Burger

IᎶ.

The voice permeated through the air. Its statement was undeniably directed at Sala. Despite this, Sala didn't want to leave her egg, no matter how reassuring the voice was. Well, that would be true if Sala didn't fall a considerable distance. The collision into another egg and the fall down had caused Sala's egg to crack by itself. What once was a shapely, undeniably original egg had been turned into dented oblong. Only the membrane held it together. Without much effort, Sala erupted out of her broken home seeing numerous doors and people who she could undeniably state that were like her. One thought pierced her mind:

Trash.

These other things were like her. Small, odd body shapes, random skin tone. But, they weren't her - therefore worse. Of course, she didn't state her thoughts outright. The tall, flabby, golden one seemed to be a big baby, even by Ig standards. Even if Sala erupted after his little speech, she still knew that he was a wuss. Mentally, she made a note of this.

The short one, who was loud enough for Sala to hear inside of her broken egg, seemed to be much more useful. He seemed as though he would do things purely out of spite. Useful.

The brown one; useless baby. Looked like a wuss who would flop over and die by himself.

The absolutely ripped red one seemed to be the most useful out of all of them. He was loud enough that Sala could hear his issue of challenge through the shell. Sala would perhaps challenge him later to do useful things for her, like eating rocks and seeing what happens.

These thoughts were all kept to secret. Such thoughts didn't deserve to be shared with trash. Only her and higher beings would know what she thought.

When Sala looked around the room, she saw the doors. Each one was about Ig-sized. They were meant to enter the doors, Sala managed to deduce. Sala, with her extremely high intelligence and reasoning, began to choose which one she wanted to go through to leave the trash. The purple door looked as if it tasted bad. Things that were purple would no doubt taste bad. The two white doors were bright enough to hurt Sala's eyes (whatever those were), so they were out. The two red doors and the gold door reminded her of the other Igs - out out out. The colourful door was much too loud. Only a madman would enter that one. By deduction, the best door to go through would be the blue door. It looked like it tasted good in there, after all.

Ignoring the other Igs and what they had to say, Sala took her first steps into this brave new world. She walked directly into the blue door. Mostly because she didn't want to be with the other Igs.

IᎶ.

I'm just slower than molasses.

Edged Horizon

Odile Totena

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Name:
Odile Totena

Age:
Late teens.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Nation:
Talze Utera

Appearance:
Odile stands at 5'2" (157cm) and has a rather weathered build. His most notable feature would be the various scars adorning his body. Every inch of his skin is damaged, either torn by cuts, charred by burns, or pockmarked by disease. As such, his body has grown quite resilient. All unnecessary aspects of his body has been removed by starvation or practice. Despite his rather monstrous appearance, his auburn hair is constantly braided and kept long, as he has never thought to cut it.

To make matters worse, he has black, smoking objects erupting upwards out of the top of his back. They are in the shape of two spears and a staff. They look rather inhuman, as if they shouldn't exist in this world. They just appear like something is wrong, though it is indescribable to say what.

If it weren't for his scars and massive protrusions, he would make for a rather attractive woman.

His outfit changes every so often. He used to wear a large set of crusader armour, but it was much too heavy and cumbersome to walk around normally in. As such, he tends to wear large hooded robes to hide his ghastly appearance. While alone, however, he doesn't wear much. _{^{( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}}

Personality:
Odile resembles less of a human and more of an injured animal. He doesn't have the keenest sense of morality, nor does he have knowledge of manners or the like. He acts more basic than that. If someone gives him food, he'll maybe follow them. If someone attacks him, he'll fight back. He runs off of instinct first and foremost.

Even with this primitive way of thinking, he at least has basic understandings of things. He understands the common tongue and can speak speak it, albeit poorly. He understands basic knowledge of the world, like currency and exchanging it for goods and services. Actually getting him to use currency, however, is another story.

He has an extreme hatred for crusaders. If he sees someone who looks like a crusader, there is no doubt that he would attack them. However, while he hates crusaders, he doesn't actually know that Astropol is behind all of the raids into his former home.

He rather enjoys the company of other people, a result of being alone for so long. Despite this longing of human contact and his targeted hate, he still is afraid of people. In fact, it has reached the point where he is afraid of both being alone and being close to other humans. He is filled with frustration because of it.

