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*yawns and stumbles into the OOC*

After mulling it over, I came to a decision. Rhae, the RP needs to remain here. If we move it back, it would just be a bit troublesome and irritatingly redundant. Granted, this place isn't the best, but... meh. It's here, let's leave it. If things go south again, we can just wait it out. It's not really like the activity of the RP has really increased, server problems or otherwise, so it's a rather moot point to move the RP even if there are complaints. I much prefer leaving the RP in a single place (here) and not have to constantly cross-reference posts, as well, unless you're willing to copy/pasta every single thing said into the other forum.

Also, I wouldn't mind playing with two or more characters, either. I would very much hate having both of my characters miss out on whatever action that is occurring in their midst.

Ah well... these are my opinions (and probable advice).
[Kresnik]
Kresnik kept a keen eye on the woman as she spoke, noticing her subtle winces at particular words. Her surprise at his boredom was entertaining, but he found her profound dislike of the word "half-blood" interesting, as she looked as though she was about to say something about it before continuing with their conversation. When all was said and done, Kresnik took distinct note of his peripherals, noticing his glass sliding away, rising, and then sitting back where he had left it. The woman had simply glanced at his glass, and from there it moved. Were it not for his keen eyes, he wouldn't have seen the strange motion of... something. The folks here are strange. Kresnik thought, trying to distinguish the strange motion. In the end, he gave up, for not even his sight could see the source of motion. Perhaps it was his imagination, he wondered. No amount of training and battle experience can see what just isn't there, he chastised himself, hating the distraction.

"My name is of no consequence," the dhampir sighed, grabbing his glass and downing the rest of the brandy as though it were a shot, sitting the glass within the same, fluid movement. To him, it was a slow motion... however, to others around him, it would seem swift and unnatural. "I am, however, a simple Witch Hunter. For now." Kresnik added nonchalantly.
[Kresnik]
Kresnik's eyes narrowed dangerously at the Diclonius's crack, his pupils contracting and dilating as if to emphasize his annoyance. "Having golden words is my specialty," the dhampir sighed, taking another sip of his brandy. "As for me... I'm just a man passing through, collecting jobs along the way. All in all, this world bores me. You, however... you smell human, yet your scent is quite different. Who are you?" He asked, easing himself against the bar as he sat the brandy down. His eyes turned to look at the man that the young woman was treating. He smelled nearly human, yet he smelled just as similar to his elven companion. "As for that half-blood next to you, who is he?" Kresnik inquired further, his annoyance at small talk becoming something more akin to genuine curiosity.
With amazing GM approval and much discussion... my Doctor Doom-on-crack inspired character:

Name: Malefane Nihil Omnis
Race: Dearmadta (Forerunner race of the Humans)
Gender: Male
Age: ???

Height/Weight: 6'7"; 320lbs
Personality/Interests

Nihil is a self-proclaimed god. He is calm and collected, possessing a great level of apathy towards all things. His is quite slow to anger, however, and when his ire is provoked, death is inevitable. He has no qualms about killing, for he makes a living out of it, and he does has no qualms about taking dominion. Nihil follows his whims, whether it is to destroy a world, rule over the world, or simply pass through. As such, he is a nihilist through and through with no true goals aside from what catches his fancy. He does, however, seek to create a Nihilverse (the complete eradication of the Omniverse), though he has much patience and an eternity to follow that path. Nihil also possesses great confidence in his own abilities and power, but he does not delude himself with arrogance. Nihil recognizes that he is still prone to die should he blind himself, but he also does not cast away the belief that he is a god-- he seeks to cure himself of "mortality."

Despite his apathy and patience, Nihil is prone to levels of cruelty that would even make devils and demons cringe. He's notorious for his distant and cold attitude during these events, when his whimsy drives him to amuse himself. Often times, these moments are not meant for amusement, but rather a display of power, to put "blasphemers" in their place or to "smite" those who he deems as petty or villainous-- an irony that is lost to him. Guided by his own whimsical nature, he often times finds a temporary goal to keep himself occupied and remains commited. However, he does not possess the ability to empathize with others and feels no connection with "mortals", believing them to be a mistake... a mistake he will rectify to ensure they are made in his own image. With no loyalties to bind him, Nihil is willing to do everything in his power to continue his course to surpass his current level, to become the All-Father of the Omniverse. Strangely, he can mimic "mortal" emotions despite not being able to feel them.

