Lmpkio

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

@AzureKnight | @PaulHaynek | @13org | @Restalaan | @ShwiggityShwah

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With the battle finished and her dominance assured, Titanica finally morphed back into her human form as the rebels cheered for her and her allies. As soon as they gave their condolences, they would continue their trek back to the guild hall victorious. She had to admit, that battle - despite how brief and nearly insignificant - felt good in her alternate form. If only she can challenge other creatures of her stature, or those even stronger, will she feel more alive than she ever had prior to her slumber.

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Guild Hall

Upon arriving back at the guild, Titanica hadn't done anything more than bask in the sun to regain some of her wasted energy. After she would sluggishly approach the dining table and devour an entire turkey whole, ending it with a loud burp as a wisp of atomic fire emanated from her maw. It was a good turkey too - full of juicy, well-cooked meat, topped in a variety of unique spices. She would then walk by Neil and Talia before Ditzy asked the three if they wanted to play tag with her. Titanica looked at the hobgoblin before scoffing.

"I do not play such childish games..." she replied coldly.

While she did play tag with her brethren all those centuries ago, she had outgrown such games just a few years before the Great Dying occurred. Perhaps it was best that she did so then - for it would be a shame if she had to correlate such memories with the immediate apocalypse. It was a thought she doesn't want to remember for longer than she likes.

But then she heard a disturbance coming from the middle of the hall. She cocked her head towards the voices as her tone became even colder. He heard two voices - one belonging to Neil and the other towards Guild-Master Bart. And from what she heard, the latter was incredibly pissed off about something.

"Are you guys deaf?! Do you all want to die?!"

This definitely caught the attention of Titanica. Even from the limited interaction she had from speaking with him, she knew something wasn't quite right. A screw seemed loose within him. She glared at the situation unfolding with mild-contempt.

"You're not the master of this guild, Neil!"

"I am! I AM! NOT YOU! ME!"

A flare of anger rippled through her veins upon hearing this haughty response. She had a vile distaste for humans ever since she first laid eyes on a task-force of knights - the so called successors and superiors over monster kind. While she later recognized that not all people are so arrogant, this was something she cannot simply ignore. Not just for herself personally, but for all of monster-kind in general. Because if there were any humans that earn her vile abhorrence towards to, Bart seems to fit this perfectly. Had he been keeping this side of him hidden from the rest of the guild?

"I'm the guild master! That means you follow my orders and my rules! If you got a problem with that! You can take a f***ing hike and go back singing at f***ing bars!"

The other members attempted to defuse the situation by telling him to stop, but it seemed that even with their help it will be rendered futile. Titanica feared that they would worsen the situation even more the more they attempted to come to Neil's aid. There was only one way that she knew how to disperse this vile toxicity. And with her enraged adrenaline surging into her spines, it was the ONLY way in her eyes to set things right.

With a deep breath, she inhaled all the air that she could before unleashing it in a thunderous roar.

"ENOUGH!"

Her bellowing call would resonate throughout the entire guild hall, demanding everyone's attention, - let alone the nearby vicinity around the guildhall. Even the birds outside were alarmed at this disturbance as they flew away from that terrifying noise. To the members involved, this roar wasn't unlike any of her previous ones. This one sounded tarnished, ugly even, one that would inherit a being of utter anger and hatred. And if they were to look to where a glowing hulk of a monster stood, they would see a different Titanica.

Titanica's body was morphed into a psuedo-second form. This wasn't her titan form, but it could neither be considered a human form either. The titan's skin had turned a more darker-grey, mixing with her caucasian skin, with scaly bumps predominantly emitting from her arms, legs, and belly. Her spines were wildly sparking in blue energy and her eyes were also engulfed in this atomic blue. With an ominous groan, her cross-bone scowl fixates over to Bart as she slowly stomps towards him, ignoring everyone else within the vicinity.

"IS THIS HOW YOU TRULY TREAT YOUR OWN SUBJECTS, GUILD-MASTER?" she booms as her voices trembles through the entire building, "DO YOU VIEW YOUR POWER EQUIVALENT TOWARDS ABSOLUTE AUTHORITY?"

Her aura began to shift wildly, as if she's on the verge of annihilating the entire guildhall with her presence alone. Perhaps it would be best for the rest of the guild mates to stand down and let her through.

"I COULD'VE LET YOUR PRECIOUS GUILD BE ROBBED IF I HAD NOT CARED AS MUCH, BUT I CHOSE TO ACT REGARDLESS FOR IT WAS THE RIGHT THING TO DO." she continues with her slow strides, "I HAVE NOT JOINED THIS GUILD TO BECOME SUBJUGATED BY A CORRUPTED LEADER - LET ALONE BY AN ARROGANT, INSIGNIFICANT, HUMAN. I'VE JOINED ONLY TO PAY A DEBT THROUGH RESPECT - AND THAT ALONE - EXPECTING EQUAL TREATMENT WHILE I DO SO. AND I'VE EXPECTED THE SAME TREATMENT FOR ALL THOSE INVOLVED."

She was now upon him as she looked down with immense hatred steaming from her eyes. Without hesitation she reached out one of her muscular arms to grasp Bart's collar, lifting him up with that arm alone as she forced him to look into her flaming eyes.

"YOU MAY COMMAND STRUCTURAL AUTHORITY OVER YOUR GUILD." she growled whilst barring her fuming teeth, "BUT KNOW THAT YOU COMMAND SUBJECTS, WHOSE ABILITIES FAR SURPASS YOUR OWN. AND ONE, IF NOT OTHERS, WHO VIEWS YOUR KIND WITH RIGHTFUL DISDAIN. SO TREAT THESE SUBJECTS WITH RESPECT, UNLESS YOU STRIVE FOR RUIN. AND KNOW THAT I WILL NOT HESITATE TO VAPORIZE YOU AND THIS ENTIRE GUILDHALL IF YOU SPEAK UNFONDLY TO ANY OF US AGAIN."

She draws her subject closer as her venomous eyes glares into his soul.

"DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!" the titan booms as she raises her voice.

And while she resonated on behalf of the guild-citizens, little did she know of a certain figure that was peering from the guildhall entrance.

"T-Titanica?"

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@ShwiggityShwah | @PaulHaynek

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Morgan and her allies were able to make it up into the tree, just out of reach of the war dogs. The hounds clawed at the tree, yet fortunately they couldn't climb. They would circle only for awhile before finally giving up and leaving the area. The mercenary knight gave them the money, as well as a notice to Nephele the wyvern, before he left the area, leaving the mothwoman and the harpy alone. The latter half heartedly announced that they were finally finished, in which Morgan simply nodded.

"I suggest we head back to the guild." she replied and soon they would head back home.

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Yet Morgan wouldn't immediately come back to the guildhall. Upon flying over a meadow, the mothwoman saw a gardener who was selling a variety of different herbs and medicinal plants. She told Ozzy to continue flying to the guild and that she'll be here for awhile before returning. And after half-an-hour of buying and looking at the different plants, she left with a simple paper bag of medicinal herbs. They would be useful in making new medicines and potions for the guild to use in times of need.

Yet as she landed some distance away from the guildhall, she heard a loud roar emit from the building. She paused for a minute as she analyzed the sound. She knew this roar. And judging from what the others had mentioned, it was clear that she was finally present in the building! Yet the roar sounded as if something bad was happening. Morgan feared the worse that could potentially transpire, as she ran towards the guild in a hurry.

As she approached the entrance, she could hear a deep, feminine voice resonate through her antennae. And when she peeked over the frame of the wrecked door, she finally saw her. After separated for thousands of years, she had finally laid witnessed to her old friend. But her form was different, something unlike anything she had seen from the titan before. Morgan was hesitant to intervene, but she was able to muster up the courage to make her presence known.

"T-Titanica?" she peeped, just loud enough for her to hear...

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Primary Character

Ultraman

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Without Helmet

"For those I must protect - I won't give up without a fight!"

