Gentlemanvaultboy

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

He was actually taken aback that this man seemed to know who, exactly, he was looking for but then again these people were humans. It was no telling how mighty their minds worked. He had no idea to what point these people had evolved. Was it some sort of psychic impulse from physical contact, or a deep cold reading technique? Was their information network just that vast and omniscient? Had the story been written in the stars or predicted by some sort of supercomputer? Or perhaps it was the moogles who had heard the whole story and had pointed him here on their behalf?

Oh...

It was the moogles wasn't it...

Yeah...yeah that made much more sense...

He couldn't let mind run away like that out here. These were real humans, they were probably nothing like all the myths. They hadn't gotten there yet. They never would at all, if these seekers of darkness had their way. It wasn't enough for them to kidnap his oldest friend, snuff out one of the wisest being in Paradise, and genocide literally countless slave programs just waiting to be reborn. No, that just wasn't evil enough for them. And what had it been for, to complete the set? Is that why that had shown up in the first place, because Metallica had lost his heart and they were looking to recruit? Or had they somehow set that up too?

The corners of his mouth downturned just a little, his only betrayal of the boiling caldera of anger that bubbled just under the surface. "I don't need any compensation either." He said. "You had me at 'yes.'" He tuned on his heel and set back across the floor to where he'd been. So the best way to stick it in these seekers craw was to find the princesses before they did. Beings whose hearts were composed of pure light, huh? He looked around the room, his eyes landing on the girl Lilliana who was currently attempting to coax the crude robotic dinosaur belonging to the bounty hunter into...playing with her? The one that had just been nothing but delightful this entire time.

It probably wasn't that simple, but what if it was?

He walked over to her, standing there with the bounty hunter and what was unmistakably one of the old gene mods. You occasionally ran across a human with a tail, weird ears, multiple limbs, strange eyes. It might have been some sort of high fashion before they'd locked themselves into that form when embracing forever. They were arguing with one another, which meant he could just slip in. "Excuse me." He said to Lilliana, tapping her lightly on the shoulder. "Are you one of them? A princess of heart, I mean. Like, would you know?"

@Rai@The 42nd Gecko@Rex@WXer@Double@Letter Bee

Royal Rumble!

"I'm...ah...guwhe...," Bak stammered, completely unprepared to deal with any sort of compliment. She never had any idea what to think when Gilliam said something like that, especially when it followed one of his perverted outbursts. To save herself from having to respond she just shoved the whole scone in her mouth at once and and vaguely nodded.

She was grateful when Clara brought up the obvious flaw in their plan. Swigging the delightful tea to help her swallow she shook her head, a little embarrassed. "Ah, da. They would bar us from tournament if they even suspected." She had let her dislike of the boy cloud her judgment and jump at the chance to get him without thinking. They couldn't be banned from the Tournament. She loved the tournament. She had had so much fun last year every time she got the chance to blow up the competition. She would have to try harder to think up a really good plan!

That, however, was interrupted when one of Clara's bat-winged monsters flew into the room. There was always something fun happening when one of those flew in. She grinned almost as wide as Gilliam. "What do you need us to do, Tovarish?"
@KillamriX88@Taytay@Dezuel@Gentlemanvaultboy@Hammerman

Royal Rumble!

In the dark something heavy slapped get hands on the table, the tremor nearly knocking over the nice little glass of tea Gilliam had so kindly set there for her. She would have stood for effect, but she was already standing. Bak always stood at these meetings now. They had lost too many brave chairs for it to be otherwise. "Rurik! She said across the table. "You must sit up! If not you will just be going to sleep again where we can not see you. Christine, tell him, you know I am speaking truth."

It was only in this room that wrongdoers got any sort of warning other than the tell tale roar of a rocket lighting up. She'd learned that the hard way the first time he'd deflected a rocket into Clara. It was her greatest shame, the daughter of kind generous Mr. Mephisto being singed by one of her own weapons! She had spent all of the next day distraught and had been extra careful with her punishments since then on.

"As for how to be crushing St. Laurel's team," She said, switching gears and pumping both fists in the air, "Vittorio and Christine are having right idea. We should crush the horrible Alto as soon as possible! With mortar, or landmine, or giant cannon!" She looked around eagerly, but it was impossible to read the others expressions in the dim light, so she looked back down to the teacup. An idea struck her. "Oh, but Gilliam should not be involved. He is first year. They do not know he is monster yet. Remember how rattled they were in last tournament when I came out? And I am not even invincible monster like he is."

