickly in whatever direction they are thrown in and exploding in an intense light display when they hit something. Used as "flash-bangs" to temporarily blind opponents, but the pouch itself can also be used as a light source.
  • Once paid to usurp a "dark god" in a savage dimension, The Austrander discovered that the "god" was in fact an extraterrestrial charlatan named Lom-Gibboth, who was using hallucinogenic gas to keep the locals in check. His mask turned out to be a hermetically sealed breathing apparatus of alien design, making it ideal as both a gas mask and as a device for breathing underwater.
  • An artifact from a futuristic dimension. The Morphtool is a flat wallet-sized chunk of silvery metal that can change into a variety of small, simple tools (e.g. lockpicks, screwdrivers, saws, etc).
  • This unique breastplate was discovered while exploring the ruins of a steampunk dimension. Designed to provide both protection and mobility, the Gentleman's Impermeable covers only the heart, neck, and major organs. A small on-board battery generates a magnetic "burst repulsion" wave that is triggered whenever an attack is detected; it works by softening the kinetic impact of incoming attacks, while a super-hardened alloy and a liner of ablative impact-resistant materials absorbs the rest of the damage. The generator for the battery is charged by movement, so if the wearer remains still after several blows, the burst repulsion field may stop working. The Impermeable is light and compact enough to be worn under most clothing.
  
  
  
  
• Writing Sample:
  
  
  In some dimensions, they have an expression - "Kill you with kindness". I never quite understood it until now.
  
  
  My name is Gaunt Kindel, and I'm a sword-for-hire. Of course, New Austrand has seen more blood and violence than it could ever care to for a thousand years. In these lean times, I take the jobs I can get. Even the ones that make my skin crawl.
  
  
  Case in point: N'darkoti.
  
  
  That shark-faced bastard is the reason I got kicked off the force, and have to resort to doing mercenary work in the first place. He was upset that I cost him a few million credits in loss by legally destroying his illegal operations. So, he "allegedly" had his lapdogs in the NAC bust me on trumped-up charges of bribery.
  
  
  "Water under the bridge!" he said, when I reminded him of this during our meeting. I rolled my eyes at this and replied, "Don't con me, you predator trash. I've had to swim through the water under that bridge, and it's littered with corpses. The fact that I'm still alive means you're lying."
  
  
  His chubby shark face, glaring at me from glassy eyes, offered only a razor-sharp smile. "Nonsense, Austrander. You are formidable and cunning. Having you against me simply made you bad for business. Getting you fired was sufficient for my needs." He sighed, then added, "Besides, a being of your reputation cannot simply vanish, and so, believe it or not, even I couldn't get away with having you killed."
  
  
  I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, I know. I'm just amazed it only took your usual network of bone-heads this long to tell you about it."
  
  
  N'darkoti snarled then retorted, "Well, clever as always, Gaunt. But at the end of this conversation, only one of us will still be an aging sell-sword in a city of peace. Now, if you don't want double your normal rate for a one-day job, that's fine with me. I just need someone on this who is sharp and clever enough to outwit even myself, and you're the first person I thought of. So take my money or don't, Austrander, but one way or another, this unpleasant exchange of words ends in sixty seconds. Have I made myself clear?"
  
  
  And so, my ego fully massaged and the clock ticking, I did the stupid thing: I took the money.
  
  
  The job was to be within N'darkoti's entourage as he met with one of his debtors. As was explained to me by one of his goons, N'darkoti was in deep with some especially bad beings from a place called Lyra, and although he was paying the debt back in full, he was technically a few years late on his end of the deal. My job was to be the eyes and ears of the group. If I see something, I make the call, and do everything in my power to get N'darkoti out of that meeting alive.
  
  
  I was again reminded that my skill and experience were the key to this operation's success. I can now appreciate the irony of this.
  
  
  During the meeting, I was focused intently on the Lyran, a shadowy black creature. He brought no entourage and came alone, which seemed odd to me, but everyone else treated it like a normal thing. The meeting was conducted in a language I'd never heard before. After several relatively calm minutes of this chatter, N'darkoti pointed directly at me and said, "As promised. Now swear that I have paid the master in full."
  
  
  "I SO SWEAR," said the Lyran's voice. From all directions, in a unified chorus.
  
  
  The blackness was upon me in an impossible swiftness. I drowned in a sea of constricting darkness, both hands pinioned against my weapons as I tried to draw them.
  
  
  Blinded by praise. Deafened by duty. Killed with kindness.
  
  
  And that is how I came to be here in Lyra, and how I was told I'd have the opportunity to be a god, here, far away from New Austrand and its familiarity.
  
  
  I accept this duty by The Code, because I must. But I don't want to ascend.
  
  
  

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• Name: Corelina Dugas Danaë
  
  
  Nickname: Coral
  
  
  Title: Blue Diyamond (pronounced Blue Die-a-mond)
  
  
  Age: 23 (92 in human years)
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Appearance: Corelina resembles a nymph, and she basically is one, only she isn't. She is actually a neyavi, one of the four main creatures on Elementria (see Location for more detail). Her skin is pale blue, and she has pointed ears like an elf. She has messy, out-of-place blue hair, which goes down to her waist, and dark blue eyes. She has a cut on her left cheek, and a scar running down her arm. On her forehead she has a tattoo of a blue diamond, which is her mark of power, as well as her weak spot. Her back is covered with tattoos of seashells and skulls, and her arm is covered with tattoos of waves. When in the water, she has a long, aqua blue tail instead of legs. She always wears an icy-blue, thin top with laces on the front, along with tattered black jeans. She doesn't wear shoes, since she used to live in water, which meant it was never quite natural for her.
  
  
  
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  Elementria is split into four sections, continents if you will. These are Closki, Ocinia, Valkra, and Junalee. Closki used to be part of Junalee, before that large section of land was lifted into the air. It is basically one massive floating island, with a mountain to the east of the island. The rest of the island is made up of futuristic cities. Ocinia is a series of small islands, as well as a huge underwater city. It is mainly ocean, but the islands are made up of beaches and forests. Valkra is a Volcanic island, surrounded by a lake of fire. Only Valkrans, the native specie to Valkra, can actually survive there, because of it's intense heat. Junalee is made up of medieval-style villages, and vast jungles and rainforests. It is the largest continent on Elementria, but not the most populated.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  As mentioned above, Closki is a floating island in the sky. To the east of the island, there is a mountain knows as Mount Clo. The mountain is rocky, and snowy at the top. The rest of the island is covered in futuristic cities, the main one being Klisa.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Klisa is the capitol of Closki, the main city of the island. It is extremely populated, and is where most of the government buildings in Closki are. In fact, it's where the main government buildings on the whole of Elementria are found!
  
  

  

  
  
  
  The main inhabitants of Closki are fairy-like creatures called Winfla. They are the size of normal humans, but have large, feathery wings on their back. They can control the weather, and fly. Their skin is usually pale, and their hair/eye color ranges from pink to purple.
  
  
  
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  As mentioned above, Ocinia is mainly made up of small island in the ocean. There are a total of 16 islands, but only one of them contain life. That one is called Ocan, and it is covered in small villages. It is the largest island in Ocan, and the third largest island on Elementia (the largest being Valkra and the second largest being Closki).
  
  

  

  
  
  
  There is a bridge on the water connecting each island, but to get to the underwater cities you have to actually be able to breathe underwater. Most cities are completely underwater, however one emerges above the water. This one is called Oconica.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Most of Oconica is submerged underwater, but the tops of the buildings are completely out of the water. The buildings themselves are quite modern, but the fact some is underwater and some isn't can make the people living there feel quite uneasy.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  The main inhabitants of Ocinia are nymph-like creatures called neyav. On land, they are basically humans, but underwater they are more like mermaids. Basically, if water touches every part of their body, their legs are transformed into tails, and if they are completely dry, their tails transform into legs. They can breathe both underwater and on land, and can control water. Their skin is usually a light blue, and their hair/eye color a shade of blue.
  
  
  
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  Valkra is a rocky, volcanic island floating in the middle of a lake of lava. It is the largest island on the entire planet, and, of course, the only volcano. The volcano is in fact active, and has been known to destroy many settlements down below. Because of this, there are no villages, towns or cities left in Valkra, and most people living there live in cave systems underground.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  The main inhabitants of Valkra are creatures called Valkrians. Their shape is like that of a humans, but they are made of fire. They have flaming hair, and their actual skin is red, y'know, underneath all the flames. They do not burn at all, and can control fire at will.
  
  

  

  
  
  

  

  
  
  Trees for as far as the eye can see, Junalee was and always will be a jungle. At first sight, that is all it is, a jungle. But as you look into it deeper, you would find hidden treasures. It is filled with medieval villages, mostly abandoned ones but villages none the less. There are a few with actual creatures living in them, with Alakazania being the most recognisable.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Alakazania is a medieval-style village hidden deep within the jungles of Junalee. It is quite a small community, with almost everyone knowing almost everyone. While it is undeveloped in the means of science, it is filled with magic, and is the birthplace of many great witches and wizards.
  
  

  

  
  
  
  Rokli are the main inhabitants of Junalee. They are powerful forces of nature, able to control any living plant. They worship many different gods and goddesses, the main one being Natashi, Goddess of the Jungle. They have green skin, usually painting other bits of green around their faces. Their hair is usually messy, and the color green, with their eyes being a grey.
  
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  City/Area: Corelina grew up in Oconica, but she doesn't live there now. Now, she tends to move around a lot, never staying in one place for too long. However, she has never left Ocinia.
  
  
  
• Likes
  
  
  +Water+
  
  
  +Diamonds+
  
  
  +The Color Blue+
  
  
  +Swordplay+
  
  
  +Sand+
  
  
  +Parkour+
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  +Fire+
  
  
  +Lava+
  
  
  +The Color Red+
  
  
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  Personality: Corelina is a trickster, a thief, and an all-around outlaw. She doesn't care about the rules, nor does she listen to the law. She is a daredevil, willing to do anything she must - unless is involves the police. They just don't seem to understand that all she wants is a little bit of fun! Of course, she was a troubled child, so you'd expect her to be a bit of a rebel, right? Well, Coral just seems to break that expectation and comes out as a full-on criminal mastermind. It's hard to be the good guy, surely you understand that, but it's even more difficult for this young girl. It's not her fault she's this way, it's her parents fault for not looking after her as they should of. Deep down, she's a sensitive soul, and the only way she can hide from that is if she causes a little bit of trouble. You could say she's a badass, because, well, she is. A good fight is hard to find, but Coral will always be there to beat the heck out of you.
  
  
  Background: Oh god, where do I begin? Corelina had a hard time being a child, and she never really liked to talk about it once she grew up. She was born as a twin to Aquanik, a boy who you could say should have turned out the way Coral did. Aquanik, or Aqua or short, was a goody-two-shoe, always telling on Coral even when she did nothing. Well, it was obviously something that she did, but what I mean is nothing too bad. The two looked exactly the same, only Coral had longer, messier hair and Aqua had shorter, neater hair. They were a great pair as babies, and always had that love in them. At least, until they grew up.
  
  
  Once Coral hit the age of 5, her emotions let themselves out. She had always been sensitive, and tried to hide that part of her, but after her father died... Well, all hell broke lose. For a girl who had spent her entire life underwater, going up to the surface was a scary thought, but it was the only place she could go to run away from her feelings. So she went, and she loved it. Fast forward one year, and she decided to run away from home and live above the water. At the time she was only 6, but in human years that was 24. She looked 6, but in reality she was a grown-up. So, she packed her bags and left, but not before doing one, little crime. She stole a diamond from the local museum. What? She had always loved diamonds, so she just couldn't resist. However, this tiny diamond changed her fate forever. She didn't know it had been given to the queen of Elementria, the queen of the entire planet as a 100th birthday gift, so, of course, when she found out she knew she was wanted almost everywhere. In order to not get found, she embedded the diamond on her forehead, giving her greater powers than she already had as a neyav. At this time, she became an outlaw, and fled to the surface, hiding on one of the islands in Ocinia.
  
  
  Anyone who found her would be in for a great fight. She learnt how to use a sword, how to harness her powers, and how to fight in general. She was feared across the land, and soon slipped into the pages of legend. All while she was still a youngster. By the time word had gotten out to everyone in Ocinia, she was only 8, or 32 in human years. She loved the newfound popularity, even if she was infamous instead of famous. She harnessed the fear, and soon became the most wanted outlaw on Elementria. She got herself some tattoos (kindly put on by a terrified victum who was promised to be let out alive if he gave her a bunch of sea-based tattoos), got a few cuts from battles, and then she became a proper criminal.
  
  
  So that was her life. As from then, she spent all her time running, fighting, stealing, and hiding. She was never caught, because she was just too good. She never made any friends, because everyone wanted her locked up. Did she care? Of course not! She loved it! However, her wonderful life was turned upside down when she was whisked away to Valhalla, where she would have to try her best to become a- god? Maybe this change of events didn't have to suck!
  
  
  
  
  
  
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• Writing Sample: Smiling, Corelina wandered through the abandoned forest of Icinda, one of the Southern Islands of Ocinia. It was a beautiful day, with the morning sun shining through the green leaves of the tall trees which reached up to the sky so far above. A make-shift waterskin was hanging over her shoulder, leaking water every few steps to emphasize on the fact she didn't have long, which unfortunately made her ripped blue t-shirt wet. A tiny, brown sack of stolen gold coins was strapped to her tattered black jeans. Her bare feet had become dirty from the muddy ground, but she didn't seem to care. She had barely escaped the last battle with her life, only just survived the darkness that fell in the night to bring danger with every turn, and had been given yet another chance to change as the new sun rose. She had always thought about trying to change, but every single time she had told herself, No. I will not change, I never will.
  
  
  Just as she hopped over a glistening stream, a boy jumped down from a tree. He had shaggy, purple hair, and dreamy, deep-blue eyes. His skin was pale blue, and his build was that of an athlete. While his clothes were the type you'd expect a rich person to wear, you could tell he was poor by the patches on his black trousers, the mud splattered across his plain, white t-shirt, and the holes in his ruby-red cape. Any typical rich nayavi would try their best to ignore him, thinking he was a disgrace to their kind. Any typical poor female nayavi would look upon him and mutter, "Wow, he is hot."
  
  
  "Hey, good lookin'," the boy greeted. "Am I in heaven? Because you look like an angel."
  
  
  Corelina rolled her eyes. "Oh please, if anything your in hell. Now get out my way before the devil comes to get ya."
  
  
  He frowned. "Devil?" His eyes darted up to Coral's forehead, so he had a perfect view of the diamond. "Oh crap..." he muttered under his breath, before slowly backing away.
  
  
  "Suddenly afraid?" Corelina asked, stepping forward to keep the same distance between them. A smirk formed across her face, her eyes growing to complete the creep, psychopathic look.
  
  
  He nodded rapidly, a petrified look on his face.
  
  
  "Well, your not getting away that easily..."
  
  
  He gulped, as he slowly pulled out an iron sword. Iron? Ha! He's got no chance... she thought.
  
  
  Coral pulled her sword out from underneath her shirt, and lunched towards the boy. He blocked the attack with his sword, the iron rusting slightly against the ynisite. This made the boy even more afraid, but it didn't stop him fighting. He pulled his sword away, and jumped back slightly, before going in to stab Coral. The tattoo on her forehead began to glow, and some sort of invisible force blocked the sword. Obviously, she had summoned a protective bubble around her, one of the awesome powers the queens diamond had given her.
  
  
  "Ha! Is that all you got?" the Blue Diyamond laughed, putting her sword back where it was before and then putting her hands together in a cup shape. What she was doing was creating a ball of water, which would be her next attack before she moved onto her throwing knifes. The one problem with the protective bubble was she couldn't attack while it was there. All she could do was stay exactly where she was, while deflecting any attacks coming towards her. Luckily, while she waited for the spell to die out, the opponent seemed to be frozen in shock, his face filled with utter terror.
  
  
  As soon as the bubble died, Corelina chucked the ball of water at the boy, then went to collect her throwing knifes. She threw each one at lightning speed, attempting to hit the boy but failing each time. He didn't come back at her. Realising she was going to win this battle, Coral sprinted towards the boy and pushed him to the ground, keeping one hand on his shoulder and one foot on his chest. She was so close she could actually hear his accelerated heartbeat, and feel his cool breath against her warm face.
  
  
  "Your lucky you get to live," the outlaw told him in a whisper, before picking up the fallen knifes. Unfortunately, the boy beat her to the last one.
  
  
  "It's... not... over... yet..." He was struggling to breath, but had no problem whatsoever with the knife. As Corelina backed away, he threw it towards her, the knife clashing against her cheek and leaving a nasty cut. There wasn't much she could do, so Coral fled, and swore to never speak of that moment...
  
  
  
  
  
  

I want to ascend.

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• Name: Pazzos Meldanium
  
  
  Alias: Ring Wouj La
  
  
  Age: One year to the Dead Ringers, is One-hundred years to regular humans, so taking that into consideration, Pazzo is twenty-one hundred years old.
  
  
  Sex Origin: Since birth, Pazzo had been known as a male, though there is a high possibility this could have been different, and he by some odd twisted coincidence could have been born with male genitalia and still been a female, though no trace of female genitalia or upper features existed. Yes, yes hes definitely a female.
  
  
  Racial Profile: Pazzo belonged to a race known as "Ring Wouj La" otherwise known as "Dead Ringers". The most obvious reasoning behind the name given to them is the Red Ring placed upon, or around their forehead. These beings we're of high intelligence, thus placed higher in rank above the flesh sacks known as humans. Of course, normal human capabilities were viewed as the capabilities of a slug when it came to Strength, Agility, etc;. Focusing on strength, what normal humans could lift, they were able to handle at least 3 tons more than that. There is no denying their superiority. Another thing to note, is the levels of pressure they were able to withstand. They could easily walk through three hundred times the pressure that human beings felt.
  
  
  The Ring, as it were, stands for and represents many things on the Dead Ringers. One of the many things it stands for is age. The larger the ring, the older the Dead Ringer. An old man's ring would be an extremely large ring, just about the size of the head itself, starting from the left to right ear.
  
  
  Appearance: Anything he could get his hands on, he would find some way to wear it. Though hes currently wearing a long white hoodie, a black t-shirt, saggy black jeans, and a pair of extremely strong white tennis shoes, built for any terrain and any situation.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  [ / / E N D ], The Lyrian Waste Basket. Galactic Terrorists, Space Pirates, Warlords, Demons, Serial Killers, Run-Of-The-Mill Criminals. If they're a "threat" to "modern" society then it's more than likely they'll be picked off and thrown away, dumped into the living embodiment of "Trash".
  
  
  A once glorious, mesmerizing, and captivating view now plagued with settlements of all kinds, it's best to stay the landscape isn't in best condition. Barren wastelands, deserts as far as they eye can see, and just about two driplets of water per day to go by; yeah this isn't the most suitable living situation. (That's if you didn't live in New Heaven ). Any and all wildlife have been held captive for various reasons, only the greatest of organizations and gangs possessed actual livestock. Pollution is a thing, and quite a nasty one at that. If you do happen to find an animal strutting around out there.. it's more than likely poisoned from the toxins their motorcycles and edge-mobiles constant expel on a daily basis.
  
  
  Being such a rough territory, people often ask what keeps these lowlifes from simply taking off and heading to another planet- dog tags. To those who aren't nomads, traveling from place to place, they are given a dog tag; immediately beheading the individual who leaves the planet's surface. Welcome to your new home, boys and girls.
  
  
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  " [ T H E O U T P O S T], a desolate waste, home to the baddest of bad- strategically that is. You've got your Guerilla Warfare, your economic and territory wars, but ain't nothin worse here than the power struggle. You see, once a man gains power, he gains a lot of things; fame and wealth are just helpful benefits. Though don't worry, the guys and gals in [ T H E O U T P O S T ] won't rough you up too bad. " - Slim Johnny/ Self-Appointed Mayor of [ T H E O U T P O S T ]
  
  
  Granted the name START CITY, [ T H E O U T P O S T ] is the landing pad for all wannabe gunslingers and rag taggers from all across the multiverse trying to make a name for themselves. Don't be surprised if you run into action not even seconds after arriving, that's just how it works here.. Kill or be Killed.
  
  
  
  
  
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  [ NEW HEAVEN ], the neutral ground, the safe zone; or so you thought. Led by Quinten Miller, CEO of THE FIRST CORP, [ NEW HEAVEN] is filled with those who acknowledge their wrongdoings and wish to repent for their crimes against humanity..or any beings for that matter. Thinking of it as a ever-expansive correctional facility, it's no wonder why this location has the lowest crime rate to date. Of course, not everyone is willing to sacrifice their dignity to spend a little time in bliss city.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  [bLACK MARKET] is a travelling space ship that often comes to visit [ NEW HEAVEN ]. By selling his wares, The Pirate King Spack Jarrow is able to give food and necessities to the common people all while getting a quick buck and some good old fashioned hospitality. All in all, this is a good place to live, if you can mentally afford it.
  
  
  
• Likes The heat of battle, his pet Eli, cute girls.
  
  
  Dislikes: Dead Ringers, The Earthen Military, not cute girls.
  
  
  Personality: Deep within the confides of his subconscious rests an untapped, raw form of anger, one condensed and concentrated on everything Dead and Ringer. Despite his overwhelming hulk-like rage, Pazzo manages to remain level headed in virtually any other situation. Often approaching things from a calm and respective manner, it's not every day he'll ever get mad about something. He's a mercenary after-all, and a damn good one; concealing his emotions in order to complete the task given is his job.
  
  
  Background:December 21st, 2012: The Apocalypse.
  
  
  It was a spectacle for some, the ascension of mankind. Rays of light crashed through the skies, those of African descent being enveloped by it's radiance. Stories, legends, fairy tales, folklore, they all spoke of the superior ethnicity; the superior race. Power filled the bodies of those ascended individual, memories of tragedy's past quickly bursting through their minds. "We are the chosen people" said The Ascended "We will lead this world into a new era". Never before had there been such a massive genocide in the history of existence. "Eliminate those that scorned us in passing".
  
  
  The Ascended, with no true guidance, did their best in swiftly ridding the world of those who did not match their original ethnicity.
  
  
  December 31st, 2012: The Ascension
  
  
  10 Days had passed since Armageddon, The Ascended by this time had all gathered in the only place they knew they could..
  
  
  "My fellow Ascended"
  
  
  A man once known as the nation's leader stepped before them all, his figure changed dramatically from it's former. "Let us shed the skin of that which held is back. Let us no longer be chained by that which kept us bound. Nou lib kounye a." Rings began to form upon their foreheads "Ansanm ak mwen moute ..Nou se yo menm ki Zèl"! The man now known as "Moute Youn" became showered by cries and cheers as he looked towards the sun; a new horizon before them all.
  
  
  [ Years Upon Years Later ]
  
  
  It's been some time since this occurred, The Dead Ringers have enslaved humankind and it's an all out warzone. Resistances from across the globe have united in an attempt to stop their climb to power; none were successful. Without going too much into detail, Pazzo was outcasted due to them thinking he wasn't true to the ringer lineage, turns out they were wrong. Ever since then, Pazzo's been traveling with THE RESISTANCE, a rag tag band of mercs who hate the way things are going and wish to do something about it.
  
  
  During one of their missions they were jumping from dimension to dimension and somehow found themselves stuck here, after going from planet to planet to secure what they could, they decided to set base in [ / / E N D ]; the only planet scummy enough for them to lie low for a little bit. Currently, Pazzo is investigating their mysterious arrival and if there are any ways to return back home. [Crappy TLDR Background it's k. ]
  
  
  
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  • WEAPON: Nerf Gun
  • WEAPON:Persuadertron
  • TOOL: T.T
  • TOOL: Emp Grenades
  • SECONDARY WEAPON: Divinite
  • MAIN WEAPON: Dezòd & Lapè
  • POWERS: Tatik Brutal
  • TOOL: Lyèzon Zam
  • SECONDARY WEAPON: Elemental Crystals
  • ARMOR: Destriktè Pi

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    Non Eccentric Railgun Fire! - This gun, otherwise known as N.E.R.F is one of his main guns used whenever entering combat. It is a Rail Gun that shot dart like bullets, being able to rip through tanks with ease. Not to mention, when the battery like contraption attached to gun is used, it could determine how fast the bullet could travel, and how much of an impact it had once it made contact with whatever it is shot. The way it is determined, is by how long the shot is charged, this charge had a few tricks to it. When the charge is little, it is able to shot out bullets faster than a minigun. When the charge is heavy, it only shot a few rounds, but those rounds could be compared to an 18-wheeler being shot at you with a speed twice as fast as a normal rail cannon.
    
