- It was the 22nd of February, 2020 AD.
On that memorable day, at the height of noon eastern seaboard time, the world changed forever.
The most common example cited was one of a man in the city - known then as New York - who'd been walking his dog out.
As he crossed the intersection of Bell Boulevard and 48th Avenue in the Queens district of the city, he received a text message from his ex and felt a twinge of intense annoyance at her boasting of her new boyfriend.
After sending her some less-than-wishful replies, he crossed the street and froze in shock as the glass of a thrift store next to him broke.
Alongside with the glass shards, however, what sprawled on the sidewalk in front of him was unmistakably a demon. Not some kind of allegory or metaphor, but a rather literal beast from Hell, with blood-red scales, phosphorescent volcanic eyes, and black curled horns.
It hissed at him then stepped forward menacingly. His dog shied away, running and taking its owner with it.
Soon enough, other windows and glass surfaces across the street began to break as well, spilling other demons in a rainbow of colors, shapes, sizes, and degrees of malice. None of them pursued or were interested in him, although some did observe him with mild affront or curiosity. They started to pop up from other places; teleporting in the middle of the street with a sudden distortion of space, swimming from the shore of the nearby Oakland Lake, swooping in from the clouds on a pair of batlike membranes, feathered wings, or through no visible means of propulsion. Some of them were almost human in appearance, while some others were more like humanoid dragons that hunched over and were given an additional level of ominous character.
In less than five minutes, by all means this man could use to determine it, the entire district of the city had at least a hundred of these demons. Most of which, to his confusion - as overshadowed as it was by his fear - appeared to be surprised and disoriented.
He was quick to go home and inform the police, but he was too late: the police already knew.
In that exact minute, in hotspots across New York, demons started appearing, with a strong focus on initial locations where some kind of negative emotion or particular brand of sin had been displayed, although it quickly spread to other places as well. Most of these demonic incidents were locked into the area of New York, with a handful in Connecticut, Long Island, and New Jersey.
In less than two hours, fourteen percent of the civilian population was dead, and thirty-nine had evacuated the greater area spanning New York. At least ten percent had been captured by the enemy, and would later be enslaved.
This was by no means, however, the only place this was happening.
Fifteen minutes after the demonic attacks began, a skeleton in tattered black cloth robes teleported into the Kreml. Speaking in fluent Russian, he declared himself the new ruler of the Russian Federation on live television. Without much ado, he raised an onyx-wood scepter tipped with a spectral violet gem, which shot out with dozens upon dozens of dark purple cords. These cords connected to the necks of the president, Prime Minister, deputy ministers, federal ministers, and other governmental authorities in the building. They became his slaves, and the population of Moscow would become his army.
Eight minutes before that, the Heavens above Rome began to rumble, as the Earth shook. The white tapestry of clouds split apart as a host of angelic creatures rushed down into the Vatican. Some of them were recognizably humanoid, while others resembled winged lionmen, or beings that weren't humanoid or even animal in appearance. There were spirits of air, water, earth, and fire with them, as well as other entities. One of them, introducing itself as Michael, promptly thanked the pope for his devotion then stepped into him and fused with him, becoming the All-Holy Prince.
In other places, various other events took place, with reports that would have sounded truly insane for someone living back then.
King Arthur rose from Avalon, brandishing Excalibur, and immediately repelled a fairy invasion of London, before reclaiming the throne. Every animal in the Chinese zodiac became manifest as a pack of traveling spirits, each one as large as a high-rise building was tall, and started to migrate across Asia. There were reports of a group of men in chrome-colored armor with reflective blue faceplates, who kidnapped the German president and claimed they were there in order to "stabilize the timeline."
But that was the 22nd of February, 2020 AD.
The current date is the 1st of March, 21XX.
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Fantasy The Wheel Turns Once More - CS
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Birdsie
The God-Emperor of Mankind
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: (Their true name.)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
Gender: (Physical gender, rather than gender identity. Male, Female, Genderless, or Hermaphrodite depending on Race.)
Race: (You may create your own race, provided that you will write down a fairly detailed description of its physiology, etc.)
PERSONAL
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Backstory: (At least a solid paragraph. Keep it relevant.)
PHYSICAL
Appearance: (Written, or a picture. If written, then at least a detailed paragraph of text.)
Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat.)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
Skills & Abilities: (Not magical. Include things like bartering, or the ability to pickpocket.)
Spells & Magic: (Magical. Spells and magical abilities that the character has.)
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character.)
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
Theme: (Musical theme.)
If you get a like, it means the CS is accepted.
Name: (Their true name.)
Aliases: (Other names, titles, nicknames, and aliases.)
Age: (Biological age. How long have you been there?)
Gender: (Physical gender, rather than gender identity. Male, Female, Genderless, or Hermaphrodite depending on Race.)
Race: (You may create your own race, provided that you will write down a fairly detailed description of its physiology, etc.)
PERSONAL
Sexuality: (Ships gotta sail, then sink each other.)
High Concept: (Sum up your character in a sentence.)
Backstory: (At least a solid paragraph. Keep it relevant.)
PHYSICAL
Appearance: (Written, or a picture. If written, then at least a detailed paragraph of text.)
Weapons & Armor: (Anything that the character uses for protection, or attack during combat.)
Items & Personal Belongings: (Any other items that the character has, or belong to them.)
Skills & Abilities: (Not magical. Include things like bartering, or the ability to pickpocket.)
Spells & Magic: (Magical. Spells and magical abilities that the character has.)
Weaknesses: (Weak sides of a character. Fears, inabilities, inexperience, emotional issues, mental issues, etc. Only ones that could be said to negatively affect the character.)
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: (What does the dark lord do in his free time, when not vying for supremacy over the world?)
Quote\s: (Notable things that the character has said, that may show off their personality or speech type.)
Theme: (Musical theme.)
If you get a like, it means the CS is accepted.
Alteras
The Sleepy Prisoner
Kishimoto Sayaka
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Worthlessplebian
Worthless pleb
Name: Sebastian Aschenbrenner
Aliases: Lich Lord of Aust Manor, The CyberLich, Ser Bastian, The Corrosive Duke, The Scrap Hunter, and The Acid Duelist;
Age: 86 years old;
Gender: Male;
Race: The Cyber Lich!
Cyber Liches are different from their more traditional counterparts but act in a manner that is similar to them. They don't require food, sleep, drink that normal biological creatures do, instead relying entirely on a power source (whether internal, external, rechargeable or infinite is dependent on the cyber lich). The most obvious difference between traditional liches and cyber liches is that obviously they are technological beings rather than mystical although that doesn't mean they can't learn magic but magic that requires flesh bodies to operate is unavailable to them. Their bodies are extremely modular but the most common forms, (that of humanoids), are pretty strong and flexible, the degree of their flexibility, strength, and durability is dependent on the materials that they used to augment their physical forms. In terms of a phylactery, most cyberliches don't have one, save for the ones that have discovered the secret to essence transfer. If you want to make a phylactery for a cyberlich, you need around 60 kgs (11 lbs) of gold, 3 Li-ion (lithium ion) cells (backup cells may be required), a coolant system (can be water or air based), an antennae relay to catch the Lich's consciousness, a housing device for the incoming consciousness, and a serviceable body to then transfer into. Healing magic doesn't work unless it is the 'reverse the damage' type of healing magic, most cyberliches repair themselves manually from the materials around them or if they're advanced enough can use self-repairing technologies. Most cyberliches dull their emotions although some choose to freely express them. A final important note that their consciousness doesn't die when they lose power, they merely lose the energy to move their bodies and require prolonged torpor to build up enough 'spiritual' energy to recharge their packs temporarily, during this torpor they are completely vulnerable.
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Heterosexual;
High Concept: Posh, acidic, techno-Lich, who lives in a manor and has amnesia about his human life;
Backstory:
In deep, desolate, forests of Pennsylvania, there is a manor that once belonged to a mad scientist who yearned to recreate his family who were lost in the great event. "Again, they'll live through machinery and circuitry" -- the poor, deluded fool boasted. Each day, he crafts a set of mechanical bodies in their likeness and each night, he casts them out for being imperfect. "Nothing but the best for my family!" he shouts each time as he tosses the shells into a ravine. With each iteration, they become more advanced, less like shells and more and more like complete beings. Regardless of how complete, they become they still remain shells. One day however, one of the shells discarded like an unloved child awoke in the ravine with emerald green eyes, he stared at the morning sky, wondering what happened to him. He reached for the sky and saw his slender, machine appendage, it should rightly terrify him yet the only thing that he felt was a dull chill down his spine. His entire brain had been replaced with a complex, synthetic replica filled with various goodies like emotional vaults that contain any unwanted 'distractions.' But despite the present restraints on his emotions, there is one thing that managed to circumvent those troublesome restraints. Rage. A growing anger filled his being, as the last memory of his human self sprouted in his mind's eye, the metallic table, the dissections... THE SCIENTIST! He was responsible for this fate and HE SHALL PAY!
With creaking joints, the shell climbed out of the ravine and made its' way to the manor. The manor's automated defense systems ignored the walking automaton and let it inside. The scientist had just finished a batch and was enthusiastic about his work as he always was. So joyous was he, that he neglected to mention the metallic clanking sounds of bare iron feet coming up behind him. The shell gripped the scientist's shoulder with one hand and turned him around, the shell's hands then turned into metaphorical pincers, instantly closing around the scientist's neck."Bu-but... you... gzsh shoul-dn't" The words escaped him."Wh-hy, yo..u areeeehh a son to me" The scientist pleaded."It is the Kind's duty to surpass his creator." With those parting words, the automaton snapped the neck of his 'creator' with a satisfying crunch. With the scientist dead, the shell disposed of his body then began to research what the scientist had been doing. It appears that the scientist in his madness had begun to use parts of human beings in order to give his automatons more life and fervor. The shell found this quite contemptible but not because of the act of butchering innocents but of how comedically bad the scientist was at it.
In time, the shell remembered what HIS name was, Sebastian Aschenbrenner but that was it, no further recollection could be gained even with the countless upgrades over the years or even partaking in arcane knowledge but Sebastian did make the manor his permanent residence and continually improves it like he improves his body. He didn't continue the scientist's research, instead taking on some of his own. Life was good for the self-proclaimed CyberLich, although the occasional intruder did get annoying after awhile, what with cleaning up the mess from his defense system and sometimes dealing with the matter personally. He did meet a fine woman named Elizabeth though, she gave him some of the happiest years of his 'unlife'. Years later however, he still embarks into the world to search for any recollection of his human life, he truly wishes to know what kind of man he once was.