@KillamriX88@Taytay@Dezuel@HeroicSociopath@Hammerman

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

There was an old superstition among Orpheus's people that if a human ever turned and spoke directly to you then the sheer power of the wisdom that they were trying to convey would overload your mind and make you to explode. This idea was generally dismissed both by those that thought that the idea of the humans thinking anything anymore was absurd and the practically minded folks that simply stated that humans did not speak and never spoke. However to those that thought the humans had evolved their thinking to a point that they thought things so profound there was just nothing more important than thinking them the idea held more sway and always invited a certain degree of caution when in their vicinity.

Orpheus fell into this camp, and it was partly why he had not spoken. The other part was...well...just how did one greet their gods? What did you say? What were you supposed to do with your hands? Should you speak loudly and clearly so the can hear you, or softly so as not to hurt their ears. This is how King Peleus must have felt, he decided, standing around on Mt. Olympus surrounded by deities on his wedding day, some of them just goofing around like they were normal people. Add to this the culture shock of witnessing a bustling human city, all the noise compared to the serene and ghostly silence that permeated such places back home, the palaces grandeur contrasted with its uncountable small flaws giving it an unreal beauty unlike anything he had ever seen before, and it was little wonder that he had unconsciously retreated into himself as he moved through the city until what had drifted into the throne room was nothing but a crystal ball, purple light leaking from the busted gash up top. Further keeping him all defensive like this was the appearance of Tocsax, through one of those black portals. The same sort of black portal, same sound and everything. Seeing as no one else reacted to that, though, he decided to bide his time and wait for his nerves to settle.

Two concepts, however, provided by he self admitted Nobody forced his hand and made him speak up; The group he'd used to belong too, and the method to restore a Nobody to its normal form. The small orb shook, scattering a cloud of small fibrous crystal and emitted purple light. The light reflected on the cloud, shaping it until the clear imagine of a human body was wrapped securely around the core. "Sorry to interrupt." he said, desperately wishing that he could actually sound sorry for interrupting. He stepped forward, striding right up to Tocsax. This was where all his observations paid off! He would ask his question of the gods, and would do so with perfect decorum!

He wrapped his arms tightly around Tocsax, just as he had seen Lilliana do before she had introduced herself. As he let go, he tried to capture at least a little of the dignity Lucas Smith had injected into his own introduction for a times two introduction decorum combo. He could not, but that didn't stop him. "My name is Zeta 33,576 Orpheus and Eurydice. You can think of me as sort of an ambassador of the twenty-three servers, and there's something I have to know before we move on. These guys you used to run with, did they dress in big black coats?"

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

Orpheus

Name: Zeta 33,576 "Orpheus and Eurydice"
Appearance:

Bio

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.

Age: Who's counting?

Skills:
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.

Personality:
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.

World Sheet

Paradise

Name: Paradise and The Overlay
Summary of History: 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.

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

The 2322 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.

Kingdom Hearts: Lights of the Multiverse (KH and Alternate History)

Orpheus

Name: Zeta 33,576 "Orpheus and Eurydice"
Appearance:

Bio

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.

Age: Who's counting?

Skills:
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.

Personality:
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.

World Sheet

Paradise

Name: Paradise and The Overlay
Summary of History: 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.

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

The 2322 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.

@Letter Bee

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@KillamriX88

After thinking about it, I decided you were right. All Bak's relationships make much more sense if she's bumped up a year.

Royal Rumble!

Updated my relationships to reflect Christine joining the side of wickedness.

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Bak Tsarevna

Name: "Living Armor" Bak Tsarevna
Age: 16

Grade: Mephisto's, 2nd Year

Biography: A student brought in by Mephisto to fill out the ranks, she was discovered in an extensively damaged far-flung town that was all but deserted save for Bak and her parents. Bak's problems had begun when she was just a small child when her parents had discovered odd growths on her back. Unable to afford a doctor and wondering whether these growths might be just a simple rash or some type of cancer, they experienced an odd combination of horror and relief when they realized that their daughter was growing a turret.

