Holy Soldier

DC Universe REBIRTH iCheck

@Sir LurksalotNot like he wasn't already emo enough.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

I'm going to give Samus @Lmpkioone more day just because I'm a day ahead of everyone due to my time zone.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@DracoLunarisRead the OOC.

@Etherean Fire1. I pictured Odin on the side of the castle facing the Abandoned Castle which if you need cardinal directions west and everyone else (team 3) I assume is south.

2. Sure. You can only change your mind once more. I do not allow people to change their minds more than 2 times.

DC Universe REBIRTH iCheck

William "Billy/Bill" Batson [Image 2]

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Divine Empowerment: Billy was given his powers by being reborn again by the Great Old Ones. By saying the name “Shazam!” which is an actual acronym for the names of each of the six Great Old Ones, he is empowered by an ancient otherworldly magic. The six old ones who give Billy their power are: Summanus, Hastur, Ammutseba, Zathog, Amon-Gorloth, and Mynoghra.

Superhuman Strength: SHAZAM can lift cars with ease, crush guns, and knock over superhuman enemies with little effort.

Superhuman Durability: Bullets have no effect on SHAZAM, knives conventional weaponry does nothing to his physical body as well. Only the most powerful superhumans can topple him as SHAZAM.

Superhuman Speed: SHAZAM can travel like lightning, flying through the air at multiple mach speeds.

Superhuman Agility & Reflexes: Self-explanatory.

Superhuman Perception: SHAZAM can hear and perceive things only magical beings can. He can also converse with those supernatural things.

Magic: He can control electricity and use various spells and enchantments. He can project magical lightning from his hands and fingers. He could not control it at first as any electrical device overloads then explodes (even car lights) when he touches them. He can control it now though. He can show those with evil in their hearts the nightmares of The Beyond. It is enough to throw a sane person into the "Mouth of Madness."

Magic Resistance: Being that his powers are primarily from magic, he is highly resistant to all forms of magic. A high form of magical power is the only type of magic that would be able to harm him.

Flight: SHAZAM can fly with no upper known limits. He can hover and soar at high speeds through an act of sheer will.

Self-Sustenance: As SHAZAM, Billy can survive without sleep, food, water or air.

Immortality: As SHAZAM, Billy is unaging.



Billy Batson: Billy is an average human with human weaknesses.

Gagging: As Billy, if he is gagged, he cannot say SHAZAM, which allows him to transform into a nearly unstoppable force.

SHAZAM: If struck by his own lightning, SHAZAM will revert back to Billy.

High Order Magic: Although SHAZAM's abilities give him a resistance to most magic, magic of a high enough order or level does have the ability to harm him at times. It would, however, take a being of great knowledge and extreme proficiency in magic and it's use to wield it in manner capable of causing harm to him.

Naivety: Billy tends to be more optimistic and gullible than other heroes. In some cases this works to his advantage, but it can also cause his peers to look down upon him. However, Billy's naivety also gives him strong moral values and helps him find the good in everybody.

Inexperience: Due to his relative lack of understanding in the usage of his abilities, SHAZAM doesn't quite understand the true extent of his mystical abilities. Failing to grasp how to properly use his divine magic has backfired on him more than once. For example, when Billy's transformed state used to short out electrical and mechanical appliances or how to cast enchantments on multiple host avatars at once without backlash. Another example, using his magic to illicitly earn money from an ATM without being able to shut it off.



On first appearance as SHAZAM, the champion appears intimidating and a force to be reckoned with, but his mannerisms say something entirely different. While he appears to be an adult male at the peak of masculinity, he is actually…um…a little immature? Billy Batson is still Billy Batson. As a young man entering his college and young-adult years, he can appear to be a little arrogant at times and even naïve. Even with all of his power, a confrontation is the last thing he wants. He does his best to talk his way around a situation even when he gets in trouble by other heroes. Can you imagine such a man flying away/fleeing because he drank the last soda from the fridge? I can.

Billy, as SHAZAM, is one of the most deceiving heroes. He is powerful and mighty, but he is also a frat boy with little experience. He finds it a little difficult to juggle college and his job with saving the day, and so he’ll gladly pass a situation off to another hero. “What? You can’t handle him? *sigh*…I’ll fight him for ten minutes, and then I gotta go to class!”

