[center][hider=Pantheon][b]Character you have created[/b]: Hassan Amim
[b]Alias[/b]: Pantheon
[b]Speech Color[/b]: Yellow.
[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] 
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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. Yet, of all the magic he had studied, there were dark entities, witches, and mages out there who far exceeded anything Hassan could have imagined. The same hidden powers that pervaded over the world in which he lived were also tethered to him.


Deep in the recesses of his mind lies an untapped power; a physically manifested entity of his lineage's collective conscious, knit together by his ancestors' various and deep forays into the mysterious and mystic. Every child born to the Amim line (one select male and female of a single generation) possess this entity locked away, deep within themselves. When unlocked through the realization of a heroic (and even villanous) trait of any kind, they gain access to a mighty titan of legend. He is a collection of the work of enchanters, elementalists, loremasters, and arcane specialists stretched over several hundred years--known only to his family as Pantheon.[/hider]

[b]Hero Type:[/b] Brick/Mystic
[b]Power Level:[/b] City (as normal homo magi)
World (when transformed).

[b]Powers[/b]: Mythic Transformation Physiology: When fully and permanently brought forth from the depths of his mind, Hassan gains the abilities of a mystical entity into which he can transform. His transformation, once complete, cannot be undone.
[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. If one is not found within several hours, his body will die and his spirit will remain in the Astral Plane forever.

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 knowledgeable magi 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 even if acted upon by a substantial natural force (a speeding car hitting 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, though he will be felled quickly if he ever encountered such a being. 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 days.

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 to great effect. 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 lightning of this alter-ego, Pantheon can transverse himself near-instantly across a single plane. He cannot teleport across the States, and the longest recorded distance of his teleportation stretches for four miles. He cannot teleport anywhere outside of Earth, at present. He does suffer from the usual drawbacks of teleportation (nausea, disorientation, vomiting).

Magical Element Control: As a homo-magi, he can evoke the use of several different kinds of spells to alter natural and mystical properties. Stilled in his conscious via an sustained mythical connection with the consciousness' of his ancestors who also possessed the magical entity within Hassan, Pantheon can control mystic lightning to be used for healing, summoning it for offensive or defensive purposes, and it is the means by which he teleports. [/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] Can be killed while in Astral form, can be greatly harmed by strong users of magic. Is not immune to reality warping abilities and can be phased out of existence.


[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] 

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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]