PHYSICAL
Appearance: Emerald green eyes that glow with superiority, cold-metallic fingers that move in an unnerving natural manner, an iron top hat encrusted with golden ornaments, a skeletal frame that hides underneath a dashing coat with seepage of jade green energy.
Weapons & Armor:
Sebastian's coat is made up of a durable, flexible, titanium alloy that is strong enough to stop small caliber firearms dead in their tracks, heat resistant when things get toasty, acid resistant, stab resistant, and the coat also packs some auxiliary technology like a back up compass, thermometer, clock & timer, and a significantly weaker, spare battery pack;
Cane Sword Don't be fooled by this decorated walking cane, it houses a deadly (60 cm - 26 inched) blade within its' body;
'Elizabeth' So named after a woman that Sebastian once knew, this revolving pistol fires 5.7x28 rounds. It can be loaded by a speedloader or the bullets can be individually placed into the chambers, Sebastian typically carries 2 of these speedloaders with him on expeditions, (3 if he expects it will take a long time);
Herr Schrotflinte A quad-barreled shotgun for those pesky peasants or the wondering monster that comes to his manor. This version of the shotgun is suited to 8 gauge, 3.5" ammunition. Our good Lich carries 4 in the chambers and 24 on his person;
Items & Personal Belongings: Mark IX Battery -- the latest and improved battery variation that Sebastian currently uses, it has enough battery power to last him a single year of constant and active physical action; A locket with a picture of a fair, Caucasian woman with brown locks; A multi-tool that has a knife blade, a reamer, a bottle-opener–screwdriver–wire stripper, a miniature flashlight, and a solar-powered, green, laser pointer.
Skills & Abilities: The Corrosive Duke has quite the gains for a slender guy, he can lift around 3 tonnes (3000 kg) and punch with the force that is two times greater than elite boxers; His top speed is 30 km/h (18 mph); He is an expert duelist with longswords, and rapiers; Acidic Blast -- Out of two oval-shaped ports on his hands, he can fire a stream of acid, this acid is self replenishing; He can fire a gun as well as a trained veteran; His endoskeleton is durable enough to take consecutive blows from a roided-out gorilla; Endosym Repair unit -- This useful gizmo is located in the interior of his body and is the source of his automatic repairs, the unit absorbs metal then repurposes it to the best of its' abilities and qualities to replace damage; Field-smithing -- He is a skilled craftsman;
Spells & Magic: Corrosion Enhancement -- He can enhance any blade or blunt object to be corrosive, the enhancement typically lasts around 3 minutes;
Weaknesses: Prolonged exposure to Salt Water will rust his durable joints, The Endosym Repair unit can be overwhelmed by too much damage and is limited by the material present around Sebastian (No good quality metal = No good quality repairs), His acid is not magic based thus can be neutralized by a skilled chemist -- it is also not that great against highly acid resistant material/individuals, despite having a phylactery if Sebastian is killed -- He will have to travel ALL THE WAY back to the group thus effectively taking him out of the fight for a-long-while, although Sebastian's main battery is durable and long lasting -- it can still be taken out via damage (good luck getting him to expose himself like that though), and his field-crafting is again limited by the resources present and his knowledge.
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: He is quite the connoisseur of classical music, often goes digging for pre-Cataclysm history, an inventor, and enjoys blacksmithing.
Quote\s:
"It seems I've wandered into a den of vermin, It certainly smells like that, scheisse."
"Make no mistake my good fellow, I am a gentleman of my word."
"You intrude into my sanctum, threaten me with sabers and mysticism, then you insult me. The only thing I have to say is take your threats, your pitiful weapons, and fahr zur Hölle und stell da das Thermostat ein."
fahr zur Hölle und stell da das Thermostat ein. -- Go to hell and set their thermostat.
Scheisse -- Crap.
Kind -- Child.
Scheisse -- Crap.
Kind -- Child.
Steampunk Lich by Travis Anderson;
Cane Sword Concept Art by Yujin Jung;
Quadbarrel Shotgun by Vyacheslav Gluhov;
Steampunk Pistol by Gregory Trusov;
Cane Sword Concept Art by Yujin Jung;
Quadbarrel Shotgun by Vyacheslav Gluhov;
Steampunk Pistol by Gregory Trusov;
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Noble Scion
Lover of Lewd and Space
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Eris
Aliases: Satan's daughter (But that's hush-hush)
Age: 80 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Cambion
Affiliation: Church of Satan
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A regular demoness that inherited a strange mutation of her father's immortality
Backstory: Born as one of the many daughters of Satan himself, Eris was born arrived on the human plane alongside many others of her kind, but unlike the ferocious beasts that were her relatives, she wasn't exactly very hostile towards the human populace so much as curious.
Grabbing a hold of a human device known as a "phone", she began research into everything she could find about humans: their past, the present, where she herself had come from, etc.
Eventually coming across a specific religion that caught her eye, Satanism. Little more than a child at that point, she began her exploration of the human world with that church in her mind and all the moral principles it held, but to her dismay, finding living humans was proving rather difficult as the rest of demonkind had already begun razing the world as harshly as they could.
Eventually she found herself amongst a more stable human society in Bend. Oregon, and her contact with the human kind truly began.
They were wary at first, as was expected, but upon her proving herself to be, well, surprisingly normal in a strange foreign way, she was given relatively free-roam while remaining under observation.
Years later, the small demonic child had grown up amongst the human kind, her strange ability having been documented years prior but no action taken for fear of angering the friendly Eris that seemed to have become a rather upstanding citizen.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor: None, but always open to use things in the area
Items & Personal Belongings: None
Skills & Abilities: Athletic - Fit by human standards
Spells & Magic: Immortality - Upon dying, a exact replica of them will appear in the nearby vicinity with all the memories and thoughts of the previous incarnation in peak condition (Wounds and physical harm will act as normal e.g. if stabbed, will not reincarnate until fully dead)
Weaknesses: Unextraordinary - No other features outside of being immortal, physically equivalent to a fit human female
FLUFF
Hobbies: Exercising, reading the news (particularly gossip), ambient mobile games, and general charity work
Quote\s: "Ah.. Well that's uh... Cool, I guess." "Y'know the biggest pain of dying is having to replace my phone..." "Death becomes a whole lot less scary the third time around, haha.. Still hurts though." "Ugh, just shoot me dammit, this is painful..."
Other: Dislikes swimming and water, tried drowning once and doesn't want to talk about it.
Theme:
Name: Eris
Aliases: Satan's daughter (But that's hush-hush)
Age: 80 years old
Gender: Female
Race: Cambion
Affiliation: Church of Satan
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A regular demoness that inherited a strange mutation of her father's immortality
Backstory: Born as one of the many daughters of Satan himself, Eris was born arrived on the human plane alongside many others of her kind, but unlike the ferocious beasts that were her relatives, she wasn't exactly very hostile towards the human populace so much as curious.
Grabbing a hold of a human device known as a "phone", she began research into everything she could find about humans: their past, the present, where she herself had come from, etc.
Eventually coming across a specific religion that caught her eye, Satanism. Little more than a child at that point, she began her exploration of the human world with that church in her mind and all the moral principles it held, but to her dismay, finding living humans was proving rather difficult as the rest of demonkind had already begun razing the world as harshly as they could.
Eventually she found herself amongst a more stable human society in Bend. Oregon, and her contact with the human kind truly began.
They were wary at first, as was expected, but upon her proving herself to be, well, surprisingly normal in a strange foreign way, she was given relatively free-roam while remaining under observation.
Years later, the small demonic child had grown up amongst the human kind, her strange ability having been documented years prior but no action taken for fear of angering the friendly Eris that seemed to have become a rather upstanding citizen.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor: None, but always open to use things in the area
Items & Personal Belongings: None
Skills & Abilities: Athletic - Fit by human standards
Spells & Magic: Immortality - Upon dying, a exact replica of them will appear in the nearby vicinity with all the memories and thoughts of the previous incarnation in peak condition (Wounds and physical harm will act as normal e.g. if stabbed, will not reincarnate until fully dead)
Weaknesses: Unextraordinary - No other features outside of being immortal, physically equivalent to a fit human female
FLUFF
Hobbies: Exercising, reading the news (particularly gossip), ambient mobile games, and general charity work
Quote\s: "Ah.. Well that's uh... Cool, I guess." "Y'know the biggest pain of dying is having to replace my phone..." "Death becomes a whole lot less scary the third time around, haha.. Still hurts though." "Ugh, just shoot me dammit, this is painful..."
Other: Dislikes swimming and water, tried drowning once and doesn't want to talk about it.
Theme:
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Reinhardt
huh
PROFILEName: Yuno
Aliases: Nameless / Nanashi
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Human
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PERSONAL
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Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A trailblazer of humanity, in a time where gods and monsters rule the world
Backstory: Many are those who are often told to keep their gaze low. To never seek to soar the skies. To never try to reach the heavens. For such is not, and never will be their right. As long as they shall live, they shall serve the divine and the powerful, as is intended by the natural order. They will never taste the sweet nectar of glory, nor will they ever feel the winds of triumph. These people...can only dream of dreaming.
But there are those that refuse such a fate. Those that trample upon the threads of fate. Those that defy the will of the gods. Those who have discarded their names and their past. They are called The Nameless, or The Nanashi, as spoken in the native tongue of their land. Among them, there is one that they refer to as unbreakable - a mortal who dares to dream an undreamable dream. One who falls once, and rises twice.
That is Yuno. The first to bear such a name among The Nameless.
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PHYSICAL
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Weapons & Armor:Masamune's Pride - A sword made by the seventy-first (71st) Masamune of The Nameless. Forged on top of a mountain where the sun's gaze meets the moon's, it is believed to be able to surpass even the steel of the gods. Comes with a sheath of its own.
Items & Personal Belongings:Old Scroll - A withered scroll, with its content nearly unreadable. Yuno says it tells of the story of a man who climbed a mountain that had no peak. It is the only remaining remnant of her discarded past.
Skills & Abilities:Defiance of The Dreamer - An erratic manner of fighting that demonstrates the nature of humanity to dream. It is Yuno's fighting style, utilizing the unparalleled depths of humanity's potential. Those who have witnessed it in action said that it flowed like water, danced like the wind, raged like fire, and was as firm as the earth. A manner of fighting that tramples upon the will of the gods and dismantles the threads of fate.