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Name:
| Shinjiro Hayata | "Jiro" | "Ultraman" | "ウルトラマン" |

Age:
17

Height & Weight:
| 176 cm - 190 cm (w/suit) | 63 kg - 126 kg (w/suit) |

Nationality:
Japanese

Occupation:
Monarch Member - SSSP Agent

Abilities:

• Ultraman Factor: Due to his father's merger with Ultraman prior to his conception, Shinjiro inherited his father's acquired Ultra genes which provides him various superhuman feats.
  
  
  
  • Superhuman Strength: Due to his Ultra heritage Shinjiro possessed natural superhuman strength. Some examples are of when he once caught the kick of a bully, unintentionally crushing his leg, or when he created dents in the steel floor of a factory barehanded. Also it has been stated that his battle armor only focuses his strength in combat meaning he fights with his own natural powers and that every blow to his opponents is by his own strength.
  • Superhuman Leaping: Due to his Ultra heritage Shinjiro can leap great distances thanks to his muscle strength, particularly in his legs. He can also survive falls from heights that would kill a normal person.
  • Superhuman Durability Due to his Ultra heritage Shinjiro is more durable than a normal human, as a child he fell from a two story ledge and all he did was cry. Moments later he was fine and went home and slept without a single injury. He also has a slightly enhanced healing factor, having once recovered from a serious burn wound on his entire upper body, while wearing his armor, in as little as three days.
• Ultraman suit: A newer model than the suit worn by his father, this Ultra-like exo-armor allows him to tap into his Ultra Genes providing him with armaments. Also the armor is powered by Shinjiro himself so overuse will leave him tired even to the point of fainting as signified by his mechanical Color Timer.
  
  
  
  • Focus: While Shinjiro's strength is his own when he fights, the suit helps him to tap into his Ultraman Factor, meaning he is stronger while wearing the suit than without it.
  • Protection: The suit also provides Shinjiro with extra protection besides his own durability.
  • Specium Blades: On his arms Shinjiro's armor is armed with Specium weapons, contained blades of energy that he can use in several ways. The Specium Blades, being made of Specium energy, are powered by Shinjiro's own body so overuse can tire him.
    
    
    
    • Acceleration: Shinjiro can use the Specium Blades to propel himself at incredible speeds.
    • Thrusters: As well as propelling himself forward Shinjiro can use them to fly through the air.
    • Defenses: The Specium Blades can be used to block most energy attacks.
    • Blades: Like their name suggests, the Specium Blades are blades of energy that can slice through any conventional matter. He can cut through objects as hard as a solid stone projectile several feet thick in one swing.
  • Specium Ray Shinjiro can fire the same attack as the Ultra whose DNA he inherited. Shinjiro fires this beam by putting his hand in the classical cross position, however instead of his vertical hand it is fired from his horizontal arm. It is devastatingly powerful and his most draining attack. Also after use the suit seems to need to cool down, releasing large amounts of steam. The Specium ray uses another system on Shinjiro's arms, so while the beam is being prepared the normal Specium weapons are not accessible.
  • Limiter: Shinjiro's suit is outfitted with a limiter holding back the amount of energy his suit can absorb from him, when released his Color Timer turns red. Upon doing so Shinjiro receives a power boost, gaining greater strength, speed, and endurance but has a limited amount of time before he is completely drained of energy.
• Mimicry: When forced into combat and in need to protect his identity, Shinjiro can use this device to appear as his armored alter ego. However, this change is in appearance only and Shinjiro has no actual access to his suit.

Backstory:
Shinjiro Hayata was the son of the legendary Shin Hayata - the first person on Earth to have merged with the mysterious Ultra alien. His father worked for Monarch under the specialized Science Special Search-Party (SSSP) as the vice-captain to Captain Toshio Muramatsu. Their task was to investigate and scout out locations of potential Titan activity and report back their discoveries. During one mission, Shin was out alone scouting in his jet when he suddenly became in the middle of an extraterreastial chase as Ultraman arrived on Earth while pursuing an escapee of the Monster Graveyard; Bemular. During his chase, he and Shin ultimately collided with one another, killing Shin in the process. However, out of remorse, Ultraman gave Hayata his own life and merged their bodies to keep him alive. After Bemular was destroyed, Ultraman stayed to protect Earth from more threats in secret. While he retired from battling the titans, he still served Monarch in their reconnaissance and to battle more "sizable" threats. The SSSP would eventually disband in 1989.

Through the Ultraman Factor, the Ultra Genes were passed down to Shin's son, Shinjiro, who also gained enhanced strength and durability. While he spent an otherwise normal life at school, he never knew the source of his powers - until much later - but struggled to learn how to control it. At home Shinjiro and his father had started to grow distant due to his abnormal condition. However, Shinjiro wouldn't know the truth about his powers until encountering with a now resurrected Bemular. Yet before he could get mauled, his father suddenly dropped from the sky from a Monarch Carrier Plane to save him, donning his battle armor as he once again battled his old enemy from years past. Shinjiro was thrown onto the plane as was finally told the truth about his father and their powers.

However, in his old age at 68 years, Shinjiro's father eventually found himself overpowered by the alien Bremular and was gravely injured in the fight. Watching from the plane, he couldn't let his father die as he forced the other personnel to help his father - but not without donning a new advanced suit of armor. He would then join the fight and combat the alien menace with a ferocious vengeance in wanting to tear him apart. While he fought way better than his father, even he found himself close to death as he was hit point-blank by the creature's heat ray. However, Shinjiro was then instructed on how to unleash the Specium Ray, impressing the opponent and forcing him to fly away. The boy would then faint in exhaustion as he and his father were taken to the hospital. Shinjiro would eventually find himself better in as little as three days, thanks to his slightly enhanced healing factor, and while his father would remain in a coma, he too would ultimately survive.

With the secrets of his father already revealed, and his friends avoiding him due to his abnormal strength -(unrelated to the battle - rather due to when he crushed the leg of a bully unintentionally) - he would then take his father's place as the new Ultraman. With that, the SSSP would also be refounded. Shinjiro's suit's technology would also be replicated to make other suit versions for the other agents involved - only that they were specialized just for their non-enhanced bodies.

Rumors had also escalated about these technologies finding themselves used in other secret projects by the Japanese military. These include; "Project: Jaguar", "Project: Jaeger", "Project: EVA", and the highly classified "Project: MG".

Supporting Characters:

• Shin Hayata: - (Father of Shinjiro; The First "Ultraman" - Wore Prototype Suit "Type A" - Retired)
• Dan Moroboshi: - (Wearer of Ultraman Suit "Seven" - Stationed at Outpost Bolivia)
• Seiji Hokuto: - (Wearer of Ultraman Suit "Ace" - Stationed at Outpost Berlin)
• Jack Straken: - (Wearer of Ultraman Suit "Jack" - Stationed at Outpost New York)
• Bemular - (Nemesis of Ultraman)

Sample Post

An ear-splitting shriek rips through the calming atmosphere of Central Park as a terrifying monster finds himself surfacing from one of the park's larger lakes. All the nearby onlookers threw themselves into a panic as they ran back to the safety of the metropolitan lights, screaming their lungs out while crying for immediate assistance and calling 911. The abomination meanwhile began to make his way onto shore and immediately initiates a rampage through the bristling park in a fit of primal rage. He was abysmally hungry for any form of viable nutrients that he can get his hands on - and they were all running scared from him. He would engage any moving organism - regardless of who they are - charging at them with his hooked claws whole, ripping through the lush grasses and throwing park benches towards the fleeing humans.

When he approached a straggler, he nabbed the person with his hooked appendages and, with his suction-looking mouth, he clamped down on the victim's chest. Once set, he began sucking up all of it's blood - reducing his poor victim into nothing but a pile of skin and bone. He tosses the lifeless corpse aside as he continues to search for more of his prey northwards.

The local forces of the NYPD were amongst the first responders that were drawn to the scene as they began to open fire on the terrifying beast. Yet much to their dismay, their bullets would have little effect on it, with most bouncing off the monster's hard exoskeleton. The armored creature produces another deafening screech as it continues charging forward, tossing over a nearby police car as it rips apart through their defenses. Not even the arial assistance of a nearby chopper seem help deter the beast's ultimate fury.

