Fantasy The Divine Conquerors Ⅱ - CS

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• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

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  Spoiler: Currently Inactive

  
  Spoiler: Currently Inactive

  Name:
  

  Z4-N3​

  Human name: Zane​

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  Aliases:
  

  Arsenal​

  
  Gender:
  

  Male​

  
  Species:
  

  Android​

  
  Age:
  

  78​

  
  Role:
  

  The Anarchist​

  
  Type:
  

  New Summoned​
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  Personality:
  Generally cheerful around every corner, Zane is genuinely a kind and loving android that will offer his hand in assistance to anyone that asks. Typically seen joking around and teasing everyone, Zane seeks entertainment in any form to pass by the time. Despite his quest to maintain war and violence, he does not despise those that stand in his way. In fact, he embraces that thought of those willing to fight him ideals and compliments them for their determination and bravery. Peace seekers may only find his humblest of respect as such a thing is pure at heart. However, he will make them work for what they wish to accomplish. Zane is seen as an annoying little brother that takes joy in being the center of attention. Often overbearingly pushing his allies to improve continuously and whatever they take pleasure with.
  
  As an android that strives for competition, Zane will naturally turn everything into a game and often boast about how great he is to bait others into participating with him. Both victory and defeat bring him great happiness as no matter what, someone was undoubtedly able to learn and better improve themselves in some manner. With this mindset, Zane holds no disdain for anyone; whether they align themselves with good or evil matters not. Even towards the people that wish to see his mounted against a wall, he holds only love in his heart. The only true thing Zane despises among all things is complacency. The very thought of it serves no purpose among civilization and will often seek to remove it from his world. Seeking to create an endless global war to force others to become the most remarkable thing they could ever be. Zane's mental state is unstable in many ways with his ideology and personality; however, what he seeks to accomplish comes from his cybernetic heart. Truly believing he is helping others with the most despicable things he does, he will continuously strive to ensure that his methods will prevail.
  
  
  Motivation:
  
  To evolve this land like his old world.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Chaotic Nuetral​
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  Life Story:
  Project PEACEMAKER was enacted on the day several nations lashed out towards one another. Warring governments battled over pesky little incidents and differences for years. The tensions between the countries were continually unfolding as it was only a matter of time before civilization began to tear itself apart. Model Z4-N3, or Zane, was created as the perfect soldier to end the wars that engulfed the world crushing both armies and rebellions as he lead his troops into every battle. Zane's creation opened up a new world of development. He was designed to love all of humanity and only strive to help them in times of need. Because while he was a tool of war, his creators sought only the improvement of society, and likewise, so did he.
  
  Zane's love for humanity only grew the closer he got to his fellow soldiers in operations tasked out to him. Continually developing in his circuits as watched them grow both physically and intelligently. Both enemies and allies alike brought a glimmer of happiness in him as they continued to evolve in their unique ways. Everyone seemed to have potential, and being there to watch it develop made the struggles of battle all worth it. Zane had never possessed disdain towards enemies, rather reveling in the moment of being able to combat against an enemy that never showed fear. Humans were continually fighting for what they believed in and genuinely believing they were the only justified cause in their quest for whatever they may desire. Only in the face of death could you truly see what someone was capable of and what their true colors would show. However, after Zane had resolved the ongoing conflicts, many humans suffered negatively.
  
  Even most veterans who fought for their nations became homeless after the wars were settled, knowing nothing outside of their constant battles against their rampaging enemies. The human race grew only weaker by the day as the very thought of peace ran rampant through the colonies. Which grew into Zane's most detestable feature he had witnessed from his beloved humans. Complacency. His quest to complete his mission at all costs to maintain the peace served only to make them weaker. Businesses profiting from the war crumbled, and like many veterans, there were even citizens who started living on the streets. Children were taken away from their families because they couldn't afford to support them, and riots began to unfold within the streets. And just like that, with enough rebels flooding the streets of the colonies, soldiers were called back and given a home once more. And the crumbling businesses found a place in society again with a few job offers opening up to those that needed it. It became clear to Zane what needed to achieve to maintain the ever-growing harmony humans sought.
  
  A little motivational push here, a few weapons go missing, and a desire to fight was all that was needed for Zane to push humanity back into place. Soldiers left on the streets to perish were once more accepted back into the military and the amount of homeless only lessened by the day. Job offerings skyrocketed, and soon, the people all found their place once again. With bellies fed, families reunited as businesses opened up, Zane could only smile at what he had fixed. It became clear to him that the state his people lived in could only exist with violence. A common enemy that allowed them to join in harmony through the oncoming chaos. Such peculiar creatures indeed. With one rebel alliance destroyed, another one was created, and then another to take that one's place. Humanity improved continuously, to the point where Zane's revolutions wouldn't even last long as he hoped. As sly as the android was, he couldn't keep his dealings secret forever. After being discovered, there was an immediate warrant for his arrest, where he would be dismantled on the spot.
  
  Zane managed to escape his pursuers and escape his likely demise. Though he knew as good as he was, maintaining his body would be difficult without proper equipment, and he would soon fail because of numerous malfunctions. Zane could only smile with time running out for his eventual defeat, knowing he had evolved the humans into what they are now. They would have been no match for him in the past, but now, he knew he didn't stand a chance. So his gift to humanity would be their greatest challenge yet. One. Final. War. With him acting against rather than with them. Zane rallied every ally he could muster across the world, starting revolutions through each nation until all warring governments banded together to put an end to him.
  
  Each battle supplied damages to him that he couldn't properly repair, but it was okay. Nothing could seize this glorious moment for him. At the end of every major battle, Zane continued to lead his rebels into battle, embracing both victories and defeat at the hands of his beloved humans. Zane would soon meet his demise in the final conflict in the war he created. He could only smile as his systems began to shut down as his severely damaged body fell with grace. Whatever happened to his humans would now be up to them to decide. He had done his part in bringing them as far as he could, and now, he could finally rest. Though it seemed his work was far from complete. In this new world, Zane would continue his project in progressing the civilizations that existed here.
  
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  Abilities:
  
  Enhanced physical capabilities: Boasting a tough exterior, incredible strength, and blinding speed Zane was created to far pass any human physically to ensure no one could stop him.​
  
  Skills:
  
  -Close quarters combat​
  -Skilled with most firearms​
  -Dancing​
  -Tactics​
  -Engineering​
  -Expert in most technologies​
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  Weapons:
  
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  Gus: Zane's sidearm of choice is a powerful Gauss revolver that contains a total of six shots before having to be reloaded.​
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  Katana: A sturdy sword crafted to be sharp, only being three nanometers thick along the end of the blade Katana can cut through most objects with ease.​
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  Big boy: Being Zane's most signature weapon and design, The Big Boy is a highly dangerous semi-automatic laser rifle that delivers powerful shots to take down his enemies. (Pictured in his appearance)
  
  
  Equipment:
  
  Power armor: Designed to protect Zane from major damage this cybernetic suit sports not only a swell look but a stealth system that allows him to turn temporarily invisible for up to a minute.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -Cunning​
  -Tech Specialist​
  -Experienced​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -Without proper equipment, Zane cannot maintain the damages done to his body​
  -EMPs can heavily damage his body and equipment​
  -Too trusting towards new allies and friends​
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[Pseudo-nim]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

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  Name:
  
  Zasha van Alexei​
  
  Aliases:
  
  Rebellion, Little Demon​
  
  Gender:
  
  Female​
  
  Species:
  
  Human (Augmented)​
  
  Age:
  
  37​
  
  Role:
  
  The Arms Dealer​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
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  Personality:
  An egotistical, over-confident, and excitable girl with an arsenal of weapons to back it up. She sees those who attempt to make her humble as people who haven’t accomplished much in their life, and are attempting to downplay all her achievements. In her eyes, those who’ve accomplished great things deserve to flaunt it and anyone who hasn’t should stay quiet. She’s mischievous with a dangerous sense of humor that belies her inner capabilities. She is shrewd, cunning, and finds enjoyment in defeating weaker opponents that talk big. She speaks and acts like a delinquent, but is very meticulous when it comes to her actual work. As a genius, she’ll spout off insightful comments when it comes to her field of expertise, but also curse words and insults as she explains it to lesser individuals. She is impatient, even when her instincts tell her that the long run is overall the best course of action.
  
  That said, she’s not above saying that she lacks talent in other areas, though she’ll hate admitting it. If others are more knowledgeable in certain areas, she’ll relent with a few biting words. In the field, her personality continues to be loud and grating, hurling insults and screaming at her enemies for being weak. When in a more controlled environment, she’s rather docile when working or repairing, responding in grunts and sighs. Despite all she does, she’s still someone who served in the military, so she has some semblance of discipline and moral compass. Zasha is the type to save others by blowing up everything around them even when the situation calls for no collateral damage, berating the hostages for making her job harder because of all their complaining and crying, and giving the kid she saved a lollipop after she just licked it behind his back.
  
  Motivation:
  
  Restart the Axom Conglomerate and turn this primitive, backwater planet into an uplifted society of technology.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Chaotic Good​
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  Life Story:
  Behind every successful person is another that was stepped on to achieve their dreams. Zakal City encouraged the ruthless and cruel methods to reach the pinnacle of society. The rich and wealthy were people who used others as pawns, manipulated then discarded after their use was over. The city thrived in this dog eat dog mindset, making it the beating heart for corporations to operate. Millions of businesses start and end their lives within Zakal and the Axom Conglomerate was no different. From a simple upstart that sold weapons outdated by a decade in the backwater areas of the galactic arm, they slowly gained traction into becoming one of Zakal’s famed arms dealers.
  
  During their meteoric rise, Zasha van Alexei was born as the second daughter of Anton von Alexei and Lily Avanti von Alexei. An energetic, firebrand of a girl in her youth and an ambitious and ruthless woman as she reached adulthood. She accomplished several achievements that led many to believe that she would be the successor of the Axom Conglomerate for her forward thinking and ingenious concepts when it came to the sale and creation of cutting edge weaponry. But the young spitfire was overshadowed by her sister. Maria van Alexei had established herself as the genius of the family when it came to expanding the operations of their family company to new heights. She took upon herself the risk of creating connections with infamous groups that would launch their company’s reach beyond a planet. The deals she cut led their name to be known across an entire galactic arm. Zasha’s products and weapons were coveted by billions of private security firms and militaristic countries. To many, they saw these two sisters as unstoppable and the idols of weaponry and destruction; Zasha as the Little Demon and Maria the Empress of Artillery. Zasha had even accepted the opportunity to enter the military to personally find inspiration for her work, while also getting first hand experience in war. To many, they found this unrelenting drive for improvement even for the Little Demon to be worthy of their attention.
  
  During her time in the military, Zasha soon learned about the results of her weapons. For the briefest of moments, the heiress realized the horrors of the weapons she created, but in that same moment, she found beauty in the violence her inventions produced. It was a paradox of interests and motivations. The Little Demon of Zakal was reborn in the flames of war as she personally took upon the mantle of becoming one of the most decorated soldiers in their solar system’s military, not for ingenious tactics but her merciless use of her own weapons. Her time in the military significantly grew as she was sent into the Ariental Special Forces to train as a sniper using her own weapons. For 10 years, she traveled through different places and learned about the effectiveness of her invetions. But she also gained a sense to protect what she and her sister built. Even when she was the heiress of a weapons corporation, she wanted to safeguard the future. What free time she had, she studied up on biomechanical technologies that increased life expectancy and human augmentations. The current state of either wasn’t barebones, but she felt that with the military technology she designed, she could also incorporate them into the human body.
  
  But Zasha never came home from her latest campaign despite announcing her return. During a news interview in Zakal with Maria, Zasha was said to have been the victim of a targeted retaliation from Axom’s rivals, resulting in her being pronounced missing, and later dead when they couldn’t find her body after 5 years. Maria had announced that in memory of her deceased sister, she would put forth her inventions forward as the next generation Z-series weapons platform.
  
  But those suspicious of these designs found Zasha, or at least, what remained of her. Zasha was brutally maimed and disposed of in a secluded alley in the deepest and darkest corner of Zakal, stripped of her possessions and dignity. During the years of her disappearance, she had focused on replacing her destroyed limbs with augments. But she never forgot that night when she was ambushed. Those goons disguised as rivals were sent by Maria to dispose of her overly ambitious little sister. Apparently, her older sister felt threatened by her reputation as a genius in weapons engineering. While Zasha found it easier to create concepts, she still spent many sleepless nights stressing over new concepts and weapons to present. There was only so much she could creatively make and apply in a few months. So when her sister had found an even more promising engineer, Maria had wanted nothing more than to take her designs and hard work then cut her from the profits. Zasha was nothing more than a loyal dog that was discarded when her usefulness came to an end.
  
  But when you settle a score in Zakal, you make sure you finish the job. Maria was too much of a high class woman to get her hands dirty, letting amateurs handle it instead of the professional security in their employ. This was Maria’s downfall and something Zasha was going to relentlessly exploit.
  
  Zakal was an infamous city of sin and pleasure. Plenty of people come here to change themselves for the better, whether it was augmentations or plastic surgery. Zasha called what few favors she had and changed her appearance. The last thing she wanted was her sister recognizing her signature platinum hair in a crowd. Her appearance was that of the common rabble in Zakal, ones lacking in elegance and confidence that matched their status. No one would look twice other than the ears she had. With her knowledge in biomechanical upgrades, she poured her hate and rage into her work, changing herself from the inside out until she could barely be called human. While her sister slowly aged, she kept the picture of youth. In this city, she was but a nameless woman. Nonexistent since her death. It was the perfect stage to begin her revenge.
  
  More than anything, she wanted to tear down the Axom Conglomerate and take it for herself. Her Magnum Opus laid dormant in the deepest vaults of the company, several decades of work culminating in the creation of the ARMS System. She had planned to reveal the ARMS System to the galaxy and sell it to the highest bidder. An unparalleled weapon and troop fabrication fortress that she left with the orders to fabricate and store weapons. A single soldier could become an entire military wing with this system, escalating the arms race and demand for this system. It would have changed the very paradigm of war in the galaxy, when a single soldier could order air strikes that destroyed cities.
  
  But her vision of such a future was dashed when her own flesh and blood betrayed her just for more money in her pocket. The empire they built was supposed to theirs, a partnership that could have become even larger, but her sister’s greed would be its downfall. Zasha was going to dismantle and burn this conglomerate and force her sister to watch it till the last ember fade, and only then will her revenge be complete.
  
  Everything went according to plan. How would it not when she was the very person that designed and implemented their security system? Of course she’ll have her personal back doors to the system. When she integrated the ARMS System into her consciousness, she had blacked out in the vault. Even with her special brain implant, the processing power of her own invention had nearly rendered her brain dead. It was like trying to fill a glass of water by breaking a dam, but failsafe procedures had barely managed to stop it from turning her into a vegetable. Even with just a fraction of the supercomputer’s processing speed, she gained a complete inventory of what the fortress had built up over ten years of fabrication.
  
  Zasha’s rampage was a hellish release of stress and euphoria. Zakal City burned under the shade of missiles and steel. Millions of ammunition dumped into purely and utterly destroying every aspect of the Axom Conglomerate’s influence. When Zakal City was but a crater, she took her dear sister hostage and let her witness what the Little Demon sought to do. Zasha went on a one woman war path that spanned solar systems, annihilating any evidence of her old life, until the last location. Their birthplace. The place where the Axom Conglomerate began. Aethir Prime was a lush forest world meant for hunters before their grandfather and father turned it into a mechanical and industrious machine to churn weapons for their company. But a small alcove in their childhood home was where their family buried themselves, showing that even under this heavy industry, they appreciated the roots they came from.
  
  Zasha forced her sister to pray to their deceased parents’ graves for forgiveness. For all the things that happened, she wished this future never came to be. All Zasha wanted in the past was to pursue her career and dream with her beloved sister. Many called her a despicable warmonger, and they were right, but she embraced that side of her, just as Maria did when her ingenious inventions were nothing more scribbles.
  
  This would be their graves and they both will disappear into history as one of many arms dealers who rose and fell. It was a line of work with no happy ending. There was only violence and war, then death. So she watched her sister prostrate in front of the graves, a barrel pressed against the back of her skull, Zasha watched as a streak of blue and red split the sky into the distance. She and Maria watched as a massive sphere of blue bloomed, evaporating matter into dust. An antimatter bomb, a yield that far outstripped anything the ARMS System could ever reproduce. Then Zasha sighed in a twisted form of relief. It seemed that their rivals had already surpassed them in firepower. Zasha fired a single bullet into her sister’s head and as she slowly accepted her death. The ARMS system had barely any ammunition left compared to the literal trillions she started out with, even if the fabricators continued to churn away to create more. Her army of remote battle suits reduced from hundreds to just one of each class. Mobile bases created to rival capital ships were cut in half by antimatter bombs. She exhausted every weapon she had to get here, and watched as her death approached. Maybe in the next life, she could take up a regular hobby like drawing.
  
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  Abilities:
  A genius when it comes to her world’s technology and the pioneer to several weapon systems and body augments rarely seen outside of the extremely rich and powerful.
  
  Her augmented body. Every aspect of it has been upgraded and finely tuned that it’s a wonder how she’s managed to cram as many upgrades as it has.
  
  Spoiler: Body Upgrades

  • Brain: Remote activation of all functions within the fortress and main body.
    • Full control of all nerves and implants.
    • Parallel thinking process for drone control, robotic system management, and repair protocols, allowing for unmatched multitasking.
  • Eyes: Tactical analysis, target acquisition, and high speed maneuvers.
    • HUD gives real time status changes on fortress systems and body conditions.
    • Equipped with Ultraviolet, Infrared, and Night vision, in addition to enhanced magnification up to 20 miles and a 270 degree vision.
    • High Speed Kinetic Vision: Perception slowed by utilizing the calculative power of the ARMS System, allowing for tracking high speed targets and projectiles.
  • Ears: Powerful sonic transmitters for long range detection. (Aesthetically pleasing)
    • Highly sensitive vibration sensors used for non-visual detection of surface and subterranean movement.
    • Advanced Echolocation linked to environmental reconstruction programs in case of full vision based malfunction.
  • Hands/Arms: Touch based weaponry and utility.
    • Kinetic Magnifiers: Increased lifting capacity up to 50 tons and striking power proportional to Kinetic Reversal system up to 30 tons.
    • Shock: Dimensionally linked electrostatic sensors capable of outputting 50,000 volts every second.
    • Teleportation Conduit: Automatic and seamless transitions for weapons and heavy artillery triggers. Places trigger in response to different factors such as body position and target distance.
    • Multi-Digit Segmentation: Reconstruction of hands allows for typing speed of 3000 words per minute.
    • Surface Adaptors: Molecular transformation allows for gripping different materials easily
  • Torso: Biomechanical Safeguards
    • Protective Subdermal Sheath: Protects organs, veins, arteries, and spine. Capable of withstanding 20 tons of force before breaking.
    • Bone Wire Reinforcement: Full surgical reinforcement of bones with inner wire root. No superficial damage even after being struck by twelve depleted uranium tipped shells at 7,200 mph.
    • Hydra Nanites: Biomechanical nanites used to fix light and heavy injuries in the battlefield. Full mechanical memory allows for nanosecond repairs on core systems. With time, these nanites can heal other species after extensive research and exposure of their biology. Excess energy and heat cycled through several mechanical features to prevent overheating
    • Mycelium Cells: Black market experimental cells used to increase the lifespan of the user by several hundred years.
    • Multilayered Graphene Dermis: Perfect Graphene layers over the skin capable of absorbing shockwaves created by supermassive nuclear blasts.
  • Feet/Legs: All Terrain Movement
    • Surface Adaptors: See Hands
    • Low Surface Jets: Bypasses swamps, deep snow, and sandy environments. 5ft hover height.
    • Jump Boosters: Enhanced servos on the legs allow standing leaps of 20 feet and 50 foot running jumps.
    • Sprint Modules: Cruising jog of 45mph and 70mph sprint.
  • Miscellaneous: General utility
    • Holographic Dust: Interactive holographic displays for projecting video and pictures in a 3D space.
    • Lazarus Nanites: Experimental nanites used to reconstruct deceased bodies through replication and cloning, including memories. Works only on organics. Transfer of magical abilities untested. Extremely difficult to reproduce.
    • Portable Fabricator: A small ball that expands to a fabricator meant to create simple handheld items or components from basic materials. Roughly the size of a car when fully deployed.
  
  Skills:
  Coding and Programming: When not busy with directing the manufacturing of her weapons, Zasha had a hobby of peogramming A.I. before eventually implementing it to her armored soldiers. Still, she regularly tinkers with drones to improve their coding.
  
  Drawing: A recent hobby taken before her rampage. She considers herself mediocre, but improving.
  
  Mechanic: Before the company’s expansion, she was either drawing concepts or being elbow deep in dangerous machines. She’s naturally inclined for a hands on approach when it comes to things she’s not familiar with and learns more from it.
  
  Tinkering: As an inventor before anything else, she’ll often be found making miscellaneous items with limited functions. Most of her creations tend to be crude and strange looking, but it’s either a concept she’s trying to visualize or the result of boredom while other important things are being fabricated.
  
  Military Training: Before her augments and betrayal, she served in the Amani Planetary Army, then Ariental Special Forces for 10 years as a sniper thanks to her exceptional intellect. She’s shown to be competent under pressure and analyze situations with a plan to survive. Trained in hit and run tactics and guerilla warfare even in an era of technological advancement, she used what she learned to infiltrate and sabotage her sister’s empire with pinpoint precision.
  
  Weapons:
  
  The Artillery, Robotics, Munitions, and Suppression System, or the ARMS System. Augmented to hell and back, the ARMS system is a uniquely designed weapon system created by her. By linking her body’s central nervous system to a supercomputer capable of computing several million operations each second, she’s able to change her own perception of time inside her mind, letting her think and plan or remotely start queues of robotics to begin within her personal storage dimension. This extends to the second part of the ARMS System. This system is a massive and complex hammerspace storage and fortress always linked to her location. It is dimensionally anchored and locked to her at all times, letting her take things in and out of it as she pleases, but not the fortress itself. Rather, it’s better to say that it’s a part of her body as her limbs, as every thought and movement she makes will have the system respond in kind.​
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  Spoiler: ARMS Armory Status

  • 120 million rounds of ammunition
  • 10,000 pounds of high yield explosives
  • 100,000 guided and unguided missiles
  • 2 decades of energy batteries for weapons
  • 10 multipurpose utility drones
  • 4 Power Armors, 2 currently on hold due to lack of materials
  • 10 Personal Combat Weapons
  • 5 fabricators

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  Spoiler: Artillery

  • Hellfire Rain
    • Fires 1,000 unguided missiles per minute
    • Deployed directly from the ARMS fortress’s missile silo. Materializes into realspace once at maximum velocity
    • Vector Link allows for direct control when activated
  • Lead Wall
    • Utilizes 100 Type X rotary AutoCannons, capable of firing 10,000 rounds per minute each.
    • Fires uranium tipped explosive rounds meant to penetrate 5m titanium hulls of starships
    • Omnidirectional control of bullet stream
  • Laser Circus
    • Launches a special delivery drone programmed to hover after reaching 100ft in the air vertically
    • Roughly 20ft long cylinder
    • Lined with 64 independent plasma barrels on a rotary apparatus, spinning at 200 mph
    • Dragon Fire Plasma burning at 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit
    • Lifetime: One hour
    • Gravitational Repulsors deflect incoming projectiles and ignores gravitational anomalies
    • Nuclear detonation after depletion of plasma.

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  Spoiler: Firearms

  • M45 “Malicious Intent”: 40mm Double Barreled Shotgun with break action reload
  • Type X Autocannon: Tri-barrelled rotary weapon with .75 caliber explosive rounds
  • Atmosphere Displacer: High recoil shockwave shotgun capable of crushing bones and metal.
  • G93 “Blue Screen”: Special service pistol that transforms electrical energy into kinetic and thermal slugs.
  • X16 Wrist Mounted Flamethrower: Handheld flamethrowers burning up to 5,000 degrees Fahrenheit up to 10 yards
  • S78 Sniper Rifle: Low recoil Railgun and favorite during her deployment. Fires slugs at 2% the speed of light.
  • MR45 “Small Punch”: .50 caliber pistol with a neon pink and yellow finish.
  • T75 PDW: Popular submachine gun for Zakal gangs.
  • GT17 Grenade Launcher: Full Auto with a 50 yard range.
  • M1843 “Show Stopper”: A .45 caliber pistol that killed Maria. Initials ZvA engraved on the right side of the barrel

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  Spoiler: Power Armors

  One deployed Armor at any time. Uses Combat A.I: Ares for independent actions.
  

  • Spoiler: Assassin

    
    

    • Operated by Assassin A.I: Ghost for independent and covert operations without active user input
    • Optical Cloak Mesh
    • Equipped with a Vibroblade Combat knife, capable of cutting through a foot of reinforced titanium alloy.
    • Artemis Combat Bow: Fires armor piercing bolts through magnetic railgun field during drawback
    • Chameleon Mimicry: Molecular reconfiguration to seamlessly change appearance, including height, gender, and voice, as well as clothing.
    • 200 pounds

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  • Spoiler: Scout

    
    

    • Guerilla and Reconnaissance Unit
    • Nemean Class Armor, capable of shrugging off small arms fire and small explosives
    • Kinetic and Thermal absorption array linked to power source for continuous fighting
    • Sprint Burst Module: Transfers suit energy directly to mobility and terrain navigation
    • Advanced Movement: Maneuvering rockets in suit allows for high speed asymmetrical movement in urban areas
    • Jets for surface to air travel
    • Cruising speed Mach 15
    • 300 pounds

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  • Spoiler: Soldier

    
    

    • Premiere Combat Unit
    • Tyrant Class Armor: Resistant to .75 caliber armor piercing rounds and explosive ammunition.
    • Armor Core: Kinetic and Graviton Repulsors forcefully redirect projectiles around the unit.
    • Combat Flow: Nearby units are linked into simultaneous combat prediction software for perfect synchronization of movement and target acquisition.
    • Jets: Surface to air travel. Cruising speed at Mach 10
    • 750 pounds

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  • Spoiler: Juggernaut (Requires more material for complete construction

    
    

    • Main Frontline Unit
    • ShenLong Class Armor: Nuclear resistant armor, dense Graphene layer over titanium-iron alloy chassis
    • Shoulder mounted missile launchers.
    • Fires Hellion Thermobaric Missiles
    • Shield Core: Impenetrable Pinpoint Barrier. 20ft radius. Atomic deconstruction of all projectiles. Activates Energy Absorption, converting all forms of energy into power for increased battlefield presence
    • Land Based Thrusters: 120 mph movement on all terrains in a forward direction
    • 5 tons

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  • Spoiler: Fortress (Requires more materials for complete construction)

    
    

    • Mobile Artillery and Command Center
    • Fenrir Class Armor: Repeated nuclear strikes at ground zero have proven ineffective to pierce the dimensionally locked armor.
    • Jupiter Railcannons: Fires highly dense nickel and diamond slugs at 20% the speed of light.
    • Entire body is lined with vector controlled 10 kiloton missiles, equivalent to an archaic nuclear weapon.
    • Converts into a slow moving tank with a personal drone escort
    • 75 tons

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  Strengths:
  
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  Multitasking: While she can only use a fraction of the ARMS’ processing power, she’s naturally gifted in doing several tasks at once.​
  Weapons Crafting: From primitive swords to state-of-the-art artillery, give her the materials and some time and she'll make weapons that surpass others in quality.​
  Business Management: While not as amazing as her late sister’s, she still had to know the ins and outs of how to properly delegate and run a corporation.​
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  Weaknesses:
  
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  Resource Heavy: Everything she does, everything she makes, requires materials. Without it, she's unable to repair, resupply, or advanced her technology.​
  Hot-tempered: She’s got a short fuse and an even shorter tolerance to people who can’t keep up with her.​
  Workaholic: Zasha can spend several days working on a project without sleep and doesn’t take into account her mental health. It may be one of the leading causes for her short temper.​
  Limited Close Combat: Despite her military background, she only knows basic self defense. With her reliance on technology, she has little defense against close and personal combat.​
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  Theme:
  Phone: No service, but at least her music was saved.
  

