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Yes, i know. I put the text in, but the escapist likes to eat it against my preferences. I've tried but it just keeps happening. If you quote the OP it'll all be there.LevROLL said:
Ok here's my champion, they may undergo some (possibly major) changes depending on how I feel about it tomorrow.
Title: The Book Keeper.
Appearance: Almost human, although the number of arms and fingers is not definite, and seems to change as the situation demands, their other features lurch and blur, only settling in place long enough to hold a conversation; but unable to fully shed the humanoid form. They are constantly accompanied by a strange fluttering noise and surrounded by a flowing tide of words and letters which morphs around their form, which arrange themselves into full pages and even whole books when the Book Keeper is agitated.
Who They Used to be: In the universe there was art, and one of its oldest shapes was the story, as time progressed the stories were bound onto pages, and held together for posterity, the creature who became the Book Keeper lived out their life surrounded by these texts, slowly building a wall to shut them off from the outside world, their interaction with those not in the pages eventually fell away completely, but they became attuned with the books, linking to them in a way which no one could explain, transferring their powers.
Personality: The Book Keeper has little time for reality, and is only attempting to reclaim what texts he can throughout his travels; they can seem rude at times but knows people will be less willing to help them if they are.
Equipment: 1- The Restoring Kit: Repairs items, less effective on weaponry.
2- The Guidebook: Provides a rudimentary map of every area in the universe.
3- The Archive: A seemingly limitless area the Book Keeper somehow keeps on their person, it can store any object and can be fled into for research and escaping foes.
Techniques: 1- The Fantasy: A sword appears in The Book Keeper?s hands, it is unbreakable, but requires great effort to keep it real.
2- The Space Opera: A strange black gun appears and fires deadly beams of light, requires even more effort than the sword to keep real.
3- The Bestiary: Grants the Book Keeper immediate knowledge on whatever subject they desire, much easier to use, but the effects have a time limit.
Creator: N/A as of this point.
Mode of Transport: The Book Keeper enters the Guidebook, which materialises at their destination, the Book Keeper steps out.
Appearance: Almost human, although the number of arms and fingers is not definite, and seems to change as the situation demands, their other features lurch and blur, only settling in place long enough to hold a conversation; but unable to fully shed the humanoid form. They are constantly accompanied by a strange fluttering noise and surrounded by a flowing tide of words and letters which morphs around their form, which arrange themselves into full pages and even whole books when the Book Keeper is agitated.
Who They Used to be: In the universe there was art, and one of its oldest shapes was the story, as time progressed the stories were bound onto pages, and held together for posterity, the creature who became the Book Keeper lived out their life surrounded by these texts, slowly building a wall to shut them off from the outside world, their interaction with those not in the pages eventually fell away completely, but they became attuned with the books, linking to them in a way which no one could explain, transferring their powers.
Personality: The Book Keeper has little time for reality, and is only attempting to reclaim what texts he can throughout his travels; they can seem rude at times but knows people will be less willing to help them if they are.
Equipment: 1- The Restoring Kit: Repairs items, less effective on weaponry.
2- The Guidebook: Provides a rudimentary map of every area in the universe.
3- The Archive: A seemingly limitless area the Book Keeper somehow keeps on their person, it can store any object and can be fled into for research and escaping foes.
Techniques: 1- The Fantasy: A sword appears in The Book Keeper?s hands, it is unbreakable, but requires great effort to keep it real.
2- The Space Opera: A strange black gun appears and fires deadly beams of light, requires even more effort than the sword to keep real.
3- The Bestiary: Grants the Book Keeper immediate knowledge on whatever subject they desire, much easier to use, but the effects have a time limit.
Creator: N/A as of this point.
Mode of Transport: The Book Keeper enters the Guidebook, which materialises at their destination, the Book Keeper steps out.
Title: AR-12-82, Spiders Bite Unit
Appearance: Priscilla appears human, from what of her body can be seen. ?Standing? up to five feet from her base to her legs she has the form of a young, lithe woman, and could be seen as attractive with her near-golden eyes and silver hair, though what beautiful looks could be taken from this are utterly demolished by the equal parts mechanic suit and life support system she is integrated into. The only organic part of her visible would be her torso and head, at the waist she is seamlessly put into a mechanical base that supports her from four arched legs, ending in clawed and hooked feet.
The rest of her is ?Detachable? as she puts it. She has two prosthetic arms, a pair where a normal person would have them and two larger, much more mechanical appearing ones that attach slightly above and to the back of her; each one is fully functional and can act independent of the other with visible ease. On her back there is a larger metallic protrusion, with two glowing cylinders extending from it, these serve as both power rods and a cooling system for a computer that helps her control and organize all of her finer actions that would take more thought in a battle, and control of the subunits she can create. She also wears a metal headset, a metallic brace coming across her chin which loans itself to a near mandible-like appearance, this has two aiming reticules that can extend over her eyes, with four orange glowing lights on the outside that allow her to see to an extreme distance and in detail for all conditions.