Biography:
Odile was born alone. His true father and mother had abandoned him inside of Talze Utera. Despite this cruel fate bestowed upon the child, a lone monster decided to save him. Perhaps out of guilt, perhaps out of sympathy, a solitary orc found Odile and brought him into his home. The orc taught Odile the best that he could about living and surviving inside of their cruel home. The two were happy, like father and son.

However, the joys of youth were soon cut down by the misguided actions of crusaders. Odile, who ha no knowledge of these people, saw that they were like him. They weren't monsters like the dangerous people in his nation. They must be like him! He managed to get them to follow him. He brought them to their house. His father, the orc, went out to greet them. The crusaders thought that the orc kept Odile as a slave. They swiftly cut down the orc. In a panic, Odile ran. He ran and ran until his legs gave out. That was when he met the witch.

The young witch with black hair and red eyes listened to what happen in what disjointed way Odile could tell it. She taught Odile some words so that he may speak it better. One word was what to call her - mother. One word was particularly heinous - crusader. It was the people responsible. The witch, perhaps out of sympathy or perhaps out of malevolence, decided to help the boy. She constructed a nefarious curse - one of undeath and pestilence - and cursed the boy. After, she left, never to be heard from again.

Odile was alone once more. He only knew one thing and that was retribution. He wanted the crusaders to pay for that did. He began to hunt crusaders. Each time a crusader would appear, Odile would be eviscerated and wake up days later. However, that changed when he stumbled on a lone crusader. A survivor from an attack by other Talze Uterans. Odile managed to silently approach him and sink his small teeth into the crusader's neck. By the time Odile was disemboweled, the crusader had succumbed to blood loss and Odile felkl asleep once more with a blade inside of his torso.

When Odile woke up, he felt different when thinking about the crusaders. His bloodlust was heavier. He truly wanted them to die. However, he could do nothing from inside of Talze Utera. Crusaders would kill more and more. The only way to truly stop them would be to kill them at their home, like what happened to him. He ventured off to leave his homeland, only to find himself at Illiserev.

Abilities:
Odile's path is extremely rudimentary. He doesn't even know what Talentium is. They just end up happening for him. His path is focused on one thing - vengeance. While facing a foe that he wishes death upon (mostly crusaders and the like), his strength and speed are drastically increased.

His single unnamed sword skill reflects his wish. He forcefully tears the physical manifestation of his curse away from his body and uses it as a weapon. The blackened spears easily pierce through any sort of armour and can even cut through metaphysical objects. However, this comes at a cost; once the spears are pulled out of his body, Odile can no longer regenerate. However, this ability goes both ways. If the enemy is pierced by the spear, a toxin erupts from the wound. At that point, the wound can no longer be healed by magic. Only time can cure the wounds caused by his spears. It truly is all or nothing at that point.

Important Items:
The Witch's Curse is the physical manifestation of the curse that allows Odile to regenerate. It erupts upwards from Odile's back and takes the shape of two spears and a staff. The staff, while it is useless when torn out, keeps his sanity in check. It allows him to take immeasurable amounts of pain without being afflicted by shock. However, this doesn't mean the pain itself is negated or that he can function properly while in pain. It only means that he won't pass out from the pain, forcing him to suffer through every second of damage he takes.

The two spears are the manifestation of his healing ability. While they are inside of him, all of his wounds regenerate. This doesn't mean he can grow new limbs. Rather, it means that if he loses a limb, he can reattach it in a matter of seconds. Because of these two spears, he can function without vital organs for quite some time. However, these spears (and the staff) can be pulled out by anyone, stopping his regeneration and allowing them to inflict permanent damage on him. Despite his recovery being super human, it still takes some time for larger wounds to recover. Cuts would be healed in seconds, lacerations would take minutes, reattachment - possibly hours, and extreme damage like being torn open would take days, possibly even weeks.

But the curse has a severe price. No matter what Odile does, it slowly saps the life of everything around him. While it would take a long time for someone to die from the ability, it would take merely days for someone around him to be afflicted by atrophy and sickness. Healing magic is also halted around him, making it nigh impossible for someone to quickly recover from his aura of pestilence.