An intellectual of the highest caliber, he enjoys tinkering with objects and reverse engineering technologies that are new to him, no matter how archaic they may be to others. Interestingly, he speaks in the plural sense in regards to himself rather than the singular. As to why is unknown, but he never catches the strange syntax of his own words; either he truly is everything or he and the AI has become one.

Appearance



Details

Body build: Athletic, slender
Hair: Waist length; brushed back with two white locks falling on either side of his face, reaching an inch past his chin
Hair color: Black with white stripes
Skin color: Alabaster, with grey-green tints
Eye/Iris color: There are no irises nor pupils, just white sclera
Notable Features: Nihil has notable black circles around his eyes and his veins around his eyes are visible and black. His eyelids, lips, and fingernails are also jet black. Nihil has pointed ears and has a surreal feminine beauty about him. Embedded into his forehead is a scarlet crystal in the shape of a diamond. Without his clothing, he is riddled with battle scars and mesh; wounds prior to the nanomachines that inhabit his body. Despite the picture, he does NOT have horns, NOR does he have wings.

Clothing Description

Head: Mask

Body: White Battle Tunic; Alternative Image (The front and back of the tunic's tabard are longer and reach towards the middle of the shins)

Arms: White Bracers

Waist: Grey Utility Belt

Legs: White pants

Feet: White Boots

Back: White Robe

Equipment

--His equipment is primarily his clothing--
Void-Mask: The mask serves two primary purposes. The first is the ability to breathe within any hostile environment, such as a place with little to no atmosphere or underwater (these being primary examples). The second purpose is for him to filter out harmful airs, such as poison or fungal spores (another set of examples).

Null-Bracers: These bracers also serve two functions; the first providing heat to his hands and forearms, consistently keeping them at a comfortable temperature. The second purpose are for hand-to-hand combat, mostly used as an aegis against swords, axes, and any other melee weapon; these bracers absorb the impact of most melee weapons (although weapons made of raw energy, like a lightsaber, are capable of cutting through). The bracers are made from a light steel, consisting of carbon and titanium, primarily. The padding beneath them are made from a special fabric used to store and distribute heat to the wearer.

His overall clothing, however, serve no other purpose than to keep him comfortable in any temperature. His clothing is designed from special fabrics that keep him at a constant 72 degrees (Fahrenheit) simply by using his body temperature as a form of constant. The clothing will regularly monitor the body temperature of the wearer and shift itself accordingly, whether the body temperature of the wearer changes (such as when there is a bacterial infection).

Utility Belt: The Utility Belt holds three holsters-- one for the Annihilator model-DE0, one for the sonic screwdriver, and one for the Voidsaber. The utility belt also has a pouch that stores food capsules. Near the back, seven Reaper Grenades are held. There are at least two other pouches that are used for miscellaneous objects; he also possesses an Obsidian Credit (an Omniversal card that holds an unlimited supply of Credits), which he had killed a Higher Power (an acknowledged Super Race that rules a portion of the Omniverse) to attain... before he destroyed the world.

Artificial Intelligence- Genesis: The AI he possesses was infused into his cerebral cortex during his moments of death as a part of a Super Soldier experiment. The AI was meant to use the corpse as a vessel and jumpstart the bodily functions, all the while destroying the Original Personality. However, Genesis revived Nihil, in which the two agreed to co-exist. The AI increased Nihil's intelligence by providing stored information. Genesis also used 25% of its capacity to keep the cybernetic implants active (which was heavily augmented by the heightened electromagnetic energy that was stored within Nihil). Though Genesis had a personality of its own, it had long since faded into nothingness during Rampancy. It is theorized that Genesis may have become one with Nihil's personality, their whimsy being a result of the psychological fusion.