Over time, other parts formed. Armor here. A missile pod there. Her legs deformed, warping into a new shape to better support her great weight. She learned to fire her guns. People started calling her a monster. She learned to block out the sound with explosions. She learned to really like explosions.

She liked explosions so much that eventually everyone just up and left, then she realized life was awfully lonely when you didn't have any more friends to shoot at. So when she was offered a place at a school in the big city where she could make some new friends she jumped at the chance, despite not really attending school since she blew out the back of her kindergarten class.

Powers:
Built Like A Tank
Bak grows armor and weaponry out of her own body naturally. These are a part of her, act as limbs that she controls, and shares their senses with her (for example, the targeting cameras on her missile pod and artillery gun effectively act as additional eyes.) Because of the great weight these parts place on her she has advanced strength and durability just to be able to move, her internals essentially being either made of or enhanced with metal. This weight problem is the main reason she hasn't just covered herself in all the guns ever, because even her strength would be overwhelmed if she were over-encumbered.

• Self Modification - When one of Bak's parts is damaged beyond repair it must be shed and regrown. The length of time this takes varies based on how complex the part being regrown is, from a week (for something like armor) to up to half a year (for something as complex as a missile pod.) It only during this time that, through an effort of will, a growing part can be modified with different features or made to grown into something different.
• Ammo Generation - What is the point of having all these guns without the ammo to fire them? Bak is able to grow normal bullets almost instantly within the barrels of her guns, with larger ammunition taking only slightly longer (about two of my posts). Creating ammunition uses up her stamina, steadily exhausting her the more she has to create. Strangely, none of this ammo seems as dangerous as it should be. It will do as much property damage as the real thing, but when pointed at other humans it gets much weaker. It will still hurt and do damage, but even a direct missile strike from doesn't seem enough to kill someone outright. Her attacks lack any true killing intent.
• Special Sense Share - If a piece of equipment Bak grows has a special sensor, she shares senses with it. For example, a thermal camera on a missile pod will allow her to have thermal vision or a radio will have the voice come in directly to her ear. If the part conveying the sense is destroyed Bak loses that corresponding sencse.
  Since these can come in any order this is my idea for either my fifth and fourth power.
• Rescue Missile: Bak fires a salvo of missiles that, instead of doing damage when exploding, creates an incandescent bubble within which the effect that keeps her bullets from dealing fatal damage applies to every attack made within the bubble. The bubble lasts only a short time. The power seems to adversely effect her launcher, and every use of it extends the time for her missiles to reload until the the launcher can be readjusted.
• Drone Factory: Bak can spawn up to two remote drones from her mouth. These drones can come in a variety of configurations, but are each made up of one weapon type, one means of locomotion, and a special camera type. Drones can either be directly controlled or act independently from Bak while following simple orders. Bak shares vision with the drones, and their weapons operate under the same mercy restriction as hers do. She can not control more than two, any more than that will come up inoperable. Bak can not create any more than two in a day.

Relationships:

• Clara Deimos Erdrigan: Bak calls her tovarish. She is Clara's loyal toady, shield against danger, and secret best friend whether she likes it or not.
• Rurik Alexeev: A lazy boy who is always late and rude. Missiles so far have not improved his attitude. The solution is obviously more missiles. A poor worker through and through, but he can blow things up too so it kind of evens out.
  
  
  Bak's Perspective

  Human beings only had one redeeming quality: they were fun targets. Bak had known this for a very long time, nearly so long as she could remember. She assumed that there must have been some affection once, surly someone that had held her at some point and looked down on her with eyes filled to bursting with love. Sometimes when she wracked her memory she could fool herself into believing she could remember how it felt. That was nothing but a delusion. Even if she could grasp at the faintest outline of love in a distant memory it had no meaning in the world she lived in. In her world humans didn't have any love for her. They had jeers. They had stones. They had fear. They looked at her with hatred in their hearts because she was a demon monster who existed only to do evil in the world. They would kill her, if they believed they could, and she had protected herself, because no one else would do so for her, and gradually those fearful glares all disappeared over the horizon never to be seen again. All but two, but there wasn't anything she could do about that.
  