(Reference Image: http://sonohara.donmai.us/data/sample/sample-16a9a4278a8e234f1421b43d208df6ad.jpg )
Who they used to be: Who she used to be is mostly and cannot be recovered, a rank and file soldier who performed her duty best she could in a place where being a foot soldier was reserved as punishment for extreme criminals. This girl was indeed a strange sight, but one that performed her duties admirably and in the end, was highly expendable. So it came as no surprise when her unit was sent in and slaughtered to spearhead a push for an important land bridge leading to an enemy capital, she didn?t last 30 minutes before being rocked from this world by an explosive.
Though while some soldier as remembered for skill, cunning, strength and guile, others as remembered simply for their refusal to die. When medical machines were automatically scouring the piles of dead once the land was secured, she was found, legs then stumps and only her one arm remaining up to the elbow with which she was dragging herself along with. Heavy with infection and followed by a cloud of flies she was picked up by one of the Robo-Docs and brought back to basecamp. At first it was thought that they simply malfunctioned and brought back a fetid corpse, at least until it tried to speak with a lounge that was no longer there.
The army medics saw this as an ample opportunity to test something they?ve been working on back at the capital. A new artificial soldier program where she would be a fine prototype. From there she spent five years on a slab, dead but dreaming while hooked up to numerous life support machines that kept her stubborn heart pumping. Her nervous system, organs, and skin were all replaced with tube grown replacements or simply synthetic alternatives. She to be the first example of a stealth\combat drone though upon presentation of the finished, yet non activated, model it was denied as a unneeded waste of military supplies, simply not being economic enough to have an entire unit of such things. It was ordered to be powered down and stored for disassembly later, though it fell through the cracks of red tape and was left simply lying in what was essentially a metal coffin in the back of a massive government warehouse. Though what may not live can eternal lie, as eventually a spark in her mind woke her from this extended coma only to find her trapped, or at least until the end of the world came.
Now she is free, certainly qualifying for status as an abomination from where she was but that is no longer relevant. Wandering as a misfit she has since found herself a leader and can continue doing what she always thought she was best at, following order and doing a soldier?s duty.
Personality: She comes in two flavors that can literally come and go at the flip of a switch.
On one hand you have the girl herself, she is a snide individual and rather dismissive of life and wary of others with a Seen-It-All personality that leaves her rather unflappable. She is still a trained killer who is more than willing to end someone just because it?d be easier to go through them than around them. This possibly leads to things getting excessively messy. Though can also have a rather extreme temper than can end in one of the nearer things to her suffering an excessively painful fate. This part of her is more or less all of what she was before, if not somewhat more sadistic than normal, she is still technically a person, and can be reasoned with, though your chances aren?t that high of getting anywhere with this stubborn individual.
During stressful or highly demanding times she essentially shuts out her emotional side in order to concentrate and becomes much more goal oriented, cold and working with a machine like efficiency and strives to get results within the mission?s parameters. This one is much less confrontational, preferring stealth to explosive force.
Equipment : Aside from her necessary equipment, she wields a specialized rifle with an extendable scope that can be between a semi-automatic weapon for mid-to-short range though with a change of ammo and barrel she can turn it into an extremely effective sniper rifle that can tear through any individual with great force.
She also has an energy blade that can be used in close quarters, though her artificial arms are formidable enough in their own right this weapon opts as a handy alternative, and as she thinks it is pretty fucking cool.
Her most key weapon, though, would be her legion of small spider bombs. Tiny scurrying bombs that are essentially the size of a cue ball with a single yellow eye carried on four spindly legs. Each one carries an explosive charge equivalent to a stick of dynamite and can be remotely detonated or set to a proximity\contact explosion.
Techniques : Hyperkinetic Gravity Field: Firing up a powerful electromagnet coil, she can essentially tamper with gravities fields around her in a very limited area, lightening it enough that she can perform acrobatic leaps that would normally be impossible for her in her current state to outright reversing it, allowing her to walk on walls and ceilings as though it were completely normal.
Corrosive Charges: AR-12 is capable of creating a caustic acid grenade by cycling acidic refuse from her power supply to small canisters, these corrosives carry a small explosive charge to spread the contagion to a generally wide area, this can eat through even the strongest of metals and flesh like they were rice paper in the rain. She is also able to trace the fumes left behind by bringing down her aiming reticule where it appears as a vibrant and easily follow-able green.
Recon Interface: This tiny, and handy, ability is minor but a personal favorite of AR-12. She is a mechanical interface that allows her to direct and control a multitude or just one of her many spider bombs, used mainly as recon or for directing a charge down a narrow area, she can see and hear whatever the drone can.
Creator: Asmodeus
Appearance: Priscilla appears human, from what of her body can be seen. ?Standing? up to five feet from her base to her legs she has the form of a young, lithe woman, and could be seen as attractive with her near-golden eyes and silver hair, though what beautiful looks could be taken from this are utterly demolished by the equal parts mechanic suit and life support system she is integrated into. The only organic part of her visible would be her torso and head, at the waist she is seamlessly put into a mechanical base that supports her from four arched legs, ending in clawed and hooked feet.