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Ashe von Varsoli​
  
  Aliases:
  
  Old Demon King, Tyrant of Blades, Conquerer of the North​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Demigod​
  
  Age:
  
  7,200​
  
  Role:
  
  The Revived King​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  A conquerer with the mind to match his mana blades. Ashe is a calm and cold tactician revered in his home dimension as a master of war and politics. From his time as a commander of a small army to the entire fleet of the Alexei Navy, he honed an instinctive understanding in the art of war through constant conflict. He is methodical, precise, and unwavering in the face of impossible odds. Every word has purpose and every person he meets a potential pawn. He is a leader that manipulates the minds and emotions of those around him, molding their motivations and acting as the guiding hand to further his goals. Varsoli is a man forged and tempered in the fires of war; a monster of sheer will and determination that united several planets under his banner. He is a devil that brings out the best and worst in people; a tyrant with a thirst for power. But he is also a man of principle. He has rules that distinguish him from murderers and psychopaths, of the scum that feed upon the ground he created. He values honor, loyalty, and order. For without them, people are no better than animals roaming free and spreading chaos.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Conquer a divided world into a single whole under his rule and bring order to the chaos, by any means necessary.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Lawful Evil​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  ​
  The Varsoli family are well established for their successful line of war commanders and leaders that have served the Alexei Royal Family. They are descendants of the blessed War God Anatoli, who’s blood remains pure within their veins for generations. Different bloodlines, yet they all share the same drive and penchant for conquest. Ashe was supposed to be another that would serve them. Groomed as the successor of the Varsoli family, he learned the arts to the history of their family and that of the Empire. He was drilled in every subject that was relevant to their line of work with high expectations. From the highest form of etiquette taught by world renowned teachers to planetary lords and the defense of their borders. He’s experienced the highest form of education befitting of a family dedicated to defending the peace and conquering distant worlds. Every facet of knowledge he knew before entering the battlefield was exclusive to their family. And Asher absorbed it all like a prodigious son. Ingrained to an instinctual level, he’s shown that he was more than worthy to take the mantle of the Varsoli family’s head.​
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  Despite the connections of the Varsoli family, they emphasize the importance of earning the rank they’re given. What is the worth of a prodigal son who cannot handle the realities of war? Ashe for most of his young life was in the front lines of war as another piece of infantry doomed to die in the field. Every agonizing minute, he faced physical and mental hardships that would have, and did, break lesser men’s will. Every member of the family, whether it was his brothers and sisters or his aunts and uncles, were all tempered in the battlefield and forged into the monsters that make up one of the pillars that keep the Alexei Empire in power. Ashe was more than that. His blood was the pinnacle of his inherited divinity, and he proved it as he rose through the ranks to become the Alexei Family’s Lord Commander, the highest military rank of the Empire.​
  ​
  But in his eyes, the Alexei Family were too weak. For all their opulence and all their territories, they were weak in mind and body. Their focus was in their planetary capital rather than the conflicting lords within their borders. Chaos and disloyalty ran rampant in an Empire supposedly blessed by the gods, and that these fat pigs were given the divine right to rule over them. So he usurped the throne, in the middle of his coronation as their Lord Commander. When ordered to be executed, the guards turned on their former lords and pledged their service to the Varsoli. It was Ashe who fought alongside these men so many centuries ago, and their loyalty to him trumped the supposed divine mandate of the Gods.​
  ​
  His campaign lasted 4000 years, eliminating the weak and trembling lords then reinstating his own to replace them. Countless territories and thousands of planetary lords fell under his banner. From a fragmented state, he thoroughly and brutally squashed any forms of dissent, and made laws that reinforced what the old family could not. After the heartland of the Empire was thoroughly subjugated and order was established, he looked to the colonies they'd lost to rival countries and slowly, he took them back. But the Gods themselves did not take too kindly to his open defiance against their divine order. Even Anatoli could not persuade his fellow divines to cease their hostilities against the Vasoli Family.​
  ​
  But what’s a mortal’s meager resistance against the full might of the Divine Realm’s pantheon? In Ashe’s case, it meant its domination. The Varsoli Empire would be the first to wage war against their creators with Ashe at its helm, and it was a hellish millenia to behold. Billions fell from both sides. It was the apocalypse, the eschaton of reality. This war was the closest Ashe ever came to facing death, but he stood on a mountain of bodies made of mortal and divine, battered and wounded to face the smoldering ruins of the Divine Realm, and the sun rising from the horizon with the head of the chief god tightly in his fist, he pronounced himself God-King.​
  ​
  The centuries to come was to consolidate his rule and prepare the future generation. He was an old man, looking at the horizon of all he’d achieved. He had considered becoming the new God of War, even after Anatoli offered his divine lifeforce to him. But with his life coming a close, he was simply content to watch the sun set on all he has and take in that feeling of supremacy. Order was established through his oppressive rule and the people below him continued their days without chaos to ravage their lives. Uprisings were immediately crushed and rebellions snuffed by his blades.​
  ​
  He’s supposed to be sleeping on his deathbed, but he’s found himself in a new world with his body and mind at its prime.​
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• 
  Abilities:
  
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  Armaments of a King: A King must be prepared to take the battlefield at any time with a weapon fit for his station. These blades are more than just weapons. They are the conceptual manifestation of his divine blood and presence. When taken into battle, they are swift and merciless, seeking targets like missiles and numerous as the pouring rain. Ethereal and intangible, these blades pierce not the body, but the mind and spirit. What is a soldier with no loyalty to their lord, a hero with no will to fight, an adventurer with no future to chase? Royalty need not lower themselves to barbaric acts of violence. The weapon of a king isn’t to kill, but to crush the wills of the enemy. These strike at what people hide from the world. Their fears, their doubts, their demons that gnaw on the chains of their mind are amplified beyond what they are used to. No mind is free of doubt and fear, not even Gods. What happens to the mind when all their hopes are crushed under the weight of their despair, only to find no light?​
  ​
  Mark of the Guard: To protect royalty, the soldiers are the first and last line of defense, but common rabble aren’t always reliable. Those with the Mark will take damage for the King should he be attacked, evenly distributed between the Guards. These marks last for 24 hours and have a limit of three marks active. In exchange for taking the damage for the King, they are blessed with endurance and healing to survive even the most fatal strikes. Should a Guard die, he regains the charge and is free to choose another host. This mark can be distributed via touch or through his armaments.​
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  Royal Presence: The appearance of a King are glorious From his high throne, his influence spreads far and wide. Those who’ve pledged themselves gain the favor of his Majesty and given boons for their service. Under his merciful watch, his soldiers revel in his divine protection while enemies cower in fear under his baleful gaze. His allies are invigorated and healed while those struck by his armaments feel the fatigue and despair of opposing him. The average soldier finds their minds cleansed of doubt and their thoughts clear like crystals. Their bodies are light, yet robust as if reborn as heroes. However, the opposition suffers. Weaker minds will flee from his presence while those with significant mental fortitude will feel themselves slow in action and thoughts, as if every conscious decision they make is running through a mire. The longer they are under the effects of his presence and the closer they get to him, the effects exponentially increase, as if their bodies are crushed under the weight of a star.​
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  The Allfather’s Sight: See half of the world for all its knowledge. The eye that sees within and without, lifting the veil of lies to see the truth. This ability allows Varsoli to deduce a massive amount of information from minute details. He only needs basic understanding of the person and his eye will fill in the gaps of info, essentially letting him cold read someone and know how they feel in their current situation, give him a general idea of their motivations, and read lips accurately from distances where many may think they are safe. The longer they are exposed to his eye, the more information it takes from their mannerism, language, and actions until he can accurately respond to their questions or comments before the thought even finishes forming. It shows its potency in diplomatic situations where a keen mind and knowledge of their character is preferred over overwhelming strength. It is an ability that is meant to uncover secrets of others, to gain knowledge shrouded in darkness. This also extends to other sources of information such as maps, troops, and cities. With data available, he can predict likely outcomes through patterns, behaviors, and several other factors that can change results on the fly. It’s extremely accurate, but by no means infallible. Everything is constantly in motion and no plan ever survives first contact with the enemy, but he can attempt to minimize the losses when his predictions don’t match up.​
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  Skills:
  
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  Swordsmanship: An expert in blades, honed for thousands of years. A master of defensive fencing and parrying. While not as strong and athletic as his brothers or sisters, he is skilled enough to keep attackers with strength surpassing his at arms length for a time and the endurance to match.​
  ​
  Logistics: As someone who governs several thousand planets, he has overwhelming knowledge in sustaining populations, organizing cities, and creating supply routes during war time. After conquest is the consolidation of rule and restoring equilibrium, otherwise conquered countries fall into ruin without law and order as well as a stable infrastructure and economy.​
  ​
  Strategist: He’s led billions to their deaths against the Gods and came out on top. Half the credit goes to the men willing to face their creators, the other half was his tactical genius and strategies that choked even the most shrewd and cunning divines.​
  ​
  ​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Mana Blades​
  
  Equipment:
  
  ​
  Havir’s Golden Monocle: A monocle for the wealthy and wicked. People observed through the glass have their surface thoughts projected to the user in real time. Disguises Varsoli’s right eye to a regular eye.​
  ​
  Coat of Remilia’s Hound: A black fur coat made of the slain hunting goddess’s faithful wolf. It protects the user from all forms of environmental effects from burning atmospheres to frozen planets. A thin membrane of magic keeps dust and debris from dirtying them. It’s also really fashionable.​
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  Strengths:
  
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  -Experienced in managing large amounts of information and applying it to different situations​
  -A charismatic leader that motivates those around him​
  -Wide range buffs and debuffs that severely hinder enemy abilities and cognitive thinking​
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  Weaknesses:
  
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  -Requires troops to make use of his abilities​
  -Has no means of direct damage​
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[Kaihaku]

Spoiler: Caedmon

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Caedmon​
  
  *Aliases:
  
  Nu Type 2149, Esper​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  ESPer Nu Type​
  
  Age:
  
  53 (Doesn’t age like a human, effectively in his early 30s.)​
  
  Role:
  
  The Victorious ESPer​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summon​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Caedmon has no concept of life in peace time or social norms, often coming across as eccentric, cold, or out of sync. He does miss people or things that are lost, but due to overriding logic has no real sense of grief. He has a transient sense of attachment - enjoying things while they last but not trying too hard to hold onto them.​
  ​
  As the last survivor of the war that destroyed his dimension Caedmon sees himself, and by extension his fallen allies, as the victors. He feels great pride and satisfaction in having won, despite the fact that everything he was meant to defend was lost. Freed from the war that gave his existence purpose Caedmon is now giddy at the prospect of living life - whatever that means. He is deeply ignorant of non-military life. He will act to protect non-combatants and will generally strive to end suffering, but he views these as tertiary objectives. His new primary objective is to 'have fun' and his new secondary objective is to 'figure out this life thing'.​
  ​
  Caedmon isn’t prone to arrogance or humility, instead assessing things with a painfully matter of fact logic. Unfortunately his perspective is quite skewed so his logic isn't always reasonable. He probably should be intimidated by this new world but, glad to have ‘won’ the war, he’s simply excited to be alive.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Have fun. Figure out what this life thing is about. Help some people along the way.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Chaotic Good​
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  Life Story:
  
  Several decades before Caedmon was born created, two interstellar human nations were in a war over a series of colonies in the asteroid belt. In an act of foolish desperation, the losing nation sabotaged a faster than light warp drive to destroy the enemy fleet. The effort was successful but ripped a hole in reality to a hellish dimension. Horrific extradimensional fiends flooded into the solar system and began to brutally eliminate all living beings.​
  ​
  Caedmon was created in a laboratory by human scientists as part of an army of psi-active soldiers, or ESPers, designed specifically to push back this supernatural threat. Unknown to Caedmon at the time, his genetics included samples from the extradimensional fiends enabling his advanced psionic abilities. The ESPers were specifically designed so that they could not use hostile telepathy, or mind control, on humans.​
  ​
  Initially, the psi-active army was successfully at pushing the enemy back to the tear in reality and even began to place anchors that would seal it. However, one of the chief extradimensional fiends, known as the Deceiver of Fools, had used possession to gain access to the most powerful humans and had begun to corrupt them. Turning one against the other, the Deceiver of Fools convinced humans to deactivate the anchors that would have sealed the rift and instead to use incredible doomsday weapons that accelerated the growth of the rift.​
  ​
  It was a long and bloody war of attrition full of betrayals. In the end, the homeworld of humanity was lost and only a handful of colonies remained. Many ESPers betrayed humanity at this point, joining the fiends and transforming into daemons themselves. This impacted Caedmon directly as some of his most beloved siblings turned and attempted to persuade him to join them. It was at this time that he learned that he was part extradimensional fiend. Caedmon’s personality was such that there was never a risk of him turning traitor, it was hardwired in him to destroy the enemy, but he faced a tremendous temptation to join other ESPers who were deserting the war and seeking to find a peaceful life elsewhere in the universe.​
  ​
  Caedmon remained with the loyalists even when the last human colonies were finally destroyed and there was nothing left to defend. Piloting tremendously powerful psi-crystal constructs, the last loyalists engaged in a desperate strike to gain access to the long deactivated dimensional anchors and flood them with psionic power in order to cause a chain reduction that would destroy the hellish dimension. They knew there was a great risk that this would destroy their own dimension as well but, with no one left to protect, they embraced it as the most viable option to ‘win’.​
  ​
  In the final battle, the Deceiver of Fools revealed itself to have been possessing the Commander who initially advocated for overloading the dimensional anchors and sabotaged the chain reaction to instead gain god-like powers. Caedmon’s body was shattered early on in the battle and he could aid only with his mind as sibling after sibling were slaughtered. In the end, he was the last survivor - but the psicrystals of a thousand slain siblings came to him. Using his amplifier, Caedmon channeled all the psychic imprints simultaneously to create an astral projection that could finally defeat the ascended Deceiver of Fools. The last ditch effort succeeded but left Caedmon’s psyche as broken as his dying body. As the dimension collapsed around him and the stars winked out of existence, Caedmon’s last thoughts were ‘We won.’​
  ​
  Those were also his first thoughts when he woke up - fully restored - in a new world.​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Extra Sensory Perception: Caedmon has exceptional supernatural senses that enable him to sense telepathy, psychic auras, basic emotional states, and spiritual presences. He also has a limited precognitive danger sense that enables him to evade some attacks or actions that would otherwise harm him.​
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  Astral Projection: Caedmon can project his psyche into a construct of astral energy. This construct moves impossibly fast, wields a blade of astral energy, can go intangible to pass most materials (high density materials like lead or magical wards block this), and is practically invincible to conventional weapons. The construct can be harmed to some extent by supernatural means but even then it is a resilient and terrifying opponent. It’s primary weakness is that Caedmon’s real body is left comatose and completely vulnerable while he is projecting. If his real body is killed during this time the Astral Projection immediately ends. He cannot use Astral Projection, Astral Bond, or Astral Channel at the same time.​
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  Astral Bond: Caedmon can establish a psychic network between himself and other living beings carrying one of his psi-crystals. The Astral connection offers a number of benefits to networked individuals but Caedmon, as the “hub”, becomes less capable as he must concentrate to maintain the network.​
  • Telepathic Network: Instantaneous mental communication.
  • Shared Sensory: Non-physical senses are temporarily shared within the network. Participants also gain a limited ability to observe through each other senses.
  • Shared Mental Skills: Skill based competencies are temporarily shared within the network. (Purely mental competencies can be shared fully, those that rely on muscle memory can only be partially shared).
  • Manifest from Ally: Supernatural abilities can be manifested from any networked individual instead of the user.
  • Transposition: Networked allies can switch locations using teleportation.
  • Collective Psychic Defense: Mental, Psychic, and Spiritual defenses are pooled collectively among networked individuals.
  Caedmon can establish an army wide network if he has sufficient psi-crystals but supporting that many participants requires total concentration from him and his body is effectively comatose. The effort is reduced if the participants have psychic talent but more difficult if the participants lack mental discipline or have bizarre alien mindsets. He cannot use Astral Projection, Astral Bond, or Astral Channel at the same time.​
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  Astral Channel: Caedmon can channel an imprint from a psi-crystal to temporarily gain the mental abilities and competencies of a slain comrade. This can enable him to gain their supernatural abilities but only if they are based on mental competence - such as arcane casting - rather than relying on physical, spiritual, or external power. Caedmon often gains a measure of their personality and memories while channeling, but it’s only an echo of the original. He cannot use Astral Projection, Astral Bond, or Astral Channel at the same time.​
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  Astral Imprint: If an individual carrying one of Caedmon’s psi-crystals is killed an imprint of their psyche is ‘saved’ to the crystal.​
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  Personal Telekinesis: Caedmon can use telekinesis on himself to significantly augment his physical strength, boost his evasion, and fly. His flight speed is slower, about as fast as a hawk, but has excellent maneuverability. He cannot use telekinesis on other people or external objects. The only exception are his psi-crystals; as extensions of his psyche they can be manipulated using personal telekinesis. In fact, they are even more responsive to telekinesis than Caedmon and he can move them at incredible speeds. He can also use personal telekinesis, with concentration over time, to heal himself by linking cells back together or expelling foreign materials (such as poison) from his system.​
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  Psibolt: Caedmon can manifest a bolt of destructive psionic energy that strikes all targets in a line. This bolt deals moderate energy damage but major psychic/mental damage. This psychic damage can the reduce targets’ mental capabilities, cause a strong negative morale effect, render targets comatose, and at the extreme leave targets braindead.​
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  Psishield: Caedmon can raise a ‘bubble’ shield of psionic energy around him providing an impressive amount of protection. The strength of the shield is dependent on his concentration, it’s weaker if he’s multitasking and stronger if he’s focusing entirely on it.​
  
  Skills:
  
  Psionics: Caedmon is an expert on psionics, all things astral, and so on. He can also create about one new psi-crystal a day by crystallizing his psionic energy unless he is exhausted. He knows the basics of creating other items from psionic crystal, such as crystalline weapons or constructs possessing special properties, but that would significantly more time and energy.​
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  ESPer Equipment: Caedmon can repair his default equipment - ESPer Glasses and ESPer Suit. If his glasses are completely lost he can, with significantly more effort, convert a mundane pair of glasses to have the same effect.​
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  Extradimensional Fiends: Caedmon is specialized in combating ‘evil outsiders’. He has studied them at length, fought them in a lengthy war, and even briefly waged war against them in a ‘hell’ dimension.​
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  Deeper Will: Caedmon already faced his existential crisis. His beliefs were tested and he found inner strength that carried him forward. He has immense willpower and can shrug off most mental/morale/psychic effects.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  None.​
  
  *Equipment:
  
  ESPer Glasses: These glasses act as power inhibitors for Caedmon’s ESP allowing him to focus his senses. See weakness for more details.​
  ​
  ESPer Suit: This simple combat suit provides physical protection equivalent to 4x kevlar and protection from extreme temperatures. It is also fireproof and does not conduct electricity. The suit amplifies Caedmon's innate psychic resistance, effectively doubling his defenses against mental/psychic/spirit/soul damage.​
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  ESPer Amplifier Unit: This crystalline device can morph into a helmet that dramatically increases Caedmon’s psionic abilities. It can increase his psionic powers up to 100x but anything over a 10x increase is extremely dangerous and anything over 30x is usually lethal. This also enables him to Astral Projection, Astral Network, and Astral Channel simultaneously. However, it’s currently unusable - either sealed or broken depending on what works best for the narrative.​
  ​
  Psicrystals: Caedmon currently has seven psicrystals on his person. None of them hold an imprint currently.​
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  • Kotori Juju
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  • Tobias StaidFoal
  Strengths:
  
  ESPer: Caedmon is a potent psion with several powerful psychic abilities including Astral Projection, Astral Bond/Network, and Astral Channeling. He has incredible psychic/spiritual defenses, personal danger sense, and personal telekinesis. He can fly, raise a psionic shield, and fire off bolts of psionic energy. His ability to sense psychic auras, spirits, telepathy, and similar phenomena is exceptional strong.​
  ​
  Nu Type: Caedmon was created in a lab by human civilization in order to wage war against extradimensional fiends. His physiology is advanced compared to normal humans and he is significantly more resilient with redundant organs and innate resistance to negative/dark energy. He has limited regenerative ability, healing from wounds at twice the rate of a normal human and slowly regrowing lost limbs/organs.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Specialist without Support: Caedmon is accustomed to working in an army where he is a support unit. While he can more than hold his own in psychic combat, he isn’t trained or geared out for general combat. This means he struggles with things like high powered firearms, warmachines, golems, and so on. He relies on frontline warriors to protect him while he’s manifesting or networking. The only exception to this is when he’s channeling a powerful warrior.​
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  Mindless Automatons: Caedmon can’t sense the approach of ‘mindless’ entities such as robots or golems. Most of his offensive psionic abilities are also at a disadvantage against them. Mindless undead often have a lingering psychic presence but this isn’t universally true and some like skeletons do not. This leaves him at a great disadvantage against these types of foes.​
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  Null Psionics/Supernatural: Caedmon’s psionics are fundamentally different from magic and are immune to minor magic disruption abilities like ‘dispel magic’. However, stronger disruption abilities that interfere with all supernatural abilities - like ‘Anti-Magic Field’ - are just as effective against him. Any abilities that specifically disrupt or null psionics are extremely effective against him as well.​
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  Astral Trap: Certain types of magic or supernatural abilities can be used to trap Caedmon’s psyche while he is manifesting an Astral Projection. This kind of trap would usually require preparation and some forethought, but if successful would leave his body in a coma until the psyche is somehow liberated. The process would be similar to magic used to trap or capture ‘outsiders’ or extraplanar entities.​
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  I lost my glasses: Caedmon’s glasses are a power inhibitor that provide some control over his ESP. Without them, the presence of powerful psychic entities can overwhelm his normal senses. Extremely powerful entities can go so far as to effectively blind him to anything but themselves if he doesn’t have his glasses on. This leaves him even more vulnerable to ‘normal’ entities with weak psychic presences and to automations with no psychic presence. It also makes it difficult to dodge or block incoming attacks from other sources.​
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[GrieveWriter]

Rook

Gender: Male
Species: Cosmic Golem
Age: Ageless
Type: New Summoned
Personality:
Rook's a straightforward kind of guy. He was made to absolutely decimate legions of Chess Golems like himself for all of eternity and damn it if this whole getting teleported thing didn't put a damper on that. He's just trying to live his life of eternal warfare to the best of his ability, but now he's got to go on a quest just to find his way back to the war? Absolutely unthinkable. Rook's a warrior type with a straightforward mindset ripe for abuse by pretty much anyone who can recognize his fairly basic views on existence. He smashes things that remind him of the King's army just out of principle, will run straight into random battles he's got nothing to do with, will scour the entire planet dozens of times over even if he's just retreading the same ground, and will do whatever it takes to continue his eternal war even if he's nowhere near the realm its actually being fought in. Its a rather self-defeating cycle this walking juggernaut's found himself in, but what else is a simple warrior such as himself to do besides keep trying?

Motivation: To return to the field of glorious battle and decimate the King's forces once again, serving the Queen in her righteous crusade against the false God
D&D Alignment: Lawful Evil
Weapon: The Queen's Aegis- An honest to god castle Guard Tower made of Etherite, essentially making it indestructible to anything less than continent splitting force. It doesn't have anything special about it besides its unyielding durability and the fact that its a literal tower wielded like a club/ram/bludgeon.

Abilities:
Cosmically enhanced Physical properties- To put it simply, Rook is a juggernaut of epic proportions. Able to shrug off attacks that would punch holes through villages, he's one of the Queen's many stalwart shields against the King's endless forces. At two stories high, he's a walking mountain of a form, easily towering over a vast majority of creatures. His strength also falls under this category, able to wield his tower as if it were a stick, able to cause minor quakes around him with a single stomp, he can crash through solid walls like tissue paper.

Rule of Rook- For one as large and durable as he is, one would anticipate Rook to be a slow-moving force. This only partially applies to him, as he seems to follow an odd interpretation of the actual chess rules for Rook pieces. Essentially, he's extremely slow at turning, but if going exactly forwards, walking backwards or going from side to side, he's able to speed like a runaway train. Essentially, this means that if he's facing one direction he can move along an axis at high speeds while struggling to turn himself to the side or around.

Bio: ​

In the realm Rook hails from, two cosmic beings ruled over all that was. These beings were evenly matched in nearly every manner, yet could only unleash the true scope of their power when working together. Unfortunately, these two ageless beings lived long enough to grow bored of working together, and soon began to argue for no other reason than stimulation. Eventually they created a planet in order to have mortals they could watch and enjoy, but several million years of creating and destroying mortal worlds eventually led them to grow bored of that as well. They thought of numerous ways to stave off their ever-encroaching boredom, sometimes one would spend a few millennia as the dark one while the other played virtuous, they'd switch sides every so often depending on numerous factors.

Eventually one offered the idea of a game of chess, which they'd picked up after a few lifetimes posing as a mortal and learning of it.

What neither would've guessed was how far they'd end up taking this chess game, as soon simple pieces would begin evolving into greater and greater weapons of warfare that the Cosmic powers would delight in ordering against each other time and time again. Eventually they would take the roles of the King and Queen, placing themselves at the head of their hierarchy of warriors. The game would evolve to where the main goal would be to get one piece to steal a crown off the head of the monarch, the prize being a single uncontested usage of their joint power on a single task. Whether it be a change in the fabric of reality or an alteration to a mortal realm unprecedented in scope, neither the King nor Queen cared much for the goal as long as the game commenced.

Pawns slaughtered each other in countless trillions as Bishops led warfleets throughout the universe and chosen Knights led regiments to wipe out galaxies at the behest of their monarchs. The Rooks were titans even among the rest of these cosmic golems, requiring entire legions to take down before a battle could continue. Aboard one of the King's endless Solar ships, one such Rook outlasted the Bishop who led him into the assault. Eager for battle in his queen's name, this lone rook tore his way through dozens of miles worth of mechanical workings and halls, wiping out Pawns and Knights alike. He tore into the Bishop's command chambers, but was beset by an enemy rook before he could crush the impure one. Their battle would destroy the Solar vessel's command deck and set it on a crashing course towards another planet where more war raged.

The Queen's Rook survived the crash, killing the King's Rook in the process. With the Bishop having died in the immense blast that renders the Solar Vessel asunder, the Rook emerged to discover that he had inadvertently crushed a second Bishop during the ship's descent. It was unheard of for two Bishops to be slain in a single move, and Rook knew there and then that he had honored the Queen's name in ways no other warrior had before him. But in the midst of his celebration, he suddenly found himself not among the ruined battlefield, but a planet far removed from the constant warfare he was destined for. He could no longer hear the Queen's orders, cut off from her control in the worst ways possible. Rook was enraged by the prospect of his latest accomplishment being side-lined by an unforeseen transportation. He needed to find his queen, needed to continue his war, at ANY means necessary!

Skills:
Wayfinding- In a nutshell, Rook can see for miles if his path is unobstructed- He'll often bury his Aegis partially in the ground so he could squat upon it and search for enemies.
Brawlmaster- Extreme Strength and Durability
Golem Form- Is undaunted by the weaknesses mortal forms may incur such as disease, exhaustion or a need for sustenance of any kind.