The Lost Blade is a talentium dagger embedded inside of Odile's chest. It gives him immense strength and speed. Even though he has heightened strength and speed, he doesn't actually have increased durability. If he attacks at his full strength, then both the target and him are going to break. Since he can't actually use the dagger, he is at an extreme disadvantage while fighting people who actually use their weapons properly. Like his curse, the blade can be removed from his body and as a result, he can lose his path.

Q - FLUX

Gerard woke rather early that morning. After all, he needed to call someone for a ride. His equipment made it nigh impossible for him to move around the city normally. The antiquated lustre of his room became illuminated with the light of his phone. The phone itself was a relic of the past; rather than some ultra-thin, million pixel laser light display, it was a simple brick with a thick screen. It was a miracle the phone still worked.

He reluctantly called Cash. Not out of disdain of the man, of course. Rather, it was simply because Gerard didn't want to inconvenience him. After a short conversation, Gerard had procured his ride to Cash's estate.

With a few hours to spare before dawn broke, Gerard left to gather his bearings. He didn't need his cane today. It would be much too busy for that, after all.

He quietly left the cafe and began to prepare for the day ahead. He ate, cleaned up himself, and did whatever other morning routine one could do in that time. Once everything was finished, he left to collect his equipment.

His journey left him in a rather bad spot of town. Formerly an industrial block, the buildings were rather quick to be abandoned, turning it into a ghost town. Rust reclaimed any sort of metal. Any valuable baubles or riches had been taken years ago. It was the perfect spot to hide something.

Gerard had entered a half-destroyed building. The concrete was barely holding the thick metal roofing. It was a certifiable deathtrap, one that only a fool would walk into. He crept along, passing the remnants of the machinery that had been vandalized beyond the point of no repair. He paid it no heed. He only used this building to hold one thing.

A large gate of steel greeted him. Held down by thick weights and enough locks to open a lock store, it was impossible for anyone else to open it. Unless of course, they had some rich man's tool or ability to cut through the ancient metals to get inside. One by one, Gerard opened the locks, each one falling to the ground. He placed his hands at the bottom of the gate, lifting it up as it folded into the roof of the room. With dust settling, Gerard saw his old equipment - his past that he would never be able to part with.

He put on his equipment, the weight of each plate bearing down on him. It was rather hard to move in, indeed. He threw a large draping of rags on the suit, concealing its large appearance. It made it much easier to move in public while wearing it. Nobody questioned giant and possibly obese men wearing rags in this day and age. He left the facility, pulling down the gate to conceal his hiding place.

A van was already there to pick him up. He graciously entered, his body almost completely filling the inside. The van left on its long journey, leaving nothing but dust.

Entering Cash's property was always the experience. A perk of the filthy rich, no doubt. They pulled up to the lot and Gerard left the van. He stood behind the crowd watching Cash's demonstration. First it was the box and the plastic sheet. Next, it was the chicken. He watched intently as Cash placed the chicken inside of the box and taped it closed. As Cash finished writing the symbol, the chicken exploded, leaving an (albeit contained) bloody mess. Gerard didn't jump when it exploded. Rather, he was more concerned about the implication. Runes that anyone could draw to make that happen? They didn't have any clues to who was using this strange power. Gerard hated dealing with the more intangible nightmares. He was rather stuck in the physical realm, after all.

Edged Horizon

@SilverDawn
Dude's a hell of a tsundere though. Goddamn just make up your mind.

If he uses his spears as a weapon, can other people also grab onto them? Or not? Essentially, are these spears physical? Magical? Intangible?

A curse that curses you with immortality and regeneration AND keeps your sanity in check is not a curse. Let's say that he gains this auto-regen ability by passively sapping the life force of those around him, as well as interfering with healing magic. A curse that ensures solitude, perhaps.

@ERode

Ｔ Ｅ Ｅ Ｎ Ａ Ｎ Ｇ Ｓ Ｔ

Yea. That's one of the weaknesses of his curse. Anyone can tear out the spears if they get behind him. They can even use the spears on him, if they feel like it. Hell, they could even kick him in the jaw and take the spears away from him while he's using them. The spears are the curse solidified, so to speak. While they're inside of him, they're intangible magic. While outside, they're physical with a bit of magic power to sip life.

Shit dog, that's a great idea. Now I feel bad for not thinking of it.

IᎶ.

Mostly though, I know his decision may be towards either Spirit's Journey or Madman's Strife. Will probably do a coin flip to see.

