NoahFire said
Im bored...
THEN DO SOMETHING!
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THEN DO SOMETHING!
NoahFire said
Just jump in... come to do something... idk anything.
I just realized I'm acting like Crow. Sorry 'bout that. I'll post something about something, maybe blow some shiz up.
Appearance:
Name: Deus Ex Machina
Canon Information 1.7 meters, immensely old. Like, watches evolution happen levels of old. Exact age is unknown, however.
Personality: Deus Ex is manipulative and jolly. Life is a game of chess, and he's the grandmaster. He uses anyone and anything as pieces, all to his own amusement, his own life a minor factor in his pursuit of beauty. He is unpredictable in his evilness, but always full of glee, taking great joy in everything he does.
Likes: Human creativity, art, good music, dancing, extreme human emotion of any kind, chaos, the souls of the innocent.
Dislikes: Order, monotony, simplicity, anything boring or mundane.
Powers: Deus ex Machina is a spiritual being, spawned from the combined hopes and dreams of billions of humans. He can blur the edges between thought and reality, effectively creating anything that the people around him can imagine, powered by emotion and thought. Creativity, emotion and art fuel this, meaning that the more emotionally invested the people around him are in the images he creates, the more real and powerful they become. He can twist reality to his needs. For example, he could create a chair with incredible ease, simply by using the background energy of human thought, although the chair would disappear the moment Deus no longer cared about it, as nobody is emotionally invested in it. Furthermore, Deus can create Deals, which bind one's soul. These deals will almost always include your soul becoming his property, for him to constantly torture and please you, a thousand lifetimes of emotional extremes which will drive you insane. These form a constant power source for Deus, and he becomes more dangerous with every soul he takes.
Weaknesses: Deus is easily distracted from whatever he's doing, and is a fickle creature, easily persuaded to go bother someone else if you know how. Deus is weakened by anything boring or monotonous or, ironically, by lack of human life. The death of the human race would kill Deus, as he would no longer have a power source. He needs people to think of him in addition to living in order to exist. If all people were to forget about his existence, he would cease to exist. While his souls prevent this effect from killing him, he is severely weakened if nobody remembers him. This is one of the reasons he's constantly asserting his presence to the world, making a big flashy show of everything he does.
Character Bio: The human soul is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. The raw essence of life, thought, and potential energy is enormous. The power that has taken over the world, and could build machines to rearrange the stars in the sky. However, of all these powers, the greatest is undoubtedly the human imagination, which can create and destroy entire worlds with ease. This is what Bob is formed from. He was an idea, which pulled other ideas into itself. And the idea snowballed, until it became such a powerful idea, that it became a physical, thinking being. Since that day, Deus hasn't changed a bit, laughing and loving and hating and joking. Mages have feared his interference from the moment of the inception of magic, and he is undoubtedly one of the most hated demons in the magical community for his constant involvement in the affairs of humans.
Name: Deus Ex Machina
Canon Information 1.7 meters, immensely old. Like, watches evolution happen levels of old. Exact age is unknown, however.
Personality: Deus Ex is manipulative and jolly. Life is a game of chess, and he's the grandmaster. He uses anyone and anything as pieces, all to his own amusement, his own life a minor factor in his pursuit of beauty. He is unpredictable in his evilness, but always full of glee, taking great joy in everything he does.
Likes: Human creativity, art, good music, dancing, extreme human emotion of any kind, chaos, the souls of the innocent.
Dislikes: Order, monotony, simplicity, anything boring or mundane.
Powers: Deus ex Machina is a spiritual being, spawned from the combined hopes and dreams of billions of humans. He can blur the edges between thought and reality, effectively creating anything that the people around him can imagine, powered by emotion and thought. Creativity, emotion and art fuel this, meaning that the more emotionally invested the people around him are in the images he creates, the more real and powerful they become. He can twist reality to his needs. For example, he could create a chair with incredible ease, simply by using the background energy of human thought, although the chair would disappear the moment Deus no longer cared about it, as nobody is emotionally invested in it. Furthermore, Deus can create Deals, which bind one's soul. These deals will almost always include your soul becoming his property, for him to constantly torture and please you, a thousand lifetimes of emotional extremes which will drive you insane. These form a constant power source for Deus, and he becomes more dangerous with every soul he takes.
Weaknesses: Deus is easily distracted from whatever he's doing, and is a fickle creature, easily persuaded to go bother someone else if you know how. Deus is weakened by anything boring or monotonous or, ironically, by lack of human life. The death of the human race would kill Deus, as he would no longer have a power source. He needs people to think of him in addition to living in order to exist. If all people were to forget about his existence, he would cease to exist. While his souls prevent this effect from killing him, he is severely weakened if nobody remembers him. This is one of the reasons he's constantly asserting his presence to the world, making a big flashy show of everything he does.
