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I may have caused major destruction. Sorry....(not sorry)
I was stricken, how could my siblings do this to me? Had I not been kind? Had I not given them so much beauty? Now they just curse my creations, with shadow and fire and death, and rage. I was beyond hurt, my rage faded until I began to weep softly. That is until I saw what Lucifer did again. With a little giggle she released a breath of vile heat that made my creations fight and kill just for the sake of fighting and killing.
Seeing this was a last straw. With a mighty roar that shook both the Earth and shattered the heavens I rushed at my sister and began to rip her form apart, it wouldn't kill her but it would get my message across. Still filled with rage I punched the moon, shattering a portion of it and raining death upon our little world. It mattered not to me, I was to blind to see anything but my rage and hurt. Looking down to Earth I grew and plunged my fists into the earth and pulled, raising a small continent worth of land and left. Placing the earth into my being for safe keeping I began to leave, stopping in front of the sun before plunging my fist into it and pulling out a flame from its core. With one last look behind me, seeing the planet we all worked so hard to make, now just as ruined as when we started. I was filled with shame with my actions, but I knew what I had to do. THEY hurt MY children....and they were going to pay.
Seeing this was a last straw. With a mighty roar that shook both the Earth and shattered the heavens I rushed at my sister and began to rip her form apart, it wouldn't kill her but it would get my message across. Still filled with rage I punched the moon, shattering a portion of it and raining death upon our little world. It mattered not to me, I was to blind to see anything but my rage and hurt. Looking down to Earth I grew and plunged my fists into the earth and pulled, raising a small continent worth of land and left. Placing the earth into my being for safe keeping I began to leave, stopping in front of the sun before plunging my fist into it and pulling out a flame from its core. With one last look behind me, seeing the planet we all worked so hard to make, now just as ruined as when we started. I was filled with shame with my actions, but I knew what I had to do. THEY hurt MY children....and they were going to pay.
Durus was lost, really lost. Every turn in this blasted city looked the same to him and after about five minutes in he was lost. That was what? three, five hours ago? Durus didn't know. All he knew was that he hated it here. He even forgot why he came here in the first place, something about magic? or maybe it was a bounty? No he doesn't need money, think Durus think!
It was no use, this damned armor, "I wish I had never put you on." He said to no one in particular. As he continued walking, in circles for all he knew, he heard a sound he was all too familiar with. The sound of a sword leaving its sheath. Roused from his thoughts Durus began to look around, wondering where the sound came from. His answer came not from the slash of a sword but the hard piece of a club to the back of the head. Angered, Durus turned around and found himself acquainting his eye with a sword, well a pitiful excuse of one. It was lang and thin, it fit perfectly in his eye slit. With the initial shock over with Durus did the only thing he could in this situation, he grabbed.
With the assailants head in between his hands Durus squeezed, turning the mans head into a mush. The sight must have been horrific because his partner let out a scream of terror before I unsheathed my own sword and split him from crown to the ground, the two halves falling onto the ground. With the brief confrontation over with, Durus pulled the sword still lodged in his eye slit out and put it in his hands, letting the suit consume it for later use. Taking one of their water pouches I cleaned my hands, I may forget things but blood is still frowned upon. At least he thinks so. With a shrug Durus continued on his endless journey for about another thirty minutes before a door to his left opened and out came a woman who looked a little disheveled. Pausing in his tracks, Durus lifted a meek hand and said "Hello."
It was no use, this damned armor, "I wish I had never put you on." He said to no one in particular. As he continued walking, in circles for all he knew, he heard a sound he was all too familiar with. The sound of a sword leaving its sheath. Roused from his thoughts Durus began to look around, wondering where the sound came from. His answer came not from the slash of a sword but the hard piece of a club to the back of the head. Angered, Durus turned around and found himself acquainting his eye with a sword, well a pitiful excuse of one. It was lang and thin, it fit perfectly in his eye slit. With the initial shock over with Durus did the only thing he could in this situation, he grabbed.
With the assailants head in between his hands Durus squeezed, turning the mans head into a mush. The sight must have been horrific because his partner let out a scream of terror before I unsheathed my own sword and split him from crown to the ground, the two halves falling onto the ground. With the brief confrontation over with, Durus pulled the sword still lodged in his eye slit out and put it in his hands, letting the suit consume it for later use. Taking one of their water pouches I cleaned my hands, I may forget things but blood is still frowned upon. At least he thinks so. With a shrug Durus continued on his endless journey for about another thirty minutes before a door to his left opened and out came a woman who looked a little disheveled. Pausing in his tracks, Durus lifted a meek hand and said "Hello."
