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Rilla be DavidSPumpkins? At last, we learn your alternate account, ye pirate!

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this has absolutely fucked my eyes and i demand compensation. (the title,that is)

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

I really don't understand this logic. You're quoting supernatural powers like running across thin air, ignoring bullets, punching through ridiculous layers of steel, using nothing to fight something, tank incredible hits and move superfast..

..but you're going to call a supernatural ability bullshit? What? You can claim it's metagame but Gonad himself doesn't gain any actual knowledge. He doesn't know what your character can do, he doesn't gain any insight. He has a supernatural ability that allows him to increase in might to match the peak performance of the opponent, forcing them to use their peak. Leveling the field to a battle of actual skill and not "My powers are infinity and yours are punching things therefore you instantly lose". That is as much metagame as "You use fire magic so I use water magic, we're even!".

ATHLETIC AESTHETICS (Doc Vs. Negatomsk)

I know how helmets work, which was why, once again, I specifically stated that mine was designed to resist impacts, and not just shock. Run a car into a stop sign you will flatten it. Run a car into a bollard specifically designed to stop vehicles and you will total your ride and possibly kill yourself.

Lobo's helmet is specially modified to resist impacts, by way of treating it in an energy designed to absorb and dull them.

@Negatomsk

See there's a difference between your example of a bollard and a helmet, being that a bollard isn't flexible and doesn't bend to pressure applied against it. The force here isn't just being applied to your skull, it's also being applied to your neck. Your head, upon impact, will have the momentum of the headbutt carry through and like Newton's Cradle,

You're going to find your head lashing back. Now, this helmet may be designed to absorb impact force, but that doesn't mean he halts all force being directed against him. Lobo's helmet is not Captain America's shield, it's not going to stop everything dead on impact.

Therefore the shock isn't from cranium meeting mask. It's from the brain being wracked about inside its skull as the head whips back. This is, by all accounts, a clean knockout when you consider that Gonad's might coupled with the power amp granted by the Beardforce evaluating the overall strength of its foe results in a lot more than just a simple sneeze-butt. (hah, sneeze-butt.)

Also, as for Gonad's perception, that's different. Gonad must perceive someone to be a threat in order for the Beardforce to evaluate them. The Beardforce does the rest in terms of power-scaling.

DDD (Daku's Dumb Dlist) [QUESTIONS WELCOME]

With this final post as a reserve JUST in case...

I now welcome any and all questions directed to Apoch. If you want to know more about him please ask, and I'll answer as Apoch. If I think the information Apoch says is important enough, I'll add it to the History tab. Aside from that, I'm going to be continuing to revamp and add to the other tabs, as it was all kind of hurriedly beaten out in anticipation of doing this part.

So, with no further adieu, post any questions you may have!

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IC Q&A: Help me write!

Preface, this is still being worked on. I wanna finish his story section before I revisit the other sections.

Apoch

BASICS----
Name: Apoch
Epithet: Vile, The Titan Lord, The Void's Emissary, One With Nothing
Height: 5'10 (Eliv) - 7'9 (Apoch) - 10' (Vile)
Weight: 160lbs (Eliv) - 20lbs (Apoch) - 1t (Vile)
Race: Deity

Forms

Eliv Korsokov

Eliv is his "mortal" guise, that which outwardly has no defining traits of a God, but instead of a magically gifted noble. His speech is haughty and elegant, with a light jaw and fair skin. Often found dressed in fine cream-colored silks, he carries a cane that is often tucked under his arm. His hair is resplendently golden and wavy, with not even a stubble upon his chin. The color of his eyes are unknown, as they eternally shine a bright white, the visual representation of the arcane potential bound within him. The closest to what he used to be that he's capable of remembering, Eliv is no beefcake. He's no physically mightier than the average man, Eliv's strengths are in his magic, where the arcane answers his whims as if he's intimately attuned to it. There is a hum of power about him that is easily mistaken as the ever-present magic he commands, though in truth is the aftereffects of stifling his aura to suppress his divinity.

Eliv's cane is of a rune metal, an extremely durable, valuable and precious mineral that has little function as a cane other than catching blows. Set within the head of the cane is a very finely polished diamond that refracts light beautifully, each surface a window in to the heart of the jewel which holds an ever-changing prismatic light which, when utilized, lashes out in a glorious display to blind the unprepared. It's also heavy so it bops good too.

A unique medallion hangs from around Eliv's neck, what looks like a timepiece with a single "hand" on it that points to archaic glyphs etched in the face of the medallion. This "hand" can be turned manually or via magic, and after a full rotation it unleashes its enchantment to replace the vessel of Eliv with the vessel of Vile.