The rest of her is ?Detachable? as she puts it. She has two prosthetic arms, a pair where a normal person would have them and two larger, much more mechanical appearing ones that attach slightly above and to the back of her; each one is fully functional and can act independent of the other with visible ease. On her back there is a larger metallic protrusion, with two glowing cylinders extending from it, these serve as both power rods and a cooling system for a computer that helps her control and organize all of her finer actions that would take more thought in a battle, and control of the subunits she can create. She also wears a metal headset, a metallic brace coming across her chin which loans itself to a near mandible-like appearance, this has two aiming reticules that can extend over her eyes, with four orange glowing lights on the outside that allow her to see to an extreme distance and in detail for all conditions.
(Reference Image: http://sonohara.donmai.us/data/sample/sample-16a9a4278a8e234f1421b43d208df6ad.jpg )
Who they used to be: Who she used to be is mostly and cannot be recovered, a rank and file soldier who performed her duty best she could in a place where being a foot soldier was reserved as punishment for extreme criminals. This girl was indeed a strange sight, but one that performed her duties admirably and in the end, was highly expendable. So it came as no surprise when her unit was sent in and slaughtered to spearhead a push for an important land bridge leading to an enemy capital, she didn?t last 30 minutes before being rocked from this world by an explosive.
Though while some soldier as remembered for skill, cunning, strength and guile, others as remembered simply for their refusal to die. When medical machines were automatically scouring the piles of dead once the land was secured, she was found, legs then stumps and only her one arm remaining up to the elbow with which she was dragging herself along with. Heavy with infection and followed by a cloud of flies she was picked up by one of the Robo-Docs and brought back to basecamp. At first it was thought that they simply malfunctioned and brought back a fetid corpse, at least until it tried to speak with a lounge that was no longer there.
The army medics saw this as an ample opportunity to test something they?ve been working on back at the capital. A new artificial soldier program where she would be a fine prototype. From there she spent five years on a slab, dead but dreaming while hooked up to numerous life support machines that kept her stubborn heart pumping. Her nervous system, organs, and skin were all replaced with tube grown replacements or simply synthetic alternatives. She to be the first example of a stealth\combat drone though upon presentation of the finished, yet non activated, model it was denied as a unneeded waste of military supplies, simply not being economic enough to have an entire unit of such things. It was ordered to be powered down and stored for disassembly later, though it fell through the cracks of red tape and was left simply lying in what was essentially a metal coffin in the back of a massive government warehouse. Though what may not live can eternal lie, as eventually a spark in her mind woke her from this extended coma only to find her trapped, or at least until the end of the world came.
Now she is free, certainly qualifying for status as an abomination from where she was but that is no longer relevant. Wandering as a misfit she has since found herself a leader and can continue doing what she always thought she was best at, following order and doing a soldier?s duty.
Personality: She comes in two flavors that can literally come and go at the flip of a switch.
On one hand you have the girl herself, she is a snide individual and rather dismissive of life and wary of others with a Seen-It-All personality that leaves her rather unflappable. She is still a trained killer who is more than willing to end someone just because it?d be easier to go through them than around them. This possibly leads to things getting excessively messy. Though can also have a rather extreme temper than can end in one of the nearer things to her suffering an excessively painful fate. This part of her is more or less all of what she was before, if not somewhat more sadistic than normal, she is still technically a person, and can be reasoned with, though your chances aren?t that high of getting anywhere with this stubborn individual.
During stressful or highly demanding times she essentially shuts out her emotional side in order to concentrate and becomes much more goal oriented, cold and working with a machine like efficiency and strives to get results within the mission?s parameters. This one is much less confrontational, preferring stealth to explosive force.
Equipment : Aside from her necessary equipment, she wields a specialized rifle with an extendable scope that can be between a semi-automatic weapon for mid-to-short range though with a change of ammo and barrel she can turn it into an extremely effective sniper rifle that can tear through any individual with great force.
She also has an energy blade that can be used in close quarters, though her artificial arms are formidable enough in their own right this weapon opts as a handy alternative, and as she thinks it is pretty fucking cool.
Her most key weapon, though, would be her legion of small spider bombs. Tiny scurrying bombs that are essentially the size of a cue ball with a single yellow eye carried on four spindly legs. Each one carries an explosive charge equivalent to a stick of dynamite and can be remotely detonated or set to a proximity\contact explosion.
Techniques : Hyperkinetic Gravity Field: Firing up a powerful electromagnet coil, she can essentially tamper with gravities fields around her in a very limited area, lightening it enough that she can perform acrobatic leaps that would normally be impossible for her in her current state to outright reversing it, allowing her to walk on walls and ceilings as though it were completely normal.
Corrosive Charges: AR-12 is capable of creating a caustic acid grenade by cycling acidic refuse from her power supply to small canisters, these corrosives carry a small explosive charge to spread the contagion to a generally wide area, this can eat through even the strongest of metals and flesh like they were rice paper in the rain. She is also able to trace the fumes left behind by bringing down her aiming reticule where it appears as a vibrant and easily follow-able green.