And it already has his sights on two officers backed into a corner...

As the monster rears it's mandibles at the helpless officers, he would feel something crush the left side of his face. He could feel the hard-pressing of cold-metal and the power that was behind it as he finds himself reeling to the side and crashing into the storefront. As he raises his head over the falling debris, he finally sees the owner of that metallic foot...

The NYPD will not be alone in this fight, for their savior has finally arrived...

Ultraman.

Beneath the cold red and white armor, Shinjiro Hayata eyes down his monstrous opponent with vigorous determination. Not taking his eyes off it, the armored hero calls out to the officers behind him.

"Head for cover!" he tells them bluntly, "I'll take care of this monster myself."

The two officers complied as they rushed back to their vehicles immediately. The kaiju monster finally rears back to full height as it roars back at him in defiance.

"Alright big guy." Shinjiro said as he readies his battle stance, "Let's see what you can do..."

With that, the monster begins to charge at him again while raising his hooked hands to strike the hero. Yet Ultraman was quick to react as he activated his Specium Blades, blocking the hooked hands with his left blade while striking the creature's belly with his right. The blade sliced through the protective plating with relative ease as the beast feels a burning sensation slive through him. Yet before it could counter, the blades would vibrate wildly as it launched Ultraman straight into the beast. The impact would be hard enough to send the two flying the opposite direction back into the forest, skimming across the ground before sliding into a nearby pond.

As the hero attempts to pummel the creature out of his misery, it would suddenly fire a beam of red energy from his chest, pushing Ultraman away several meters as it attempted to regroup its bearing. The armor took most of the hit, only producing a minor burn mark on its torso, Shinjiro had to be more careful around this brute, less he desires a careless death. But one thing is for certain...

The battle has only just begun.

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Secondary Character(s)

Ishiro Serizawa

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"The arrogance of man is thinking nature is in our control, and not the other way around."

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Name:
Ishiro Serizawa

Age:
74

Nationality:
Japanese

Occupation:
Monarch Scientist

Abilities:

• Intelligence: Dr. Serizawa's knowledge of the "Titans" and the ecosystem makes him a reliable and notable person of interest when talking about gigantic organisms like Gojira.
• Resources: Dr. Serizawa works for Monarch, a secret division of the BPRD created specifically to study the "Titans". They are comprised of top-scientists and sport incredibly high-tech gadgets suited in studying and detecting these monsters. Any information on the Titans should be directed to he and/or to other Monarch members immediately.

Personality:
Dr. Serizawa is an intelligent and somewhat stoic individual with a deep respect for the titanic organisms he studies. He is very critical of the human race, particularly towards their attempts to dominate their planet and their scant regard for the rest of nature. He believes that the titans' existence - particularly Gojira's - is in the good of nature, as he appears to restore balance when it is disrupted.

Backstory:
Ishiro Serizawa was born in Hiroshima, Japan on April 4th, 1945, several months before the atomic bombing of said city, to Daisuke and Emiko Serizawa. Daisuke was an honorably discharged WWII soldier, who's right eye had been compromised in a battle two years earlier, and had begun his studies as a scientist, while his wife was a nurse for her local hospital. Several days prior to the bombing, the family moved to Tokyo, Japan, after Daisuke was accepted to the University of Tokyo - unknowingly avoiding their fate under the iron hand of America's first atomic bomb. There Ishiro was described as a quiet yet intelligent child who often dwelled within books of Japanese mythology told by his father. He was also very curious towards his father's work and also desired to be a scientist just like him.

However in 1954, at the age of nine, Ishiro bore witness as Tokyo was attacked by the manifestation of atomic bomb - Gojira. They were forced to evacuate the city as their home was destroyed by the rampaging monster. However, his father would be soon approached by his friend, Hideo Ogata, and they discussed about using one of the former's invention - the Oxygen Destroyer - to kill Godzilla once and for all. Daisuke was heavily reluctant at first to use his knowledge against the beast, even during the days prior to Godzilla's rampage, due to the destructive power of the weapon. However, only after seeing first hand at the destruction of Tokyo, did he agree in using it only once - but not until after burning all of his research to ensure no one will recreate this weapon. And so, when he entered Tokyo Bay, Daisuke cut the sacrificed himself by cutting his own line and dying with Godzilla. With the only prototype of the Oxygen Destroyer detonated, his notes destroyed, and his own life at an end, Daisuke hoped to ensure that no one would ever discover the same terrible power he had just unleashed.

Ishiro didn't learn the truth about his father's disappearance until several years later, when he accidentally came across some of his father's old diary. It turned out that not all of his notes were destroyed - at least the ones mentioning Godzilla and Daisuke's decision to sacrifice himself. It also revealed that Hideo Ogata was, in fact, a member of the Monarch division of the BPRD and that his father unintentionally joined Monarch as an unofficial member days prior to his death in the wake of Godzilla's sightings. Ishiro finally knew the truth, however any form of anger manifested instead into a form of upmost curiosity. He began to continue with his father's research and eventually was able to find Hideo, who told him all that he knew about his father, his projects, as well as Gojira and others like him.

Now in the current loop, Ishiro found himself willingly agreeing to join Monarch's quest to study Gojira and other giant "Titans" that lurked in the depths, ready to reveal themselves to the world. Decades later, he would find himself mentoring a young Vivienne Graham, who he took under his wing as his assistant/student. Now he serves as one of the senior scientists and as one of the leading forces in studying the Titans.

Supporting Characters:

• Hideo Ogata - (Retired Monarch Member - Friends with Daisuke Serizawa)
• Vivienne Graham - (Monarch Scientist - Assistant to Dr. Serizawa)
• Dr. Chen - (Monarch Scientist "Mythographer"; Third-Generation Scientist of Monarch)
• Mark Russel - (Monarch Scientist; Ex-Husband of Emma Russel)
• Emma Russel - (Monarch Paleobiologist; Ex-Wife of Emma Russel)
• San Lin - (Monarch Biologist)
• Sam Coleman - (Monarch Communications Liaison)
• Admiral William Stenz - (US Navy Rear Admiral - Close ties with Monarch)
• Houston Brooks - (Retired Monarch Seismologist)

Sample Post:
(WIP)

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Are you still interested though? Willing to continue?

I can give you a second chance but I hope you'd be more active to avoid issues like these.

@PaulHaynek

I've wiped several RPs that have been bogging me down. With them out of the way, I feel like I can participate in this RP more so and balance out IRL stresses that have been going on.

So I'll accept this second chance and post as soon as I am free (which won't take long I promise)

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Drakairós, God Of Weather

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Name:
Dra-kai-rós | Gods Of Weather | The Golden Prophets Of Storm | "We"

Domain:
Weather

Appearance:
Taking on the form of a massive three-headed wyvern, Drakairós is considered to be one of the largest gods in Tabrasa. While his size often fluctuates to correspond with the current situation, his base form being around 70 meters (78 Feet) long and 20 meters (65 Feet) high (think Drogon in the latest GOT season), he has been rumored to grow as tall as 160 meters (524 feet) and supposedly even "bigger".

His heads can also split into three long bodies, their names being Dra, Kai, and Rós respectively. Each body takes control of a certain weather function and have their own unique personalities.

- Dra represents the middle head and is considered to be the leading-head of the three due to his high intelligence. He often has the final word in matters when combined with the other two heads. He has the power to cast upon storms that represent liquid water (rainstorms, thunderstorms, lightning, hurricanes, typhoons, etc). Can fire a beam of high-pressured water, lightning, or wind at opponent.
(Water-Based)

- Kai represents the left head and is considered as the most ruthless and malevolent individual, as well as the most insane. He has the power to manipulate droughts, firestorms, tornados, and dust storms. Can fire a beam of fire or heated wind at the opponent.
(Earth/Fire-Based)

- Rós represents the right head and is the more cold and calculating individual, often considered to be the most cautious. He has the power to manipulate blizzards, as well as hail and ice storms, etc). Can fire a beam of ice/cold energy or chilling wind at the opponent.
(Ice-Based)

- Drakairós is the combination of all three dragons into one body. All three heads act independently with one another, however the middle head has most of the control due to his intelligence. Any form of weather can be used in this form, whether it be hurricanes, heatwaves, snowstorms, or otherwise, as well as their respected beams. If these separate beams combine to make a "uni-beam", its power is enough to wipe out entire villages.

