Lugubrious

World of Light - a massive post-apocalyptic game crossover

With an army of Master Hands under its control, Galeem sought to create a new world.

The fighters and their countless stories came to an end as light consumed them.

Thus, the universe was crushed in the hands of Galeem.

Those who fought the light were devoured.

The others lost their bodies and became spirits.

Only one survived.

A star of hope twinkles faintly as the dust settles on a new world.

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Welcome to the World of Light. An otherwordly entity known as the Lord of Light, Galeem, has annihilated the universe, sending streams of all-consuming light into every game world to wipe the slate clean so that he might build something anew. Only Kirby, borne on a Warp Star while Galeem's attack still picked up speed, escaped.

But the weight of the world is a heavy burden indeed, and his constant fight has left him exhausted. He managed, however, to free a small group of spirits, and split his remaining power into Friend Hearts to revive them. They're a motley crew, hailing from a variety of world and origins, but with Kirby unable to fight any longer, the task of finding and defeating Galeem falls to them.

You're one of these revived spirits. You can be any game character from any game franchise, hero or villain, side-characters of all stripes. You face impossible odds, an adventure across landscapes that span the imagination, an endless series of battles, puzzles, and obstacles, meeting friends and foes familiar and new on the chance that you might reach the Lord of Light and undo all he has wrought.

In essence, this is a massive crossover adventure, with the players deciding where to go and what to do, encountering all sorts game worlds, characters, and items. There will be some RPG elements, with EXP for word count and as rewards, and each level earning you a new ability. Since most characters bring with them a narrative, who you pick and what you do will directly impact the RP's events, so the possibilities are endless.

Important Notes

1. All standard roleplaying rules apply. Be excellent to one another.
2. Your characters will start off somewhat weak, no matter how strong they were originally, but as you play you'll become stronger and more capable.
3. Your character will have to be from a game, but it can be any officially-licensed game, no matter the console or company.
4. While you start with one character, you will be able to get another if you want after meeting certain conditions.
5. While not 18+, there will be some more mature themes going around, and I expect some violence.

Sheet

Here's a tentative sheet if you want to start planning out your character. Coding is included, which you can take if you 'view raw' this post and copy from there.

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Name:
Game Origin:
Appearance: (You can use just an image, a description, or both)
Personality:
Background: (A history, a few sentences minimum, of where the character came from and what you were doing prior to the events of the World of Light. Galeem might have attacked at any point in your character's story, and his attack stretched across the dimensions, potentially reaching characters that are canonically dead)

Specialty: (What your character's best at; what their main role will be to the group, like defense, magic attack, healing, traps, you name it. Can be general or specific)
Level: 1
Experience: 0/10 (The amount of EXP required to level up will double with each level, but rewards get bigger, too)
Powers: (You start with one, no matter how many your character had before, and will earn one with each level. They should make sense for your character)

Strengths: (Things your character's always good at, or always can do; essentially, passive abilities or bonuses. You start with three, but you can add more in place of powers when you level up)

Weaknesses: (Faults, flaws, inabilities, and so forth. Nobody's perfect)
Spirits: (Here's a fun one. As you adventure in the World of Light, chance are you'll free spirits, which are entities from other games. If you bond with them, and convince them to remain in the dangerous World of Light rather than disappear, they'll channel you their own strength. These can result in your character gaining new powers or strong equipment without having to level, though the price is some sort of change to your character, physical, mental, or both. Start with none for now)

Kindred Spirits: (Some souls are seemingly bound together by destiny. Put up to three characters here closely tied with yours, and you'll run into them sooner or later in the RP)
Inventory: (Whatever gear, weapons, and items your character has)

✧ Adventure Must Continue ✧

Helena

@Ithradine@HueMan

Features cold and hard, Helena entertained the woman's response. More words of dubious veracity, though followed by something that could not be construed as anything but an ultimatum. Yet, no matter how Priscilla's words reverberated, the ghoul commander had put aside her fear. No matter how strong the opponent, she knew her duty, and how to see it through. The simplicity of the answer to this burgeoning question -pass or fail- provided a sort of security. Either Helena would extinguish this marauder, or she would pay for her failure with her life. With that in mind, she was ready to begin.