Ever since Billy ran into the Great Old Ones, finding out if their existence has been documented throughout history has become his hobby and his major in college. He likes to discuss and study ancient civilizations and artifacts. Believing in the Great Old Ones has also made him appear mad to other humans. But that’s okay because they just haven’t seen them yet. But they will!

Dark Story

Life; a cruel conundrum of endless suffering with spontaneous bouts of reprieve where one was allowed to be happy and at peace. How is one born in this world, given a beautiful thing called a family only to see it taken away? Was it meant to happen or had it been mere happenstance? Could it have happened to someone else if it had to happen? Why had it happened to me?

William “Billy” or “Bill” Batson was born on this earth just like any other child. He grew up, went to elementary school, and then to middle school as his family made money and taught him life’s values. The life of a child had its ups and downs but none that he had to worry about yet. He was free to be who he wanted to be and do what he wanted: sports, art, music…as he entered high school, he had his first kiss and even dated a girl. It was a typical life—one that many forsake because they’ve never had it taken from them.

It happened so quick. It happened so sudden. It didn’t even make sense. Billy was sitting in class, taking a horrible calculus test when the principal and two police officers poked into the classroom and asked the teacher for a moment with him. Billy turned in his test to continue working on it another time and stepped out into the hallway. When he saw the cops, he feared that he must have done something wrong. Oh shit, it’s about the underage drinking… he thought. Had someone squealed on him at a party? They were going to take him to jail! His parents were going to be furious! His parents were dead.

The news was dropped on him like an anvil and for a moment, he didn’t even believe them. No one knew how they died. Their bodies were just found still wearing their work clothes. They were both archaeology professors at Fawcett University. As much as he wanted to think the principal and the police were all insane, he found himself starting to believe them. He cried unintentionally as though his heart believed them even if his mind didn’t. It just made no sense!

Before he knew it, decisions were being made for him as though he didn’t have a say. They mentioned orphanage, group home, leaving school for a while. So much stress was building up in his skull that he saw his sanity thinning. Billy ran out of the office. The cops tried to chase him, but he outrun their fat asses. He didn’t run home for he knew the cops would wait for him there. What was the point anyway? His parents were dead!

Billy disappeared for three whole days. The Fawcett City Police Department and the community searched for him. The police even requested super heroes to search for him. Billy had traveled out of Fawcett City to Milwaukee. His plan was to head south before the winter kicked in. He had no idea where his life was taking him. Everything was spiraling out of control and he couldn’t bring his mind back. He was just running. Forever running until he couldn’t anymore—until he was tired of feeling sad. He never made it to Milwaukee. He stopped in Sheboygan, and he had the craziest idea to just kill himself. He didn’t have the balls to slice his wrists or take a bunch of pills, fearing that they wouldn’t be fast enough. He didn’t want to dive in front of a vehicle and somehow miraculously survive—and who knew in what condition? He had the strange feeling to just drown in the chilly waters of Lake Michigan. The lake just happened to be within his reach, and the interesting thing about Northerners is that they tended to mind their own business.

Billy traveled down to the lake and walked into it until he felt the water soak through his worn and grimy shoes. It felt like cold glass fragments washing over his toes and ankles, but he continued until he started to shiver. He crossed his arms over his chest, his lips went blue, and he made it up to his hips until he started to mentally panic, This was a stupid idea!

He was so cold that all he could do was take baby steps back toward shore. He started to wonder if his legs had frozen over because they felt like planks of wood. He didn’t get far. Something grasped the backs of his ankles. Billy started to panic and attempted to lunge away when his feet were yanked out from under him. He was dragged into the cold water, sinking deeper and deeper, watching the surface grow further away and endless blue surround him. The lake didn’t look like a lake anymore, but he was in a body of water. He sank deeper and deeper into an abyss.

Billy gazed down at his legs and saw black tentacles wrapped about them. The blue beneath him became dark as a black silhouette appeared beneath him. The tentacles were drawing him straight to it. It was the face of a monster whose teeth resembled those of a human skull. Its jaws were open and Billy realized that the tentacles came from inside its mouth. It was drawing him in! A plume of bubbles left Billy’s mouth on a horrified scream as he was pulled into the monster’s mouth. Its teeth closed above him, blotting out all light, and he was no longer surrounded by blue. He was surrounded by darkness.