    
    
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    This is one of his main guns used on the field. The DAEI-P01 otherwise known as known as "The Persuader" or "Persuadertron" is a gun compacted with enough energy to equal that of a proton beam cannon. Unlike N.E.R.F it didn't need a charge to release it's most powerful shots, it had drivers filled with energy that gave Persuadertron the energy it needed to create such a blast. When a large attack such as that one is used, it would use up half of the driver's energy. When smaller blasts were used, it only took one-third of the driver. Pazzo held five drivers on person, and kept ten more in a storage device he kept close to the propulsion system on his back. He only used this gun when force is needed in the situation, if he had to, he avoided using it, but most situations always need force to resolve, hence why it is one of his main guns.
    
    
    
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    T.Ts or "Tracer Turrets", were guns that always remained on the field once they were brought out. They had a power equal to the one-third shot of Persuadertron, and could fire shots just about the same speed as a minigun if not more. The reason they had such a weak power level is because of the number that is able to be used at once. Pazzo could withdraw up to five of these from propulsion system(which also doubled as a backpack when needed) found strapped to his back. The reason he is able to fit five is due to the fact that the turret is original compacted into a tiny disc, a disc small enough to fit five of in a backpack. Once they were brought out, they folded out almost instantly and began their relentless attack.
    
    
    
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    Well, they are grenades that after landing, send out an electro magnetic pulse. They've been modified to not affect the user, the user having a canceler made within the suit of armor that cloaks him. The blast radius off the grenade is 20 feet wide, and it affects the area in a 360 degree circle. Taking down any and all weapons and suits affected by such a grenade.
    
    
    
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    A jet black monstrosity crafted from a mix of Obsidian and Diamond. Divinite was no ordinary Halberd as most could tell. The first noteworthy feature on the tool of destruction would be the sharp blade and it's equally sharp side-kick to the left of it. A feature added to the blade that wasn't shown in many picture specs of the weapon was that it had retractable smaller blades of the same material that loaded out and covered the blade. These smaller blades emerged from the tip that could be folded back and reveal it's storage. The blades were connected to a chain and given a rotation engine that runs through that small narrow section of the blade near the bottom up to the very tip. To put it in a more simplistic way, a chainsaw blade. Of course, the tip would be the object to make contact with the body first before anything but it didn't hurt to have some rotating blades on the sides just to make sure you got in there nice and deep.
    
    
    This tip could also be retracted to reveal a second barrel much like the first located on the bottom of the weapon that shot these smaller blades out with a speed similar to an uzi. Now these blades could be fired in two different fashions, they could be disconnected from the chain and fired as single slug blades, or they could stay connected to the chain. Not only that, the blades could connect themselves to the tip of the blade, the tip being fired in a fashion similar to how they fired harpoons. Once fired from the weapon, it would have a fairly quick withdraw speed; but in case he wanted to have a bit more fun with it, he could use this chained tip as a whip, reaching multiple opponents from medium to ranged distances with ease. The side blade could also be shot in a similar fashion for those moments where Pazzo really had to get the job done.
    
    
    Flipping the halberd, we come to a unusually large barrel. This barrel is complete with a few different rounds. High Explosive Rounds, Shrapnel Rounds, Heat Seeking Rounds, Pressurized Rounds that were capable of matching the pressure emitted by Dezòd & Lapè, and finally a special kind of Pump Shotgun Round. Further explaining the Shotgun round, it was a round that could explode into more rounds. Let me explain, say this round is able to penetrate the body. The moment it makes contact, the shell will split in half, a few smaller shells with a smaller impact being shot out from it. The initial impact from the round is enough to highly damage if not kill someone, but the moment it reaches your body it will spread and spread, doing more and more damage to your body in the few milliseconds it spends traveling through it. All that will leave the body would be tiny little shells, easily compared to the size of a fly, but what would have been done to your body would be so much more than just a tiny little shell.
    
    
    The halberd had an attachable scope that Pazzo carried on his person so that he could achieve long-ranged sniper shots with ultimate precision. There was no distance he couldn't cover, however, the farther the distance the longer it would take to focus the scope. Sure, it's only a few seconds, but there is a plethora of things that could occur in just a few seconds of battle. The barrel could also enter a "spray mode", firing multiple rounds in multiple directions in order to penetrate multiple opponents at once, a street sweep if you will. With it's light weight and multi-functionality, this made for an interesting new addition to Pazzo's arsenal.
    
    
    
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    Dezòd & Lapè or "Yin & Yang" is the name of the dual swords he always kept on his person. Originally kept by two intergalactic serial killers known as "Harmony", he found himself subject to an attack by the two. After quickly subduing them, instead of ending the lives of the killers, he made a pact with them, promising to spare their lives as long as their souls were transferred into the blades themselves.
    
    
    These two blades contained many tricks, all shall be listed. The first trick known to most is their ability to extend to unlimited lengths and gain strength as long as the condition necessary is met. For Dezòd, it is two things, the first being light, sunlight, any form of light really, if those things were present, it is able to extend far. condensed forms of energy. The more condensed the energy, the stronger it is able to become. Not only that, it was able to fire off concentrated rays of light should it be exposed to the source of power. Think of it as weaponed solar panel.
    
    
    Lapè is the exact opposite of Dezòd, this meaning that it is able to extend and gain strength from darkness and shadows. Next had been raw energy, a more chaotic form of energy, if this type of energy had been around, it is able to consume said energy, not only gaining strength but extend in size. The offensive capability applies for this blade as it does the former.
    
    
    A second trick that is not known to many, is their ability to use said energy or element to heighten the strength of the blade itself. As it stood, it is able to stand one metric ton of pressure before collapsing. If they had a little charge it would raise to three to five metric tons. If they had a full charge, it is able to withstand six to eight tons of pressure before collapsing. (Little Charge = Two Turns, Big Charge = Four Turns)
    
    
    The final trick that both swords had is the ability to send waves of pressure out on the field. The level of pressure corresponded with the strength it is able to withstand, it took that strength, and used it as an offense attack, sending that level of pressure toward whatever needed to be destroyed at that moment. This offensive attack is their most brutal of tricks, and it is not known to many, it being used more often than one could take notice of.
    
    
    Something noted about the sword, not particularly trick related is the fact that the swords had mini propulsion systems in the butt of the blade. This allowed him to perform many maneuvers at speeds most could not.
    
    
    
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    U.D.S: The ring, center of his life, and center of his power, gave every Dead Ringer a unique power only specific to them. Some were used for chaos, some were used for healing, and some were used as a rather useless defense, Pazzo is one of those given a rather useless ability, of course this is how it seemed on the surface. Pazzo's power, is comprised of Binds, Restrictions, and Cancelers. At first, this looked like nothing useful, this of course is until he learned how to use his defense as an offense. He called this power the "Ultimate Destruction System".
    
    
    P.F.F.A: P.F.F.A or Personal Force-Field Alpha, is the name of the very first ability he discovered. With this ability he is able to throw force-fields, encasing them around the opponent with a 30 foot field. This field, is able to repel condensed and raw energy forms, sending them right back at the opponent the moment it touched the field. This field is not only sticky, but it is spherical, surrounding the whole entire opponent, the field even making it's way into the earths surface if necessary to surround the opponent. Now there were certain enemies he knew he'd have to face, with beams that could not get affected by fields, and for this, a special system as activated. This system is much like the human immune system, once it came into contact with the energy, it adapted to the energy, being able to read the energy as non-foreign and send it back at the opponent. The trick to this is, it is only able to repel that kind of energy once the immune system is activated, making the force field vulnerable to any other form of energy foreign to the one it adapted to.
    
    
    P.F.F.B: This ability is known as Personal Force Field Beta. It is the offensive form of the force field. He is able to rapidly project the barrier at intense speeds and densities. This said barrier, looking like a condensed energy blast, is actually quite the physical attack. The only role it played, is physical damage. When one is hit with this attack, it felt like being hit with 3 ton trucks at the speed of a proton beam cannon. This barrier of course could be shot in rounds, the highest amount of rounds were five, though the lower number of rounds, the stronger the blast is upon impact. This definitely is one of his more powerful attacks, and is something to look out for when combating the man.
    
    
    R.F: Refraction Field is known for one thing only, Refraction. If the energy is weak enough, it is able to alter the trajectory of the energy diagonally to the left or right, this of course is only if the energy blast is weak enough for it to alter such. Another condition is if the energy could even be modified by Pazzo, if it isn't the case, the energy would blow right through the field, as if it were nothing.
    
    
    R.R.D.U: R.R.D.U or Red Ring Deflection Unit is used in order to counter those who attempted to alter his energy. Every one of his weapon were made with the R.R.D.U, this is because when someone did attempt such a feat it would immediately do the following things, A. Follow the trace of the opponent, and diving into the access point used by the opponent to alter the users energy in the first place. Simply meaning if someone attempted to alter his energy, it would launch itself into whatever part of the body they used to alter his energy, and expand itself inside, getting larger and larger until the host body explodes. B. It is able to trace back to the host body, The W.B then being sent to bind the host body instead of the weapon itself. C. The moment a hint of alteration even began the energy would switch from either condensed to raw, or raw to condensed, allowing the blades to consume the energy. This method is necessary in order for him to avoid any fancy tricks being used on him when fighting the Dead Ringers, and any opponent who tried the same is just as dumb as they were.
    
    
    S.F: The S.F or Sensor Field, was used for those who liked to be cheap asses and attack Pazzo from the back. Once the battle began, this field would activate automatically, staying active for the duration of the fight. The moment anything foreign came within the range of the field, and image of said foreign thing would project itself on Pazzo's main screen(which would look like a hologram when Papiyon was used) allowing him to have eyes in all directions in a sense. This image would be projected to his screen instantaneously, I mean I'm talking like nanoseconds my dude, that shit is brutal. All around, this was used against those who intended on fighting dirty, and not playing nice.
    
    
    R.U.D.E: The Red Ring Ultimate Destruction Emitter is a back-up module for the R.R.D.U or Red Ring Deflection Unit. Located in a small pouch inside Papiyon's suit are millions of barely visible infectious parasites. These parasites are no ordinary parasites either. Located inside these parasites had been an energy that was harnessed from the Red Ring itself. This energy was rather special because before the parasites could even be sent out, they would require something from Pazzo; his blood. Without the blood of a Dead Ringer, their energy was completely useless. Now continuing on, these tiny parasites would spread like wild fire, touching and infecting anything they possibly could. Should they find themselves making physical contact with an opponent, whether it be their skin, their armor, their weapons, the stinger at the bottom would penetrate said object, injecting this energy into whatever it is it penetrated. From here, this energy would act like a poison, not only infecting the body, but substituting the energy inside of the body, armor, or weapon with their own. Once this energy had gotten into your system, armor, or weapon, all energy based attacks would require the usage of this energy to be completed; and without the blood of the Dead Ringer, they could do no such thing. Now once every battle, he had a special set of parasites he kept separate from the rest. These parasites infected and tampered with one's kinetic energy. Essentially, it was a binding technique that used the energy to restrict if not completely cut off one's movements, turning them into a stiff body, ripe for the killing.
    
    
    
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    W.B: This ability is exactly what it is known as "Weapon Binder". This serpent looking energy being is not as it seems, it is actually a leech of sorts, binding itself to the opponents weapon and leeching the energy. It leeched itself in the dead center, directing the flow of energy from the weapon to itself. When the opponent used the weapon(Most commonly guns), the blast would be fed into the W.B, draining all of the energy from the weapon until it is completely drained, it would then move onto the next weapon it could trace energy from. The way it latched onto the weapon is simple, once the weapon is used, it could trace the energy. The W.B is brought out the moment the match began, staying stationary until the moment the weapon is used.
    
    
    T.B: Another ability W.B possessed is the option to leech electrical currents as well as energy. This is most effective when fighting large mechs, which is common when fighting most opponents who came his way. The process was exactly the same as the W.B, it just focused on the parts of the mech needed to sustain functionality. Once it got rid of those parts, it was a peace of cake to end the fighting robot from there. He called this ability "Tech Binder".
    
    
    
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    Given to Pazzo as a gift from a man known as Mellow Valentine, Pazzo is able to wield six elemental crystals as well as an additional seventh crystal used for a completely different purpose. The way they work are fairly simple, each crystal is able to separate into ten separate pieces, their power then being split into 10ths with the benefit of being able to cover more ground. Aside from that, Pazzo is able to spread them, shape them, and mold them into particular objects of his choosing; some items taking more time than others. When it comes to combat, the crystals are able to emit a blast of the selected element as well as enhance any weapons Pazzo currently possesses via a thin layer of crystal. The following are the crystals in Pazzo's arsenal.
    
    
    Lance & Luther - Wind ( Wind Element Resistance )
    
    
    Kelvin - Flames ( Flame Resistance )
    
    
    Aqua - Water & Ice ( Water & Ice Resistance )
    
    
    Gaia - Earth ( Earth Resistance )
    
    
    The final crystal is one that works on the idea of Adaptation. Being able to be held against any material and immediately replicate it. This crystal in specific is used as additional armor should it be needed. Currently, Pazzo is in possession of a crystal replicating Xegrite. After taking a journey down to Xegregantu, he was able to successfully harvest such a powerful material and call it his own; now his armor is much stronger than it ever was before.
    
    
    
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    DRDT-P03: Destriktè pi, which in mortal language is known as "The Destroyer" is the name of his suit of armor. The first thing that could be said about the suit, is that it is able to withstand two tons more than the swords themselves, having to be able to handle what the sword dished out. Another notable thing about his armor, is that it is element resistant. Flames, Ice, Sunlight, Darkness, and anything along those lines, could not touch the armor. This is because within the suit, were individual force-fields that were specific to the element attempting to harm him. These force-fields as well as the elements, could be combined to deal with merged elemental attacks. His armor had also been trained to withstand acidic substance, making him immune to any form of such that could burn or decay the body.
    
    
    On the back of the suit is a propulsion system, that also doubled as a backpack(as mentioned in the arsenal page). It is able to propel him at speeds equal to the N.E.R.F gun. On the shoulders of his suit, Mini T.T's were built in. They were smaller, and packed about three-fourths the power as the T.T's themselves. He is able to dispense 10 mini T.T's out on the field at once, and this is because their small size and power level. On his right arm is a glove that is only used to summon and take control of the large snake/turtle/eel hyprid known as Akwatik Prezaj, or simply put "Eli". His mask is a gask mask capable of handling all forms of gases, mists, and anything within that area, making it easy for him to maneuver through such.
    
    
    Built as an addition to the propulsion system, it is able to change into a jet-pack system by the press of a button, this button being on the right glove(the one not used by Eli). To most people, his suit looked like an odd person's wardrobe, but to those who knew, this is a badass suit of armor, that is used to stomp the faces of Dead Ringers into the ground.
    
    
    
  
  
  
  
• >>>> PAZZOS MELDANIUM >>>> [ NEW HEAVEN] >>>> 5:40 PM...
  
  
  RIIING RIIING RIIIING! SLAM
  
  
  Waking up in something other than his barrack? That was something new. The constant shuffling of the sheets, not of his own will, ended with a dark silhouette exiting on stage left; not wanting to get caught by any officials who may be on their way. "Skzrt. Pazzo, it's time to get up, you've got a mission" Struggling to get on his casual wear, he made his way over to the intercom before Cid had anymore room to complain "I'm heading there now, kenbe chwal ou. Click
  
  
  What was before the dock of the ship became a vast connection of hallways, all drenched in the technology of [ NEW HEAVEN]'s Modern Society. Adjusting to the new location wasn't easy, after floating in space for eight years, settling on ground becomes quite the daunting task. Eventually, after caving in and asking for directions, Pazzo managed to make his way into the briefing room.
  
  
  "Glad you could join us, Mr. Melandium"
  
  
  Sitting backwards on his briefing chair as usual, Cid started by pulling up a holographic display of [ T H E O U T P O S T ], a band of gunslinging cosmic crushers causing a scene in the square. Lone Gun and Five Finger Trigger Shane, two broke back cowboys hellbent on being the dirtiest dans the wild west had ever seen. Currently they were in the midst of threatening the Slim Johnny with some goods they'd stolen from Xegregantu; nobody was impressed. Regardless, Cid found this as an opportunity to get close to the locals, sending Pazzo was arguably the best option.
  
  
  "Alright kid, until we find out more about this place we need to get chummy with the locals. Head over to [ T H E O U T P O S T ] and take care of Sheriff Johnny's little insect problem." Making her grand appearance, Natalya spun around from the computers to finish off where Cid started-- Pazzo couldn't help but notice she'd missed a few buttons on her shirt. "Until we've deemed this place a high threat level you'll be taking DRDT-P03 for your missions. We have yet to encounter a force within [ / / E N D ] that warrants for any higher scale armor." She shot him a slightly concerned look "Just don't lose your cool out there, okay?" He responded with a warm smile, nodding slowly "Natalya, larenn mwen, I will be fine." Abruptly swinging his hand in between their gaze, Cid glared at the both of them before jolting up from his chair. "If you two are done eye fucking now? We've got work to do." As the two averted their gaze, Pazzo approached the equipment chamber, arming himself with the standard gear The Destroyer required.
  
  
  "Alright, this is one of your first missions since arriving, don't screw this up and I'll let you sleep in tonight." Pazzo sarcastically gasped "Sleeping in? Oh good gracious golly, sir. That sounds absolutely swell if I say so myself! Mèrdik defisi." Sheathing his blades and mounting Divinite on his back, WM slithered around his being as he headed toward the exit. "Hey, kid" Pazzo turned around as Cid gave him a fist bump "Knock em dead out there." Pazzo grinned before turning back around and heading out toward the city, his eyes set on getting this done as soon as possible.
  
  
  "Dead Ringers aren't extinct yet. Until I wipe them out myself, there isn't a human or demon alike that's getting in my way. I must ascend." <-- Message
  
  
  

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[Genocide]

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• Name: Spack Jarrow, is he happy about it? No. Is he going to complain? Go fuck yourself.
  
  
  Title: Doc, Death's Doctor, Deathless, Deathless King.
  
  
  Age: Looking in the age area of his mid-twenties.
  
  
  Sex: Well, down below he does indeed have a male appendage.
  
  
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  It'd make the most sense to start with his body, he stands at a surprisingly large stature, six foot three inches if you want to be exact about it. His skin color is very pale, never having been another color before. All his life it'd been that tone of porcelain, only every now and then differing in shades lighter and darker than the one he normally adorns due to sun exposure or lack thereof, respectively. Spack's skin is very soft, he seems to take good care of himself either way, he doesn't have ashen-colored elbows or anything of the sort. His body is not bulky, nor too muscular, if anything he has a lean athletic build. Both his arms and legs are lean, and he doesn't seem to have too much fat on his body, as expected of someone weighing in at about 200lbs at his height. His abdominal muscles form a six pack as well.
  
  
  His hair, though a peculiar shade of black, seems to be normal. Spack tends to keep his hair at a very short length, as having a lot could get in the way during a fight. Other than that most of the time it tends to have a messy look. The texture of the messy locks are very soft and silken-like. The color of his eyes are a brilliant golden, a much different shade than that of most humans, with little else special of note about it. Spack's facial structure is slim, with sharp cheekbones, and overall he considers himself an attractive man.
  
  
  Spack's attire tends to not differ all that much; most of the time ranging from various shades of blacks and whites with a touch of gold here and there. Most of the time he wears a plain black shirt, along with a pair of white jeans. Normally the fabric would be extremely tight causing him to not be able to move at the best of his ability, though his clothing is made out of a very lenient fabric giving him nearly full flexibility in his movements as if he were not wearing any clothing. His socks being made of the same fabric along with his shoes having a glimmering black. And to top it all off is his long black coat that isn't exactly like a trench coat but could be consider akin to it.
  
  
  
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  Ship: The 'Black Market' is a ship that is piloted by many people, they are the crew of the ship itself. Approximately ten navigators, seven pilots, thirty engineer, twenty soldiers, and a sole captain to top the cherry off. This behemoth of a ship can do a variety of different things, all the way from combat to it being set up as a market. As for what the ship can do? Other than the combat prowess of the manned laser cannons and orbital explosive it can turn invisible or change the color of the outer metal to morph into it's background, kinda like a chameleon.
  
  
  The ship can also be turned into a market, as it can fly through multiple galaxies it can bring different things to the table. Perhaps rare things within one's own galaxy or a super rare item they never before knew existed. Although as said, it is the 'Black Market', so everything done inside of this ship cannot be guaranteed as legal. You could also ask for services such as hit men. Like seriously it's the fucking Black Market, if it exist, it's there. All you gotta do is ask.
  
  
  City(ies)/Area(s) the ship visits: The ship does indeed visit many planets, though one of the more frequent planets happen to be that of //END as it is called. Just most of the inhabitants there don't seem to really have a problem with getting their hands too dirty, probably because if they live in //END they already are.
  
  
  
• Likes: Books, Stars, & Taking his time.
  
  
  Dislikes: Noisy people, Whining, & Gossip.
  
  
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  The personification of Death is not a very talkative person whatsoever, but that isn't to say he can't get 'buddy-buddy' with the right person. It would be correct to write him off as an overall shy person, though he's more anti-social rather than shy. Being shy would assume he can't speak his mind while on many occasions he has proved people wrong. Not much can effect Spack at an emotional standpoint, it'd be more likely for paint dry, grow legs, and pull itself off the wall. Though that is because he is emotionally detached from life, it's rather fair to say he's always been like that rather than an event in his life that made him become so. He finds most people an annoyance and tries his best to get rid of them, even if it means going to extreme lows and doing things that cross the line. Most people would see the man as a sociopath due to his ability to keep a straight face while pulling out the entrails of his victim and spreading them across the battlefield.
  
  
  Spack has somewhat of an ego, and to be honest it kinda makes him angry when someone would try and crush it. Well that's only half-right, when someone would assume them-self better than him he'd get pretty angry, especially evermore if the other person was not necessarily someone who knew him on a personal level. He can become angry; although he is a stoic person to the extremes it does not mean he is incapable of showing emotion. The most dramatic emotions he tends to express are anger, kindness, and really any emotion. Just different ones he can feel easier than other emotions.
  
  
  Background: Due to the length of the back story I have spread them into two separate sections. One of his race's story and the other of his personal back story.
  
  
  
  • Pirate King
  • Spack's Story

  • In the beginning, there was a being known as ‘Galaxy’. He was the observer of all that could be seen. He also protected the four singular aspect of reality: Time, Death, Light, and Darkness. When a single one of these pieces were taken out of place then the universe itself would go outta whack. At the start of all things there were twelve originals who were later perceived as the root of the problem. Not being able to destroy his prized possessions and friends he decided to send them all on a long-term vacation; or rather punishment.
    
    
    But this is not the story of such beings, rather the creations that came much later than what they could see. In a time way off in the future, all records of Earth were destroyed. It was a time where people drifted among the stars rather than being stationary on one planet. It was an advanced new reality that could be considered purer than any other, and yet the most vile.
    
    
    As the original beings watched over the known universe making sure that everything was running smoothly they were granted powerful influence so that they could do their jobs. As they were punished for being the root of all sin they had the single most powerful of their aspects taken from them. Even though not everything was taken, they no longer had that special connection to the aspect of the universe. Galaxy decided that these things, that he revoked were indeed needed to keep the universe running without problems, and so he decided that it would be best to keep them to himself.
    
    
    For tens of thousands of years, humanity developed. As time went on there creations grew larger, and larger until they finally found themselves among the stars. They had left their previous terra to fly among the vessel of space. It all started out as a single gargantuan ship that later split into different dimensions of exploration. As the separate units would discover new resources, they created ‘sub-colonies’. Of course, people would eventually catch on to buy, and make their own ships. Where there is good, there is also evil. Different bands of individuals joined together to commit all sorts of wrongdoings against the laws, as well as good deeds as seen in the world they had abandoned.
    