Apoch

Apoch is the physical manifestation of the pure, unbridled energy that is the god of the Void. The fabric and metals that make up his outfit are foreign, and incomparable to any known substance as they are materials wrest from the clutches of the Void, relics of universes lost. Apoch's aura is insurmountable, and if auras were a visible, measurable thing, to compare it to the UY Scuti star at its peak going supernova would be an understatement. There is no feasible way to put a title to that which comes from Nothing, though all who witness it are welcome to try. Beneath the robes there is believed to be Nothing, as either the armor he wears, or he himself, is weightless. Yet still from beneath the helm, piercing the all-encompassing darkness that dwells within the confines of this entity comes the brilliant shine of light, assumedly the entity's attempt at giving some semblance of relatability for others. This light directs its shine, dims, grows and vanishes as if it came from one's eyes.

The energy that Apoch draws forth can be from either side of the coin of divinity. He is of course perfectly capable of pulling essence from the Void, the basis for All that lurks beneath every realm and every subrealm, the shell that encompasses all. From this he can Unmake and Divide things, erasing and undoing what he deems unsuitable. Similarly he can reach in to the realm of Creation, drawing from its blessed Divine essence to mold it and give birth to new life, to new matter and gift it new properties. Apoch can Make and Unmake, Create and Erase just as easily as he can weave the arcane threads that permeate reality and expertly work it in to spells.

He is responsible with his Divine powers, as within the entity's mind is brilliance, the thoughts and souls of everything that has ceased to be melding with him and granting him knowledge beyond knowledge. He understands the universal law of "equivalent exchange", and that for every unmaking there must be a new birthing, and while capable of casting it aside, he respects it. Divinity has not stripped Apoch of his values and his beliefs, and so while not actively doing his self-imposed duty, he does not touch the realms of Creation and Erasure. This does not mean he will not access the Void for transportation.

Vile

Vile is a colossal monstrosity of a nightmare, a void-born terror shrouded in incredibly durable armor riddled with a foreign deity's insignia. He's a towering 10 feet tall and weighing in at a heavy metric ton. The divine gaze is warped a bright violet which shines from the eyesockets of the crowned helmet the Titan wears, and a cape of accomplishment flows from his back. What the obsidian people of the volcanoes declares a "TokHaar-Kal-Mej-Ket" (Rough translation; Sacred-Rock of the victorious Mage-Warrior) is a cape of magic obsidian creating an ever-flowing river of sacred lava carefully contained within the magical obsidian, so that it never leaks and always refreshes itself.

While in the form of Vile, almost all of the entity's active magical energy is channeled in to reinforcing the might of the vessel, giving it crushing strength and durability. Vile is a brick shithouse, a behemoth and a beastial warrior. There is little thought shown in his actions, his movement feral and relentless. Restraint is something that is lacking in this form, and so the overwhelming might that the Titan carries in his frame will often leave victims broken and dead, even unintentionally. Vile's gauntlets end in short claws like that of a tiger's, functional both inside combat and out, as it allows him to rend through foes with his not-so-bare hands while also letting him pick up things, like if he dropped his car keys. Ever tried to pick up keys while wearing plated gauntlets? It sucks.

Weaponry

Being a deity, Apoch has very little need for actual physical weaponry, instead opting for his incredible control over the arcane. However, there is one weapon he retains for power amplification, and another for sentimentality.

The Artifact

During his time in his crystalline prison, Apoch (at the time Vile) had sought for more ways to increase his power, to hasten his evolution and his day of reckoning. When he was only just starting to naturally produce divine energy, he harnessed that energy and began weaving a weapon composed of his own essence. It took him plenty of time, however the end result was an Artifact of incredible might that grants any wielder temporary demi-god status. They can draw upon its energy to increase their physical or magical prowess, heighten their senses and use it as a catalyst for their own spellweaving. While in Vile's hands it acts as an amplifier for his power, increasing his might by 1.5x. The Artifact is capable of melting in to the sacred lava of the TokHaar-Kal-Mej-Ket and becoming a passive boost to his strength.

The Dragon Fusion Hammer

Shut up, that's a maul, not a halberd. Shut up. SHUT UP. IT'S A MAUL.
A relic of significant importance, this weapon is the only artifact capable of withstanding the intense heat and stress it must be exposed to in order to fashion orichalum, or dragonmetal, in to new shapes. Being composed of advanced orichalum itself, it is an intrinsically magical object containing the soul of its original wielder, the God-General of the Worshippers, the Kronesian. It was originally a trophy claim by the mighty Gonad Yaksplitter, who knew the value of the tool and offered it to Vile with a request for a set of gauntlets that suited himself crafted of the same metal. Being one of the few mortals that the entity respects, Vile gratefully accepted the trade and took the Fusion Hammer from Gonad, it quickly becoming a symbol of the Titan's dominance in combat.