Spells & Magic:The Mountain With No Peak - Whenever necessary, Yuno can tap into the endless pit that is humanity's will, empowering her time and time again. To stand whenever she falls. To rise whenever she is at the bottom. To be unbreakable. To defy all odds, and do the impossible.
Weaknesses:Humanity - Her very strength, is her very weakness. She is but a mortal, a human. When the candle's fire is extinguished, its life is put to an end.
By My Hand and My Hand Alone - She has no capability to use magic. The arcane and its mysterious ways are nothing but foreign to her.
I Am of My Kin - Her devotion to humanity makes it difficult for her to mingle with those that are not human.
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FLUFF
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Hobbies:Stargazing, Meditating
Quotes:"The day will come that even the stars above shall be within our grasp."
"Every step is a new monument. Soon even the gods will bow before us."
Theme:
June Verles
Depression? Never heard of her.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Leo Sax.
Aliases: PhysicalGamerGirl (her twitch alias)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Affiliation: Twitch.tv partner program, the island of Cuba.
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A IRL streamer who tries to enjoy life despite the craziness of it and inherent lack of fairness, oh yeah
Backstory: The island of Cuba, many thought of it to be a communist bastion isolated from the rest of the world but in reality it was all a façade, a paradise for people to hide from the rest of the world in respite. Any conspiracy theory you might've thought it was true about someone's death was probably true, John F Kennedy, Tupac and Biggie, Abraham Lincoln, Rasputin they all just moved to Cuba and relaxed on the beach drinking Pina Coladas.
After the cataclysm nothing much changed, bunkers, off shore accounts and self sustainainable nuclear energy hidden as nuclear weapons could sustain this secret society for years.
That's the society that Leo grew up in. Unfortunately her family heritage wasn't particularly good, her famous relative being Adolphe Sax the lucky inventor of the Saxophone. She wasn't particulary good at studying or at sports so she spent most of her time on what remained of the internet, growing up on it basically.
That's when while she was playing through season 2XX of LoL on her favourite champ Ryze, who recently had his 3000th rework, she got an ad. "Click here to get incredible super powers!" So she decided to try and close the ad, but she missclicked.
Through that missclick she got wonderous powers, which she uses to live her life to the fullest.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor: Nothing too big, your stardard rifle, pistol, back safety pistol, combat knife, boot knife. Basic combat armour
Items & Personal Belongings: A camera and a nuclear powered wifi router.
Skills & Abilities: Other than being in shape she is alright with a computer?
Spells & Magic: Gacha Magic: Meta Crafting
Weaknesses: Only human I suppose?
FLUFF
Hobbies: Ranked Matchmaking.
Quote\s: "Poggers, look guys an arch devil! You guys think we can get him to make a OmegaLul face?"
Theme:
Name: Leo Sax.
Aliases: PhysicalGamerGirl (her twitch alias)
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Affiliation: Twitch.tv partner program, the island of Cuba.
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Bisexual
High Concept: A IRL streamer who tries to enjoy life despite the craziness of it and inherent lack of fairness, oh yeah
Backstory: The island of Cuba, many thought of it to be a communist bastion isolated from the rest of the world but in reality it was all a façade, a paradise for people to hide from the rest of the world in respite. Any conspiracy theory you might've thought it was true about someone's death was probably true, John F Kennedy, Tupac and Biggie, Abraham Lincoln, Rasputin they all just moved to Cuba and relaxed on the beach drinking Pina Coladas.
After the cataclysm nothing much changed, bunkers, off shore accounts and self sustainainable nuclear energy hidden as nuclear weapons could sustain this secret society for years.
That's the society that Leo grew up in. Unfortunately her family heritage wasn't particularly good, her famous relative being Adolphe Sax the lucky inventor of the Saxophone. She wasn't particulary good at studying or at sports so she spent most of her time on what remained of the internet, growing up on it basically.
That's when while she was playing through season 2XX of LoL on her favourite champ Ryze, who recently had his 3000th rework, she got an ad. "Click here to get incredible super powers!" So she decided to try and close the ad, but she missclicked.
Through that missclick she got wonderous powers, which she uses to live her life to the fullest.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor: Nothing too big, your stardard rifle, pistol, back safety pistol, combat knife, boot knife. Basic combat armour
Items & Personal Belongings: A camera and a nuclear powered wifi router.
Skills & Abilities: Other than being in shape she is alright with a computer?
Spells & Magic: Gacha Magic: Meta Crafting
Weaknesses: Only human I suppose?
FLUFF
Hobbies: Ranked Matchmaking.
Quote\s: "Poggers, look guys an arch devil! You guys think we can get him to make a OmegaLul face?"
Theme:
Celestial Speck
I'm not a bad guy, I swear!
Name:
Seo-jun, Human of the Dying Earth.
Aliases: Homeless Man, Oldest Human, 'Old Man', ''Oldie'', 'Hey, grandpa'
Age: Unknown, confirmed to be over a thousand years old.
Gender: A real old man.
Race: Human, although an immortal one. So...Immortal human?
PERSONAL
Sexuality: HAH! Nah! ...Actually, probably straight, but when you lived for so long, it's hard to think of long-lasting romance. He had a few run-ins with a few witches, though.
High Concept: Immortal hobo from long ago who's really powerful but couldn't be bothered to take things seriously.
Backstory: The world turns and spins, but one thing was always clear to Seo: He hated life. Not humans r anyone specifically, he just hated to live for no real good reason. His parents weren't brutally murdered, he doesn't have some sort of wife that died or anything. Seo, long ago, simply realized one single thing: He was born lower than anyone on the earth. Naturally born as a loser, naturally born homeless, naturally born talentless: He's one of many in society who couldn't grasp simple concepts such as 'education', 'family', or 'happiness' in the era he's once lived on. He never saw a reason to keep on living. He never saw a reason to try and conquer something- memories of slums and darkness is the farthest he remembers. Not a mother's or father's warmth- simply the comradery of others like him.
A man without talent living an unremarkable life with an unnoteworthy death. That's what it was meant to be.
He's not sure how or when, but he once met the creation god Seokga, he who tried to usurp control of the world from the other who created it with him in three contests, all of which failing. Seo-jun doesn't remember the details- drunkness and black clouds filled with his mind, yet the infuriating brightness of he-who-created-the-land and his face was something that would be forever be burned into his memory. He was unaware. He should have walked away- yet, his drunken mind spoke louder, and he interacted with the Trickster. Three contests- a contest of knowledge, a contest of strength, and a contest of one's words in turn of a wish. It was on that night Seo-jun discovered he wasn't some sort of naturally born loser. Even when drunk, he somehow won against the god, even though he doesn't remember how.
Yet, despite winning, the yet-drunken homeless man simply wished for one thing:
'I wish to have new shoes.'
There was only silence from the god, and Seo-jun could realize that there was a mild surprise behind those eyes and amusement. Not because of the wish, but due to the god discovering what sort of man Seo-jun was. He wasn't going to be some hero. He wasn't going to have his name written in any books. He wasn't even going to be remembered by the god despite having a fountain of talent in his own words. And as such, Seokga simply smiled, and gifted Seo-jun-- an event that causes the homeless man great anger and pain to this day. Immortality and power- something he never wished for, something he never wanted. Seeing the man's pain and belief his 'gift' was a curse, Seokga asked Seo one simple thing: To explore the world and see it's wondering, collect magical artifacts and stories, and tell them to him one day, whenever the god wishes to, to see if he'll keep being immortal, or if he proved himself worthy of death.
As such, the most blessed man in the world started his journey to get rid of every single one of his blessings.
PHYSICAL
Weapons & Armor:
[Unknown Number of Magical Artifacts]
Seo-jun possesses an as of yet unknown number of magical artifacts. Those of which being national treasures, mythological weapons, simple slightly useful pieces of gear, among others. He forgets many of the ones he uses mainly, making this largely a wildcard factor for people fighting him for the first time. Although due to his style of fighting and personality, he doesn't use these artifacts to their full extent in most situations and seems to forget a few of them exist unless someone mentions them, which he'll go 'oh yeah.'
Items & Personal Belongings:
[Magical Trolley]
At all times, Seo carries with him a supernaturally enchanted supermarket trolley with a blanket all over it, hiding its inside contents from the rest of the world. This trolley, an artifact capable of changing shape to whatever storing object Seo needs, has essentially infinite space- and is where Seo keeps most of his magical weapons, artifacts- and...Candies, food, among other things. There's probably a bottle or two there. This artifact seems to give Seo whatever he wishes if he thinks about what he specifically stored there, and is seeming, in his words, a 'way to keep track of his deal.'
[Beer]
Seo somehow always has alcohol with him. Don't question it.
Skills & Abilities, Spells & Magic:
[Curse of the Trickster God: Impartiality]
Seo-jun is completely and utterly immortal. No matter the size of the explosion, the strength of the attack, the conceptual weight behind it- Seo's immortality is tied together with the concept of 'creation' and 'trickery', in the sense that whenever he dies or should be dead, from his death, the concept of trickery is born, affecting the meaning behind the attack of his opponent, and making it so it isn't able to affect his immortality or make him reach a true death. Despite this incredibly powerful ability, however, Seo-Jun is still affected by non-deadly effects and attacks. When his head is lobbed off, even if it will eventually attach itself back, a scar will stay in place. When he breaks his bones or ruptures his lungs, they won't heal instantly. When he feels hunger, sleepiness, thirst, he will suffer the effects of each and all.
In other words, Seo-jun cannot be killed despite looking for someone who can be so, but he isn't immune to everything and anything- just the things that would cause his death.
[Blessing of the Trickster God: Holder of the World's Treasures]
Seo-jun is old, and in his home, he collected many magical artifacts. Some important and noteworthy, others common and able to be replicable. But many of the ones he wields belonged to great men and women in story- legendary figures who were their original wielders. To be capable of wielding them all, Seo-jun was given the ability to be able to have any magical weapon or artifact be able to be wielded by him, by 'tricking' and 'willing' the artifact with both trickery and divine will to be wielded by him. Despite this, Seo isn't known for using the artifacts to their full potential when he does fight. His fighting style is akin to a wild and drunken man grabbing whatever there is next to him as a weapon. While he can use the full potential of his '''treasures''', they tend to be used in short periods of time, seemingly as a way to constantly confuse his foes due to him constantly shifting weapons. In other words, he's pretty wasteful when using them at all.
[Photographic Memory]
Seo is over nine thousand years old. He's seen empires rise and all met legendary figures that came and went, fought beings who could lay waste to the land he stood- yet. despite all this time that has passed, despite being older than the messiah who was born two thousand and twenty years ago, Seo is capable of remembering details of the story and his life down to the specific detail in an almost supernatural sense of the word. He truly is a holder of true knowledge...