Recon Interface: This tiny, and handy, ability is minor but a personal favorite of AR-12. She is a mechanical interface that allows her to direct and control a multitude or just one of her many spider bombs, used mainly as recon or for directing a charge down a narrow area, she can see and hear whatever the drone can.
Creator: Asmodeus
Hello there everybody, here's my sheet. Looking forward to an interesting time here!
done.avouleance2nd said:
Also, my second post contains the given champs for easy access reference.
Getting close to starting. If anyone needs to post a sheet before we do either do so quick or PM me that you're doing so.
Not everyone. I'm selecting sheets. Soon we'll be done. Right now you can post a sheet, but later, not so muchLevROLL said:
Edit: never mind. I just saw that the person I had in mind already has one.
Quick question though...
can I roleplay a masterless Champion?
His master being dead, but still has the power of a Champion?
Quick question though...
can I roleplay a masterless Champion?
His master being dead, but still has the power of a Champion?
Go ahead. try to hurry up. I'm planning on starting either tomorrow or wednesday (My time. Right now it's 10:16 PM)TheDoctor455 said:
EDIT: I'd prefer if you didn't. Nothing says you can't, though.
Title: The Endless
Appearance: The Endless takes the form of an enormous, regal, kingly man chiseled of immaculate white stone. A set of bulky, silvery, stone armor is fused to his mountain-like form, carved ornately and covered with the shapes of creatures long lost to time. A large, stony beard falls from his chin and acts like real hair. Upon his head he bears an extravagant crown of gold adorned with crystals and gemstones of all shapes and sizes. His voice is loud and booming, commanding, and can be heard all throughout his domain.
Personality: The Endless is, above all else, patient. Oftentimes, The Endless is aloof and disinterested. He understands that not all things may go as he wishes, but is still commanding and always expects some results. Belied by his stony exterior is a fierce determination to command and control all he lays his eyes on. Having only recently been introduced to the world of matter and true existence after abstaining from it for so long, his jealousy and anger have mounted into a consuming urge to conquer. And conquer. And conquer.
Who they used to be: The Endless is as he has always been. Long before, he awaited in the dark and the cold, watching as many worlds revolved around him and changed and changed. Disinterest turned to jealousy turned to anger turned to hate. And now that his presence is finally actualized, The Endless will not stop until he holds all creation in his grasp.
Dominions: Matter, Empty Space, Magnetism
Domain: The Endless simply calls his Domain "Empire." An enormous, seemingly endless castle of the same sort of stone The Endless himself is molded of spreads out for miles on land and into the sky, twisting into spires and towers and jutting forward with majestic buttresses and fantastic gates. Within the castle are cities, villages, mountains, valleys, lakes, and oceans spread out in vast, interconnected zones. These places are inhabited not by people, but by creatures known as the Mindless: terrible beasts of infinitely different forms molded by and and living only for the will of The Endless. Around the castle, at the outer edges of the castle, is a vast, bottomless pit. Small bits of debris float through the empty space above the bottomless moat, and may spontaneously whip into a frenzied storm that sends the debris hurtling around the castle at astounding speeds.
Minions: The minions of The Endless come in all different forms, but are divided amongst four ranks.
1. Beast- fell creatures in the shapes of the animals of yore. Oftentimes appear as wolves, lions, or eagles with strange, twisted and mottled skin and no fur or feathers.
2. Monster- horrid abominations in the forms of men. Weak, they rely heavily on numbers.
3. Chimera- powerful creatures that are fusions of Beasts and Monsters. Some bear thick skin like armor, while others rely on speed and agility to fight.
4. Aberrations- the pinnacle of the horrors that are The Mindless. These take the twisted and deformed shapes of creatures from long-forgotten stories, such as griffins, dragons, and basilisks.
Interventions:
1. The Deathless- The Endless imparts the power of one of his "Sons" to a chosen Champion, fortifying their all ready terrifying strength and indomitable endurance. Though essentially making the affected Champion immortal, strenous efforts quickly drain the effect.
2. The Formless- The Endless sends one of his "Sons" to a chosen stretch of land, warping it to a more favorable shape. This effectively displaces and rearranges the terrain, albeit temporarily. Beings with any sort of will cannot be affected.
3. The Limitless- The Endless sends the power of another "Son" to a horde of The Mindless, melding their flesh into one, exponentially more powerful beast fueled by The Limitless. Though it's energy is finite, it is still great.
Champion:
Other: Those that swear allegiance to The Endless must take into their essence his final "Son," The Selfless. This allows The Endless to moniter his subordinate's every action and even every thought.
Appearance: The Endless takes the form of an enormous, regal, kingly man chiseled of immaculate white stone. A set of bulky, silvery, stone armor is fused to his mountain-like form, carved ornately and covered with the shapes of creatures long lost to time. A large, stony beard falls from his chin and acts like real hair. Upon his head he bears an extravagant crown of gold adorned with crystals and gemstones of all shapes and sizes. His voice is loud and booming, commanding, and can be heard all throughout his domain.