Realm:
Zepharios, The Palace Of Storms

Above the tallest peaks within the chilling North, a large swirling dark vortex serves as a portal to Drakairós' domain. No mere mortal can reach it unless they are able to fly and even then the chaotic skies act as a natural barrier against foreign invaders. Yet those who manage to survive the strong galeforce winds and the cackling thunder that yearns to strike you down of the "Vortex of Zephyr", may find themselves greeted to the heavenly atmosphere that is the Palace of Storms. You'd plant yourself on a golden road, her stones gleaming brightly as the ethereal skies above are filled with bright orange and pink vibrance, forever casting a benevolent sunset. Follow the path and you'll reach the massive greek-styled palace, coated from divine ash-white marble with golden highlights. Amongst it, floating islands can be seen randomly dotted across the place, with several low-hanging chunks just barely peaking over the swirling ocean of clouds.

However, one mustn't always expect such a beautiful marvel if they dare to climb up the vortex. Depending on the golden dragon's mood and/or the time of the year, one might find themselves still encapsulated in the dark chaotic storm, fueled by heavy rains, and even more powerful winds. Cyclones may also be often seen causing mute destruction in the distance. Or perhaps one might encounter a blanket of snow and ice covering the golden path and the islands nearby. And yet all of this can change within mere seconds.

Biography:
As one of the first gods, Drakairós plays an important part in keeping the realm of Tabrasa balanced. The weather is under his very control and he'll do anything that he deems fit, along in establishing a region's climate and the survival of the mortals below him. The mortals constantly worship the God of Weather, for his abilities shape the very foundations of their civilization. With a steady supply of blessings, they'll be often guaranteed rain for their crops, and sometimes spared of severe weather patterns.. Yet they also fear him, for if they allow themselves to criminally dishonor or insult the hydra god, they will be severely punished for their insolence. They can be met with a whole number of punishments - hurricanes, tornados, droughts, floods, blizzards - anything that which can bring an entire town to its knees. Only once the mortals redeem themselves through sacrifice and grand blessing would Drakairós spare them from death and bring about the necessary change in order to have them survive.

Very little is known regarding his origins, yet legends have stated that Drakariós was once very different compared to his current state. In the beginning, he only a single dragon, with only one head. Known simply as Dra, he once prowled the world on his lonesome, and had virtually no powers. His only power was simply though flight and he scoured the world for food and self-purpose. While he often was able to receive food, the weather around him was utterly chaotic and more often then not drove away his prey. Whenever this happened, the dragon was forced to follow the retreating prey for miles and miles on end before being able to capture them again. It was always a tiring journey and he absolutely disliked migrating randomly from day to day just to find hunt.

But one day, when on a hunt for a giant bird creature, Dra encountered an artifact that would change his life. The dragon discovered a bright silver rock, which unbeknownst to him was a weather divine cord. Having been ravenous for food for the past several days, the dragon ate the stone and was greeted to an unexpected outcome. His body surged with this newfound power and he eventually found himself in control of the weather itself. He could control when and where the storms flew, as well as manifest blizzards and droughts in order to drive out food prey into the open for Dra to capture and eat. He quickly established himself as a god and was equally quick to be worshipped by the mortals for his tremendous power. For a time, he really seemed to master his once worse enemy...

Well, almost.

While he surged in magical energy, it eventually became too much for him to handle. The amount of magic slowly began to strain his long, slender body as he was constantly riddled with terrible aches and pains. That along with the mortals demanding his powers all at once from one corner of Tabrasa to the other, also tired him immensely. If only there was some way he could control this power. Yet his prayers were answered as his body began to morph in order to keep the magical energy balanced through his body. His body began to fluctuate, his tubular body transforming into a powerful and muscular vessel, and suddenly grew two heads, each carrying a portion of Dra's power. The only drawback was that certain portions of his psychi would be placed into each head.

Dra's left head, Kai, would inherit his destructive and insane side, whilst controlling the power of drought, firestorms, and tornados. He acts almost purely upon burning empathy.

His right head, Ros, would inherit his cold yet calculating side, controlling and manipulating the power of blizzards and other cold weather patterns. He acts almost purely upon cold logic.

Dra was left as the leading head, still having major influence over his two conjoined subjects, and kept his reasonable and logical side. He represents a balance between the two head's ideals of thinking.

And if he needs to be in separate locations at once, they can split into three dragons and portal their way towards their destined location.

Thus Drakairós was born.

Today, he's usually seen high within his Palace or soaring across the land with today's weather close behind him. Rarely does he join with the rest of the god's debates revolving around their politics, for he has virtually no interest unless directly mentioned.

Notes:
TBA

Misc:

- Drakairós is actually a combination of the words "Draco" (Latin for "Dragon") and "Kariós" (Greek for "Weather"), essentially making the rough translation of "Weather Dragon".

"Put it on OUR Tabula."

WE ARE DRAKAIRÓS

The Chant of Drakariós

Relationships

Oao - (A Lowly Wretch)
"A tragic soul. The Yin of Yang, as humanity calls her. Not even the darkest corners of my chaotic storms can help hide her ethereal presence."
"Heed with caution, Dra. If unleashed to her fullest potential, we may never get to see the sun again. And wouldn't that be unfortunate Kai?"
"*hisses discontently*"

Ferron - (Leotamer)
"The blacksmith. His affinity for his work is apparent. Whilst my skin is already as strong as tenfold-shields - my teeth swords and my claws spears - his work has benefited others who desire it."
"Watch. He'll make a god-killing weapon in the form of, say a hammer, and give it to some vengeful mortal against us. Everyone would ought to blame Ferron for his incompetence and inconsideration."
"His weapons can cause destruction! And destruction causes chaos! I rather like him!"

Sveiand - (jetipster)
"A necessary component and one of the only persons I trust. Without him, my blizzards would be rendered futile."
"An admirable fellow. While usually giving a cold shoulder, he projects order and balance. I wouldn't say the same for his anthesis however..."
"I HATE THE COLD!"

Ragnagedon - (Legion02) -
"Ahhhhh, he and I think alike! The world must burrrrrrn! Burn! Burn! Burn it all to the ground! Let the rivers vaporize and the forests blaze! Bawahaha!"
"Barbaric. All he does is destroy. Let him loose and he'll burn this entire realm to ash."
"Balance is a necessary component in this world. A forest fire can allow new life to emerge from the rich soil. As long as he is kept in check, he proves nought a threat. Distant kinship may be shared within his draconic body, but I'll admit, you'll not get far with him with small talk."

Hyperion - (Lmpkio)
"Where there is darkness and chaos, Hyperion comes to engulf them in light. Where there is evil, he comes to put it in order. Yet whilst he's been slightly more passive since the old crusade years ago, he must never again cause collateral damage in his wake. Balancing both elements is the only thing that can keep him at bay."
"If his full potential is unleashed, he is also just as powerful and destructive as the darkness... if not more so."
"Too bright!"

Apolios - (Archangel89)
"Hyperion's blinding lap-dog! So bright I can't even see his fuckin' face!"
"The lesser war-like 'cousin' of that brutish crusader. Quite the pleasant fellow, despite the fact that one good look at him will virtually burn your retinas off."
"Without the warm embrace of the sun, life would struggle to live in a depressing world of shadow. Where Hyperion brings upon hard light, Apollos brings a smoothing embrace to aid to lives of others. His affinity for mortals is heartening, but will it be enough to guide them through a path of holiness?"