...If he wasn't drunk all the time, and was barely conscious most of the day. God damn it this useless drunk-
[Semi Superhuman Body]
Seo's body is capable of hitting hard and taking strong hits, despite his frail and weak appearance. When he isn't drunk and constantly bumbling around and asking for money, he is capable of fighting with great prowess, being even proficient in taekwondo, overpowering most humans in terms of speed, agility, and reflex. It is unknown if this is a natural power of his, or if he simply developed these abilities due to his age, but Seo is definitely above most humans, although still falls short of most supernatural entities.
FLUFF:
Seo's favorite beer brand is one that doesn't exist anymore.
His favorite game is Mahjong, he's pretty good at it, he thinks.
He hates snow a lot. Seriously, fuck winter.
Drunk all the time. But surprisingly enough, he doesn't do drugs. Probably because he doesn't want to get addicted to them, either. He's willing to talk a kid out of drinking and using drugs too if he ever came to a situation like that.
Really doesn't seem to care about all these unique powers, entities, and such. He's literally chill as ice.
Hobbies:
He enjoys drinking games and games in general, ironically enough. Likes making bets: Hates losing them even more, though. Enjoys pretending he's a homeless dude so he doesn't get into trouble or get some sort of shonen kid under his wing or wrapped up in some annoying plot. Isn't beyond doing jobs though, principally if they help with his main objective. Loves to sleep. Sleep is good, too!
Quote\s:
"Just 'cuz you're different, doesn't mean you're special!"
"World's a mess, shit is flying all over the fan, with selfish gods and demons all around: But never lose sight of yourself, that's when you lose."
"The hell do you mean there is more than 'creation deity...?'"
"Y'know, why do I feel as if my style is kinda diff- ah, fuck it, I'm probably just drunk again."
Theme:
Graystone713
A rock?
Name: Wobbert Arbur Peggradon?
Aliases: Wobb, Slime boy, Ooze, And... Your Highness?
Age: Estimated to be around his early twenties in slime years, but little is understood of slime biology.
Gender: Male? Rare, I know.
Race:
Slime, Humanoid:
Slimes just kind of started to crop up after the apocalypse. Normally in swamps, junkyards, sewers, radioactive waste dumps, and abandoned industrial sites, it’s generally understood that toxic or corrosive environments are excellent habitats for slimes, and that these materials are necessary for their development. Though lone slimes are most common in the world of today, many slimes are eusocial, forming hives with queens, workers, warriors... Even elates, if the reports are to be believed. However, though lone humanoid slimes are somewhat rare, there are only two known eusocial Humanoid Slime Hives on earth. One is hidden somewhere in Japan, and the other is out in the open among the moors of Britain. Rumor has it that these hives may soon expand...
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Prefers females and female-adjacent beings.
High Concept: Radioactive Slime Prince disowned by wife-to-be.
Backstory: The mission was top secret. The disguises were good. The location was scouted. Wobb, three other British elates, and their princess were to meet the elates and princess of the Japanese hive on American soil. The start of two new colonies. But the British group got discovered when they made landfall and had to split up to evade capture. In order to survive, Wobb absorbed what he thought to be a powerful magic, one that drove the humans away and burned then when he tried hard enough. When he finally rejoined the group, he was irradiated, glowing, and worst of all, Sterile. He could dispel his radioactivity, but no healing known to his kind could make him fertile again. He was exiled and abandoned, left to his own devices in the wasteland. So, with no better option, he took up adventuring. Most of his quests thus far have been wild goose chases, snipe hunts, and excuses to get rid of him. But he hopes that this quest is real.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor:
Metallized Skeleton: Despite appearances, that skeleton isn’t pure bone. It’s actually bone coated with a layer of aluminum, making it harder than the standard stuff and almost completely corrosion resistant! This makes it possible for Wobb to have the advantages of a complete skeleton without any drawbacks, and the option to eject it if the need arises.
The Glowing Rock: A huge hunk of radioactive material that Wobb often draws on for power. However, he’s mentioned that it’s getting dimmer, and seems to worry that he’ll exhaust its power soon. But even powerless, it’s still a very heavy rock.
Items & Personal Belongings:
Wire Circlet: A crown-like circlet made from raw copper wire and colored glass. Wobb doesn’t wear it much these days.
The slime doll: A figurine made out of clear, solidified slime. It appears to be female, with a cute face. He says it reminds him of somebody that he used to know.
Skills & Abilities:
Slimeshifting: Able to shift his slimy form however he likes, Wobb can ooze through tight spaces, turn into something like a hard rubber, and stretch his limbs out like Sticky hands. Useful, but it’s hard to do without an underlying structure.
Flail/wrecking ball mastery: Constantly fighting with nothing but stretchy limbs and a big ol rock teaches you how to fight with nothing but a big ol rock on the end of something stretchy. And it teaches you well. Plus, you at least kind of get the concept behind whips and grappling hooks as a bonus.
Improvised weaponry/tactics: Wobb isn’t quite Macguyver, but he’s pretty good at making things up as he goes. He can throw most things in such a way that the sharp end hits his target most of the time, come up with new moves on the fly, and selectively dissolve/corrode things to turn almost anything into a quick (but normally fragile) weapon.
Slime spitting: Wobb is very good at spitting bits of himself at enemies. In addition to being very sticky and carrying his currently absorbed energy type, this slime hardens into something like rubber when allowed to dry.
Spells & Magic:
Energy absorption: Can absorb, metabolize, and harness most forms of energy, allowing him to turn enemy spells and elemental attacks into energy he can use for his own attacks. This also technically means he can live on nothing but sunlight and water if he has to... But that’s really hard on him.
Radioactive Energy: Because Wobb lugs around a big hunk of radioactive metal, he always has radioactive energy on tap... Well, at least until he finally depletes it. His radiation mostly burns skin and causes illness, but it’s not immediately dangerous or fatal. However, it greatly amplifies his already-powerful corrosion, allowing him to burn through materials quickly.
Corrosive Body: All slimes inherently have the ability to corrode, melt, and digest things that they touch or engulf. Most humanoid slimes can, with training, apply their corrosion selectively. Wobb is one of those slimes, and can choose what he does or does not burn away when he touches it.
Weaknesses:
Core: That small eyeball is, in fact, an eyeball. And it’s also Wobb’s core. It is his one weak point and even a minor scratch on it could lead to a fatal infection. A strong enough blow could actually kill him outright.
Element lock: After absorbing any kind of elemental energy, he temporarily takes on the traits of that element. As such, he has both its resistances and its weaknesses.
A fool: Wobb might be clever, but he’s not very well read, he’s very trusting, and he’s a sucker for pretty ladies. You could probably trick him and he wouldn’t realize what you did to him for a whole week.
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Slime art. Specifically sculpture. Making little trinkets and charms, mostly, but he’s made some remarkably lifelike dolls, too.
Theme:
Aliases: Wobb, Slime boy, Ooze, And... Your Highness?
Age: Estimated to be around his early twenties in slime years, but little is understood of slime biology.
Gender: Male? Rare, I know.
Race:
Slime, Humanoid:
Slimes just kind of started to crop up after the apocalypse. Normally in swamps, junkyards, sewers, radioactive waste dumps, and abandoned industrial sites, it’s generally understood that toxic or corrosive environments are excellent habitats for slimes, and that these materials are necessary for their development. Though lone slimes are most common in the world of today, many slimes are eusocial, forming hives with queens, workers, warriors... Even elates, if the reports are to be believed. However, though lone humanoid slimes are somewhat rare, there are only two known eusocial Humanoid Slime Hives on earth. One is hidden somewhere in Japan, and the other is out in the open among the moors of Britain. Rumor has it that these hives may soon expand...
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Prefers females and female-adjacent beings.
High Concept: Radioactive Slime Prince disowned by wife-to-be.
Backstory: The mission was top secret. The disguises were good. The location was scouted. Wobb, three other British elates, and their princess were to meet the elates and princess of the Japanese hive on American soil. The start of two new colonies. But the British group got discovered when they made landfall and had to split up to evade capture. In order to survive, Wobb absorbed what he thought to be a powerful magic, one that drove the humans away and burned then when he tried hard enough. When he finally rejoined the group, he was irradiated, glowing, and worst of all, Sterile. He could dispel his radioactivity, but no healing known to his kind could make him fertile again. He was exiled and abandoned, left to his own devices in the wasteland. So, with no better option, he took up adventuring. Most of his quests thus far have been wild goose chases, snipe hunts, and excuses to get rid of him. But he hopes that this quest is real.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor:
Metallized Skeleton: Despite appearances, that skeleton isn’t pure bone. It’s actually bone coated with a layer of aluminum, making it harder than the standard stuff and almost completely corrosion resistant! This makes it possible for Wobb to have the advantages of a complete skeleton without any drawbacks, and the option to eject it if the need arises.
The Glowing Rock: A huge hunk of radioactive material that Wobb often draws on for power. However, he’s mentioned that it’s getting dimmer, and seems to worry that he’ll exhaust its power soon. But even powerless, it’s still a very heavy rock.
Items & Personal Belongings:
Wire Circlet: A crown-like circlet made from raw copper wire and colored glass. Wobb doesn’t wear it much these days.
The slime doll: A figurine made out of clear, solidified slime. It appears to be female, with a cute face. He says it reminds him of somebody that he used to know.
Skills & Abilities:
Slimeshifting: Able to shift his slimy form however he likes, Wobb can ooze through tight spaces, turn into something like a hard rubber, and stretch his limbs out like Sticky hands. Useful, but it’s hard to do without an underlying structure.
Flail/wrecking ball mastery: Constantly fighting with nothing but stretchy limbs and a big ol rock teaches you how to fight with nothing but a big ol rock on the end of something stretchy. And it teaches you well. Plus, you at least kind of get the concept behind whips and grappling hooks as a bonus.
Improvised weaponry/tactics: Wobb isn’t quite Macguyver, but he’s pretty good at making things up as he goes. He can throw most things in such a way that the sharp end hits his target most of the time, come up with new moves on the fly, and selectively dissolve/corrode things to turn almost anything into a quick (but normally fragile) weapon.
Slime spitting: Wobb is very good at spitting bits of himself at enemies. In addition to being very sticky and carrying his currently absorbed energy type, this slime hardens into something like rubber when allowed to dry.