Movement to the side stole Helena's attention for a moment, and she spotted a familiar form rising from the underbrush. Skout, the menacing automaton, had appeared, and he trained his pistol upon the stranger's head. Without a moment's hesitation or warning he unleashed a powerful blast, taking a preemptive strike that seemed capable of putting the threat down in one shot.

The Cathedral's warriors, however, were not so lucky. From the ensuing burst of steam and dust, Priscilla emerged unscathed. A furrow could be seen in the earth, plowed by her scythe's blade sunken in to minimize the knockback of Skout's shot. She straightened herself, and through the air relayed a final message for disappearing. Just like that, the scene had turned to normal.

Helena allowed herself to relax, stowing her dagger away and resuming her dignified, austere posture. “How pointless,” she spat through gritted teeth. After casting a glance at the village, not so far away that someone could have witnessed the encounter, she strode over to where Skout still stood. From the nearby forest, her lieutenants appeared, bringing the total soldiers present to six. “Skout, thank you for coming to my aid, though it seems it was unnecessary,” she told him. “Though we have little to show for our run-in with this Priscilla, we have gleaned some information about our surroundings, and should return to the Cathedral. If we ran into someone with this power already, future scouting parties should be far more prepared.” The others nodded, and Helena's team prepared to move out.

Tatter

@Ithradine@FalloutJack@Lauder

Tatter's news lit a fire in Morningstar like oil splashed on coals. Before anyone could object, pipe up, or even think twice the excited gargoyle had launched herself into action, shortly followed by a more literal launch out of the Cathedral. All thoughts about the king, and the importance of delivering him to Volaris, seemed to have flown out her ear just as fast. That left the specter along with the man, and the indolent children of the Supreme Smith.

Neither Sagi nor Xirphi gave the impression that they had anything to say, so a moment of awkward silence passed before Lucius broke it with an abrupt cough. His question spurred Tatter to action. “Well mister king sir, I don't know much about customs, and I don't know where the Supreme One is, but I can make you comfortable while you wait.” She narrowed her eyes, sizing him up. A dozen unsavory options ran through her mind, but it was with the greatest of restraint that she heaved a sigh and told him, “The Tower of Dignity should be fine. Jack will entertain you.”

A chuckle and a smirk issued from her as a follow-up thought occurred to her. “Oh, but don't worry, he'll just give you tea and probably have a boring, normal conversation. The time for fear comes later. Now, follow me. Or don't, I'll just carry you.” She started to drift back through the hall, making it clear to Lucius that he should follow her toward a door in the back.

Jigokuraku Academy

@AdmrlStalfos19

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After focusing on the task at hand, the pair proceeded with the plan. Goro lowered Umi down the manhole to the best of his ability, going slow to avoid losing either his hands' grip on her or his body's purchase on the ground. His laserlike concentration, however, meant he did not notice the marauding insect until too late. A split-second panic seized him; while it only made him tense up, he worried that it might scare his new comrade and lead to disaster. However, the slender girl proved she was made of sterner stuff, and shrugged off the cockroach as casually as she might toss her hair. Goro realized immediately that his doubts were ill-founded, and took Umi's fortitude into account.

A moment later she took off into the darkness, spurred to action -Goro assumed- by the discovery of at least one dummy. In fact, Umi turned up three in short order, two smaller ones and then a single, adult-sized specimen. One by one she returned and hurled the child dummies up toward Goro, but though he lurched to grab them, they did not quite sail high enough. “Sorry, I couldn't grab it!” he called down. “Try a little higher?” When Umi next appeared, the large dummy slung across her back, Goro couldn't help but notice that she seemed somewhat bigger. However, he observed the next moment that she looked ill, and Umi's unwellness wiped all other thoughts from his mind. “The scummy water must be poisoning her,” he muttered. They needed to act fast.

Using jets of water, Umi propelled the adult dummy Goro's way the next moment. This time he snagged it by the arm, and he set to hauling the prize onto terra firma. The others followed suit, Goro taking them one by one as they flew up toward him. After that, only Umi remained. When Goro turned his light down, she seemed ready to launch upward, but his light revealed a sickly countenance indeed. The sight made his heart hurt, and he stretched down extra far to prepare himself to help her. Umi started to rise, ascending until she jerked to a stop, her hips stuck fast. Even worse, she looked ready to vomit.