Strengths:
Unprecedented Durability- In a vast majority of time, the idea of dealing enough damage to actually take Rook down is ill-fitting, he can just outlast most entities in terms of resilience. That being said, those with the strength of gods may find ways to work around his overwhelming endurance.
Titanic Strength- Rook's got no time for fancy weapons or trinkets or magic or any of that stuff, he was made to brutalize with his bare hands or the largest swingable instrument nearby.

Weaknesses:
The Simplest of Minds- To put it bluntly, Rook is pretty damn dumb. He's easily tricked or convinced by things relating to his mission, his unyielding passion for serving the Queen and slaying the King's forces will often blind him to most turnabouts. Even a regular mortal with enough strength in their words could talk him into turning his attention elsewhere. Of course, once he's found out he's been duped he'll tend to seek retribution.

Serve the Queen- In part related to Weakness number One, Rook is determined to find and serve his Queen, however he's extremely likely to mistake the first super determined or war-like woman he sees as his Queen and will just blindly start following her orders or attacking her enemies our of principle. Of course, as soon as he realized his mistake he's likely to act out in retaliation, but that won't keep him from making the exact same mistake with the next woman who even passively reminds him of his Queen.

Turning Troubles- Rook is extremely bad at turning himself, which is why he's almost always either going forwards or backwards. It'll often times taking him three times as long to turn around as it would pretty much anyone else.​

 

[YsFanatic]

Name: Yunica Landale



Aliases: Cana, Clone Girl, Fake Dana
Gender: Female
Species: Human/Palman Esper
Age: 3-6 months (appears to be in her 30’s)

Role: The Armored Spellblade

Type: New Summoned

Bio: Yunica’s is a life that was never supposed to happen as she is the clone of a princess of Neilgo, Dana Landale, daughter of Sarah Christin-Landale and Siegfried Landale. Dana suffers from a unique genetic disability that hampers her physical abilities while also rendering her unable to control her powers without the aid of magitech equipment. For reasons they could never determine, any cure that would solve the physical issues would also completely destroy her ability to restrain her powers, placing her life at risk. In recent times a family friend, a doctor named Eron Talyn, proposed a new series of testing and a possible new cure, utilizing the abilities of a being known to some as Plague Sol to construct a disease that could act as a type of medicine by reducing the severity of the disability, or in best case eliminating the symptoms all together.

However, unknown to Eron or the Landale family, Plague Sol snuck out a sample of Dana’s DNA after a round of testing and, as was his habit, cloned the woman at facilities owned by the company he ran, Blissful Dreams. When Eron found out, he reported it to the Landales. Punishment for Plague Sol’s crimes came swiftly as Siegried annihilated a number of the clone-run facilities before locating the fiend and destroying his current body. In the aftermath the clone of Dana was retrieved and taken in. While some members of the family only tolerated her to see if any adjustments done by Plague Sol might benefit Dana, others tried to make the clone feel welcome and part of the family, including Sarah giving her the name Yunica. Dana in particular was quick to bond with Yunica over their shared disability, even if the clone’s wasn’t as severe.

The family ended up asking a psion, Eron’s oldest brother Balint, to create a mental space in Yunica’s mind where she could be taught social skills and other useful pieces of information at a greatly accelerated rate. In addition Dana had volunteered to have a copy of her combat skills transferred over to the clone, so that Yunica would have a foundation for learning how to defend herself. Afterwards it was left to her to figure out what she should do with her life, but as the clone lacked the life experience to really know what she wanted to do, Yunica ended up following in Dana’s footsteps in becoming a warrior who could aid the Alliance in its time of need. As such she entered a period of intensive training while a custom Assault Armor was being designed for her.

Personality: The variety of responses to her existence caused Yunica to question if she should be among the Landale family. While she greatly treasured the kindness of Dana and some of the others, she couldn’t help but wonder if it would be better for them if she left, but at the same time she had no idea of where she would go or do. She hadn’t even discovered any hobbies she enjoyed yet. What Yunica does know is that she wants to live up to Dana’s example, fighting for others and always moving forward despite her condition. However she doesn't want to simply be a copy of her 'twin', and the first thing Yunica did to differentiate herself from Dana was to dye her hair blue instead of its natural purple.

Motivation: To learn about herself and find a place she belongs.

D&D Alignment: Neutral (with Good tendencies due to family influence, particularly Dana)

Weapon/Equipment:
Alliance Assault Armor: Each AAA is customized for their user. Yunica’s is still being worked on and fine tuned and thus doesn’t have certain key systems that are required for deployment on a battlefield, such as inter-dimensional communications. However, even in its incomplete state it boasts incredible combat power. The Assault Armor is roughly 4 meters in height and Yunica is curled up in its stomach when operating it.

Spoiler: Defensive Systems

Armor Plating: Alloy of Synth-Acrux and Laconia - This style of armor boasts incredible defense against kinetic, heat, and evil based attacks. While the defensive benefits are not quite as high as the pure metals would have offered for their particular defenses, it is still rather high and capable of holding up under heavy punishment. The joints are protected by a metallic mesh primarily made out of the same two metals.

Electronics: Trace amounts of Laconia were used in the circuitry of the machine, providing defense against possession attempts.

Shield: An advanced magitech device in the left arm of the unit with two modes of operation. Normally it would amplify and direct Yunica’s ability to use Shield magic, forming a barrier in the shape of a shield that is immune to any attack. As she has not mastered that spell yet, the device will instead generate a strong magnetic field containing an intense plasma field. The magnetic field deals with most energy and metal based attacks while the plasma field will vaporize organic matter.

Energy Shields: Powerful energy shielding is the first line of defense against enemy attacks, however attacks that are unable to deal damage to the armor are let through rather than waste energy blocking them. This is based on data stored in the Assault Armor’s computer systems. Upgraded to be equally effective against supernatural attacks as it is against more mundane threats.

Magnetic Field Emitters: The Assault Armor generates a magnetic field that can divert, bleed off, or slow down certain kinds of incoming enemy projectiles, primarily metallic ones that can be affected by magnetism and certain kinds of energy.

Spoiler: Offensive Systems

Sword: A blade forged from Synth-Acrux and Laconia that is not only incredibly durable, but it's mono-molecular blade lets it cut through most targets with ease. Deals extra damage to evil targets due to Laconia’s holy properties. Finally its hilt has a slot for storing magitech devices that can add elemental damage to the blade, but only one such device can be loaded at once. The sword’s scabbard includes storage for the devices and the gear needed to swap them out when the blade is not in use. Yunica has devices for fire, wind, ice, electric, and gravity damage.

Effess Blade: The AA is capable of shunting immense magical energy into its sword, encasing it in the power of the Effess spell and thus granting it vastly increased power against otherworldly creatures and evil entities. In addition, while active it allows Yunica to freely use an attack known on Neilgo as Grand Cross which deals AoE holy damage. However, this places great strain upon the core and can only be used for a limited time.

Spoiler: Other Systems

Mobility: Yunica’s AAA has a variety of systems to increase its agility to levels comparable to what a master sword user would enjoy. To that effect it has a variety of micro-thrusters to improve balance and to aid with positioning with maneuvers such as rolls and backflips as well as gravity-based magitech to allow the reduction or increase of gravity’s hold upon the machine by 50%. By default the unit’s weight is reduced by 25%. Additional gravity magitech in the legs utilize bursts of gravity magic when running to improve speed.

Power Amplification and Control Systems: The AAA has a device designed to augment Yunica’s abilities and help her control them. With this system she’s able to use them like a normal person, and at a much higher level than normal. While this system was designed to work with a wide variety of powers, the amplification is weaker than that of a specialized one. The secondary purpose of the system is to allow abilities such as the Boost Mode to work on the AA instead of just Yunica. There is a second amplifier geared for a single power, the devastating Technique known as Megid.

Black Pearl (Fake) Core: Primary power source, allows use of systems that are primarily magical in nature.

Fusion Reactor: Backup power source for when an anti-magic field is encountered. Reduced levels of performance and magitech can’t be used when using this reactor.

Medice Circuit: A basic version of the technology installed upon the royal vessels of Neilgo. This version is somewhat incomplete, relying on the fake Black Pearl to supply all of the magical energy it needs to run. However, it allows the AA to repair itself in a matter of moments. The downside is that it takes time for the device to charge during battle as the Pearl's power is being split amongst other systems, typically preventing it from being used a second time during any given fight.

Medical System: The armor stores a supply of medical grade nanobots that can heal Yunica in event of injury. It can also administer stimulants and other drugs as needed. It also stores 3 spare doses of the disease that is helping to stabilize Yunica’s abilities just in case she is accidentally cured. Magical protection engraved in the system helps prevent the disease stabilizing Yunica’s condition from being magically cured while she is in the AA.

Sensors: Has a variety of sensors such as radar, lidar, optical, thermal, sonar, motion, and magitech ones for detecting magical energies and the like. Yunica is still getting used to using these however.

Nanotech Repair Systems: The AAA is capable of slowly breaking down nearby materials to repair itself and to replenish used supplies.

Brainwave Control System: The AAA reads the user’s brainwaves and translates the appropriate ones into commands for the armor’s various systems. This allows for completely ‘hands free’ means of operation as well as a layer of security as only authorized personnel with recognized brainwaves can use the armor.

Self-Destruct: Attempts by unauthorized personnel to don the AA, remove Yunica from it without her consent, or tampering with its systems WILL trigger the self destruct. If Yunica is inside the Assault Armor but unable to take action, the AAA will just deconstruct itself via nano-tech. If she is not inside it, the Fake Pearl and fusion reactor both will overload and explode, devastating a large area. Moving the armor by those who have been tagged as confirmed ‘safe’ allies via carts and the like is fine, moving the armor without the soldier inside by anyone else triggers the self destruct.

Abilities:
Landale Bloodline: As protectors of a powerful seal originally created by the Great Light, Palmans already boasted improved physical abilities compared to humans. The Landale bloodline is even more powerful, both physically and in regards to psionic Techniques and magical abilities..

Fact Bloodline: The genetic heritage from Sarah holds unique and powerful magical abilities, however for some reason this bloodline is more subdued than in Yunica’s genetic original, Dana. Even so, she’s able to tap into some of its power.

Genetic Disability: Yunica has a condition unique to her and Dana that gives her some physical difficulty and hampers her ability to control her powers. While the disease engineered by Plague Sol within her body has lessened its severity, she still has issues with her what would be her dominant hand shaking when she tries to use it too swiftly, periodic weakness in her left leg, and the inability to direct her magical, psionic, and spiritual powers at a designated target. Megid in particular is difficult to use properly, even with the systems provided by the Assault Armor.

Spoiler: Sword Abilities

Airslash: A swing her sword releases a blade of wind capable of cutting into a group of enemies a medium distance away. The cartridge loaded into the sword can influence the damage type of this attack.

Crosscut: A vertical and horizontal slash executed so quickly as to be a single attack. While the move doesn’t rely on any special power of its own, it does serve as a foundation for the powerful Grand Cross attack.

Rayblade: A strike that imbues the blade with additional holy power, dealing even more damage to evil entities.

Ocean Slash: A defensive sword move that allows the user to utilize innate spiritual energy to split incoming energy attacks in half, keeping them safe from harm. The user has to be able to react quickly enough for the Ocean Slash to be of use, and dividing a sustained beam attack causes a constant drain on the user’s energy.

Arc Blast: Striking the ground with the tip of her sword allows Yunica to release an explosion of spiritual energy that envelops the area around her.

Piercing Strike: A ranged sword skill that was originally created by Sarah Christin-Landale that combines the Airslash, Ocean Slash, and Shield magic abilities into a single ranged attack that pierces magical barriers and defensive buffs to deal a high amount of damage to the target. However, as Yunica hasn’t learned how to make use of Shield magic yet, she can not use this skill currently.

Spoiler: Techniques

Wat series: Single target ice based attacks. Yunica is able to use all four levels of this Technique, Wat, GiWat, NaWat, and RaWat.

Gra series: AoE gravity based Technique that does high damage. She currently is only able to use Gra and GiGra levels.

Megid: One of the most powerful abilities found within the Landale bloodline, made more powerful the greater the user’s anger is. Releases a series of explosions that tend to vaporize almost anything they touch. Yunica’s disability causes her to expend all of her psionic power at once when using this Technique, resulting in a far more powerful attack but she’s also unable to exercise the level of control needed to keep it from affecting allies in the area of the explosions.

Spoiler: Magic

Medice: A powerful single target healing spell.

Warla: Creates a defensive barrier around Yunica and nearby allies, increasing their defensive power.

Flaeli: Single target fire spell, power scales to Yunica’s experience and power level.

Hewn: Wind based AoE spell that is capable of a solid amount of damage to most targets.

Tandle: Lightning spell that hits multiple targets and naturally dealing extra damage to most robotic enemies. Tends to be stronger than Hewn overall.

Efess: Highly powerful AoE spell that is extra effective to otherworldly and evil targets.

Legeon: The most powerful Esper spell known to Neilgo that is well suited to destroying groups of evil targets. Even if the enemies are not evil, the brilliant white explosive stars still deal excellent damage. Yunica has yet to master this spell.

Shield Magic: A spell unique to the Fact bloodline, capable of creating a defensive aura around a person that renders them immune to harm with each hit draining a fixed amount of magical energy regardless of the attack’s power. However, Yunica does not know how to use this spell, and even her genetic mother was unable to use it in its intended state. Eventually she’ll learn how to use the spell, but not in its original form, but rather as a part of Piercing Strike and for one of the AA’s defensive systems. Time will tell if she is able to do anything else with it.

Other
Flash Move: Sometimes when narrowly dodging an attack, a jolt of spiritual energy will go through Yunica’s body, accelerating her speed and reflexes for a brief moment. The AA’s amplifier allows this ability to affect the Assault Armor as well, enabling Yunica to take extra actions during her next ‘turn’.

Boost Mode: Yunica is capable of storing a well of spiritual power separate from what she uses for some of her sword skills. When unleashed the power improves all of her abilities for a short duration by a sizable amount, allowing her to become a deadly whirlwind of destruction. However it takes time to recharge this ability, currently limiting its use to every few minutes at best.

Soul of Kana: The goddess Kana gave her soul to Yunica as the clone did not have one of her own. As such Kana lives on within her, giving her the protection against possession and other effects that having a soul would normally grant. In addition she can give Yunica advice, though over time she will fade as her soul fully changes to become Yunica's.

Skills
Ys sword style: A defensively powerful sword and shield style that focuses on dodging blows while benefiting from the use of a shield. Offensively the user is more reliant on a number of faster, weaker blows to attack.

Algo sword style: Two handed sword style that is offensively more powerful, but doesn’t grant the same level of defense.

Strengths
Alliance Assault Armor: This advanced piece of equipment allows Yunica fight at high levels of power despite her limitations and can help keep her alive through many situations that would otherwise utterly destroy her.

Incredible psionic and magical power: Her genetic heritage grants Yunica a vast amount of supernatural energy to draw upon, something that her AA can help her draw out to its full potential.

Weaknesses
AA Reliant: Without the Assault Armor, Yunica has a difficult time defending herself as she has no way of knowing when her leg will give out on her and using her right hand to fight is virtually impossible. In addition, without the amplification and control systems in the AA, any attempt to use her powers results in a devastating sphere of energy erupting from her body that damages anything and anyone around her instead of whatever ability she intended to use.

Lack of experience: Being only a few months old, Yunica is experiencing many things for the first time. While she has received a large amount of information in her short, psionically accelerated education, very little of it has been put into practice. As such it is entirely possible to misdirect or deceive her in more chaotic moments, battle being a prime example.

 

[StaidFoal]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Mélie de Lupont​
  
  *Aliases:
  
  Aedehana, Aede​
  
  Gender:
  
  Female​
  
  Species:
  
  Human (Despite how it may seem)​
  
  Age:
  
  9,546​
  
  Role:
  
  The Stray Seeker​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Mélie's mental state has rapidly deteriorated after 9,500 years, driving her near insanity. Whereas normal people would have moved on from the death of a loved one, the years of wear have ingrained her one goal into her mind: to find her daughter, even if she was deep in the afterlife. To those unfortunate enough to have descended as one of her followers, she is a new-age guru who works to heal broken hearts and lives. But in the end, no matter how much ruins and corpses she must trample, Aede will stop at nothing to reunite with her daughter. As long as you agree to help her in the long run, she will deem you an ally. If you prove otherwise, she will encase you in a Chrysalis.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  To find her daughter​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Chaotic Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Mélie de Lupont was a beautiful noblewoman, envied by those around her that wished for her lifestyle; all overshadowing the abusive husband she was forced to marry. One day, after an especially heart-stopping threat, she finally took action. She slipped poison in the night tea, telling her daughter, Amicia, to stay in her bedroom where she would pick her up. She entered with a terrified look on her face, but persisted with the plan. Amicia in her arms, she fled the mansion, escaping the grounds through a carriage and its pre-paid rider.​
  ​
  It wouldn't take a genius to figure out who killed the husband when he was found next morning. Now wanted, Mélie cut her hair and threw a hood over her and her daughter. She exchanged her fine silk for worn rags as clothes and muddied her hair for good measure. Now on the streets, there was nobody but her daughter by her side, and the only thing that kept Mélie from ending it all out of shame and fear. She wanted to give Amicia the best life she could have during their situation.​
  ​
  Forward in time, her daughter was now 8 years old. She held a steady commoner's job and even had friends by her side. High society hadn't the faintest clue where Mélie had gone, and her case was eventually forgotten about. Things were looking up for the former noble and her daughter.​
  ​
  But one evening, when Amicia was playing outside in their garden, Mélie dropped the pan and its fried egg, rushing outside at her daughter's terrified screams. A group of people in black robes carried her away, and one shot a crossbow at Mélie before they ran off. The bolt had barely missed, but it was the least of her concern. She screamed for help as she tried to give chase to the group. As the neighbors ran outside, they would only see the robed men and women vanish into smoke—with Amicia in their grasp.​
  ​
  Days passed; everyone joined in on the search effort, extending from day to night where they'd bear torches. Mélie would never recover to a calm state of mind after that, not even when they found her daughter. She was laid on a stone slab, her legs and wrists bound by rope; the binding, presumably thanks to her relentless struggle, cut her skin. Her throat was cut, and blood left to spill on the slab. A cult worshiping the world's God of Darkness had entered the area and found her daughter as a perfect sacrifice.​
  ​
  But while her friends and the town mourned, Mélie never gave up. Even after seeing her daughter's lifeless corpse, she held hope. She continued the search, but turning more occult-like methods. She grew convinced that because Amicia was sacrificed by the cult, her soul was still around the world, waiting to be put back into a body so they could live the happy life she wanted. Her home became a messy laboratory filled with papers strewn with ideas and concepts. She set up her tables and bed with strange potions and dead animals. The only room untouched was Amicia's bedroom.​
  ​
  Dabbling in such subjects pushed her friends away, no matter how many times they told her to stop. At this point, she should have realized that it was no use and moved on, but the occult experiments she performed took a toll on her mind, combined with the potions and spells she performed to preserve herself. She could only think of her one goal, the desire never dissipating: to reunite with her daughter and live the normal life they were supposed to. Soon, she isolated herself entirely, vanishing into the forest.​
  ​
  Years and years passed, turning Mélie into an old woman. She realized that she wouldn't live long enough to see her daughter again, and so she sought out a powerful sorcerer in the same woods she lived in. She found him, asking for more time, to which he asked back, "But at what cost will you live longer? You will lose your body; need a new one. Your mind will be lost to the years. Is it worth it?" She insisted, and the sorcerer, with a pitiful look, cast the spell on her.​
  ​
  Thousands of years passed. Her body rotted and fell apart, but her mind was kept intact. She believed that if people saw something that didn't exist, then it would exist the more they believed in it. She thought it would apply to her daughter's soul, so she could at least see her in spirit form. To replace her withered body, Mélie gave herself a new one—constructed of rock-hard, white whale bone—that would last far longer. She gave herself deer horns, hoping it was increase the chances of her catching the spirit in some dream web.​
  ​
  More than a thousand years had passed, and an urban legend was passed around several towns and cities of a poor mother losing her child; and at the same token, her mind. Now, she would supposedly roam the nearby woods, still searching for her deceased daughter. They called her Aedehana, which in their language meant "Stray Seeker." Parents would tell the story to their kids so they wouldn't wander out at night. However, when Aede entered the village in search of helpers, they found that she was very, very real.​
  ​
  Though the sight of her horrified many, few were captivated. They listened to her words, promising a better life than the impoverished life of theirs. All it took was her blaming the high society for their faults, and promises to bring them success, for the beggars and poor families to join her. They followed Aede back into the forest, where they'd be initiated into her search, a process that melted their minds and gave them the same immortal life that Mélie had been given.​
  ​
  For the villagers who did not follow Aede, they spread the word. Relatives of the missing people rallied together, torches in hand, wanting to find and bring Aede to justice. She wanted to keep searching for her daughter, but the heat of her situation raised the difficulty by tenfold. Her cult followers were found and apprehended, and Aede had to make many harrowing escapes.​
  ​
  Eventually, she begrudgingly went into stasis in a cocoon of whale bone, buried in the ground. If only she'd woken 500 years later, when the Mad King invaded; her presence would have changed things, but by the time the Mad King's death destroyed the world, it was too late... Not until Virtue stepped in.​
  ​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Contortions - Horribly off-putting creatures of Aede's making, made through her illusion magic. As simple illusions, the Contortions do nothing but move around the place. When brought into reality, they will attack whatever draws near, swallowing victims whole and digesting their memories, leaving their braindead bodies rotting inside the stomach.​
  Spoiler: One Type of Contortion

  
  ​
  Illusion Magic - Aede will make several Contortions appear in her opponent's mind, no terrain-warping illusions or anything. If they fully believe the Contortions to be real, they will start popping into reality. If they know it's fake and/or dismiss it immediately, they will vanish. Once the Contortions are made real, they will not go away unless by Aede's command or are killed.​
  ​
  Chrysalis - Encases herself or anyone else inside a white, rock-hard cocoon. If done to herself, she will heal up any wounds. If done to anyone else, they will be trapped until it wears off or someone breaks it. To them, however, it will feel like days have passed, when only hours will have gone by. If left alone for so long, they are usually driven insane.​
  
  Skills:
  
  Alchemist - Throughout her decades of life, Aede's studied and mastered the art of alchemy in efforts to find and revive her daughter. She can turn lead to gold and vice versa, given the correct set-up and materials.​
  ​
  Natural Cult Leader - To the poor and unfortunate, Aede offers a better way of life and provides proof. She just doesn't show the eccentricities that occur in her gathering, which gives her an effective cult once they're initiated.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  A short sword constructed of whale bone. She mainly uses her powers in combat, but is efficient swordsmanship wise.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -Her mind degraded, she does not fear most things as a regular human would, taking it head on or slithering past the obstacle.​
  -If an objective is linked to her daughter (or she is convinced it is) then she will never back out of completing it.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -After living nearly through 10,000 years, Aede's mental state has severely degraded. She is honed in on finding her daughter and cannot focus on anything else for too long.​
  -Despite how it may seem, she is still human and takes any injury as a human would.​
  -She often gets distracted/dozes off in her thoughts, opening herself to attack.​
  -Fire scares off the Contortions.​
  -With enough force, her cocoons can be shattered.​
• 
  Miscellaneous:
  
  Spoiler: Former Appearance

  Before she turned to more unsavory, occult-like means, Mélie looked like this:
  

 

[Juju]

*adopted character. If she doesnt get brutally killed I guess I will keep her around*
​

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Susan (S-U54)​
  
  Gender:
  
  Female​
  
  Species:
  
  Magical Girl / Void Elemental​
  
  Age:
  
  15​
  
  Role:
  
  Magical Girl of Nothing​
  
  Type:
  
  Old Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Susan is a sad soul who doesn't show much emotions. She is extremely pessimistic and doesn't seem to find joy in many things, no matter how much she wants to. Despite her young age, she has an uncanny knowledge that far exceeds her years. Her tone is dry and monotone, but she is known for the occasional witty comment, usually in a condescending or lightly insulting way. While she doesn't personally believe in such things, she is drawn to those who have high hopes and bright spirits, hoping that perhaps some of it will rub off on her, or perhaps fill her with a bit of warmth.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Keep Kotori from doing something stupid​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Lawful Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Queen of Nothing;
  
  Susan is a magical girl, just one of many from her home world. However, these powers do not spring from some divine or benevolent force. Where she is from, magic girls are made. They are taken from a young age and set upon by endless experiments until they are conditioned into living weapons. It is estimated that only 1 out of every 10 girls will survive the procedures, and 1/20 of that number will yield satisfactory results.​
  ​
  Her world was one of pain and strife, set in motion by an unmovable cycle. It never ended. Nothing she did made a difference, or at least any positive one. She fought for people she didn't know and a cause she didn't support, killing others who were forced into the same situation. After a time she just wanted it to end, and when she did, her truest powers awakened. The Void called out to her, reached out to her, and within its crazed grasp she hunted down the other magical girls, consumed their power and ended the cycle forever.​
  ​
  It was only in the end that she realized it was only a beginning, one she had seen before.​
  ​
  Team Pony Unite!
  
  Shortly after arriving in this world, and realizing she was yet again a prisoner to some higher power, Susan grappled with the realization of what she had done was all for nothing. Her previous powers had been dulled, and whatever crazed hysteria had gripped her had faded. Like frozen flesh, her mind and emotions felt numb. She would have wandered aimlessly until she literally ran into a giant, sleeping unicorn. There was a girl with it named Kotori, who spoke about its apparent power and her fear that it would not wake up. Having nothing better to do, and curious as to why the girl cared so much, Susan decided to stick around.​
  ​
  She traveled with the group, eventually meeting the pyromancer Hitori and the star-child Csilla. Susan fought with her friends in the first siege of Castellan, protecting her new allies from dragons, demonic beasts, and eventually the people they trusted. Whenever the authorities of Nortestra arrested Wakinyan and Kotori, Susan hid in the shadows and waited to break out her ally.​
• 
  Abilities:
  *Will be tweaked if she survives this arc. Stay tuned!*
  Magical girl form:
  
  

  
  Spoiler: unedited abilities from original creator

  Void Elemental Magic embodies concepts dealing with vast, forever-expanding nothingness.
  
  Originals! -Spells recorded in the grimoire, and personally shown.
  
  Void Elemental’s Nullification! -Fire a wave of Void Energy from the hand.
  
  Void Elemental’s Decimation! -Open palm the target with pure force.
  
  Void Elemental’s Ire! -Generate an aura of Void Energy. This greatly enhances physically, and increases the efficiency in spell-casting.
  
  Void Elemental’s Yataghan! -An erasing slash from the hand.
  
  Void Elemental’s Pocket! -A vacuum that draws in anything nearby. The effective range is very weak so it qualifies more as a portal to nonexistence.
  
  Void Elemental’s Armoury! -Summon a variety of nothingness constructs.
  
  Void Elemental’s Dark Lethal! -Create a black spear to put a hole in the target.
  
  Death is a fallen warrior’s greatest mercy…
  
  Void Elemental’s Insight! -
  
  Void Elemental’s Grand Rupture! - Juju's note: Imma make this her grand finale attack. Trump card with a huge price.
  
  Altered! -Modified versions of the original spells, and those created/learned in the new world.
  
  Void Closet! -Access or put away items in magical-storage.
  
  Nullify! -Fire a wave of controlled Void Energy from the hand.
  

  ​
  ​
  
  Skills:
  
  Stacking crackers and cheese. Pain tolerance, knows the best way to torture people. Can make minute rice in 50 seconds.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Summoned void weapons. Usually in the form of a scythe or javelins that she throws. Blades delete matter they slash, leading to an extremely fine and clean cut that can bite through anything. Anti-magic effects do not work on her.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  She can summon her magical-girl attire, including her weapon. All of her possessions are stored in a void closet.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  Nullify magic, delete matter instantly, can open void portals to absorb attacks and redirect them, pain tolerance, gravity manipulation.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  No special protection other than her wits and magic, the void is ever hungry, apathy, some things can trigger crippling PTSD, there is a specific word that makes her stop whatever she is doing.​
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  Miscellaneous:
  
  Theme: ​
  
  

 

[Lazaro1505]

“Guided by pain! Favored by the light!”


Name:
Wilson Myre

Alias:
The Flagellant

Gender:
Male

Species:
Human

Age:
27

Role:
Bloody Zealot

Type:
New summoned

Personality:
Wilson has always been a follower of the Light, ever since that faithful day where he had nothing but religion to go to, often speaking highly of his God and praying to it in his free time. But his high tolerance for pain has made him a masochistic at heart... and wishes to endure all suffering onto him, often blocking blows meant for others to satisfy his needs. He has respect to those that are clearly strong like him, and even shows some kindness from time to time, aiding others in battle or even small things such as cleaning, after all, the burden must be shared with all. In the end however, he all but returns to pain in order to wash away the horrors and stress he seen, mostly using prayer or flagellation as a way to calm down, or rile himself up for combat.

Motivation:
To provide his aid to those that the ‘Light’ has guided them to, and endure their suffering for them.

D&D Alignment:
Chaotic Good

Weapon:
Three-headed Flail:
A three headed mace like weapon, it is usually not used as a weapon, as the Flagellant mostly uses it as a form to activate his blood magic and self-flagellation, but is still strong enough to be used as a melee weapon in close range.

Abilities:
Inventory:
The Flagellant has 16 slots in order to store items in, and depending on what item it is, may only store one of it, or multiple of it. It does nothing to slow down Myre when walking or in fights.

Crit:
Having a small chance... he is capable of dealing a critical strike dealing double the damage he would normally do, as well as healing some stress away from his stress bar as well. Can also crit with his heal.

Stress:
Him, like any other human being, can become stressed out that sometimes, ‘his resolve is tested’. this can lead to one things if his stress bar reaches 100/100, he will not have any chance to get a Virtue or any other type of Affliction, this time, a unique Affliction is given to him, an affliction known as:

Rapturous:
“The Drive for more pain and suffering has increased thrice-fold... tomuch for one human to suffer alone.”

When rapturous, he would gain a 25% increase to his damage and speed, but suffer a debuff of almost no-dodge, wanting to bring in all the pain he could. He also would stress out his allies by either acting without any further thought, or hurting himself and allies with his own skills, as well as having a chance reject buffs, refuse to be target of a camping skill, reject healing or items, and even stop others from retreating from battle.

If he reaches 200/100 stress, he will suffer a Heart Attack, which instantly puts him on Death’s Door and resets his stress back to 30.

Death’s Door:
Like many other mortals, he isn’t invincible, he won’t last forever, and sooner or later, Death will finally claim its due. When loosing all of his 47 hp, he enters Death’s Door, a red skull appearing above him as his body glows red, and if attacked in this state, no matter how strong or weak the final blow may be, it will lead to his death, but he has a 73% ‘Death’s Door blow resist’ which allows him to survive blows in this state with no signs of damage, but not for long. If he recovers out of this state by healing at least 1 hp, he will exit ‘Death’s Door’, not gaining the same debuffs the heroes gain when exiting it. This is increased to 83% due to the set bonus he gains when having both Trinkets. The effects of entering Death’s Door (for him) are: every other member of the party is healed for 10% of their max HP, and the Flagellant obtains a buff for +5 ACC, +20% DMG, +2 SPD, and +20% Stun, Bleed, Blight, and Debuff Resist.

Combat Skills:
Punish:
Striking his back with his flail, the still fresh scars upon his back grow a scarlet red, as a single opponent would have their flesh create wounds upon their body, not only dealing directly damage, but also causing a mild damaging bleed over time, as well as lower their resistances to bleed based attacks.

Rain of Sorrows:
Striking a different part of his back, he can hit two enemies instead at much farther range, at about 10 feet more than his other abilities, but at the cost of having a much slightly weaker bleed and significantly less direct damage dealt from the attack.

Exsanguinate:
Raising his right blood soaked hand towards his for, it glows a dark red as it deals the same amount of damage as his Punish, but also heal him immensely for 50% of his hp as well as apply a strong bleed onto a opponent. Downside is that he can only use it as below 40% hp, as well as it decreased the healing he gives out as well as the effects upon him, while also making him slower.

Reclaim:
Applying restoration to an ally by raising a hand into the air, he inflicts a mild bleed upon himself but allows his ally to slowly regenerate their health.

Redeem:
Selecting another ally to redeem both himself and them, he heals the ally for 43% of their max hp, as well as regaining 50% of his health as well, but functions similar to Exsanguinate in terms of less healing done and received, as well as only using it on 40% of his hp pool.

Endure:
Endure decrease the amount of stress within a singular target’s mind, but stresses Myre out by 6 and increase his speed by 3.

Suffer:
Allowing himself to take the suffering of another, he can transfer over blight (poison) and bleed to himself, as well as Marks, which makes attacks much more accurate. The cost is marking himself for 2 rounds, gaining blight and bleed the amount an individual has, but the benefits is that for four rounds, he decrease the amount of stress gained by 40% and gains another 10% Death’s blow resist.

Camping skills:

Lash’s Anger:
“I have been chosen to suffer, so suffer I must!"
Regaining his anger and fury with each hit upon his back with his lash’s, he gains 40 stress, bringing him ever closer to his Rapturous state.

Lash’s Solace:
“I find comfort in the pain..."
This time, savoring in the pain he recurves and calming himself down, he removes 50 stress from his bar... perfect for calming down.

Lash’s Kiss:
“A lover’s kiss”
Instead of Lashing his back for intent of stress relief/gain, he calls upon the powers of the Light to heal his body by 33% of his max hp, remove both poison and bleeding from his form, and gain a small speed buff for 4 battles.

Lash’s Cure:
“Let all foulness be purged from my sacred flesh!"
Lashing his back to remove the alien cells within his body, he is capable of removing any form of disease that his body is host to.

Bio:
The life of Wilson’s was always a unending sea of suffering and stress, having lived through event after event thrown at him, breaking down his mind more and more he had gone through his life. He was already damned at a young age, even when his family had a stable life, he felt as if he had no purpose in the world, just to live to die again a later date, whether it would be sooner or later... after all, no mortal can truly escape the clutches of death that easily, and what purpose to create a ever-lasting business or empire that would soon be forgotten in dust and ashes, even when existing after your death.

These thoughts plagued the mind of Myre, and as he grew older, the thought of reaching his end sooner drove him near insane, and as a result, working much more less to support himself, and soon, he no longer had a home to return to, as well as no living amongst the streets... everything seemed hopeless as his death would eventually arrive, eventually coming to terms that his life was now deemed unimportant. But, taken into a shelter run by a church who pray to the being known as the ‘Light’, protector of the people against the crawling dark void of the Heart of Darkness... blessing its strongest and fanatical followers with powers similar to its existence, a holy beam of light that slays any unholy creature foolish enough to stand in its gaze. But Wilson saw this as a way to set his mind away from his thoughts, give into his true calling, and sacrifice his body to the Light in order to fight against the tide of Eldritch abominations hiding within the dungeons. He no longer cared for self-perseverance, nor any material wealth... he devoted his entire existence to the light, and with that he began looking into the arts of Flagellation, physical pain to his body being the only stress reliever he has, preparing his body to be a vessel for blood magic.

Soon, he finally became a flagellant, and went on to combat the horrors of the dungeons, within an unnamed Estate, and was hired by the Heir of the estate to complete missions. And Wilson obliged, finding some peace even amongst the darkness he went within with three others... making... ‘friends’ that lasted until they reached the end, in which they had fought against the Heart of Darkness itself, fighting against their creator... before it’s true form was eventually shown. Wilson sacrificed himself in order for his allies to continue on, his purpose now being served in his world... but he has gained another purpose within a different world, this time, to unify the world at any cost necessary.

Skills:
- Good at setting up camp and manual labor.
-A mediocre chef at times...
-Some medical experience, usually with outside wounds.

Strengths:
-Highly effective upon Biological creatures that are vulnerable to bleeding.
-Capable of enduring powerful strikes to his body.
-Ability to heal self or allies, as well as provide buffs.
-Becomes much more stronger the closer to death he is.

Weaknesses:
-Can only use his blood magic when within 20 ft of his target.
-Reaching 100 stress would turn him into a fanatic now overwhelmed by the suffering... wishing to create even more of it, even sharing it with others.
-Slow in combat, and rarely dodges attacks, making him weak to strikes from afar or quick slashes against his form.
-Can only use certain skills when either camping or in combat.

Equipment:
Chipped Tooth and Shard of Glass trinkets:

“We're all falling apart..."

Like their name suggests, it’s a pair of a tooth and shards of glass that the Flagellant carries around, but hold a special aura around them... a aura that buffs the Flagellant by increasing his from 38 to 46, and buffing his resistances to being pushed around by enemies, as well as increasing his bleed chances against foes, at the cost of having lower bleed resistance. With the both of them combined, he gains a added 10% Death’s blow resist to his natural 73%, making him being able to tank more damage and survive it in Death’s Door.

Other:
-His right hand seems to be in a constant state of bleeding, always covered in the crimson red substance of life.
-Wilson mostly uses his left hand when interacting with items, considering he doesn’t want to cover something like cloth with blood on his right.

Music:

Normal / Camping theme:


Combat Theme:


Death’s Door theme:


Symbol:
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[Lazaro1505]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Professor Membrane​
  
  Aliases:
  
  Earth’s smartest scientist​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Human with augmented mechanical arms​
  
  Age:
  
  ???, likely in his 30’s or even early 40’s​
  
  Role:
  
  The brainiac of Earth​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  Although his parenting skills seem to be missing in action, he really does love his kids, taking time at least once a year for dinner together—and always remembering to activate the food monitor. In "Future Dib", he invented a device that would supply unlimited energy to the entire planet, but refused to activate it unless his children were there to share the moment.
  
  Membrane is somewhat embarrassed of his son's belief in the paranormal, refusing to call it a "proper" branch of science. However, he believes Dib's obsession is just a phase (or as he speaks of it, "temporary insanity"), that Dib will eventually grow out of, and allows his son to do as he pleases to an extent.
  
  He even understands that letting go of such of notions isn't easy, comparing it to how he once believed sharks and humans could be friends (which cost him both his arms). On occasion, Membrane is so preoccupied with work that he fails to recognize his own kids (i.e. not recognizing Dib when he comes backstage in "Battle-Dib").
  
  Professor Membrane has also had a grudge against Santa Claus ever since he was a child; on Christmas day, instead of giving him twelve cases of Uranium-238 as he'd asked, Santa gave him a present overflowing with socks.
  
  In the comic series, the Professor is presented as a more active parent, spending more time with his children. This is carried over into Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus, where it's made clear that despite still not liking Dib's obsession with the paranormal, he's proud of and loves his son.
  
  Motivation:
  
  Bringing the future of tomorrow to the entire World, as well as making ground-breaking achievements within the new world he finds himself on.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Neutral Good​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Not much is known about the great Dr.Membrane, other than his first sentient words, the mentioning of loosing his two arms to sharks and being the sole father of both his children, Gaz and Dib.​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  ​
  Augmented Arms:​
  Both of his arms are replaced with two mechanical limbs that have much higher strength than the human limits, capable of launching objects way heavier than him towards the sky. But his most used function, is to fire high-intensity beams of blue light towards his foes, strong within their own fields, and easily able of blasting through even the toughest of metals. There are many other smaller functions with his arm, such as the portable ring finger spork, or the multi-typing pointers, even a function to create toast... but isn’t use much other than a few cases.​
  ​
  Super-Genius Intellect:​
  His intellect has surpassed the normal limits of the human mind, easily passing the 200 IQ limit for humans, as he is capable of creating objects thought to be impossible, even with lower-grade or junk materials to use. With better and higher-grade materials, he ca create machinery much stronger than what is thought to be their limits, or create a generator with unlimited energy that would fuel the entire world, the possibilities are endless.​
  ​
  Incredibly fast movement:​
  Surprisingly, he is able to move very quickly, even when no signs of augmentation are even shown within his legs, an example of this would be shown right here:
  
  In a blink of a eye, he managed to run across almost an entire stadium, ignoring the collision of the other bystanders within his path, to which he could go much farther if he had more room and wasn’t focused upon breaking science to say it was impossible to someone else.
  
  Skills:
  
  -Skilled within all fields of science.​
  ​
  -Using Mechanical parts to both either create or repair a certain object.​
  ​
  -Giving out awesome and totally cool names to inventions such as Supertoast and the Perpetual Energy Generator.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  -Professor Membrane has no other weapons on his body... only relying on his speed and arms for the beginning.​
  
  *Equipment:
  
  -Rocket Boots: A pair of boots capable of mimicking a pair of jet engines, while rarely used, it can be activated in order to gain a height advantage within the air, as well as easily scale buildings without his speed.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -Highly intelligent for a human, capable of creating even things considered impossible by others, such as a generator that creates a infinite supply of energy, or super-toast.​
  ​
  -His augmentations and equipment allows him to be a strong foe in his field, and his experience and knowledge with his tools makes him even more dangerous.​
  ​
  -Great knowledge on all fields of science, from chemistry to rocket science, no topic is left uncheck by Professor Membrane.​
  ​
  Weaknesses:
  
  -Usually try to explain every phenomenon with a scientific reason, even when in the middle of battle, such as the density of that icicle storm, or the current heat being produced by the fireball. Even in the heat of battle.​
  ​
  -Membranes is quite stubborn, usually going with his words rather than those of others, thinking he may have the better solution to a problem... which depending on the context, may either be true or false.​
  ​
  -Rather does his studies than going out to fight, unless either brought in by his allies or the trouble heads straight for him.​
• 
  Miscellaneous:
  
  Themes:
  
  Normal/Thinking Theme:
  
  
  Combat Theme:
  
  
  Serious theme:
  ​
  
  

 

[Solirus]

Spoiler: Inactive Character

Name: Hiba

Current Appearance:

Former Appearance:

Gender: Female

Species: Leviathan (Currently Pseudo Human)

Age: ????

Role: The Leviathan

Type: New Summoned

Personality: Hiba used to be The Leviathan, a creature born before the time of her world, only existing to destroy it, this wasn’t because she wanted but because that is all she could think, all her instincts told her to do. Now as a human she was shown kindness and the good which was a new and refreshing experience, Hiba knows she wants to be good and help, but she doesn’t know how to be good, she even struggles to speak and express what she’s feeling. She’s very curious and inquisitive, asking questions constantly, the only thing she really knows if that if something harms her she should harm it back and that those who are nice to her are friends which she will protect but also spar with as is her custom in the monk temple she was taught.

Motivation: Becoming Good

D&D Alignment: Lawful Neutral (Trying to become Good)

Abilities:

• The Leviathan: Although Hiba doesn’t retain all her previous abilities, she still keeps some in a weaker state:
  • Super strength
  • Super durability
  • Super speed and agility
  • Superhuman stamina and dexterity
  • Water Manipulation
  • High magic resistance (includes curses and what not)
  • Regeneration
  • Immunity to poisons, toxins, diseases, etc.
  • Emits an Aura which scares away animals or creatures with low intelligence
  • Able to breathe underwater
• Monk Arts: Bye harnessing the power of her soul she is able to enhance herself and her allies, even capable of healing a bit. She may only use one technique at a time
  • Minor Healing
  • Iron Body: Increases immensley her durability but she must remain in stance and still
  • Hidden Body: Hides her presence and aura, turning her almost into a shadow, she must hold her breath though
  • Lightning Body: Increases her speed tenfold but can suffer from immense fatigue even with her superhuman stamina
  • Sentinels Eyes: Able to perceive her surroundings much more clearly and increase her reaction time, when mastered she can see invisible people and even souls
  • Might add more...?

Bio: Born, created, or perhaps existing before the beginning, The Leviathan existed, a being which had laid dormant under the deepest parts of the ocean, woken up by the explosion of a powerful magical artifact. In her awakening, she caused tsunamis to eat away coastal cities, caused storms that blocked out the sun for weeks and forced all life on the ocean to either flee or die. The humans tried everything, hundreds of ships, the most powerful magic, and even other beasts that rivaled her in size, but nothing worked, no matter how much they tried they could barely break through her skin, and when they did she would simply heal. Thus the humans resorted to one last trick, in her current form the Leviathan couldn’t be killed, thus they would polymorph her into something that could be killed, however, the Leviathan had an unnatural resistance to magic and it would require the sacrifice of thousands of wizards, artifacts, and the permanent loss of magic from the strongest wizard at the time to turn the Leviathan to a human. Upon finally being transformed the Leviathan fell into the ocean, falling unconscious and being swept away by the ocean, chased by the humans, before giving up after the efforts seemed futile, believing that the Leviathan would die in its current state.

The Leviathan didn’t die however, instead the waves dragged her to a far away land, travelling through a river and eventually being found by monks who saw her as a gift given to them by fate and named her Hiba (Means Gift). Hiba was confused… she hadn’t felt what she did in her previous form… rather her previous form or in this case life felt like a dream… only remembering certain points and never getting the bigger picture… Now in a human body and mind she began to experience kindness, love, and strict instructors as she quickly learnt all that the Temple offered, from fighting, to literature, and occasionally foreign languages. She was taught to be good towards others but and to only attack in defense, it was hard for her to understand, but she tried her best. She had a good life, surrounded by people who trusted her and liked her, even when she did questionable things, life was good, but one night, when she fell asleep, she woke up from the sound of two consecutive explosions...

Skills:

• Martial Artist
• Master with monk weapons
• Good Tracker
• Enhanced senses from training
• Great Stealth/Stalking
• Patient
• High pain tolerance
• Fast Learner

Strengths:

• Extremely durable and hard to kill
• A lot of versatility and power with water manipulation
• Magic is weak against her

Weaknesses:

• Inexperienced with actual combat
• Not very smart and can be easily tricked
• Easily manipulated

Other: The curse Hiba carries keeps her transformed into a human, it is extremely powerful is further protected by her unnatural resistance to magic.

Human Theme:

Leviathan Theme:

 

[Lazaro1505]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Yamcha​
  
  Aliases:
  
  The Wolf Fang Fist Master, Lord Yamcha, The Hyena Who Made The Desert His Stronghold​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Human-type Earthling​
  
  Age:
  
  23​
  
  Role:
  
  Wolf of the Z-Fighters​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
  
  
• Personality:
  Yamcha is originally characterized as a deadly warrior, who fears nothing but talking to women. After befriending Goku and the others, his personality remains mostly the same, but becomes very caring and considerate of the people he protects. He is showcased as a courageous warrior who strives to be the best, but is unable to reach this status, a fact that appears to plague him. He has a great network of information, recognizing Goku's Power Pole as Grandpa Gohan's during their first fight.
  Yamcha is a huge fan of the World Martial Arts and has always wanted to compete and someday win. It is likely this is why he has knowledge of famous fighters like Grandpa Gohan, Monster Carrot, Bacterian and King Chappa. Whenever the tournament date neared, Yamcha would always go through vigorous training and invent a new technique like the Blinding Wolf Fang Fist, Neo Wolf Fang Fist and the Spirit Ball. He is the second fighter to learn the Kamehameha since the beginning of Dragon Ball.
  Motivation:
  
  Train to become the strongest fighter to ever been seen on the known world.... as well as get over his fear of women.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Neutral Good​
  
  
• Life Story:
  
  Yamcha first encounter Goku in Diablo desert, who used to rob travelers with his greatest best friend, Puar, the same cat shown within his pic above. After attempting to rob Goku, Bulma, and Oolong, (being driven away due to his fear of women), and tried time and time again to steal the dragon balls that the group had, and steal the wish for himself, which he would use to make himself no longer have a fear of women. As he continues to follow Goku on his journey across the lands, and even getting jealous of Goku becoming a disciple of Roshi’s, but eventually he came to the groups aid when Monster Carrot comes forth and attacks, before going off to hide and follow the group once more.​
  ​
  Time passes, with Yamcha eventually joining the group, and both training and being broken up with Bulma throughout the years... and not only joining a couple of martial arts tournaments, but also accompanying Goku with a few other adventures. Eventually, we finally reach the 23rd World Martial Arts Tournament, in which Yamcha participated within, and also being humiliated with his match against Hero, Yamcha surprisingly was cool after it, and stayed until the end for the tournament. Afterwards.... no one knew what happened to Yamcha... until now, that it was finally shown that he was taken to another world instead of being missing on Earth... though forgotten later on, but now he can carve his own path in a new world, no longer being overshadowed by his much stronger friends and allies, and possibly become better as of a result of it.​
  
  
• Abilities:
  
  -Flight: Capable of achieving flight by the use of his Ki, there isn’t much more to this than it’s description itself.​
  ​
  -Ki sense: A form of sixth sense, it is able to be used in order to sense the amount of life force, ki an individual may have, as well as how strong they may be as well.​
  ​
  -Super-human strength, durability, and agility​
  ​
  -Ki blast: The most basic form of energy wave using ki, it can take many forms depending on its user, for Yamcha, it is a blue sphere of light that he can fire at foes in multiple shots.​
  ​
  -Kamehameha: By cupping his hands together, putting them to his side, and focusing his ki into the concentrated area, he is capable of forming a large blue ball of ki within his hands. While also accompanied by saying the name, after saying the last letters of the attack, Yamcha thrust his hands to the front and fire the concentrated beam of blue ki towards his opponent, a strong ranged attack that takes a few seconds to charge.​
  ​
  -Spirit Ball: One of the strongest tools in his arsenal, when raising his right hand into the air and grabbing his right wrist with his left, and focusing all his ki into the attack, he can create a head sized yellow ball of ki. Once formed, Yamcha can throw the ball and control it with the movement of his index and middle finger, and can guide it where to strike the opponent before eventually letting it explode. If charged much more than normally, it can grow as large as his entire body, before letting it forth, striking his opponent several times before using the option of turning it into a long ranged beam attack, or explode upon contact with a foe.​
  ​
  -Wolf Fang Fist: A unique technique made and used by only himself, Yamcha starts out his assault by focusing ki into his arms and hands, and combines it with a combination of punching and clawing, similar to that of a wolf slicing at them, usually accompanied by a illusion of a totem animal, a crimson wolf.​
  ​
  -Neo Wolf Fang Fist: A much more stronger form of the Wolf Fang Fist, with more control of his ki, Yamcha can increase the power of his physical attacks, landing devastating blows on his opponent in rapid succession that can leave his victims battered and bruised.​
  ​
  -Blinding Wolf Fang Fist: Another form of Wolf Fang Fist, instead of a flurry of punching and clawing, Yamcha first kicks the opponent away, before cupping his hands together like he is instead charging a Kamehameha beam, even accompanied with the bright blue sphere created, but instead, rushes the foe and strikes forth with his cupped hands, dealing high amounts of damage in one strike, with Yamcha looking behind him with a smile.​
  ​
  -Ki Blast Thrust: By focusing his Ki into a single fist, he can strike forth a heavy blow to an opponent, and even punch away energy attacks aimed straight for him during his charge.​
  ​
  -Fake Death: Yamcha is dead.... or is he... a move used specifically when damaged by an opponent, he mimicked an individual dying, and even acts like one. But it is all but a mere trick, for if the opponent comes close, Yamcha could strike them with both of his feet, or get back up when not in the bad guy’s field of view and deal a sneak attack.​
  ​
  -Taunt: A Taunt based move more likely used to annoy an opponent, it makes them feel much more likely to target Yamcha instead of any other foe for 15 seconds, allowing everyone else who is allies with him to strike the opponent while they focus on Yamcha.​
  
  Skills:
  
  -Trained Martial Artist​
  ​
  -Skilled Sword user​
  ​
  -Great at befriending animals, especially cats​
  ​
  -Is a pretty good chef at cooking​
  ​
  -Excellent baseball player​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Azure Dragon Sword: It is a scimitar, possibly based on various Chinese broadswords such as the niuweidao. It is surprisingly durable, and made of a strong metal that can cut through unprotected skin easily.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -A strong user at using both physical and long range energy based attacks using ki, allowing him to fulfill either role in combat.​
  ​
  -Yamcha is excellent at getting on the nerves of his opponent, making them more likely to be reckless with their attacks that thinking through a combat situation.​
  ​
  -Takes much more to deter him away from his goal or a battle, unless he knows it is impossible​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -Overconfident in his own abilities, especially when it seems that he is beating his opponent, letting down his guard.​
  ​
  -Has difficultly fighting against a woman due to his fear of them, sometimes even so much so that he would freeze in the middle of combat.​
  ​
  -Sometimes, he needs to be dragged away from a fight, especially if it seems he is winning but is actually far from there.​
  
  
• Miscellaneous:
  
  -Puar is not included with Yamcha, don’t let that photo fool you.​
  ​
  Theme:
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[Snackofthefuture]

Name: Bastion Fortress
Aliases: The Butcher
Gender: Male
Species: Anarchist
Age: ??? (19,995)
Appearance: hes got one of those deathly auras yafeelme??? by Revlis999 on DeviantArt

Alt. Bastion by Revlis999 on DeviantArt

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7'4 feet with white eyes
Role: The Enthusiastic Destroyer
Personality: Bastion is an embodiment of chaos, an avatar of destruction and violence. A living and breathing incarnation of battle. He lives for combat and difficult battles, striving to take place in every single combat scenario he can find. Outside of battle Bastion is an obnoxious and antagonistic man, one who tries to find the strength within all of his allies. A brawler with an endless amount of enthusiasm and energy. Bastion also has a very broad sense of humor, laughing a lot of the time, finding most everything humorous and amusing. The son of the greatest destroyer in his reality, Bastion was always expected to be a great fighter, and he has gone straight past these expectations to the top. He's not arrogant about this however as he has enough experience in battle to know things don't always go your way. Bastion is practical, malicious and eager to spread chaos, and he knows how to go about this. Bastion doesn't always have his black mask however, and when the dark flesh crawls back inside him, Bastion becomes a more tempered and kind individual. The dark flesh is Bastion and yet it is not him, it is what his father always wanted him to be.