Personality: The Endless is, above all else, patient. Oftentimes, The Endless is aloof and disinterested. He understands that not all things may go as he wishes, but is still commanding and always expects some results. Belied by his stony exterior is a fierce determination to command and control all he lays his eyes on. Having only recently been introduced to the world of matter and true existence after abstaining from it for so long, his jealousy and anger have mounted into a consuming urge to conquer. And conquer. And conquer.
Who they used to be: The Endless is as he has always been. Long before, he awaited in the dark and the cold, watching as many worlds revolved around him and changed and changed. Disinterest turned to jealousy turned to anger turned to hate. And now that his presence is finally actualized, The Endless will not stop until he holds all creation in his grasp.
Dominions: Matter, Empty Space, Magnetism
Domain: The Endless simply calls his Domain "Empire." An enormous, seemingly endless castle of the same sort of stone The Endless himself is molded of spreads out for miles on land and into the sky, twisting into spires and towers and jutting forward with majestic buttresses and fantastic gates. Within the castle are cities, villages, mountains, valleys, lakes, and oceans spread out in vast, interconnected zones. These places are inhabited not by people, but by creatures known as the Mindless: terrible beasts of infinitely different forms molded by and and living only for the will of The Endless. Around the castle, at the outer edges of the castle, is a vast, bottomless pit. Small bits of debris float through the empty space above the bottomless moat, and may spontaneously whip into a frenzied storm that sends the debris hurtling around the castle at astounding speeds.
Minions: The minions of The Endless come in all different forms, but are divided amongst four ranks.
1. Beast- fell creatures in the shapes of the animals of yore. Oftentimes appear as wolves, lions, or eagles with strange, twisted and mottled skin and no fur or feathers.
2. Monster- horrid abominations in the forms of men. Weak, they rely heavily on numbers.
3. Chimera- powerful creatures that are fusions of Beasts and Monsters. Some bear thick skin like armor, while others rely on speed and agility to fight.
4. Aberrations- the pinnacle of the horrors that are The Mindless. These take the twisted and deformed shapes of creatures from long-forgotten stories, such as griffins, dragons, and basilisks.
Interventions:
1. The Deathless- The Endless imparts the power of one of his "Sons" to a chosen Champion, fortifying their all ready terrifying strength and indomitable endurance. Though essentially making the affected Champion immortal, strenous efforts quickly drain the effect.
2. The Formless- The Endless sends one of his "Sons" to a chosen stretch of land, warping it to a more favorable shape. This effectively displaces and rearranges the terrain, albeit temporarily. Beings with any sort of will cannot be affected.
3. The Limitless- The Endless sends the power of another "Son" to a horde of The Mindless, melding their flesh into one, exponentially more powerful beast fueled by The Limitless. Though it's energy is finite, it is still great.
Champion:
Other: Those that swear allegiance to The Endless must take into their essence his final "Son," The Selfless. This allows The Endless to moniter his subordinate's every action and even every thought.
Just wanted to try my hand at a Creator, too.
Edit: Deleted. Superfluous content.
Title: The Blade of Eternity/No name
Appearance: He is human and stands at an above average height. He has medium length white grey hair. He has a somewhat stern look on his face. He wears a long red overcoat with an old armored black ceremonial looking vestige underneath and black and white striped pants. His eyes are typically a dull grey color, but when enraged or when he's fighting they shine a bright Silver.
Who they used to be: Blade came from a small rural land where he was declared to be the chosen warrior sent to fight the overbearing Deity that ruled over his homeland. Sent with only his childhood friend who was a reincarnation of the Priestess who last sealed the God like fiend, a set of ceremonial armor, and a weapon. It was a hopeless fight, but he fought on sheerly based on his desire to help everyone, as his friend continued her holy barrage of exorcism spells, he collapsed at the last minute only to see her impaled by the beast, realizing what they had to do, she broke the Holiest of the commandments and sealed the Fiend into him, weakening it enough to have it's consciousness be exorcised. With her dying breaths she apologized and wished that things could be different. The war God's powers sealed within him changed him in appearance, his black hair was now white, and his green eyes now a dark grey. He was unable to die, due to the mixture of his unfortunate birthright mixing with the War God's power, and he was now able to conjure up unholy amounts of weapons from nothing. He realized he couldn't go back home because of both the hatred he'd receive, and the shame he felt, so he decided to wander in eternal remorse seeking challenges, and hunting for a vain sense of conquest and meaning.
Personality: Blade is somewhat bitter and cynical. He prefers to avoid people, and is quick to temper. He can be described as stoic and fiercely analytical, often analyzing things as they unfold before him, and constantly improvising. He is typically biased against those around him, and he holds his grudges. He can be compassionate deep down, though he likes to avoid situations where he becomes attached to others, but deep down he subconsciously seeks other out to stave off the solitude. Despite his attitude, he is fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy of his support.
Equipment: Dual daggers/short swords that he refined himself, he named them Hildebrand, and Rembrandt. He also carries around a pendant made out of an unknown metal.