Cybernetic Implants: While Nihil remained dead on the operating table for the macabre Super Soldier Project, most of his body was destroyed. The bones in his arms and legs were replaced by cybernetic substitutes, each linked to the spine wherein lay a receiver for Genesis. His skin was intact by a thread, which was enough for the nanomachines to literally rebuild the missing patches of skin and reconnect them to the bones at the cybernetic hands (coincidentally rebuilding the nerve tissue). Due to the cybernetic implants, he is heavier than his appearance portrays.

Sonic Screwdriver: A favored tool of Nihil's. It is a very versatile tool, capable of using sonic waves to vibrate an object into opening, detonating, and so on. The item has many setting and frequencies, all of which serve a unique purpose. However, it is not strong enough to cause extensive damage to organic beings, although unconsciousness from being blasted by a high frequency of sonic waves is known to happen. The sonic screwdriver does not work on wood.

Weapon(s)
Voidsaber: A black -bladed lightsaber found only in a certain universe. Nihil discovered it amongst his travels through the Omniverse. When activated, it greedily eats at the light surrounding it and its wielder; as well, its activation has a higher pitch and it seems as though it is constantly letting out a high pitched screech. Nihil, upon studying the weapon and its power source through reverse-engineering, understands the origins and make of the weapon.

Reaper Grenades x7: Specialized grenades that contain fungal spores to a bioengineered race. Those who breathe in the spores rot from the inside out, their physiology shifting to something alien, and becoming a part of a hivemind. They will appear as tall, serpentine monsters of fungal origins, with long tongues dripping with acid and an insatiable bloodlust, their skin black scales. Their skulls would elongate and their eyes will becoming milky white beads. They would also possess prehensile tails that could cut through stone. The grenades and the spores were created by Nihil, whose electronic signature harmonizes the Reapers into a hivemind, responding to the vibrations and fluctuations of his electromagnetic field.

Annihilator model DE0: Annihilator model "Dark Energy 0" is a .500 caliber, long-barreled handgun that siphons Dark Energy from the Omniverse and concentrates it into a single beam when fired, capable of dealing massive damage. It has a powerful kick, enough to break a person's entire arm from the tip of their trigger finger to their shoulder if they do not have the required strength and resiliency to use it. This gun was designed and crafted by Nihil and is the latest Annihilator model created during his vast aeons of life.

Talents and Abilities





History




After destroying his homeworld as an act of vengance, Nihil went about his days conquering planets as a space pirate, destroying them when they served him no more use. As time dragged on, he was hailed as a god. He took away those he deemed faithful and eventually changed, taking the title of God and Malefane with great pride. He toppled many civilizations, had served as both a kind and cruel leader, depending on his mood upon his visits. He had conquered universes and multiverses alike, destroying them as quickly as he had ruled them. In the end, he grew weary of the play. Nihil grew weary of existing. Malefane Nihil Omnis sought to change the Omniverse into his image, prophecising the Nihilverse, whereupon he'll create a new Omniverse in his own image, for people to know his pain and suffering. To assist in this prophecy, he began to increase his power with rigorous training and adopting meditation as a form of rest and relaxation. He experimented with his theories and began to dabble in creating life. When he succeeded, he was thus truly seen as God before all his servants and slaves.

Not a one dared to challenge him.

He eventually found himself reaching the Crossroad, where he felt with his entirety the flux of cosmic energy. The Crossroad, he reasoned, was the beginning of the end. Rather than send his legions of Reapers and Priests to conquer the planet, as he usually did, he thought it most prudent that he conquer the Crossroads with his own hands. After all, he would need to be the center of it all...

...posted and I'm now ignoring Nilly for her dirty, dirty mind o.O
[Kresnik]
Kresnik, for the most part, ignored the interaction between Missile and Bruce the Sharkman, tapping his index finger upon the bar as he rested his head upon his palm. The dhampir gazed off into nothing, only to be interrupted by Bruce yelling for Davey the alien cook. "My, for a waterbreathing meal-to-be, you certainly have a strong set of lungs," he muttered to himself. He was amused by the second-hand order for his food, but that amusement quickly faded as the elf appeared by them. "By the Dead Gods and all the thirteen circles of Hell, there's not enough curses in this tongue or any other to describe how annoying you're becoming," Kresnik snapped, glaring at the elf. Whether or not the bard heard him, Kresnik was unsure as the drunken fool fell out of his seat due to drinking something called a "Gargleblaster." What a stupid name for a stupid drink... he thought, crossing his arms as he stared at the two of them. He then quickly turned to look at the other patrons. The Hunter sighed and allowed himself to relax.