Nerplaguis (Lmpkio)
"The plague doctor... one shudders to imagine what inhuman thoughts lie behind that mask. His affinity for causing mayhem through plagues is one that's certainly vile. And if the rumors are true..."
"You know, many people say that my affinity for cold brings em' a bad case of the colds. Not my fault he somehow made those viruses more affective in cold temperatures. Seviand's not gonna be swell on that notion."
"SICK EM'! LET THEM SUFFER THE PLAGUES OF DESTRUCTION! AND... AH... AHCHOO!"

Van Kurr - (Vega7)
"Oh, this arsehole. He may not be as outgoing as Ragnagedon, but he's still just as annoying. Smug bastard thinks the oceans will one day claim the seas and is willing to wait on it. Ha! Fat chance it will."
"Two-thirds of our power derives exclusively from the water itself - most coming from the oceans. Without them, there would be no such thing as a rain cycle. Without rain, there's no water. Without water, no ice... and ultimately no life. Whilst his attitude is unfortunately misplaced for us to like him fully, we must be fortunate to be able to borrow this power for the good of the realm."
"Fire hates water! Water hates fire! That means I hate this water-loving wet noodle!"

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Iva'Krorh - (Rune_Alchemist)
"Arrogant fool. To think he's above all others due to his obsession with absolute knowledge, this power can corrupt absolutely. And it definitely shows. I shudder to think what else he knows... and the costs it will take for us to know."
"You'll have to give credit where it's due, Rós. It's an admirable goal. Without history, we can not learn from the mistakes we and the mortals have caused prior. And to keep a library of knowledge that can provide us with easy access to all we need, despite the costs involved, it is quite impressive."
"NEEEEEEERD!"

Dirka - (Dealdric)
"Without magic, the gods would not be as powerful as we are. Yet her grasp in reality has faltered since her inception. I worry greatly for her."
"I find her rather hilarious. Insane she might be, with arrogance rivaling that of the Librarian's, I revel within her cold yet humorous criticism of others. I do not care how she thinks of us - only as long as she continues with her jokes are my feelings mutual."
"One more joke about us and we'll make sure to roast her alive!"

Somler - (thewizardguy)
"He's quite the mysterious one, hiding amiss the storms that we carry. We ought to visit him some day."
"An enigma to be sure. Why is he here? What can he do? The more we ask, the more broader the questions. I suggest we be cautious."
"DESTROY WHAT WE CANNOT UNDERSTAND!"

Iarus (Deception) - (Archangel89)
"Precisely the reason I never fully trust anybody. Lies and deception can bring ruin to the ignorant."
"LIES! DECEPTIONS! HE IS NOTHING BUT TROUBLE! AND TROUBLE MUST BURN!"
"His presence is seen within every conversation with every single being. To identify what is and what isn't a lie, will certainly drive the truth out eventually. Yet you cannot trust anything with the master of deception himself."

Updated: Iarus (Fear)

"Looks like too much power has crept into that little pale head of his. It can definitely be considered an upgrade for his power stature, but boy does it make him arguably the most hated god in all the realm. And I've always thought Ragnagedon was bad already...
"FINALLY SOME RECOGNITION FOR THE GREAT FIRE GOD! BUT THIS GOD OF FEAR DESERVES NO SUCH TITLES OTHER THAN HE SUCKS!"
"There is no illusion greater than fear. Fears can be overcome, although not all fears are created equal. Only the strongest wills can break the shackles of their worst dreads. But still, heavy caution must be held highly within his presence..."

Azhriel - (Kalas)
"Bah! Another fool requesting a balancing act! Run back to your little Hell-realm and do your job!"
"Our very existence lies in balancing the weather, Kai. Without balance, the entire world alters for the worst. Azhriel's job in guiding and housing souls is an honorable activity. We wouldn't want to deal with a horde of vengeful spirits overrunning this realm for their own vengeance."
"Another person I can trust with relative ease. I pity that he must constantly deal with the fiery barbarian's wrath."

Dao Rugadh - (Vega7)
"Ah Mekhzier. Or was it Gedag? Iba? What name does he refer to himself these days? ... Dao Rugadh? Really? What a repulsive name. Why can't he just stick with one? And an easy one at that? Might I recommend the simple Dave? Anyways, I care not for him."
"Memories can be a valuable thing to keep, as well as some worthy to be purged from the mind. I have little experience with him, but his affinity for mortals is... perplexing. Amidst his bizarre obsession, he's tolerable."
"All I need to remember is nothing but who we've punished!"

Gammaton - (Stern Algorithm)
"This realm has no need for petty laws! It has always been survival of the fittest and that it must remain! Besides, it's fun to see the little mortals fight each other to the death, bawhaha!"
"I do not care for the laws he provides, provided they do not harm our daily form of life. Still, one must be aware of any secret agendas he might have..."
"Laws are necessary to bring balance and order to civilization. While I barely plant my head down into political conflict, there are times that we must be present. He seems to mean well however."

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Hayim - (Duoya)
"BAWHAHAHA! LOOK HOW TINY HE IS! WE CAN SIMPLY SQUASH HIM LIKE THE BUG HE IS! WHAT A PATHETIC LITTLE INSECT!"
"Can you get your mind off destruction and chaos for just ONE minute, Kai? I swear you are more annoying than Ragnagedon himself. Ugh... Right. Hayim. He acts like a child with the same childish ideals."
"He means well. Life ought to be preserved for as much as they can, but every organism will eventually perish, whether it takes days, months, years, or millennia. My storms can save the very people desperate for thirst in the mountains, but drown a small village by the base. Do I intend it? Not always. Death is simply inevitable. It can only be delayed. I hope he understands this in due time."

Anu'Varr - (Lord Zee)
"The Devil herself. Her devilish intentions and her dislike for both gods and mortals alike is rather.. problematic. Although I cannot say that it's not completely without reason..."
"And not a truly good reason at it. She's a menace upon this very realm. I have no reason to side with her upon any circumstances. Let her rot like the whore she is."
"These mortals have no right to live... but we gods are superior! If she wants to make us her slaves, then she will taste the bitterness of defeat!"

Naswaru - (ReusableSword)
"The huntsman. Our dependence on him is immeasurable. For a time, we deemed hunting as a lingering chore. Now with only a single storm cloud, we can bring the prey directly to us."
"We can essentially cheat the system. Yet Naswaru is always up for a good challenge. We must prepare for whatever he throws next."
"As long as we get food, we will not argue. If we don't, we shall eat him for dinner!"

Ral - (Noodles)
"He and Ferron are dangerous. Yet while Ferron has done little to no wrongs as of yet, this boy will one day doom us all with his carelessness. "
"We do not care for wealth! Our skin is worth much more than all of his treasures combined!"
"His generosity will be his downfall. To carelessly give away treasure and mystical items to a force of chaos will cause disarray across the realm. Greed poisons mortal souls. If anything, I suggest he has someone guard the island and ensure who is worthy or not. I believe a dragon may do."

Baina Ez Voios - (ZekariVoblis)
"How utterly... repulsive. I do not wish to know from where in Hell's mouth she came from... yet she's more mild than I initially thought. It's concerning to me... and not in a good way."
"Conquest in inevitable to those who desire power all for themselves. In society, there will always be those who must assert their power in order to control. Some do so peacefully, most do it violently, yet only those with the strongest of wills are the ones willing to act upon their beliefs. Other than her ominous intentions of conquest, her childlike demeanor is rather... charming in a strange way."
"WE MUST CONQUER THIS REALM FOR OURSELVES!"

Creations

Ice Dragons: - A Verzakian Dragon born from the bone-chilling touch of Sveiand and empowered with Rós' blizzard breath, the two gods created a new subspecies of dragon that serve as the antithesis to Ragnagedon's dragons. They look virtually similar to their fiery brethren, only they glow an cold light-blue color, have ice spikes and crystalized portions on their bodies, and most notably that they breathe out a super-charged ice breath from their beaked mouths. If more Verzakian dragons are to be liberated from being their master's slaves, ice dragons can very well become a new species that live in the coldest portions of Tabrasa and are to be commanded by Seviand and Drakairós.