Powers/Abilities

Apoch is the God of the Void, brought about from his ever-growing divine might corrupted by the hunger of the Void during his experiments with magic. As such he is effortlessly able to shear open rifts to the Void, both in combat and out. In combat he can open rifts to quickly reposition himself or displace his opponent, and while facing a creature incapable of Voidwalking he can bait them in to one of the rifts and close it, locking them within what is essentially Limbo that kills. Outside of combat he can use the Void to immediately travel to whatever destination he wishes, as well as moving forwards or backwards in time.

He is a masterful spellcaster, as his entire self is a pure manifestation of divine energy, leaving him with an intimate understanding of magic that escapes others. Harnessing the arcane, to Apoch, is as easy immediate and unconscious as moving is to humans. The only limitation Apoch has on his spellcasting is what he is capable of imagining, what he believes should be.

While in the form of Vile, the Titan's strength increases to such a degree that he can not only hold his own but actually overpower the incredible might of Gonad Yaksplitter. His access to magic is incredibly restricted due to the majority of it being harnessed in increasing his mass and his might, however the entity's ability to access the Void is unrestricted.

Across both forms of Apoch and Vile, the entity's aura is warped by the Void, manifesting in a null-field. All but the absolute strongest of magics (or magic cast by other Voidwalkers) will fizzle out and disperse in to nothingness upon nearing 10ft of the currently manifested entity. He is a manifestation of the Void, a relic of its hunger, and through him the Void seeps out to a very limited degree. It hungers and it consumes, and the Null-Field of his aura renders most magics defunct due to this. Eliv is exempt from this null-field production due to the conscious stifling and restricting of it, in order to make him blend in to mortality better.

Personality

Before his release from his crystalline prison, Vile was an ever-shifting mind composed of millions of others, primarily made up of the Council of the Nine. The Council of the Nine eternally discussed and dictated the actions of the Vessel known as Vile, with Apoch being the head of it all. For Vile was a power-leech, he absorbed the souls of those that fell by his hand and welcomed them in to the prison with him, subjugating them to his will and accessing their entire being. The Council of the Nine were a feared concept, due to their immediate decisions, as the transfer of information between the Nine was more than immediate thanks to their sharing of the same 'mindspace' within the crystal.

Now that he has freed himself from that prison, the Council has ceased to be, as have all of the billions of souls trapped within the crystal. Their knowledge and power has been absorbed in to the essence of the entity and retained, while the minds and souls have been erased. This has left Apoch with all of the advantages and none of the drawbacks of a think-tank, as disagreements are nonexistant. He is an understanding and wise creature, philosophical even as he is now, and retains a sense of morality. He is a merciful creature, however his is a cruel mercy, one that spares his victims of death yet leaves them a judgemental suffering, something he deems suitable for what he determines to be 'sins'.

Apoch knows godhood to be a mistake. Both for himself and as a concept, even while he was hungering and growing ever stronger, rising from mortality to divinity, he believed it was an error, a fluke in creation and now that he has achieved it he knows it to be true. His self-imposed mission is to fix it. He has carefully guided his own transcendence to place him in a position where he may seek out and wring the essence of 'Godhood' from all who falsely claim it, that being all who do. He is restless and devout to this cause, tireless in his search for more of these 'Gods' amongst men. Apoch has extended his influence in a web of Guardians, carefully chosen mortals or demi-gods who support his cause. They too seek the cosmos and aid in the hunt.

IC Q&A: Help me write!

Thank you, @Celaira, that really helped get some things flowing! I'm always going to welcome more questions, any from anybody.

IC Q&A: Help me write!

So, I guess some questions to get you started:
What is the world he comes from like?
Where did Apoch grow up? A village? A city?
What was his family like? Was he close to his parents? Siblings?
When did he end up on his own? How did it happen?
What does he spend his time doing? Why? Occupation?
Lovers? Notable relationships?
Notable accomplishments? Failures?

@Celaira

"Ahh.. I suppose a detailing of my world is in order. It would make more sense to recount from the beginning rather than the end. We had no name, no title for the planet we lived on, for we believed there were no others. I remember the history book. Having to study it, to memorize it like all my friends had to, so our generation would understand the mistakes that weren't to be repeated. Home was a vicious primitive planet. My ancestors, they knew little and cared of even less. I wouldn't even call their territorial fights wars, the documented events were so pitiful. Yet the Home I knew was almost a utopia. A drastic change had occurred when a Visitor arrived.

