[quote=@Afro Samurai]
[center][hider=Pantheon][b]Character you have created[/b]: Hassan Amim
[b]Alias[/b]: Pantheon
[b]Speech Color[/b]: SeaGreen
[b]Character Alignment[/b]: Walking the Line 
[b]Identity[/b]: Secret
[b]Character Personality[/b]: He does what is necessary to achieve whatever his goal may be at the time. Ethics and morals tend not to have a bearing on how he acts insofar as they will not restrict an act he deems necessary. If anything, the only thing that drives him is autonomy.

[b]Uniform/costume:[/b] 
[hider=Pre-transformation]
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[hider=Post-transformation]
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[hider=Origin]Origin Info/Details: Magic’s true depths are dark and unknown. Hassan was always one for destroying limits—his disdain for them born out of the legalism of his religious sentiments. It was not that he did not believe, but he often questioned the necessity of such restrictions. Part of him even wondered if they were arbitrary. Regardless of his personal thoughts, he saw results. Religion kept people in line, and kept them from hurting one another (for the most part). Magic? Magic was entirely different; it had limits, sure, but those could be tested at one’s own risk. 

	He was a natural, literally. A born magician, formally called a [i]homo-magi[/i]. He already understood mystical boundaries, but he cared not for upholding them. To this end, he employed his sister—fellow homo magus—to teach him. He learned quick, and soon he was fully immersed in mystical rituals, rites, histories, and lore. There was not a morsel of knowledge Hassan didn’t know—or so he thought. Many before him had tried, but to his knowledge all had failed; and where they failed, Hassan would succeed. He would be the first to become a [i]God[/i].[/hider]

[b]Hero Type:[/b] Brick/Mystic
[b]Power Level:[/b] City (as normal homo magi)
World (when transformed)
Cosmic (depending on how far I can get in the arc)

[b]Powers[/b]: Avatar of the Gods: Hassan gains his powers from several gods. So long as he carries out their wishes, they will grant him the following abilities.

[u]As Hassan[/u]

[list]Astral Projection: Hassan can enter the astral plane and travel through it—this is his primary means of travelling to the various mystical realms (Olympus, Asgard, etc) within the universe. If his body is killed while his soul is in the astral plane, he will be in limbo until he can find a new body (or is given one by the Gods who bless him).

Wards: He can cast various defensive spells around himself and others.

Illusions: He can cast powerful illusions for varying effects. Whether these illusions simply warp the space around a victim or whether these illusions have a direct effect on the victim’s mind are random. [/list]

[u]As Pantheon[/u]
[list]Mystical Knowledge: Even without the powers of his transformation, Hassan is a practiced wizard and has extensive knowledge of a wide range of spells from incantations, runes, tomes, enchantments, the like. When transformed, this mystical knowledge is enhanced several times over and grants Hassan an almost inexhaustible grasp on higher levels of magic.

Supernatural Strength: As Pantheon, Hassan gains strength leagues beyond that of a normal human and even superior to enhanced humans in some respects. The upper limits of his strength are unknown as of right now. Lifting trucks, bulldozers, semi-trucks, large buildings, and most other natural objects are no issue for him.

Supernatural Speed: When transformed, Hassan is a blur. He can keep up with some low tier speedsters, and while not quite fast enough to break the speed of light, his ability to transverse a given space in a matter of seconds is impressive.

Supernatural Durability: Pantheon can take hits form the mightiest of foes. He can survive falls from several thousand feet, his dense muscles make him nigh-immovable if acted upon by a substantial natural force (a speeding car hitting him, a train running into him). He can trade blows with world-class heroes and villains without issue and can even hold out against low-tier cosmic-level people as well. He can withstand extreme explosions and still get back up with little harm done.

Supernatural Healing: Pantheon regenerates lost limbs, heals small, major, and minor wounds in seconds, and if he so happens to be blown to bits, let us say, then he can heal his entire body back together in several minutes.

Energy Conversion: Bestowed with the power to harness magical energy in many forms, Pantheon can convert said magical energies into natural energies for an assortment of purposes—he can also convert natural energies into magical energies. 

Nigh-Invulnerability: Conventional weapons do not harm him. Toxins, diseases, resins, poisons, none of these have an effect on him. He has strong mystical defenses against mental intrusion and other psionic attacks. Life-force draining is an effective measure against him, but even this requires a powerful retainer of such an ability for it to cause great harm to him. He is not invincible, however. Anyone with sufficient ability in any given area can bypass his invulnerability as it is not total immunity.

Extreme Magical Resistance: Lower forms of magic, and even well practiced magic from low-tier magicians have no effect on him. Higher levels of magic (those done by cosmic entities or mages with decades of experience) are able to damage him, though the effect is not always great. His resistance can be fully overcome by one who possesses absolute magical abilities/reality warping powers or one with supreme magical ability/focus. His resistance also falters against natural-born magic beings (fairies, gnomes, trolls, etc.)