“How I love the smell of burning flesh in the morning!”
“Hehe lets take our time with this okay, don't want it to be over that fast.”
“Im just trying to enjoy myself here cmon!”
Motivation: To fight forever
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Weapon:
-The Cleaver-
A butcher Knife of pure black metal that Ivan keeps in his pocket dimension, can cut through most things and is basically unbreakable.
Abilities:
-Portal Craft-
Bastion can summon up to three simultaneous portals to either his pocket dimension or to within a certain circumference of up to 50 feet in all directions. These portal can be up to 8 feet in circumference, allowing humans to be fully swallowed up by them.
-Pocket Dimension-
A small house sized dimension Bastion can keep things in at no power expense. This pocket dimension cannot be entered by living beings, but inanimate objects and robots can be placed inside, for later retrieval.
-Ultra Strength-
Better than Super Strength, Ultra Strength is like super strength but stronger, this strength is near equivalent to the DC character Superman, except its more plot specific Bastion can throw cars and even small buildings at people with this strength.
-Destroyer’s Inheritance-
A black magic that is often associated with demons and other eldritch creatures. This magic can be used as an energy source, projectile assault and an enhancer.
Skills:
Strengths: Immense strength and durability along with near unlimited teleportation via portals, resistance to most forms of magic
Weaknesses: Others can use Bastions portals if they're fast enough, Bastion can still be killed with very strong bullets, tank rounds, Dropping a mountain on him, Hacking at his neck with a couple different sword for an hour or two, weak to holy magic
Equipment:
Other:
Bio: Bastion was raised to believe he was the son of the most powerful warrior in his reality. He was then raised apart from this apparent father figure by scientists who were apparently in his employ. These scientists were to figure out how to maximize Bastion’s power, so as they raised him they put him through thousands upon thousands of tests to determine his aptitude for destruction. The truth is different however, Bastion is not the son of the most powerful warrior in reality, but the offspring of a malevolent dark force that seeks to consume everything in all realities. So he's technically the son of the greatest destroyer in his reality still considering his parent annihilated his reality. But before this happened Bastion lived a very long, violence filled life. He was still raised by scientists, but these men were never in his parent’s employ. They were trying to use the malevolent force’s own power against it, resulting in Bastion’s creation. He was then raised in a mildly shitty environment and worked for these scientists for several hundred years, not even knowing of his parent’s true identity. He thought he was simply fighting to one day take his place at his father’s side as one of the greatest warriors ever. After Bastion learned the truth he set out on his own with no clue what to do but destroy. This impulse to destroy was not bastion’s, it was his father’s, an impulse from trillions of miles away in another universe. Once his father got close to Bastion’s universe it started to look like things might end, so Bastion and a team of others who didn't want everything to end started looking for a way to defeat the malevolent force. In the end it turned out the solution itself was just a step one of a thousand needed to destroy the darkness. Bastion and his compatriots failed and were swallowed by the darkness. Bastion still fears this ever encroaching darkness.
Symbol: A toothy smiling face with no nose and two circles for eyes.
Theme:

 

[Remembrance]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Sier​
  
  Aliases:
  
  Sear | Seer | Seere | 3rd in Succession | Prince | Solver of All Equations​
  
  Gender:
  
  Presumed Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Demon Prince​
  
  Age:
  
  Unknown, presumed a few millenniums old​
  
  Written Description:
  
  Standing at around 8 feet, Sier is a demonic being shrouded with a white cloak and covered with a crystalline shell. In his "certain" form, he lacks arms and moves about through floating just off the ground. This form also contains his once mortal body still in its once alive state. His mortal form was once an olive-skinned man, toned and fit with a similar height to his now permanent form. The mortal form he once inhabited bears various markings and seals all around his withered skin.​
  ​
  His wraith form, similar in height and general body shape, shares many differences. Its form is shifty and vague; composed yet easily malleable. Typically, the wraith appears with a wrapping around its skin. If pulled and unpeeled, the wrapping reveals a hollow shell. Lanky and almost lacking muscles, the wraith bears talons at the end of its fingers. In the center of its head where the face would be is instead a dark shadow cast by nothing.​
  ​
  Though insignificant to detail, when inhabiting the body of any golem; his typical pose is with his hands behind his back. This posture is almost a surefire way of revealing his identity to any who knows him.​
  
  Role:
  
  The Demon Prince​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Though he hardly speaks, Sier is a genial being and respectful of all whom he crosses paths with. This is not to say he is not malevolent, hardly so. The 3rd in succession to the throne is a control freak. He values a different level of control over the people he surrounds himself with and control over any scenario he is or will be in. This control can be anything from being able to manipulate the emotions of his comrades or simply being the only one who knows how to operate a certain sort of spell. In any case, his degree of control must be absolute lest he enters an irritable state.​
  ​
  This is all to say, only for his demonic form, something he was not given because he wished it so. His mortal personality, now a distant memory was quite the opposite. A generous man he once was, with a knack for sensing someone's displeasure or melancholy. Sier would use this knack to help others in their future pursuits, wishing none to feel the way he had sensed them of. He had one fault, of course; a desperate necessity to "win". A win in any form; whether it be through being the most generous person around or having won a tournament that proved himself stronger than the rest.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  To have control over a realm of his own.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  True Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Born to an unimportant family, Sier had plans almost from birth on what he wanted to do. Though his childish demeanor interrupted this and his first outing as having to win everything he involved himself had begun. He would regularly declare victory over anything he won at; sulking and throwing a tantrum if he lost. His parents rationalized it, thinking him capable when he would become of age to become a productive farmer.​
  ​
  This was not the case, once he was of age to begin his life as a farmer; he ran away. Sier had bigger plans and started them off nicely. He had one definitive goal. One mark on the timeline that was his life that would allow him to win. One broad goal: become stronger. Sier opted to take the physical route and began his training.​
  ​
  Years passed, joining regular fighting matches and even brawling in bars if he would decide to stoop as low as to target a drunkard. In hardly any time, he was known well in the towns he would travel through. And in hardly any years, he was known as the strongest fighter in the world. A hard title to live up to but Sier could do it and he did it well. Challengers that approached him were swiftly taken down and beaten beyond recognization. This was his final state; a state in which he could win anything he wanted.​
  ​
  There was one issue that dawned upon him after a little pipsqueak of a man challenged him to not a duel but instead a brawl of brains. The match was decisive and quick, Sier had nothing to go against a young man who had attended a college or even read a book. And it came upon Sier that he knew not even how to read let alone do anything intellectually demanding. This schism in his complex only grew as others found he was easily beaten with magic. A fool's errand, he once called magic, now a detrimental flaw in his plan.​
  ​
  Sier knew not how to fix the issues that plagued his now fragile physique until one fateful night, a voice unfamiliar to him and what he knew as his realm greeted him. The voice was quick with its words and precise in the direction it wanted to take its proposition. That proposition being absolute control over any magic that faced him and the ability to cast magic with absolute ease. With the additional bestowal of ease of learning anything new to him. The voice needed not to speak any longer as Sier accepted the proposal without hesitation.​
  ​
  When Sier awoke, he was greeted with a weird sense of self. After conjuring up a spell that had been cast on him, Sier was amazed to see it work. He took no time to harness it and use it to his advantage in the new challenges he had been receiving. Now instead of just simply a man of brawn; Sier had become not only the pinky but also the brain.​
  ​
  Sier continued his neverending quest of winning; reinvigorated from his newfound powers. He became the strongest man both in magic and physicality until on one fateful day, a group naming themselves the Hands of Dorian entrapped him under suspicion of cohorts with demons.​
  ​
  The strongest man was imprisoned with chains unknowable to even him and over the course of 5 years, was tortured to reveal the name of the demon that had bestowed him his powers. After countless cut tendons and muscles, no provable name was revealed. It only took 1,824 moons for the Men of Dorian to realize Sier was incapable of speaking and knowing the name of the demon. But it was still clear he knew far too much to be left alive but the men resolved and opted to not kill him and instead leave him to die his own way while still ensuring it agonizing.​
  ​
  On the 1,825th moon, they cut his tongue off. Pierced one of his eyes. And slit his arms to the point of being incapable to use and losing blood at a rate that would not kill him but instead keep him staggered and hazy until a point came for him to die of proper bloodloss. They released him in a dark meadow, wishing him the best of luck and to speak their greetings to the demon should he die fast.​
  ​
  Dorian's Men had taken everything from him and there was nothing to gain in a simple meadow. But they could not take one thing from him. His resolve was still intact despite countless days of torture. He walked for what seemed forever, he never reached an end of the ever-expanding meadow. Sier eventually gave up; tired and exhausted from the walking and decided to rest for the meantime. That's when everything hit him. The years of torture and emotions he had repressed broke and caused him to break down.​
  ​
  He wailed for hours, incapable of wiping his tears away with broken hands and blood-soaked arms. It was then, on the 1,826th moon that he was approached by the demon he had made a pact with. The demon gave him an ultimatum.​
  ​
  "D̸̬͌ȉ̸̜͆ȇ̶͚̰̇ ̸̡́h̶̺͐e̶͈̺̒̌r̶̭̈ẻ̵͎ ̷̫̪̌̒ȯ̵͚͖̫̼̖̓̄͗r̷̤̞͔̞̍̐͜ ę̷̬̜͉̦̺͎̔͂͌̀͐͝n̷̼͈͈͛͜á̵̳̩̬̣̱̥c̴̨̳̝͔̩͈̏̋͆̇̓͘ṫ̵̢̧̛̜̲̝̏̌̚͜ ̴̣͉̱̱̲̦̩̊́̀́ṟ̸̦̮͇̠̏̀́͌̀̚͜ę̴̡̩̞̞̘̒̀v̶̠̻̯͙̹͍̎̊̈̒̀ȩ̷̙̺̅͜n̶̩͝g̵̖͈̼̼͖̑ȅ̷̖̻͖͔̹̀ ö̵͈̼̭̬̍́̑̐n̵̅͜ y̵̡̘̼͕̽͛̈́͌̚ŏ̴̲̱̳̦̆́̎u̷̟̙͆͘r̶̭͎̊ ̵̨͒ͅc̴̖͕͗a̵̰͌͊p̵̹̆t̴͈̿̚ỏ̵̳͛r̵͈̀s̵̗͇͆̓."*​
  ​
  *It says "Die here or enact revenge on your captors."​
  ​
  And like before, Sier without any hesitation, took the latter.​
  ​
  Sier appeared upon the carriage of the Hands of Dorian, causing it a complete halt and attacking the men inside. This assault proved fruitless in the end, however. Sier was almost instantly chained by the unknowable bondage he was captured in and after a short struggle, was decapitated. His lifeless body fell to the ground by the pull of the chains. His head rolled down the hill and into a stream, carried down to a nearby lake where his head was picking for the fish.​
  ​
  It's up to the listener of this tale to determine what happened next but the general consensus is that he became a demon through his pact and somehow became a prince.​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Demon Prince​
  Being an heir to the throne of demons grants Sier not only the enhanced physique and unaging of a typical demon but a sort of privilege amongst the demons who rank lower than him. His mortal strength compared hardly to those of a small demon but now that it has deteriorated and crippled; it is sure to say that he could not be Lord at the current time. While his mortal strength has yet to be returned and the ability of his arms taken; his new form allows minor floatation off the ground with an aggressively high speed (66 mph) at which he can maneuver.​
  ​
  The Shell of a Being Cursed​
  His skin now covered in a crystalline shell in varying colors, it itself is difficult to penetrate. It's, in essence, the final defense to his ultimate weakness. His seals and markings. Should any being of mortal composition break any of the seals on his skin through destroying them or dispelling them; his millennium-long pact becomes null and void and he is returned to his once mortal form dating to when he first made his second pact. As such, the shell is impossibly difficult to pass-through and for very good reason. Because of the way Sier was granted demonhood, his soul isn’t present within his current form and those attempting to peer into it will see nothing. For specifics, the shell can withstand 7,500 pounds of force before cracking. 8,200 pounds before giving way and having the cracked pieces fall off from the rest.​
  ​
  Mathematical Insight of a Moment Whole​
  When Sier was bestowed the gift of magic, everything seemed apart of a larger sum. No longer was it simply parts but instead, he saw beyond that and saw the sum of all its parts. He still does and that allows him a degree of insight into things unknown to him. Letting his gaze land on things he does not know grants him a partial understanding and knowledge of whatever his gaze lands upon after a degree of time relative to how unknown it is to him (i.e he’s never seen a gun before thus it would take a while to get a good understanding of the mechanisms but he has seen most forms of magic and can gain a better than surface-level insight on them faster than he would with the example above.) He can even recite whatever he learns or has learned with perfect remembrance.​
  ​
  Mathematical Magic of a Moment Whole​
  Magic in his old realm was complicated and largely mathematical based. Casting a spell required a series of calculations to take place in ones' head. The intensity of the spell or even a stronger spell required larger quantities of calculations to be performed. Any normal caster had to do these and with some skill and years of practice, could even cast a spell almost instantaneously by doing the calculations with ease. Since Sier himself is not only a Demon Prince but one who was granted magical powers beyond belief when he was but a mortal; he was able to cast any spell he wanted instantly and still is capable of doing so. Calculations fly by like a harsh wind and require no thought on his part. This magic allows the caster to summon fireballs at will or conjure a storm and strike down any foe they would wish with a bolt of lightning. The magic is quite broad but mostly limited itself to elemental magic and artificial strengtheners/debuffs; not allowing any conjurer to control beings with a touch or summon a horde of wolves.​
  ​
  A Wraith from a Moment Fractured​
  Sier bears a piece of himself from his past. In his shadow is a wraith similar to how he was in his mortal form. Sier can summon this wraith in any darkness he himself is present in or any shadow he casts. His wraith occupies all of his shadow thus any being who wishes to occupy it is incapable of doing so. The wraith itself is gifted with 33.333% of Sier's consciousness when summoned. Though it may be 1/3rd of him, let this not downplay that even 1/3rd of him can defeat most foes. The wraith, while granted Sier’s mind, lacks a soul. Sier’s wraith is practically an image of his former self; capable of lifting up to 15,000 pounds of weight and sprinting up to 95 miles per hour; it is incapable of casting any magic, however. This shadow of himself has one fatal weakness; blunt attacks most especially directed to its head. Should it die or de-manifest, it takes up to a few minutes for Sier to recreate it. Not to mention that Sier screams at the top of his lungs when his wraith de-manifests; incapacitating those weak to high-pitched sounds.​
  ​
  Of the Final Commencement​
  Wishing for his mortal form back has manifested itself as the ability to create a human body for him to inhabit. Though, it is not all human. It, in reality, is a high-level golem without any onboard intelligence. The golem is at the level of a standard human and bears no special enchantments or weaknesses unique to it. Sier can only make and control 1 golem at a time as he splits his consciousness into thirds and grants the golem 33.333% of his normal consciousness. Since the golem he inhabits has a part of his consciousness, it also allows it the ability to cast magic. The magic of his own personal choice is still cast instantaneously but at a deficit in power; only being able to conjure spells at half their strength and intensity. Like his wraith and himself, the golem lacks a soul, even when inhabited by Sier.​
  ​
  
  Skills:
  
  Martial Ability​
  Still once named "the strongest man in the world"; countless duels, tournaments, and fights have excelled him to be a master in martial combat and the arts of brutally beating anybody in his path with technique and pure unbridled strength (see above).​
  ​
  Millenia of Experience​
  Despite more than 3 quarters of his life unknown to most; Sier has years upon years of experience involving combat, diplomacy, and intellect. From knowing everything about his magic to knowing how to manipulate the feeble minds of mortals.​
  ​
  Fiend in War​
  Sier was granted 66 demon armies and 33 soul armies to command them in the 2nd and 3rd Demon Incursion. As such, Sier is a master of tactics and warfare; knowing how to accurately shift the advantage in a fight and how to make use of his soldiers. Though compared to the other Demon Princes and Lords, his skill is lacking and by far the one that needs the most improvement.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  His or any golem body he possesses.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  Instant magic of his type​
  Martial combatant of another level​
  Multiple facets for combat​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Limited magic forms​
  Easily destroyed once the shell is broken​
  Magic or items with heavenly or holy properties are a surefire way to have him reeling back​
  Currently weak and fragile because of his current state​
  ​
• 
  Miscellaneous:
  
  What was that?​
  Probably just the wind.​
  
  Version History
  
  12/1/20 ????​
  Added clarifications regarding wraith and how it occupies 100% of Sier’s shadow​
  ​
  12/3/20 15:58​
  Added clarifications regarding pounds of force and speed.​
  ​
  12/3/20 23:48​
  Clarifications regarding souls in each of his bodies (spoiler alert; Sier is a corpse in a shell held together by the millennia-long pact he has retained with the demon who first gave him his powers.)​
  ​
  12/4/20 15:31​
  Added the ability to learn other magicks efficiently through written text.​
  ​
  12/5/20 18:43​
  Removed the aforementioned ability.​
  ​
  12/8/20 19:41​
  Fixed a grammatical error​
  ​

 

[Solirus]

Name: Dirk Ault

Gender: Male

Species: Human

Age: 32

Type: Old Summoned

Personality: Dirk is cold and seemingly dead inside, only caring about getting a job done. Dirk is also a bit too honest and isn’t the most social individual, opting to stay far away from people as a sniper does. He seemingly doesn’t have a sense of humor, but giggles at the driest and dumbest jokes. When he has a target and he fails to kill them in a way, he develops a sort of grudge or obsession, becoming a lot more impatient and ruthless to take them out or get the job done, this only really happens if he feels personally affected by it though. Aside from that he is very professional even in safe situations.

Motivation: Find work and money

D&D Alignment: Neutral

Weapon:

• Custom built Sniper: very tough and very consistent, Dirks sniper is able to fire and withstand his sound bullets, it’s bolt action and Dirk can increase its potency the more magic he gives it.
• Smg: A small side arm which Dirk uses in closer combat. It fires extremely quickly and accurately.
• Hunting knife: A reliable knife which Dirk can use to cut through almost anything, especially if he amplifies the knife to cut through metal like butter.

Abilities:

• Sound magic: Dirk possesses mana and is able to manipulate sound via magic. He’s skilled with it and as such is able to solidify sound to turn it into bullets and fire extremely explosive and deadly bullets. He’s also able to blast himself away with the shockwaves of sound and manipulate the vibrations as well as other things. Dirk is also able to lower and increase the volume of something in general or only for himself, being able to hear the blood flowing of a person from far away.

Bio: no

Skills:

• Godlike marksmanship and accuracy
• Tracker
• Patient and resourceful
• Experienced CQC fighter
• Tactician and Guerrilla fighter
• Stealthy
• Survivalist skills
• Fast Learner

Strengths:

• Very long range with high accuracy and precision
• Sound magic is extremely versatile
• A lot of potency with his bullets
• Elusive and slippery
• Unlimited mana at night

Weaknesses:

• Only human
• Runs out of mana at daylight
• Can get obsessed with certain targets
• Relies on his magic

Equipment:

• Bags and pouches which can be filled with supplies
• Sweet hat
• Katie’s Gift: After seemingly leaving, Katie left Dirk a gift, a crystal which granted Dirk unlimited mana only at night.

Theme:

 

[Solirus]

Name: Ullis Hrundu

Face:

Aliases: Chef Hrundu

Gender: Male

Species: Human????

Age: 91 (Looks 24)

Role: The Masterchef

Type: Old Summoned

Personality: Most of the time, Ullis is a rather calm and chill person, casually swearing, and dragging the corpse of a bear into a meeting room, he jokes a lot but he’s fine as long as people get along. However sometimes in battle and ESPECIALLY in the kitchen, Ullis can lose his cool very quickly and become the living incarnation of rage after which he can return to being calm. He can be a very vengeful individual, normally never forgetting and always looking for a chance to get back at whoever pissed him off immensely.

Motivation: Try to actually make the world a better place, while also cooking dam good food

D&D Alignment: Chaotic Good/Neutral (Lawful Evil in the Kitchen)

Weapon:

• Trusty Blade: Ullis’s Family Heirloom, it’s a fine and sharp blade that may only be unsheathed by Ullis himself, although it sometimes doesn’t budge even when he tries to pull it out. After any kill, the blade heals itself and becomes permanently more durable and sharper. The blade is also capable of harnessing magic that Ullis gains, such as setting itself on fire or launching a fireball from the tip. If the blade is held by someone other than Ullis, the blade will quickly make its way back to the sheath and if someone tries to hold it back, the blade will slowly increase in strength eventually breaking free.

Abilities:

• Feast of Power: When Ullis feasts on another living creature he gains up to 25% of the creature's physical characteristics and capabilities (Strength, speed, wings, bodily resistances), as well as 25% of their mana (he's not stealing it in a sense, the original person still keeps their original supply of mana).
  • Current Feasts:
  • Greater Flame Magic
  • Swordsmanship skills
  • Minor Purification magic
  • Heat resistance
  • Massive cold resistance
  • Dark vision
  • Enhanced smelling
  • Massive endurance
  • Poisonous talons
  • Poison immunity
  • Tiny hate form
  • Major aspects from Nether walkers
  • Tiny aspects from Royal Demons
• Feast of Knowledge: Upon feasting on another living creature, Ullis gains up to 100% of the creatures memories and skills, ranging from, Swordsmanship to knowing where the hidden cookie jar is, however if the original owner of the memories forgets anything, Ullis will also in a sense not know about it.
• Feast of Health: Upon feasting on another living creature, Ullis heals tremendously, clearing all fatigue along with it, and is granted youth back, making him a dangerous threat against large groups of enemies.
• Eyes of the feaster: Once he has a feed on someone, he is able to see the insides of people, knowing their weak spots, illnesses, and even implants.

Bio: FUCKING RAW

Skills:

• Greatest Chef you’ll ever see.
• Creative fighter
• Extensive knowledge of Nether walkers
• Improved Swordsmanship
• Unpredictable fighter

Strengths:

• Extreme versatility with it and his power only growing with every feast
• Hard to kill thanks to Feast of Health

Weaknesses:

• Very likely to get angry and become predictable
• He doesn’t only get the ups of abilities but he also gains the downsides, meaning, certain abilities can be detrimental.

Equipment:

• Bag of holding with so much cooking equipment and bottles of all types of Alcohol and dry ingredients.
• Desert armor: Decent and fancy

Theme:

 

[Kloudy]

Name:
Khaoul

Aliases:
Of Sin, Prince of Sins, The Hateful Lord

Gender:
Male

Species:
Royal Demon

Age:
Something-something-old

Role:
Royal Demon Lord

Type:
Old Summoned

Personality:
Khaoul is wrath incarnate and projects his indomitable will accordingly. His wrath is never quenched and is most of the time suppressed within his psyche to avoid unleashing his full power constantly. In this calmed state, he possesses a seething anger within that manifests into a more calculative and malicious persona. He is more rational and intelligent when calm, able to see through tricks and traps with strategic finesse. Khaoul is more tactful in this mindset and employs mortifying schemes to plot the downfall of mortals.

When Khaoul lessens his mental limiters, his wrath becomes all-encompassing. His rationality and patience decline rapidly and his desire for destruction and depravity rises. Charming and persuading Khaoul proves nigh-impossible as his resolute royal absolution allows for no mortal to dare command him away from his quarry. Bloodthirsty and hatred run rampart in his mind, and even his allies will feel his wrath in this state.

Motivation:
To discover a worthy opponent.
To determine that Demonkind reign supreme.
To destroy all that is holy.
To punish the sinners.

Alignment:
Neutral-Evil/Chaotic-Evil

Weapon:
I am a weapon.

Abilities:
Royal Demon Physiology - Khaoul is a particularly powerful demon amongst those from his realm. His physical abilities put demigods to shame and his senses are sharp. He possesses natural immunity to mind and soul-affecting abilities and has an indefinite lifespan. If slain, Khaoul can be revived through a sacrificial summoning contract by a mortal.

Pyromancy - Perhaps somewhat predictably, Khaoul is a master of flames. His command of the magic knew no peers in his previous realm and he often spent time laying waste to towns and cities with swathes of fire in his wake.

The Seven Demonic Sins - This ability comes in seven parts and is a toggle passive, or remains constantly active upon activation. Khaoul is granted buffs and his opponents are granted debuffs depending on which sins they are currently guilty for. These effects only remain true for those within a 10ft radius of Khaoul or those who are engaging him in combat, the latter of which ends when either person is unable to continue fighting. Multiple sins can be active at once, however buffs of the same kind do not stack on Khaoul. Buffs last on Khaoul for as long as he is still in combat.

- Pride. Those who face Khaoul with any form of pride in their hearts will find their physical strength sapped. Khaoul's entire body benefits from enhanced durability.
- Envy. Those who face Khaoul with feelings of envy for another will experience a lack of effectiveness in their magic. Inversely, Khaoul will gain increased magic resistance.
- Gluttony. Those who face Khaoul with cravings of gluttony begin to suffer internal damage over time. Khaoul gains greatly enhanced regenerative power.
- Lust. Those who face Khaoul with temptations of lust begin to lose stable control of their motor functions. Khaoul gains an alluring aura that may convert weak-minded mortals to his command.
- Sloth. Those who face Khaoul with detestable sloth find their agility and speed to be greatly reduced. Khaoul gains the ability to teleport 10ft at a time.
- Greed. Those who face Khaoul filled with greed find themselves unable to use items or held equipment. Khaoul gains foresight into a few seconds of the future.
- Wrath. Those who dare to face Khaoul with wrath in their hearts gain increased senses and dexterity at the price of physical external injuries over time. Khaoul gains greatly enhanced strength and speed. This is the only buff that can stack.

The Hateform - Khaoul has magical limiters on his mind to prevent his wrath from seeping out too purely. His power is intrinsically linked to his anger and the more he releases this emotion, the stronger he becomes both physically and magically. When consumed with anger, Khaoul enters his Hateform and all of the buffs from The Seven Demonic Sins activate. The aforementioned ability cannot be active while Khaoul is in this form, aside from Wrath. Khaoul loses all sense of reason and higher critical thinking functionality, operating entirely off instinct alone until his wrath has been somewhat quenched naturally. He becomes entirely immune to holy magic.

Biography:
Khaoul is one of the five Demon Lords created by The Mad King in an alternate dimension to command his fortresses and armies. Khaoul was one of the strongest of the five for his considerable superiority in one-on-one duelling. While others held great skill in controlling or laying waste to armies, manipulating others and altering the world, Khaoul's domain created firmly on doing glorious single combat with mortal heroes, kings and demigods alike. The champion gladiator of the Five Demon Lords, no one man could defeat him.

But even his fall was prophesied. The mortals had cunningly gathered their most pious holy warriors to ambush Khaoul all at once. Despite the desecration of his chosen form of combat, Khaoul's wrath was not enough to save him from assassination at the hands of these holy men and he was consequently killed. For years he seethed and churning with wrath and hatred until a foolish mortal completed a summoning pact and accidentally sacrificed his own soul to revive Khaoul back to life. While Khaoul was pleased with this lucky turn of events, his anger soon resumed upon learning that the demons of his realm had been defeated and none of the other Demons Lords still stood. Khaoul vowed to exact vengeance on not only those that had slain his race, but the damned holy warriors of any realm! And if they were too pious, he'd damn them himself!

Ironically enough, Khaoul's vow was heard by a God from another dimension and Khaoul soon found himself transported to an entirely new realm...

Skills:
Duelling
Intimidation
Grand Strategy
Melee Weapons

Strengths:
Unrivalled Strength - Khaoul physical abilities are beyond anything mortal. It took several summoned to defeat him in a gruelling battle after he himself was summoned.
Indomitable Wrath - Manipulating, controlling and/or influencing Khaoul is a particularly difficult task. On account of his one-track mind for anger and his surprisingly high intelligence, he listens to none other than wrath itself. And wrath fuels his will.
Glorious Single Combat - Khaoul is a master duellist, standing far above his peers in one-on-one combat. He has never once been defeated by a single individual.

Weaknesses:
Sinful Punisher - Khaoul will not hesitate to put himself in harms way or willingly walk into harm to punish the sinners. His concern for the actions of mortals will often lead him to danger, even against multiple powerful opponents.
Prideful Practitioner - Unwilling to learn new skills or magic, Khaoul is unlikely to pick up new abilities unless in rare circumstances. He believes his current power is all that is required to exert his will unto this world.
Soloist - A single-combat fighter, Khaoul actively resists working with others to achieve his goals and thus has very few allies. Combined with his abrasive personality, the art of persuasion is certainly not something he has mastered.

Equipment:
Refer to "Weapons"

Other:
Hecate is one of the higher demons created alongside Khaoul and the other four Demon Lords. Although she was not named a Lord herself, Khaoul knows of and has spoken to Hecate on several occasions before and is aware of her power.