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Hyperion, God of Light

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Name:
Hyperion | God Of Light | Lord Primarch | His Royal Majesty

Domain:
The Light

Appearance:
Standing at an imposing 3 meters tall (9'10") and covered in divine golden armor, Hyperion is nothing short in being an incredibly daunting figure even in his human form. Behind his radiating helmet and his voice of order, two glowing white eyes are all what can be seen of his face with the rest concealed within its shade. A bright halo can be seen hovering above his head and has two massive wings jetting from his back to cast shade on those unworthy to see the light that shines behind him. In fact, wherever he goes, he projects a rather bright light from his body, reminding everyone who he comes in contact with who he is.

Realm:
Terratoria, The Radiant Palace

Known by many as simply "The Radiant Palace", Terratoria is located on the highest peak of Serphrates, the island left of the main continent. It's a majestic holy palace that is covered with gold marble walls and always shines a valiant hue from the peak at all times. The palace is hidden above the clouds that lay just below the mountain's peak but the trek up for a mere mortal is exhausting given how tall the mountain is. While there exists secret portals deep within the mountain that allows people to bypass most of the hike upwards, they are extremely well hidden and are only used for his ground-based military forces to traverse quickly to and from the palace. Even then, Hyperion could simply teleport the individual to him if he so wishes.

Surrounding the mountain also exists a seal that only prevents beings of darkness and pure chaos from reaching the palace without suffering major burns of holy light within a several mile radius. It's essentially a security system that determines who and who isn't worthy in greeting the God of Light. This seal is provided by a large golden monolith located deep inside the palace and guarded by priests and a selected few angelic warriors. If this monolith was to fall, the seal will be broken and darkness and chaos can approach the palace with no problem. Even then, they'd have to get past a large army of angels before they can attempt to lay waste to it, along with Hyperion himself if he's present.

Biography:
Darkness. The pitch black of the unknown is a mysterious entity. So dark, so cold, so... foreboding. Most mortals are afraid of it, for it's anyone's guess at what might jump out of it. Only light can possibly peel away through the bleak shadows, providing a path for everyone to traverse safely and without fear. Yet without darkness, there can be no light, no good without evil, no happiness amongst grief, for nothing can exist if it's direct opposite does not also exist. This is what the God Of Light, Hyperion, struggles to understand as he tries to strive a balance between both he and his greatest nemesis, all whilst attempting to satiate his inner desire to bathe the entire realm in light. It's a hard thing to manage for someone with such great responsibilities to hold.

When the world first began, and when the first ray of sunlight shined upon the newly virgin lands of Tabrasa, Hyperion was born into existence. As one of the first gods to be born, his role would be to shine his divine light to every corner of the realm and to vanquish all darkness and evil from it. And for a significant portion of his life, that's exactly what he attempted to do. For it was all that he was ever told and that he only knew upon his creation. Having created the golden palace of Territoria on the peak of Mt. Peratubo, on the island of Serphrates left to the main continent, he assembled a vast army of angels and other holy entities to help him on his crusade against this vile enemy. Darkness lead to evil and, according to him, it must be purged to save the world from complete corruption. Their source, Sister Oao - the goddess of darkness - will be exterminated.

But as he lead his army all around Tabrasa, the years ticking by, Hyperion's goal continued to stray farther and farther from his iron grasp. No matter what he did, how he did it, and when he did it, the darkness never completely shunned from his vision. It was always one step ahead. Whenever he would purge a dark portion with his divine light, would the shadows engulf another portion of the land. For the longest time he tried to beat the odds but eventually he had to come to terms with his predicament. His divine conquest - his quest to bring light to every portion of the realm - will never be achieved. What he had learned instead was that it all revolved around balance. Without darkness, there can be no light. And the collateral damaged that had been unintentionally caused in his wake is simply unacceptable. This was the painful truth he had to deal with. Yet even then, he was still conflicted about his duty. He still desired the world to be bathed in this holy light, one that mortals looked up too with praise, as they abhorred the darkness. They believed in his cause. The majority wanted Hyperion to win. And somehow, with their praise, there is still hope in that happening... someway... somehow...

Reluctantly suppressing his desire to purge his arch-nemesis for the meantime, he was forced to humble himself and rather than spending his time on the frontlines, he ought to tend back to his kingdom of Terratoria and establish it further. He headed home and began to focus on the problems it was suffering, tending more to the needs of the people with compassion, creating more space for homes and crops, amongst others. He made it that his kingdom would come first before anything else, for it was his duty to keep his home safe. He became more pragmatic as a result. Even then, he also attempt to make amends to the other gods around him, establishing secure relationships with his allies. Yet despite his attempts to distract himself, he never did forget about his encoded orders. Whilst he does promote the balance of light and darkness, he still wants to purge what he proclaims as "chaos" and achieve his initial goals as a whole. While the wrath his old persona is currently more akin to a slumbering beast, with notable exceptions, when it awakes, all will feel his divine judgement upon the world of Tabrasa.

Notes:
N/A

Misc:

- Hyperion's voice is based on Doctor Fate's from Injustice 2.

"Put this on thy holy tabula."

Hyperion's Anthem

Relationships

Oao - (A Lowly Wretch)
"For countless centuries have I attempted to snuff-out my antithesis - the darkness that plagues these lands. Yet no matter what I do, she never fully ceases to exist. But I believe that my guiding light shall prevail in the end, within the realm's darkest hour... that I'm nearly certain of."

Apolios - (Archangel89)
"My light carries his brilliant radiance wherever he goes. He is a good friend, trustworthy, and he is welcome to make his part on the glorious land of Territoria. May his sunlight never cease to shine."

Ferron - (Leotamer)
"His skills within the realm of crafting are without equal. He never fails to impress me with his work he puts so much time into. I've always wondered how the world would look like without his creations."

Sveiand - (jetipster)
"Behind his bitter cold persona, he too values to see peace and order throughout the realm. We see eye-to-eye on this simple matter. Yet his mood can change as abruptly to a thundering blizzard, so one ought to keep within his good side."

Ragnagedon - (Legion02) -
"The heretical war god shall forever remain a heretical god. His army rivals my own, yet abuses it simply to cause unrestrained chaos and mayhem. This agent of chaos will fall under my divine light."

Drakairós - (Lmpkio) -
"The God of Weather plays a pivotable part in nature. Whilst we crossed paths as enemies during the Old Crusade, I've begun to respect him admirably for keeping the weather patterns in check. Indeed, he's a powerful ally that you'd want to have on your side in battle."

Nerplaguis - (Lmpkio)
"Such heretical manners to rid the weak through these horrid, sickly, means. To be part of a plague that wipe out millions in just a few weeks, is a process worse than dying in combat itself. May he suffer a terrible fate to attune to his horrendous crimes."

Van Kurr - (Vega7)
"I mourn for the people who have been drowned by his hand. Whilst I consider his dominion as necessary for life to exist, I cannot agree with his actions in trapping souls for his own will. I will restore his victims back into the light if they ever come back onto land again."

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Iva'Krorh - (Rune_Alchemist)
"The Mad Librarian. Whilst I respect his actions as a lore keeper, his obsession for knowledge has caused his sanity to crumble right before his eyes. For knowledge is power, and in the end this power may ultimately lead to further corruption."

Dirka - (Dealdric)
"Her creativity with magic never ceases to wonder me, yet it's all at the cost of her own mind. She walks a grey path between the light and the dark. May her soul wisely pick the right path."

Somler - (thewizardguy)
"A walking enigma, his fearfulness of the outside world drives him into hiding. Yet as far into the woods he may go, light will eventually unveil the answers long hidden since the beginning. He cannot hide in darkness forever."

Iarus - (Archangel89)
"He plays a foul game of heresy. Deception does nothing but shroud the truth in utter darkness. The light never deceives those who embrace it."

Iarus (Fear) - (Archangel89)

"Fear is a powerful agent against progress and development. The dark spire had tempted him to corrupt his mind and deceive himself into become one with fear. Once an enemy of some, he has become an enemy of everyone - one that must be eliminated by any means necessary."