Well aware of her suffering, Goro reached down to grab her remaining hand and started to pull. He averted his brilliant gaze, saying in the most comforting voice he could, “Do whatever you need to. There's pure water in your devices for cleaning if you need. If you can, keep shooting water from your feet to go up and get smaller.”

Fire Emblem: Conflict

Fenne

@Sarcelle Renard

As luck would have it, mere moments after Fenne's 'accident' with the tent, some red-haired bozo rounded the bend and stumbled onto the scene. Though the recognized the wyvern rider on sight, his name did not immediately pop into her head, and her focus split between struggling to remember it and hoping that he wouldn't bother her as he approached. Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, she urged as he strolled by. His pace convinced her otherwise, however, moments before he turned those mischievous, amber eyes of his on her and started talking.

Fenne could not say she liked the guy. His smug aura mocked her, and either due to his gear or proportions his torso appeared overlong but almost girlishly narrow toward the waist, and that put her off, too. That said, his joke, however unfunny, did not annoy her, and after being treated to a friendly smile she found herself rolling her eyes. “Hah hah hah,” she fake-laughed, crossing her arms. ”If you've got the free time to putz around, why don't you get the blood pumping instead? I was just about to go on a push-run in a big circle 'round the camp.” A derisive grin appeared on her face. “Maybe if you make something of yourself you'll be worth fighting.”

Kieran. That was his name. While Fenne never took the time to get to know this soldier in particular -partially because she was almost as new here as he- a single characteristic served to identify him in her eyes: as of this day, she had not seen fit to test his mettle. Many people, many warriors even, fell into that category, since Fenne did not care to learn what every random mercenary stood for on the off-chance that their principles bore harder scrutiny. Still, she didn't mind going a few rounds with any of them who met her standards. If Kieran decided to join her exercise, such information might happen to come to light through casual chitchat, hence why she extended him the invitation. After all, that fancy armor of his surely belied a more sophisticated background than the typical army brute.

JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Verum Autem Ex

The van door closed with a slam, and Arthur leaned back in his seat to massage his temples. Already the hours felt stretched out, filled as they were with vain searching and deception. However well it worked, the man did not like leading people on, even as he felt he himself was being led on a wild goose chase. His experience in the hidden world of Stands convinced him of one overarching phenomena, some time ago: whether through destiny or chance, and for better or for worse, Stand users tended to come together. Yet here he was.

After a minute or so he removed his phone from his pocket and looked through it. He discovered a message from Blue that suggested an encountered user, and provide the location. Arthur slapped the dashboard, exclaiming, “The assassin found our target!” Spurred out of his frustration by a sudden energy, he got the van in gear and started to drive, keeping an eye on each street sign he passed to make his way toward 7th Street.

At a red light a few minutes later, he checked his phone again in case more information appeared in the meantime. Nothing new had issued from Blue, but to his surprise he found a message from the little one, Mieke. When he read it he went bug-eyed. “Multiple contacts!?” he belted out aloud, his formidable bass resounding through the vehicle. “...I suppose it makes sense,” he muttered the next moment. “Armstrong said it was spreading something like a disease, after all.” Turning in place, he looked over his shoulder at Hogan. “Still, kinda stinks that we didn't find anyone, eh?”

There came a loud honk from behind the van. Arthur whipped around in a fright to see that the light had turned. “Damn! Sorry!” he told nobody, as he started to accelerate once again. As he returned to cruising speed, he considered what to do, speaking aloud to try and include his scaly friend. “Well, Blue probably has her situation under control, but Mieke might need help. Then again, she didn't give any info about her location. At the next light I'll message her back to try and get it.”

True to his word, he popped open his phone to send a return text when next his van came to a halt. N...e...e...d...h...e...l...p...?...W...h...e...r...e...a...r...e...y...o...u...? he tapped, pressing each key one at a time with his right index finger. He managed to send it mere seconds before the light went green.