Up early, like usual, Jason was already in combat gear and battle ready before most men were even awake. Idly pondering the phenomena while eating his "breakfast" of nutrient bars and water. Jason was sure it had something to do with his powers, but he didn't know how turning people to dust correlated to being fully functional with only several hours of sleep. Deciding it wasn't important Jason finished his meal and did a quick prayer before heading to the command room.
Jason noticed as he stood straight that there were many other soldiers with him, weather or not they were like him was a mystery. There was even a woman here with them, a shame really. War is no thing for a woman, with a hint of sadness he brushed it off. These were dire times indeed. While waiting for his commanding officer to start his briefing Jason decided to take a moment and double check his equipment.
Thompson... check, ammo... check, grenades... check, and powers. With a quick flex of his fingers an orange bolt of electricity arced between them, slightly disintegrating the fringe of his finger less gloves. Satisfied Jason said "Check" and patiently waited for the mission briefing to start.
Jason noticed as he stood straight that there were many other soldiers with him, weather or not they were like him was a mystery. There was even a woman here with them, a shame really. War is no thing for a woman, with a hint of sadness he brushed it off. These were dire times indeed. While waiting for his commanding officer to start his briefing Jason decided to take a moment and double check his equipment.
Thompson... check, ammo... check, grenades... check, and powers. With a quick flex of his fingers an orange bolt of electricity arced between them, slightly disintegrating the fringe of his finger less gloves. Satisfied Jason said "Check" and patiently waited for the mission briefing to start.
After much relaxing from my creation I decided to come back, see how they were doing. I floated lazily towards Earth, idly creating more stars and nebulae before Earth came into view. But...something was off, hurriedly I speed up my pace and when I could finally see my creations it caused me a pain I could never recreate. They were fighting amongst themselves. Yelling, arguing, fighting....killing.
"No...no, no, no, no, no, NO!" I said, tears forming in my eyes. This isn't as it should be! They were perfect, they were meant to bring everything together, they...they were supposed to be perfect! Then I saw it, a little group of them had been burnt to the ground.... women, men, children.... all gone.
That was when I couldn't hold it in any more, I wept. Harder than I had ever done before, but it stopped abruptly. I asked a question, quietly at first, amongst my siblings. "Who did this?" It was a simple question that needed a simple answer, but soon it turned into a demand, "WHO DID THIS!"
"No...no, no, no, no, no, NO!" I said, tears forming in my eyes. This isn't as it should be! They were perfect, they were meant to bring everything together, they...they were supposed to be perfect! Then I saw it, a little group of them had been burnt to the ground.... women, men, children.... all gone.
That was when I couldn't hold it in any more, I wept. Harder than I had ever done before, but it stopped abruptly. I asked a question, quietly at first, amongst my siblings. "Who did this?" It was a simple question that needed a simple answer, but soon it turned into a demand, "WHO DID THIS!"
I can't hold it in any more...Papas comin!
I have a plan, a big plan. Prepare for missing earth chunks.
In its humanoid form Manus is extremely vast, its form completely incomprehensible to its children. It looks vaguely like its children, leaning more towards masculine features like broad shoulders and a defined chest, but in truth has no established gender and in fact has been seen as male and female among his children's varied religions.
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Manus' true form is that of a an endless mass of midnight tendrils filled with the stars it constantly generates.
[b]Man[b]- This is the crown jewel of Manus' creations. Sure they cannot shine for eons, or explode with the force to level almost anything. But they are the first beings other than the gods themselves to gain sentience, a gift that several other of Manus' siblings contributed to. Manus takes pride in these people he has created and once one earned it, they will be given immortality along with their precursors among the stars.
I said I wasn't going to post until the sins have been placed. A reckoning is coming you guys, just you wait.
Name- Carson Roads
Age- 23
Gender- Male
Appearance-
Personality- Carson is a strong man, not only physically but mentally. He has seen horrible things committed by likewise horrible people and he hasn't broken, not yet. He tries to keep peoples spirits up, something of an eternal optimist without the eternal. A slight pessimism has infected that. As such, Carson knows when a ship is sinking and that a situation sometimes can't get better. Bad things happen to good people and he knows this, taking it to heart somewhat. He just tries to not add to it.
Tier-1
Power/Magic-
Weapon augmentation: Any object Carson can use as a weapon can be infused with a red, fiery energy that enhances the weapons effectiveness. However the nature of the augmentation causes the effected object to turn to dust once done and can only be done once every four hours.