I can.. recall it. I was not, when it had come, for I had yet to be. That doesn't seem to matter anymore. It did not arrive on a ship, or in a meteorite as fiction loves to preach, but instead it just arrived. Zah-ross. The entity declared itself to be Zaros. We never learned why it had come to us, nor did we care. It was compelling. In its presence we felt a shift in our very selves, pulling towards Zaros like a gravitational field. We wanted to serve, and worship. Our primitive minds could not understand why, but we knew we were in the presence of divinity, a divinity I have not seen in others. Zaros was disgusted with Home. The disorder and strife that ran rampant ate away at our potential like a disease, and he fixed it. He guided us as a parent guides its children, he drew out our potential. He taught us magic. He taught us how to shape and birth new from old, to raise the very earth above our heads in towering pillars. Then he taught us humility. He taught us to never overdo our magic. For each Miracle we brought about, we had to perform manual labor to offset it. Many of those stone pillars became crude shrines in His image, and the more we worked, the faster we learned. We adapted. What was once a world of mindless murder became a utopia of peace."

Apoch's left fist clenched very faintly in memory, the entity struggling to contain emotions long since packed away. "I hated it. It was the most boring, mind-numbing experience. I had never known anything past what was stuffed down my throat yet I knew it wasn't all there was. My generation was one that had not personally met Zaros, we lacked the proper awe of the divine and so we had potential. Potential to be so much more. I recalled the tellings of the past, the brief descriptions of crime only written down for recording purposes. This was it. My work started small.. Petty thievery at sundown. Our utopia, it had forgotten what crime was. There was no desire for it in the hearts of the Elders. Stalls of goods were left unguarded, and a young one like myself who had far more energy, nobody batted an eye at a restless Young leaving to wander. Trust was given without thought. The Young leaves at sundown and returns at Xor'tul.. Midnight with a loaf of bread, he must have been given it. Of course the Elders were no fools. They noticed the dwindling produce in the markets.

One decided to camp out to see if a wild animal was finding itself a quick meal. That is all I can assume.. or perhaps they had suspected a Young who had not learned yet. I was as ignorant as any when it came to proper crime, for in a world with none, there was nothing to learn from. I was caught easily. I can still remember the paralyzing fear I felt upon the clamping of a hand upon my arm. I remember the welling of magic in my gut, the hoarse shout I let loose as I unleashed a Miracle. A Miracle that saw my captor hurtling back, already dead. His neck broken, his mind sundered and his flesh blackened. The Miracle was not directed, I did not know I could. I was Young and ignorant, and the Miracle was instinctive, but it did the job. It killed.. I had murdered one of my own. I had done what no Elder believed possible anymore, as the desire for it was stripped from them long ago."

As he continued to speak, a welling of energy sourced within his clenched fist. From it a brilliant purple light shone. "I was a fool to think I had gotten away with it. In a world full of Miracle-weavers, what was I to expect? That they would not feel the shaping of a Miracle at sundown? I hadn't even tried to run, I did not expect them to close in so fast. They came quickly. The Eldest of our people, the last of those who had directly met Zaros. The most devout, with a sudden flame of anger in their heart they had not felt in decades. Their Judgement was immediate, they deemed me unworthy of my life. Murder was against the teachings of Zaros, and so they could not end me.. They could trap me. I was brought to my knees and locked within stasis, thrown at the feet of the Shrine in our Great Temple. I was told to beg for forgiveness, and I did not. My punishment was immediate. With the combined workings of the Eldest they sang my essence from a mortal coil and thrust it within the only thing capable of holding life.."



This is what he produced from his clenched hand, the crystal still crackling with energy. "A fragment of Him. Left behind likely unknowingly to Zaros, as I have found many in my travels. He sheds them like an animal its fur, and the one on our planet had been revered as a gift. They did not know what it could do, and neither did I. My entire self became this crystal. A reminder to the other Young who were indoctrinated more thoroughly after my taste of life. A show of proof to the Elders that this way was the best way. Yet with myself in this crystal, it was no longer fit for worship, and so it was taken to a museum. A museum that soon found itself dedicated to teaching why one should not become like Apoch.