Jigokuraku Academy

@AdmrlStalfos19

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Goro watched with curiosity as Umi busied herself examining the manhole, unfastening various parts of her costume to lay them aside. He couldn't imagine what she was doing until, in a rather more broken manner than usual, she stammered out an explanation of her power. Her first bit of news -what she could do- struck him as pretty darn cool. The ability to make blasts of water, not just for offense but for mobility, sounded like a quintessential superhero power. With such a good ability, he considered, she might very well be the star of the show. Of course, Goro would be happy to support her, but a little voice in the back of his head made him unhappy that it looked like he'd be upstaged so early.

However, her briefing was not over. As she continued, Goro immediately found himself raising his eyebrows. Bloat...up? When Umi indicated her chest, he ended up staring for a moment before his imagination kicked in, and he jerked his head away sharply in embarrassment. His light, focused on the manhole, turned ever-so-slightly red. If asked, he couldn't have possibly repeated what she said next, so scattered were his thoughts. In a desperate attempt to cover for it, he started babbling what he hoped might be helpful advice. “W-well! If, uh, you can, uh, expel that water, you just uh, you know, grab the dummy and shoot it the water straight down until you...um, pop out. And I could, uh...help pull?”

In front of him. Umi stopped lowering herself, clearly waiting for Goro to help. When he noticed he lurched forward, getting down on his belly with the upper third of his body dangling over the opening. Taking hold of the girl's hand, he slowly lowered her down further, his warm light showering down from above. With any luck its glow would help her find their target. Goro thought it odd that there weren't any metal rungs in the hole, since sanitation workers would need to climb down every so often. That said, he could scarcely think about anything but Umi at the moment, even now that his light returned to its normal shade. He did his best to hold his head steady and hands firm, ready to shine a light or pull up at a moment's notice.

Fire Emblem: Conflict

Fenne

Even outside of battle, a mercenary company never lacked things to do. In the wake of every skirmish came maintenance, each setting-up of camp took a lot of work from its occupants, and since an army marched on its stomach, every meal became a sizable endeavor. Lately, Fenne found herself lending such efforts more of a hand than she might have otherwise. She told herself that she merely played her part, but in the back of her mind she knew what spurred her to contribute so.

The sneers. The whispers. At every turn she could see those scathing faces and hear those derisive murmurs, and practically none of them were driven by dread or superstition about her red eyes and the heritage they supposedly evidenced, which she would have welcomed gladly. Since her arrival to the Red Branch not too long ago, she had gradually become aware that her attitude both on and off the battlefield won her few friends. In the town of Gespenst, such behavior brought the woman respect, but here she found herself greeted instead with contempt, disdain, and dismissal. Rumors flew not of a legendary warrior reincarnated, but of an egotistical lunatic kept around solely because, at the end of the day, she could swing a hammer well enough. The unfamiliar, uncomfortable feeling of isolation had begun to gnaw at the edges of her mind. Warfare she could handle, particularly since the politics and logistics of it all concerned her little, but this more internal conflict troubled her.

Not too many of the combatants among Red Branch could beat her decisively, but over the weeks those who could did not hesitate to teach her a few lessons, each of which served to multiply her doubts. The stubborn scar across Fenne's face, still not healed a month after her sound defeat by Aria, stung when hit by any strong gust of wind. Every ensuing lance of pain told Fenne that things had changed—and that she, too, would need to change. Of course, she refused to betray herself or her mission, but the pressure remained, weighing in on her from all sides. In the end, whether motivated by the necessities of being a mercenary or by a new, insidious wish to be wanted, Fenne chose to serve the convoy in surly silence.

That impetus led to a lot busy days, but today, with camp already set up and most duties attended to, was an exception. Try as she might, Fenne couldn't find much to do, and after some wandering around she sat herself down by a tent to focus on the finer details of her equipment. Before too long her armor sat next to her in the grass, free of dirt and grime, and Fenne turned her attention to her scourge. She straightened its claws, then sharpened them with a whetstone, turning the lash over and over in her hands. After that Fenne worked to tighten and trim the interwoven lengths of hide that formed the bulk of her belonging's length. Tough but supple, it cracked like a whip in battle, and the strain of use threatened to render it useless without proper care. Fenne's mind wandered as she labored at the task, drifting back to the handmade charms she had fashioned in her youth back in the mountains. A little demon's talismans, she remembered, recalling the times she terrorized the other children with those 'cursed artifacts'. Not for the first time she thought about how easy it would be to leave this gaggle of hoodlums and return to a cozy life in Gespenst, but just as before she set the notion aside. My time being a big fish in a little pond is over. Having opted to let such thoughts be, Fenne honed her focus on her scourge to make the finishing touches.