The augmentation is different for different types of weapons.
Blunt- Causes small explosions of energy when struck against something.
Blades- Causes any cut or stab to slowly disintegrate the body, does not work against inorganic material.
Projectiles- Ammunition used turns highly destructive, ripping both cover and people apart.
Bio- Carson grew up in a bad part of a distant city, he doesn't like to talk about it much. He never did too well in school and was always focused on what he could do with his hands, be that building things or beating the other kids up. Eventually he grew up, as all kids do, and graduated from being a general bully to a thug who pushed others around. As you can already tell, this didn't end well for Carson. While beating up some guy who insulted him, he got arrested for assault. However since he was just a minor he didn't get much besides a slap on the wrist and a dissapointed talking too by the police officer who arrested him. After that something changed in Carson, instead of blowing off what the officer said like he usually did from any authority he decided to turn his life around and when he could enlisted into the army.
In the army he learned many of the values that he has today. Integrity, honor, fellowship, and much more. He finally felt like he belonged. In his service he was in many small time firefights, with several big ones that cost him friends. But this was nothing when they had to hold off an attack from a group of rebels. While him and his comrades were better equipped, there was just too many rebels and slowly, one by one, they began to fall. Carson only got out alive because one of his friends hid him underneath his dying body. After that Carson was never truly the same, the light had died in his eyes and the allure of service seemed much less appealing. He never reenlisted. Soon after his twenty second birthday Carson moved to Naveria and has been living off of saved up money in a cheap apartment.
Personal-
Integrity- Carson may be many things. A soldier, a killer, a drunkard, but he is not a lier. No matter what happens he can be counted on to keep his word and wont lie unless very specific circumstances have occurred. Take that what you will.
Dog Tags- These dog tags have two sets on them, his and his friend. John Marsh. These are very dear to him and he is seldom seen without them.
Age- 23
Gender- Male
Appearance-
Personality- Carson is a strong man, not only physically but mentally. He has seen horrible things committed by likewise horrible people and he hasn't broken, not yet. He tries to keep peoples spirits up, something of an eternal optimist without the eternal. A slight pessimism has infected that. As such, Carson knows when a ship is sinking and that a situation sometimes can't get better. Bad things happen to good people and he knows this, taking it to heart somewhat. He just tries to not add to it.
Tier-1
Power/Magic-
Weapon augmentation: Any object Carson can use as a weapon can be infused with a red, fiery energy that enhances the weapons effectiveness. However the nature of the augmentation causes the effected object to turn to dust once done and can only be done once every four hours.
The augmentation is different for different types of weapons.
Blunt- Causes small explosions of energy when struck against something.
Blades- Causes any cut or stab to slowly disintegrate the body, does not work against inorganic material.
Projectiles- Ammunition used turns highly destructive, ripping both cover and people apart.
Bio- Carson grew up in a bad part of a distant city, he doesn't like to talk about it much. He never did too well in school and was always focused on what he could do with his hands, be that building things or beating the other kids up. Eventually he grew up, as all kids do, and graduated from being a general bully to a thug who pushed others around. As you can already tell, this didn't end well for Carson. While beating up some guy who insulted him, he got arrested for assault. However since he was just a minor he didn't get much besides a slap on the wrist and a dissapointed talking too by the police officer who arrested him. After that something changed in Carson, instead of blowing off what the officer said like he usually did from any authority he decided to turn his life around and when he could enlisted into the army.
In the army he learned many of the values that he has today. Integrity, honor, fellowship, and much more. He finally felt like he belonged. In his service he was in many small time firefights, with several big ones that cost him friends. But this was nothing when they had to hold off an attack from a group of rebels. While him and his comrades were better equipped, there was just too many rebels and slowly, one by one, they began to fall. Carson only got out alive because one of his friends hid him underneath his dying body. After that Carson was never truly the same, the light had died in his eyes and the allure of service seemed much less appealing. He never reenlisted. Soon after his twenty second birthday Carson moved to Naveria and has been living off of saved up money in a cheap apartment.
Personal-
Integrity- Carson may be many things. A soldier, a killer, a drunkard, but he is not a lier. No matter what happens he can be counted on to keep his word and wont lie unless very specific circumstances have occurred. Take that what you will.
Dog Tags- These dog tags have two sets on them, his and his friend. John Marsh. These are very dear to him and he is seldom seen without them.
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