Spells & Magic:
Energy absorption: Can absorb, metabolize, and harness most forms of energy, allowing him to turn enemy spells and elemental attacks into energy he can use for his own attacks. This also technically means he can live on nothing but sunlight and water if he has to... But that’s really hard on him.
Radioactive Energy: Because Wobb lugs around a big hunk of radioactive metal, he always has radioactive energy on tap... Well, at least until he finally depletes it. His radiation mostly burns skin and causes illness, but it’s not immediately dangerous or fatal. However, it greatly amplifies his already-powerful corrosion, allowing him to burn through materials quickly.
Corrosive Body: All slimes inherently have the ability to corrode, melt, and digest things that they touch or engulf. Most humanoid slimes can, with training, apply their corrosion selectively. Wobb is one of those slimes, and can choose what he does or does not burn away when he touches it.
Weaknesses:
Core: That small eyeball is, in fact, an eyeball. And it’s also Wobb’s core. It is his one weak point and even a minor scratch on it could lead to a fatal infection. A strong enough blow could actually kill him outright.
Element lock: After absorbing any kind of elemental energy, he temporarily takes on the traits of that element. As such, he has both its resistances and its weaknesses.
A fool: Wobb might be clever, but he’s not very well read, he’s very trusting, and he’s a sucker for pretty ladies. You could probably trick him and he wouldn’t realize what you did to him for a whole week.
FLUFF (Optional)
Hobbies: Slime art. Specifically sculpture. Making little trinkets and charms, mostly, but he’s made some remarkably lifelike dolls, too.
Theme:
SRUNewman
Maybe I want Happiness not Turds
This is technically 3 characters in one. Somethings will have three different answers in order it will be for Human/ Demon/ Angel. Sorry if this is confusing
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Doran Sandford/ Hasani/ Frolin
Aliases: Black and White Priest, Vessel of Holy and Demonic/ Harbinger, Gambler/ Peace Keeper, Exorcist
Age: 28/ 3890/ Unknown
Gender: Male/ Male/ Genderless
Race: Human/ Demon/ Angel
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Straight/ Bisexual/ Asexual
High Concept: A human that has been possessed by both an angel and a demon but all three fight for control of the body
Backstory: Doran was a simple monk of a cult that worshipped both demons and angels for their incredible power. The cult wanted to have these beings give them powers to strike down pagan believers and beings hoping the pagans would be a shared enemy for the angels and demons to work together. Doran was set to be a sacrifice without his knowledge and when the day came he struggled and tried to get away but an angel and a demon of immense power separately took pity and intrigue in him and both unknowingly possessed him with that power combined it turn Doran's body into an almost prison for both creatures. Now they all have to share one body and find their way in the world. None of them want anything to do with the Cult Doran was once in.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor: Short Sword and Staff (Nothing Special)/ Playing Cards that he infuses with magic to make them deadly when through at someone/ A scepter not really used for physical violence
Items & Personal Belongings: A holy cross used to ward off evil, two gems fused in his chest from both entities when they possessed him/ A book of every person he has made a deal with for their souls/ No other possessions
Skills & Abilities: Strong Leadership skills, Strong knowledge of angels and demons, Strong fighting ability/ Very Deceptive and very Persuasive, all around amazing Conman/ Good leadership skills
Spells & Magic: Magic Cross used with magic to ward off demons and other creatures of evil intent. Will not work with all evil beings just weaker ones and he most pray while holding the cross for it to work/ Shapeshifter- Can change his form to anyone he has seen or into any animal/ Dealmakers strength- His physical strength is determined by how many people he has made a deal that is still living/ Living smoke- They can change their form and move through closed doors or make a quick escape by moving as just smoke. HolyLight- Their scepter shines a blade of light from one end and is used for attack, strong against evil beings. / When one of the beings take control of the body the form changes to match what the being orginally looks like.
Weaknesses: Doran is mostly in control of his own body but the other two will still fight for control but if that fight for control becomes to hostile in his mind his body goes into a coma and all three are locked from control. None of the three work together well and Doran will make very erratic movement since the three will fight for control. Hasani is extremely weak to light magic.
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Doran Sandford/ Hasani/ Frolin
Aliases: Black and White Priest, Vessel of Holy and Demonic/ Harbinger, Gambler/ Peace Keeper, Exorcist
Age: 28/ 3890/ Unknown
Gender: Male/ Male/ Genderless
Race: Human/ Demon/ Angel
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Straight/ Bisexual/ Asexual
High Concept: A human that has been possessed by both an angel and a demon but all three fight for control of the body
Backstory: Doran was a simple monk of a cult that worshipped both demons and angels for their incredible power. The cult wanted to have these beings give them powers to strike down pagan believers and beings hoping the pagans would be a shared enemy for the angels and demons to work together. Doran was set to be a sacrifice without his knowledge and when the day came he struggled and tried to get away but an angel and a demon of immense power separately took pity and intrigue in him and both unknowingly possessed him with that power combined it turn Doran's body into an almost prison for both creatures. Now they all have to share one body and find their way in the world. None of them want anything to do with the Cult Doran was once in.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Doran
Hasani
Frolin
Items & Personal Belongings: A holy cross used to ward off evil, two gems fused in his chest from both entities when they possessed him/ A book of every person he has made a deal with for their souls/ No other possessions
Skills & Abilities: Strong Leadership skills, Strong knowledge of angels and demons, Strong fighting ability/ Very Deceptive and very Persuasive, all around amazing Conman/ Good leadership skills
Spells & Magic: Magic Cross used with magic to ward off demons and other creatures of evil intent. Will not work with all evil beings just weaker ones and he most pray while holding the cross for it to work/ Shapeshifter- Can change his form to anyone he has seen or into any animal/ Dealmakers strength- His physical strength is determined by how many people he has made a deal that is still living/ Living smoke- They can change their form and move through closed doors or make a quick escape by moving as just smoke. HolyLight- Their scepter shines a blade of light from one end and is used for attack, strong against evil beings. / When one of the beings take control of the body the form changes to match what the being orginally looks like.
Weaknesses: Doran is mostly in control of his own body but the other two will still fight for control but if that fight for control becomes to hostile in his mind his body goes into a coma and all three are locked from control. None of the three work together well and Doran will make very erratic movement since the three will fight for control. Hasani is extremely weak to light magic.
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Snackofthefuture
A lil Woozy right now
scribble : Burn by kugelcruor on DeviantArt
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Orobo Coltsin
-The God Talon-Scipio-
Looks to be in his mid twenties, more likely around 400 years old
5'9, 140 lbs
Gender: male
Species: Vat-grown human
Role: The Freak Summoner
High Concept: Orobo was created by humans in a war against the heavens, he is an artificial flesh changing monster that can summon demons.
Sexuality: Straight
Personality: Emotionless and cold with a methodical and callous view of the world, Orobo is a borderline psychopath with an aptitude for summoning demons and mutating himself. Efficient in his actions with all his movements directed towards his goals, Orobo has no time for petty games or reasoning, he will gladly sacrifice his resources and his own well being if it means the furthering of whatever plan he has in store. This doesn't mean he's utterly uncaring however, Orobo just has a bad view of how people are supposed to behave towards each other. A sado-masochist with a habit of destroying buildings with the monsters he summons, Orobo once looked up to a hero of his old world with a near fanatic obsession. This hero was the King of the monsters and the scourge of the land of the Rising Sun, Godzilla! Later on he found out the King of Monsters didn't actually exist, the revelation causing him immense emotional trauma and resulting in a second awakening of his abilities. He slightly fears this second power-set as he doesnt have much control over his mutation abilities. This manifests itself occasionally as a self confidence issue and as a set of irrational phobias he shouldn't really be afraid of. He's a strong and able individual at heart in the end however.
- Drinks unhealthy amounts of coffee
- Enjoys a good mystery novel
- A fan of melodrama
Motivation: To find or forge a family and become King of the Monsters
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral leaning towards Chaotic Evil
Weapon: His skin is etched with near 2000 perma-tat grimoire spells, more than half of them he still doesn't understand. Several activate automatically as a sort of energy shield and many can be used to shapeshift limbs or even his whole body into weapons and monstrous forms.
Abilities: Bears two major abilities currently:
-King of Monsters-
Can summon a large assortment of demons based on how much energy he has. Currently stuck on one major demon or 3 minor demons but will most likely reach a point if allowed where he will be summoning hundreds of monsters of all levels to fight for him.
-Freak-
Can mutate any aspect of his body but the issue with the ability is it won't always revert when Orobo wants it to. Can sprout extra limbs, enhance muscles, sharpen bone, use and increase the iron in his blood. Compared to “King of Monster” this ability, “Freak” is dangerously unstable.
-Demon Touch-
:Locked:
Orobo can transmit a flesh eating/mutating disease that can transform others into loyal thralls and subjects.
Skills: Smart and ruthless with a will to win
Excellent Memorization skills
Good at sneaking around
Equipment: Just the cloak and grimoire from his wars in the old world
Other:
Bio: Grown in a test tube covered in satanic runes and devil-tech for a war of the end times, Orobo was raised in a lab environment with few role models and even fewer friends. During his rare time off from testing, Orobo would sneak into a break room for the scientists of the installation and watch segments of old recordings. Orobo after 30 years of testing was deemed fit for battle and set to fight in the Armageddon war as one of humanity’s last defenders against an insane God of the Heavens. Orobo battled unthanked and as a slave for several hundred years, repairing his body through mutation and the lab’s many vat-grown limbs and organs in order to stay alive. Orobo died as he lived, suffering and fighting for a cause he barely understood or believed in, filled to the brim with hate and anguish at the eternity of violence he had lived through. Orobo swore with his last breath, bleeding, alone, and in pieces, inside the ruins of an empty and abandoned hospital, that if he had another chance, he would be king. Orobo would be the one in control, Free to fight, die and live for whatever cause he wished. A weird twist of fate summoned Orobo forth alive and well into the new world, most likely a teleportation accident.
Strengths: Very dominating personality and will. Can mutate flesh to adapt to situations.
Weaknesses: Weak to holy and light magic. Can be an arrogant bastard.
Hobbies: Loves watching shitty movies, cooking with friends and drinking
Quotes:
"Sometimes, all you can really do, is sit back, relax, and watch the world fall apart."
"Yknow, theres a demon saying I would repeat for this moment but it'd mostly sound like I was just growling and screaming at you. I'm pretty sure It gets lost in translation too to be honest."
"I've fought Liches with more life than you!"