"Elf," Kresnik cooed. "Why don't you go and prepare us for our journey." As if to emphasize his point, he took a sip of his brandy. The dhampir's eyes widened in surprise, his gaze turning to his drink, and without hesitation he took a second sip. "Now this is a brandy!" Kresnik exclaimed, mostly to himself, as he looked at the drink for a moment longer. He sat the beverage down and then glanced at Missile and Locien, curious as to whether or not the girl would take the bait of his previous comment.
lol, sorry. I'll post later tonight when I get off work. I've been tied up... and I also had a relapse and I am addicted to KOTOR again '>.>
Nilly... post... :(
[Kresnik]
As Kresnik ordered his food, he quickly turned to Missile, the girl who had earlier eavesdropped upon his conversation with the demigod and the elf. "Don't get the cobbler, I insist." she told the dhampir, in which he raised a brow to her. Before he could respond with a quip of his own, Bruce interjected in an annoyed tone. "Well, at least I can see that you're not as dumb as you look," Kresnik sighed, staring into the hungry, dangerous depths of Bruce's eyes. "Even if you do look like dinner, fish." Kresnik added. However, it seemed Bruce's was swept away by the girl's obvious insult towards the cobbler. The dhampir felt the waves of anger and rage roll off the sharkman as he made his way to the human... the strange human girl who possessed something beyond human... and her half-elf? lover. I suppose that girl was just asking for trouble, he thought, amused by the irony.

"I guess I'll just sit down and watch... while I wait for my brandy," Kresnik sighed, sitting upon a barstool with his elbow upon the bar, his chin in his palm. The dhampir simply watched on, wishing to see how the young girl would manage her way out of this predicament.
[Kresnik]
The dhampir studied the elf throughout, noticing the shudderings and, soon after he had finished speaking, the subtle twinge of his right eye. However, he placed such an observation into the very darkest and deepest places of his mind. The elf had begun to speak once more, always the verbose fool. Kresnik arose with him, listening. As the elf had finished, his lips became a very deep frown. "A hero I am not," Kresnik began, his tone loathsome and his voice still that dark pitch. "And regardless, I do not need much for supplies. I have more than enough to handle those hags, ten times over if I must." As Kresnik explained himself, he followed the elf's gaze to the bar and noticed that people had, indeed, begun to flow back into the tavern and that the gory mess he had produced was being cleaned by the young girl he had saved. His eyes were no longer lit by those hellish flames and were thus replaced with a gentle glow of kindness and compassion. "If I must, I shall voyage to Hell and beyond to make sure no child suffers the darkness that plagues us all. If that means I have to confront an army bred by fear itself, then I shall... no matter how much I want to curl up and die." Kresnik sighed.

He began to walk away from the table, towards Bruce and his bar, his strides powerful and graceful, like that of a massive jungle cat. His gaze lingered upon the sharkman, his confidence visible as he squared his shoulders and raised his chin, his body relaxed despite what belied such a comfortable posture. His long white hair danced behind him as he made his way there, like flames born from the heavens, his coat following suit in its tattered state. The gentle clicking of his sword-and-sheathe beat itself gently upon his leg, joining the rhythmic pounding of his heavy boots and its clinking steel. The dhampir also focused his magic power to his throat and to his eyes. It did not take him long to make it to the bar, and when he stopped and leaned upon the bar with his elbow as support, he kept his keen, lavender eyes upon the sharkman, his eyes gazing into his. "I would like a glass of brandy," Kresnik began slowly, speaking loudly enough for everyone to hear. His melodic voice held a strange power, for it was nearly hypnotic. "And perhaps a meal. An entire chicken with a side of potatoes, mashed and buttered, and with an apple cobbler for dessert." Kresnik gave a coy, nearly innocent and friendly smile.
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