Symbol:

 

[Remembrance]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Remus Alberia​
  
  *Aliases:
  
  ​
  Spoiler: Remus' Titles

  Great Warrior​

  The Unkillable​

  Victor of the Siege of Erania​

  Commander of the Silver Legion​

  Warrior of the Lords​

  Opener of the Divine Path​

  Grand Wielder of the Divine Flame​

  Punisher of Evil​

  The Great Unifier of Lords​

  Sacred of Appearance​

  Harbinger of Light​

  Father of Deritos​

  Builder of War​

  Protector of Erania​

  Keeper of the Divine Flame​

  Chosen of the Lord of Flame​

  High Steward of the Moon​

  Sailor of the Sea Between Worlds​

  Sentinel of the Divine Lords​

  The Undisputed Challenger​

  Begetter of the Silver Legion​

  Scourge of the Dead​

  Demonslayer​

  First of the Unified Lords​

  Rider of the Sacred Steed​

  Vanquisher of Evil​

  Champion of the Dark Arena​

  Mighty Knight of the Mithril Marauders​

  Hand to the Emperor​

  He Who Holds The Warden's Edge​

  Grand Hierophant of the Moon Cult​

  Arch-Commodore of the Silver Fleet​

  Waker of His Divine Lordship​

  Monarch of the Sky's Wrath​

  Majestic Combatant of the Rolling Hills​

  Champion of the Divine Lords​

  Breaker of Heph's Bonds​

  Destroyer of Hier's Soul​

  Terror of the Undead​

  Master of the Never-Ending War​

  Master of the Limono House​

  Taker of Demonic Souls​

  Ruler of the Competent​

  Bearer of the Divine Flame​

  Scion of the Alberia Clan​

  The Wonderful​

  Chaser of the Night​

  Keeper of the Forged Arcanum​

  Founder of the Glyphing Society​

  Banisher of Razamundo​

  High Lord of the Silver Armada​

  Guardian of the Legion of Silver​

  Tamer of the 5th Moon​

  Living Hero​

  Dismisser of the Temptations​

  Bringer of the Divine Lords​

  He Who Does Not Falter​

  Slayer of Revan​

  Purger of the 1st Ring​

  Favored of Uzani, the 3rd Lower Divine Lord​

  Player of Their Divine Lordship​

  Liberator of Souls​

  Lord Remus​

  Wrangler of Tentacles​

  Router of the Horde​

  Eternal Sovereign's Bearer​

  Seneschal of House Alberia​

  Precursor to the Divine Heroes​

  Regent of the Gold Legion​

  Warden of the Divine Flame​

  Herald of all Divinity​

  Caller of the Graceful Wind​

  Demon-Tamer​

  Master of the Veritas River Path​

  Guardian of the Living​

  Great Keeper of Swords​

  Deacon of the Lords​

  Belated of the Moon​

  General of Might Diem, the 4th Lower Divine Lord​

  Summoner of the Wrathful Sky​

  Master of all Heroes​

  Prince Remus​

  Purger of the Speaking Dead​

  Killer of the False Lords​

  Silver Lord​

  Avenger of those Fallen​

  Sword Master​

  Eternal Warden of Erania's Lands​

  Breaker of Razamundo's Scales​

  And many, many more...​

  ​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Human of Divinity​
  
  Age:
  
  26​
  
  Role:
  
  The Divine Hero​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Remus is deeply religious, the adjective describing both his devotion to his Lord and his commitment to the ideals of justice. order, and honor. Of a straightforward and serious personality, Remus is diligent, scrupulous, and believes in fair play, as well as being sincere and very polite. Bearing similarities to a chivalrous knight, he's compassionate; being known to hold back against his female peers and opponents. On the other hand, Remus can be quite inflexible and disliking of anything that disturbs the rules and order.​
  ​
  Although others may mock Remus for his beliefs and idealism due to being on opposite sides of the law, he is widely regarded as a man who would do the right thing. He's loyal to his ideals more than his surroundings and isn't afraid to confront his superiors or peers if he believes them undermining his conception of justice.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Cleanse the world of evil.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Lawful Good​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Remus' origin story is a bit vague and unnecessary to mention and as such, we will skip to his peak as a legendary hero.​
  ​
  Remus was one of the first of the six heroes that arose during the Demon War, his start was made by being the captain of a particular fleet and excelling in all forms of combat as they trekked through pirate waters and the homes of horrifying sea monsters to reach Erania, the heart of the world and where the demons came and started their campaign at. His arrival in Erania was foretold by the Counsel of Seers who met him at the docks and escorted him to the King.​
  ​
  There, Remus was gifted Eternal Sovereign and requested to serve in Erania's Silver Legion as the commander. Remus accepted and campaigned from the capital to the heart of the demon invasion. He fought his way through the undead, demons, and souls fighting for the invasion. Remus led the charge in and eventually found himself in front of the portal leading to the realm that the hellspawn came from.​
  ​
  Entering the portal alone, he was greeted by a demonic creature who stood tall and was draped with robes and covered in a hard shell. The being showed Remus a vision of his spouse; a beautiful woman Remus had married near the start of the war. The vision showed her being taken away and his son killed. When Remus returned from his vision, the being had vanished. Remus sprinted across the unknown realm, his Divine Lords supporting his venture.​
  ​
  He cut down the hellspawn that infested the realm, following the path that the demons were coming from.​
  ​
  Remus eventually arrived at a large spire. As he entered, he heard the screams of a familiar young maiden. After running up the tower and arriving at the top, he saw his partner forced onto the edge of the tower, a large ocean of lava under her. Remus yelled out to her before the demonic being he had seen before appeared and pushed her off the ledge. Remus attempted to strike down the demon though it evaded his attack.​
  ​
  At this point, almost all of the demons in the realm had been alerted to Remus' presence and were heading to overpower him. The commander readied his blade and continued his barrage of attacks onto the robed demon yet not a single one of his attacks hit their mark.​
  ​
  Remus prepared one last attack. As the demonic hordes ran and flew up the tower; lightning cracked through his blade as he held it up and began his charge to the demon. And at that moment, that singular moment of his sword nearing its mark, no Divine Lord imparted their power into him. Rage was empowering him.​
  ​
  It's said that he cleaved the demon's head but was blown open with a beam of energy returned from the demon.​
  ​
  This time around, he intends to make things right and do better.​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Blessed from the Divines​
  Remus was given a blessing from each of the Lower Divine Lords and one from the Supreme Divine Lord. Each of the blessings allowed him to have unparalleled skill and strength in each of the respective Lord's domains. But because of their absence in the new world, these blessings are null and void; no longer maintained by the respective Lord.​
  ​
  Body from the Divines​
  After pledging his life in eternal servitude to the Divine Lords and swearing to carry out their will, he was granted a body similar to his and reflective of the Divine-made angels that once filled the lands and skies. Although he is missing the wings, Remus' body is similar in composition and thus his skin is tough but fair. His reflexes are sharp and precise, and his body immune to curses and hexes.​
  ​
  Knight of the Moon Cult​
  Knights held in high regard in Aurelia and for good reason as these knights are beyond any normal mortal's comprehension. Hardened to the core with an impossibly high endurance; fast and piercing to resemble a moon that guides them through the darkness, and the strength to rid the night of monsters who would dare walk the lands. Remus was the Grand Hierophant of the Moon Cult and thus, was granted unique powers beholden to his rank. Grand Hierophants could channel the moon, regardless of its presence, into any weapon they wield as well as the armor they wear. This manifests itself as the weapon having shining lights lined up and down at the middle of its blade or shaft and the armor glowing a blue color. Channeling the moon through this hardens armor and sharpens weapons.​
  ​
  Sight into the Soul​
  Remus, in legends, was said to have had weeded out the greedy nobility by "peering into their dark soul". He had done this through something akin to True Sight with additional benefits. While being able to see past illusions and view things in their truthful form, he's also able to see one's alignment through their soul. If one is aligned with good, their soul is white. Neutrality represents itself as grey. And evil shows as a deep black.​
  ​
  Magic of the Sky's Wrath ​
  Essentially lightning magic, it served as the hardest form of magic in Remus' world. Although he had mastered it, he felt as though it were not at it's fullest potential and went off to find what he was missing. After reclaiming the forged arcanum, Remus unlocked the full potential of his magic. Remus' lightning is shockingly powerful and capable of being manipulated fully by him. He can use both yellow and blue lightning even though he may not know the difference between them. With the forged arcanum in his possession, he's capable of tapping into its immense power to briefly become a being of primordial energy. This lasts very briefly as the forged arcanum has a constraint on how long it is able to be used despite having near limitless power.​
  ​
  
  Skills:
  
  Moon Glyphing​
  A practically useless skill, Moon Glyphing is the practice of reading a local moon's size, light, and intensity as well as some other factors to determine the user's location. Remus has shown himself to be particularly adept at this before his sudden death and even reinvigorated its popularity in his homeworld.​
  ​
  Swordsmanship​
  Being not only a skilled knight but a legendary hero, he could not have earned it without being an excellent swordsman. He knows how to direct an attack and effectively defend or parry an oncoming strike. Though he is most skilled with a greatsword, he is still adept with other types.​
  ​
  Military Tactician​
  Remus learned army tactics at a young age and that experience has branded him a tactician of great valor. From temporarily commanding a small force into routing the demon horde in his first-ever fight to directing thousands of soldiers with tact and skill in an unfair battle while still coming out on top; Remus was unmatched in his field in his homeworld.​
  ​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Warden's Edge​
  Bestowed to Remus from the Grand Wielder of the Divine Flame after being appointed with the said title; Warden's Edge is a great sword bearing the power of the Divine Flame, a blue flame that purges demons and incinerates undead. Despite being of enormous weight, Warden's Edge is seemingly weightless to those of a good alignment though it takes a Grand Wielder to ignite the flame. It's said the sword never loses its sharpness.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  Eternal Sovereign, Gift of the West​
  Forged by the dwarven masses in Blackrock Peak, this armor set was forged over 100 years and set aside to wait for the arrival of one worthy to wear it. Though it bears no enchantment, it was said that not even the Great Dragon Prince Razamundo could tear or burn through it.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  Excellent attacker and defender​
  Siege attacker​
  Great swordsman​
  Tactician of war​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Cannot fight the unknown variables​
  Hardly a supersoldier​
  Lacks blessings​
  Vengeful​
  Lacking in range attacks​
• 
  Miscellaneous:
  
  Probably just the wind.​
  
  Version History
  
  12/24/2020 2304​
  Added version history and elaborated on the forged arcanum​
  
  Theme:
  
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[Lazaro1505]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER
• OTHER

• Name:
  
  “The name is Manfred von Richthofen, make sure not to forget it.”​
  Aliases:
  
  “Also known as the Red Baron, Pilot of the Ion class Titan”​
  Gender:
  
  “Male... what, you expected more from me?”​
  Species:
  
  “Human as the day I was born.”​
  Age:
  
  “I’ve been alive in this galaxy for 24 years...”​
  Face Claim:
  
  
  ​
  Role:
  
  Mercenary of the Apex Predators​
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• Personality:
  
  Manfred is what others would call a sociopathic individual, caring not for any of his allies or even close ‘friends’, hell, he sees them more as ‘tools’ to use until they eventually wear down and replace them with another one... the more useful ones he will try to keep alive for much longer, even helping them out, so long as he expects to be aided in return sooner or later down along the line. There are only two things that matter the most to Manfred, finding a way to make a living by acting as a mercenary and providing his aid to the highest bidder, no matter the morals or context of the situation... if it’s not outright stupid or insane. The second thing... is actually finding something to do in order to pass the time, whether it has a purpose or not... something to pass the time and keep him active, and has a anxiety that pops up when not doing something to keep his mind off things, and gets more paranoid of the people and things around him...​
  ​
  In combat, his sociopathic nature comes into full swing, no emotions are shed throughout the battle, especially if it’s a difficult battle, which requires him to be at the utmost attentive to his surroundings, and not focusing may result in death for him. He isn’t afraid of letting someone else take the bullet meant for him, friend or unwilling foe, but in his eyes, getting shot is something that would inhibit his ability to fight in battle, and he would rather up his chances of survival. Outside of combat or a serious situation, he seems to act as a rather childish individual, often acting as a very energetic individual, joking around with others, and usually giving out his words of ‘wisdom’ (which may or may not actually be some good advice), and generally being a battle lusting individual.​
  ​
  But, he stays with his job to the end, and is highly difficult to get him away from his original job, unless his life was shown to be at risk multiple times in succession, to which he would abandon that job in favor of his own life.​
  Motivation:
  
  “Well, I only got one purpose in life... well... two, and that’s finding the next big job with a good enough payout, and finding the next big thrill in battle.”​
  Alignment:
  
  Lawful Evil​
• Life Story:
  
  “Sorry.... but that’s some classified information you shouldn’t be knowing.”​
• Abilities:
  
  -Ninth generation Pilot:​
  “Regeneration is a mysterious process which certain Pilots may be invited to undergo. The exact process is not fully known, but the end result will "refresh" a Pilot's body, allowing them a number of combat enhancements to enhance the Pilot's rate at which they can learn and react to information. This process, however, comes at a large cost; the Pilot undergoing regeneration will lose some of their memory during the regeneration process, requiring them to learn skills or earn equipment again (presumably by having to re-train their skills on how to use specialised equipment such as weapons).”​
  ​
  Being a ninth generation Pilot, the Red Baron has superior combat reaction speeds as well as an increased rate of learning a subject, and is the second to last generation of Regeneration Pilot, right underneath the tenth generation, and while almost as effective as the tenth generation, the ninth still a force to be reckoned with, considering what they had to do in order to reach such generation and survive.​
  ​
  -Grapple Hook: A grapple hook like object is capable of being extended from underneath his right arm, connected to a rope system on the back of his waist, and reaches up to 75 feet when fully extended. It is capable of pulling the user quickly to its intended target, and allow them to continue on with their momentum such as wall running, and when attached to a non-stationary object, it will both pull the Pilot and object/creature to each other, before the Baron strikes said target with either their fists or kicks. It has two charges and takes 13 seconds to recharge one​
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  -Phase Shift: A ability that allows it user to enter the Phase dimension, for 5 seconds, the user is both invisible and invulnerable (unless one can also enter the Phase Dimension), and when activated, will leave behind a ghostly figure of the user that quickly dissipate. The downside is that not only the user is unable to interact with any living being with the Phase Dimension in any shape or form, but cannot see them as well, which can go badly if it leads to the user going into a trap after leaving a combat situation. But, if someone is directly in the point of exit when the ability drops of the Pilot, it will deal high amounts of damage to the opponent, even outright killing them from the inside if they are weak enough. But it only has one charge, and once gone, it takes about 25 seconds for a new one to be ready.​
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  ​
  Spoiler: Ion Class Atlas Titan: Lexis

  ​

  Laser-focused, Ion is all about power. With a central energy system that fuels all of her offensive and defensive abilities, Ion is an effective, tactical force on The Frontier.​

  ​

  A 22 feet tall mech like robot, it is covered in a series of warpaint, similar to that of the Triplane that the Red Baron had, having a series of multiple cameras on its body, the main one covered to its power cells, and the Titan is capable of working for high amounts of time. It contains only one physical entrance available due to the Pilot using phase embark to get into the Pilot seat, which is the top hatch of the Titan. It has a seal-tight hull, and is difficult to break open and throw something inside without any technological aid. Lexis, the name of the Titan, has its own personality, which is a curious individual who wishes to know more about the world it landed upon, especially since most of its data memory has been corrupted and forgotten most information that was considered ‘useless’. She is also polite and careful with any other individual, and always follows the three protocols considered universal to all Titans:​

  ​

  1. Link with Pilot​

  2. Uphold the mission​

  3. Protect the Pilot​

  
  

  ​

  -Splitter Rifle: A 40 magazine energy rifle, it is capable of rapidly firing balls of energy at any opponent in its path, both affecting its target with high amounts of plasma, as well as disintegrate opponent’s cells after killing them. It is also capable of splitting up in order to fire 3 instead of 1 at a single time, causing much more damage, at the cost of using up the energy within its storage.​

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  -Enhanced Vortex Shield: The Vortex Shield is a special ability equippable for Titans that allows them to stop enemy fire such as rockets and bullets in their tracks, and is able to send the projectiles right back to the enemy. This effect is most likely orchestrated by a series of powerful magnets in the hand​

  ​

  -Laser Shot: Shoulder-mounted, the Laser Shot fires a lethal beam that cuts through anything in its way. Using it will take will a little more than half of your energy. It does a moderate amount of damage, taking away about half an energy bar (almost a full on a critical) and will vaporize pilots instantly. If the titan ordnance button is held down, it will hold for a brief time before automatically firing.​

  ​

  -Tripwire: The Tripwire is a trio of laser triggered explosive mines. They are fired in an arc from the Titan. Any enemy that trips the laser between the mines will set off all three. They will use some energy when used.​

  ​

  -Laser Core:​

  The core begins with an animation where the Splitter Rifle is removed from the HUD, and 4 laser targeters come from the corners of your field of view. When they meet, the core commences. During this period movement speed/camera rotation is slowed and all abilities are inactive (However dash and eject are still enabled)
  
  When the core has begun, dash is unavailable , and a hitscan beam emits from the Ion's chest(around the sensor eye) which is capable of destroying any given Titan in a matter of seconds, and effectively bypassing most defensive abilities. Enemy players be able to see the beam and react, as Ion herself is fairly vulnerable to flanking and damage during the core.
  

  ​

  -Entangled Energy: With this ability, Non-split critical hits restore energy.​

  ​

  -Ion Titan hull, Regenerative energy shields, Energy core: The Titan hull is made out of two protective layers, one a energy shield like one, and another a more permanent and stronger hull. The metallic and permanent hull is made out of a strong and unknown metal, capable of withstanding normal caliber bullets with ease, and even handle weaker penetrating rounds. Unlike the energy shield, while it’s much more stronger, it is more permanent in its damage, and cannot be regenerated unless repaired manually out of a combat situation or a new battery is inserted, healing some damage, and if it’s a strong one, even bring it out of the doomed state. The shield is capable of protecting its weak points that the metallic hull cannot protect, and covers its entire body in a light blue glow. It absorbs any kinetic energy or other forms of energy and stops it from doing any real harm to the hull, but it is significantly much more weaker, and if too much damage is sustained, it will break down temporarily and leave the hull open for 17 seconds. Doomed State is the state that a Titan is put into, once its base health and shields have been removed. When a Titan is in Doomed State, the health bar is replaced with a striped black and yellow bar, signifying to the player of the Titan's health. External changes will also appear, with the Titan's chassis being shown as charred, on fire and badly damaged, the health bar will slowly erode over the course of several seconds, meaning the Pilot must eject immediately or die in their inevitable explosion. The Titan is also capable of dashing two times in a certain direction, which takes 8 seconds in order to recharge.​

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  ​
  Skills:
  
  -Battle hardened individual, knowing not only how to survive within a battle situation, and having a enhanced reaction speed, but also knows some basic tactics and taking advantage of weak points.​
  ​
  -Experienced mechanic, especially when repairing metallic objects or fixing electronics.​
  ​
  -Basic survival skills needed to survive the wilderness by himself.​
  ​
  -Usually have some experience with bartering, mostly with negotiating the price for hiring a merc such as himself.​
  Weapons:
  
  -R-201 Special Operations Assault Rifle: The R-201 Special Operations Assault Rifle (SOAR)[1] is a Pilot anti-personnel fully automatic assault rifle manufactured by Lastimosa Armory, serving as the successor to the R-101C Carbine and the predecessor to the R-301 Carbine. The design of the R-201 Assault Rifle is similar to its previous incarnation, but with a sleeker design and a grey finish. As a weapons platform, it is highly customizable with countless accessories and upgrades available. Replacement parts are easily printed with the simplest base materials and schematics are widely shared, making the R-201 a very popular weapon among Frontier Pilots. It has 32 rounds in each magazine.​
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  -M1901 Mastiff Combat Shotgun: The M1901 Mastiff Combat Shotgun is a Pilot anti-personnel energy semi-automatic shotgun.​
  The Mastiff can be considered easy to use, yet difficult to master. On one hand, it boasts several outstanding characteristics, such as low falloff, high range and damage, and (perhaps most uniquely), a completely flat spread.
  
  On the other hand, it is not without its drawbacks - a slight, yet noticeable travel time, a low magazine size of four rounds, and a delay between shots to compensate for the high recoil. It's possible to miss shots even at close range by forgetting to take travel time into account. It holds 3 rounds in reserve within the shotgun, and 1 inside the chamber of the shotgun.
  
  ​
  -Archer Heavy Rocket: The Archer Heavy Rocket, also known simply as the Archer, is an anti-Titan lock-on rocket launcher. The Archer Heavy Rocket launcher is a multi-role rocket launcher employed by infantry on the Frontier. It has several main firing modes - the primary of which requiring the user to acquire a single lock-on, before firing a self-guided missile that will then seek the locked target automatically. However, the launcher also supports dumb-fire[1] (firing the missile without need for a lock) and mortar fire modes,[2] for increased versatility in the field.​
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  -Smart Pistol MK6: The Smart Pistol MK6 is a Pilot anti-personnel pistol. The next generation in AI targeting technology comes in the form of the Lastimosa Armory Smart Pistol MK6. Upgrades from the MK5 include a reciprocating charging handle, frame integrated ammo counter, multi-function Laser Aiming Module (LAM), improved ergonomics, an integrated stand-off muzzle, as well as improvements to the targeting capabilities. The SP MK6 is the choice of deep cover operatives, most infamously used by the Advocates in clandestine assassination operations. It holds 12 rounds in a magazine, and is capable of locking onto any classified hostile.​
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  -Data Knife: The Data Knife is a tool used by Pilots. Visually, the Data Knife has had a small upgrade, with its LED screen being replaced with a holographic interface to allow for greater visibility. It is a small knife like object, that when stabbed into a electronic, opens up the circuitry within the handle, and is capable of hacking advance pieces of technology and allow it for the Pilot to control, such as robots or computers. It is still a sharp enough knife that it can cut through metal in order to reach the circuitry.​
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  -Gravity Star: A gravity star is a throwable weapon throwing-star shaped ordnance sticks into any surface. After a short delay, the grenade generates a blurry purple field around it which pulls in enemies and projectiles before exploding. The Gravity star is especially useful as it can gather multiple enemies and trap them for you to pick off, and the final explosion will finish off the strong ones.​
  Equipment:
  
  -Pilot Jump kit: Jump Kits are small jetpacks that are worn around the waist. They originated in the ship salvage industry—workers needed a way to quickly navigate through complex geometries with deadly drops and sheer vertical faces. Jump Kits provide a brief burst of thrust that is used to leap to higher locations. They also have a function that adjusts the deceleration on potentially fatal descents to safe levels, allowing Pilots to fall from great heights without injury.​
  
  Combat Titan Pilots have informally adapted Jump Kits to their own purposes for many years. The Jump Kit enables sustained wall running, improving Pilot maneuverability in combat situations against regular infantry and other Titans, and fall from great heights.
  
  ​
  -Phase Embark: It is used to Phase Shift quickly into and out of a Titan. It stops the hatch opening animation, speeding up the overall process.​
  Strengths:
  
  -Highly mobile when outside of mech, especially in urban environments with multiple objects to parkour off, or use his grappling hook on.​
  ​
  -Capable of piloting a mech with a wide array of powerful laser weaponry and capable of performing at a much higher level than that of a normal human, as well have a regenerating shield over its hull.​
  ​
  -Has higher durability and strength than the normal human being, as well as seemingly infinite ammo for not only his Titan’s weapons but his own as well.​
  Weaknesses:
  
  -Cannot fight to his fullest potential without his Ion Titan.​
  ​
  -Has difficultly facing against highly mobile targets when inside Titan, especially when they board the top of the mech, requiring him to exit in order to combat that threat.​
  ​
  -His Titan is unable to regenerate Hull damage, which is permanent and cannot be fixed unless out of combat and time is spent fixing the damage.​
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• Miscellaneous:
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  Theme:​
  
  
  

 

[Judge_Vulxray]

Name:
Midyiel

Aliases:
The Holy Archangel, Holy Healer, Divine Cleric

Gender:
Female

Species:
ArchAngel

Age:
Ageless

Role:
The Holy Archangel

Type:
New Summoned

Personality:
Midyiel is, by nature, a Lawful being, with being an Archangel. She is very passionate about keeping to the right path, never straying into the path of Sin and of abiding by the word of God. But she does tend to bend the word of God ever so slightly if it can fall under her needs at the time.

To heart, Midyiel cares about all living creatures that roam God's creation, being an Archangel and tasked with care over them and protecting them when the time calls. She acts almost Motherly/big Sisterly towards them and takes them under Wing and care. She is a soft-spoken individual who never raises her voice against another creature, despite how much it may pain her not to. But she always has enough room and kindness in her heart to care for those that need it.

That is until faced with a creature that doesn't abide by God's whims. Wherein she acts without remorse and compassion. Proceeding to hunt down and eliminate it as best and as thoroughly as she can, saying that "those that fall outside of God's devision shall merely perish".

Motivation:
To provide the world with care and to help in the eradication of Evil

D&D Alignment:
Lawful good

Weapon:
Her weapon of choice is either a two handed broadsword, or a spear, both weapons made of Angelic steel.

Baneslayer (Sword) - This sword was enchanted during the Great War by her God, causing it to do increased damage to those of Demonic Bloodline

Dawnbringer (Spear) - This spear was enchanted during the Great War by her God, it shoots out concentrated holy power in a beam that deals extra damage to those of Demonic Bloodline

Abilities:
Seal of the Archangels - This skill is an ultimatum, essentially only being useable as a last resort when she can't do anything else, she calls forth immense holy power and entraps her enemy in a prison of pure holy power, near neigh impenetrable, unless she loses concentration or is killed.
Divine Healing - using her Holy powers, she can heal almost any injury, aside from death itself, but it does take a toll on her mentality, physically draining her.
Telepath - being of divine creation, Midyiel has the ability to communicate mentally with other angelic beings, Or those receptive to divine power.

Bio:
Born as a servant of God in the Era of creation, Midyiel was tasked with the care and protection of His creations. This task she took to heart heavily, becoming a saint-like figure for all those under her care, becoming a Figure of protection. Her holy powers of healing, as well as her weapons gifted upon her, made her a force to be reckoned with. Especially when the Dark horde appeared.

Demonic monsters from the depths of Hell spilled forth from a Crack within the Ground. A never ending onslaught of evil cascading upon the land that had been nurtured for the last millennium. Midyiel fought with everything she had, using her powers to protect and defend the world that God had designed and crafted. And there she was for countless Millennia, watching creature after creature fall in the wake of the never ending onslaught. Her own brethren slain before her, and contact to her own creator Severed. Abandoned and alone, she stood for one final battle against an almost endless stream of Demons, ending an almost equal number of them, before being defeated in battle once and for all by an all powerful Royal Demon Lord.

Or so it would seem, for another God had looked over her in her final moments, and rescued her mere moments before her downfall, to abide by her bidding, in a task even more gruesome and difficult than where she had been moments before.

Skills:
First Aid - skills enough to fix broken bones and mend people even without her powers
Skilled in Combat - Sword and Spear
Flight
quick witted

Strengths:
Enhanced Strength and Durability
Sharpened reflexes
Heightened hearing and vision
Aero Manoeuvrability
Extreme hand-eye co-ordination

Weaknesses:
Her wings, while beautiful, are delicate and extremely fragile.
Midyiel has the misfortune of being an Empath, meaning that she feels the emotions of those around her
Due to her past, whenever she encounters a Demon, or those of Demonic heritage, she flies into a rage.

Equipment:
Midyiel is garbed in a white dress, as well as Golden armour (Wispweaver) forged from Angelic Steel, enchanted to protect and resist damage caused by fire, as well as increased durability (See above)
When not in use, she stores her weapons in the light, calling them forth when she needs them most.

Linvala (Shield) - Enchanted with Holy power, the shield grants protection from demonic attacks, acting as a deterrent for their kind, Gifted to her by a fallen brethren of hers, named in her honour.

Other:
Despite being Immortal and Ageless, she can be felled in Combat.
Her equipment are enchanted via the channelling of her Divine Power.
She still feels the pain of her fellow Brethren to this day.

Symbol:
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[Pseudo-nim]

Spoiler: Shelved

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Annie Vander (formerly Anixir Vaykor)​
  
  Aliases:
  
  Red Jester, Chaos Clown, Demon Lord of the Crimson Circus​
  
  Gender:
  
  Female​
  
  Species:
  
  Ascended Demon​
  
  Age:
  
  13,024​
  
  Written Description:
  
  5'5​
  
  Role:
  
  The Jester​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Annie proudly addresses herself as the Abyss' greatest ringmaster of her traveling circus. Since the time of her ascension to Demon Lord, she has become a Lord that enjoys to spread cheer and joy, even to the lesser lifeforms that occasionally enter her domain. She enjoys the simple joys of entertainment and showmanship, her circus and old domain evident by its always chaotic atmosphere. From mischievous surprises to the physical destruction of reality bent to her whims, she always wishes to spread laughter and joy across the cosmos. For many unfortunate souls, she is the kindest of her brethren for she wishes good health and happiness to her guests amidst the crawling abyss, but also the most dangerous, for she rarely ever wishes her guests to leave the Crimson Circus, at least not without spreading its existence. But she holds no malice for any lifeform, regardless of their morality, for she is simply an entertainer and self proclaimed entrepreneur. What she enjoys the most is the publicity and cheer of a crowd for the amazing infernal sights she has transformed into innocent spectacles.​
  ​
  Even so, as a demon raised in the Abyss, her personality can be a range of perverse hedonism, morbid sarcasm, and crude humor. Annie is a demon with an open mind, shaped by the multitude of interactions she gained with other races. In many ways, she's done what other Lords have not and extended herself to their domains to perform, letting her experience a plethora of different emotions, sights, and beings. A social butterfly with just that hint of cynicism and deprecation to make friends with just about any being. Many often forget that despite her appearance, she's still a Demon Lord, but she rarely ever needs to fall back into such a persona due to her natural skill to engage with others.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Find aspiring members for her troupe. Get a tour schedule started for her circus.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Chaotic Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  For eons, the infinite abyss has seen the rise and fall of many powerful demons. Depraved and sick, their desires for every sin and vice. Hedonistic and violent, the abyss was often a target of the holy realm, but rarely is it ever breached. Even if such a thing was possible, its endless darkness and concentration of chaos and evil can never be fully penetrated even by the most searing holy light. This was the origin of all evil, hate, and depravity. Yet even so, this was where a simple hedonistic demon grew in power. A being fed by the emotions of others slowly grew into who she is today. Annie Vander, formerly a chaos demon that simply fed upon the death and destruction of others, slowly overcame her savage and primal mind as her powers grew from her simple origin. Despite being born of the essence of evil and hate, her emotional absorption was considered to be an acquired taste for many abyssal lords, often discarded when their powers grew. For Annie, the sweet taste of the hedonistic pleasure around her had been her first taste towards the absorption of emotions.​
  ​
  But as her power grew, so did her palette. She wanted something less sweet, something heartier and savory. Savagery had the tang and sourness of lemonade, while hatred tasted of a bowl of salad with a light dressing. Despair and sadness tasted of ice cream or yogurt, depending on the intensity. But happiness was the sweet spot. It was like a hearty dinner meant to sate hunger after a long day. The type of flavor she had been craving for. She often found such things to happen when a mortal would pass by her domain and find that she had given them a way to escape the abyss in exchange for a taste of their emotions. A morsel in exchange for a life.​
  ​
  But as her cravings grew, so did her curiosity. All sorts of beings pass by her domain of chaos, but they never stay for too long, for in her benevolence, she would guide them as a demon who's sole purpose was to take a sliver of a mortal's happiness. And many times, races of different variety have their own flavor and intensity. This has led her to be curious of the mortal realms above the abyssal pit. Visiting the mortal planes were trivial for monsters of her caliber, and it was in these planes of existence that she had her first true feast. A circus, the humans had called it. To the young Annie, it was as if she had been rescued after rationing her food for hundreds of years, gifted with a feast for kings and gods.​
  ​
  With the vast control of her domain and power, she had transformed her layer of the abyss into a massive circus, meant to wow and provide amazing spectacles never before seen in the multiverse. For far too long, the higher realms have condemned her home a site meant to be destroyed, but even with her personality, she still finds her depraved pit of sin a home she could never hate. Instead, she captures the bottom savages and primal residents of the abyss to train and provide a show to a myriad of races that visit her. The abyss, after all, runs in a strong serve the weak mentality, and if these lowly monsters could not go against the Demon Lord of Entertainment, then they'll continue their servitude until death.​
  ​
  The worst devils to the purest angels, many across the multiverse who are capable of crossing the realms have watched her shows. The content was always catered to a theme that would be broadcast to any and all beings capable of joining. It was entertainment and her payment was always the joy she brought to her audience. She has since continued to travel across the infinite cosmos, ending up in Valucia after a mishap in creating a portal to her show in one of the more holy and divine parts of reality.​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Chaos Reality: Innate to Annie, her existence is random and wild. There is no guarantee that using a gesture will give the same effects twice. Waving her hand for a spell could one day produce a massive fireball on top of a town or randomize a population's species and gender. It is also an aura, so others who attempt to pursue something with a goal in mind will have their abilities twisted in strange ways. Powerful magical attacks may transform into harmless bubbles of jellyfish or healing magic may stitch the wounds of the injured with fairy dust rather holy light. Strength and speed may suddenly be reversed or nullified, minds could be switched. Demonic magic may spring from an angel's fingertips and vice versa. So long as people are within this area, their very existence is randomized, down to the imprints of their souls. Annie only loosely controls the reality itself, always moving the effects to be harmless or temporarily cosmetic to improve her audiences' experience when it comes to her shows. That said, when Chaos Reality becomes active instead of passive, the range of influence disappears to be molded by Annie's mind. Instead, it becomes a malleable area she can drape in any shape and form to exert her power, turning the harmless effects into a more lethal version, while also becoming stronger in its influence compared to the passive aura she emanates. Even with increased control in the area and change from entertainment to lethality, she still has little control in the effects within, only gaining a spec of information before the wild surge of reality activates.​
  ​
  Destabilization: Annie considers reality to be fragile and random. When actively utilizing her Chaos Reality, the world she's twisting becomes unstable from being forced to change. This causes tears in reality that can have unforeseen effects, such as tearing one way portals to other planes of existence or random, lingering effects of magic unrelated to the magic cast, or areas of reversed gravity. Not even she has the foresight to see what will be spawned should she decide to bend the rules of reality, but at the very least, she can snuff out the after effects trivially if she deems them annoying or dangerous to future audience members of her circus.​
  ​
  Demon Lord of Entertainment and Emotions: Annie has worked with the very depths of depravity and corruption, and it has molded her to be immune to mental influences. In addition, when attempting to read others, she can see their emotional state through the aura they produce. Eating this aura allows her to learn of a person's likes and dislikes with no side effects other than lessening that emotion, as she passively sucks it away, letting other emotions rise from it. Whether it be anger or happiness, she can never guess. When surrounded by a crowd, she can understand the emotions of everyone around her without having to glance at them. Rather, she absorbs their collective emotions and learns their interests. As someone whose calling is to bring relief and joy, her charisma is supernatural to pull the attention of several beings peer to her with trivial ease and lets her see what type of sights would wow her audience. However, in the past, she has forcibly sucked away every semblance of mortals until their very personality and mind was devoured. This transforms these victims into living, but mindless husks she can puppet to her will. Often times, other realms would send their criminals to her as tribute as she doesn't actively attack others, only passively absorb excess emotions.​
  ​
  Ringmaster of the Crimson Circus: She is never without the staff of the Crimson Circus. They are almost like a second entity within her. Always connected and waiting to be called by their Ringmaster, they tirelessly practice and rehearse to perfect their techniques. Some are a collective of criminals of every reality, creatures who have lost their rights to a personality and mind, judged by highest laws of reality and sent to become useful tools for Annie. The rest of the circus are a mixture of rare beasts and monsters trained personally by her, collected from the deepest layers of the abyss and volunteers who wished to add their talent to the circus. Accompanied by her two loyal servants that keep everything in perfect form, she can move to new realities without worries about finding her circus in disarray.​
  ​
  Spoiler: Lazarus

  Pre-show:During Show:The timid and focused Lazarus. Ever the obedient and hard working servant of Annie, he's proven to be immensely loyal to the Demon Lord after she had rescued him so many centuries ago from the throes of death and groomed him to what he is today. He acts as the head of staff and schedule planner before the performance, making sure that each talent is showcased for everyone to see. While Annie performs with the circus, he acts as the head of security alongside a retinue of werewolves and keeps the order so that the rest of the audience can enjoy the show.
  ​
  Spoiler: Akaris

  The talented and meticulous Akaris. Formerly an angel employed by Celestine's Grand Library, Akaris was absorbed by Annie's shows and has since been working under Annie as her recruiter and internal affairs manager. She is responsible for rehearsals for staff who aren't husks Annie puppets around, making sure those with the necessary skills can perform well. In addition, she is also tasked with making sure food and refreshment inventory is enough to provide for the amount of people Annie's shows bring in. When not rehearsing or doing inventory, she acts on behalf of Annie and seeks talent to add to the circus. The Crimson Circus prides itself in providing a variety of talents and acts, and Akaris often will try to recruit individuals, even for just a single show, if she deems their talent is necessary to add to their troupe.
  ​
  Chaos Archwizard: As one of the 12 Demon Lords, she has a mastery of abyssal and chaos magic, used to sow confusion and destruction wherever it is directed. For Annie, she has a particular affinity towards the cursed flames, also known as Necrofire in her reality. A particularly nasty variation of regular pyromancy and casted by the use of demonic blood as a catalyst, those burned are given the abyssal curse of weakness, weakening their resistance against magic and lowering their overall physical abilities and hand eye coordination. Until the curse is lifted specifically by magic meant to cure curses, regular healing magic will treat curse bearers as if they were undead, damaging and potentially killing them. If Necrofire is actively burning, the flames are protected by the abyssal curse, being only extinguishable after the flames themselves are removed of the curse, which results in people struck requiring two separate instances of cleansing for the curse to disappear. Her chaos magic is similar in scope with her aura, instead being manipulated by her intent rather than formulaic spell casting. This results in randomized spells and effects that can either fire off at her target or on herself. Luckily, she's heavily resistant in case her spells do backfire, mostly resulting in a puff of smoke or a cosmetic and superficial change to her appearance. Either way, she's gained an instinctual feeling of whether or not a spell will backfire or create something she can't plan for, but gambling with her magic had always been part of the fun.​
  ​
  ​
  
  Skills:
  
  Professional Entertainer: Experienced in a crowd, she creates spectacles of magic and mayhem to capture her audience's attention.​
  Charismatic Speaker: Innately capable of reading a room and people, she can grip the attention of people and persuade or influence them through words alone.​
  Quick Learner: New concepts and ideas are necessary to keep a circus interesting and evolving. Her learning capacity exceeds most mortal and immortal minds for the sake of increasing her skill set.​
  Artistic Virtuoso: When it comes to the arts, she held no rivals. From instruments and music to the artistry of drawing and poetry, she was a prodigy of all things that involved the subjective mind and creativity. Her skillset is vast, as would the personification of chaos and joy.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Forsaken Consequence: Personally crafted by the Lord of the Cosmic Forge and magically tuned to the Dimensional Chaos by Lady Acrine of the Rolling Tide, this staff is a symbol of power for Annie as it channels her magic several times over, allowing her to cast the same spell with special conditions and effects. This also amplifies the randomness of her spells, resulting in completely new spells being cast with her having no idea how it happened. Also a good grounding tool as she's often floating rather than being on the ground.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  Celestine's Bow Tie: A gift by the Holy Matriarch Celestine, it is a symbol of Annie's status as a welcome citizen of her Holy and Divine Empire. For her ability to bypass that Celestials and Demons cannot coexist, she is an honorary Celestial Citizen of the Empire. Despite being one of the 12 Demon Lords, this holy artifact shields her of divine retribution and infernal wrath, as she acts as the ambassador of both sides.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  Unpredictable and Hard to read: If she doesn't have any idea what she's doing, neither will her opponents.​
  Charismatic and Charming: she can pull others into her flow and easily string them along to her whims.​
  Powerful Empath and Mage: Annie's magic and malleable reality can be devastating in large areas, alongside with her ability to manipulate and eat emotions.​
  Incarnate of Disorder: Nothing is ever set in stone, and reality is no exception. Her very existence invites random events to happen around her, throwing a wrench in even the most meticulous plans.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  One track mind: Annie is considerably one of the smartest demons in the Abyss, but she isn't exactly versed in common sense or how she could use her powers for the better. She solely focuses on making her circus bigger and better, making her surprisingly easy to persuade if it involves her one true passion.​
  Fragile Constitution: She really can't take a hit and bruises easily.​
  Easily distracted: With the attention span of a squirrel, she has a tendency of moving from one subject to another by anything that seems new to her.​
  Unpredictable Magic: If her enemies don't know what she's up to, neither does she.​
• 
  Miscellaneous:
  
  Theme: ​
  
  
  Despite being 13 thousand years old, she only knows how to boil water when attempting to cook.​

 

[Solirus]

Name: Golem

Height: 9’4

Gender: ...

Species: Golem?

Age: ????

Type: New Summoned

Personality: In Passive mode Golem tends to be very calm and relaxed, helping mortals out with what they need, whether it be carrying supplies, helping build a store, taking care of a garden, etc. Golem tends to avoid helping mortals fight other mortals seeing it as quite unnecessary and interfering in a bad way. In passive mode however Golem keeps track of “Threats” and may sometimes decide to follow “Threats” higher up on the list. In active mode, Golem engages and fights the “Threat” that triggered the mode and other “Threats” who rank higher on the list. Golem is also capable of creating allies that it will personally protect even from certain mortals, but if mortals decide to attack Golem it will attempt to leave to preserve itself or fight back to then leave as its main goal isn’t to neutralize mortals, but “Threats” instead.

Motivation: Protect mortals from “Threats” and neutralize “Threats”

D&D Alignment: Neutral Good

Weapon: Unknown Energy

Abilities:

• Active Mode: When Golem detects a threat that falls under the conditions, it will begin channeling Unknown Energy. In this mode Golem is able to more clearly see souls
• Unknown Energy: Unknown Energy is reddish orange energy, able to be seen by the naked eye. It allows Golem to do many things as well as increasing many of its base attributes: massively increased Strength and power, increased speed, regeneration and self repair (Pieces will come together to fix themselves). Unknown energy can also be transformed into weapons and ranged attacks causing severe damage to “Threats” while being completely harmless to “Non-Threats”. However Golem doesn’t start out with much UE, it has to slowly build up UE making Golem still rather weak early, however the longer a fight goes on the more UE will be channeled and the more powerful Golem becomes. Unknown energy is also able to harm souls of “Threats” and slowly strip away any resistances they may and even immunities once a good amount of UE has been channeled, although it is temporary if “Threats” manage to get away.

“Threats:”

• Demons
• Undead (not Valucian Vampires though)
• Spirits with no physical body or within a physical body that isn’t there’s
• Holy beings
• Divine beings
• Eldritch beings
• Mortals capable of using magic or powers related to the previous “Threats” mentioned in the list or Mortals who have been blessed by “Threats”

The “Threat” Rankings:

1. Neutralize on sight
2. Stalk but Neutralize when “Threat” acts unaccordingly
3. “Threat” is passive, search for other “Threats”
4. “Threat” is controlled by “Non-Threats”
5. Neutralized “Threat”

Bio:

“... And there we go, finally you’re finished… now you only need a name… but I don’t know what to call you… I know I shall call you SLA-”

“Golem!”

“What no!, that’s a dumb name for such a masterpiece-”

“Golem”

“Ugh, look what you’ve done, now it’s going to only recognize the name Golem… thanks a lot smartass”

“No problem sis”

“Gosh you’re so annoying, I amaze myself at how much I can tolerate you, but it’s also thanks to you that… Golem is now a possibility”

“Hey, I only helped in certain parts, you did basically the important parts”

“Yeah… I guess, anyways with Golem we will be able to take back our home, we’ll be able to see our parents again and bring back the world to its former glory… ”

“Hey… isn’t it missing something?”

“What do you mean?”

“You see here? It doesn’t look right… ”

“Oh shit, you’re right… hold on, I’m going to have to touch that up, once we fully activate Golem it’s impossible to change or fix anything”

“Yeah good thing I pointed it out huh?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever… Just sit tight and I’ll have this fixed in a jiffy”

“Heh… a Jiffy, you sure come up with the strangest words sometimes...”

“And you come up with the strangest names”

“Ahaha that’s true!”

“Well now shut up… I need full focus on this”

“Sure, whatever you say sis”

…

Skills:

• Adaptable
• Quick to learn especially in combat

Strengths:

• Extremely effective and powerful against “Threats” if given enough time
• Able to create techniques against “Threats” increasing its versatility

Weaknesses:

• Very vulnerable and weak against “Non-Threats”
• Takes some time to channel it’s UE

Equipment:

• Currently carrying nothing

Other:

• Channeling Unknown Energy is determined by the proximity of a “Threat”, the quantity of them, and the power of each “Threat”
• Once a “Threat” is neutralized or it escapes, Unknown Energy will rapidly dissipate and leave.
• Golem can see souls very clearly, one of the main ways to determine “Threats”
• Without channeling any UE energy or in base form, Golem is able to lift up a total of up to 20 tons. The material Golem is made of is unidentifiable but it shares many similarities with steel or titanium with the main difference being it toughens up and restores itself when exposed to UE. When Golem does not have any UE channeled it's movements are sluggish while also not being the fastest, this changes when enough UE is channeled. Golem is not resistant to magic but becuase it is a sort of construct it is immune to certain types of magic or conditions (Poison, curses, etc.)

Passive Theme:

Activated Theme:

 

[Lazaro1505]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• Name:
  
  Abelgard Müller​
  Aliases:
  
  The German Flame Trooper​
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  Species:
  
  Human​
  Age:
  
  34​
  Written Description:
  
  Stands at the height of 6’10’, a tall individual for a German, and seems to show a athletic build, even when covered by all of the equipment and restricting clothing of the Flametroopers. Not much else of interest are on his body due to his clothing covering his entire body.​
  Role:
  
  The Flametrooper of German descent​
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• Personality:
  
  Abelgard has no regard for the lives he has taken with each pull of the trigger.... if he has to add a few more sins to his list.... it wouldn’t matter anymore, considering all would go to hell to those participating in the Great War. To him, there is no white or black in the world... just more bodies to fill the streets with each conflict humanity has amongst each other, fighting and killing each other, even the innocents or clueless within war without any mercy. He wants to see that change... he wants to spare the innocent from the cruel nature of war, and allow the beasts to fight amongst themselves till none are left, and cares greatly for those left under his care, and often, if they die in his care, his emotions would overwhelm him and what happens from there is unknown. PTSD has changed his views upon life, seeing it in more of a pessimist and dark humor like way in order to cope with it... his nightmares of his previous battles plaguing his mind, Abelgard even questioning his own sanity at times and wonders if he is still experiencing things, or in a state of purgatory and everything being nothing but an illusion.​
  ​
  Illusion or not, sparing these people of their pain is something he wants to gift to them, something he could never truly gain... and maybe give them a future of peace where humanity doesn’t have to fight amongst each other. After all, not much left to put his own life into... so might as well suffer by helping others survive and have a chance at life.​
  Motivation:
  
  Sparing the innocents of civilians and unwilling soldiers from the horrors of war, and protecting them with tooth and nail till his last breath.... and no country or kingdom would stop him from achieving this goal....​
  Alignment:
  
  True Neutral​
• Life Story:
  
  “My dear Marie... today is the day that I will be deployed as the few Flame-Troopers within my division... this will finally be the day, after years of being within the military, I will be first sent into combat for the Great War, and being enlisted into the elite Flame-Troopers as well. I wish you could come and see me now, the man you married for years and his enthusiasm to fight for his country... there is only so much that I could write to you by this letter. But don’t worry my dear, I will make sure to win this war along with my fellow men... just so that I could see that beautiful face of yours again. I will be sent with my fellow men to France to combat the British, French, and Americans from there... And till we meet again, my dear love.”​
  -From: Abelgard Müller​
  ​
  “To my dear Marie... the first battle my division had been deployed into.... was something I never have thought of. Of course, I know that war is something that doesn’t have any true heroes due to the perspective of either side.... what I seen seemed to be, more cruel than what I have originally thought. The first half of our division was sent forth in a charge out of our trenches to combat the enemy... and thankfully, we weren’t needed as the battle was won from our side, the enemy running with their tails between their legs and the wounded in their arms back to their lines in order to reorganize. I was glad for this to happen... but seeing not only my fellow division, but also from other divisions walk back into friendly territory... was a saddening sight indeed. The wounded being carried by the more healthy... harboring different kinds of wounds and a variety of conditions were bad.... but also the seemingly healthy in the body, but broken within the mind. They acted in different other ways... some unresponsive to our words and instead... staring off into the heavens above, or crying out to the air above for their loved ones.... this made me thought of something... was this also happening for the other side as well? Did they too experience the same chaos that had befallen our own soldiers and turn them from the once proud and courageous soldiers into the broken men I saw with my own eyes. Sorry, I have written too much and running out of paper here... I wish to return home soon.. and I know you want me to return as well my dear, I will do everything it takes so that I can come back to my family.”​
  -From Abelgard Müller​
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  “Marie.... with each day that I spend active on the field.... each week I sleep within my sleeping bag inside my tent... I fear that a piece of my own sanity is taking with the many soldiers that have died on our side... with each body and name tag carried back to our lines to later be buried at their home.... their grave being that of not being with their loved ones, given peace and tranquillity at a old age.... no, they have died at a young age, without any warning such as a raging fire.... a once active and burning passion... snuffed away with the slight led bit of resistance. And I had seen underneath the false disguise of the ‘Great War’... ‘The war to end all wars’... like many others who were finally sent to the field the first time. Let me tell you... it was like walking in hell’s lands itself... except, instead of the eternal suffering of innocent souls being done by the demonic creature of hell.... we were the demons and innocents at the same time... fighting amongst our fellow brethren with new war machines and weapons that.... cause more death and destruction than I have ever seen. The anger and fury of a soldier held to the enemy, beating them to death with even the most crude of methods... even by choking them to death or slamming a large rock into their skull.... I thought humanity has gone far away from its violent past... and the pained cries I hear in the air... either by the wounded, dying, or mentally broken filled the air like the fury filled screams of hatred. I heard some of our men on those fields, either snuffed out with a single shot to the head, or squirming on the floor near me... crying out in agony for their suffering to be gone, or crying out for their mothers and fathers.... and I believe the enemy has done so too, crying like we had, fighting as hard as we did... and suffering as much as we did. Did we stray so far into our fantasizing of becoming a hero to our people that fought in a war to end all wars... and become so cruel... that killing someone was the only true way to end an individual’s suffering. And it gets worse with the ‘victims’ I had killed.... the screams of surprise and pure death echoed within my mind, seeing their bodies flailing around in order to fruitlessly put out the flames before eventually succumbing to their wounds, but it was how long how they stayed alive while covered in flames, made even me sad for the enemy, seeing what they had to suffer through, yet, still being alive to continue on with my duties. But as soon as I arrived to the field, we were forced to retreat back to our lines... to wait for reinforcements to try again another day... this time... I didn’t get any sleep that night, their faces of pure horror burned straight into my mind, and the sins I have gained for participating in this war washed over me. I just wish for this to be over.... I want to... but I’m forced to fight or else be stranded here far from home considering my value.... sometimes... I wish that a stray bullet would hit its mark... and give me peace and quietness in the afterlife... but no, I’m doing it for not only you Marie... but my son as well... I will holdfast and try to return home.... no matter the cost.”​
  -Abelgard Müller​
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  “This was day.... I can’t seem to handle it anymore.... the guilt of what I had done today carries over even after trying everything to drown out my thoughts of it... alcohol didn’t work... smoking, even watching the stars in the sky wouldn’t help me as I always remember.... no matter what I do anymore.... the sins I have done made me unable to be redeemed... and will be sent to hell as of a result for my crimes. It was like the first day of combat.... the screams of death, fury, and agony filled the air like any other, this time, instead of fighting within No-man’s land, we had managed to reach a small town that the enemy was guarding. We marched into the town, destroying both foe and property alike, clearing building after building. But one in particular... was the final straw.... we were clearing a small two story house, didn’t seem much different by the others, but when opening a door, one of my fellow soldiers was shot and killed by someone inside. We quickly regrouped away from the door, as I was sent in to clear the room, opening the door with haste and burning the occupants inside the room... but it was the screams of pain.... the agony of innocents much different than that of an soldier I would face reached my ear... and that’s when the sudden realization of my crimes has reached me. After the flames quickly disappeared, what was left burned whatever sanity I had left... as I was left with the gruesome sight of a now dead mother.... a revolver in her right hand as her two children were sitting next to her, suffering the same fate as the mother, their lives haven’t possibly even reached the double digits yet... and this is what truly taught me of what our fellow men would do if our primal instinct overruled our own capability for empathy and thought. At first.... I tried to reject it as it not being my fault due to the circumstances... but the more I thought about it.... the more I blamed myself for ending three innocent lives.... and began blaming myself for everything that is happening in my life. If you received this message Marie.... I am likely not alive anymore... possibly dead in combat or by my own hand... I am sorry for what I have done... I hoped that you could forgive me for my sins.... and now, I remind myself... if I was a hero.... I wouldn’t even be here.”​
  -Abelgard Müller, his last letter​
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• Abilities:
  
  -Slightly stronger than average body: Abelgard is slightly stronger than the average soldier in combat and strength wise, capable of using his club to cave in skills of his opponent... as well as able to carry the body weight of the average human in his arms, but other than that, a mortal compared to the others.​
  Skills:
  
  -Skilled in Guerilla tactics​
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  -Knowledgeable on using his own tools to the best effect​
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  -Capable of keeping his cool in dire situations.​
  Weapons:
  
  -Wex:​
  The Wechselapparat M1917, also known as the Wex, was a lightweight flamethrower developed from the Kleinflammenwerfer M.16
  ("Kleif"). It was, along with several other flamethrowers of the era, developed by Richard Fiedler, as early as 1901. Fiedler's designs were formative to flamethrower technology and analogous designs remained in use for many years.[1] An exchange apparatus
  (wechselapparat) was fitted between its central compressed air tank and the outer ring fuel tank, a weight-saving improvement over the heavier Kleif that operated from a single tank. It also uses the same ignition system as the Kleif (a magnesium ignitor system). Capable of firing a highly flammable and sticky liquid up to 60 feet away, it burns away at the objects it sticks to, burning into their flesh, and while seems like it has an indefinite amount of fuel, it could only fire for 15 seconds at one time before going into a cooldown state.
  