Techniques: Construct&Conceptualize; Blade can analyze and store information on any and all primitive forms of weaponry he encounters and can materialize and call them forth at will, he can't copy anything holy or mystical about a weapon, except for in a very mild state. The Curse of Eternity; a passive skill, due to the seal he is unable to die, but he can still be killed, after dying his body will simply re-spawn from his old corpse. The Hill of Swords; He shatters his blades in his hands and surrounds himself with multiple blades that he can construct rapidly, he can then toss these blades, or use them as weapons.
Creator: undecided.
Appearance: He is human and stands at an above average height. He has medium length white grey hair. He has a somewhat stern look on his face. He wears a long red overcoat with an old armored black ceremonial looking vestige underneath and black and white striped pants. His eyes are typically a dull grey color, but when enraged or when he's fighting they shine a bright Silver.
Who they used to be: Blade came from a small rural land where he was declared to be the chosen warrior sent to fight the overbearing Deity that ruled over his homeland. Sent with only his childhood friend who was a reincarnation of the Priestess who last sealed the God like fiend, a set of ceremonial armor, and a weapon. It was a hopeless fight, but he fought on sheerly based on his desire to help everyone, as his friend continued her holy barrage of exorcism spells, he collapsed at the last minute only to see her impaled by the beast, realizing what they had to do, she broke the Holiest of the commandments and sealed the Fiend into him, weakening it enough to have it's consciousness be exorcised. With her dying breaths she apologized and wished that things could be different. The war God's powers sealed within him changed him in appearance, his black hair was now white, and his green eyes now a dark grey. He was unable to die, due to the mixture of his unfortunate birthright mixing with the War God's power, and he was now able to conjure up unholy amounts of weapons from nothing. He realized he couldn't go back home because of both the hatred he'd receive, and the shame he felt, so he decided to wander in eternal remorse seeking challenges, and hunting for a vain sense of conquest and meaning.
Personality: Blade is somewhat bitter and cynical. He prefers to avoid people, and is quick to temper. He can be described as stoic and fiercely analytical, often analyzing things as they unfold before him, and constantly improvising. He is typically biased against those around him, and he holds his grudges. He can be compassionate deep down, though he likes to avoid situations where he becomes attached to others, but deep down he subconsciously seeks other out to stave off the solitude. Despite his attitude, he is fiercely loyal to those he deems worthy of his support.
Equipment: Dual daggers/short swords that he refined himself, he named them Hildebrand, and Rembrandt. He also carries around a pendant made out of an unknown metal.
Techniques: Construct&Conceptualize; Blade can analyze and store information on any and all primitive forms of weaponry he encounters and can materialize and call them forth at will, he can't copy anything holy or mystical about a weapon, except for in a very mild state. The Curse of Eternity; a passive skill, due to the seal he is unable to die, but he can still be killed, after dying his body will simply re-spawn from his old corpse. The Hill of Swords; He shatters his blades in his hands and surrounds himself with multiple blades that he can construct rapidly, he can then toss these blades, or use them as weapons.
Creator: undecided.
Altered my sheet some, use this instead. May also be subject to change.
Title: The Paradigm of Tribulation
Appearance: The Paradigm of Tribulation, once known to a select few as Rakestlos, is a horrid mass of flesh, a mound of a creatre, criss-crossed by scars, weeping, pus-filled sores and blackened, scorched skin. Strange organs and large veins can be seen beating and pulsing from within where it's strangely pale flesh remains unburnt. He hangs in the sky above his domain, a vast web of flesh spread across the sky. Where his flesh does not stretch, only blackest night can be seen in the sky. From all across his lands, The Paradigm of Tribulation's grossly mountainous heart can be seen, and even heard, beating all across the land.
Personality: The Paradigm of Tribulation itself has no personality. It speaks and acts through three Avatars that rule over large cities of the damned. In the city Torture presides Rakar, the Sting of Pain, a hulking man fused with a suit of shining, black armor. He is strong and impatient, as well as juvenile. In the city Sorrow presides Rikest, the Shadow of Strife, a waifish and reserved man, wrapped from head to toe in bandages, who hides himself behind a black, hooded cloak. Finally, in the city Rend presides Eslos, Soul of Madness, a pale man in a black robe bearing a crown of black glass, who is both dangerous and violent. These three immortal rulers are projections of flesh who converse on all matters, each one a different side of the suffering that is The Paradigm of Tribulation.
Who they used to be: The Paradigm of Tribulation was once three great men, heroes of a nation long lost and long forgotten. One, Rakar, was a warrior-king renowned for his quick judgment and unparalleled military prowess and martial finesse. Another was an assassin-turned-folk hero, a man named Rikest who threw his lot in with Rakar in a plot to overthrow the previous king of their homeland. The final was a powerful sorcerer named Eslos, an age-old man whose wisdom proved pivotal in deciding the outcome of the rebellion. Their victory was short-lived, as an heir to the man they overthrew fled, only to return with the aid of a neighboring nation who relied on the old king for the traffic of highly questionable goods, capturing and torturing the three into unrecognizable shapes. As the universe tore apart, The Paradigm of Tribulation was born from their withering bodies, a creature whose tortures had rendered it's body frail, but it's will mighty.