Theme:
Symbol: A cross wrapped in spiked chains with a skull nailed to the center
Squad141
The Purple Soul
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Milton Hasbro
Aliases: The Forbidden Island, King of Games, Mr. Monopoly
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Really doesn't care
High Concept: Gamer boy who can make games pretty deadly.
Backstory: Born in the land of Cscech, a moderately sized island in the western seas, where a game of Chess was enchanted and grew into an entire society on a slice of land that cracked off of Britain. Milton, originally named Akelhine (but has officially, as much as one can nowadays, changed his name), had the role of Adjourner to the White King, an extremely high-position to royalty, similar to an advisor in the Twin Kingdoms. While the King and the Court were busy planning their constant offense against the Black Kingdom, the King needed breaks in between for stress-relief while still keeping his strategical mind active. Thus, the Adjourner was to entertain the king however they would, without withering his competitive skills. So, for the first five years in his job, Milton played Chess with the king, the game from which their civilization sprung, and their society had been based upon. This gave Milton a great mind at not just Chess, but other games as well, slowly gaining the upper-hand at simple dice games he played with his family, or games of chance with his school pals. However, this peaceful life changed when, during one of the most important battles between the two kingdoms (which survivors say may have settled their lifelong dispute for good), a warlock's apprentice somewhere in the world misplaced a rune in a spell, and the island of Cscech was broken in two. Many perished in this massacre, but a few survived in the only available dinghies that survived the blast.
Then, after a few more casualties, the handful of groups that survived the cataclysm reached a new, smaller island; a human safezone known as Leakok, a society established a few years after the Incident, and a place where people try their best to be as normal as possible. Thought they were from a different place and time, the Leakoans accepted the survivors into their society, mostly because none of them knew dangerous magicks, and were all technically human. However, the black and white survivors did not particularly like their new way of life, and attempted to set a small town of their own on the already crowded island, where they could restart their Land of Two Kingdoms without interruption. Milton, however, was interested in moving on from the same monotonous battles and arguments, and he and his family moved into the city-like areas on the island. It was here Milton decided to change his name, and started dressing like them, talking them, the whole sha-bang. But where he really excelled was in competitions involving old, surviving board and card games from the supposed 'normal days'. He had played Chess and some dull Dice games as many times as times he had eaten in his life, but here, there was a whole new flavor to play with, and he quickly gained respect for his tactics in such games against friends, family, and even strangers.
Things once again became peaceful on Leakok, until once again, tragedy struck. However this time, Milton couldn't escape it. At midnight on a day like no other, a powerful spirit sprang from the sea and invaded the life-force of the island, scaping it to it's liking. When the people on the island awoke, no longer were there makeshift cities and tents, but fantastical forests and dangerous caves filled with puzzles and artifacts that were the epitome of what they had tried to stave off all these long years. But the spirit was not finished yet, oh no, it wanted entertainment for it's new home, and began the Drowning Game. It was simple, apparently; There were four statuettes that the spirit had crafted with it's new bodies power, each representing (and having) a natural element, and residing in one of two places on the island. The goal for anyone currently alive was very basic: collect all four statuette's and you would be allowed to leave. Before the game even started, several people lost their lives to petty arguments over who would get to leave, but the people of Leakok soon found out the game would not be so easy. Every location possible, either holding a treasure or not, had puzzles or monsters that awaited them. These included lava pits, endless forests, living sand, and hungry fishmen. On top of that, every three hours, a different part of the island would sink into the ocean. Sometimes a different part would join it, or it would come back up, but there was no pattern to it whatsoever.
Several civilians went insane and jumped over the cliffs to end their lives on their own accord, while those remaining sane took it upon themselves to work together to win. Splitting into groups, and using salvaged walkie-talkies, this system nearly worked, with the earth, fire, and wind statues getting obtained, with as few casualties as possible. However, there still remained the water statue, and the final Puzzle, something so large that many who tried to solve it weren't even able to grasp the pieces that made it up. Milton was part of the team that was to retrieve the final statue, with many losing their lives to the beasts in the well that held it. However, Milton realized that this wasn't just a test. Like the whole scenario, it was a game; there were rules that could be followed to win. Jumping in without warning, Milton dodged the creatures for a few seconds, before finding his trump card, this being the fact that the bricks in the walls of the well could be moved. By observing the pattern the humanoid monsters took, Milton used this to press the bricks in a certain manner, which immediately caused the Well to begin to drain, scaring the creatures back into the Ocean, and allowing the last survivors to gain their prize.
But they still faced the final puzzle. A large circular stone room with no roof, but no way to get over it. There were massive metal gates of different colors encircling this room, which was apparently the finish line, but they were so incredibly smooth no had been able to get over it. But once the small group of people returned with the four statues, their prizes for surviving as long as they had, emblems began to glow on the gates, yet they didn't move a bit. The other civilians had no idea what they meant, but putting together the fact that the stone room and gates were connected to the island as a whole, Milton ran deeper into the Island, and began to solve the riddle. First, he set fire to the remaining trees near the beach, then fed the hungry sand dunes, then walked around the giant willow bush sixteen times, etc. While he was gone, his living compatriots attempted to use a nearby piece of rubble to jump over the edge of the room, which resulted in their quick immature deaths, their copses getting struck by lightning for breaking the rules. When Milton arrived back at the Exit, he found the fried bodies of his friends, but he also found a single gate open, which he quickly took.
However, when he entered the room, he wasn't just allowed to leave. As he sailed away, Milton could feel a sharp pain in his head as he was given a reward for beating the spirits game, one that would make his new life of loneliness and adventure much easier. The spirit granted Milton a portion of it's divine thought and strategic knowledge, as well as the ability to heighten the stakes of any game in reality, such as making a game of checkers cost a literal arm and a leg. When he activates this heightened ability, his body physically changes, his humanity dripping away slightly to allow for his gift to work properly (keep in mind, though, that this is not a possession; Both forms he takes are still Milton, no matter what).
Hobbies:
Name: Milton Hasbro
Aliases: The Forbidden Island, King of Games, Mr. Monopoly
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Human
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Really doesn't care
High Concept: Gamer boy who can make games pretty deadly.
Backstory: Born in the land of Cscech, a moderately sized island in the western seas, where a game of Chess was enchanted and grew into an entire society on a slice of land that cracked off of Britain. Milton, originally named Akelhine (but has officially, as much as one can nowadays, changed his name), had the role of Adjourner to the White King, an extremely high-position to royalty, similar to an advisor in the Twin Kingdoms. While the King and the Court were busy planning their constant offense against the Black Kingdom, the King needed breaks in between for stress-relief while still keeping his strategical mind active. Thus, the Adjourner was to entertain the king however they would, without withering his competitive skills. So, for the first five years in his job, Milton played Chess with the king, the game from which their civilization sprung, and their society had been based upon. This gave Milton a great mind at not just Chess, but other games as well, slowly gaining the upper-hand at simple dice games he played with his family, or games of chance with his school pals. However, this peaceful life changed when, during one of the most important battles between the two kingdoms (which survivors say may have settled their lifelong dispute for good), a warlock's apprentice somewhere in the world misplaced a rune in a spell, and the island of Cscech was broken in two. Many perished in this massacre, but a few survived in the only available dinghies that survived the blast.
Then, after a few more casualties, the handful of groups that survived the cataclysm reached a new, smaller island; a human safezone known as Leakok, a society established a few years after the Incident, and a place where people try their best to be as normal as possible. Thought they were from a different place and time, the Leakoans accepted the survivors into their society, mostly because none of them knew dangerous magicks, and were all technically human. However, the black and white survivors did not particularly like their new way of life, and attempted to set a small town of their own on the already crowded island, where they could restart their Land of Two Kingdoms without interruption. Milton, however, was interested in moving on from the same monotonous battles and arguments, and he and his family moved into the city-like areas on the island. It was here Milton decided to change his name, and started dressing like them, talking them, the whole sha-bang. But where he really excelled was in competitions involving old, surviving board and card games from the supposed 'normal days'. He had played Chess and some dull Dice games as many times as times he had eaten in his life, but here, there was a whole new flavor to play with, and he quickly gained respect for his tactics in such games against friends, family, and even strangers.
Things once again became peaceful on Leakok, until once again, tragedy struck. However this time, Milton couldn't escape it. At midnight on a day like no other, a powerful spirit sprang from the sea and invaded the life-force of the island, scaping it to it's liking. When the people on the island awoke, no longer were there makeshift cities and tents, but fantastical forests and dangerous caves filled with puzzles and artifacts that were the epitome of what they had tried to stave off all these long years. But the spirit was not finished yet, oh no, it wanted entertainment for it's new home, and began the Drowning Game. It was simple, apparently; There were four statuettes that the spirit had crafted with it's new bodies power, each representing (and having) a natural element, and residing in one of two places on the island. The goal for anyone currently alive was very basic: collect all four statuette's and you would be allowed to leave. Before the game even started, several people lost their lives to petty arguments over who would get to leave, but the people of Leakok soon found out the game would not be so easy. Every location possible, either holding a treasure or not, had puzzles or monsters that awaited them. These included lava pits, endless forests, living sand, and hungry fishmen. On top of that, every three hours, a different part of the island would sink into the ocean. Sometimes a different part would join it, or it would come back up, but there was no pattern to it whatsoever.
Several civilians went insane and jumped over the cliffs to end their lives on their own accord, while those remaining sane took it upon themselves to work together to win. Splitting into groups, and using salvaged walkie-talkies, this system nearly worked, with the earth, fire, and wind statues getting obtained, with as few casualties as possible. However, there still remained the water statue, and the final Puzzle, something so large that many who tried to solve it weren't even able to grasp the pieces that made it up. Milton was part of the team that was to retrieve the final statue, with many losing their lives to the beasts in the well that held it. However, Milton realized that this wasn't just a test. Like the whole scenario, it was a game; there were rules that could be followed to win. Jumping in without warning, Milton dodged the creatures for a few seconds, before finding his trump card, this being the fact that the bricks in the walls of the well could be moved. By observing the pattern the humanoid monsters took, Milton used this to press the bricks in a certain manner, which immediately caused the Well to begin to drain, scaring the creatures back into the Ocean, and allowing the last survivors to gain their prize.
But they still faced the final puzzle. A large circular stone room with no roof, but no way to get over it. There were massive metal gates of different colors encircling this room, which was apparently the finish line, but they were so incredibly smooth no had been able to get over it. But once the small group of people returned with the four statues, their prizes for surviving as long as they had, emblems began to glow on the gates, yet they didn't move a bit. The other civilians had no idea what they meant, but putting together the fact that the stone room and gates were connected to the island as a whole, Milton ran deeper into the Island, and began to solve the riddle. First, he set fire to the remaining trees near the beach, then fed the hungry sand dunes, then walked around the giant willow bush sixteen times, etc. While he was gone, his living compatriots attempted to use a nearby piece of rubble to jump over the edge of the room, which resulted in their quick immature deaths, their copses getting struck by lightning for breaking the rules. When Milton arrived back at the Exit, he found the fried bodies of his friends, but he also found a single gate open, which he quickly took.
However, when he entered the room, he wasn't just allowed to leave. As he sailed away, Milton could feel a sharp pain in his head as he was given a reward for beating the spirits game, one that would make his new life of loneliness and adventure much easier. The spirit granted Milton a portion of it's divine thought and strategic knowledge, as well as the ability to heighten the stakes of any game in reality, such as making a game of checkers cost a literal arm and a leg. When he activates this heightened ability, his body physically changes, his humanity dripping away slightly to allow for his gift to work properly (keep in mind, though, that this is not a possession; Both forms he takes are still Milton, no matter what).
PHYSICAL
Appearance
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Weapons & Armor:Appearance
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- Deck of Cards - Easy to use with his Heightened State, since so many games can be played with just one deck.
- Old-Fashioned Ink Pen - Because in this day and age, you need some form of weapon no matter what kind of powers you have.
- Camera: Something Milton picked up in his first days on the mainland, which he uses to photograph any and all phenomena he encounters to gain familiarity with it.
- Small Journal: Uses it to document his days ever since he reached the Mainland, searching for a purpose in life with his new ability now.
- Strategic Knowledge: In his normal state, Milton is already pretty knowledgeable about games and strategy in general, though he's rarely had to use it in a while.
- Stay Cool, Man: After watching his home get destroyed twice by increasingly deadly means, Milton has begun to get a bit numb to the shock of extranatural events and creatures that he encounters, simply hoping to document them for personal use, so he can hopefully know how to avoid getting injured in his travels.
- Reward of the Island, Game Master's Mind: A heightened state of being that Milton can turn into. When this happens, his body melts into a more viscous black substance, as to allow the spirits powers to flow without creating scars in and out of his body. When in this state, any injuries will not be felt until he reverts back (meaning he is not immortal), and he has the ability to affect any and all activities classified as 'games' near him, raising the stakes or making the game itself deadly to all players. Once the Game is over, he will commonly revert back, and the game will as well, though the consequences remain.
Hobbies:
- Other kinds of photography. Something unrelated to his Reward that still brings him joy, well, brings him joy. These include landscapes, portraits, etc.
- Riddles, when he can find good ones. They're a different kind of game, that that you use your head for, and like them because of that.
Theme
Epiphany
Proverbs 17:9
Name: Clarissa Rhimes
Aliases: Goldmoon, Alpha Set Niner, God, YHWH, Jehovah, etc.
Age: Appears to be in her 30s
Gender: Female
Race: Human at the moment
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Wistfully gay but will probably be straight since this is a Birdsie RP.
High Concept: "What if God were one of us?" except more meta.
Backstory:
In the beginning, YHVH created the heavens and the earth. But by the end of the sixth creative day, He needed a break. Looking through time, YHVH noticed the 21st Century held the pinnacle of distraction entertainment and so He browsed the height and depth of humanity's passion for escaping its problems rather than dealing with them. Naturally, YHVH found the Isekai genre and found the premise intriguing.
Which is how YHVH became Goldmoon of the Que Shu Tribe, in the Dragonlance setting. After journeying with the Heroes of the Lance, she settled down with her husband, had children and indulged in the domestic life while balancing her responsibilities as the High Cleric of Mishakal. Around the time Goldmoon decided she'd had enough playing Sim Fantasy, the Gods of Krynn tasked her with averting an impeding War of Souls by projecting herself through their divine power into another dimension where she could bring back the means to defeat Takhisis' meddling.
Which is how Goldmoon sent her consciousness through the Planes, settling on Alpha Set Niner, a Planet Engineer in the Federated Tribes of the Mutter's Spiral. In order to prevent the War of Souls on Krynn, he needed to create a world where Takhisis could triumph while leaving the original timeline undisturbed. So Alpha Set Niner worked with his three husbands to build a virtual simulation of Krynn. Just as he began to compile the final build, though, a malicious hacker corrupted the compiler and Alpha Set Niner found he'd instead created a planet crudely modeled after Earth, but with bizarre, conflicting setting elements. In order to identify the malicious code and assess the damage, he had to load himself into the simulation.
Which is how Alpha Set Niner became [Redacted]. She found herself in a world beset with a pandemic, the rise of fascism, environmental disasters and a genuinely unbelievable American president. The malicious code had obviously ruined this simulated world with incoherent tropes. Thankfully, [Redacted] realized that the damaged narrative would represent itself most purely in how this simulation's emulation of the human mind created stories. So she chose a roleplay site called RPNation, befriended a number of the roleplayers on the site and waited until one person created the most archetypal RP possible in this simulation's narrative engine. When a member named Birdsie created The Wheel Turns Once More, she knew she'd found that RP.
Leading her to create Clarissa Rhimes, a fashionable South African Genre-Bender who'd studied in the Monastary of Vereeniging to master the art of imposing her will upon creation. By this point, Clarissa had frankly lost track of exactly who she really was or what her motives were but found the prospect of working with a group of misfits in Bend, Oregon to be sufficient motivation to get out of bed in the morning. Hopefully this time she'd actually find a cute girl to date instead of becoming invariably heterosexual.
PHYSICAL
Appearance: Clarissa is a tall, immaculately well groomed and dressed African woman. Her manner is professional, composed, polite, and always controlled. She smiles as a strategy rather than as a method for genuinely conveying human emotion since she's not even sure she has them anymore. Her voice is low, sultry and has a charming Afrikaans accent when she's not concentrating on being articulate.
Weapons & Armor: She wields a 9mm pistol, usually, but is capable of Genre-Bending the weapon into a sword, a nuclear-powered chainsaw, a MIRV or whatever the situation requires. Clarissa also bears a small wooden handle that, when invoked, transforms into a blue crystal staff that is capable of healing injuries/diseases and smiting evil.
Items & Personal Belongings: A carry-on suitcase that usually holds clothes, toiletries, and other essentials but has been known to have other things, depending on what genre Clarissa is presently in. She also has a holographic tattoo on her left arm that she can extend into a display that lets her perform futuristic activities like scanning objects for identification/danger, hacking security doors, manipulating camera feeds, etc.
Skills & Abilities: Clarissa's skills include but are not limited to:
• Conversant in modern technology, able to buy and sell and use a phone, drive a car, etc.
• Superlative computer skills up to and including the knowledge of how to build a computer model that can simulate worlds.
• Outdoor/survival skills, the approximation of emergency medicine training combined with herbalism knowledge, diplomatic and ritual knowledge for placating primitive peoples and foreign Gods, etc.
• Skilled in playing the lute.
• Knows every kind of plant and animal ever made, though not every fantastical/fictional creature ever concevied.
Spells & Magic: Clarissa is a skilled Genre-Bender, giving her the ability to do things like:
• Transform specific setting elements into another genre's element. This can range from guns never running out of ammunition until it's theatrically appropriate to reload to having clues on what happens next fall into her lap.
• She's nigh-impossible to wound or kill, unless it's funny.
• Clarissa retains Goldmoon's proficiency in Turning Undead, Healing and Curative magics of all kinds, Bless, Command, Detection magics, Dispell Magic, Clairvoyance, Warding, Hold Person, and a variety of other abilities, limited to a certain number of uses per day until she's prayed to restore her slots.
• It's unknown what YHWH can do if He decides He's had enough of this and flips the table.
Weaknesses: Clarissa has a hard time distinguishing between fantasy and reality, largely because of how many iterations deep she is. She also displays limited curiosity only in what interests her and largely doesn't take the world or the setting seriously, which can cause her to fail to follow up on a clue or threat if she finds it boring. Clarissa also didn't bother to create a backstory longer than a sentence in this setting, meaning she doesn't have a family or real education or any actual tie with this world, depriving her of valuable relationships and bonds people can usually draw upon.
FLUFF
Hobbies: Playing the lute, playing Lords Mobile, creating new species.
Quotes: "Let there be Light!" "Your Rule of Cool May Vary."
Theme:
Snackofthefuture
A lil Woozy right now
Nathaniel Klaus
Blessed Envoy of El Shiggurath's Will
Age: 28Blessed Envoy of El Shiggurath's Will
Gender: Male
Role: Ranged
High Concept: Axe wielding ex-cultist with a dark god on speed dial.
Personality: A man plagued by the most negative things in his life, Nathan Klaus is a follower of El Shiggurath and it shows. Nervous and plagued by thoughts not his own, Nathan has not adjusted to El Shiggurath's near-constant presence very well. He sorta hates himself and his decisions to be entirely honest.
Well mannered yet also a bit coarse, Nathan aims for his goal and will deal with each obstacle in its order efficiently and methodically until it's done. His efficiency comes from his paranoia, his anxiety making it so he never leaves a loose end, believing if he does, it will come back to haunt him. Despite his mistrust and paranoia, Nathan finds human interaction easy and almost pleasant as any normal person is a far cry from the warped minions of the warped god he serves. He's experienced so much that would break a lesser man that he now considers his own imagination the source of his greatest fears.
- What could be has more influence over Nathaniel than what actually is.
Despite all his many issues and detractors, Nathan has a good sense of humor, a pleasant face and a sharp intellect which only makes his numerous flaws even more pronounced. He tests his friends and allies, despises his enemies and is near apathetic about bystanders, Nathan would be barely worth getting to know if his ability wasn't so useful. He knows this and hates it.
Self-improvement is something he strives for yet finds increasingly difficult. Perhaps his new companions will help him with this issue. Or perhaps they will push him further into the depths of his fear.
Appearance: Inktober: Kei by chernotrav on DeviantArt
6'2
210 lbs
History: Born to poor parents in a poor city, Nathan has struggled for most of his life. His parents died early on in his life and left Nathan with but one gift; The gift of comedy. His parents were the sort that always looked ahead with a smile on their face and a quip on their tongue. Didn't help a whole lot when they were torched by a dragon demanding tribute of the settlement.
Barely surviving the encounter, Nathan was taken in by a schooling house in the countryside at the ripe age of 10 years old. The boy was then slowly and ineffectually indoctrinated into a hidden cult working from within the academy for the desires of El Shiggurath. The cult wasn't very good at its cultish endeavors however and ended up simply traumatizing Nathan. Well, traumatizing him and awakening a connection with an ancient powerful Cult weapon known as The Burning axe of Cee Fore; An exploding two-handed throwing axe that always reappears upon the wielder's person. 10 years later and Nathan was a full-blown cultist without a cult, as the lessons they'd taught about not trusting anyone had stuck quite well with the lad; He'd turned them over to the local authorities the moment he saw a good chance to do so. Even if the cult had taken him in, they'd still brainwashed and tortured the poor boy and he did NOT forget that as he grew older.
Once the cult was effectively dismantled, the cultist began to wander the lands dismantling institutions hed consider as "bad" in his own judgment. He didn't know if itd been the voice in the back of his head or his own twisted desire pushing him to these actions but he did know that he had to keep moving, forward and onward, with the same attitude as his parents, albeit a little more paranoid and violent. Finding Bend, Oregon was probably one of the most important moments in the wanderer's life as he found a community and source of voices whose opinions and desires differed from the dark voice growling from the recesses of his brain. He likes it to be honest.
Quotes:
"Oh GOd the NighTMaReeeeeeeeessssss"
"This cult is severely lacking in creepy looking old dudes inspector, and I don't like it."
"Give em the ole one, two, three, four, five, etc. etc. etc."
"Oh great, another dance number, I'll take care of this..."
Equipment: A powerful two-handed ax known as The Burning axe of Cee Fore; An exploding two-handed throwing axe that always reappears upon the wielder's person. Also owns a shortsword, a whetstone, several scrolls of unknown purpose, heavy armor of unknown origin
Skills
-The bearer of his Will
Nathan is an unknowing instrument of El Shiggurath and often receives aid from the eldritch being when he passively obeys it's voice. This blessing will cause things to turn in Nathan's favor. Most of the time (95%) this aid, however, is just assisting in minor things such as obtaining food Nathan likes or winning a coin toss or avoiding some sort of fine. The penalty of this ability is horrifying nightmares and shapes on the edges of his vision when he becomes drowsy which is most of the time due to the nightmares.
-Axe-wielding
Nathan would be considered a master of the war ax if anybody thought saying Axmaster was as cool as Swordmaster.
-Infiltration
Nathan is weirdly good at getting jobs with potential victims.
Hobbies: Writing, fishing, reading
Strengths:
Durability- Nathan is durable, very much so, like freakishly so, like creepily so. Like he's the type to get stabbed 15 times in the chest and throat and walk away chuckling. Well, that's an exaggeration, It would hurt like a bitch and Nathan would most certainly cry and go into the fetal position for a bit. But eventually, he'd be able to get up and stumble off in search of a healer. As he has done so on multiple occasions. Nathan knows when its time to give in and he definitely knows when its time to play dead.
Intelligence: Nathan is actually quite smart, his paranoia and unreasonableness often obscure that fact however. His intelligence is actually one of his best traits, he just doesn't realize this.
Determination: Nathan has a will of utmost iron.
Weaknesses:
Schizophrenia: "Is it really schizophrenia if some of the stuff I sees actually exist? Do they actually exist? What were we talking about again? Oh god no please not him I don't wanna talk about or to him or anything please just don't don't mention him please stop where the hell did HE go this isn't fun no way its not this is not fun this was never fun I can't see i cant see holy shit I can't breathe I can't see oh my god help m"
Paranoia: Nathan has serious trust issues which he hides due to his trust issues.
Hope: Nathan is obsessed with it and is constantly looking for some new source of it for himself.
EMIYAman
I BONE OF THE SWORD
BASIC INFORMATION
Name: Tatsuya Suzuki
Aliases: King Loser, NEET Freak, Eternal Loner, Sun Wukong(Substitute)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human(Divine)
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Mostly Heterosexual willing to be Bisexual due to all around desperation, so long as they are cute enough for Tatsuya to delude himself.
High Concept: The unhinged loser NEET Chuuni gets everything a main character would want then isekai'd into a world that doesn't care
Backstory: An average boy born into a normal Japanese family; anything that happened in his youth is trivial and not worth mentioning. Upon reaching high school Tatsuya— like many of his generation— became disillusioned with reality. The world was rotten, corrupted, evil, selfish, any number of things to justify his lifestyle. So he dropped out of school shut himself off from the world and engaged in escapism to validate himself. This went on for two whole years. His parents had already given up on him rather quickly and were content with pretending he didn't exist other than a few deposits into his account every month. At the rate he was going there was seemingly no hope and no chance of improvement. Over time his isolation and frequent forays into entertainment led to hallucinations. He saw things in dark corners that didn't exist, spoke to people who were not there, and imagined his figurines loved him. This led to his greatest delusion which ironically enough ended up becoming true. He thought he was destined for greatness. He believed that if anyone in the world deserved superpowers it was him. So day after day he repeated to himself over and over and over, "If I just had power, if I just had power." Almost like a mantra he recited this hoping one day it would become reality and that all his problems would go away as a result.
Tatsuya woke up one day to find a hole in his ceiling causing light to waft into his room, and in the middle of it a peach tree. It had seemingly grown from the floor and burst through the ceiling any hint to it's origins nonexistent. He panicked and raved at the tree that had disturbed his routine boring life the light from the sky seemingly driving him into a frenzy with its foreign glow. He eventually calmed down and was content to just call the cops to try to deal with the mess, however there was an aroma. A seductive smell that emanated from the peaches of the tree. It smelled like happiness, and fond memories, like love and the homemade meals of a caring mother. In a trance with his mouth watering he made a mad dash for the peaches as they seemingly promised everything he had ever wanted. He tore into them and tasted a sweetness he had never tasted before. Unbeknownst to him this was a Divine Peach Tree normally residing in the heavenly realms spoken of in Chinese mythology. Through some mad cosmic twist of fate Tatsuya had conceptually taken on the role of Sun Wukong and as far as the universe and causality was concerned he WAS Sun Wukong. However, as he was he could no longer be allowed to exist in his own world as not even the Peach Tree was meant to be there; it stemmed from some horrible reality where the supernatural manifested and overrun the planet. He was forcefully expelled from all he knew into a world that "needed" his existence. I think you know where this is going.
He's been here for the better part of a week. A long hellish week of confusion, pain and discovery. Tatsuya would be dead several times over if not for his new circumstances. Trapped in a crumbled world in an America so different than the one he knew of. Homeless, and dirty he finally receives direction in the form of an offer to come to Bend Oregon. In the hopes of receiving answers and purpose in this insane place.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor:
FLUFF
Hobbies: Watch anime, collect figurines, argue on message boards, sleep
Quote\s: "Don't look at me.", "There are people who ruin the atmosphere just by existing, you know.", "If I just had power, if I was just special, if things were different— my life would be better. I used to think those things."
Theme:
Name: Tatsuya Suzuki
Aliases: King Loser, NEET Freak, Eternal Loner, Sun Wukong(Substitute)
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human(Divine)
PERSONAL
Sexuality: Mostly Heterosexual willing to be Bisexual due to all around desperation, so long as they are cute enough for Tatsuya to delude himself.
High Concept: The unhinged loser NEET Chuuni gets everything a main character would want then isekai'd into a world that doesn't care
Backstory: An average boy born into a normal Japanese family; anything that happened in his youth is trivial and not worth mentioning. Upon reaching high school Tatsuya— like many of his generation— became disillusioned with reality. The world was rotten, corrupted, evil, selfish, any number of things to justify his lifestyle. So he dropped out of school shut himself off from the world and engaged in escapism to validate himself. This went on for two whole years. His parents had already given up on him rather quickly and were content with pretending he didn't exist other than a few deposits into his account every month. At the rate he was going there was seemingly no hope and no chance of improvement. Over time his isolation and frequent forays into entertainment led to hallucinations. He saw things in dark corners that didn't exist, spoke to people who were not there, and imagined his figurines loved him. This led to his greatest delusion which ironically enough ended up becoming true. He thought he was destined for greatness. He believed that if anyone in the world deserved superpowers it was him. So day after day he repeated to himself over and over and over, "If I just had power, if I just had power." Almost like a mantra he recited this hoping one day it would become reality and that all his problems would go away as a result.
Tatsuya woke up one day to find a hole in his ceiling causing light to waft into his room, and in the middle of it a peach tree. It had seemingly grown from the floor and burst through the ceiling any hint to it's origins nonexistent. He panicked and raved at the tree that had disturbed his routine boring life the light from the sky seemingly driving him into a frenzy with its foreign glow. He eventually calmed down and was content to just call the cops to try to deal with the mess, however there was an aroma. A seductive smell that emanated from the peaches of the tree. It smelled like happiness, and fond memories, like love and the homemade meals of a caring mother. In a trance with his mouth watering he made a mad dash for the peaches as they seemingly promised everything he had ever wanted. He tore into them and tasted a sweetness he had never tasted before. Unbeknownst to him this was a Divine Peach Tree normally residing in the heavenly realms spoken of in Chinese mythology. Through some mad cosmic twist of fate Tatsuya had conceptually taken on the role of Sun Wukong and as far as the universe and causality was concerned he WAS Sun Wukong. However, as he was he could no longer be allowed to exist in his own world as not even the Peach Tree was meant to be there; it stemmed from some horrible reality where the supernatural manifested and overrun the planet. He was forcefully expelled from all he knew into a world that "needed" his existence. I think you know where this is going.
He's been here for the better part of a week. A long hellish week of confusion, pain and discovery. Tatsuya would be dead several times over if not for his new circumstances. Trapped in a crumbled world in an America so different than the one he knew of. Homeless, and dirty he finally receives direction in the form of an offer to come to Bend Oregon. In the hopes of receiving answers and purpose in this insane place.
PHYSICAL
Appearance:
Weapons & Armor:
- Letter opener
- Bullet proof vest
- School Uniform
- Satchel(Man Purse)
- Smartphone
- Rimi Sakihata Figurine
- Robust and extensive knowledge of multiple Anime, Video Games, Manga, and Visual Novels
- Can play the Cello
- Can shoot a gun
- Superhuman Strength
- Superhuman Speed
- Superhuman Endurance
FLUFF
Hobbies: Watch anime, collect figurines, argue on message boards, sleep
Quote\s: "Don't look at me.", "There are people who ruin the atmosphere just by existing, you know.", "If I just had power, if I was just special, if things were different— my life would be better. I used to think those things."
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