I was still aware. I was overloaded with new sensations.. It all came at once. The thoughts of others, the feeling of the energy of our Miracles saturating the air, and while I could not move I could relocate my Self. It was as if, while bound without, I was freed within. Yet my ignorant self did not realize how to harness this and so I remained for decades. I felt each and every thought thrown my way, by all who came. I knew there was no-one to mourn what had become of me, for we did not have Families as you say it. We were all one people, and our civilization was built around that. We had no Mother or Father, as all Elders were our 'parents'. What would best be described as 'home' was the city where all the Young were raised, with a building for sleeping, a building for eating, a building for learning and a building for playing. The Elders despised me, the Young feared me, and I was forced to listen to every thought that passed through their head. Dissapointment. Foul. Evil. Vile. These titles and more were what I was given.

I believe I was driven insane. Or perhaps the fury that grew within me finally acted out on its own. Even now I cannot say what had gifted me the ability, but I began harnessing the energy for Miracles that was flowing through the air and I lashed out. The Museum was the first building to go, and all within it were killed. Their lives snuffed like a candle. They had put the first criminal in decades within a fragment of Zaros thinking it would restructure my Self and produce a proper Young, they could not have known the power it would grant me. They could not have known, so I taught them. I spread my metaphysical arms and drew in the waning souls of the departed, and Learned. All knowledge they had, I gained. It was my first introduction to what I now know as leeching, and soon my thoughts were overwhelmed with the terrified babblings of those I had drawn in and trapped with me. Yet in my insanity I was able to guide their own thoughts.

Freedom. It was what we all desired. So from their broken bodies I drew their flesh and bone. Primitive desire guided a Miracle and shaped my very first Vessel. A crude, unstable body of flesh to house Us as We rampaged. Across Home, murdering and leeching and getting stronger, yet also getting more incoherent. Too many voices, too many thoughts. I was just a Young who could not understand. Within two moons the world was dead for we were restless and violent. The Eldest could not stand up to Us and we tore them apart. Every time a part of Our vessel fell, we fashioned a new replacement, able to make it more stable than the last with the ever-growing knowledge and power. We sat alone, yet surrounded by each other, after the death of Home. Life extinguished and the Utopia in ruins. We would not have moved for a very long time if not for a yearning that birthed within Us. A desire to leave, to follow a path that we could not understand. I know now that the yearning was the crystal we were trapped within, hungering to return to Zaros. So We directed our might and tore our first hole in reality, thoughtlessly stepping through. Strong as we were, our might was drained horrifically by that travel, and we arrived on our first foreign planet drained and, effectively, back to square one."

What could best be believed as a sigh hummed from within the entity's helmet, and the brilliant glow that shone within dimmed and eventually faded. The crystal he had delicately caught between his fingers vanished and his arms lowered to his sides, as the memory of the unequivocal anger faded. When he spoke again it was with a far more confident tone, his voice thrumming in the air, "I spend my time searching for others with divinity within. I seek to end this blight called Godhood, and rend it from Creation. The pain and suffering it brings to all is unforgivable. Even to those who possess this Blight are prone to unimaginable suffering as all around then wither while they continue on. Nothing the Divine do will bring joy, and so Divinity must be squandered and all it has done, unmade. My occupation is searching for Home, where I may undo my own mistakes. Where I may restart the life of the Xrithen, free from outside influence, and let them shape themselves. Spare them from another birth of a Blight.

My most notable relationship is a friendship. Gonad Yaksplitter, I would call him my brother had I blood to share with him. He was the first I had fallen to in battle when I was still comparably mortal, and even now he considers me his greatest rival. Certainly I would not have reshaped myself and Learned the way I did if not for him."

Then the question of accomplishments, and had he a mouth he would have frowned. "Were I still mortal I would boast of my conquests across the worlds, of my triumph over demi-gods and my climb to Blighthood. Of my brilliant dominance over great Kingdoms and teachings to its people for them to speak up for what they want instead of suffering under heel, and of my everlasting mark on worlds. However I know that none of that will remain when I am done my work, and even when I accomplish the sundering of Blighthood from all of Creation I cannot boast of that, for I will unmake myself and leave behind no trace of my work. So.. I have no accomplishments.

My greatest failure is the only one I deem a failure, for even if I succeed in all my goals I will never be able to Undo what I have done. I have driven my people to extinction and I have left a world decrepit and dead, thrown aside like the many I visited in my Young times. I must find Home and repair the travesty I wrought, I have to locate it.. But I can't. I feel remorse for my actions, for the endless souls I reaped on that day. I also feel guilt for finding it funny.. My name is Apoch, and I was their apocalypse."

Defeat the Godmodder!

Last seen 1yr ago. Wow. What a cheap way to win. Fuckin' godmodder...