Dominions: Flesh, Suffering, Horror
Domain: The Paradigm of Tribulation rests in his Domain, known as "Tantamount to Death," a vast scorched and blackened land pock-marked by craters and gouged by ominous, looming mountains and eeriely deep valleys. Rivers of black, stagnant water run deeply through the land, slashed with streaks of green and yellow as from the sores of the Paradigm flow copious rains of pus. Black grasses and trees lay rotting and dying all over the land. Three cities dot this place, known as Torture, Sorrow, and Rend, each presided over by an Avatar representing the three men that comprise the heart of the tortured soul known as The Paradigm of Tribulation. Torture is a city that seeks to imitate a once great nation, filled with dried-out husks in the shape of men, grey and gaunt skin with soulless, lifeless eyes. They do what once may have been done, futilely farming the dead land and herding strange, sickly animals. Some even serve Rakar in his palace built of black granite. Sorrow is inhabited by wispy clouds containing fragmented memories of terrible crimes. Rikest's palace is a large glass temple with fire coursing through it like blood through veins, a place where the wisps float to in order to prostrate themselves before him. Rend is an enormous, dystopian metropolis that serves as a vast library of crumbling and burnt books, inhabited solely by Eslos. The only other beings that ever set foot there are those who seek to converse with Eslos in his palace of comprised of the blackened pages of countless books, mortered together with the bones of the fallen.
Minions:
1. Anchorite of Pain-a hulking behemoth clad in little else but chains, wielding a large, crude weapon, these walking, heavily scarred brutes are the monstrous servants of Rakar. They cannot speak, for their minds are weak and their mouths tongueless.
2. Anchorite of Strife-a small creature that hides hideous burns beneath a suit of bandages and gauze. Almost mummy-like in appearance, they cloak themselves in tattered black clothes and roam the land silently, avoiding any trespassers. When called upon by Rikest, they move quickly and jerkily but quietly, hunting foes in darkness.
3. Anchorite of Madness-terrifying creatures in the guise of men, they always smile and exude a strange, dark radiance. They fill the minds of those they meet, friend or foe, with visions of horror, death, and catastrophe in order to drive them mad. They serve Eslos well.
4. Master of Tribulations-these beasts serve no one other than the Paradigm, birthed directly from it's cold, black womb. Twisted monsters that barely still resemble the men they emulate, these abominations combine the endurance and strength of the Anchorites of Pain, the cunning and cleverness of the Anchorites of Strife, and the insanity and intelligence of the Anchorites of Madness. Few and far between, these beasts serve as sentinels and guardians who know the will of the Paradigm better than all but the Avatars.
Interventions:
1. Sting of Rakar-fill a target with the horrible pain of the tortures Rakar has endured, racking their body instantly with the pain of a lifetime of torment, though keeping their mind intact. Temporarily stuns and immobilizes the target, though, if it is allowed to recover, fortifies it's resilience to all pain one-hundred fold. If a Master of Tribulation is present, this process may begin by temporarily melding with it, sacrificing the Master but shortening the stun and elongating the effect.
2. Shadow of Rikest- blankets an area with an aura of strife, subjecting targets to the emotional turmoil of Rikest's torn and broken mind, filling them with doubt, hate, anger, fear, jealousy and, most of all, sorrow. Those affected unconsciously propagate this affliction, quickly affecting those weak of will and mind. If a Master of Tribulation is present, it may spontaneously burst, showering acidic bile down upon those so afflicted.
3. Soul of Eslos- the power of the mad Avatar pulls on the souls of a large group of creatures, making their emotions violent and unpredictable. If a Master of Tribulation is present, it's soul may be forcibly injected into the body of another, resulting in a dangerous internal struggle.
Champion:
Other: Those that ally with the Paradigm must pledge allegiance to at least one of the Avatars and undergo that Avatar's respective Trial.
Appearance: The Paradigm of Tribulation, once known to a select few as Rakestlos, is a horrid mass of flesh, a mound of a creatre, criss-crossed by scars, weeping, pus-filled sores and blackened, scorched skin. Strange organs and large veins can be seen beating and pulsing from within where it's strangely pale flesh remains unburnt. He hangs in the sky above his domain, a vast web of flesh spread across the sky. Where his flesh does not stretch, only blackest night can be seen in the sky. From all across his lands, The Paradigm of Tribulation's grossly mountainous heart can be seen, and even heard, beating all across the land.
Personality: The Paradigm of Tribulation itself has no personality. It speaks and acts through three Avatars that rule over large cities of the damned. In the city Torture presides Rakar, the Sting of Pain, a hulking man fused with a suit of shining, black armor. He is strong and impatient, as well as juvenile. In the city Sorrow presides Rikest, the Shadow of Strife, a waifish and reserved man, wrapped from head to toe in bandages, who hides himself behind a black, hooded cloak. Finally, in the city Rend presides Eslos, Soul of Madness, a pale man in a black robe bearing a crown of black glass, who is both dangerous and violent. These three immortal rulers are projections of flesh who converse on all matters, each one a different side of the suffering that is The Paradigm of Tribulation.