Character Bio: The human soul is one of the most powerful forces in the universe. The raw essence of life, thought, and potential energy is enormous. The power that has taken over the world, and could build machines to rearrange the stars in the sky. However, of all these powers, the greatest is undoubtedly the human imagination, which can create and destroy entire worlds with ease. This is what Bob is formed from. He was an idea, which pulled other ideas into itself. And the idea snowballed, until it became such a powerful idea, that it became a physical, thinking being. Since that day, Deus hasn't changed a bit, laughing and loving and hating and joking. Mages have feared his interference from the moment of the inception of magic, and he is undoubtedly one of the most hated demons in the magical community for his constant involvement in the affairs of humans.
There isn't much to do. But maybe I will.....
*Spastic attack*
Jaquel stood up, before looking around. There's a moment of silence, before he he stands up fully. "There's news from Kami. Our goal is no longer Abbadon. We've been tasked with freeing Wiper from captivity." Shocking as this news was, nobody was really paying attention to it. In fact, although all eyes were, in fact, on Jaquel, no attention was payed to his reveal. Because Jaquel wasn't wearing his usual hood, and his mask had fallen away. And on the back of his head, fading in and out of sight, was a massive black spider, it's feet hooked into the sides of Jaquel's skull. The spider's teeth were at the base of his neck, the back of it's large, bulging body, sticking through the back of Jaquel's head into his brain. Undoubtedly, this answered how Kami created her Death Priests, and what fate awaited any who would cross her.
Kami smiled, as the massive spider moved across from it's perch, onto her hand. It was of an older breed. It wouldn't be able to reach her through the barrier of space and time, which posed quite a problem, should she move her army through. Had she sent the lesser spiders, together with her army of Death Priests, no doubt they would have erupted into confused mutiny within a day. And she had no wish to personally accompany the invasion. Front lines were such a dangerous place. The spider slowly moved back to the thrumming hive, their webs extending throughout the city. Soon, their web would extend around the world. Her Web would be inescapable. For the world simply consisted of flies, bigger and smaller, unknowing of the Spider, drawing closer with every second that passes.
Kami smiles, and swirles wine in her left hand, the baby spider clinging to it's edge. It was of a new breed. Soon enough, it would be ready. A breed that could breech the time-space barrier with it's beautiful song, that she might sing in return. And once Hope was burned to the ground, a new faction would emerge, driving back the horrible bad people that had burned Hope down. And she would enter their world as a hero, who had saved them from disaster. Her spiders would spread, as she became a greater and greater sensation. In the end, of course, she'd sink back into the shadows, the governments retaining all their puppet rights and powers. And she would own another world. And then, once she found the source of these portals, she would spread. From world to world, he spiders would go, and she would create an empire the likes of which had never been dreamed of. To grow so rich, she could buy planets. Power beyond mortal comprehension. That, Kami decided, would be her goal.
Kami smiled, as the massive spider moved across from it's perch, onto her hand. It was of an older breed. It wouldn't be able to reach her through the barrier of space and time, which posed quite a problem, should she move her army through. Had she sent the lesser spiders, together with her army of Death Priests, no doubt they would have erupted into confused mutiny within a day. And she had no wish to personally accompany the invasion. Front lines were such a dangerous place. The spider slowly moved back to the thrumming hive, their webs extending throughout the city. Soon, their web would extend around the world. Her Web would be inescapable. For the world simply consisted of flies, bigger and smaller, unknowing of the Spider, drawing closer with every second that passes.
Kami smiles, and swirles wine in her left hand, the baby spider clinging to it's edge. It was of a new breed. Soon enough, it would be ready. A breed that could breech the time-space barrier with it's beautiful song, that she might sing in return. And once Hope was burned to the ground, a new faction would emerge, driving back the horrible bad people that had burned Hope down. And she would enter their world as a hero, who had saved them from disaster. Her spiders would spread, as she became a greater and greater sensation. In the end, of course, she'd sink back into the shadows, the governments retaining all their puppet rights and powers. And she would own another world. And then, once she found the source of these portals, she would spread. From world to world, he spiders would go, and she would create an empire the likes of which had never been dreamed of. To grow so rich, she could buy planets. Power beyond mortal comprehension. That, Kami decided, would be her goal.
Death said
Yes, Yes it is.
Shikaru said
Yay for confusing posts to post off of .__.
Confusing how? Confusing why? Confusing where and when? In fact, are you entirely sure you were confused in the first place?
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