The tentacles were no longer about his ankles. He felt a breeze sliding through his soaked clothes and hair, drying them. Was he falling? A bright light suddenly appeared in the darkness, stinging his retinas as he brought his arms before his face to guard his eyes from the glare. Billy passed through the light as though it had been a puddle in the darkness and emerged on the other side in space.

There were stars. Comets whisked by him and massive planets like none in the universe he was familiar with surrounded him. There were other creatures, colossal like the creatures of the deep, but were more like a living nightmare. They had numerous legs, tentacles, and eyes. Other creatures were birthed from their flesh, spreading across the sky like squids. These creatures were as large as submarines and when they howled it was low and ominous. He felt the decibels vibrating his core until he thought he would be ripped apart. Billy landed on a large rock. It was more like an asteroid in the foreign cosmos he was in.

The fall had winded him, and as he slowly came to, he pressed his hands against the stony floor and raised his shoulders. Before him were six giants, wearing black cloaks. Billy was on his knees, gawking at the beings unsure whether to refer to them as man or creature. One of the beings had octopus-like tentacles dipping from its hood and whipping about the floor. Another being’s breath left its hood on a black cloud with bits of sparks, swirling within it. The third was rotund, a spherical blob draped in cloth that quivered with what sounded like laughter. The fourth was the one who addressed him. The fourth one was slender and the cloak clung to its skeletal body. The skeleton frame was human-like in nature except for the two crescent-curled horns that were on its crown.

“William Batson,” the creature knew his name!

Billy trembled as he remained on his hands and knees. “Is…is this hell?”

The fat one shook more vigorously with laughter.

“This is life!” the fourth entity answered. “You are dead. You and the rest of you humans live in a rotting existence. We brought you here so that you could live.”

Billy tried to wrap his brain around what the creature was saying. “Are you saying that this is the real world?”

“Yes!”

The six entities nodded in approval.

“Why did you bring me here?” Billy asked.

“You were chosen by the Great Old Ones. You will be our vessel. You will show your world that we exist.”

Summanus

Hastur

Ammutseba

Zathog

Amon-Gorloth

Mynoghra

“What are you saying? Are those names?” Billy asked.

From beneath the robes of the six Great Old Ones slithered tentacles that crawled toward Billy. He scrambled to his feet and attempted to run, but reached the edge of the floating rock. Below him was nothing but a blackness that had no other meaning. Billy glanced over his shoulder to see the tentacles still approaching him.

“They are the names of the six Great Old Ones before you.”

Pushed to the edge, Billy couldn’t think of a worse fate than falling forever into darkness. He leapt from the rock before the gods’ arms could reach him; and as he fell, he noticed the rock had thousands of root-like tentacles dangling from it. The unearthly appendages snagged him in mid-air, burrowing into his clothes, flesh, eyes, nose, and mouth. His agonized cries were drowned out by the roots that ripped him to pieces and absorbed him like water. The six gods converged in a circle, extending their claws, hands, limbs, and tentacles in the center of the circle. From their flesh seeped a sanguine liquid that dripped and formed a dark puddle. Surfacing in the puddle, curled in a nude ball was Billy, slick with blood or whatever the crimson, amniotic fluid was.

“You are alive no longer as William Batson, but SHAZAM!” the fourth entity proclaimed.

SHAZAM!

SHAZAM!

SHAZAM!

The chorus of the Great Old Ones startled Billy as he awoke in a hospital bed in Fawcett City. He learned from his nurse that he had been found unconscious in an alley and was out for three days. Strangely, his clothes had been soaking wet despite it not having rained that day. She figured someone might have tried to revive him with a bucket of water. Had it been a dream? When the nurse left, Billy slid out of his bed and inspected himself. It had felt so real! On his right shoulder, as though clawed from his flesh with a knife, was a strange symbol.

The last thing he remembered of the dream left his lips on a whisper, SHAZAM.

The hospital was struck by lightning, causing the power to temporarily go out. The lightning had sprouted from the EKG, the ceiling lamps, and television to electrocute Billy and transform him into the champion SHAZAM. As SHAZAM, he heard the whispers of the Great Old Ones and felt the presence of magic ancient and new. Billy figured he had become a hero—or at least, he believed himself to be one. He had to keep his new power a secret. No longer did he feel that his life suited no purpose. His life had a new meaning.

Billy was placed into foster care with his new family called the Vasquez. Having heard of the story about his parents, they felt sorry for him, and figured that he was about to be old enough to be out of their hair soon. Billy was able to return to high school and graduate, and he later got a job as a journalist. Currently, he is using Journalism to pay for his bachelor degree in Archaeology with a minor in Ancient Civilizations.

I am open for plotting. I was attacked by the inspiration shark when I wrote Billy's history. I left the murderer of his parents a mystery so that it wouldn't conflict with other character ideas that this game may get. But yes, the twist on this character is very Lovecraftian.

The Locker

William "Billy/Bill" Batson [Image 2]

21

Divine Empowerment: Billy was given his powers by being reborn again by the Great Old Ones. By saying the name “Shazam!” which is an actual acronym for the names of each of the six Great Old Ones, he is empowered by an ancient otherworldly magic. The six old ones who give Billy their power are: Summanus, Hastur, Ammutseba, Zathog, Amon-Gorloth, and Mynoghra. Through these Great Old Ones, Billy has increased intellect from

Superhuman Strength: SHAZAM can lift cars with ease, crush guns, and knock over superhuman enemies with little effort.

Superhuman Durability: Bullets have no effect on SHAZAM, knives conventional weaponry does nothing to his physical body as well. Only the most powerful superhumans can topple him as SHAZAM.

Superhuman Speed: SHAZAM can travel like lightning, flying through the air at multiple mach speeds.

Superhuman Agility & Reflexes: Self-explanatory.

Superhuman Perception: SHAZAM can hear and perceive things only magical beings can. He can also converse with those supernatural things.

Magic: He can control electricity and use various spells and enchantments. He can project magical lightning from his hands and fingers. He could not control it at first as any electrical device overloads then explodes (even car lights) when he touches them. He can control it now though. He can show those with evil in their hearts the nightmares of The Beyond. It is enough to throw a sane person into the "Mouth of Madness."

Magic Resistance: Being that his powers are primarily from magic, he is highly resistant to all forms of magic. A high form of magical power is the only type of magic that would be able to harm him.

Flight: SHAZAM can fly with no upper known limits. He can hover and soar at high speeds through an act of sheer will.

Self-Sustenance: As SHAZAM, Billy can survive without sleep, food, water or air.

Immortality: As SHAZAM, Billy is unaging.



Billy Batson: Billy is an average human with human weaknesses.

Gagging: As Billy, if he is gagged, he cannot say SHAZAM, which allows him to transform into a nearly unstoppable force.

SHAZAM: If struck by his own lightning, SHAZAM will revert back to Billy.

High Order Magic: Although SHAZAM's abilities give him a resistance to most magic, magic of a high enough order or level does have the ability to harm him at times. It would, however, take a being of great knowledge and extreme proficiency in magic and it's use to wield it in manner capable of causing harm to him.

Naivety: Billy tends to be more optimistic and gullible than other heroes. In some cases this works to his advantage, but it can also cause his peers to look down upon him. However, Billy's naivety also gives him strong moral values and helps him find the good in everybody.

Inexperience: Due to his relative lack of understanding in the usage of his abilities, SHAZAM doesn't quite understand the true extent of his mystical abilities. Failing to Grasp how to properly use his divine magic has backfired on him more than once. Such as when Billy's transformed state used to short out electrical and mechanical appliances or how to cast enchantments on multiple host avatars at once without backlash and using his magic to illicitly earn money from an ATM without being able to shut it off.



On first appearance as SHAZAM, the champion appears intimidating and a force not to be reckoned with, but his mannerisms say something entirely different. While he appears to be an adult male at the peak of masculinity, he is actually…um…a little immature? Billy Batson is still Billy Batson. As a young man entering his college and young adult years, he can appear to be a little arrogant at times and even naïve. Even with all of his power, a confrontation is the last thing he wants. He does his best to talk his way around a situation even when he gets in trouble by other heroes. Can you imagine such a man flying away/fleeing because he drank the last soda from the fridge? I can.

Billy, as SHAZAM, is one of the most deceiving heroes. He is powerful and mighty, but he is also a frat boy with little experience. He finds it a little difficult to juggle college and his job with saving the day, and so he’ll gladly pass a situation off to another hero. “What? You can’t handle him? *sigh*…I’ll fight him for ten minutes, and then I gotta go to class!”

Ever since Billy ran into the Great Old Ones, finding out if their existence has been documented throughout history has become his hobby and his major in college. He likes to discuss and study ancient civilizations and artifacts. Believing in the Great Old Ones has also made him appear mad to other humans. But that’s okay because they just haven’t seen them yet. But they will!

Dark Story

Life; a cruel conundrum of endless suffering with spontaneous bouts of reprieve where one was allowed to be happy and at peace. How is one born in this world, given a beautiful thing called a family only to see it taken away? Was it meant to happen or had it been mere happenstance? Could it have happened to someone else if it had to happen? Why had it happened to me?

William “Billy” or “Bill” Batson was born on this earth just like any other child. He grew up, went to elementary school, and then to middle school as his family made money for the family and taught him life’s values. The life of a child had its up and downs but none that he had to worry about yet. He was free to be who he wanted to be and do what he wanted: sports, art, music…as he entered high school, he had his first kiss and even dated a girl. It was a typical life—one that many forsake because they’ve never had it taken from them.

It happened so quick. It happened so sudden. It didn’t even make sense. Billy was sitting in class, taking a horrible calculus test when the principal and two police officers poked into the classroom and asked the teacher for a moment with him. Billy turned in his test to continue working on it another time and stepped out into the hallway. When he saw the cops, he feared that he must have done something wrong. Oh shit, it’s about the underage drinking… he thought. Had someone squealed on him at a party? They were going to take him to jail! His parents were going to be furious! His parents were dead.

The news was dropped on him like an anvil and for a moment, he didn’t even believe them. No one knew how they died. Their bodies were just found still wearing their work clothes. They were both archeology professors at Fawcett University. As much as he wanted to think the principal and the police were all insane, he found himself starting to believe him. He cried unintentionally as though his heart believed them even if his mind didn’t. It just made no sense!

Before he knew it, decisions were being made for him as though he didn’t have a life of his own. They mentioned orphanage, group home, leaving school for a while. So much stress was building in his skull that he saw his sanity thinning. Billy ran out of the office. The cops tried to chase him, but he outrun their fat asses. He didn’t run home for he knew the cops would wait for him. What was the point anyway? His parents were dead!

Billy disappeared for three whole days. The Fawcett City Police Department and the community searched for him. The police even requested super heroes to search for him. Billy had traveled out of Fawcett City to Milwaukee. His plan was to head south before the winter kicked in. He had no idea where his life was taking him. Everything was spiraling out of control and he couldn’t bring his mind back. He was just running. Forever running until he couldn’t anymore—until he was tired of feeling sad. He never made it to Milwaukee. He stopped in Sheboygan, and he had the craziest idea to just kill himself. He didn’t have the balls to slice his wrists or take a bunch of pills, fearing that they wouldn’t be fast enough. He didn’t want to dive in front of a vehicle and somehow miraculously survive—and who knew in what condition? He had the strange feeling to just drown in the chilly waters of Lake Michigan. The lake just happened to be within his reach, and the interesting thing about Northerners is that they tended to mind their own business.

Billy traveled down to the lake and walked into it until he felt the water soak through his worn and grimy shoes. It felt like cold glass washing over his toes and ankles, but he continued until he started to shiver. He crossed his arms over his chest, his lips went blue, and he made it up to his hips until he started to mentally panic, This was a stupid idea!

He was so cold that all he could do was take baby steps back toward shore. He started to wonder if his legs had frozen over because they felt like planks of wood. He didn’t get far. Something grasped the backs of his ankles. Billy started to panic and attempted to lunge away when his feet were yanked out from under him. He was dragged into the cold water, sinking deeper and deeper, watching the surface grow further away and endless blue surround him. The lake didn’t look like the like anymore, but he was in a body of water. Endless blue surrounded him as he sank deeper and deeper into an abyss.

Billy gazed down at his legs and saw black tentacles wrapped about them. The blue beneath him became dark as a black silhouette appeared beneath them. The tentacles were drawing him straight to it. It was the face of a monster whose teeth resembled those of a human skull. Its jaws were open and Billy realized that the tentacles came from inside its mouth. It was drawing him in! A plume of bubbles left Billy’s mouth on a horrified scream as he was pulled into the monster’s mouth. Its teeth closed above him, blotting out all light, and he was no longer surrounded by blue. He was surrounded by darkness.

The tentacles were no longer about his ankles. He felt a breeze sliding through his soaked clothes and hair, drying them. Was he falling? A bright light suddenly appeared in the darkness, stinging his retinas as he brought his arm before his face to guard his eyes from the glare. Billy passed through the light as though it had been a puddle in the darkness and emerged on the other side in space.

There were stars. Comets whisked by him and massive planets like none in the universe he was familiar with surrounded him. There were other creatures colossal like the creatures of the deep, but were more like a living nightmare. They had numerous legs, tentacles, and eyes. Other creatures were birthed from their flesh, spreading across the sky like squids. These creatures were as large as submarines and when they howled it was low and ominous. He felt the decibels vibrating his core until he thought he would be ripped apart. Billy landed on a large rock. It was more like an asteroid in the foreign cosmos he was in.

The fall had winded him, and as he slowly came to, he pressed his hands against the stony floor and raised his shoulders. Before him were six giants, wearing black cloaks. Billy saw on his knees, gawking at the beings unsure whether to refer to them as man or creature. One of the beings had octopus-like tentacles dipping from its hood and whipping about the floor. Another being’s breath left its hood on a black cloud with bits of sparks, swirling within it. The third was rotund, a spherical blob draped in cloth that quivered with what sounded like laughter. The fourth was the one who addressed him. The fourth one was slender and the cloak clung to its skeletal body. The skeleton frame was human-like in nature except for the two crescent-curled horns that was on its head.

“William Batson,” the creature knew his name!

Billy trembled as he remained on his hands and knees. “Is…is this hell?”

The fat one shook more vigorously with laughter.

“This is life!” the fourth entity answered. “You are dead. You and the rest of you humans live in a rotting existence. We brought you here so that you could live.”

Billy tried to wrap his brain around what the creature was saying. “Are you saying that this is the real world?”

“Yes!”

The six entities nodded in approval.

“Why did you bring me here?” Billy asked.

“You were chosen by the Great Old Ones. You will be our vessel. You will show your world that we exist.”

Summanus

Hastur

Ammutseba

Zathog

Amon-Gorloth

Mynoghra

“What are you saying? Are those names?” Billy asked.

From beneath the robes of the six Great Old Ones slithered tentacles that crawled toward Billy. He scrambled to his feet and attempted to run, but reached the edge of the floating rock. Below him was nothing but an endless abyss, a blackness that had no other meaning. Billy glanced over his shoulder to see the tentacles still approaching him.

“They are the names of the six Great Old Ones before you.”

Pushed to the edge, Billy couldn’t think of a worse fate than falling forever into darkness. He leapt from the rock before the gods’ arms could reach him; and as he fell, he noticed the rock had thousands of root-like tentacles dangling from it. The unearthly appendages snagged him in mid-air, burrowing into his clothes, flesh, eyes, nose, and mouth. His agonized cries were drowned out by the roots that ripped him to pieces and absorbed him like water. The six gods converged in a circle, extending their claws, hands, limbs, and tentacles in the center of the circle. From their flesh seeped a sanguine liquid that dripped and formed a dark puddle. Surfacing in the puddle, curled in a nude ball was Billy, slick with blood or whatever the crimson, amniotic fluid was.

“You are alive no longer as William Batson, but SHAZAM!” the fourth entity proclaimed.

SHAZAM!

SHAZAM!

SHAZAM!

The chorus of the Great Old Ones startled Billy as he awoke in a hospital bed in Fawcett City. He learned from his nurse that he had been found unconscious in an alley and was out for three days. Strangely, his clothes had been soaking wet despite it not having rained that day. She figured someone might have tried to revive him with a bucket of water. Had it been a dream? When the nurse left, Billy slid out of his bed and inspected himself. It had felt so real! On his right shoulder, as though clawed from his flesh with a knife, was a strange symbol.

The last thing he remembered of the dream left his lips on a whisper, SHAZAM.

The hospital was struck by lightning, causing the power to temporarily go out. The lightning had sprouted from the EKG, the ceiling lamps, and television to electrocute Billy and transform him into the champion SHAZAM. As SHAZAM, he heard the whispers of the Great Old Ones and felt the presence of magic ancient and new. Billy figured he had become a hero—or at least, he believed himself to be one. He had to keep his new power a secret. No longer did he feel that his life suited no purpose. His life had a new meaning.

Billy was placed into foster care with his new family called the Vasquez. Having heard of the story about his parents, they felt sorry for him, and figured that he was about to be old enough to be out of their hair soon. Billy was able to return to high school and graduate, and he later got a job as a journalist. Currently, he is using Journalism to pay for his bachelor degree in Archaeology with a minor in Ancient Civilizations.

I am open for plotting. I was attacked by the inspiration shark when I wrote Billy's history. I left the murderer of his parents a mystery so that it wouldn't conflict with other character ideas that this game may get. But yes, the twist on this character is very Lovecraftian.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Bright_OpsYou can only pick either 1 new weapon or 1 new ability. Whatever ability or weapon you choose, you need to submit it to me in PMs for approval. Also, because we're in Erion. You can choose to have a special ability or special weapon, which means an ability or weapon from the Odin Sphere game. You can completely make it up as long as it is Odin Sphere theme.

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

@redbaron1234@Witch Cat@Queentze@ShaggyDoo0@shagranoz@jumpadraw@Wraithblade6

When you guys are ready to move onto the ball, let me know. I was trying to allow those who want to sandbox, have the chance to do so rather than the game running in an endless GM-run episodic progression.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

Day/Time: Day One - Evening
Tagging: @Gentlemanvaultboy@Lmpkio@Hylozoist@Bright_Ops@DracoLunaris@Etherean Fire@Simple Unicycle@Lugubrious@ToadRopes@Zarkun

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Team One

The unit that had been with the general left with Quina to offer assistance. They marched along behind her/him, keeping a close eye on the boughs and the shadows as they gripped their psyphers closely. Quina would have appeared to have a file of soldiers following behind her/him as he/she sang his/her cadence. If her/his plan was to draw attention, then it had worked.

Arrows descended like bees from the boughs above, peppering the ground. The Valkyries quickly took cover behind tree trunks and boulders not too worried about the person they were supposed to cover since supposedly the person was…a hero right? There were ten fairies fluttering above their heads wielding bows and one stood over them, muttering a spell that created an orange, burning magic circle beneath her feet. She muttered her spell into what appeared to be a branch that had fresh, healthy leaves sprouting from it. It had to be a magical weapon for a branch without roots or nourishment should not be growing. The spell the fairy was summoning would light the forest floor where Quina stood ablaze if she completed it. The Shadow Knight Oswald had still not revealed himself.

Slayer

Lost?

The voice resonated from the air around the vampire.

You should turn back trespasser.

A black hole (not a literal one) appeared behind the vampire, a glowing sword with a red blade extended for his back as a man engulfed in shadow emerged with such speed that his body was but a dark blur.

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Total Enemies: 11
Minions: 10 – Ringford Fairies
Location: Fighting Quina Quin and his/her 5 Valkyrie soldiers.

Boss: 1 – Shadow Knight Oswald
Location: Fighting Slayer

Team Two

General Brigan marched along with Team Two. He was actually leading the way to the secret entrance into the Abandoned Castle. It seemed that he had the place scouted beforehand and knew exactly where he was going. He continued to slurp at his horn, grinning merely as the bronze juices dribbled down his chin and the swells of his chest. He overheard Luigi asking for what Team Two was capable of and turned his head curiously. He didn’t understand what most James had described. Bullets; grenades; such things didn’t exist in Erion. Raising his massive hand to his head, his fingernails clinked against his spiked helmet from the headache he was getting just trying to understand the banter between James and Samus. When the dog acted next, the general stopped and turned around to watch Amaterasu have what appeared to him to be some sort of fit until she started throwing the strange disk on her back. The horse, known as Mudsdale proudly showed off its leg strength to destroy a boulder. Ha! He could have destroyed the boulder with his pinky finger. The general snickered. It took much strength to not just roar with laughter and expose their location.

“A farmer and a dog, quite the team you got here,” the general mocked.

Luigi turned his attention to him next and General Brigan tipped his head back to gulp down more of his endless ale. When Luigi, of all people, claimed he was afraid, the general spat a stream of alcohol in the squad leader’s direction more out of shock that he had the balls to make such a claim, and to intentionally douse his bull in the same shit he spoke. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hairy hand, General Brigan’s lips parted as a massive grin cracked on his face and his helmet lowered over his eyes in a frown.

“You should watch what you say you little green toad,” the general growled. “I am the only one who can help you save this world, and I am the only one who can show you the secret entrance into the castle. Are you that concerned for your teammates? If they aren’t worth their salt, then the Shadow Knight will send them to the Netherworld (Erion Hell), and he will come for us next. If I went with the other group, it would be a waste of time and Odin would reach us. If Demon Lord Odin reaches the castle before we can, then this entire mission was for nothing.”

The general chuckled and turned his back on Luigi. "Your team should choose a wiser leader.”

Eventually, the general would lead Team Two to what appears to be the castle wall. He hooked his hammer in its ring at his waist and leaned down to hand his giant, sloshing horn to Samus. “Hold this.” Samus would realize that even with her height, the horn was almost as big as she was.

General Brigan reached a hand into a leather pouch at his hip and removed what appeared to be…a finger! It had once been attached to something or someone. It was small and delicate like a carrot in the general’s massive hand. He took the finger and pressed it against the wall and started drawing a strange sigil in the blood that remained within it. The finger ground away against the stone, disintegrating like chalk until there was nothing left.

“There, the door is open,” the general stated. He pressed his hand against the rectangular sigil and the wall opened like a door, revealing the castle’s interior. “The castle appears to be empty. Your group has succeeded in luring the Shadow Knight out. Reaching the princess should be…”

A brown bunny carrying a silver tray of tea was walking from the kitchen headed for the stairs leading to the upper floor when she noticed the group that had suddenly appeared—and through a wall! She didn’t even know that there was an entrance there. Her ears shot straight up and she immediately dropped the tray on the floor. Dropping to all fours, she quickly started hopping for the stairs.

General Brigan growled, “I forgot about the Pooka…”

He whirled to snatch his horn from Samus and charged for the stairs after the bunny, shaking the entire castle.

Team Three

Demon Lord Odin had revealed himself on the castle loft. Thirty black Valkyries rose like a flock of birds from beneath his feet. The demon lord leaned forward as his small, black cherub wings flexed and with a single flap, carried the titan into the sky as though he weighed nothing.

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Total Enemies: 31
Minions: 30 – black Valkyeries
Location: Airborne

Boss: Demon Lord Odin
Location: Airborne

Team decisions were made using decidermachine.com.

Demon Lord Odin Fight – Team Three

Shadow Knight Oswald Fight – Team One

Abandoned Castle – Team Two

XP Initiated!

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XP Awarded

Naija 4

Fox 3

Luigi 3 Level Up!

James 4

Samus 2

Amaterasu 1

Hapu 1

Slayer 2

Garrett 3

Quina 2

Mario 3 Level Up!

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P.O.

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Team One Order: Slayer, Quina

Team Two Order: Luigi, James, Samus, Amaterasu, Hapu

Team Three Order: Naija, Fox, Garrett, Mario

Be sure to re-read the scenario rules found here. Good luck!

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

I forgot that I had to post for Mario first. NOW, I'm working on the GM post.

Project Crossover [Video Game Crossover RP]

@Gentlemanvaultboy@Lmpkio@Hylozoist@Bright_Ops@DracoLunaris@Etherean Fire@Simple Unicycle@Lugubrious@ToadRopes@Zarkun

I accidentally posted a OOC comment in the IC lol but yeah, where the GM post place holder now is is where I will post the GM post. I'll remind everyone lol since I messed that up.