Who they used to be: The Paradigm of Tribulation was once three great men, heroes of a nation long lost and long forgotten. One, Rakar, was a warrior-king renowned for his quick judgment and unparalleled military prowess and martial finesse. Another was an assassin-turned-folk hero, a man named Rikest who threw his lot in with Rakar in a plot to overthrow the previous king of their homeland. The final was a powerful sorcerer named Eslos, an age-old man whose wisdom proved pivotal in deciding the outcome of the rebellion. Their victory was short-lived, as an heir to the man they overthrew fled, only to return with the aid of a neighboring nation who relied on the old king for the traffic of highly questionable goods, capturing and torturing the three into unrecognizable shapes. As the universe tore apart, The Paradigm of Tribulation was born from their withering bodies, a creature whose tortures had rendered it's body frail, but it's will mighty.
Dominions: Flesh, Suffering, Horror
Domain: The Paradigm of Tribulation rests in his Domain, known as "Tantamount to Death," a vast scorched and blackened land pock-marked by craters and gouged by ominous, looming mountains and eeriely deep valleys. Rivers of black, stagnant water run deeply through the land, slashed with streaks of green and yellow as from the sores of the Paradigm flow copious rains of pus. Black grasses and trees lay rotting and dying all over the land. Three cities dot this place, known as Torture, Sorrow, and Rend, each presided over by an Avatar representing the three men that comprise the heart of the tortured soul known as The Paradigm of Tribulation. Torture is a city that seeks to imitate a once great nation, filled with dried-out husks in the shape of men, grey and gaunt skin with soulless, lifeless eyes. They do what once may have been done, futilely farming the dead land and herding strange, sickly animals. Some even serve Rakar in his palace built of black granite. Sorrow is inhabited by wispy clouds containing fragmented memories of terrible crimes. Rikest's palace is a large glass temple with fire coursing through it like blood through veins, a place where the wisps float to in order to prostrate themselves before him. Rend is an enormous, dystopian metropolis that serves as a vast library of crumbling and burnt books, inhabited solely by Eslos. The only other beings that ever set foot there are those who seek to converse with Eslos in his palace of comprised of the blackened pages of countless books, mortered together with the bones of the fallen.
Minions:
1. Anchorite of Pain-a hulking behemoth clad in little else but chains, wielding a large, crude weapon, these walking, heavily scarred brutes are the monstrous servants of Rakar. They cannot speak, for their minds are weak and their mouths tongueless.
2. Anchorite of Strife-a small creature that hides hideous burns beneath a suit of bandages and gauze. Almost mummy-like in appearance, they cloak themselves in tattered black clothes and roam the land silently, avoiding any trespassers. When called upon by Rikest, they move quickly and jerkily but quietly, hunting foes in darkness.
3. Anchorite of Madness-terrifying creatures in the guise of men, they always smile and exude a strange, dark radiance. They fill the minds of those they meet, friend or foe, with visions of horror, death, and catastrophe in order to drive them mad. They serve Eslos well.
4. Master of Tribulations-these beasts serve no one other than the Paradigm, birthed directly from it's cold, black womb. Twisted monsters that barely still resemble the men they emulate, these abominations combine the endurance and strength of the Anchorites of Pain, the cunning and cleverness of the Anchorites of Strife, and the insanity and intelligence of the Anchorites of Madness. Few and far between, these beasts serve as sentinels and guardians who know the will of the Paradigm better than all but the Avatars.
Interventions:
1. Sting of Rakar-fill a target with the horrible pain of the tortures Rakar has endured, racking their body instantly with the pain of a lifetime of torment, though keeping their mind intact. Temporarily stuns and immobilizes the target, though, if it is allowed to recover, fortifies it's resilience to all pain one-hundred fold. If a Master of Tribulation is present, this process may begin by temporarily melding with it, sacrificing the Master but shortening the stun and elongating the effect.
2. Shadow of Rikest- blankets an area with an aura of strife, subjecting targets to the emotional turmoil of Rikest's torn and broken mind, filling them with doubt, hate, anger, fear, jealousy and, most of all, sorrow. Those affected unconsciously propagate this affliction, quickly affecting those weak of will and mind. If a Master of Tribulation is present, it may spontaneously burst, showering acidic bile down upon those so afflicted.
3. Soul of Eslos- the power of the mad Avatar pulls on the souls of a large group of creatures, making their emotions violent and unpredictable. If a Master of Tribulation is present, it's soul may be forcibly injected into the body of another, resulting in a dangerous internal struggle.
Champion:
Other: Those that ally with the Paradigm must pledge allegiance to at least one of the Avatars and undergo that Avatar's respective Trial.
Another Creator. I have a lot of free time. If you've already chosen, then it's fine if you ignore this.
Edit: Called it a Champion at first. It isn't.
LevROLL said:
Well which one do you want me to take? I don't like making these decisions by myself cause i always pick something someone doesn't like or didn't like as much.LevROLL said: