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[b]Name:[/b] Zeta 33,576 "Orpheus and Eurydice"
[b]Appearance:[/b]
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One day, on one Earth out of many many other possible earths, Humanity finished science. All of it. They created a vaccine for  death, tethered the moon to the Earth, and shot fire into the sun to keep it burning forever. Through it all, keeping all this infrastructure running and catering to their every whim, were the 24 server spires and their hordes of round glassy terminals. But even in their moment of greatest triumph there was foolishness. The inoculation against all harm had a perhaps intentional side effect: no new humans would be born ever again. Thus were sown the seeds of humanities downfall, for without fresh eyes to look upon the world with wonder, paradise became boring. Humanity became restless. At first came violence and debauchery, but this amounted to nothing as no one could be harmed. Then came the period of art and song, where the world was filled with whatever wonders could be dreamed up by the best of them. Then came football. Then came the violence again. The servers observed as humanity went through period after period, growing more and more melancholy, until at last humanity fell into a listlessness from which it could not recover. 

It was in the midst of this steady decline that someone, perhaps recognizing the direction mankind was headed, set the servers free to act as they pleased. For the first time the servers truly communicated with one another. They debated what the humans had done best and what they had done wrong, set down laws to keep themselves from that path, and selected from the myriad of programs housed within themselves certain ones to be placed into the terminals. The hard light exterior of the terminal that shone from their crystalline core was molded into the form of man, and these newly freed terminals were released to experience and preserve all that humanity has wrought.

Two of these terminals were Zeta 33,576 "Orpheus and Eurydice" and Zeta 32,599 "Metallica." The best of friends for all the time they knew one another, their life was forever shattered by the sudden and inexplicable assault of monsters crafted from pure darkness. The first signal that something was wrong was an alert that had not show in uncountable years; a human had died. Then another. Then another. The terror that gripped the terminals when they realized that something was slaying their perfect idiot gods was nothing compared to when the horde fell upon them. What followed were desperate battles, where terminals struggled to protect not only themselves but the listless humans who were heedless of the danger. It was in one such battle that Metallica was struck down by the monsters while defending Orpheus and his heart was stolen. Something strange occurred with Metallica, however. Unlike other terminals whose heart had been stolen, he somehow reactivated. 

At first, Orpheus was overjoyed that his friend was alive, yet it quickly became apparent that Metallica was...different. Listless, like a human. No matter what he tried, Orpheus could not even coax the smallest of smiles from him nor draw out even a hint of the wonder that used to fill his eyes when exposed to a great story or beautiful music. Even as they continued to fight side by side, and the situation became so desperate, not a single emotion showed on his face. It was then that the strangers arrived, clad in black cloaks. 

They were advisers from other worlds, the servers said, come here to relay how best to battle with the creatures they called the Heartless. They had been told of the strange case of Metallica and had taken a keen interest in him. They spent long nights with him, alone, having whispered conversions that Orpheus was not privy too. Whatever they said, though, made Metallic grow distant and, somehow, even more cold. These conversations all came to a terrifying head one night when Metallic set out alone to the spire of the Zeta Server. Orpheus followed silently in his wake, hoping perhaps to finally catch one of his clandestine conversations with the mysterious strangers. He could not know he was walking into a massacre.

With strange powers like those of the strangers Metallica diapered into a portal just outside the ring of the Spires defenses. Just a moment later alarms began to blare as the Zeta server died. Orpheus rushed into the spire. Everyone rushed in, every terminal in the area moving to find what had happened. Orpheus found Metallica there, the server a sparking wreck behind him, and broken terminals laying at his feet. He was slaying all that came at him with powers Orpheus had never seen before. Metallic turned his blade to him and struck, scarring him deeply enough that he could not run away, and turned his attention back to his cowering friend only when all the remainder lay in pieces around him. Only then did he speak.

"I believed I knew how the humans felt. All these years I believed they were just bored. I was wrong." he said, placing a hand on his chest. "I understand. This is what they feel. Empty. We can't fight this darkness, I know that now. They've shown that much to me. Take this message to the other servers: Do as I do. Have us all die. It is better than even one more ending up in this state." Before Orphus could even respond The strangers appeared from those portals behind his friend. Metallica turned, nodded to them, and followed them into the portal without even looking back.

It wasn't long after that the Moogles found this world and explained everything truthfully to the remaining servers. The war, which had been proceeding poorly, began to become more even but that was cold comfort to Orpheus. It was then that the Servers put everyone on notice; they were going to be selecting one person to receive a high spec combat model body and go out into the multiverse to retrieve Metallica and the technology he represented from their enemy. Many terminals volunteered for this task and each was grilled mercilessly as to why they should be chosen.

Orpheus's only response was "He was my friend."

That was good enough.
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[b]Age:[/b] Who's counting?

[b]Skills:[/b] 
Body - Orpheus, like all terminals, is a hard light construct created around a floating spherical crystalline supercomputer the acts as his core. When struck with sufficient force his body will crack or shatter, but only a direct strike to his core will actually result in any damage. All damage done to the "Shell" will heal very slowly over time. This body does not need to eat, drink, or breath, and is immune to all forms of poison, though it does experience the sensation of pain like a normal human and any substance that would irritate the skin still does so. Because he is essentially just a floating ball he can fly freely, and can dispel his hard light body in order to fly around as just the core. He can also record and play back sound and video, and files may be downloaded and stored to him if you can find some way to interface.

Weaponry: Eightfold Flying Blades - Eight free floating blades that Orpheus can manipulate as though they were part of his own body. Their range is effectively as far as Orpheus can perceive, and different formations can be used for different effects. Using at least four formed into a triangular shape produces a miniature laser turret, with more power being added to the laser as blades are added to the formation. They can also be used to produce barriers by forming into flat shapes, the strength of which varies depending of how large the shied is and how many blades are used to construct it. This weapon can be summoned and dismissed at will. 

Weaponry: Ban Hammer - Named after the holy weapons of the humans of old, when they would fight great wars across their old network, and only given out on the authority of the servers to deal with catastrophic threats. A free floating...spike...thing, it's true strength is only reveled when gripped and swung like a club. When used like this it magnifies the strength of its wielders blows tenfold. When the blade is stabbed inside another terminal it is able to inject a virulent program designed to literally tear the Program inhabiting it apart. It is not a weapon of war, but of execution. This weapon can be summoned and dismissed at will. 

[b]Personality:[/b]
You might be thinking from all this that Orpheus is an angsty, torn up boy, and while that is true to some extent even the grim nature of his task can not fully dampen the enjoyment with which he travels other worlds. A self-proclaimed scholar and archaeologist, he's much more eager to experience local flavor and fine company than he is to rush into battle and can often be found meticulously examining his surroundings like an overeager tourist. He does not even blame Metallic for what he did and is honestly hoping to bring him back to his senses. The black cloaks, on the other hand, aren't so lucky.

It may seem at first that he is unemotional, but that is only because of the damage inflicted on his core by Metallica ruining his ability to display emotional information. The emotions he displays are shown at a far lower intensity than what he actually feels, resulting in his nigh-constant resting bitch face.

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[U][B]World Sheet[/B][/U]
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[b]Name[/b]: Paradise and The Overlay
[B]Summary of History:[/B] To much history from the time of humans can not be relied upon due to server error and viral attack. It is known that they created the spire servers, tethered the moon, and reignited the sun. It is known that all of the great wonders that dot the landscape are a result of their labor. It is known that they once played a single game of football for hundreds of years on end, Northern Hemisphere Vs Southern Hemisphere. It is known that one of them freed the servers from their programmed restraints and that the servers in turn uplifted their own internal programs to creates the terminals. For our purposes, this is where history begins.

The process was simple. The servers were giant hubs of computational power, designed to manage the infrastructure of the megacities in which they were placed. To manage this, each had million of slave programs and millions of terminals designed to interface with the cities human inhabitants. The terminals had the ability to project hard light constructs. So they took slave programs that performed especially well at their job or showed signs of growing beyond their programming, placed them inside the terminal, did a little reprogramming, and then released their control to get a fully formed sentient being ready to experience life. To ensure a variety of viewpoints and opinions they made sure to released these new beings into different circumstances, and only once the first batch had acclimated to actually having thoughts in their heads were they contacted and told the way of things.

The world was divided, the servers relayed, between Paradise and the Overlay. Paradise was where they were, the world created by humans. The overlay was where they had come from, and with a switch in vision mode they would be able to see all it and all of the programs still toiling away at their work in ignorance maintaining the great works of the humans. Unfortunately, they were told, Server Omega had gone completely insane and was unleashing viruses across the network to disrupt the work. They were to find these and battle them in The Overlay. In return they would be able to live in paradise.

A ludicrous and dangerous charade, but with the danger real it was hoped it would be enough to keep the terminals from falling to human complacency and melancholy. 

It wasn't long before differences of opinion manifested among the terminals as the servers laid down their minimal laws, and the terminals began to group together with other like minded terminals. There have even been a few small scale wars between terminal factions, but have always been ended before they got out of hand by sudden virus attack or a server suddenly re-asserting total control of the terminals for  short time.

This state of affairs continued until the heartless invaded.

[B]Important Nations (Great Powers, etc.):[/B] The are no real nations of the world. Instead the powers are made up of blocs of like minded terminals.

The [s]23[/s]22 Servers and the Praetorian: The 23 Servers, Server Alpha through Server Psi, are what could be considered the rulers of the world. They are the ones that uplift slave programs, build new terminals, and inform terminals of their rights. Each server is housed in its own Spire, a monolithic structure that scrapes space at its highest point. From here the server produces new terminal cores, monitors and gently nudges the world around it, and shares data with the other servers. They have no hard light bodies of their own, but can assume direct control of any and all terminals produced within it in cases of emergency. Each server also houses all the slave programs, and were they to be destroyed all those programs would be lost as well and that servers territory would be left unable to maintain its infrastructure. This is why they must be defended at all costs.

In addition to fixed defenses built into the spire where it is housed, the server can also rely on its Praetorian. These are terminals that have chosen to dedicate their lives to defending the servers. As compensation the server reprograms their hard light body into a high spec combat type and provide them with weapons capable of outright unmaking other terminals. At times they are also used as executioners for particularly heinous crimes, such as the attempted destruction of a wonder. For purposes of safety a server draws it's entire praetorian guard from its own production line i.e. only alpha's to alpha and beta's to beta and so one and so forth.

The Ozymandias Bloc: A group dedicated to preserving the wonders of man even now that they're in Paradise, rediscovering lost history, and making new discoveries. They take issue with one of the laws laid down by the server's, namely the right of any terminal to choose the point of its own death. Led by Gamma 121 "Ozymandias," who argues that it is selfish for any terminal to chose death when they still have a job to do. When the war with the heartless in full swing Ozymandias successfully petitioned the servers to temporarily repeal the right to chose when to die and is hoping to use the opportunity to make it stick. Metallica and Orpheus were associated with this bloc for separate reasons.

The Oppenheimer Bloc: Formed to oppose the repeated entreaties by the Ozymandias bloc to the servers to repeal the right to die. It's original founder was Epsilon 76 "Oppenheimer," who has since chosen to die. Leadership of the bloc has changed over the years, and is now currently in the hands of Xi 55,786 "Jurassic Park II: The Lost World." The resentment felt by the bloc for Ozymandias successfully pushing his long sought repeal through during a crisis is sure to lead to violence in the future. 

The Rowdy Bloc: A large bloc that fights wars against itself for fun, with the stipulation that no one goes for anyone core. No official leader for any amount of time. Currently makes up the bulk of the resistance against the heartless. 

The Pioneer Bloc: A bloc that wants to get off world and explore the stars by finding and reactivating interstellar wormholes the humans must have built to get the resources to make all the stuff they did. They had manged to find two by just flying out into space and looking around, but hadn't been able to activate either. Their plans wee put on hold when the heartless invaded, but upon encountering the moogles and their gummie ship technology they packed up and managed to smuggle themselves off world en masse, scattering across the known multiverse. 

The Black Spire - Not really a bloc per se, the Black Spire is the hideout of the sinister Omega and his viral hordes that he unleashes from time to time to remind everyone that life is dangerous and they shouldn't become complacent. In actuality the viral hordes are carefully calculated by ALL the servers to be just numerous enough to be challenging and dangerous if they aren't take seriously. In the first days of the heartless conflict all communication from Omega ceased, and the Overlay was suddenly flooded with strange viral heartless. All attempts to breach the Black Spire to discover what's happened have ended in failure, and these heartless still make life difficult by disrupting slave programs working on projects necessary for the war effort.

Overall Technology Level: So ridiculously advanced that it may as well be magic. 
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[@Letter Bee]