Azhriel - (Kalas)
"I've lost many of my men during the Crusades of old. Without him, their souls would find no peace and forever would their ghosts haunt the world. I admire all that he has done to preserve them and ultimately in protecting this realm."

Dao Rugadh - (Vega7)
"The ambitions he constantly strives for, may perhaps be his downfall. Even the methods how he interferes with mortal knowledge is rather concerning. He'll need to be put on a tight leash."

Gammaton - (Stern Algorithm)
"He and I share very similar ideals. We both desire peace and order throughout the realm and to vanquish chaos and discord. Perhaps I should recruit him for an experiment I have in mind regarding the mortals..."

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Hayim - (Duoya)
"How everyone wishes to be as naive and innocent like him. Yet without his services, my clerics wouldn't be capable in healing my injured men in battle. It's a debt that I unfortunately may never be able to fully repay to him - unless he wouldn't mind a trip around the realm as payment."

Anu'Varr - (Lord Zee)
"Devilry is one of the highest forms of heresy. Her affinity to cause chaos for the mortals is nauseatingly disturbing. Let the light purify her shrouded past and guide her back on the right path, or have her face complete annihilation."

Naswaru - (ReusableSword)
"A divine blessing in disguise. He has helped in the creation of some of my finest warriors... and some of their worst enemies. Regardless, his manifestations have been utilized by my men as a source of food and opponents for them to battle in order to keep them on their feet. "

Ral - (Noodles)
"The Treasure-hoarder is perhaps more generous than he gives himself credit for. Yet if this generosity has no limits, there's bound to be chaos when the power is wielded by the unworthy. He must be supervised at all costs."

Baina Ez Voios - (ZekariVoblis)
"My great crusades were nothing but my efforts in conquering the darkness and those aligned with her. While I still desire to rid this world of chaos, I am forced to acknowledge the act of balance - only engaging when the hand of heresy stretches too far beyond her boarders. And yet... I still believe they must be conquered completely for the sake of this realm's survival."

Creations

Spear Of Longinus: - Hyperion's holy lance is embedded with divine light that allows him to control and wield light to his advantage. He can use it for simple requirements such as providing a light source, to more complicated actions such as promoting light-based attacks. Such attacks vary including firing light beams from the tip, erecting a protective bubble of holy light around him and his allies, and can be used to buff his attacks against opponents who primarily use darkness.

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Nerplaguis

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Name:
Nerplaguis | "Nergualis" | "Plagueis" | "The Mad Scientist" | "The Black Death"

Domain:
Disease

Appearance:
Nerplaguis is a tall and lanky figure, standing around 6'3" (1.905 Meters) and casts a long shadow wherever he goes. He wears a black robe, riddled with pockets, as well as wearing specialized leather gauntlets, long sturdy boots, and sports a bird-like pale white mask with a long jagged beak. When he walks around, a trail of black smoke dissipates behind him and is often carrying his staff as well as a lantern of green flame. Not much is known about what lies beneath these thick garments, although there are many wild speculations. Some say that he's a sickening corpse, with decomposing flesh, sickening bubos, and his guts being practically visible in his chest region. Others say that he's simply an anthropomorphic bird, who wears this outfit to mask his identity from the others. However, no one really knows for certain.

Nerplaguis can also transform into different animals, with his most common form being that of a large raven, often used for espionage in the real world. He can also transform into a wisp of gas/smoke/disease, allowing him to get through tight spaces and for even better espionage.

Realm:
The Laboratory Dungeons of Nergalis

Deep within the caves in the mountains north of Verzak, lies Nerplaguis' personal laboratory dungeons. It is a dark and wretched place, filled with the scent of everlasting death and decay, as it plagues the gothic stone-walls of this hideaway. This area is so toxic, that unless the visitors are immune to disease or wear a specialized mask that Nerplaguis provides for his VIPs, they risk getting intoxicated and sick. Even the gods aren't at all safe from what they may breathe in. This is where every great disease, mutation, strain, and disorder are created in, with the plague god always experimenting with new ingredients that he fines across the realm. Shelves of books, potions, and ingredients cover most of his workshop, along with specialized syringes and other weird contraptions that would help him spread his infectious creations. He snatches random test subjects from nearby villages and plants them in cold, barred, cells weekly, and infects them with his latest creations, where he watches as they slowly wither away in pure agony.

The only entrance to the laboratories can be found near the north base of the mountains, leading into a labyrinth of sprawling cave systems. For those unfamiliar with the cave system it is a daunting task to find their way in and out. In addition, several Plague Sentinels guard the laboratories and the cave systems leading directly to it, wielding their sickly blades to strike down those who get too close.

Biography:
Nerplaguis is often seen as a scheming, psychopathic, alchemist working deep within the confines of his personal laboratories, whilst sporting a cruel sense of humor and taste in entertainment. As the god of disease, he regulates domain and overseeing every plague, sickness, illnesses, strains, disorders, and mutations he creates with a high praise of sadistic professionalism. He's notoriously infamous for kidnaping random mortals from all around the realm, unbiased regarding their race, gender, ethnicity, age, and what not, and uses them as live test subjects for him to test his newest concoctions. And whilst they suffer, screaming in agony or whimpering in the dark corners of their prison cell, he simply watches them for days on end for pure entertainment until they die. Once affirming their effectiveness, he plants the disease in a random person somewhere in the outside realm and waits for all hell to break loose. For many viewing from the outside, Nerplaguis is a cruel and mentally compromised psychopath who cares not for the lively hood of mortals and threatens to plague the entire realm with the worse diseases imaginable. All of this is simply a game to him.

But Nerplaguis does have standards and recognition regarding his status. His overall purpose in releasing his diseases are simply to manage population control over those who have grown far too big in population to simply be killed off by traditional means. He would test his new diseases on selected test subjects first before releasing them to his selected demographic, often wiping out their members to a significant degree so that others may allow themselves to live. And what about those who have survived his experiments in the cell? What about those rare few who have been exposed to the most horrid diseases in his arsenal and yet still be able to survive and heal?

He often just lets them go.

The God of Disease believes that his diseases aren't simply killing everyone just for the sake of killing, but rather rattling out the weak and making way towards the strong. Those who've survived his worse experiments have overcame odds that most men would simply falter too. And he treats them with a heavy amount of respect. But these specimens are incredibly rare and it still wouldn't justify the unethical methods he issues towards his subjects and how he doesn't bother maintaining them once they are outside. He just lets them do their thing until they wither out on their own and thus he's back to creating a new plague.

But rumors had been steadily roaming around Tabrasa regarding some of Nerplaguis' most disturbing projects. It's been said that he has sicknesses stored away that are so toxic and so contagious, that it can effect the gods themselves. Whilst his laboratories are already toxic enough to potentially make the gods sick already, the fact that there are claims of him storing these biological weapons of mass divine destruction is certainly alarming. One only hopes that he never has to use them, at least when it comes to eradicating all life in the realm...

Notes:
TBA

Misc:

- Nerplaguis' Plague Sentinels are seen as mindless automatons reincarnated from surviving victims who chose to serve him, those claiming that they can't live without being dependent on sickness. Only four roam the laboratories thus far.

- According to Nerplaguis' himself, he claims that the first disease that he ever made was leprosy.

- Some of Nerplaguis' more tamer diseases, such as the common cold and fevers, had been disowned by him for their lack of effectiveness and tameness against mortals. These types can be easily cured, yet are also able to strengthen the immunity system slightly every time they are casted out from the person's body.

- Hayim is effectively his arch-rival, who's constantly trying to foil his plans by healing everyone infected by his touch.

- “Put this on my tabula”

Relationships

TBA

Creations

Every Sickness Ever - As the God of Disease, if there's anything that makes you sick, it most certainly would've been created by him. From minor pathogens, to roaring plagues, even manipulating parasites, mutagens, and disorders, Nerplaguis has an entire arsenal of "bioweapons" that can destroy the realm several times over.

Staff Of Ailment - Nerplaguis' staff allows him to create and manipulate disease to his will. He can send a large cloud of it to any nearby village and send an onslaught of plague-bearing animals, such as rats, to infect a larger town.

Plague Sentinels - Four giant hulking armored automatons guard Nerplaguis' laboratories, being made of the survivors who survived against his major experiments but are heavily reliant on these plagues to simply survive. They are casted upon with iron armor and carry plague-bearing swords which constantly reek of plague and illness.

A Guild Adventure: An RP with Monster Girls! (ENDED)

Edit: Was going to get something up... but then I checked the CS. Looks like my portion of the characters had been... eliminated.

Well then.

Upon this revelation, I suppose my time here is finished - at least for now. It's been fun working with you guys and I'm so damn sorry for not being more involved. Consider Titanica's payment fulfilled and she shall leave if you guys wish. Morgan can be acquired by anyone who is interested. If another sequel RP shows up I may consider joining it and reintroducing said characters back in (or Titanica only if Morgan is claimed).

But for now, I bid you guys my farewell. Again, you may use my characters how you wish.

Earth vs. The Giant Monsters (always open)

@Metatrooper I'm pretty sure you don't need permission to enter at this point. My kaiju Apollyon and @rocketrobie2's Lady Liberty Mech are also in New York so it's probably gonna be a three-way or 2v1 battle. If the latter, I may send out another fodder kaiju to enter the fray.

World of Light

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Level 2 - (16/20) EXP
Location: Peach's Castle, Sewer Dungeon
Word Count: 909

_{"It's On Like 1981! - Pt 1"}

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Geno threw the light disks at his opponent in just the knick of time. One of his disks was successful in cutting through the chained flail that was bound straight for his neck. However, while the doll was still hit by the painful loose chain - striking his left arm - any concentrated strength locked within it was lost. He definitely saved himself from loosing an arm. Having now taken care of the immediate threat, it was time for Geno to go on the offensive as he fires a volley of beam attacks from his arm cannon. Mario was forced to go on the defensive as he raised the remnants of his flail to shield himself from fire, but consequently - to the star warrior's good will - made himself completely vulnerable to the light disks that were boomeranging back towards him.

The double disks both made their mark on the plumber, slicing deep into the opponent's back. While they didn't have enough power to penetrate him fully, they were more than enough to make him loose his guard. And in a stroke of both accuracy and luck, one of Geno's shots succeeded in hitting his forehead, causing his iconic "M" hat to fly off before another shot placed a hole straight in the middle of it. The star warrior continued to give all that he had - regretting every second of it - as it seemed that he finally had gained the upper hand in this brawl. He only hoped that this would end soon.

Yet this battle was far from over. Not even close for that matter. For when Geno saw his old friend's eyes for a brief second, he saw nothing but cold-blooded rage. His heart sunk deep into his wooden chest - knowing that what he did was only ticking him off. His opponent would reach behind his back to reveal a bright yellow cape, and with a single swipe, he furled it around him and deflected two of Geno's shots. Not expecting it, the doll's slowness to react caused the first shot to scrap his right side, however giving him the sudden jolt to dodge the second one that whizzed straight by his head. He clenched his lightly-burnt side before looking upon Mario's counter attack.

However, it wasn't what he expected to see at all, as he witnessed the creation of a great wall of fire that hurdled straight towards him. Knowing full well of the dire consequences in getting hit - especially of someone being consisted of wood - Geno narrowly dodged the great flame by madly staging to the left. The flame wall ruthlessly stormed through everything that was in its way, even being powerful enough to break the wall that lead to another cell next to it. The star warrior quickly got up as he found himself inwrapped in a field of smoke and debris which emanated from the blast. He considered taking advantage of the situation and hide within the cover of the next room, until he saw another familiar face emerge from the darkness.

"Oh great, not him..."

Geno had met Donkey Kong in person long ago, but he never expected to find him here in all places. Then again, he knew he heard something familiar about those cries when he was patrolling the sewers. Perhaps it would've been better if he had checked it out first after all - at least to know what he got himself into. Too late for that. And with Mario coaxing the big ape to join the battle, the doll knew that he was out-matched. Sure the big ape was slow, but with strength infamous for breaking infinite amounts of barrels effortlessly - and even punching a moon straight out of orbit, according to one rumor - and with Mario making it up with his speed, battling the duo 2v1 in his current state is an unwise endeavor. The doll looked over to the ape with a non-threatening outlook, although considering how the ape felt more familiar to the corrupted plumber than to him, he figured that it would prove worthless against him. There was only one thing he could do now...

"DK..." Geno motioned slowly with his arms in the air, "I know what it looks like, but trust me. As an old friend of his..."

He'd pause for a brief second before he gleamed at him with eyes of utter regret.

"He isn't himself."

And before letting the two veterans decide on what to do, the star warrior's thrusters sprung to life as he made a mad dash towards the cell's exit. Whilst he quickly moved forward, he seemed to have obliviously passed the barred exit that lead to the ground floor of the castle, as he proceeded into the dark catacombs of the dungeon. One would think that Geno's panic had made him loose sense of direction and logic, but the doll had other plans. He wasn't going to let his old friends rot within their madness inside such a dank and depressing location. Not just yet.

Not until he at least attempts to find something that may free them.

And he's going to explore the entire dungeon until he finds something valuable or bust out with nothing. Geno knew full well that it's a foolish endeavor - a suicide mission for that matter - and he normally wouldn't do it for anyone else. But these two were an exception. An exception he was willing to undertake...

Even with his life on the line.

World of Light

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World of Light

Oh boi...

Divinus: The God RP, Mk. III. Finished in Record Time™!

As I said for Nepja's review, I'm a fan of Norse mythology so when I see a spin on Surtr and Muspelheim, I like.

@Cyclone

You can thank God of War for introducing me to the REAL world of Norse Myth.

I'd have suggested you might also play off the emotional side of heat by making Muspellsheim's essence occasionally drive someone into a fit of rage or irrationality, but the Pit already does that.

@Cyclone

Yeah I would love to dive into that mindset - but since the Pit does it already, like you said, it won't be. Although perhaps I could say that some of the Pit's angst does seep into Muspell once in a while, but it might be redundant.

No matter; perhaps old Travis will still make a holy order of berserkers!

@Cyclone

Oooooooooh - I will definitely make Berserkers for him.

One thing that we GMs would like to see more of is more details about the natural connections to Niflheim and the rivalry there, but perhaps you two were wanting to explore that IC.

@Cyclone

Once I get in good contact with Jepisepter, we will definitely flesh it out.

Heat is a good Portfolio, though admittedly somewhat broad. Your abilities make sense and it's ultimately fine as you have it, but if you haven't considered it yet, I'll posit to you the idea of starting with something more specific like Fire or Volcanos, and eventually taking Heat or something along those lines as a Cluster. Up to you; just remember that specific Portfolios are allowed to be more powerful than broad ones.

@Cyclone

I'll keep it as is for now. However, one other portfolio I consider getting is forges (since his heat does make and create metals), for the mortals to make axes and tools. This can be good for the creation of Berserkers actually.

As far as persona, you can join the (trio?) of angry griefers; you've got Orvus, Narzhak, and maybe even Mel to smash things with!

@Cyclone

Fucking sold. You know he's gonna join them.

I don't think you'll run out of stuff to do, but eventually I hope you'll find something for Sartravius to do beyond sulking or rampaging; too much of that from a main character can get stale after a while. But the fact that you mention him having worshipers and life in his Sphere indicates that you're thinking about having Sartravius take on some more creative pursuits as well, which I like.

@Cyclone

Oh definitely I got other plans than simple destruction. Again, getting the forges portfolio will open up some cool possibilities. We'll see what else happens along the lines and go from there.

One last note: just be aware that at the beginning, you can only have one form. I think we've already told you this and IIRC you affirmed that the dragon and armor forms will come about later when Sartravius buys them with MP, but I just wanted to reiterate to make sure we're all on the same page.

@Cyclone

That dragon form might be his avatar actually. I feel that dragon can act also as a guardian of the volcanic portal into Muspellheim.