A few minutes later, she was done. “There,” she said aloud, pleased with her handiwork. Reaching over to her pile of armor, she grabbed a vambrace, fastened it on her left arm, and wound the scourge around it. Eager to try it out, she hopped to her feet and sent it flying with a powerful cast of her forearm. The scourge unraveled, shot out, and dug its claws into the side of a tent a half-dozen feet away in the blink of an eye. “Hahah!” Fenne chuckled through a toothy grin. “Back in business.” She gave the scourge a tug. It ripped free from the tent, leaving a few small gashes in the canvas. “Hm.” Hopefully nobody would notice.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The noise of the communicator jolted Elliot awake. For a moment, he could not remember who he was. He only knew that a moment ago he'd been somewhere blissful, bright, and carefree, but he could see it no longer. Just a feeling remained with him as he stared into the darkness of his junk-cluttered room, feeling groggy, sore, and down. His eyes stung as he held the device in front of them, lazy pupils struggling to focus. Already he felt nothing short of miserable, but what he read made him groan aloud. Tossing the machine back onto the nearby desk, he buried himself beneath his pillow and held it tight against his face to muffle his guttural cry.

A few moments later he sat up, mushing his eyes with his knuckle and wiping the despair off his face. For the second time he pored across the message, making sure to take in each word. Do not speak any of the following out loud, he read. With a quizzical expression he looked left to right, examining each shadowy corner of his abode. After examining the rest of the message, Elliot heaved himself up to head to the bathroom and start pulling himself together.

Some time later, a nondescript young man in jeans, a striped gray-and-black t-shirt, and a black windbreaker pushed through the door to the Little Owl cafe. The dark bags under his eyes and weary expression spoke of long nights spent staring at a screen. At a glance, he spotted Lillian, and the new girl with whom he'd scarcely bothered to familiarize itself. Scarcely is that dickweed Dean gone than he's replaced, he'd decided the moment he learned of the new Ward. We're all just warm bodies filling out the roster...but some warmer than others. No matter which faces sneered at him during these stupid meetings, nothing would change. Ignoring the pair, he steered himself stiffly toward the main counter, where he murmured his request to the employee. He stood there, waiting, until a cup of black coffee came his way, and with a shaky hand he paid.

With an utterly dispassionate air, he then made his way over to the table the other Wards occupied. He sought the remotest chair and plopped himself down, then leaned back and closed his eyes. Any empty gestures on the part of his supposed teammates went wholly unheeded—he knew, after all, that a token response would do them just as much good as their token greetings did him, which was none at all.

Jigokuraku Academy

@AdmrlStalfos19

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Compared to earlier, when he pored over every inch of ground to find a target for extraction, Goro new felt overwhelmed. Just a little beyond where he and Taro maneuvered a slab of debris off -or more accurately, across- the first pair, a number of victims could be heard. The skin-crawling sound of pain, fear, and distress came from above, below, and every side. With a team three times as big all would have still been busy; now, however, only Umi remained alongside him.

Goro put his hands on his hips and turned to Umi. Somewhat nervous, and somewhat eager to show that he knew what he was doing, he started talking straightaway. “Well! Looks like we have a lot of options.” He angled his light at the open manhole, saying, “That one might be the easiest, and I could try to lower you down, but it'd be a better bet to get something to climb.” A finger extended skyward toward the dummy tangled among the cables. “I don't think those lines are live, since disasters often take out the power and it'd be fried if they were. We could try to knock it down and catch it, or maybe find a ladder of some sort in a building.” His wary gaze roved around the nearby structures. “I'm sure you can hear the dummies in there, but they could take ages to find. I think we should prioritize the ones we can reach quickly first.”

He held up his arms with a shrug, then let them drop. His hands slapped against his pants. “I don't suppose your quirk's useful in any of these situations?” For a brief moment, his eyes lingered on her strange, water-filled equipment, though he doubted she could see them wandering.

Fire Emblem: Conflict

Under the assumption those points were the only ones I needed to address before acceptance, I put my sheet into the characters tab, but if there are any other issues I can redact it and fix them.