Flight: Standard. Pantheon can fly up to several hundred miles an hour—he flies much faster than he runs.

Teleportation: Using the mystical energies bestowed upon him, Pantheon can transverse himself near-instantly across a single plane. The limit to which he can teleport has not yet been determined. He cannot teleport anywhere outside of Earth, at present. He does suffer from the usual drawbacks of teleportation (nausea, disorientation, vomiting).

Magical Element Control: Pantheon has been gifted a portion of some of the Gods’ control over parts of nature. His primary control is constrained to mystic fire, and his secondary is thunder. That is, hellfire (the fires of hell, able to incinerate and destroy objects completely—extremely effective against the undead.) His control over thunder is insofar as the mystical thunder acts as the conduit that initiates his change from Hassan to Pantheon. [/list]

[u]Attributes[/u]
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Height: 5’10 (normal); 6’7 (transformed)
Weight: 196 (normal) Unknown (transformed)
Strength Level: Normal Human (as human), 100+ - Unknown (transformed)
Speed/Reaction Timing Level: Normal human, 100+
Endurance at MAXIMUM Effort: Normal Human, 5 hours.
Agility: Normal Human, x20.
Intelligence: Genius, Super-Genius.
Fighting Skill: Trained, Mastered.
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[b]Resources: Large, Extreme[/b] 

[b]Weaknesses:[/b] Still a normal human when  not transformed. His trans-formative powers can be taken away from him if he does not adhere to what the Gods wish of him. As a homo-magi, he can be beaten by a more skilled mage. Can be killed while in Astral form.


[b]Supporting Characters:[/b] 

Bibi Amim – mother (with whom he lives, does the cooking and cleaning and assuring of her son’s mental health)
 Shati Amim - cousin (also lives with him, high school teenager over whom Hassan watches)
 Rahna Amim - sister; (older than Hassan by a half decade, Hassan confides in her and it is from her that he gets his magi traits.)

[u]Do you know how to post pictures on RPG boards?:[/u] 

[img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/aaca87c7ed517b6ace6395f871bb7958/tumblr_nawowbn8KK1tk496vo7_250.gif[/img]

Sample Post:

	A silence crushed the desert air. He had travelled in sweltering heat for two days. There was no food in sight; his grey cloak shrouded every inch of his being. There was no cane to complete the telling garb, unfortunately. A person is inclined to renounce all belief and curse any deities he believes in should he be without food and water long enough. He begins to wonder if [i]anything[/i] is real. Hope sprang! A well. Before him was freedom from this torture, at least it would be if this was not an arbitrary mystical quest to achieve some arbitrary mystical item for a group of angry and forgotten Old Gods.
	
	A mirage, of course. There was no way he was going to survive long in this climate. The heat soared and did not stop until the animals themselves were nowhere to be found. Heatwaves lashed against his sand-olden skin.  That’s when he saw it; his sister called it an ‘apparition’ not a magical entity per se, but a vision of one’s hopes and dreams. They were not ‘beacons’ of hope, they had no moral leanings whatever—they were simply there to deliver a message. What message? That all depends on what one envisions. He had never seen an apparition and so he also had never heard one speak until now:

“Hassan, they have a new task for you.”
[color=SeaGreen]”Now?”[/color]
“Yes, now. I advise you brace yourself.”
[color=SeaGreen]”What do y—“[/color]

Hassan was struck with a bolt of lightning and found himself in an abandoned shack. A circle of hooded figures surrounded him. A bearded one spoke,

“We’ve watched you for some time.” His voice was deep, a sage. Of the circle of beings, the voice that resonated from this hood had a stern cadence—the ends of his sentences punctuated with superiority. It helped that his robes had tints of white imprinted on the cloth, he stood out above others. Then a lady spoke.

“Here is your task. You will take this— “what looked to be a golden ring with black trim “—and keep it with you at all times. Through it, you will call on us and we will answer you.” 

	Call on them?  Why would he need to call on them? And why was he ‘chosen’ by these. . . people to carry out tasks for them? It must be some sort of joke. A faulty projection? He closed his eyes and opened them again in hopes that all of this would be some kind of mystic rouse. It wasn’t—he really was trapped in an abandoned warehouse with some knock off Illuminati figures. Then it clicked. These were the Old Gods. They were bestowing him with the last vestiges of their power.

Then he threw up in the bathroom toilet. He and Jack Daniels never worked together well, he should have just stuck with orange juice like he planned—and why wouldn’t they turn that music down? By Allah, he hated house parties.[/hider][/center]

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Approved. Though, I do recommend talking to Ded as he has used the Olympian Gods very extensively, as well as Hellis who has his feet in the Norse waters.

Also, check out the rules on the OP of this thread, as it specifies to what extent we can use gods.