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  -Metal Club: A club like weapon, it seems to be extremely durable weapon, and is strong enough to crush the bone of a normal human individual, not much else is special about this weapon.​
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  -3 Incendiary grenade: A series of grenades that act as a much more portable and quicker form of the Wex, covering the ground 5 feet after exploding, everything being in a series of flames that sticks to the ground or people for a couple of seconds.​
  Equipment:
  
  -Flametruppen clothing: Being completely covered in fire resistant clothing, he is immune to the effects of fire or heat based attacks, as well as it offering some protection against projectile based weaponry, acting as a form of armor against them. He also wears a gas mask that protects him from any form of gas based chemical within the air such as Mustard gas or any other form of dangerous gas like substance.​
  Strengths:
  
  -Not only capable of covering the field in highly flammable liquid to not only set fire to foes, but also sticks onto their bodies and stay on fire for much longer, being able to control the battlefield itself with his flammenwerfer and fire grenades.​
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  -Wears body armor over all of his body that reduces the amount of damage that affects his body, as well as make him invulnerable to all fire or heat based attacks... his suit protecting his body from it.​
  Weaknesses:
  
  -The restricting suit and limited vision from the gas mask makes him a slow individual, and can also make him overlook things without any thought and requires him to use much more effort to see them closely.​
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  -His fire based weaponry and club require opponents to be in a rather close range in order to be used at the best effect... and anyone else further away would put him at their mercy.​
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[StaidFoal]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  One / John A. Smith​
  Two / John B. Smith​
  
  Aliases:
  
  The Men in Black​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Human​
  
  Age:
  
  40​
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  Written Description:
  
  They wear a neatly tailored black suit and black hat, are bald with no eyebrows or eyelashes, and have smooth, dead-white plastic skin like a doll. They are expressionless, cold, and have identical faces. Each MiB stands at around 6' (182 cm) high.​
  
  Role:
  
  The Cleaners​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  The Men in Black are expressionless and bound to duty encoded in their minds: to uphold the laws of nature and restrain any and all abnormalities that threaten such. However, the rule has changed with Virtue's summoning. Aside from their forever bound duty, John Smith(s) would be willing to accept help after due consideration, even if said ally is extraterrestrial or abnormal. They work together in perfect sync and coordination, only saying what needs to be said. They are blunt with their words and thoughts and view everything with a hint of skepticism.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Restrain "abnormalities" and run the world as a hidden hand.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Lawful Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  MK-Ultra was a top-secret CIA project in which the agency conducted hundreds of clandestine experiments—sometimes on unwitting U.S. citizens—to assess the potential use of LSD and other drugs for mind control, information gathering, and psychological torture. Though Project MK-Ultra lasted from 1953 until about 1973, details of the illicit program didn’t become public until 1975, during a congressional investigation into widespread illegal CIA activities within the United States and around the world.​
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  The program involved more than 150 human experiments involving psychedelic drugs, paralytics, and electroshock therapy. Sometimes the test subjects knew they were taking part in a study—but at other times, they had no idea, even when the hallucinogens started taking effect. Many of the tests were conducted at universities, hospitals or prisons in the United States and Canada. Most of these took place between 1953 and 1964, but it’s not clear how many people were involved in the tests—the agency kept notoriously poor records and destroyed most MK-Ultra documents when the program was officially halted in 1973.​
  ​
  But among the many test subjects, one of them was of successful and infamous use. Under the pseudonym "John A. Smith," a lonesome man in his 40s, rose the CIA's first accomplishment in MK-Ultra. He was assigned simply as "One," when conversing with CIA agents. His brain was rewired and implanted with instructions and code. He was obedient to his superiors, retaining knowledge at a more consistent rate and rendered robotic. It wouldn't be until a few months later when he was transported to CIA headquarters that the agency took to modifying his body, making John Smith more durable than your average person, yet maintaining the body's shape.​
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  The CIA taught him everything, from close quarters combat to marksmanship. They found that their brainwashed subject quickly surpassed their top field agents in reflexes, accuracy, and sparring matches. It was the perfect weapon. At the same time, the CIA was experimenting with cloning technology. To have a capable agent be multiplied was a goal of the agency, especially with the looming threat of Russians. They took a sample of One's DNA to be stored for future experimentation, but it would take years for the cloning project to bear fruit.​
  ​
  In 1962, when America launched the first man into space, the CIA delved into the astronaut Glenn's account of an anomaly, only shared within the government. There was nothing concrete on their theories, but the agency had their suspicions. This would be the first time they suspected there to be life in outer space.​
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  In 1969, America laid foot on the moon. Supposedly, at least. While Apollo 11 did land on the moon, there were no astronauts on board. The supposed spacemen were actually at the agency's film set, playing it out for national television. The real Apollo 11 was meant to investigate Glenn's reported anomaly, scathing the lunar surface to confirm the CIA's suspicions. Lo and behold, through the cameras on the spacecraft, came undeniable proof of their existence. The existence of extraterrestrials: gray, tentacled monsters that attacked anything foreign. Of the audience watching, 80% succumb to hysteria. Among the agents watching the footage was One, who by this time took to donning his now signature black suit and hat.​
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  Much to the government's horror, however, they quickly learned that sending shuttles into space to assert the existence of aliens had left a path for them to follow. A reason for the extraterrestrials to investigate the neighboring planet of blue and green. The first incident sprang up in 1971, where a house out in the woods of Texas began broadcasting peculiar signals. The residents who lived there hadn't been seen for two months, but their house's lights would shine through the windows now and then. There'd be a putrid smell around the property, as if someone had left buckets of mashed fish in the land. The CIA only stepped in due to the radio signals originating from the cabin.​
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  Agent One was dispatched because of the case's eccentric nature alongside the newest addition to the CIA: an agent known as "Two." He was a carbon copy of One in every aspect, and upon their first meeting, they wordlessly hopped in the car to drive to the isolated house. What the agents found in the house would have horrified even the hardiest of veterans. The house was slathered in pink and translucent slime; its residents melted into the same mushy substance, leaving only tattered clothes and their nails intact. Crawling down from the stairs was an oozing creature, pale and maggot-shaped. The first official sighting of an extraterrestrial within earth... subjugated in only a few hours. The agents quickly discovered that high pitches of noise killed the slimy alien, putting an end to it and mopping up the corpse before it was even close to a public street.​
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  CIA agents blocked off the residence, claiming a mass leak of explosive gas around the property. The very sight of the deceased alien brought dozens of agents to nausea. In the end, it was up to One and Two to haul the cadaver away for dissection and study. After reporting back to headquarters, the now called "Men in Black" were dutifully awarded, while the suits above demanded that the cloning device be readied for mass production of John Smith.​
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  By 1973, MK-Ultra was put to an end, but the cloning still went on. The Men in Black was an official branch in the CIA, tasked with "dealing" with aliens for the safety of all humanity. The branch would get several futuristic tools and weaponry at their disposal. The first MiB, One, was entrusted with a metal, folded cube. It was another cloning device, modified to be able to fit in One's pocket and to be used in case of worldly destruction or any other major error. Once placed down, it would unfold into its usual size and begin producing more John Smiths, anchored in its place.​
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  Decades from then, the MiB would continue to be of service... Right until the inevitable end of planet earth, where One and Two would find themselves elsewhere...​
• 
  Skills:
  
  Enhanced Genes - The MiB can take more punishment than average people and excel further in intellectual capabilities.​
  Swift Adaptability - Should a situation change, they are more than ready to adapt and counter said change.​
  Excelled CQC Fighters - Self-explanatory. If caught in close quarters, the MiB are mastered in many martial arts to defend themselves.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  John A. Smith​
  CEL Meson Gun Mk III: A basic laser SMG at first glance, the Concentrated Elemental Laser Meson Gun Mark III, simply known as the Meson Gun, is a MiB's signature weapon. Complete with an identification feature to ensure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands (it electrocutes strangers who grab it), the Meson Gun can shoot blankets of dense, spherical proton projectiles that travel as fast as bullets. With the twist of a knob, the projectiles are enhanced with a different element meant to counter the extraterrestrial they face, whether it be weak to fire, water, ice, or electricity. It does not have limited ammo, but will overheat after repeated use. There is, however, an explosive option that is limited. It makes the next 30 shots miniature explosive rounds that detonate shortly after impact and stick to surfaces. It can only be activated 3 times before needing to recharge at an MiB weapon station.​
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  LRD Tracking Pistol: The Long-Range Dart Tracking Pistol is a basic asset. With 12 darts in store, the Tracking Pistol needs to be reloaded at a MiB weapon station. The pistol comes with a scope telling of distance and trajectory depending on where it's aimed and can shoot a dart up to a mile. Once the dart sticks, it sends a signal every half an hour to every MiB, tingling their minds and letting them know what direction the target is at. If the dart is pulled out and thrown on the ground, it will deactivate.​
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  John B. Smith​
  Long-Range Prototype CHL Rifle: The Long-Range Prototype Concentrated Heat Laser Rifle is an advanced sniper rifle which is to be disassembled and reassembled for transportation in a briefcase. The scope automatically adjusts, giving accurate readings and numbers to the user. After holding the trigger, it shoots a straight blue laser bolt that travels at instant speeds, subjecting the target to immense heat that will burn through most material. Its secondary fire option is a stun beam that will paralyze the target for 5 minutes. However, as a prototype, it is far from perfect. After one shot, the rifle will need to cool down for at least 30 minutes before another shot. While charging up a shot, it is exceedingly bright and takes a minute to fully charge, able to be seen from miles away. Any interruption to the charging will reset the whole process.​
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  ECC Knife: The Extendable Close-Combat Knife is a basic combat knife. At the flip of a switch, however, the blade is replaced by a longer laser rod, able to melt and cut through most material.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  John A. Smith​
  Deployable Cloning Machine - Currently consolidated in the tiny confines of a cube in his pocket, it is a cloning machine meant for more MiB production. It was given to One in case of emergency, and being summoned to Valucia certainly constitutes as one. Upon being laid on the ground, it will grow and transform into a massive machine and cannot be moved afterwards.​
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  Gravity Boots - Allows the MiB to walk on any surface, wall, or ceiling without falling by changing the gravitic direction of their feet.​
  ​
  John B. Smith​
  Briefcase - A simple briefcase to store his CHL Rifle​
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  Gravity Boots - Allows the MiB to walk on any surface, wall, or ceiling without falling by changing the gravitic direction of their feet.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  -The MiB work together in perfect coordination and sync, designed to be perfect agents.​
  -They are all exactly identical with each other, so finding a specific one would be a nigh impossible task.​
  -Unless they die, they always try to see their tasks through to the end.​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  -The MiB are still mushy humans and will die like one, just able to take more punishment than usual.​
  -Rely on the cloning machine to continue thriving.​
  -Need their technology to do any real work.​
  -If their tech is destroyed, they need their weapon station at their base to get it back.​
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  Miscellaneous:
  
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[Remembrance]

• BASICS
• PERSONA
• BIOGRAPHY
• REPERTOIRE
• OTHER

• 
  Name:
  
  Rian Tabaal-Nosso​
  
  Gender:
  
  Male​
  
  Species:
  
  Vampire of the Nosso Bloodline​
  
  Age:
  
  2,784​
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  Written Description
  
  Wearing a tailored striped suit, Rian stands at a rather short 6 foot and 5 inches of height. He's rather lean and carries himself with a firm posture. His eyes are artificially red after his transition and his hair is a dullish light grey.​
  
  Role:
  
  The Hunter of Another Lineage​
  
  Type:
  
  New Summoned​
• 
  Personality:
  
  Rian is generally a very kind, genial, and respectful man. He opens doors for others and allows their entrance before his. He's social and personable; capable of making acquaintances with people while keeping himself an arm's length away in terms of trust and knowledge. He prefers himself a secret and is hard to trust those he doesn't know. Rian relies much on his gut feeling and instinct to determine his actions. It's his best ally. Though he is capable of trust, it must be earned and when it is, it stands absolute unless one would lose his trust.​
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  All of this is not to say that Rian is a great person or that he would be a wonderful ally to have, but instead how he presents himself on a surface level. Overall, he is out for himself. Rian doesn't care whether or not his acquaintances die, for as long as they assisted him in some matter he could not do alone, they were useful and their time as a useful being has run dry. He sees the people he interacts with as cogs in a grand machine and him the lever and first cog to start it all. Rian has been known to keep himself calm under intense pressure and has the patience to wait any amount of time he must in order to accomplish what he needs to do.​
  
  Motivation:
  
  Survival.​
  
  Alignment:
  
  Neutral Good but mostly True Neutral​
• 
  Life Story:
  
  Born to an insignificant family, when Rian reached marrying age, he was wedded with a young lady of peculiar descent.​
  ​
  This young lady was named Alasa De'burto, a woman of Eranian descent but she was not from the grand capital or any of its famous cities. She was instead from the south of Erania, a forgotten land that was once waged in tribal wars. His life with Alasa was peculiar, he had not known where she was most of the time except when she would make her return from whatever travels she committed herself to.​
  (okay ill get to this backstory later , i just want this posted tbh)​
• 
  Abilities:
  
  Of the Nosso Bloodline​
  Rian is apart of the Nosso bloodline; a unique lineage of vampires of which he is the progenitor. Being the progenitor of a bloodline grants him no real advantage compared to his children except in age and experience. The Nosso bloodline is unique in a few ways, the most notable of which being that they have retained their souls after they have been turned. As such, they can see their reflection and those with the ability to interact with souls are capable of doing so with them. They are also not considered undead; having their soul still intact. This means for one to sire a vampire in this lineage, they must not kill the child so that the transition does not fail. If the child dies during the process, it fails and they stay dead. The Nosso lineage has one other unique quirk. The ability to absorb the dead to rejuvenate/heal and energize themselves. The more they consume, the stronger they become. Nosso vampires gain 50% of their victim's physical ability and gain nothing else. This energy is temporary but if the meal is considerably stronger than the vampire, that energy has a 10% chance to stay permanently. When absorbing a deceased body, a Nosso vampire's eyes become red forming a cross that stretches to all sides of their iris.​
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  Nosso Physiology​
  Vampires of the Nosso lineage still have the normal vampiric package with a few additions. They still thirst for blood and consumption of humans, though this is taken care of with their unique ability. They still retain the enhanced physical ability, enhanced healing factor, and the enhanced senses of a normal vampire; they are able to lift approximately 2,500 pounds of weight and run 80 miles per hour at full speed with high acceleration; often running faster than the human eye can see. They still burn in the sunlight and must still be invited to private residences under the invitation of the proper owner. This rule requires lots to be discussed pertaining to the matter. The invitation must be extended orally. A written invitation or other forms of communication are not valid ways to extend an invitation. Vampires of any lineage can bypass this by killing the owner or leveling the residence as the invitation rule stands absolute unless the owner is deceased or the residence ceases to stand. This barrier is absolute and there is no possible way to bypass it without using the methods above. If the ownership of the house that the vampire has been given an invitation to changes; the invitation is revoked. If the vampire is present within that building, they forced out or pulled out by an invisible force. Like any run of the mill vampire, Nosso's can compel mortals of a low mental fortitude by making eye contact to do their bidding and understand the intentions behind their words and carry them out to the best of their ability, sometimes beyond their normal capacity as a mortal. Vampires cannot compel those under the influence of another vampire or spirit. Other than that, vampires of the Nosso bloodline have fangs and retractable claws made of gold though they are much stronger and resilient than gold itself.​
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  The Eyes of Comprehension​
  A power Rian was born with, these eyes are what sets him apart from those he has sired. This pair of eyes analyzes everything within view when activated. This cannot happen without a caveat of course. Analyzing everything in eyesight is far too much for what could be considered a normal mortal's brain and as such, using it briefly or for long stretches of time is detrimental to Rian's health as it could cause him to blackout or develop any other symptoms. For this to be effective, Rian must focus so that he is not distracted or overwhelmed as the power comes with a drive of curiosity and an obsession with knowledge when used. Focusing on different objects/people yields differing results as much of what he gains from analyzing is inferred not only by what's near it but what he already knows. With objects, he can tell what material they could be made out of and an estimate of how durable and strong they are. If they contain some enchantment, he may be able to analyze that but he has yet to do so and test it. With people, he's able to see past their skin and into their muscles. He can tell weaknesses and strengths by taking a few second glances at anybody with utter focus. This particularly helps with choosing victims to absorb so that he may effectively energize himself.​
  
  Skills:
  
  Years as the Apex Predator​
  Rian has been alive for a long time, far too long. Rian has many years of stalking his prey and manipulating the minds of the weak and using them to his own ends. He, in his own world, considered himself the apex predator and none could compare to his skill and ability. Not to mention his active hobby in which he sought out those who were his peers and slaughtered them with no mercy; even when the odds weren't in his favor, he could still find a way to persevere and win.​
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  Medical Expertise​
  Being a vampire comes with very few perks and when a minion of his is harmed, he cannot sit idly by and watch it bleed out. As such, he's considerably talented with bandages and wrappings. He lacks knowledge of more advanced healing techniques and medical practices but in some different reality, perhaps he could've been a doctor.​
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  A Gray Man​
  Rian has near mastered the skill of blending himself with a crowd and making himself almost unnoticeable. He uses this to assimilate himself with people and the populace; most of the time it's not for nefarious purposes but instead to escape to a simpler life.​
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  Knowledge of Those Who Would See Him Dead​
  After being hunted and chased around his original world five times in a row, he's gained a skill that allows him to weed out those who follow him and determine if he has a stalker. He's gained an almost impressive memory for faces and voices so that he may be more attuned to the people who would see a stake driven into his heart.​
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  Knowledge of His Ilk​
  Rian became a hunter after his wife turned and his own child murdered at the hands of a different lineage. He's gained a surprising knowledge of how to harm his own kind and draw them out from the shadows of which they fester within.​
  
  Weapons:
  
  Spears, staffs, stakes, crossbows, and himself.​
  
  Equipment:
  
  Bottles of Divinity​
  Glass vials filled to the brim with holy water. The water has been enchanted by priests and those of holy origin to do great harm to those of demonic origin. This works doubly with those of an evil alignment, though the damage is lessened considerably.​
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  The Legendary Crossbow (and it's manual)​
  Rian has been known to use a crossbow for most of his excellent life and it's gained notoriety in his world. The crossbow can shoot up to 80 yards away and almost never misses its mark. The crossbow has an infinite amount of bolts that appear when the string is drawn and loaded. This legendary weapon also contains its manual in a compartment to the side of its base.​
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  The Iron Crosses of Blackrock​
  From his home kingdom, these iron swords were used by the 2nd Hero Carius during the various vampiric insurrections. Rian stole the pair of swords from the Imperial Lockage after Carius died. The Iron Crosses are made of black iron; a material known for its longevity and durability. The swords are enchanted to change length in accordance with the wielder's will if the cross has blood to use to extend. When a vampire is pierced using these weapons, their body is engulfed with blue flames and their death is instant but their body preserved. This works hand-in-hand with demonic beings but the sword must stay within their body for an extended period of time for their death to be official.​
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  Bracelet of Moonlight​
  Fashioned and forged by the Moon Cult, this bracelet resembles a prisoner's shackle and is rather tightly wrapped around Rian's wrist. The bracelet prevents his natural detritus of burning in sunlight. For as long as the bracelet is on his person, it's effect is active. Should it leave, he becomes vulnerable to sunlight and its harsh rays.​
  
  Strengths:
  
  Excellent crowd control​
  Great at causing dissent within military parties​
  Expert hunter​
  Wonderful shot and combatant​
  
  Weaknesses:
  
  Decapitation, staking, many forms of death are still present​
  Can't keep his eyes active for long​
  Weak to holy and divine objects/people​
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  Miscellaneous:
  
  N/A​
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  Version History:
  
  12/4/20 21:30​
  Added higher speed and enhanced senses.​
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  12/5/20 22:06​
  Added some grammar fixes, healing factor because I forgot that's a bit of an essential part to vampires though make it be known that absorbing people will always be more effective than healing normally. Also restriction for the compulsion to only work with eye-to-eye contact.​
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  12/6/20 00:01​
  Added blue flames in the Iron Crosses and added the specification that it preserves the body.​
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  12/6/20 11:02​
  Added that the absorbed body must be deceased instead of a body with no soul (because y'all are saying the soul stays in the body after death so whatever)​

 

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Spoiler: Mr. Bombadere

Mr. Bombadere

Gender: Male
Species: Ascended Nurponi, Spirit of Glamour
Age: 212
Type: New Summoned
Personality: To Mr. Bombadere, there is no good or evil, there is no right or wrong, there are only those who display their beauty and those who do not. His one and only goal for over a century now, has been the promotion and reverence of beauty. As such, he's traveled realities before, propagating good looks and even better self-care for anything capable of recognizing a fine appearance. He takes this extremely serious, and has no scruples with pestering anyone he may see as neglecting their appearance. For what he considers 'Extreme Cases of self-neglect,' Mr. Bombadere will not hesitate to unleash a fabulous hell upon the target to ensure they look beautiful... even if it kills them.

Motivation: The propagation and reverence of all beauty everywhere, to enjoy a nice vacation in a new realm.

D&D Alignment: Neutral Evil

Weapon: While he does carry around a fairly well-maintained walking cane that he can easily bludgeon someone with just as quickly as he can drive a golf ball home, in terms of fighting he's got a notably different approach. Mr. Bombadere can summon hundreds upon hundreds of weaponized beauty implements such as make-up, hairdryers, sewing implements and more. He's probably the only individual who could leave an enemy looking more beautiful after kicking the crap out of them.

Abilities:
A Good Old-Fashioned Portal Boy- Probably his trickiest ability is his ability to create portals, Mr. Bombadere can hop into a portal and travel great distances, and often pulls his weaponized beauty implements from them when needed. It takes him about two seconds to create each one with a snap of his fingers.

Ultimate Clothier- Mr. Bombadere has complete control over his own attire, able to shape and mold them at his whim. He has a less extreme measure of control over other pieces of clothing, though is unable to influence attire

Beautiful Beatdown- An extremely abnormal trait of Mr. Bombadere's is his ability to beautify an individual through combat. He can wail on a person as much as possible, but on the outside they'll just get prettier and prettier even if they're literally dying inside.

Ascendant Regeneration- Most of his body can recover from grievous wounds that would cripple most mortals

Bio:
The Nurponi people are extremely in tune with their spiritual side, so much so that they are actually empowered by devotion to personal beliefs. The more they can represent those beliefs, the more powerful they become. As they grow into adulthood, they go from looking vaguely human to taking on varied and often-jarring forms that fit their inclinations. For Nurponi like Mr. Bombadere, the final stage of this empowerment is to literally ascend to a higher state of being. For him, he spent his entire mortal life emboldening himself through accentuating his own beauty. Eventually becoming an icon of his homeland, his ascension to becoming the new representation of glamour wasn't exactly unexpected.

Skills:
Golf Pro- Even without the powers of his ascended state, Mr. Bombadere is an absolute god at all things golfing.

Beautician- He only got to this point due to his extensive adherence to Beauty and the promotion of such, he doesn't need the powers of an Ascendant to know exactly how to make any person's appearance pop.

Clothier- As clothing is a major factor in an individual's beauty, Mr. Bombadere has an exceptional talent for crafting and mending clothing even without utilizing his powers on it.

Strengths:
Ascended Form- His body is more of a vessel than an actual flesh and blood structure, it grants him excessive regenerative properties and physical strength. Not exactly going to be tossing buildings around but he can drive his cane through a stone wall with ease.
Master of the Martial Art known as Beautification
A continuing source of Clothing and Make-Up in any scenario

Weaknesses:
No Blind Beautician- The only Portion of his body without extreme regenerative properties is his eyes. While he can recover from many gruesome wounds, destroying Mr. Bombadere's eyes will force him into an incorporeal state for weeks at a time.

Aversions to Filth- An extremely straightforward way to defeat Mr. Bombadere is to simply target his clothing. Dirtying, destroying and otherwise tarnishing his attire is an extreme annoyance to him. Even though he can fix it with relative ease, the continued destruction of his clothing will enrage him further and further until he considers the cost of battle 'Far to Great to continue' before retreating. Following this theme, he's hesitant to venture into places rife with disease, filth, and all things grime.

Equipment: His Cane, his trusty hat, hundreds of Weaponized Beauty Implements.
"Oh me oh my! Wars? Death? Conquering? None of that's an excuse to go neglecting those darling looks of yours, baby!"

Spoiler: Juicin' Jane

Jane Sidero

Aliases: Juicin' Jane, the Tastemaker
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Age: 38
Type: New Summoned
Personality: For all intents and purposes, many mistake Jane as a kooky professor due to her upbeat and high-energy persona. She's prone to joking about and having a good time, trash-talking everything including herself just because she enjoys it. The kind of gal who seems to enjoy life wherever and whenever she can. This seems to distract most from her unyielding efforts to create the greatest taste in all realities. Though it seems a harmless goal at face value, Jane's dedication to seeing it through has led her to leave a trail of destruction wherever she goes. Turns out, her lackadaisical nature mixed with this obsession has left Jane with a surprising lack of guilt whenever her experiements end up destroying the lives of millions. Given her exceptional intelligence, perhaps one would expect her to take care when conducting her research. Instead, it merely means she's willing to do anything and everything to further her goals, regardless of the dangers and threats it could pose to the world at large. She's betrayed and used just about anything and everyone she could in order to get where she is today, and doesn't seem to consider the mountains of retribution she tends to incur as any real reason to stop.


Motivation: To further her research and eventually create the tastiest thing in all of existence.
D&D Alignment: Chaotic Evil
Weapon: Numerous Chemicals, syringes, Dart Gun, Juicin' Jane's Puff Puff Pipe

Bio:
An everyday chem student developed a fascination one day that would define her entire future. In her efforts to create the greatest taste ever, she became the leading figure in chemical studies, discovering and creating new mixtures and reactions daily. At first celebrated, she began gaining infamy as the results of her experiments led to more and more disastrous results. As soon as it was revealed that she was purposefully leaking addictive medicines into the market, she became a galactic criminal and went on the run. Almost immediately the results of her research flooded the black market. Steroids, drugs and alternative medicines with her name attached to them were everywhere. Soon her name became synonymous with substance abuse on a galactic scale, but the true depth of the damage wasn't known until later. Soon terrorists were using psychedelics on common folk that turned them into crazed murderers, mutagens were running rampant, and no small number of drug-fueled cults began rising. All of them traced back to Jane, who had amassed herself an extreme number of enemies at that point. If anything, her being pulled to another universe was just the lucky break she needed.

Skills:
Unrivaled Chemist- Jane's knowledge of chemical mixtures is as vast as it is ridiculous, with some of her methods for research being as eccentric as she is. Easily her most versatile and useful talent, she can fabricate chemicals that do a variety of things. Everything from steroids to stimulants is fair game to her, not even mentioning the mutagenic properties some of her mixtures have. Given the time for locating resources and mixing, Jane can potentially fabricate entire warehouses full of chemicals on her own.

Juicer's Metabolism- Jane's abused so many chems for so many years that her body's become extremely resilient to most of their effects. As a result, its extremely hard for her to be afflicted with withdrawal symptoms, poisons, and the effects of most substances. However, this also means its harder for her to gain any boons from substances as well.

Certified Chemslinger - Jane's been throwin' vials and beakers for so long that she's developed an extremely good pitching arm, and is capable of throwing vials of chems with the ease and accuracy of a professional baseball pitcher.

Scrapper- Being a wanted criminal means one generally has to be good in a fight, and while Jane prefers utilizing her chems in pretty much any and every scenario, she's up for getting down and dirty with her weaselly tactics.

Strengths:
Chem Maker
Extreme Adaptability
Buffs and Debuffs galore

Weaknesses:
Human form- She doesn't exactly have any natural resilience, and anything she manages to gain from her chems are mostly temporary.
Resilient to aid- Jane's extremely thorough Metabolism is fairly indiscriminate, and will weaken the effects of any helpful substances in the same manner it weakens dangerous ones.

Notable Equipment:
Juicin' Jane's Puff Puff Pipe- Some people would say using your main weapon as a smoking apparatus is a bad idea, those people clearly aren't living right. Jane's pipe is essentially a long bong that she uses fairly consistently, with it serving multiple purposes for her. She can hook it up to the massive chem tank she waddles around with, which she can use to either funnel more chems into the pipe or something a bit more offensive. See, the pipe itself can function as an adjustable nozzle for this tank, effectively turning the whole thing into a spraying machine that can pump out large waves of chems or release a fog of the stuff depending on the scenario. And yes, depending on the scenario, Jane will use her pipe as a hand axe thanks to the blade built into it.

"Ya seriously gonna bust my balls over a couple mutated cities, bro? Fine fine, hey take a quick whiff o this and tell me if there's still problems, my guy."