  It was here, in the burnt out ruin of what might have been a town, that the man from Mephisto's had found her. She wasn't entirely sure why she agreed to go with him. Maybe it was childlike wanderlust, or a need to search out more targets to shoot, or just to get way from those two whom she could never use her bullets to drive away. They hadn't accompanied her to the cargo plane the man had chartered to take her to Rhea, had not even said goodbye. The only ones she shared a goodbye with were the sheep in the field, who tolerated her only because their glass eyed ignorance kept them from comprehending her. They were the closest things she'd ever had to friends and, as she felt the plane rumble under her as she flew into parts unknown, the only thing she regretted leaving behind.
  
  In an odd way it was comforting to know that people were the same everywhere. She'd been in this position before, surrounded by a swarm of children yelling colorful insults, but she didn't let any of it get through her armor. She was actually smiling faintly at the ridiculousness of it all. All you had to do was look at her to tell that this was a bad idea. They were always so stupid. Did they think being here, at this school, would protect them? Did they believe she was unwilling to use her seemingly lethal arsenal? Were they thinking that, perhaps, she would never be foolish enough to fire her missiles at this range? Her missile launcher flipped open, and she stopped for a moment to appreciate the sudden silence and collective intake of breath from the mob. Then she unleashed hell.
  
  The first explosion was always the most fun because it made them scatter like carrion birds. The heat was just warm enough to feel good as it washed across her skin, the concussive force that had thrown part of the circle in all directions only making her step backwards to regain her balance. She spun up her guns, tracked one of the fleeing groups with her artillery, and from that point on she was prancing in a field of yellow-orange flowers. The courtyard was filled with big hearty BOOMs, the scream of pain as people went down, were knocked up, came back down, and somehow over it all the joyous peals of a young girls laughter. It lasted no more than a few seconds before they had scattered out of sight and Bak was, again, seemingly alone. Seemingly.
  
  There was one left. There was usually the one in every crowd, the one for whom Fight or Flight glitched out and made them stand their, dumbly, not even processing what was going on. She turned to face him. She smiled. She'd give him a chance. She wait for him to settle on one of the other while she waited for her missiles to reload. He knelt down, hands raised as though he were expecting that to save him. She saw his hand slowly creep over to a rock, lifting it into his hand. Fight, then. That was brave. She'd only use a missile on him, they didn't hurt as much.
  
  When he threw it, though, it wasn't at her. It sailed behind a bush and exploded like something of her own, sending the ones that had been hiding their tumbling head over foot into the air. What? She turned back to the boy, who was giving her a weak little smile. What? Huh? Why? What?
  
  She didn't understand. Even as she started clapping she was so dumbfounded she didn't even bother to rotate her guns out of the way. She laughed, but even then she didn't quite get why, and he started to laugh too. Slowly, shakily, like a man that had been led to the gallows only to see the contraption collapse as he stepped on it, but even so. It wasn't until some time later, after she'd met with the rest of the committee and had time to acclimate herself to them, that she fully understood what it was she'd been feeling at that moment. At the time she'd been content to just stand there and laugh together with another human being because it was the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt.
• Christine Abigail: Pervert. She is pervert. Such good worker, but pervert. Can't use missile. Missile would blow more clothes off. That's what she wants. Oooohhhh, what to do?
• Gilliam DeWitt: Bak has no idea how to deal with compliments on her appearance, especially from a boy, especially from a boy as handsome as that. Then again, Gilliam eats garbage, so isn't being to his taste sort of insulting?
• Alto Ganze: She doesn't really understand why Clara hates this guy so much, so just assumes he must have broken her heart. Or perhaps he's a pervert. Tovaresh must be kept safe from this heartbreaking pervert!
• King: Believes King's backstory implicitly. Want's to ask him what space is like so she can go there once she grows up and becomes a giant robot.

Royal Rumble! (Modern anime high-school super-powers? Oh my!)

Huh wait, turns out there was only you left @Gentlemanvaultboy. That sounds like a pretty good fit, although I did want her in the Vigilantes but it's up to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. I wanted them to be neutral but they're leaning towards good a little too much. It'd be nice to have someone chaotic in there.

@RoflsMazoy

Depending on how things play out she might end up swinging that way eventually. She's not a bad girl at heart, really. It's just that she thinks being blown up and pulling dirty tricks is all in good fun.