    
    This world would need some kind of law that could fight back against these pirates. The world had been split into several different colonies which had their own sub-divisions. Therefore they would not have a separate military, they would form one and call it, 'The Galactic Alliance'. No matter the previous life that people lived in their old home world they could be accepted into this new force. Be it if you were a criminal of the lowest deeds, or some kind of child that had recently turned of age. Their main job was to combat these pirates, which worked for a while until Galaxy decided to step-in.
    
    
    Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps you could go as far to claim humanities destiny was predetermined by Galaxy himself. But these Pirates were of the most sinful people within this new universe. And he decided that his champions would be conceived within these groups of pirates, and those few who rose up would be given a title above them all. They could be called whatever slang they wished, they could be called whatever slang that people wished to give them. None of that mattered, for these champions would be given an aspect of the universe. But not only that, it'd be the aspect that his Supreme Beings lost during their imprisonment.
    
    
    There however was a glitch within Galaxy's system. As the aspects were given these Champions the corresponding Supreme Being would be let out of bondage, and with all knowledge of what had happened while they were gone. Although Galaxy saw this very fitting, for if they could not be a weakened Supreme Being, what good what they do against stronger enemies?
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    The Black Market, yeah even in times where people no longer lived on Earth or even within resident galaxies, there was still the Black Market. Everyone knew the Black Market existed but no one knew how to find it, who was in it, or what they even looked like. There were many things that you could get off the Black market, things ranging from human marketing or a space-ship if you were the exploring type. And if you want to start up a Pirate band then they could even weaponize it for a price. There were many things you could get on the Market by just knowing the right people, the bottom line was this: If it existed, it was on the Market. And this was true with everything, even doctors.
    
    
    One of the most expensive things you could buy on the Market was a doctor that would do anything without question, all you needed was money. But why was it so hard to find one? Well that's because there was just one. This man could be described as either the smartest person in the universe, or possibly even the most foolish. This man was described as someone who had only one thing to lose, his family. He had came from a long line of doctors, every male in his family had something to do with the medical profession. It could be said he was the pride and joy of the family during his earlier years. Though when he decided that it might of been easier to make money doing it illegally, he became the disgrace. It never mattered the good that he had done before, all of it had been demolished within the span of a single choice. His wife left him, she tried to take his son with him but the son said no; the son wanted to stay with the father.
    
    
    The son grew up as his father did; working hard to the bone every day so that he could excel in the medical profession. Though the difference between their childhoods were great in the sense of the setting. The father grew up in quite a wealthy, nice environment while the son grew up in a insanely wealthy and illegal environment. It was only natural the son would grow up to follow in his father's footsteps but without the good deeds. Time passed and he became of age to leave his father's house, but it never happened. The boy stayed with his father, he went on calls with his father, he operated with his father, he did everything that his father did.
    
    
    The boy was to learn everything that his father knew so that when the time came he could take control of his father's position. There was no other doctor that would do in-humane and illegal operations that the two would partake in without question. Though the only thing that was honest and true was time, eventually the time for his father to pass the torch would come. Unfortunately it came much sooner than expected; one day while traveling to a pirate ship for an expensive operation on a patient he was killed. He did the operation on the captain, nothing was wrong, the only thing left was for the group to pay him and the father to be on his way. Instead they wanted him to stay and work for them rather than the black market. He declined and they didn't like that, so they ended his life on the spot.
    
    
    The son was not too devastated by his father's death, over the time of his life illegal activity had happened around him enough for the boy to be used to death. The time for him to step up and take his father's role came; though for that to happen he demanded changes. The boy was not the same as his father, he was not the pushover that his father was either. He demanded that he be placed at the top of the top before he did any operations, he needed to know every single finger that agents of the Black Market moved before they even did it. Ever twitch of the muscle they had, he better of been informed of it. It seemed like all the son wanted was more money, but the truth was that he had a much bigger plan in mind.
    
    
    Soon enough he became one of the top executives of the Black Market, there had been two but with his arrival it had made two. He got very close to one of the other executives, also making sure that the agents reported on his day-to-day schedule. And once he heard something suspicious then he would act on it rather than having the agents themselves proceed their own person investigation. The second step was to get the favor of one of the other two executives so that he would have majority vote over everything that they did. More or less he wanted to blackmail one of the other executives, and he had to do it otherwise the agents would soon to all come and know it. And if whatever he did became known to everyone it would no longer be blackmail and it'd be gossip.
    
    
    So eventually it got time for him to make his move, he got word of the fact that one of the two executives were informing the Galactic Alliance of every move the Black Market had made since it's creation. And this was all the dirt he needed, for the Black Market's reach had gotten so large that even if he ran to the Alliance they wouldn't be able to protect him forever, and he'd get killed. So the only thing he could do was listen and obey the boy silently.
    
    
    The boy called a meeting between the executives and said that they should go mobile, create a band of the greatest the Market had to offer and ship them off with him as a form of Captain. A Captain of what? Well a Captain of a Pirate crew of course, his plan was to turn the Black Market into a group very much like the Galactic Alliance, but even stronger. With the lift of a finger and a whisper to an ear they could get a fleet of ships ready and have all the men they needed to pilot it within just a few days. Of course the first executive knew what he was trying to pull; he knew that the younger one was wanting to take a more active role so that later on he would be able to fully take control of the Black Market. He voted no, and that the Black Market should not go local, but that was to be expected.
    
    
    The only thing that the first never expected was that the second said yes, and the boy obviously did so as well. This caused majority to be in his favor. Without the dirt he would of never gotten a chance to even bring up the idea of a mobile Black Market. Eventually it was passed as so and the boy was given full range of a mother ship, and several smaller ships. All piloted by the best navigators, soldiers, and pilots that the Black Market could possibly recruit. Though this would likely cause sparks between the second executive and the Galactic Alliance due to their main opposition being Pirates. And now the Black Market had the main branch turned into some form of pirate-esque group.
    
    
    Time went on with this group being unnamed, there was nothing going on within this group. They would just float around and do things that a normal pirate group would do. The box had decided not to take the first step, he needed to start out by getting the trust of his crew. In case things went south he needed to know that everyone in the fleet would side with him rather than the other half of the Black Market. Overall they took it slow until a battle arose. It was a big one, it was actually probably the deciding factor of what that boy is today.
    
    
    The Galactic Alliance had set up a barricade trying to trap the most notorious pirate groups inside so they could take them in. They did so, but it turns out the pirates knew of the trap and had a plan of their own. The battle seemed to of been going in the favor of the Galactic Alliance until the Black Market fleet had shown up and started firing at the Alliance. On normal circumstances they wouldn't of done much, but due to the reach they had the Black Market had been able to get the best ships available, as said with the best crew. They single-handedly saved many pirate groups from total annihilation. From this his fleet was given the nickname of 'Black Death', due to the characteristics of their ships being mostly the color of black,
    
    
    A few weeks after the annihilation of a quarter of the Galactic Alliance the unnamed Pirate group's captain made his debut. He kept it very vague to be honest, just saying that everyone should watch out. That if they didn't then without a doubt they would regret it. That they had seen what was the aftermath of the Galactic Alliance, and they could and would do worse to anyone who challenged them. The bounties of any single member of the crew was calculated at millions due to the possible information they could have. Although the much higher bounty was that of the only crew member that had shown their face along with being the captain. His bounty was close to being nearly being half-a-billion.
    
    
    From that point in time there had been nothing assumed super natural, nothing with powers, there was only lead, along with laser cannons. Any kinda of space warfare that you could imagine and then some. But not someone who could destroy ships with the blink of an eye, no one that could completely overpower a crew by himself. That was until 'he' showed up. Some kind of ever-powerful being made his presence known, and that he had the power to end everything if that was what he wanted to do. The Captain had show himself via a television forecast, but he just literally popped into the screen of a TV. He said that he had chosen champions, and that was it. No one knew who he had chosen, or who he was going to choose.
    
    
    But as luck may have it seconds after the forecast had ended the boy felt the tap on his shoulder. Turning around he seen the person who had just been on the TV, it was the visage of a young boy. The young boy had a very cheesy grin, and he said "So, wanna be my first Champion?" At first the captain had laughed and asked who had put the fake forecast on the TV and made some form of hologram. He honestly believed that someone was yanking on his chain, that the being in front of him was nothing more than mounds of multi-colored pixels stacked upon each other to form some type of hologram. Though this made the young boy angry, and decided to show him that this was indeed not any type of joke. He put his hand on the boy and literally walked outside into space. "My name is Galaxy. I am your creator." He figured those were the last words that he was going to ever hear, he thought that was the end for him because he was literally outside in space. But this seemed to not be the case, he realized he was breathing fine, he also realized he could move without problem, he finally realized that he could also talk.
    
    
    The questions that the boy asked were numerous, most of them were being ignored by Galaxy until he finally stopped the other, "I said did you want to be my first Champion. I didn't ask you if I could answer any question for you." He thought for a moment, but then realized if this was some kinda joke then he would be made fun of. Although if this was some kind of truth then what this young boy in front of him was saying could be true, that he might be given almighty power. Reluctantly enough the male nodded, and from then on his life was changed.
    
    
    He was given power, but the moment he was granted this gift Galaxy felt a disturbance, he felt one of the Supreme Beings. He had realized the mistake he had made, he regretted it for he no longer had control over these beings. Originally they were connected to the aspects so that Galaxy could do as he pleased, but they no longer had a connection. There was little he could do other than personally go fight them, which he fully intended to do. Until he realized it might of been more interesting to let others fight while he watched; so now the boy had to not only fight off an army of Galactic soldiers, he had some kind of god-like enemy coming to kill him in order to take back his power. Nice.
  
  
  
  
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    Upon the realization that the King's need a little more bang, a little more to truly show their bronze the being decided the best course of action. He gave them what they needed, but not only that, he gave them more than they really needed. He gave the the aspects of a true pirate.
    
    The first thing on the shopping list we have is something known as the 'Looters Grasp', this is a metaphor for two things. One being a physical representation of a pirate's greed, two a metaphorical hook that is used to steal possessions of another being. For example, let's say there is a fire and Spack happens to have a sword in hand, with the simple swipe of a hand he has the ability to make the almighty flame sword! But it doesn't even stop at the extent! It has the ability to steal values! Goodbye the American debt- Er.. Does that thing even exist in this time period? Either way the fact still stands! It is a metaphorical hook that in which can loot powers, strength, speed, values, memories, information, and anything of the sort. Once this happens they can either get rid of the substance, or use it to their own advantages. Are you a virgin? He can un-virgin you! For short prize of 19.99$! Are you or do you know an asshole who get's laid?! Spack can steal their virginities! Getting onto the second gift that has been granted to Spack, 'Eyeless King'! Within the eyes of Spack, he has pretty damn good lookin' eyes, right? Either way the special part about this is what the eyes can really do, y'know? Eyeless King; the ability to see through an object, and attack through things. This happens because the mystic eye changes the structure of a pirate's matter itself. The eye allows a king to select what he sees, an undesirable object becoming nigh-transluscent from their field of view. A king phases through what he has chosen not to see, and by closing both eyes they obtain intangibility from physical attacks. However this has a limit, it can only transluate attacks the amount of five times in a set amount of time (Three posts).
    
    Yo ho yo ho yo ho! Let it row! The fuck am I singing for? The next ability is a rather odd one if you ask me, it's known as 'Pirate's Peg'. Not that it does all that much in reality. Every pirate worth his salt has lost a leg or two, but for a King the idea of a pegleg is far more pleasant. The Pirate's Peg allows a King to walk on any solid surface, or thin air itself. A king lost at sea could even walk on the water itself if needed. This is obviously no different for Slum City King, he could even walk on lava and be fine, no real damage to the bottom of his foot or his shoes, notta. Oh wait a second I'm getting a parrot call, wait let me take this.... Alright I'm back, let's talk about the next thing, the 'Polly'. When a pirate says 'give me your loot', you better listen, and being a King makes sure they do. Polly lets a pirate speak, hear, and understand any language, a true universal translator. Not only that, but the various Kings can actually talk to each other through Pirate Pad, a skype-like sort of chatroom accessed through Polly. Now in Spack's Polly he has a lot of numbers ranging from friends and family, to one of the world's leading business owner's number. Yeah, weird eh?
    
    Give me ye' booty! I want that gold my matey! Now, can you be bribed? One of the more gold-bearing abilities in the arsenal of Spack is the 'Lethal Bribe' coming with an assortment of extra abilities for it. A true pirate is greedy, but a King actually puts all that gold to use. The Lethal Bribe lets a King turn what looks like a handful of gold coins into a life-or-death situation. The Deadly Dubloons, produced out of thin air, allow a variety of outcomes to their usage. Undeniable Bribe: Anyone who takes the coins can be given a given a command, and should they accept then the coins disappear and they are put under a mental and physical compulsion to perform the task. Completion results in a feeling of euphoria unlike any other. Should they refuse, the coins can either explode or poison the victim through merely touching them before disappearing. 'Greedy Bastards', a simple flip of the coin can catch the faintest glimmer of light and bathe all around it in a glorious shine, making the coin seem like the most desirable thing in the world to those affected. Unlucky Penny! Remember that these coins can explode? Try not to pick one up if you come across it. Make it Rain; A king can toss coins into the air and have them immediately rain down upon selected targets as if they were gunfire, golden bullets. Golden Pistols, Speaking of golden bullets, a King can flick coins around with enough force to break bones. Have fun with that.
    
    Now all pirates have blades, and swords, and sharp objects right? Well, 'Cut-Less the Cutless Cutlass'; instead of cutting through matter it is pretty weird. It cuts less matter, than it does energy. The Cutless can literally severe energy, magic, supernatural attacks, or anything of the sort. Now this has the ability to go even farther, once it cuts through energy it switches modes and becomes a real Cutlass. When cutting against physical matter, anything it touches turn into atomic dust that disappears into the wind. Now onto the topic I am sure you are all wondering, yes he uses his Pompadour as a weapon. And finally his special kinda ability has to do with his aspect of being Death, he could use Black Mass to spawn a tombstone which is like a mediator for his power. He could use it to spawn multiple attacks depending on where they are on the battlefield, along with spawning weapons or shooting out any of his gifts. It's an ability with the imagination is the limits, as long as he can do it that is.
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    There are the magical circuits(A.K.A MCs) running throughout his body; one of the many perks of being a Pirate King. Now like any other aspect of their body that has been given power, they received this from the being that did everything, Galaxy! From the start of creation, to the missing link of information on Earth, to making the Pirate Kings as strong as they are. These MC- as we will call them -are far more important that one may think off first glance. Now I am also sure you are very curious as to how the MCs are powered, right? Well that is a simple one, each Pirate King runs off energy of a simple foundation of the universe. Spack's foundation just so happened to of been a very useful one. Spack's MCs run off the idea of Death. But not in just the literal sense, when a planet dies, or something is forgotten. Just when no traces of something could be found is it truly dead. He gains powers from the concept of dead languages, and in such a large universe things are bound to be constantly dying.
    
    
    MCs are similar in how the circulatory is both structured and works, normally flowing through his body constantly. Like a vein it can be cut, but cutting it isn't exactly the first thing someone would want to do. When a MC is cut it causes his body to constantly let it flow out of his body, making the environment around the King very unstable. And if the system knows there is a puncture it will be kicked into overdrive and the flow will become much more constant. In doing so the environment will have a total meltdown. The pressurized energy would start to leave minor dents, impressions, and holes; in this form it can flatten out minor hills. However if it would go into overflow, the pressurized energy has enough strength to break and crack the ground, being able to crush small to medium sized rocks. Not to mention if there is another magical source around it will be completely surrounded and outmatched by the pure magical output causing it to be overwhelmed and indoctrinated into the flow of the King. Now it is not possible for such a thing to corrupt the system due to the factor of the purity; once touched it will be immediately purified for the use of the King. If one was to simply try and corrupt the system their attempt would end in failure; for the corrupt would just be purified. And as I said it cannot be overpowered due to the fact the system is in overdrive, it would pump so much energy it is damn near impossible to overpower. But even then, if you'd like to know more of the reason why it can't be overpowered is due to the fact of the purity of the energy, and the energy possess small ethereal chunks of his own life force. But let's say someone just so happens to come along and by the luck of god himself absorb the output of Spack's MC, they'd fine their bodies not being able to control it, and them damn near- literally -puking out their guts. Their bodies by all means would not be able to be on the same frequency of the energy at all times; the being that gave the PKs their power had to mutate their body in a sense to be able to do so. BUUUUUUTTTTTT, let's say someone by the miracles of Jesus Christ himself ended up being able to copy the frequency of the PKs, they'd find themselves in even more of a shit hole from before. Due to their greediness they'd fine the magical output convulsing within their body, once coming into contact with any kind of organ, artery, magical energy, ethereal energy, or anything really; the purity would be too much for their form to handle. It would literally overload their system and cause a total meltdown, igniting anything it would come into contact with. Now we got that covered, let's say what would happen to a person if they were some kind of mechanical monstrosity. Alright, if a mechanized person was to try and absorb this thing it would simply not work, from the inside out it would begin to rust and decay the second it was inside; even if they were 'rust-proof'. Get it, this is not normal rust. But there will always be that one I'm uncultured who says, 'Hurr durr, wait a minute, I bet an angel could absorb it. Hurr durr.' Ah yes! Good I didn't ask you, but alright I will tell you anyways. Sorry but that wouldn't happen, even an angel of god could try and absorb it; it'd be too pure. Think about it man, a god also made the MC, getcho head in the game.
    
    
    The energy possess small ethereal chunks of his own life force. But let's say someone just so happens to come along and by the luck of god himself absorb the output of Spack's MC, they'd fine their bodies not being able to control it, and them damn near- literally -puking out their guts. Their bodies by all means would not be able to be on the same frequency of the energy at all times; the being that gave the PKs their power had to mutate their body in a sense to be able to do so. BUUUUUUTTTTTT, let's say someone by the miracles of Jesus Christ himself ended up being able to copy the frequency of the PKs, they'd find themselves in even more of a shit hole from before. Due to their greediness they'd fine the magical output convulsing within their body, once coming into contact with any kind of organ, artery, magical energy, ethereal energy, or anything really; the purity would be too much for their form to handle. It would literally overload their system and cause a total meltdown, igniting anything it would come into contact with. Now we got that covered, let's say what would happen to a person if they were some kind of mechanical monstrosity. Alright, if a mechanized person was to try and absorb this thing it would simply not work, from the inside out it would begin to rust and decay the second it was inside; even if they were 'rust-proof'.
    
    
    Throughout the years the MC has pulsed out so much energy that the physical state of Spack's body has changed; and it has changed for the better. Starting with the first thing that is visible; his skin. Spack's skin has gained the properties of graphene; but of course only in the physical sense. His skin is still the largest organ on his body, and is made out of flesh, and feels like flesh. But the hardness and density of his skin matches that of graphene; this gives him immunity to things such as electricity, fire, and decay. If there happened to be a situation in which something would try to eat away at his outer layer, it wouldn't really work as I'm sure they'd find out. Although, certain toxins can perhaps eat away at him; but his skin after a while would be able to get used to the substance, and after a while it wouldn't do anything. Now getting onto the things that happened to go on in the inside, let's stay with the bones. Just like the skin it mimics the hardness and density of graphene, however this version mimics the form of a coil. This gives an extra layer of protection, the coil is resistant to shit like tension and flexible. Allowing full use of their bodies, unrestricted to pain and joints, their movements are pretty much limitless.
    
    
    Well, the next thing on the list would have to be the modifications to their inner organs. One notable change happens to be in the lungs oddly enough; their is a large increase in how much air they happen to be able to hold. Spack is now able to take a deep breath and hold it for the maximum of seven minutes. Now as he is a space pirate this helps because the MC can replicate a field of livable atmospheric conditions, giving him longer time than thirty seconds to be in space without a problem. Spack's red cells, white cells, and platelets function as a hyper-active digestive system. Removing any and all usable matter from ingested matter, solid or not, and using it to facilitate bodily functions, primarily healing factor. Leftover matter is pissed away in the same manner as dead blood cells or toxins. The influence of magical circuitry within the pirate creates a pseudo-dynamic point-defense system within the musculature as muscle-fibers of the body will bundle together and reinforce themselves in the presence of tension. They all tense up automatically in the presence of blunt traumatic impacts. This of course would only be in effect once the skin is pierced, which that in itself would be a miracle for damn near anyone to do.
    
    
    
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    Black Mass is his energy from his Magical Circuits being corrupted. Due to the main source of his power being the aspect of death it infects and corrupts some of his energy. The end result being a creation that he likes to call 'Black Mass', a creation born from the mix of energy and Death. This energy can be used in the same matter such as shifting the form of matter which it is in. But the real effect of this power has to do with the properties that it passively has. Black Mass turns into a form of parasitic energy, it has a form of hive mind. Black Mass itself connects to the matter of other objects. As long as the thing it is trying to infect has matter it can infect it. Black Mass cannot infect living matter.
    
    
    Once the host is infected with Black Mass, the object would more or less be completely be under the control of the Black Mass and Spack. Black Mass would proceed to continuously try and inject Spack's energy to make it extremely volatile. Black Mass also can spread throughout the MCs and give fast-acting healing to Spack, only simple things being able to be healed quickly. If an arm was blown off then it'd be impossible to regenerate it on the spot. And as for control Black Mass is connected to the matter so where it moves, so would the matter, meaning he has control over things Black Mass infects.
    
    
    Finally Black Mass has a hive mind as stated above, anything that touches it, or that it touches would be automatically notified throughout all of the Black Mass, and also to Spack. If Spack registered it as an enemy it would attack, though if friendly it would do no such thing. The tiny respecters on the Black Mass makes this possible. The farther out the Black Mass spreads the hard it becomes to control, if it is in a tight and neat space it is extremely easy to use.
    
    
    
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    Essentially his MCs can let out a harmonic tune by jumbling up energy in his circuits and letting it out in a single blast. This harmonic tune can resonate once a person hears the song, the longer one would hear such a song the longer they would find themselves going insane. The first stage is a simple headache because of loud noise, the second stage would just be a simple bit of disorientation. There are tons of possibility to why something like that might just be happening, no one would necessarily come to the idea that it was the sound.
    
    
    However, the third stage happens to mess with the messages that the nervous system sends around the body. Someone would find their body starting to become uncooperative with what they wished. When they tried to throw a kick with the left leg they'd find their right arm taking a punch. If they moved their left ring finger then the right index would move, same goes with the pinky and thumb. This is due to the fact that the head is hearing the sound and it confuses the brain, therefore if you wanted to do something you must think the exact opposite.
    
    
    Which when fighting most of the times when you are reacting to something, you'd react to the stimulus via your instincts. And if you took a punch with the right and whatever was punched was extremely hot you'd instantly try and pull it away. Though you'd find yourself trying to pull the right rather than the left, and then your left hand would be forced backwards. Or if you tried to jump backwards you'd fling your entire body into the blazing object and scorch yourself.
    
    
    One would think once they stopped hearing the tune by perhaps closing up their ears that it'd be over and done with. But if you hear it once it continuously reverberates within your mind, though it only gets worse the longer you hear it. So if you stop it while you are just at the headache stage then it would stay with just a minor or possibly a major headache. The basic abilities are simple, just sound based abilities such as propulsion, blasts, or anything else via doing compressing energy and releasing it. Though he also can follow the waves of sound and use them with echolocation, being able to bounce back the pulses and tell what is where and where is what.
    
    
    
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    Reign of Ash- also known as ROA -was the first weapon that was gifted to Spack once he became the heir of Deathless King. This blade is a compilation of ash, down to the bone of the sword it is not made up of steel whatsoever. But that doesn't matter because the blade's proprieties makes the ash as sharp as any other blade if not sharper. When the blade is in a sense 'broken' it would just come back together while the ash just fixed itself in place making it as good as new. ROA can also take a new form, the form of an ashen cloud with each particle being as sharper as the blade itself. The cloud has particle-sized ash that can be used to capture, constrain, and suffocate opponents of any size or proportion; and the more a person would struggle against the ash the more the particles would cut him. Someone would think that it would be impossible for it to be that destructive due to the fact it would be that large, well hate to break it to them but the blade can be recreated multiple times with the blink of an eye.
    
    
    The capabilities of this blade can be limitless, but the passive defensive of ash might not be so concrete as 'anything'. The blade has the passive ability to snuff out anything that is meant to burn be it an inferno, or a laser. As long as the end result is something burning ash by itself is immune to any type of fire related ability. ROA also has been given the gift to surround and overtake an energy source sucking it up like it was next Tuesday's broth dinner. If some kind of weapon, energy, or person has an ability that completely counteracts absorption they would be met with a brick wall. The ash when surrounding other kinds of energy it eradicates this force that would stop the absorption be it heavenly, hellish, or miasmic of course.
    