@Mag Lev

Do it. Be the absolute mad man we all wish we could be.

And I think I know what door I'm going through.

Edged Horizon

Everyone's From Astropol

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Name:
Odile Totena

Age:
Late teens.

Gender:
Male

Race:
Human

Nation:
Talze Utera

Appearance:
Odile stands at 5'2" (157cm) and has a rather weathered build. His most notable feature would be the various scars adorning his body. Every inch of his skin is damaged, either torn by cuts, charred by burns, or pockmarked by disease. As such, his body has grown quite resilient. All unnecessary aspects of his body has been removed by starvation or practice. Despite his rather monstrous appearance, his auburn hair is constantly braided and kept long, as he has never thought to cut it.

To make matters worse, he has black, smoking objects erupting upwards out of the top of his back. They are in the shape of two spears and a staff. They look rather inhuman, as if they shouldn't exist in this world. They just appear like something is wrong, though it is indescribable to say what.

If it weren't for his scars and massive protrusions, he would make for a rather attractive woman.

His outfit changes every so often. He used to wear a large set of crusader armour, but it was much too heavy and cumbersome to walk around normally in. As such, he tends to wear large hooded robes to hide his ghastly appearance. While alone, however, he doesn't wear much. _{^{( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}}

Personality:
Odile resembles less of a human and more of an injured animal. He doesn't have the keenest sense of morality, nor does he have knowledge of manners or the like. He acts more basic than that. If someone gives him food, he'll maybe follow them. If someone attacks him, he'll fight back. He runs off of instinct first and foremost.

Even with this primitive way of thinking, he at least has basic understandings of things. He understands the common tongue and can speak speak it, albeit poorly. He understands basic knowledge of the world, like currency and exchanging it for goods and services. Actually getting him to use currency, however, is another story.

He has an extreme hatred for crusaders. If he sees someone who looks like a crusader, there is no doubt that he would attack them. However, while he hates crusaders, he doesn't actually know that Astropol is behind all of the raids into his former home.

He rather enjoys the company of other people, a result of being alone for so long. Despite this longing of human contact and his targeted hate, he still is afraid of people. In fact, it has reached the point where he is afraid of both being alone and being close to other humans. He is filled with frustration because of it.

Biography:

• Abandoned by his parents in Talze Utera, he managed to survive his formative years because a surprisingly friendly monster took care of him.
• Odile accidentally leads crusaders to his home and the crusaders kill his 'father'.
• The young Odile, seeking vengeance, meets a witch and the witch, pitying him (and thinking it would be a fun time), curses him with regeneration.
• He begins to hunt the crusaders who venture into Talze Ultera and a crusader wielding a Talentium dagger eviscerates him. He survives and manages to sneak up on the crusader while he was making a prayer for his fallen comrades. Odile bites his neck open. The crusader panics and stabs Odile until he dies, the blade getting stuck in his chest.
• He eventually makes the choice to leave Talze Ultera to kill the crusaders before they invade his home and he became a wanderer.

Abilities:
Odile's path is extremely rudimentary. He doesn't even know what Talentium is. They just end up happening for him. His path is focused on one thing - vengeance. While facing a foe that he wishes death upon (mostly crusaders and the like), his strength and speed are drastically increased.

His single unnamed sword skill reflects his wish. He forcefully tears the physical manifestation of his curse away from his body and uses it as a weapon. The blackened spears easily pierce through any sort of armour and can even cut through metaphysical objects. However, this comes at a cost; once the spears are pulled out of his body, Odile can no longer regenerate. However, this ability goes both ways. If the enemy is pierced by the spear, a toxin erupts from the wound. At that point, the wound can no longer be healed by magic. Only time can cure the wounds caused by his spears. It truly is all or nothing at that point.

Important Items:
The Witch's Curse is the physical manifestation of the curse that allows Odile to regenerate. It erupts upwards from Odile's back and takes the shape of two spears and a staff. The staff, while it is useless when torn out, keeps his sanity in check. It allows him to take immeasurable amounts of pain without being afflicted by shock. However, this doesn't mean the pain itself is negated or that he can function properly while in pain. It only means that he won't pass out from the pain, forcing him to suffer through every second of damage he takes.

The two spears are the manifestation of his healing ability. While they are inside of him, all of his wounds regenerate. This doesn't mean he can grow new limbs. Rather, it means that if he loses a limb, he can reattach it in a matter of seconds. Because of these two spears, he can function without vital organs for quite some time. However, these spears (and the staff) can be pulled out by anyone, stopping his regeneration and allowing them to inflict permanent damage on him. Despite his recovery being super human, it still takes some time for larger wounds to recover. Cuts would be healed in seconds, lacerations would take minutes, reattachment - possibly hours, and extreme damage like being torn open would take days, possibly even weeks.

But the curse has a severe price. No matter what Odile does, it slowly saps the life of everything around him. While it would take a long time for someone to die from the ability, it would take merely days for someone around him to be afflicted by atrophy and sickness. Healing magic is also halted around him, making it nigh impossible for someone to quickly recover from his aura of pestilence.

The Lost Blade is a talentium dagger embedded inside of Odile's chest. It gives him immense strength and speed. Even though he has heightened strength and speed, he doesn't actually have increased durability. If he attacks at his full strength, then both the target and him are going to break. Since he can't actually use the dagger, he is at an extreme disadvantage while fighting people who actually use their weapons properly. Like his curse, the blade can be removed from his body and as a result, he can lose his path.

Edged Horizon

Shieeet, I'd be down.

IᎶ.

The warm dark enveloping Sala was comforting. It was all she knew, but it happened to be all that she needed to know. Whatever else there was? Unnecessary, at least in her eyes. Speaking of which, did she even have eyes? Some mysterious force compelled her to think yes, but did she even know what eyes were? She had never seen them, nor did she feel them. It was odd to know things that had no proof. Well, whatever the reason, Sala didn't need to know. She was in her first home, after all.

These feelings of fulfillment were soon cut off. Something compelled her to leave her egg. What was compelling her to? She had everything she needed in her home. Whatever was telling her to leave her home, her own willpower was greater. Rather than erupt from the egg in some grandiose fashion, she simply attempted to stretch her arms and legs (whatever those were). That was sure to satiate the desire to leave her home.

Upon stretching her limbs as much as she could, her existence began to change. Not in a metaphysical sense that embodies an epiphany, nor anything of that sort. Rather, she felt like her entire body was turning. That it was, and it was that. In an attempt to straighten, her egg chose to take the most ironic twist of fate possible. It tilted and tilted until it was no longer upright, then it began to roll. Roll it did, going some distance before colliding with something. Just from the impact, Sala could tell that whatever she bumped into, it was very similar to her. Well, that and the groan that may or may not have been her own.

Q - FLUX

Each page that Gerard saw was the work of a true artist. Every word he read held the infinite passion only a genius could intertwine. Truthfully, the book he read was complete drivel; it was nothing more than the maddened ramblings of the rich eccentrics who had saw their life as a blessing on other people. Gerard had a certain disdain for these people, but their works were interesting, to say the least.

The book managed to be readable through the muted light of an old lamp. Even though the room had large lights able to illuminate even the darkest of crevices, he preferred them off. At his old age, the bright lights hurt his ancient eyes more than they helped.

Quiet rumblings interrupted his lonesome reading. It wasn't unheard of for Cafe Thaza to become unruly. They were a rather mixed bag of people, after all. Despite this, Gerard decided to see what was happening. No matter what was happening, it was sure to be more tasteful than the book he was reading.

Gerard placed the collection of parchment down on his worn-out desk and turned off what little source of light he had in his room. He left the wooden chair he sat on and grabbed his cane. He left towards B1, hobbling each step of the way.

To his surprise and worriment, there was someone on a couch bleeding rather profusely. Gerard, despite seeing these things often, was always disheartened by those types of sights. It didn't help that Doc was in charge of healing the boy, nor did it help that a few of Doc's things were in the room with them.

His worries were slightly alleviated when he saw End helping the boy. For her to do such a thing was entirely new. He approached to thank her, but when she asked for credits, he stopped. Well, End was 50% of the way to becoming a good person. That was good enough for him.

He walked past the two of them and met face to face with the older gentleman. From his pocket, he pulled out three credsticks. Each one had around one hundred credits on them. After all, it wasn't the first time End did something like this. It was always nice to have something to deal with her demands.

"So," Gerard said to the man as he held out the credsticks towards him, "would you mind telling us what happened to the boy?"