    
    
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    Easily being one of the more overused weapons on the list is the classic Blunderbuss and Flintlock. Now who is a pirate that is under the sea.. Or in space.. Without these two antique weapons! These weapons are not powered by the same thing most are, they are powered by his magical circuits. Therefore he has the ability to shoot out blasts of condensed pressurized energy. Once hitting an object with either of the guns it will cause the mass to be overwhelmed with pressure and smashed out of existence. Of course that is only if it is hit with a physical object, if it comes into contact with energy, or perhaps and attack of sort, then it would 'poison' the energy. By doing so it would begin to deteriorate before becoming, well, nothing. Oddly enough they also can bounce of solid surfaces.
    
    
    However that is the most basic thing about the weapons, the primary ability is much more expansive within the abilities. The guns both have the ability to project ten by ten boxes- which sizes can be changed. The boxes negate powers, and are nearly impossible to be destroyed. Luckily for most people these boxes are pretty easily dodged. But the idea isn't to catch someone, the main goal for these boxes are for a much more nefarious purpose. The boxes can be stuck to multiple surfaces and because of the fact they are green boxes made out of his MC they are rather hard to spot even with enhanced eyesight; seemingly being invisible to the naked eye. The boxes can be shifted around, and they can also be stuck together causing an even larger area of effect.
    
    
    The boxes can do a lot of things such as eradication miasmic signatures, harmful energies, etc. The boxes are normally shot off like a shot-gun; shooting four off at a time. Going even deeper the boxes are able to be highly explosive, kind of like a mine. The boxes are able to act like a net, pulling in things from out outside with ease. What comes in, normally doesn't come out. Wanna go in a bit deeper? Well the boxes can be used like slicers, people getting sliced up for just being near the and the such.
    
    
    
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    A Pirate King has weapons and powers of course, but then there is a weapon they get from the Locker. The Locker is essentially the thing where all things go to die, but only if those things were evil in nature. Every soul ever in existence that happened to be evil in heart were separated from the pure souls, they were sentenced to eternal damnation in Davy's Locker. A Pirate King takes this and pulls out a weapon, a weapon that is mixed with multiple evil souls. These weapons can come in many different forms, concepts, and ways. As for Spack, his comes as a scythe. A scythe known as Death's Last Breath.
    
    
    Last Breath is a very large scythe, the height reaching up to eight feet and the blade of the scythe extending out in a six feet fashion. Normally it'd be very difficult to use such a weapon due to the abstract size, however with the Magical Circuits boost to his body makes it extremely easy to wield the weapon. The weapon itself releases an aura that is increasingly potent, though this aura is impossible to see, only Spack can detect the peculiar energy. This energy represents Entropy, the idea of Entropy is that everything will eventually stop working and break down to a point it is no longer in existence. Well, Last Breath works around that and pretty much increases this exponentially. An inherent capability of this scythe allows Spack to detect energy at all levels, therefore he is able to detect how far things are away from reaching equilibrium. More or less if there is energy around him, well he knows it's there.
    
    
    The weapon can let out a barrier that can be erected in any sizes, just depends on what situation that Spack might like to use it in. When this barrier is erected it is still invisible to any kind of eye ability, or energy-seeking ability that might try and find it. Everything within the area would start to go to hell, the ground starting to crumble, vegetation starting to wither and die within seconds. If met with an opponent they would find themselves starting to feel weaker, their bodies starting to grow older and weaker. The same would be met with any type of metal, it would start to rust. If some kind of energy was within the area other than that of Spacks energy, it would make the equilibrium go out of whack and start to mess up as well. Along with this Spack can cause the atoms within the area to collide with each other, causing a meltdown on a molecular scale. This would allows for him to do things from simple explosions to blasts that can be used for maneuvering around a battle field.
    
    
    The scythe has the ability to destabilize things such as matter or energy. If going against physical matter the end result is similar to that if matter met anti-matter causing the matter to be annihilated out of existence. But unlike with the anti-matter comes into contact the scythe would just destabilize the matter causing it to forcefully collapse within itself, or rather implode itself. The reaction is near instantaneous once coming into contact with the scythe. This weapon in a sense apart of Spack, this gives him the ability to pick and choose what he wants to destroy and what he doesn't want to destroy, a safety mechanism so to speak. If met with a larger structure of matter the scythe would detect a fault line within the structure and then use the ability on said place. This causing for a similar effect, with less work on Spack's part.
    
    
    Now the tricky part isn't matter, more of it being energy. Once coming into contact with energy it works on a completely different level, by meeting the frequency that the energy is on it gives it the ability to drowned out the energy snuffing it out. Now if there is an energy source that has constantly changing frequencies it can take previous frequencies and predict future ones causing the energy to meet it's end in a sense. However once integrated with Spack he has the ability to nullify the energy rather than completely destroy it, once doing so he can overpower the energy from all sides and use it as his own.
    
    
    Getting onto applications, Spack can use the scythe for a few different things. One such being the ability to cause disturbances in the force-.. Erhm, air. By doing so he can send vibrations and shock waves via touch of the air and cause something similar to that of an earthquake. If he was to bounce it off a wall and send it back at him he can then double the force, and after tripling it to an innumerable amounts Spack has the ability to send it anywhere within the vicinity of his line of sight. Another one of the unique passive set that the scythe has; the ability to take the damage that would be taken and scatter it throughout the area to cause little to no pain to themselves. Taking it a step further Spack can also use the scythes to repel the damage by clumping it up and sending it out a singular point causing more damage than normal.
    
    
    
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    Dead Circuit is not something that really was intended to even be realized, it more was a figure of Spack's death manifested. Or perhaps it was the fear that he held deep within his heart, the fear of his own power, the fear of death. Dead Circuit is a conglomeration of multiple circuit malfunction happening at once. It is an ability alone with a last resort trump card; it indeed does take the form of a skeleton, the original symbol for the dead.
    
    There are two of one ways to possibly achieve this form, either Spack himself initiating this transformation, or Spack's death. Once either of these ways were achieved the circuits within his body start to inject Black Mass within his body and just eats away at the flesh of his body while leaving nothing but bone. The circuits that were previously in his body now have merged with his bone structure. Though it is considered to be Spack he does indeed have a much different type of personality, a carefree one that does not take action unless necessary. And in every single time that he is summoned, it is pretty damn necessary. If Spack himself initiated the ability then just by retracing the Black Mass he can regain his previous fleshy vessel with ease. The Black Mass would let go of the collected atoms and then reconnect the bonds of his atoms. Although if this was initiated after his Death then he could not go back to his old-self.
    
    
    
    The bone structure itself becomes about thrice as strong as his previous body was due to the magical circuit not having to stress itself to protect the muscles, organs, and everything else that comes along with having a fleshy body. Though due to him no longer having any muscular system this makes his pseudo-dynamic point defense system literally impossible to protect him. But this does make him faster, stronger, and more agile that with his larger body. Also this knew type of circuit known as DEAD Circuit(or DC) has been fused with the fibers of his bones at this point so if parts of his bones flew everywhere then he could reconnect them as if there were strings holding the together. The only way for this to be reversed is for his old body to return causing the magical circuits to return to their previous state and expand to fill in his body.
    
    
    
    

    

    In this form there are more abilities that can be used, but in return all of his old moves can only be turned into twisted versions of themselves. But along with that the Black Mass itself becomes much more viral than it was before. Now attacking people on their own will rather than the ordered hive mind that it had before. While it still does have that hive mind it no longer asks for permission. But rather it now is completely melded with the DEAD circuit so that it knows exactly what Spack wants without him having to even do anything. This is due to the fact that the Black Mass and his DEAD circuit now has a connection that is similar to a person's nerve system.
    
    
    
    The following is birthed from Black Mass, Spack freely calls it, 'Black Genocide'. A white aura begins to cover the earlier version and at the ends where Black Mass is attached to different matter, well it becomes viral. It starts to eat away at the atoms, grinding them into atomic dust, so small that it is impossible to even see. It would do the same thing to even living matter, which Black Mass could not do. The aura itself is extremely pressurized, anything within the white aura is now effected by the pressure of the aura, which at the will of Spack can be used in any such way.
    
    
    
    In this form the Dead Circuits can convert matter that was eaten by the Black Mass/Black Genocide into a white tar-like liquid. This liquid has a very high viscosity due to the tar-like attributes, however, it can also tighten the bonds between the particles and form into a solid. In both versions anything that touches this newly made matter will find that parts of their body are starting to disintegrate. The white matter begins to destroy molecular and chemical bonds between atoms. This can be done from the outside or the inside, just depends on how it touches you in the first place. The mass, when keeping contact with another form of matter alive or not, will continuously disintegrate the bonds between atoms. Though if it was like some form of bullet and just grazed your shoulder before going past you then just where it hit would be disinterested.
    
    
    
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    Originally Mockingbird's Song is some form of ability that just distorts a person, within itself there is nothing increasingly lethal. However in this form it adds one final step, a fourth and final stage that is pretty lethal. However to reach the fourth step it takes a little longer than normal. In this state the vibrations start to repeat rapidly within a person's body. When it reaches a certain point someone would feel a sharp pain as it would begin to physically harm their body. It starts to internally rupture someone, organ-by-organ, until it is literally impossible for their body to continue it's normal function.
    
    
    
    
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    The yellow heart refers to lightning or electricity if you will. It allows him use the bio neural impulses within the synapses to generate raw electricity which he can use in combat. The manipulate of bio nueral electricial impulses isn’t the only thing he can do. He’s also capable of harnessing natural electricity and turning it into a devastating weapon.
    
    
    
    
    
    

    

    
     
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  //.: [ | The Beaten, The Damned, And The Samurai | ] :.\\
  
  
  Amon stood there, on top of a building feeling the wind in his hair-he was waiting for a certain someone to arrive to the battleground, it seemed to be something similar to a ruined city of New York. A couple of miles away you could see a gigantic dust storm out on the horizon. He hadn't know what kind of building it was on however it had a good amount of motor gas-powered vehicles inside, and had many levels that seemed to be accessible through walking or driving one of the mysterious vehicles he found, he hadn't know what they were called but it didn't matter, he got around fine just walking. However he had seen a sign near the front of the building saying something about a 'Parking Deck'. You could also easily see into the building, had no furniture, windows, nothing. The Samurai was seriously interested in these weird structures but none of the matter at the moment, he had a goal. And that was to defeat an enemy and get home.
  
  
  "What is taking this person so long . . . ." Amon was sitting on the top portion of this Parking Deck, it seemed to be made out of concrete and very very well reinforced, It was just surprised of astounding craftsmanship that was used to make this structure. But soon he sighed going back to his normal mindset, he needed to stay sharp-but at the same time not be too stressed about this, he needed to make sure to stay calm and level-headed overall. Amon looked down to the ground, there were many things on there such as the vehicles, signs, metal, larger vehicles with a multitude of seats inside and no straps to keep them locked in, along with mysterious logs of wood planted into the ground with wires connecting each of the logs.
  
  
  The Samurai sighed and stood up his blade to the side as he looked around, the inertia field was already intact around him. He didn't know what to do other than wait, if this opponent of his was too try and sneak up on him, his sixth sense was already activated. He just had to keep ready, for the person who attacked first could either take, or lose the battle. Soon enough he closed his eyes, letting his sixth sense scour the area for any unorthodox item within then area.
  
  
  //.: [ | Obama, What The Fuck Did You Do To New York? | ] :.\\
  
  
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I want to ascend
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[The Creator Prime]

My duty is Ascension.

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• NAME: I am Akan, Firstborn of the Everliving.
  
  
  TITLE: They speak of me as the Living God. It is not far from the truth, mortal meddler.
  
  
  AGE: Foolish human, age is little in the eyes of the Everliving.
  
  
  SEX: Hmph?
  
  
  APPEARANCE: Akan is an entity which has almost lived through the entire lifetime of the universe. His container, made out of materials long since lost, and this very body sprawling with energy which heralds it's origin far back into the eons. Covered in the symbols of the Everliving, Akan has managed to bring the knowledge of his people's existence across the galaxy, yet leaving the extent of their forgotten knowledge lost to the mortals whom worshipped him akin to that of a God.
  
  
  But even for Akan's forgotten knowledge, his body still cannot contain his birthright powers. Even as the firstborn, the leader of the Everliving and first among them, Akan had exceptional power. His container, or physical body, whilst much stronger than that of his kin, still warped and distorted itself as his powers over Space leeshed from within him. Even now, eons after the death of his people, his shell cannot contain the unquestionable power within him. But these sudden bursts are temporary, always returning his body to it's usual state.
  
  
  But beyond his powers, the appearance of his container is much akin to the bodies the Everliving held before they ascended their original forms. Humanoid, tall, slender- Akan can still remember his mortal years vividly and with perfect recollection, as can he recall the dying breaths of his ascended civilization. The robes he bears, and the symbols he carries speak of his previous life as the Hierarch of the Everliving. They speak of his deeds as Firstborn and the accomplishments and history of his people. The robe woven out of a metal clothe spun from unknown origins speaks of the legacy that his people had left behind, and it is spoken in the symbolic complexity which the Everliving purveyed their thoughts and opinions in, their written language.
  
  
  
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  CITY/AREA: The Palace of Akan, a magnificent and humongous creation forged from the greatest minds of architecture the Everliving have ever seen, reaches from surface into the heavens and covers an area much akin to that of a smaller nation. Whilst it is now covered in holes and ruins, the ghosts of his people still linger on and echoes of the dead carry themselves throughout the corridors. Within the inner-most sanctums of his own palace lies the Altar of Akan, and it is here that his physical container, and his core essence resides.
  
  
  
• LIKES: Hah!
  
  
  DISLIKES: Hmph.
  
  
  PERSONALITY: Akan is an entity which walks amongst mortals with the aura of divinity. His personality, whilst widely unknown and incomprehensible, follows several core principles which are easy to understand. The first of which is duty. Akan is like a temple built upon several pillars, one of those would be Duty. Strictly limiting himself to the ideals and demands of his self-given duty to uphold the order of the galaxy, Akan strives and battles for the simple reasons of balance amongst mortals. But whilst duty may stand central in his temple, the pillar of truth is just as essential. Being the cornerstone of Akan’s entire persona, the fact of knowledge and understanding his true power and overwhelming might is necessary. Everything he does is built on the very foundation of the fact that he knows that he is superior, this knowledge allows him the ability to thereby manipulate others and direct them properly unto their proper path. Only by knowing yourself may you ever hope to lead someone to victory. The final pillar stands for willingness. It demands that Akan be willing to perform what needs to be done in order to uphold the remaining pillars of which his personality is forged. It is a kind of self defense mechanism, and this mechanism allows Akan to perform a wide variety of evil and good for the sake of ultimate satisfaction.
  
  
  BACKGROUND: The Everliving were a great race whom herald nearly to the very beginning of the universe itself. Their wisdom has allowed uncountable civilizations prosperity and destruction alike. At the forefront and at the top of their echelon were Akan, the Firstborn. His word was law and with an unquestionable authority he ruled the Everliving as the supreme Hierarch of his people.
  
  
  His authority was never questioned, however, jealousy became dominant among his people. Whilst he was blessed, in their eyes, with unshakeable amounts of power, his people had merely a glimps of the greatness he had. Their essence, whilst still enormous in regards to other races, were shrunk to the size of ants in reference to Akan's soul. This very fact, the fact of Akan's existence, was the very doom of the Everliving.
  
  
  Whilst the Everliving did come to create unquestionably successful metropolies and sprawling cities, jealousy and greed both took root and the end had been solidified for the Everliving. Whilst Akan as an entity knew of this all too well, he had been far too slow to combat the events, his ignorance and focus on the wellbeing of the races beyond his own kin had blinded him towards his brothers and sisters' true plans.
  
  
  This mishap would culminate in the very destruction of Aman, the crown world of the Galaxy and arguably one of the greatest planets of the universe. Akkab's madness and greed had driven him and his followers to perform an unholy ritual, and by combining their powers, the powers of their very essence, lead to their awesome amount of power pulverizing the planet, even ripping the planet's core out and cutting a great big hole straight through it.
  
  
  The planet rippled apart, and even now is covered in nothing but ruins of a formerly great and amazingly advanced civilization. The only bastion of the Everliving left in the universe is the Palace of Akan. It stands solitary amongst ruins, as a bastion which reaches miles into the heavens. Whilst highly undamaged, it's halls carry with it the screams and whispers of those damned. It is here that Akan still lingers, still upon his throne.
  
  
  

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  Akan is a perfect wielder, and user, of Space-Time distortion. Through this ability he is able to manipulate the very fabric of space and time, and with it he can do anything from simple teleportation to complex attacks utilizing rifts and a whole plethora of other interesting attacks and abilities.

  

  Akan is also able to utilize Space Generation which is the absolute opposite of Space Depletion. Akan is able to create space, thereby also creating distance, manipulating the environment, or creating constructs. It can even be used in an offensive manner to create space around a target in an attempt to crush the enemy. This power is also battletested, it even saw great success in the pacification of the Kakke race of the Doe solar sector where Akan was able to decimate the enemy forces.

  

  Akan has, through his ability and mastery of space-time manipulation, the ability to summon, manipulate, and utilize singularities in an effective combat measure. As many would know, a gravitational singularity is a kind of black hole, white hole, or worm hole, which affects the surrounding area in various effects. A black hole pulls, a white hole retracts, and a worm hole teleports. These are in his manipulative domain because all of them are singularities, and through this power he is able to summon them in order to reign over the arena.

  

  Akan, through his abilities to control time and space as he wills it, is also able to utilize Space Depletion. This is the act of removing space, reducing distances, and slicing through targets in an offensive matter. This can be done by creating space voids which then can be used in all manner of ways. Space Depletion itself can be anything from teleportation to actual attacks, even reshaping the arena itself. Akan has utilized this ability to great effect in previous encounters with long dead species of the galaxy.

  

  Much like all Everliving, Akan's true being is housed within the container, but his true essence is so powerful that not even the container is able to hold his power sealed. Akan is literally a being which consists of overwhelming power, overwhelming to the point where even his power leaks out of him and affects the surrounding area in ways that are impossible to foresee. But whilst this can be both positive and negative, overwhelming power also empowers Akan's already great strenght permanently, giving him unimaginable strenght thanks to the might of his very essence alone.

  
  
  
  
• WRITING SAMPLE: I am Akan.
  
  
  I am the last, and the first of the Everliving.
  
  
  Through the Eons that the universe has existed, I have been there with it. I have stared into the sparks of the beginning, and I have looked into the absolute distance of the universe. Through my endless travels I have crossed distances and witnessed events few would ever imagine.
  
  
  Together with my people we forged the crown of this galaxy, Aman. We prospered and ruled as kings through our powerful new bodies gifted to us through our determination. We arrived as mortal men into a galaxy which yet had come to inhabit life, and we ascended into beings of pure power long before life would bring itself onto the shores.
  
  
  Our bodies, our power, stored within our physical containers, our new bodies. With them we traversed the vacuum and observed, guided mortals onto the proper path. I came to see more mortal species rise and fall than anyone would ever be capable of comprehending. Aboard my flagship I've observed horrors which cannot be described, and with my godly hands I've quelleched threats of absolute terror which'd shake the galaxy should they ever have been allowed to.
  
  
  I have even witnessed, traversed, and touched the end of my great civilization. Born from a cacophony of greed, infidelity, and impurity, my people had brought their ill lust for power and their jealousy of those greater and with it they brought doom. Aman, the crown jewel of the galaxy was split open within the quick span of a split second. Originating from the Palace of Akkab, the prime culprit, the ray of overwhelming and impure power cascaded through the core of Aman and out on the other side. Aman split, cracked even, and from it's wounds irradiated little but darker powers.
  
  
  I knew, long before this event, of my kin's twisted selfishness. I had been the only one, amongst millions, who carried with him great power and a void of personal gain. With my nigh-on unlimited knowledge I had foreseen these events, but I knew still that it could not be stopped. My legacy, the legacy of my people is now etched into my container, my metal body's flesh. Now I can do little but wait within my palace whilst I reach out with my essence into the world beyond Aman.
  
  
  The legacy of the Everliving, and the legacy of I, the Firstborn, has to be told.
  
  
  

[D3R3L1KT]

 

[Yehovah]

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  GEPETTO'S PROBLEM!!
  
  
  
  Their once was a troubled man his name was Gepetto. This troubled man was lonely, lonely and eccentric. Not only crazed but caught up in his own world, a world of hate and trouble. In Gepetto's lonely eyes the world was a dangerous place one filed with horror and hate. He wanted to change that so he proposed a system to those in charge of the planet Sitia( a planet in the distant galaxy of Lyria). he wanted devise a patrol system devised of child like humanoid robots that could patrol the planet and crack down on crime and other such acts. Gepetto was immediately rejected being called a fool. So doing the only logical thing Gepetto knew of he created a prototype, which quickly rampaged in the streets of New Erelis only stopping due to a power shortage.
  
  
  Eventually Gepetto was put on trail and sentence to death at the hands of the planet //END. End is and will always be a prison planet which housed the most dangerous criminals of the Lyrian Galaxy. Being dropped off on this planet it looked as if Gepetto was certain for death the only thing that saved him was his last wish. He was granted on last wish and wanted the contents of his laboratory to be shipped away with him. The governments of Sitia foolishly seeing no wrong in this granted this wish. So Gepetto using this last instance of life hid himself and begin working for many grueling months. After barely surviving on his own for a year he had a stable prototype which could help him survive. This prototype evolved and learned often not only questioning Gepetto but life itself. Gaining feelings and consciousness Gepetto had developed a serious problem. Gepetto had made some real progress with this creation, but it was to far to control in his eyes. He had one option, he had to destroy it. Overhearing Gepetto's plan his creation turned on him murdering him in cold blood with little no remorse. It was finally free to do as it pleased to do as it wanted, but what did it want?
  
  
  
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  Name: Pinocchio
  
  
  Title: MEGA ASTRO THE WONDERBOY
  
  
  Age: 18
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Height: 5'9
  
  
  Weight: 410lbs (Due to the concentration of metallics in his body)
  
  
  Appearance: Pinocchio usually appears in a black sweater and a long draping scarf. He has ebony skin and short wavy black hair which barely touches his ears and slightly hangs over his forehead in short bangs. His eyes are brown in color and he usually sports baggy cloth pants and is either shoe less or sporting black loafers.
  
  
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  Likes Nature, Doughnuts, Stars
  
  
  Dislikes: Geppeto, Machines, Engineers
  
  
  Personality:Pinocchio is a very angry individual. His rage boils everyday closer and closer to the edge, but being the very controlled being he is he usually holds it inside of himself. Often appearing quiet and silent rarely speaking of speaking softly when he talks. His immediate expression is boredom and un-attentiveness. Only letting his massive rage and anger boil over during a fight. When battling he often goes overboard screaming and getting carried away. When fighting his true colors show making him appear as the blood-lusting demon he is.
  
  
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  MEGA ASTRO THE WONDERBOY!!
  
  
  
  Indo & Exo Skeletal Systems: His indo and exoskeleton systems are comprised solely of Xegrite(A rare metal found on Xegragantu of the Lyrian System) This metal has been slightly doctored by Gepetto to ensure it is non conductive and non magnetic while keeping its original properties. This metal and his overall stature give him a highly productive superhuman physiology. Able to lift tons exert tons and even take tons of damage.
  
  
  Angered Life Force: The previous power system always relied on Pinocchio himself previously it used his internal happiness and the cheerful output of his central command core. But it has sense been doctored to run on his Rage and endless Anger. This also tampers his systems carrying a deadly disease to any who dare to absorb or use his powers. Instantly killing any and all who dare to use this tactics. Another thing this does is is lowly increase his power level the longer he fights. Making him angrier the more he fights essentially giving him more power.
  
  
  H.U.D.: This system allows him to not only lock on a target but follow their specific signature weather they go underground int he sky or completely teleport.
  
  
  Blast A Bitch Cannon:His buster blast cannon is comprised solely of raw energy made to strip the properties from anything it hits rendering its molecules useless. This cannon folds out of his hand and grows bigger with the more Rage that is induced out of his system.
  
  
  Metallic Symbiotic Skin: Hidden at the base of his belly button is what his skin is comprised of a weird bacteria like symbiotic with metallic traces of his Xegrite metal in it. Not only can this skin transmute other earthly items such as earth and metal into Xegrite as well as turn itself into pitch black Xegrite.
  
  
  Ring System: A ring comprised solely of his Xegrite compound being.
  
  
  Logic Mode: Also known as The Idiocy this literally dumbs down Pinocchio inflicting him with the ability to only use his most basic tactics, brute force. With this stupidity comes a great ally, his immunity to anything he doesn't immediately understand. As the battle goes on he becomes dumber and dumber with only his initial rage towards his current target ever so growing. Allowing him immunity to things that are out of his thinking process. Words he sees that try to explain harmful things to him are replaced by BLAH BLAH BLAH and YADDA YADDA YADDA even words he hears are replaced with this giving him completely immunity to things he initially doesn't know about.
  
  
  Bully Mode: In this mode the ring takes an unexpected mode, usually used as a last ditch tactic the ring holds the power to not only sense any harm or affect on Pinocchio but spew a pulse wave from itself that can and will cover large areas of distance. This pulse wave affects anything and everything on multiple levels reducing its affect to below human level. If Pinocchio so chooses she can exempt individuals and items from this blast of power dampening if not it automatically effects everything on the field. Reducing them to the same power as an average base level human and even below.
  
  
  
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  Planet: [ / / E N D ], The Lyrian Waste Basket. Galactic Terrorists, Space Pirates, Warlords, Demons, Serial Killers, Run-Of-The-Mill Criminals. If they're a "threat" to "modern" society then it's more than likely they'll be picked off and thrown away, dumped into the living embodiment of "Trash".
  
  
  A once glorious, mesmerizing, and captivating view now plagued with settlements of all kinds, it's best to stay the landscape isn't in best condition. Barren wastelands, deserts as far as they eye can see, and just about two driplets of water per day to go by; yeah this isn't the most suitable living situation. (That's if you didn't live in New Heaven). Any and all wildlife have been held captive for various reasons, only the greatest of organizations and gangs possessed actual livestock. Pollution is a thing, and quite a nasty one at that. If you do happen to find an animal strutting around out there.. it's more than likely poisoned from the toxins their motorcycles and edge-mobiles constant expel on a daily basis.
  
  
  Being such a rough territory, people often ask what keeps these lowlifes from simply taking off and heading to another planet- dog tags. To those who aren't nomads, traveling from place to place, they are given a dog tag; immediately beheading the individual who leaves the planet's surface. Welcome to your new home, boys and girls.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
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  The Outpost: " The Outpost, a desolate waste, home to the baddest of bad- strategically that is. You've got your Guerilla Warfare, your economic and territory wars, but ain't nothin worse here than the power struggle. You see, once a man gains power, he gains a lot of things; fame and wealth are just helpful benefits. Though don't worry, the guys and gals in Outpost won't rough you up too bad. " - Slim Johnny
  
  
  Granted the name START CITY, The Outpost is the landing pad for all wannabe gunslingers and rag taggers from all across the multi-verse trying to make a name for themselves. Don't be surprised if you run into action not even seconds after arriving, that's just how it works here.. Kill or be Killed.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
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  New Heaven:New Heaven is literally the only mildly safe place on //END. Filled with the remorseful and those who wish to repent for their crimes, New Heaven is a very prosperous and vibrant city filled with the smallest crime rate in //END. It even has a very successful leader and very stable market place. Most of those who are born in New Heaven or migrate their rarely leave due to the fact being their is no where else to go.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  

  
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  Black Market:[bLACK MARKET] is a traveling space ship that often comes to visit [ NEW HEAVEN ]. By selling his wares, The Pirate King Spack Jarrow is able to give food and necessities to the common people all while getting a quick buck and some good old fashioned hospitality. All in all, New Heaven is a good place to live, if you can mentally afford it.
  
  
  Location: Currently Pinocchio lives on the planet //END as he was born their without any current consequences on his being. Roaming the district known as The Outpost Pinocchio has been without an exact home for years.
  
  
  
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  " I hopped trying to carry myself as far as I could, but I was too sickly. The day I had gone without eating such was prevalent in my body. My ribs stuck out the sides of my fur showing through my skin. I shivered and shook as much of what was left of my dirty, matted white fur was beginning to slowly fall off. The beam was so bright you could see it for miles away. I didn't know what miles were at the time or even how far away the thing was. I just wanted food. Something to carry me even something, I thought maybe the light was good you know."
  
  
  The white coated man wrote slowly as the now bipedal creature recalled its events up until now.
  
  
  "Subject seemed to be able to membered past events . It also seemed to be able to recall them vividly subject even showed to be able to expressed deep emotions." He thought to himself as he wrote and let the rabbit finish.
  
  
  "Well I just kept going and going, it seemed so far and I wanted to just stop and die. But one thing stopped me, the foot steppes of the others. They trudged along side me just as hungry as I was . I figured if they could do it I could. As so we continued I hopped, some galloped and others well, they did their thing. We were meet with strange creatures, ones we had not seen ever and other we had not seen in years. Capture we were or so we thought. They carried us away from our broken homes and waste lands. And thats about all I remember."
  
  
  It stopped talking as the lab coated individual finished writing.
  
  
  "Well you're here now and you're safe. We taken you away from the past carnage and our previous wars which ravaged many lands. We've saved countless lives like yours those of which we endangered in the first place and for that we are sorry. We just hope that with this we are finally even"
  
  
  The man put his hands out to the creature as they shook and nodded silent. The man finally broke the silence helping the creature up and leading him out of the small white room.
  
  
  "You hungry?"
  
  
  He would say as they went to a large matching corridor with many others. Humans and bipedal animals alike all forming in lines and talking, laughing and smiling in this safe heaven of life. The man talked as he led the creature to a large mesh hall of interspecies mingling. Everything seemed to blur for the creature. As he ate and talked to the man he couldn't help but think about his future about what he would do what would become of him. he wouldn't worry about that right now he thought to himself. I mean whats the worse that could happen, right?
  
  
  

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[SachiGrl]

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• Name: Sueckra Vinyl
  
  
  Nickname: Sue
  
  
  Age: 315
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Appearance: Sueckra has pale blue skin with multi-colored suckers all over her body. Each sucker is usually circular and bowl-like. On her planet, her suckers are also known as beauty marks. She has two upper cephalopod limbs, fourteen lower cephalopod limbs, and two lower non-cephalopod limbs. All her tentacle-like limbs are slim until the ends form into a tentacular club. Her lower fourteen cephalopod limbs take on a similar shaped commonly known as a skirt to the Humans while her two lower non-cephalopod limbs are used to walk on land. Her lower cephalopod limbs usually curl at the ends when she is walking upon the land. This is to prevent her suckers from, you know, sucking. Sueckra's kind does not wear clothing or accessories. Her upper body has a similar form to female Humans, but has no, as Humans call it, nipples. She is simply covered throughout her skin with alluring beauty marks.
  
  
  
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  Chordate

  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Planet: Chordate
  
  
  Description: Chordate is a beautiful blue planet orbiting one of Alsari's heat emitting magical balls of light within a galaxy called Lyra. Being only a fifth as bright, the magical ball is slightly smaller and cooler than a G-type main-sequence star. The blue planet has an endless ocean filled with aquatic beings. It has a very cloudy sky and is warm and humid all the way to the polar regions. The planet is mostly composed of ringwoodite rocks, wadsleyite rocks and water. Unique minerals within the ringwoodite and wadsleyite can include a significant amount of water in its crystal structure.
  
  
  

  Sipiolidae

  
  
  
  

  

  
  
  
  City: Sipiolidae
  
  
  Description: Sipiolidae is an underwater city hidden within aquatic caves filled with air pockets. Seventy percent of the city is submerged in the water while the rest is exposed within the air pockets of the caves. The city is made of the rocks from within the cave and were made thousands and thousands of years ago when the air pockets was extremely compressed. As time passed the pressure within the aquatic caves changed. The submerged air and the water pressure on it decreased. This expanded the air pocket's volume causing the city's buildings to be exposed outside of the water. The city has many ancient sculptures engraved in their walls of the past royals and soldiers.
  
  
  
  
  
  

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  Species: Chordatians
  
  
  Description: Chordatians are aquatic beings residing within the planet Chordate. While approximately eighty percent of Chordatians have regular gills for breathing underwater, twenty percent have evolved their gills and limbs to land and air. Most of these Chordatians are home within caves containing air pockets. All aquatic beings consume water and magma produced by the rocks within the sea. At certain depths, the unique minerals within the ringwoodite and wadsleyite break down in a process called dehydration and release the water inside its mineral to form magmas. Most of these magmas contain magic that enforces the art of the water mantra.
  
  
  
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  Pink
  
  
  Males>Females
  
  
  Attention
  
  
  Reflective objects
  
  
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  Black
  
  
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  Monotone voices
  
  
  Losing
  
  
  Insults
  
  
  Clothing
  
  
  Silence
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  Sueckra is an outgoing being. She is unafraid of confrontations, speaking her opinion or desires. She's quite laid-back until someone pushes her buttons. It takes a lot of her buttons to be pressed before she explodes in anger. An easy trigger, though, is when she's close to failure. She hates the idea of failure, but if a compliment or two is thrown in the mix, Sueckra's mood could be easily lightened. She loves flirting with strong beings specifically men. She is a girly, competitive pansexual. She loves twirling and fighting for the win. Additionally, she is bright and has a twist of narcissism in her soul. When reflective objects are near, her eyes always happens to be upon them and deliberately upon herself. Having such large, lovely eyes enables Sue to be keen and almost defensively flawless in battle.
  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Sueckra Vinyl was born in Sipiolidae by two amphibious parents. Naturally, she inherited their abilities and she first learned how to swim then quickly learned how to walk upon the cave's rocks. It was always a tradition for the amphibious ones to learn how to swim first and then immediately teach their children to walk on land. It was second nature for Sue to withhold water within her enlarged gill chambers to sustain breathing while she was on land for the first time. As she grew, she was known as the most beautiful Chordatian in Sipiolidae. The unique multi-colored suckers scattered throughout her body attracted almost every being within her city. She was come to known as the Queen of Beauty Marks. While all Chordatians were unique, she stuck out the most due to her large variations of color on her skin. Sueckra grew bored of simply being beautiful and decided to learn the arts of aquatic magic which utilizes water mantra. As she expected, her beauty enhanced as she learned the art. Her beauty spread across the endless seas of Chordate. She has been challenged by male and females alike to magical duels and she has yet to find a worthy opponent in all her 300 years of living. She is extremely wealthy from all the battles she has won, so she lives quite royally. Polygamy is very popular among the wealthy, so long as you can financially support your husbands and wives. Sueckra has 32 husbands and 11 wives. Most of them are battle trophies for her. They, in particular, were selected because of their immense strength. They were a decent challenge to her in comparison to all her fights.

  
  
  
  
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  Night Vision- Is able to see in the dark.
  
  
  Wall Climb- Uses her suckers to climb any surface.
  
  
  Flexible Body- Can bend and fold the body effortlessly.
  
  
  Sucker Kick- Sucks an opponent with one lower limb and kicks the opponent with another lower limb.
  
  
  Sucker Punch- Sucks an opponent with one fist and punches the opponent with the other.
  
  
  Sucker Trap- Captures opponent with fourteen lower limbs and strangles.
  
  
  Amphibian- The enlarged gill chambers are used to retain a bubble of water to be able to adapt and breath on land.
  
  
  Water Gun- A magic ability. Pressurized water is shot using water mantra.
  
  
  Water Shield- A magic ability. A water shield summoned by mantra is formed to guard any incoming attacks.
  
  
  Water Decoy- A magic ability. The water mantra is used to create a form to fool enemies.
  
  
  Water Ride- A magic ability. The water mantra is used to slick-en one's limbs to quicken their movement.
  
  
  Reflective Water- A magic ability. The water reflects what's behind the mantra user to produce camouflage.
  
  
  Water Works- A magic ability. Multiple shots of fuming hot pressurized water is aimed towards the sky.
  
  
  Water Replenishment- A magic ability. A bubble of water is restored within her gill chambers.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Sueckra was curled up in the back seat of the vehicle that was transporting her to an unknown destination. Her green lips were pouting as she snored softly. Her large eyes were seemingly open, but she was sound asleep. Her eyes have a natural, thin outer film; it prevents dryness and provides general protection needed in and out of water. As she breathed using the bubble of water stored within her, her enlarged gill chambers expanded, then collapsed . Suddenly, the vehicle turned greatly and woke Sue from her slumber. Upon her awakening, her enormous eyes beamed a faint yellow glow.
  
  
  "Hmm?" her eyes slowly scanned the vicinity as her vision sharpened.
  
  
  "Oh, you're awake," said a conspicuous voice.
  
  
  "Whe-" her yawn interrupted her incoming inquiry.
  
  
  "Welcome to Valhalla. Try your best and become a god!"
  
  
  The voice spoke enthusiastically. It was alarming yet Sueckra didn't react to it. Her sight was still adjusting to the bright orange and blue-steel colors. She could barely make out the talking figure. He was a dark, ominous figure. Despite not being able to see the seemingly male driver in his entirety, she twisted her body to the side seductively. She always liked surprises. What secrets does he hold? With that curious thought in mind, she asked:
  
  
  "So, where we heading, big boy?" she looked ahead of them spotting a large silver bowl.
  
  
  "We're heading towards the arena."
  
  
  "Oh, and will you be battling me?" a sly grin appeared on her lips.
  
  
  "Oh, ho, ho! No," he said quite cheerfully.
  
  
  Suddenly, she lost interest in the being seated ahead of her. Even after regaining her sight, he was still some sort of manifest of darkness resembling a silhouette of a generic life form. This vessel she was riding in was proceeding in a velocity unfamiliar to her. Back in Chordate, her home planet, no such technology existed. She had little to no concern on being on an alien planet. With the strange orange haze below the platform the vessel rode and the night sky illuminated with man-made lights, Sueckra's eyes were having quite the feast. This just might be fun!
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[CHIMNY]

Name: Arkan


Age: 3 billion years


Sex: None


Appearance: Arkan is a humanoid being, he has a skeleton resembling body. His eyes are a deep shade of red with black pupils. Arkan is 8 feet tall with a bulky body, he has 2 wings that resemble metallic bat wings, each 6 feet wide and retractable. He wears no clothing at all. From time to time his body will look like molten metal and even fire. Outside of his neutral appearance, he can take the form of anything else.


Planet: Roams space in the Vestus, a living part of Arkan


City/Area: Vestus


Likes: His only likes are: destruction, taking power/genetics of other beings, and inflicting fear.


Dislikes: He hates when different life forms come together into an alliance. He also dislikes the law and built societies.


Personality: Arkan is a being of very few words, he rarely speaks or shows any signs of a sentient creature. He just stays still when not in combat.


Background: Arkan is a demon who got banished into an old vessel. Some time later scientists camped on the vessel to develop a living organism to heal and regenerate cells. Arkan escaped the vessel and possessed the cure. He used it to steal the cells from the remaining creatures on the vessel, he would store the cells in his 'asteroid' or body and use them at will. Arkan naturally had cells that could harden and melt, they also could change other cells to their will or just make them alike.


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Can control genetics and cells, has a 'hive mind' meaning it can control multiple organisms at once. His cells can also harden and change to a molecular level. Weakness - extreme cold, it doesn't kill him but it can slow him down a lot.


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Arkan stepped out of Vestus, with a diamond like texture for his body, he made an exhaling sound as he retracted his wings. In a bold, confident stand he looked to the sky and roared. Arkan looked back down, he flew 30 feet in the air, observing the climate and geology. Arkan then dissolved into thousands of wasp like creatures. They flew down into the planet and attacked every single creature the saw, absorbing its cells, after a few minutes the returned to Vestus. They all went into one form - a wasp like creature twice as big as the previous Vestus. They flew into another patch and began the process again.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ian, an Average, Everyday Desk Clerk
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• Name: Ian Smith
  
  
  Title: Sales Associate
  
  
  Age: 24
  
  
  Sex: Male
  
  
  Appearance: Ian's an average man, of average height and an average build. Paying the gym a visit once or twice a week, he keeps a pleasantly firm musculature, some definition being visible in his arms, legs, chest and stomach, but nothing too notable. He's someone who likes to keep his moderately straight hair at a nice, short cut, never allowing it enough length to cause an unsightly droop beneath his neck or ears. Likewise, he keeps his somewhat attractive mug clean of any facial hair, shaving morning to keep it under control.
  
  
  Unless he isn't working, in which case, he allows himself to get a few extra winks of sleep, and leave it until that night.
  
  
  His facial features, as noted before, are pretty OK. He's blessed with a freedom of any acne scarring, but, other than that, there's nothing particularly sexy or dashing about his mortal visage. Except that he has glasses, I guess. If you're into that kind of thing.
  
  
  
• Planet: Earth. The planet we live on. Wikipedia it.
  
  
  City/Area: New York. It's a noisy place where people like hot dogs, pretzels, and speaking in every ninety's cop's favorite accent.
  
  
  Additional Information: His apartment as an OK view of the city. Nothing too bad, not nothing to write home about, either. Oh, and his best friend, Joe, only lives a block or two away, which is nice.
  
  
  
• Likes Coffee, His day off, Susan
  
  
  Dislikes: Teenagers nowadays, Awkward moments at the water cooler, Susan
  
  
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  Ian is a pretty OK dude. He's not terribly exciting, (or excitable, for that matter), like, he's not exactly the guy that you're going to go around praising as 'THIS GUYYYYY', when you're drunk. But he certainly isn't that guy who you're doing to go around damming as 'THAT GUY!' when you're drunk, either. He's got the sort of personality where he can get along with most people who meet him, unless they're outrageously abrasive themselves, but, most of his relationships never really get past that stage. The 'kinda of gets along with', stage. So, his circle of friends, like, his real circle of friends, the one that you invite out to go drinking, not the extended one that just shows up even though you didn't ask them, is pretty... Average in size.
  
  
  His willpower, and intellect aren't anything spectacular either. He's the guy the got all the 'pretty decent' grades in school, usually sitting at a firm B, with the rare A or C thrown in to mix things up. He could, probably, have done better, but only being in the possession of an average level of willpower, would usually stop after an hour or two of study, to browse Facebook, or play a video game. Likewise, he is pretty decent at holding his temper, should anyone ever infringe into a zone of behavior that could be classed as annoying, buttttt, he isn't about to keep a smiling, tolerant mask forever. Man has his limits, geez, don't look at him like he just killed your dog because he's sick of your stupid fucking gossip.
  
  
  The, perhaps only, notable thing about Ian is his perchance for good old, deadpan snark. Working a menial office job for the past two years, he's had plenty of time to figure out subtle little ways to let off some of his frustration towards his co-workers, without causing too much drama within the office.
  
  
  Background: something something school, high school, college, lame job, lame job
  
  
  
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  An average, sensible man, Ian doesn't really have much combat experience. He got into a tussle or two at school, but those only ever ended with the teacher swooping in and breaking up him, and whatever ruffian decided that he'd mess with him. And he was pretty much always the one left worse for wear.
  
  
  Where Ian does 'excel', though, is in a pretty weird place. See, Ian is a peculiar being in that, he pretty much lacks peculiarity in every fiber of his meek human flesh. He's a man who works an average job, with average hours, and an average pay. He lives in an average apartment, adorned with average furnishings, and an average, non-magical girl making cat. His relationship with his co-workers are decidedly average, not going very far beyond a drink or two every other friday. Something slightly more notable, is the fact that he's currently dating Susan Williams, a Sale Associate one year his senior. Unfortunately, things aren't going particularly well for the two of them, the mistake of workplace romance making itself readily apparent to them both. But, well relatively distraught about it, Ian isn't about to go screaming at the heavens about the whole ordeal. There's always more fish in the sea, after all.
  
  
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  "What the fuck"
  
  
  "This guy, is he just trying to fill out paragraphs with this trivial shit?"
  
  
  "Is this a joke?" yes you special snowflake you
  
  
  Stay with me a minute though, this is all important stuff.
  
  
  See, Ian is some who is so average so incredibly normal, that he has too much of the stuff to go around. He's cultivated so much normalcy in his bland, 24 years of life, that he's transcended normal normalcy, and become something more.
  
  
  Ian, the Avatar of Normalcy.
  
  
  Of course, there's no actual title. That'd be weird.
  
  
  Ian, unwittingly, surpassed what could be called a 'normalcy event horizon', with the level of dullness in his life, and now, his presence imposes it on the environment around him. Anything fantastical, supernatural, or unearthly that comes within whatever area he's currently inhabiting will find itself stripped of it's abilities, technologies, and biological advantages, reduced down to whatever level Ian, on a subconscious level, would consider to be within the realms of possibility. Past 'victims' of his 'ability' include an evil magus, who, hellbent on revenge against one of his co-workers, invaded his workplace, only to find himself robbed of his abilities and reduced to the power of an everyday party magician. He was later arrested and taken care of by the appropriate, responsible individuals. Oh, and of course, Ian never actually knew about his real power. He just thought the guy was some crazy asshole.
  
  
  There was also one case of an alien trying to invade Earth.
  
  
  Who was turned into an amusement park mascot for the duration of his stay in Ian's city.
  
  
  He left and never came back.
  
  
  The effects of Ian are, fortunately(?) though, not permanent. They only persist for as long as the affected are in the same 'area' as Ian. The actual definition of area though, is a tad loose. Ranges have been noted to stand any from the room he's standing in, the building he's working in, or the city he's living in, depending on where, depending on his disposition towards where he is. For his 'area' to reach city levels, though, the general theory (not that people theorize about him, though, because that would be weird) is that it depends on how comfortable he is with the area he's in. The more at home he feels in a city, the more the 'definition' of the place he's in will grow, from room, to apartment, to building, to block, to city, and such-forth.
  
  
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[GraySin]

Detra Tius, the Trash Witch
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• Name: Detra Tius Title: Trash Witch Age: 3,683, give or take a year or two. 583 of which in her 4th Life Cycle. Sex: Female (question mark?) Appearance: What flesh is exposed is sinewy and red. Her body is extremely thin and emaciated. She stands just below eleven feet tall, towering high over most sentients. A statuesque manifestation of someone's worst nightmare. Her slender, pale fingers are covered in a boney armor that extends and meets to fine points, sharp enough to pierce the thickest of steel. Her face is shielded by the same bone-like material, leaving only her parted lips exposed, exposing a set of flat teeth with another row of them deeper in her throat.
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  PURGAMENTUM CLUSTER The Purgamentum Cluster is a group of asteroids suspended in a G.S field*. The asteroids were authorized as galactic dumpsters and prisons, filth with filth. In the beginning, there were only 10, but now, as Detra accumulates more and more power, the cluster fills, now reaching nearly 53 asteroids, each varying in size and shape and purpose. The largest of the Purgamentum Cluster, Sordes, (shown above to be where the ships are headed) is covered in a heavy dark blue fog that oozes from the various craters covering the asteroid. Of the other asteroids in the Cluster, Sordes is the only one where Outsiders and Foreigners are permitted to land and barter. Cities/Areas:
  
  
  
  
  SORDES Beneath the dense veil of blue that suffocates the asteroid are vast seas of waste, debris, defunct ships and anything that mind could fathom. Garbage upon garbage as far as the eye can see. Sordes was once home to one of the most notorious prisons in the Western Galaxy, Carcer Tectum, until one day a gravitational anomaly caused Sordes to collide with another asteroid, forcing the two together, allegedly killing over 6,000 prisoners.
  
  
  
  
  DETRIAL SPIRE In all of Sordes and the Purgamentum Cluster, the Detrial Spire has the highest population density; a staggering 10, 000 per mile. Given the Detrial Spire only spans 4 miles, most of which is desolate pools of waters too acidic to permit life. The Detrial Spire is the resulting terrain of Sordes and Altair colliding, forcing rock upon rock and building a large tower which Detra Tius had hollowed out and turned into her personal castle. Around the Spire are thousands upon thousands of rib-like apartments that sit at its base. Every other decade, the Trash Witch allows commerce, allotting a number of traders and merchants to enter her Cluster and perch on the jagged mountains that surround the Spire. (CURRENT HOME OF DETRA TIUS)
  
  
  
  
  NOXIUS RIVERS Throughout Sordes, thin, almost dried up, rivers weave around the asteroid, all connecting. Many scientists believe the heavy blue miasma that surrounds Sordes is a result of these rivers. High concentrations of Cyanide are released into the atmosphere over time due to the acrid properties of the various pollutants contaminating the asteroid.
• Likes Trash – sharp and shiny trash in particular The color red Music Knowledge Space Dislikes Ignorance Squares Snakes Narcissism Sand Personality: Detra Tius is not a being of many words. She often is sighted roaming the Noxius rivers, vanishing into the blue mist. Her personality shines most through her despotic methods of ruling the Purgamentum Cluster. Though residing in the Spire, her all-seeing eye is not blind to anything that occurs in the Cluster. Her very essence is tied into the Cluster, and because of this she can detect the slightest of shifts and have any threats eradicated with the flick of her wrist, dispatching her Collectors to either detain or destroy. She is often viewed very negatively by the public, but at the same time, she is also viewed to be an Angel. She allows anyone to thrive in her Cluster so long as they do not oppose her. A vast majority of the population are death-row inmates and homicidal maniacs. Background: Detra Tius hails from a long lineage of quasi-dimensional entities that simply go by the Demiurges. No more than 11 can exist at the same time, and more than 2 in the same dimension. Their lifespans are nigh infinite. They can exist so long as they wish or until they are killed manually. More often than not, the Demiurges become tired of Life and seek to end their own, in doing so resetting the entire slate into a blank template in their respective dimension, an ability only akin to a Demiurge who has well lived past their 5th Life cycle. Detra Tius was nearing the end of her gestational cycle while soaring through the vast expanse of space, a humble asteroid acting as her artificial womb. She entered the Larval cycle mid-reach to the current Sector she resides in now. Along the perilous journey, she found sustenance in the space debris of worlds and passing Suns. She ate and ate, consuming until weighing the asteroid with her new-found weight, settling into her third Life cycle-Pupal. The asteroid eventually began to lose momentum and rested in a blossoming solar system in the Lyra galaxy. Tius slept for over a thousand years, the core of her being burning hotter and hotter, rivaling the intensity of the system's home star. An emergent gravitational field began to develop as a result of her celestial presence. More and more remnants of planetesimal masses began to amass and collect around the asteroid that would be named Sordes, creating the Purgamentum Cluster. Finally, Detra Tius woke up, bringing her into the adolescence of her Life, the 4th cycle of Vigour where her powers were growing every day and with them, her insatiable thirst for knowledge. This awakening came around the period of time the Carcer Tectum facilities were being developed. Tius stretched her aching body, unknowingly forcing the neighboring asteroid, Altair, into Sordes, completely destroying 1/3 of the entire surface, replacing it with mountainous ruins that acted as bridges into the remaining mass that was Altair, now a torn apart rock that hung awkwardly beneath Sordes. Carcer Tectum was abandoned, the prisons assumed dead. While a great deal were, many were still alive and braved the vast trash oceans that blanketed the surface of their new home. They lived in disarray for many moons until one day Detra Tius stepped from her earthen womb. The prisoners looked upon her as a savior, the One who would liberate them from this desolate wasteland. But they were wrong. This ruinous land would be the hearth to her own world. She struck down those who opposed her, their graves a constant reminder to those who would think to cross and disobey. She ordered the erection of the Detrial Spire, organized her own personal guard, the Collectors, and imposed her Absolute Law – to disobey is to die.
• Abilities: The Demiurge existed before man and they will exist after man. Let's Get Ancestral! The Demiurge have a hive-like genetic code. They possess relative knowledge of most things their predecessors have assimilated over their lengthy lives, giving Detra Tius a vast bank of information to draw upon, limited only by the places and things her Kin have seen. Does it Stink in Here or is That Just You... The Demiurgian physiology varies greatly from that of most sentient lifeforms. They require very little sustenance, and their nutritional diet consists of cosmic dust, a subsistence that occurs when another Demiurge self-detonates and destroys a galaxy, spreading its residue throughout the entire universe. Their physiology also becomes variant upon their environment, adapting quickly to suit their conditions. Detra's particular adaptation gives her toxic and pressure/gravitational immunity, her own gravity able to push against and at the least, stave off the pressure of space, allowing her to freely traverse the universe if she so desired. Refrain From Touching the Art, Thank You. The hardened white bone-like structures that cover most of Tius' body are almost indestructible. The sinewy red flesh of her lower stomach and neck-up region as well as her upper thighs appear to be the only areas where solid mass could maim. All Employees Must Wash Their Hands! Detra Tius's touch harbors something most foul. Pestilence. A disease of the body and mind. Her body is an incubator to thousands of diseases. Physical contact can create a necrotic effect, establishing a flesh killing infection of various bacteria that eats away at anything organic. The toxins in the Cluster each have their own little fun, unique way of making life unbearable, not limited to just melting your face off. On Sordes, the most common of which is a delirium inducing gas. Tius' body can emulate the gaseous disease and spread it where she goes, causing pandemonium in her wake. The fumes heighten the production of adrenelline as well as impairing the limbic system. This makes the infected near fearful of anything and induces a dire sense of paranoia, turning brother against brother and leading to hysteria and in most cases, self-demise. Telekinesis Tius's mind has a comprehension of the world most can only hope to achieve. With her limited physical range, she often opts to use a range only limited to what she can see with her "Third Eye". She can expand her will and extend vestigial metaphysical hands to move and crush what she desires. The Might of her mind can defy standard laws of physics. She has held 53 massive asteroids suspended in space with sheer will alone for over a millennium without so much as batting an eye. Her main limitation being she has to "see" the object she wishes to bend and move.
• Writing Sample: I brushed through the lesser-streets surrounding the Spire, the very apparition of Death. I ran my fingers against the metallic walls, sparks dancing behind me as the shrill screech of metal pierced the silent streets. The sentients had scattered like the vermin they were. They should be ever so grateful I permit them to exist here, with Me. An honor deprived of many. I traversed the seemingly endless staircase that spiraled to the top of my tower, and upon reaching the top, I sighed. The spire was high above the cloud-line, twisting and contorting into the darkness until it inevitably came to a halt, the sentients incapable of enduring the brutal vacuum of space. My very essence could have been lost in that ever expanding void of nothingness if not for the crashing sounds of thunder that rumbled beneath me, stirring my tower. I could see the flashes of white and gold dancing between clouds. "R-ain.." I attempted to speak, saying "are-ain" instead, the words foreign to my mouth. My mind could not help but to edge towards the surrounding planets. I was not awake to see them in their infancy, but I was able to feel them. The warmth of the star, Primus, giving life to their inhabitants. I could feel the lush green of their forests and the rich blues of the ocean, unlike the opaque mists that keep me blind from the universe. The palate of this system was once so rich and full of color. I was determined to paint from all of them. However, that was all destroyed. The sentients squandered what they were given, their greed consuming them and the planets. They would drain the oceans and plunder their resources. They would reduce entire forests to ash and stone. The small remnants of what was once are now preserved in my memories, confined to a solitary word. And now, their avarice would lead to their own destruction. As I stand here, my kingdom in the sky, the entire Purgamentum Cluster breaks apart and spreads across the solar system, inching closer and closer to the core planet, Verala. I will deliver back that which they sought to rid of and destroy everything. The Detrial Spire will detach, and with it, me and my Collectors will watch from afar as the planet becomes ravaged by cataclysm.

 

[Swoob]

I (don't) want to ascend

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• Name Prophet Steele
  
  
  Title The Savior; The Leader
  
  
  Age 26
  
  
  Sex Male
  
  
  Appearance Prophet is a large man, standing at 6'4" with a strong, imposing frame. With his long, spiky blond hair, brown eyes and almost childish face, he could easily be considered rather attractive. As the leader of the Lirian revolution, he is almost never seen without his leader's attire – a long, black fur coat with the insignia of the revolution on the back ((not quite like the Cloud Strife from Advent Children)). In addition, he has silver earrings, black fingerless gloves (with the insignia on the palms), and multiple battle scars on his appendages.
  
  
  
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  LIRI is a country in the midst of a bloody revolution. For as long as time can remember, the country has been a frightening military superpower, despite their poverty and lack of staple export. Liri is ruled by a strong, fascist dictator who goes by the name Layko Alais. For centuries, the Alais family has ruled by lineage with an iron grip, viciously punishing those who oppose their regime. However, after a recent buildup of events, a revolution is being led by Prophet Steele with the aid of the countries Cerea and Eranii. Currently, the revolution is looking towards victory, especially due to the vast majority of other countries supporting Prophet's movement as well as his own overwhelming strength and cunning.
  
  
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  Peace
  
  
  His subordinates
  
  
  A L C O H O L
  
  
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  Power-hungry tyrants
  
  
  Naïvety
  
  
  Vanilla
  
  
  Personality On the outside, Prophet seems very aloof and battle-hardened. He rarely ever gets emotional, keeping an air of calmness and capability no matter what wild instance he gets hit with. This calmness is one of the reasons he has such an overbearing leaderly presence and why his subordinates revere him.
  
  
  However, if one were to get close to him and talk to him, they may notice that there is often a strain to his words. Most of the time, it feels like Prophet is trying to chain down the boiling anguish that churns within him.
  
  
  However, he isn't completely an angry, standoffish person. His past experiences have driven him at times to make sure nobody else experiences the same pain. While he isn't the nicest man on earth, he can occasionally show a compassionate side.
  
  
  Background The story began for Prophet Steele like it did for most bastard children. A young and charming Sitian traveller visited the planet of Alsari out of sheer curiosity and interest. There, he met the high elf people, and fell in love with a beautiful elven noble. Things were taken too far, actions covered up, people silenced, and, in the end, the young half-breed baby was shipped back to a random country in Sitia without his father, who died due to "unknown circumstances."
  
  
  After being taken in by a small family of a mother, father and daughter, Prophet lived in innocence before reaching the age of four. Then, he left for his first day of school, where he first experienced the true darkness of the country he lived in. His days were more or less the same most of the time. At school, they would teach him the glory of their leader and other propaganda as well as some basic skills. Then, they would go to "recess," where they were trained to fight and competed in brutal games. Surprisingly, he naturally excelled at combat and always came out of these games on top. Finally, he would return home and help his family survive until the next morning.
  
  
  On Prophet's 13th birthday, his sister, Alice, wanted to have a special celebration. For almost a week, she did not use her meal tickets at lunch, saving them up to have a big feast on his special day. However, the day she spent them all at once, a guard took notice and accused her of stealing. Normally, she would've been beaten severely, but her emotions overtook her and she retaliated at the officer. In one resounding gunshot, her life was taken from her because of a single, poorly thought out idea. About 45 minutes later, Prophet set out to find her and discovered her body on the street.
  
  
  From that moment on, a heavy sheet of silence hung over the family of three. Inside, Prophet's desire for revenge festered, germinating into blistering rage. Four years later, at 17, he was forcibly drafted into the army, leaving the empty husks that were his parents. He could not escape for years; he was forced to endure the most brutal training and strict discipline he had ever imagined. On his missions, he saw horrifying things the likes of which he never thought humans could do to one another. With each innocent person he was forced to silence, his anger grew to unbelievable amounts.
  
  
  A full four years later, when he was 21, the officials finally listened to his requests to visit his parents. He was allowed ten minutes with two escorts to return to his home. Despite a deep, gut-wrenching feeling that something was wrong, he travelled back to his home, filled with nostalgia. And when he opened the door, he didn't find his parents, but two rotting corpses dangling from the ceiling. They hung themselves only a month after he was taken.
  
  
  It was at that moment that Prophet Steele finally snapped.
  
  
  He looked back on that day a lot – perhaps the higher-ups showed him his parents in an attempt to break his soul. However, they never could have imagined what they unleashed. With the last of his family gone, Prophet's feelings spilled out of him in an earthquake of emotion. Screaming from the depths of his heart, the ground shook to the point that the floor fissured. Buildings collapsed and killed many, and shockwaves of heat were released from his body, burning his escorts to death. In a fit of rage, he barreled through the streets and fled the city. He had just survived his first experience with the magic he was born with.
  
  
  It has now been five years since that day. Since then, he has further discovered and trained his powers as well as body and mind. Now, he has become an almost godly force, capable of horrifying amounts of destruction. Traveling to many settlements in Liri, he gathered a massive group of people seeking to change their country and, with help from many escaped military officials, trained them in battle. He has won almost every battle he commanded, and has occasionally even made political appearances as the rebellion became more famous. The countries Cerea and Eranii, two major developed countries, supplied them with more fighters, officials and weapons. With victory in the palm of his hands, Prophet Steele leads his people to a new tomorrow – for his sister, his parents, and everybody that lived under the Alais tyranny.
  
  
  
• Skills Prophet was born with Alsaric magic, a type of magic that is extremely versatile in its uses. However, even among Alsaric magic wielders, he is a special case, as he was born with magic reserves the likes of which has almost never been seen before (however, there is definitely still a limit).
  
  
  He was born with and has trained in a type of dark magic called Destruction. An extremely deadly and ranged magic, Destruction often manifests itself in the form of explosions, earthquakes, collapse and fire. The more powerful and lethal the destruction, the larger toll it takes on the user's magic reserves.
  
  
  While fire may be more easily controlled, huge fireballs and pools will sap the user's energy. Lightning, a more powerful and "packed" form of fire, will take much more energy as well. Earthquakes are great for crowd control, but aren't lethal and take lots of energy as they are enormous in size. Collapse can dismantle, but depends on the size and complexity of the object – weapons, despite their small size, will take lots of energy, and Prophet usually chooses not to collapse them as he may only be able to collapse one before his other attacks will be hindered. Explosions are the core idea of Destruction. They range from small pops of sound to massive rolling clouds of fire. Normally, most of these attacks would be nigh-unperformable by Alsaric mages, but Prophet has been able to successfully execute them and even use them in succession. However, as explained above, there are still limits.
  
  
  Prophet isn't well-versed in weaponry, but he is an outstanding melee fighter due to his background and natural aptitude. His use of Destruction magic has been able to further bring out his potential in this regard, allowing him to pack his punches and kicks with fire. Also, he can use other powers to boost himself, such as using explosions to blast him toward places. He is not completely immune to his magic, though, so this form of self-buffing can be risky.
  
  
  
• Writing Sample PROPHET STEELE SAT leaning back in his large chair, eyelids resting heavily over his two chocolate orbs. On the opposite side of the large room, a man stood panting, his uniform painted with holes and patches of dirt and blood. The commander of the Liri Liberation Unit sighed as if slightly inconvenienced and opened his eyes.
  
  
  "You don't need permission to speak," he reassured in a deep voice. "So?"
  
  
  The messenger relaxed his shoulders and spoke frantically. "The enemy outnumbers us in outstanding numbers, sir! Our front lines are being decimated; we're about to lose the battle–"
  
  
  "So you need me?" Prophet finished. The messenger lowered his head.
  
  
  "Yes. Please."
  
  
  He hoisted himself up and slid the sleeves of his commander's jacket over his arms. Rolling his shoulder, he sighed another time and drawled, "Alright, guess I have no choice."
  
  
  
  
  
  "Alright, make way – leader coming through – come on – oy, move, you fucks." Prophet struggled desperately to move through the crowd of his panicking soldiers. Though he took pride in his subordinates, he admitted that he was not proud of the way they were handling the current battle. Ahead of them, a black mass of uniformed warriors so enormous it wrenched the mind held their ground at the foot of the hill. Putting his gloved hands on two men's shoulders, he pulled them apart and opened a path for him to walk out onto the open battlefield. The white sun glared suddenly, causing him to squint. When his eyes finally adjusted, he opened them fully and stared down at the enemy force.
  
  
  Bullets whirred and soared all around him, the chaos of war ensuing relentlessly. Prophet hated this sound. It made his blood boil. Looking down the slope of the hill, his rage blazed into a large flame. Under his breath, he muttered, "Don't you fucking dare try and kill my soldiers." In one sweeping, grandiose motion, he lifted his hand, curled his fingers into a fist, arced it downward and struck the ground.
  
  
  A devastating shockwave erupted and shot towards the Lirian army. Uprooting the earth, it spread out in a wave and knocked all the soldiers into the air, flailing like fish. When they returned to the ground, a chorus of cracks and screams resounded in the air. As they squirmed around to grab their weapons and drag their injured bodies away from the fight, Prophet put his hand straight into the cool air. With all the power he could conjure, he shouted, "Open fire!"
  
  
  The sound of gunshots rang out behind him as he walked back to his base. Sliding his hand discreetly into his pocket, he pulled out a burnt picture of a beautiful family. "Don't worry," he reassured his deceased family, lifting his chin to the clouds above.
  
  
  "I won't let anyone else suffer like you did. Not until the day I die."
  
  
  

 

[deadpool42]

Dante J. Iscariot
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• Basic Info
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• Name: Dante Jacob Iscariot
  
  
  Title: The Saint
  
  
  Age: 28
  
  
  Sex: Genderfluid
  
  
  Appearance: The Saint is a bastion of a being, with broad shoulders tapering down to narrow hips, a back straight as arrow, and a generally well-kempt musculature. Their complexion is an amber-umber blend that makes it difficult to pigeonhole them into a precise ethnicity, and hair is a coarse, bone-white mane, parted at their crown and swept back behind their ears. Most often, they are seen wearing the Wïerd Coat, a garment of golden leather which, despite its name, is in reality more of a cape that happens to have arm holes. Strung across their wide chest are a wreath of eagle feathers, and both of their arms are the canvases for vastly eclectic tattoos combining iconography and symbolism from a diverse host of pantheons and mythologies.
  
  
  
• Planet: The Saint's celestial body of nativity is none other than a ruined planetoid called Agartha; here, a devastating Armageddon has ravaged the world, after both psionic mind-talents and mystical majyyks were proven real to the general public by a cataclysmic event.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  City/Area: Sodom, a fungus of a country grown from the corpse of the eastern portion of one of the planet's continents, is commonly understood to be the singular most dangerous place on Agartha. Because of this, it's inhabitants have been honed over several brutal generations where only strongest, smartest, and fastest could survive.
  
  
  Additional Information: N/A
  
  
  
• Likes People, beyond everything else. The Saint enjoys the history of humanity, its mythologies and intricacies, and the fact that every last person they have ever encountered succeeds in beings unique, and unlike any other.
  
  
  Dislikes: The Saint would never claim to directly hate anything, however upon encountering those who are bigoted, and rude, and aggressive, and other such cowards, they will attempt to help rectify these people's flaws.
  
  
  Personality: The Saint, as per their eponymous accolade, has a Samaritan’s generosity, willing to destroy themselves if it means just helping a singular stranger. They are entirely too humble to admit to almost any of their positive qualities, though will endlessly point out profound greatness in everyone around them. They are not materialistic enough to abide the concept of “property”, and are thoroughly a pacifist. That said, their Samaritan philosophy trumps over everything else: the Saint will make claims of their grandeur, invoke avaricious ownership, and even physically hurt other people, if they believe doing so will directly benefit someone else.
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  The Saint's story begins in mummified the country of Sodom, where hordes of monsters called Eidolonians have reduced its human inhabitants to either nomadic bands of hardened cutthroats, or carrion-fodder. Ruled by eight tyrants, who maintain power by acting as arbiters between the surviving humans and one of the eight different species of Eidolonians, Sodom is an unsurvivable, treacherous place, the only safe havens being sparse walled-off cities.
  
  
  Out in the wastes, it’s dog-eat-dog; one mistake and you’re a deadman. That means all the Sodomites who are still alive, they’re the ones who don’t make mistakes- and they probably won’t start any time soon. They have binary rule for survival; when trouble starts, they either turn tail and haul ass away from it, or they make certain they’re the ones raising Cain themselves. Nobody’s insane enough to march towards a fiasco in-progress.
  
  
  Or… nobody, strike the Deliverers. That’s what they’re usually called, anyways. They’ll go anywhere to make their deliveries, doesn’t matter how crazy the place is. Their pizzeria is based out of a pre-Ap superliner train called the Arma Virumque Cano, renovated by some magician named Vergil. The Deliverers have a 100% satisfaction guarantee on their orders- so if a customer decides they couldn’t possibly enjoy their delivery if a certain person was still alive, or if a certain object was not in their possession, or if a certain building was not burned down. Well. The customer has to be satisfied, whatever it takes.
  
  
  Dante Iscariot was one such Deliverer, for their late mother, the infamous Sibyl Iscariot, had ties with the Cano’s creator, Vergil. By nature of their job, they were sent out on an endless odyssey of bizarre and insane adventures, all across Sodom and its neighboring state, Gomorrah. These escapades were often in the company of one Daniel Weirdaugur, a fellow Deliverer and long-time comrade. Daniel was in fact only half-Sodomite, their mother having been a Gomorran, which meant that they did not possess the full array of superb genetic advantages that had been thoroughbred into most other Sodomites.
  
  
  This was a downfall made up by their talent as a spoonbender and clairvoyant, skills that in tandem with Dante’s heritage as a member of the Suckerpunch Clan- one of if not the most nefarious faction in all of Sodom- made for a terrifying duo that could get out of nearly any situation with enough clever thinking, bloodshed, mind-tricks, and occasionally simply biting and snarling like a wolf.
  
  
  
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  -Skin of the Messiah; once having belonged to a false prophet named Vergil (who, by circumstance, was also a clone of Dante,) this hide has been transmogrified by the Blood Lotus, a mystical plant once an offshoot of Yggdrasil, which was capable of devouring mystical objects and then creating new items with their same properties. In this manner, the Skin of the Messiah has been constructed out of Leviathan Scales, which grant it all the durability of tank armor, and have the cells of exotic Soul Leeches woven into its subdermis, which feast on a fraction of their hosts spiritual energy and release the potent Ikaheka's Adrenaline, an elixir that partially destroys muscle cells however leaves behind greatly-strengthened calcified husks. Lastly, the Skin was bathed in the waters of the River Eunoe, granting it, and by extension, its wearer, the benediction of that river; in this case, the ability to regenerate wounds. The Saint is able to able to don this flesh via the shapeshifting magic of Skinwalkers.
  
  
  -Runemaster’s Sandals; created by an ancient Arabic enchanter, the sandals are capable of planting mystical runes on any surface a wearer steps over. These include warp markers, which can be translocated back to from a short or long distance away, depending upon the specific species of rune, explosive charges which can detonated manually, timed, or proximity-triggered, and others as well. The Saint has utilized the Blood Lotus to transfer the tattered old sandals into a pair of Converse sneakers.
  
  
  -Conjurant Omnivalence Doxology; this long mural of tattoos wrapping around the Saint’s left arm is a menagerie of Egyptian heiroglyphs, Aztec pictograms, Chinese runes, Greek escutcheons, and Navajo icons, which the Saint can make use of in concert to draw upon conjuration magics of a wide variety of different cultures. Notable instances include summoning the Book of Thoth, erecting a miniature Aztec Sundial to be used as a shield, firing off Chinese Arrows, deploying the Chains of Fenrir, drawing the Seven Branched Sword, among other feats. The ink of the tattoos will glow different colors depending upon the region of the mythology they channel; African is red, European is green, West Asian is yellow, East Asian is purple, South American is orange, and North American is blue.
  
  
  -Alchemically Omnivalent Doxology; adorning the Saint’s right arm, this array of tattoos handles all types of magic and mystcraft related to alchemy, which modifies pre-existing matter or energy, as opposed to conjuration, which temporarily creates it. The effects exuded by these tattoos can only affect contiguous bodies of each phase of matter; the water of a lake, for instance, or the air of the atmosphere, or the earth of the ground, but never more than one in tandem.
  
  
  - Shade Flesh; skinned from the infamous Shade that plagued Sodom, it still contains the souls of the eight Arbiters, Sodom’s previous monarchs, which were too deeply polymerized with the flesh to be freed from it, even after the Shade themself had expired. The Saint utilized the Blood Lotus to change the pelt’s physical form into that of a greatcoat, thus creating the Wïerd Coat, which they have resolved to wear until they can find a way to free the souls trapped within.
  
  
  -Disembodied Shaman; the shrunken head of an ancient Zulu tribesman, plagued by a voodoo curse that keeps it “alive” in a vague sense of the word, and causes it to repeatedly return to the possession of its owner, regardless of how many times it is discarded, or even destroyed. It identifies itself as “Djin”, although states outright that is not its true name. During its life, it was apparently gifted with the unheard of psychic ability, mystokinesis, which allows for the manipulation of mystical energy with one’s mind. “Djin” retains this talent to an incredibly low extent as a shrunken head, and rarely will use it to aide the Saint. Mostly, it just shouts profanities, though.
  
  
  
• Writing Sample:
  
  
  A wayfarer with a long shadow strode through a dense woods. The arbors were abhorrent, with gnarled, scoliostic trunks armored in rough, rugose bark, and great canopies of twisting, shriveled limbs, barren to any plumage of leaves. The person wore a stern old drizabone, with storm-flaps on either shoulder and an imperious, cheek-hugging collar, and a black, oilcloth chupalla whose wide brim served to drape a mantilla of shade over their features.
  
  
  “I know, I know, there’s plenty of important metaphors. The struggle between what one’s heart tells them they want to do, and what logic tells them they must do. And the fact that Medea chooses the latter, for once, is a noteworthy break from the mold. But I still can’t get past the infanticide. It’s just incorrigible.”
  
  
  The discourse which the wayfarer participated in was fully one-sided, for there were no others that they might have been speaking to. Perhaps they were making use of some earpiece, or other similarly unseen device capable of verbal transaction. If that were the case, the person on the other end made a very noteworthy reply indeed, for the wayfarer came to a sudden halt, commenting,
  
  
  “Is that so? Well, it’s no surprise.”
  
  
  Then, as if on cue, there was a great deluge of distinctly anthropic figures from the arcade of tree branches above. They landed in a circumscribed pattern with a chorus of footfalls, leaving the wayfarer themself at the epicenter, as they so often found themself in so many situations. Now in the open, the specific natures of these assailants was far more obvious: they were simple men and women, many clad in flak jackets or riot plates, and garlanded in mottled green and gray rags, and each brandishing all manners and types of modern firearms-- pistols, shotguns, rifles and carbines.
  
  
  Although the wayfarer began to utter a greeting, one of the highwaymen cut them off with a shout of “fire!” and whatever salutation they had planned was lost in great storm of muzzle reports, all aimed at them. Both buckshot and bullets nagged at the surface of their greatcoat, however only succeeded in inflicting frazzled scratches and scrapes in the canvas, as though the seemingly mundane material had the constitution of steel. When the blitzkrieg had abated, they remained standing amidst a flock of smoky dragons curling in slow, lazy arcs from the breasts and sleeves and back and coattails of their durable piece of outerwear.
  
  
  

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  "I (don't) want to ascend"

 

[Stickdom]

Erinas'stos Holarkkin

Can't you hear it calling you? The world slips into the quiet of the night, space becomes the sky, the sun has no power here. The Void is come, it whispers to you in gentle voices. It wants you to answer it. It wants you to sing for it. It wants to you to join it. It wants you to become it. You are already the void. Erina

Basic Info

Alias: The Emissary of The Void

Gender: Female

Age: Unknown, appears approximately 8 years old

Appearance: Erina has piercing eyes, though one would hardly know it with as rarely as she has them open, though any who have seen them call them enchanting and beautiful. Those who have glimpsed her eyes would say that within they saw the infinity of space, and that stars dance through her irises and galaxies swirl upon her pupils. Her skin is smooth with a grey pallor that one could only describe as deathly, though its smoothness lends it to looking delicate, like a porcelain doll. Her lips are thin and loosely sewn closed with a thick black thread, enough that she can manage words past them, but not to allow food nor drink to pass, though any who have tried to glimpse inside would notice she has no tongue, the only thing to fill her mouth is pitch darkness like the maw of a deep cave. Her hair is soft and straight, falling to frame around her pale face, hiding her dainty ears behind a curtain of deepest black. Her clothes almost never change, a pale blue nightgown to cover her frail body, fringed with a lacy hem at the collar and ankles and wrists, only thin stockings cover her delicate feet, though she often wears objects as a hat, whether that is their intended purpose or no. She usually walks in tiny steps, as if a young child tip-toeing down the stairs late at night, and she always carries a walking stick that is as tall as she herself is, with a cluster of small golden bells at the top, tinkling softly with every step. Other than these bells, she makes no sounds as she moves, sometimes even floating or hovering above the ground, giving her the impression of being a ghost, a wisp of a person on the edge of vanishing from existence altogether.​

"We are one, but not one.

We are many, but one.

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But we each are one of many.

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I am not I, but we are we.

Only we are.

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We are all the Void."

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The Planet in Noctis Aeternae

The Twin Cannibals

Eons ago, the one of the Spectral Riders System's binary suns collapsed into the oblivion of a black hole. The shockwaves of the initial supernova carried through the solar system, destroying the first seven planets in their orbits closest to the suns, though the remaining thirteen planets survived. Now, millennia later, the black hole has devoured the remaining sun, leaving only traces of light shimmering around the edges of the event horizon, scraps of a star devoured. The inhabitants of the eighth planet Ordonis thrive, or merely survive, on a world that has long since grown dark and cold, yet beautiful still. The pull of the dark abyss in space has drawn the planet closer over immeasurable spans of time, until the chill fingers of the void reached out to touch the edge of the planet, tearing away fragments of islands and continents, distorting gravity, and sowing fear in the hearts of the globe's citizens. In these deathly fingers came the whispers, ghosts of space who began to roam the planet, seeking to devour all that lay in it. Dark clouds covered most of the skies, clouds which dropped not rain or snow, but tendrils of dark shadow that ravaged the earth and slaughtered thousands. The peoples of the planet lived on constant fear, hastily building cities and safe havens beneath the surface to protect themselves until the end came.

Ordonis on the edge of The Chasm

As it is now, Ordonis is a planet of darkness and fear. The proximity of the black hole has distorted reality, the planet no longer turns, only inching closer year by year to the edge of destruction. The planet's scientists have given it up for lost, the pull of the hole makes escape through spacecraft impossible, even if one escaped what little atmosphere remained, the insignificant weight of a shuttle would only make it the hole's next meal. So the planet has deemed itself lost already, haunted by phantasms of death and destruction, its peoples living every moment expecting to be crushed into nothingness, simply waiting for the end to come. Only the very wealthy could afford to live in the Burrowed Cities, there are those who would exploit even a dying planet, so many still live on the surface, living as they can in abandoned super-cities with technological wonders that no longer hold any meaning. The ground is shuddered by quakes and tremors while the planet slowly falls apart as it draws ever nearer the gaping abyss of The Chasm. The entire planet summed into a few single words would be defeatist and nihilistic.

• Citadel of the Broken Rocks
• Opnair Valley
• Hall of Sorrows

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  Simply called "Citadel" by those who live on or near it, this is one of the last bastions of civilization that live above the ground of Orison. It is on the side of the planet opposite the Chasm, as the black hole has been named, though the change in gravity has made recent advances in creating the floating design significantly easier. In its multitude of honeycombed rooms and passages, those who still live there are scientists and madmen who have not given up on the planet, running experiments and devising theories to drive the planet away from the Chasm and back into open space, where hopefully those who remain can salvage what is left of their planet, or give it up for lost and seek a new home.
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  Near to the Citadel lies a deep ravine in the earth, made more drastic by the rumbling earth that tears itself apart. despite the grave consequences of such a disaster closing the valley, there are still many who maintain their houses in the faces of the cliffs, as they have no where else to go, or cannot afford to move to a safer city. The locals have taken to scampering across the chains in use as bridges, connecting one set of houses carved into the cliff face to the next set. Despite the terrifying end the planet is hurtling towards, those who leave here have some sense of peace and security, willing to spend the last remainder of their lives in some relative peace and beauty.
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  Originally a tomb of the ancient heroes and kings long departed, the Hall of Sorrows is a sacred place, and some still find refuge under its massive columns and arches. It became the face of a refuge that sought sanctum deep in its halls, and as the twisting gravity began to tear the ground from its roots, they dug deeper and deeper, burrowing dwellings of the living next to those of the dead. It is on the side of the planet closest to the Chasm, and there is not a day that goes by without losing some piece of the earth into the sky, though most of it has been linked together with metal chains and stone bridges to maintain what little stability it can muster.

The History of Erinas'stos

When the Chasm began to pull at the planet Orison, many dismissed the thousands of years before the two would come into contact. Still, those thousands of years passed, and the Chasm did indeed begin to eat at portions of the planet. Panicked, many of the wealthier citizens bought passage off of the doomed planet before it was too late, a very young Erinas'stos and her parents being among these. But misfortune struck as their fleet prepared to leave the planet to its fate, the gaping maw drew ever closer and this was the point where it drew too close. As they left the planet's atmosphere, the draw of the abyss reached its highest strength, pulling the entire fleet into itself, and they were gone into oblivion. Erina awoke from a restless sleep to find herself floating in... nothing. A cold shiver ran down her spine as the phantoms that had recently begun to plague the planet now swarmed around her body by the innumerable. She heard their voices, sweetly calling her to join them, to become one with the crushing black, to take them into herself. And a lonely, frightened, and obedient Erina did.


She found herself lying on the grass of her planet when she woke, it had all been a nightmare, a foul dream. She skipped across the lush greenery of the surface towards her house, which she could see in the distance, at the outskirts of the Citadel. What she failed to notice were her shadows, stretching long and grasping unnaturally behind her, even in the day's light, as much as there was with the lack of a sun. She entered to the city, expecting to be greeted by her mother and father, and berated for staying out all day. What she found instead were panicked stares and horrified screams as her shadow took the shape of hands, of mouths, of teeth, reaching and tearing and killing any who came into reach. Erina fell to the ground and sobbed tears of fear as those around her were slain. When she dared raise her eyes, the street was now darkened with blood and shadows, as if the very light and life in the area had been consumed. She fled, fled until her feet would carry her no more. And then came the whispers, multitude of voices telling her to bring them more, to feed on the life-blood of the world. She clapped her hands over her ears, but they came from inside of her, from her mind, her heart. And when she was exhausted from running and crying and hiding, she took her hands from her ears, and listened as they sung her to sleep.


Years passed in this way, Erina wandered forlornly, her age preserved by unknown forces, stumbling over ground she could not see with eyes that remained closed. She dared not open them unless she wished the voices to clamor and shout, begging to feed on everything she saw and make it one with her. The voices pleaded that she devour all matter, though she felt no hunger or thirst, there was a constant longing to engulf everything. Her mouth required no food, she had even been captured while asleep and the shaman had sewn her mouth shut to protect himself from being eaten. His reward when she awoke was to become one with her, the shadow formed again into a beast with one purpose, to ingest. As she wandered, Erina begged those around her to stay away or to kill her, neither of which they seemed capable of doing. When they took up weapons against her, they were deflected by the darkness springing to life around her, a shield she did not want to protect a life she wanted to end. Those who ventured within reach invariably became a meal, no material could defend against pure emptiness that consumed all.


She became a pariah, a wandering prophet, a harbinger of doom, and she warned any who could hear to flee her, to hide, to escape, all the while combating the voices in her head that wanted to draw them near, to sleep in nothingness. Some even began to follow her, seeing her as a savior who could commune with the Void and possibly dissuade it from its course of destruction. And Erina eventually grew to see the beauty of the Void as much as she hated it. And she sang along with the specters of shadow, a haunting tune that spoke of silence and night, of death and the immaterial, and consuming the universe.

An Empty Black Mindscape

Personality:


Erina's mentality can be described as fractured, as if cycling through multiple personas at random. One moment she might beg and plead for anyone who can hear her to run from her, the next, she gives chase like a gleeful child playing a malicious game of Hide-and-Go-Find. Her dominant personality is that of a very young girl, complete with irrational fears and nonsensical humour, though often interwoven with what seems to be knowledge beyond her years. She does seem to take pleasure in grim jokes and turns of phrase, often relating to her appetite or the sudden demise of her audience. Her voice is ethereal and wispy, as if coming from somewhere other than herself, like an oracle in a trance delivering a prophecy, lending to her enigma of a being not of any world known, as something born in between worlds, in the emptiness of space itself.

~Strengths


+ Childish appearance often gives her a social edge; charismatic.


+ Prophecy-like visions can give sudden inspiration or ideas.


+ Keenness of senses and perception make hidden details easier to spot and exploit.

~Weaknesses


- Split mentalities can cut into each other at any moment, disrupting her own thoughts or plans.


- Immature thought processes can lead to plans easily seen through or thwarted.


- Often driven by primal instinct that can cause loss of mental control.

~Likes


+ Edibles; Due to being able to absorb pretty much anything, this doesn't take much.


+ Darkness, especially nighttime; makes her more comfortable and at ease.


+ Solitude; Not much for company, Erina prefers to be left alone if possible.

~Dislikes


- Monologuing; anyone who talks excessively annoys her immensely.


- Bright light; It's not deadly, it's just irritating, like a rash.


- Being forced; If Erina doesn't want to do something, no power known can command her to comply.

Beautiful Power, Darkest Imaginable

While Erina views them not as a powerful tool, but a divine gift, her abilities are wide and varied as the stars that adorn the night sky. They originate from her inner connection to the infinite expanse between the celestial bodies, and all of its forms appear as utter blackness with the shimmer of galaxies and constellations embedded in and over its surface, like peering at the clearest night sky conceivable. While the uses are as boundless as the items they can be used upon, there is always a cost, in strength and power. The ability to manifest such otherworldly phenomena is taxing on the very essence of reality, and Erina cannot continue these actions long before she collapses into a long-lived dormant state to recover her spent energy, though she often retires from combat long before she reaches her limits to prevent herself from being vulnerable by resting for too long.

• Level 1: Materialization Powers: Commonly used from day to day, these abilities summon the essence of the void into the physical world, appearing as an absence in reality, a rift in the world that opens on the vastness of space itself. The closest to a physical form that it can take, Erina may wield these to wreak havoc, or cloak herself in them as a form of armour. Manipulating the substance of the ethereal can take many shapes, from simple weapons and tools, or creating intricate bodies of shadowy energy to encase Erina's mortal form. Most of these have a detrimental effect on the material world, almost any contact with an object will simply cause it to exist no more.
  
  Implements of Annihilation: Though any of the constructs could potentially be used on the offensive, some are specifically created for the purpose. From minute slivers that hover encircling Erina's outstretched hand, waiting for her command to pierce her foes, to large blades of cosmic space that tear momentary rifts in reality itself, the void can take many forms of weapon. However, while the emptiness is infinite, Erina cannot channel the entirety of it at once, only borrowing pieces of it to manifest on the material plane. Each weapon can only destroy an amount of matter equal in size to itself before becoming sated and disappearing, and a new one must be summoned. The act of summoning them wears thin Erina's strength, and she must be efficient with each weapon to avoid wasting time and effort with misplaced strikes.
  
• Hounds of Oblivion: The Void's consciousness, like the entirety of it, is blank and empty, it has no thoughts, no emotions, no objectives save for total absorption of everything it comes into contact with. While in tune with the Void, Erina may pull autonomous pieces of it through a portal and give them a simple directive, which it will take a form most suited to doing so and accomplish it to the best of its abilities. Often these take the shapes of spectral beasts with cosmic physiologies, such as masses of tendrils to ensnare an enemy, or hovering orbs sent to harass and attack, or even fastening to her body directly to act as an extension of her own, yet functioning separately.
  

• Level 2: Manipulation Powers: Abilities often reserved for exceptional circumstances, instead of summoning fragments of the Void for Erina to use, these abilities instead channels the abyss directly through her, allowing it to use her in turn. This creates a link from the Void to reality through Erina herself, and it can move and act of its own accord, it has no innate intelligence of its own and unless given a command by its master,simply runs rampant with its only goal being destruction and chaos.
  
  Dark Avenues: Opening a portal into the void is a relatively simple ability, though its uses are varied. Erina may cast a gateway leading to the outer darkness on any surface she can see, allowing her to enter into and travel through her personal 0th dimension, a pocket reality which holds small amounts of material for a time. She may exit from any existing portal at any distance, even across the entire galaxy if she so chose, though the strain to travel through such a distance would leave her unconscious in a dormant state for indeterminable amounts of time, possibly even years. However, in shorter ranges, typically within sight of the origin, Erina may even project herself from an empty space, such as stepping into thin air from literally nowhere.
  
• Complete Erasure: Any material that Erina wishes can be left unaffected by the consuming power of the Void. However, nothing is truly safe from being absorbed and ultimately destroyed, even concepts such as gravity or pain, or abstracts like emotions and memories can be erased if Erina commits enough of her power to it. The more intangible and imaginary the abstract to be eradicated, the harder it is to destroy and the more focus Erina must exert to remove it from existence. One of the most common uses of this ability include making herself intangible by converting her mass to nothing to be able to pass though stationary solid objects then reverting it to become solid again, though moving objects or another's own powers are impossible to pass through, probably due to their speed and the time it takes to reach the phasing point. Other uses include healing wounds or negating pain by deleting it from her body, or flight via erasing the effects of gravity in an area around herself. Of course, these negations take time to come into effect, and the more a tangent concept affects, the longer the time required before they activate.
  

• Level 3: Manifestation Powers: The pinnacle of channeling the Void's power, Erina sacrifices her very identity to conjoin with the Noctis Aeternae, the heart of the Void incarnate. This level of power is only achieved once every millenia. Her skin shatters to reveal beneath it a body formed of pure space, the avatar of cosmic nothing. Released from a mortal form, Erina can change her shape at will, embodying herself as the nightmares of those who behold her, the absence of existence, to simply cease to be. Alas, the toll of maintaining the ties to the coils of reality prevents this state from lasting any more than several minutes before it utterly expends her limited remains, and Erina is consumed, vanishing without a trace to be reincarnated elsewhere.
  
  Existential Imprisonment: Erina traps her victim's consciousness in an infinitesimally small dimension outside of reality. To any onlookers, their body will appear to come to a complete stop, frozen in time. While their body remains vulnerable in reality, their mind is trapped in a dreamscape with no boundaries or escapes, simply vast expanses of swirling light and darkness. They must combat their greatest nightmare in this plane, whatever it may be, and they cannot free themselves from this world until they do. when Erina's Void-possessed body dissipates, any victims still trapped in this existance are freed, returned to their bodies in reality, even if they have not vanquished their fears.
  
• Infinite Zero: A near-invisible field extends around a point chosen by Erina, shimmering like an iridescent bubble in the fabric of space and time. At her command, the singularity collapses, instantly expunging any single entity or object contained in it from reality, as if it never existed. Anyone who previously knew of that specific item or person will find holes in their memory, often replaced by something similar, but somehow unrelated, and any effects that specific object had on reality are reversed, often with catastrophic results.
  

Let Us Go Silently Into the Night[ (Writing Sample)

The wastes surrounding the desert oasis-town shone pale in the glow of the sky. There was no heavenly body to provide the light, those had long since been devoured by the ominous black monster that hung heavy in the heavens. Only the dimmest pangs of brightness escaped the edge of the event horizon, like a hooded lantern with its light seeping out from under the lens-cover.


This was Erina's latest pilgrimage, seeking out the nomad tribes who wandered the fringes of the sands, waiting to die painful deaths from hunger and thirst, rather than simply seeking the love that emanated from the Void, it only wished to embrace them. An inescapable embrace that Erina knew every moment. She had entered the caravan earlier that afternoon, or what passed for afternoon anymore, day cycles had been abandoned centuries ago, playing the role of a lost and tortured soul, brutalized by many of the indigenous tribes that claimed stakes in many portions of the planet now. She spoke no words, simply gesturing for icathi, liquid, water, and now was being coddled as they traveled by a motherly old woman, sagging skin and frail bones. She was desperately in need of the Void's touch, Erina would bring it to her.


It began when they stopped for the nightly rest and the caravan had halted to unload some small tents and prepare a meal. Screams came from all corners of the camp as Baba Oigatha, the village's matron, became one with the Void, Erina standing over her as the black tendrils sprouted from the child's back, swiping at the old woman until there was nothing left. There was no chance of a fight, even the strongest warriors of the camp found themselves vanishing alive, staring for a moment at limbs erased before the rest of their bodies soon followed.


Soon all that remained were the animals that took flight in the panic, and a sobbing mother clutching her baby son in the corner of one of the tents to which they had fled. Standing in the entrance of the tent, Erina approached with hand outstretched and calm words, though her ethereal voice echoed in the near-silent night air, "Don't be frightened. We are all called, and you are among the chosen."


Despite the menacing tentacles of darkness that pulsed and throbbed from her back, it could almost be believed that she was a spirit of comfort and peace as her innocent form walked towards the cowering woman, Erina clasped her hands around the mother's knees in a tender caress.


And the arms of the Void enclosed them, wrapping them in the blackness of the night sky until there was only silence and stillness. And Erina.

"We wish to ASCEND the heights of the worlds, to grasp at the old galaxy and tear it from its celestial throne, to eat it whole and become the universe undying."

 

[Unknown1]

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   >>>Shaya<<<
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   • Name: >>>Shaya<<<
     Title: >>>None known to those without high ranks... known as Gift from God, the legendary dragon candidate, and more.<<<
     Age: >>>20 but my time goes slower and faster then yours. I could be 19 or 23<<<
     Sex: >>>Female<<<
     Appearance: >>>DESCRIBE CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE,Shaya wears a white full body sci-fi like outfit, it compliments her greatly sleeves to her elbows, and a bit of fake wings on her back oh wait no those are real, dragon wings.
     

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  1. Usually had a necklace of a star and moon, ETC.
     
  2. Hair longer then in pic, and she wears a braid that looks as if it is a different set of hair underneath her upper hair. It is shaggy but none the less a compliment to her oval and pale face.
     
  3. She has serious looking eyes, they are a color of red. Deep, fierce, and intimidating
     

  
  
  

  

  
  
  

  1. 5'7 1/2<<<
• Planet: >>>The glass planet/mirror planet:
  
  [*]Currently has no residence, is fairly small. Shaya and her sensei have been training here for the past 3 or so years.
  
  [*]The planet is uninhabited due to the fact, no one knows its there. It is as if a reflection of the universe is beheld here. If you look at the planet you will see yourself.
  
  [*]This is perfect for dragons that travel space, and wish to be undisturbed. Or for anyone who just wishes to put themselves apart from the rest of the universe, like bandits. However, only few know of this planets existence, that includes the current legendary dragon. This planet confuses time itself, so what may be an hour for you could be a year there, or a year for you could be an hour.
  
  
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  No cozy citys exist herre, or well, anything.
  
  

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     City/Area: >>>There is pretty much no city, she and her sensei use there powers to make themselves comfy when its time to sleep. Many powerful planets surround them, but they don't care about those. As shaya knows nothing of them, but sometimes is curious. However her thoughts are in a place much farther away. The planet earth, where her friends are.
     
  2. CTIVE PLANET.<<<
     Additional Information: >>>(She has a poltergeist, whom she cant contact on the glass planet, but may be able to connect to once she leaves.
     
  3. Poltergeist name: Shin yoo.<<<
• Likes >>>Falafels, elves, nature,
  Dislikes: >>>Tyranny, perverts, abusers of power,
  Personality: Shaya, once was one who would only show her cold and cruel side to the world. However her heart has been softened by the compassion of friends. She is very fierce, and can be sassy at times. She trys hard to contain her fiercness, but has a common courtesy for those less powerful then she.
  Background: >>>YOUR CHARACTER'S HISTORY<<<
  
• Skills: >>>YOUR CHARACTER'S SKILLS, POWERS, ABILITIES, ETC.<<<
  
  [*]Wind, levitation, space and star (will be explained in detail)
  

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[simj26]

Flonne

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• Name: Flonne Ingles
  
  
  Title: Praeceptor Anguis Flonne; Interfectum Somnio Unit; Canthus Sortitio IV
  
  
  Age: 26 years old, biologically 22 years old.
  
  
  Sex: Female
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Former Grandian Military Private Flonne Ingles is 160 cm, the shortest yet amongst the other Canthus Sortitio. Prior to death, she had straight raven black hair and brown eyes. After revival through the Lazarus Compound, her hair colour has become less saturated, and possesses a blue tinge to it, while her eyes have an unnaturally bright blue colour, a side effect from being reconstituted by the Compound. Her skin has a sickly pale complexion, also a side effect of being deceased. In the center of her chest, the insignia of the Canthus Sortitio is branded upon, and was where her Artificial Anima was installed from. Scarring lines run down from her eyes, evidence of the last wounds she received before she expired. Her right arm is replaced by a mechanical one, which is disproportionately larger than her left, and much stronger.
  
  
  Her combat uniform, the attire that she is most well-known for, is presented as a strange armor of sorts, one that snugly fits on her body, yet is highly resistant to both bullets, penetrating power, as well as blunt trauma. Rumoured to be made of the hide of the Grandian Mammoths, the armor seems to be almost bonded to her body, as evidenced by the blue glow from some parts of it, hinting at the Lazarus compound running through it. On the rare occasions where it is damaged, the suit somehow regenerates itself, another hint that it is somehow part of its owner. The belt pouch slung across her hip, however, isn't. The belt pouch features a holster for her KL-17 submachine gun, a sheathe to hold her sword, which, though appearing to be quite magnificent, is quite normal by Grandian standards, if a little large, and several ammunition packs.
  
  
  
• Planet: Universal Designation: GU-537 // Official Designated Name: Vitalis
  
  
  A planet of an indeterminate age. Vitalis is 63% water, and 36% land. The remaining 1% is a vacuous nothingness in the middle of the Creighton-Cuileous Sea, called the Black Islands. There are 4 continents altogether on Vitalis, with exception of the Black Islands: Creighton, Cuileous, Parales, and Huendo. There are a total of 178 countries within all 4 continents, and we shall spend too much time getting into the politics of all 178 if we were to start, so we might as well just cover the parts that matters.
  
  
  On Vitalis, there is a total population of 5.8 billion people, with a solid 44% of those being Humes, 32% being Fey, and the remaining 24% Halves. Fey, apparently, are sometimes indistinguishable from Humes, with the small exception of their long, tipped ears. They come in just as many sizes as Humes, though several of them can reach heights that Humes cannot hope to grow to. Some also appear to share traits with nature, such as hair comprising of what seems to be leaves, green skin, etcetera, etcetera, making their appearances much more varied than a regular Hume. The Halves are, to put it simply, beast-men. Half-Hume, Half-Beast, they also vary in shape and sizes. Some tend to appear closer to their animalistic counterparts, and even move naturally on all fours, while some just have ears or claws of their animal half, and otherwise wholly human features. Parales is a hugely Hume continent, and seem to hold some spite over the more animalistic and fantastic Halves and Fey respectively. However, the rest of the continents are more or less accepting of the other races, though segregation still occurs.
  
  
  The Monarchy of Grandia can be found in the northern half of Creighton, and is most known for its infallible defense as well as vastly prosperous economy, but notorious for its supposedly corrupt governers. During E.D. 5584, Queen Ophelia died from health problems, and her daughter, Princess Juliana was made to take up the throne. In light of her naivete and the lack of the ever watchful eye of Queen Ophelia on their backs, the corruption spread, and Grandia’s opulence began to dwindle. On E.D. 5585, revolutionaries rose up against the governing powers, led by a small group of rebels, of whom are now hailed as heroes of the nation, and thus began the 5 year long War of Hearts, named such for the extensive use of Anima from both sides. During this time, Grandia’s technology and defenses’ research increased exponentially, and is widely agreed by many that this period of time, were it not at a warring state, was a golden age of progression for Grandia. The first Canthus Sortitio was deployed in battle on 40th Sirius E.D. 5586, and the first Anguis, Solomon, and its Praeceptor on 32nd Aegis 5586, two months after. On 18th Helios 5587, the Lazarus Compound was finally perfected, and would later be used on its first Hume test subject, a soldier who died in battle.
  
  
  The war ended unlike any other war that had broken out on the surface of Vitalis. On 33rd Remus 5589, Queen Juliana requested a meeting with the leaders of the rebellion to propose a diplomatic solution, and after which she began to pull her weight. She launched an extensive investigation on all her ministers, and personally oversaw the investigations, going as far as to let her aide, one of the Canthus Sortitio, who are known to be extremely loyal to their regent, and one of the rebel leaders to assist her in said investigation. She subsequently purged all corruption in her government through swift justice, and was quoted to have said “If the rebels want blood, then they shall have blood.”, which was remarked to have been most jarring for a queen who had been, up until then, quite confused about the state of affairs.
  
  
  A year has passed since then, and the rebels have since allied themselves with Queen Juliana to bring about a more prosperous future to Grandia. Currently standing with the Ten Canthus Sortitio and four army destroyers that are the Anguis, Grandia is living up to its name as The Unassailable.
  
  
  City/Area: Kaleidopolis, North Grandia
  
  
  Kaleidopolis is the second largest city in Grandia, right after its capital Romulapolis. Where Romulapolis is known for the towering and grand structure that is the Grandian Castle, Kaleidopolis is more known for its bustling streets, and its very mixed populace, which, according to official records, have about nearly equal percentages of all three races, with 35% Humes, 32% Halves, and 33% Fey. Its currently stationed overseeing officers, a system that the Queen came to a decision with the rebels on so as to ensure the general safety and satisfaction of the people, are the Canthus Sortitio Flonne, representing the Monarchy, and the Ventus Corrigo Warren, representing the Lothian Revolutionaries.
  
  
  Additional Information:
  
  
  There are 40 days to each month in Vitalis, and 10 months for each year, according to the standard calender. Some cultures have separate calenders according to the phases of the two moons, namely most of the Huendo culture.
  
  
  There is no major religion in Vitalis, but there ARE religious sects throughout it. While most of the Creighton locals believe in the progress of science and technology over religion, and believe Anima as a gift of nature or evolution, Cuileous has a different view on it altogether, believing in a higher power, and the basis of the religion is probably not important to this character sheet, so we aren't delving into that either.
  
  
  
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  “These are a few of my favourite things.”
  
  
  Flonne seems to respect and honor combatants and opponents who show loyalty to their cause, be it their own or hers. This attitude also presents itself around people she deems as valorous and brave. Besides abstract ideals, she also has a place in her heart for Gideon, her Anguis. She has some sort of fetish for warm things, and has a rather bad habit of hanging on too long whenever she hugs someone.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  
  She disdains the mention of human senses, such as taste, especially taste. Being dead, she doesn't really need much sustenance and as a result, sometimes projects her misery of not being able to eat on others. She also hates it when people attempt to rile up Gideon. She seems to disdain the folly of cowardice, more than anything else.
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  An aficionado of guns, swords, gunswords, and swordguns, a spaz when it comes to cute girls and boys, a huge freak for figurines, devoted best friend of the Crown Princess Juliana and Major Yuell and loyal soldier of the true Grandian Monarchy are several terms to describe Canthus Sortitio Flonne Ingles. Her attitude seems to be on a whole new level when it comes to everything in her life. Blissfully carefree and cheerful, to the point of cracking jokes even at the last legs of her life, she brings a new meaning to the word enthusiasm. She pursues everything she is interested in with a burning passion, and doesn't come to a stop until she has reached that goal, or, you know, dies. Having already died once, and being unable to die again, that last comment can easily be removed.
  
  
  Flonne is oft described by many as playful and teasing, and she happily torments others through her words alone, just by making them immensely uncomfortable. She crumbles very easily, however, when they do return fire without even a glimpse of discomfort on their features. Oddly enough, the two men she is closest to, namely Warren and Yuell, show these traits. On the other hand, they do humor her sometimes...
  
  
  Background:
  
  
  Private Flonne Ingles
  
  
  Born: 22nd Arctus E.D. 5565
  
  
  Died: 17th Helios E.D. 5587
  
  
  Reanimated: 20th Helios E.D. 5587
  
  
  Her past is relatively unknown, with her straight out admitting that Flonne Ingles was a name she chose for herself, rather than one someone chose for her, up until when she was 8 years of age, where she was taken to serve as a servant within the walls of the Grandian Castle, she later became fast friends with the Crown Princess Juliana, and took on the role of her attendant. At 18 years of age, Juliana dismissed Flonne from her service, seeing as she was old enough, by Grandian standards, to be an independent part of society. Flonne insisted she continued serving Juliana, but the latter would have none of it. As an abject decision to defy her, Flonne joined up the Grandian Military, in an attempt to make it as a Royal Guard so she could continue to bother Juliana.
  
  
  Instead, she was assigned to the 18th Cohort, a vanguard unit. Without an Anima, Flonne was not exactly regarded as one of the elite, and probably never would. Despite this, Flonne only had minor complaints, seeing as she was starting to enjoy the military life itself. Under the command of Major Yuell, she rose in popularity as an asset of her team. Her combat skills were middling at best, but she was a good influence on the rest, as well as a huge morale booster, if only through her infectious grinning and joking. When she died during the defense of Fort Kingshead, her passing was mourned by several of the soldiers, who had seen her as a friend of sorts. As reports go, she was said to have died from wounds after attempting to keep the fort standing, though witness reports make her to be a creature made of iron. If not her, then her will was. Upon losing her right arm, her first action, after her stump had been tended to, was to go back into the fight, where upon she was inflicted with burning acid that destroyed her eyes and part of her face, giving her the scars that she wears to this day. Blind, crippled, and fatally wounded, she somehow found the strength to stand until the reinforcements from the capital arrived and drove back the revolutionaries, whereupon she fell to her knees and breathed her last, her torso still propped up by some force of will. Major Yuell, who was with her at the time she collapsed, recounted that her last two sentences were "Permission to take my drop dead, sir." and, upon falling to her knees, "Glory to Grandia.", the ave of the Grandian Military. Major Yuell had thought of her comment to be that of lethargy, until he checked her pulse and found that his most steadfast soldier had taken a permanent leave of absence.
  
  
  Due to her seemingly inexhaustible loyalty to her country, she was to be given a hero's send-off, but that was promptly stopped when the R&D from the capital finalized the Lazarus Compound. Though there were nay-sayers about the revival of dead people, especially of a person such as Flonne, a consensus was reached, and Flonne Ingles was signed on to be one of the test subjects.
  
  
  Her resurrection was a huge success, and was regarded as even more so, as Flonne, upon regaining her motor skills from being dead for two days, expressed that she was pleased with the outcome. Her personality remained the same, and, if anything, only added to her humor. Though she wanted to go back to serving under Major Yuell, the capital had different plans. She was suited with the Interfectum Somnio Anima unit, and pushed into the Canthus Sortitio team, as the first dead soldier to operate on the field.
  
  
  Flonne Ingles was later known as a major antagonist to the Ventus Corrigo, an 'elite' team of Anima users in the revolutionary army, as well as the correspondent between the rebels and the Grandian Monarchy. Her methods were lambasted by some of the military officials, as she often left no casualties in the rebel army, and took to speaking to them rather than fighting them. Even when backed with her Anguis unit, Gideon, she made for a diplomatic resolution instead of a violent one. It was noted by the Ventus Corrigo that she could easily take down half of their numbers without effort, as evidenced when she simply swatted one of their numbers aside, namely Clintz Warren, whom she proceeded to pick up from the floor and set him on his feet again to tell him off.
  
  
  With her assistance, Queen Juliana eventually made peace with the rebels and purged her government of the corruption that had spread within Grandian walls. Flonne, having found some interest in Warren, volunteered to be paired with him in the coalition to clean up what was left of the corruption as well as the destruction that the war had wrought upon Grandian soil. Both Warren and Flonne refuse to comment on their relationship, the latter forcibly so after the former clamped her mouth shut when asked. In the same vein, neither of them are denying the rumors either.
  
  
  
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  Artificial Anima: Interfectum Somnio
  
  
  “Your severance package.”
  
  
  In the resultant War of Hearts that erupted on the lands of Grandia, powerful beings, humans and non-humans, utilised their various Anima, their souls and their power, to bring about havoc, each of them vying for the throne to rule Grandia, and perhaps even the rest of Vitalis from there. In hopes to quell the rebellion against the royal family of Grandia, artificial Anima were developed in order to combat the powerful ‘heroes’ of the Revolution Army. One such Anima developed was the Interfectum Somnio, which is currently one of the three remaining artificial Anima, and was subsequently ‘installed’ in the body of the undead android now known as Flonne.
  
  
  The Interfectum Somnio’s effect and ability are simple: it severs power. Be it Anima, magic, or supernatural gifts to a being, the Interfectum Somnio was made deliberately to counter these. Despite its glaring strengths, the issue was that, if installed raw and unadulterated into a being, it would act as a walking EMP to any power user in the area, rendering it useless in group combat. As a result, the Gemini system was instead founded to counteract this effect. With the Gemini system, the user can only use her power when ‘linked’, as it were, with a weapon, preferably a sharp one. It has been observed that even with the Gemini system, should the unit choose, she can sever these powers with her hand, though a lot more effort is seemingly required by the user.
  
  
  With the Gemini Effect in hand, any blade infused with the Interfectum Somnio cleaves through power, be it metaphysical or not. It has been shown to sever telekinetic connection between a user and an object he was holding, firestorms conjured by a fire Anima mage, and even black holes created by Yuma of the Black Islands. Its only limitation, at this point, is just how far its user’s sword can reach, and even then there are some measures taken to counter ranged foes…
  
  
  Dilivium Vespa
  
  
  “Out of reach, but not out of sight.”
  
  
  Canthus Sortitio IV is limited mostly due to her extremely close ranged limitations, due to her reliance on melee above all else. To rectify this, she has been outfitted with the Grandian Standard Issue KL-17, a submachine gun with a magazine feed of about 30 rounds, and blowback mechanism. It isn't anything extremely notable or amazing, in the words of its own designer, Leones Kirschlinger, but it has served as a common and reliable weapon amongst many of the Grandian military as a fallback weapon. Small, reliable, and light, its trade off for less flashiness for more practicality make it an excellent weapon for Flonne, who seems to depend on agility as well, to gain the upper hand. Flonne often wields her gun with her left hand and is skilled enough to handle it with just one hand.
  
  
  Corpus Inferi
  
  
  “Immortality never looked so pallid.”
  
  
  Gifted with the Lazarus Compound and the innate compatibility with it, Flonne is one of the very few undead soldiers in the Grandian Military. The Compound more or less ensures she doesn't die, even when facing the most grievous of wounds. Superficial cuts and scars heal within minutes or hours, and even completely crushing Flonne would only serve to set her back about a few days before she jumps back into action. Her right arm's repairs, however, might take longer...
  
  
  Lacertus Machina
  
  
  “The gift of man, to man.”
  
  
  Arguably the problem with her pseudo-immortality. Her right arm was unable to be reconstituted by the Lazarus Compound, both by the sheer amount of required compound to recreate an entire arm from scratch, as well as the plans to include the Gemini System to be linked to the missing arm. As such, if the arm is destroyed, Flonne is only able to fix superficial problems, and not if the whole arm is wrecked. As such, it was built to withstand extreme force, made to be waterproof, shockproof, and resistant to electricity. EMPs still work on it. Disabling her right arm also ensures that she is unable to utilise her Gemini System for a long while.
  
  
  It more than makes up for its glaring weaknesses with its extreme strength and durability, being able to act as a shield of sorts, and boasts 10 times the normal strength of a grown man. Flonne constantly uses it to grab her opponents and smash them into the ground.
  
  
  
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  If one were to continue to watch her features for any sign of flickering emotion, they would have to use a microscope to find any trace of it. She had lost her temper, and she had lost the gamble. A fairly pricey gamble it was, as well. There was no reason to do so again, especially to the words of an ancient codger such as this one. When the elderly man spoke, she duly ignored him. Selective hearing was one of her original’s talent, and as an AI copy of the original, it would only stand to reason that her selective hearing was much of a greater skill than hers. And so, after all was said and done, she deleted the old man’s ramblings from her memory banks, and dwelled on it no longer. She raised a gloved hand and waved, almost as if to humor the coward of an old fart. A coward, she termed him, as he left before a rebuttal could be made, like a child tossing a stone at a rabid dog, and then running back to his mother’s arms.
  
  
  She rolled her shoulders, and rested both her hands on her cane. It was becoming a habit, standing like so. Her expression reverted back to one of neutral observation, she turned her gaze from the closed door, to the lady who had wrested her gun from her hand, and then to the redhead. While she no longer posed a threat, without her gun, Elliot still exuded a cold, calm sense of hostility...or at the very least, attempted to. That metaphorical windows of passive aggression that Elliot gazed through were, however, broken when the literal windows to the room were broken. Shouts of panic, vulgarities, orders rose above the air, as an explosion sent tremors across the atmosphere and smoke into her eyes. Elliot, ever the cucumber of the lot, took her steps backwards, towards where she thought the door was, one hand raising her cane to her head’s level, its tip directed ahead of her, a stance that wouldn’t be out of place in a fencing class. A shadow darted ahead of her optics, and she swung her cane, catching the shadow by the side of its head, or so she hoped it would.
  
  
  Now, the issue with Canne d’Arme, was that it was a fencing sport of sorts, which is to say, it was most used in duels. One on ones. Mano a mano. That, of course, meant that it’s largest failure was when the wielder faced against multiple opponents. While Elliot was most confident in her skills even when facing odds as great as such, there was another opponent she had to wrestle with at that moment- the clouded vision. With no godly way of seeing what was what, she was, in the end, tackled to the ground. She had liked to think she’d given them some bruises to remember her by as her cane was wrenched away from her hand, and a black cloth was wrapped around her optics. She would have gone the distance, and exerted some more mechanical force upon her captors, but thought better of it, and simply relaxed as the armored personnel propped her up on her feet, and nudged her in a direction. By the sounds of it, at least, they weren’t treating her as roughly as the rest of the motley crew. Perhaps they could be reasoned with. Perhaps they could erase her fellow captives off the face of Thalassa. Perhaps they could even be bargained with to let her do the honors for specifically two of them. A bullet to the old man’s head, and a garrote for the mercenary.
  
  
  It wasn’t in her programming to have a vibrate mode, but Elliot swore she was shaking with enthusiasm and thrill at the thought of being the one that tightened the noose around the mercenary’s neck. There was a saying within the Lost Atlantis Casino: “No one beats Elliot Leighton in a game of poker and gets away with it.”, a saying that many of the staff hands would claim to be very well supported. And what the mercenary had just done, was calling her bluff and raised a bigger bluff, one that she, herself, Elliot Leighton, proprietress of a casino, had fell for. She had a reputation to uphold. As she was led down to wherever, she could only register this whole shindig as a secondary priority, with her need for a rematch with the mercenary being the topmost one.
  
  
  That thought brought a smirk to Elliot’s thin lips.
  
  
  

 

[Nenma Takashi]

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<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/images-16.jpeg.777a20a871aff066120a5e830a89c16b.jpeg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="103904" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2016_02/images-16.jpeg.777a20a871aff066120a5e830a89c16b.jpeg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Hair color:Jet Black Height:6ft 2 Weight:A moment of slilence for the brave men who lost their lives asking this question. [/Tab] [tab=Location]Planet: Imagine a plant full of strong people what do you see. If you thought a heavenly utopia with spotless buildings and happy faces. Boy were you wrong did you even try? Welcome to Asura named after the god of Wrath. This wonder hunk of rock is mostly craters and ash. No it not like the planet is near any huge sun and is scorching nor is it near an asteroid belt and is pelted by the things daily. It's simple really the people who live there are crazy strong. It's the same size of Mars and it's population is small as well only having a thousand people on it. The planet has no cities but it does have an arena where they prove who is the strongest of the Asura race. The winner is crowned Bloody Champion and is sent to go conquer other tournaments on other worlds. City/Area: The planet of Asura doesn't have cities or towns. The residents of the planet sleep wherever they wish. Everyone on the planet thinks that if you can sleep anywhere your strong. They have no educational system all Asura are born with knowledge equal to that of an average 14 year old making them not the smartest. Additional Information: A fun fact the planet's air contains a poisonous gas to any one who is considered "weak". While in reality the people of Asura have just devolped a immunity to the gas. Those who are "weak" are really those whose bodies haven't created antibodies for the poison fast enough. The planet's gas was created by the planet itself as a self defense against the people of Asura but the strongest of them survived their bodies had quickly created antibodies for the poison.[/tab] [tab=Advanced Info]Likes Fighting, Praise, Winning, Sweets, All forms of martial arts, Cute things, Doing anything fun.Dislikes: Losing, Wimps, Punks, Sour things, Sitting still, Being bored. Personality: Yukari has a might makes right kind of atattitude which she can't be blamed for having. It is the law of her planet she does have somewhat of a soft spot for anything cute. She hates being bored and will do anything to prevent it. But what she was born for what she lives for is fighting she loves it so much she rushes into a fight the first chance she has. Never even thinking twice before throwing a punch be they king or god Yukari is willing to fight anyone who is strong. But that also doesn't mean she can't be nice. Yukari can be nice at times but only to people she has deemed strong and anyone weak she believes should drop to their knees in front of her. She also can't stand lazy people and quitters she despises the thought of giving up. Along with the thought of losing. With that in mind she would never stoop as low as to cheat. Her proud nature wouldn't allow her to. She thinks herself to be a born leader but she couldn't be more wrong Yukari is a terrible teacher expecting anyone who ask a question to just understand. She doesn't understand that she is indeed a prodigy and so she had little pathetic for slow learners. Background: On the planet of Asura a child is expected to take care of themselves at the age of two otherwise they were weak and the planets natural poison would kill them in a day. Yukari showed just how much of a prodigy she was when she went out on her own at the age of one. She had quickly forgotten about her parents since after turning one and heading out on her own she had no need for them anymore. School was also something she had no need for since her people are born with common knowledge of things. Yukari had a bored feeling about the world around her and hated every second she wasn't doing something fun.


Growing up she showed extreme promise being taught by no one but herself while you would expect people to hate her. Being overcome with jealous and lash out at her but it was opposite people praised her for her strength. Yukari was an idol among her people since they had the mindset that if you weren't strong that was your own fault. But Yukari never had any friends she didn't think of the adoring eyes of her people were her friends until the age of eleven when the previous champ decided to teach her. She at first refused their help until her teacher beat her in a fight Yukari looked to the woman with the same adoring eyes her people looked at her with. Yukari like most Asura's grew a love for fighting and winning.


Then came the day while waiting for her teacher she was attacked by a masked figure. Not showing mercy to an enemy she killed them before they died she removed their mask. Yukri felt a strange feeling in her stomach when she saw her master was the attacker. Her master smiled up at her then told her she had passed the final test. Yukari later that week won the Asura tournament. Now she has her eyes set on a new tournament and it's title of champ. She would also like to figure out the feeling she gets when she thinks about her teachers death.[/tab] [tab=Combat]Skills: Yukari is a master of Boxing, Mui Tai, and Brazilian Ju Jutsu she puts all three of these style to create a style called Asura Style. This style was made with the intention to destroy the opponent.


Impact-Yukari can build up energy and release it in a short range shotgun through any part of her body. She can also add this to any of her other attacks to give them more power.


Impact Overload-When Yukari charges her Impact to full and beyond she can fire a beam of energy instead of the usual shotgun burst the beam travels a maximum range of a yard.


Asura Channel-If Yukari should ever find herself out of energy she can use this power to gain an extra boost of stamina like a second case of gas.


Machine Gun Blow-Yukari unleashes a barrage of punches at the speed of sound.


Hyper Intuition-Yukari can see through most illusions and attacks.


Flicker Jab + Chopping Right- Yukari uses her height to her advantage by using whip like punches breaking her opponent's guard then smashes a downward right hook into their head.


Champ's Pressure-Yukari emits an aura that makes anyone who has shown any fear toward her even more afraid making it harder for them to move or attack.[/tab] [tab=Sample]Writing Sample: Yukari shook her head trying to stay awake her eyes felt heavy she yawned. Looking to her left their was a window outside she could see countless stars and planets. She sighed bored out of her mind looking forward at the driver she thought about how she got here. She was in the middle of training when a spaceship came down and landed in her yard. A man came out asking her if she was Yukari after responding. "Yeah why you wanna fight?" The man laughed and told her he was there to take her to a tournament with strong fighters Yukari could only say. "What took ya so long to get here I was starting to get bored."


She yawned again thinking about the past made her think about her teacher. She was a werido someone who was always smiling like an idiot. But Yukari didn't hate her rather she actually thought they were pretty nice. But what she didn't like was thinking back to her teacher. Because everytime she did she remembered when she killed her. That's when the feeling came back Yukari clutched her stomach the feeling was like someone had punched her in the gut....."No." She shook her head at the comparison while being punched hurt this feeling just felt gross. Like tons of gross rocks were being stacked onto her stomach. Yukari grit her teeth. "I'm not weak I'll figure out this gross feeling and I'll get rid of it." She promised herself staring out into the blackness of space.[/tab] [/Tabs]

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