thewizardguy

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Looks to me like we have a bit of an overabundance in the Gods department, but not many actual characters....

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@KoL
Might not be my place to speak, but I'll throw in my 2 cents anyway.

It appears to me as if the factory was evacuated by lmpkio's guys for good reason. They were in a situation they could not win, threatened by two beings that could not be defeated by any means available to them. As such their options were either to evacuate or to die for no real reason.

While I'm not arguing that they should not be punished for contradicting orders, I am arguing that lenience should be given due to the particular circumstances.

Assuming that whatever 'Harley' leaked to Eos about their research doesn't get Eos to murder them all anyway.

Regarding Lilian, she evacuated an exploding facility in order to not die. Now she's looking over the battlefield to see whether she's needed, and where she might be needed. It seems to me that Lilian has not yet contradicted Eos' orders.

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@TheWindel
The 'edits' I was informed to make were simply to add a little more to the personality section, which I did. I was informed that the Stone might not work, but it might work in a plot-relevant way as long as it's not used frequently, and that you'd get back to me on that. So I've left it momentarily unchanged, while waiting for you guys to reach a conclusion on that one.

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@TheWindel
I was under the impression that I had been approved? But if not, I can remove him...

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Khaine

Name: Khaine
Title: Doom of a Thousand Worlds, Dread Blade of Conquest
Age: Believed to be around 500.000 years old, but can't remember.
Gender: 'male'
Allegiance: Mostly Neutral
Race: Demon
Height: 3.2 m
Weight: 850 kg
Personality:
Khaine's nature is a bit of a contradiction. He embodies war, and therefore is inherently warlike. Prideful and competitive he relishes any chance to show off his combat prowess, and thoroughly enjoys battle. Often he is harsh and brutal, capable of killing hundreds without batting an eye. In all things he is honourable, and fear is a foreign concept to him. These traits were instilled into him to make him a perfect killing machine. Despite this he has gained an affinity for peace, that thing which is his very opposite. Like a flame longing to swim he can never truly live in peace, but he has adopted what traits of peacefulness he can. He enjoys meditation and long silences, which plays into his generally silent nature. Actions speak far louder than words, after all. He attempts to be merciful when he can, and hates when he is unable to save an innocent life. While he is usually calm and strategic about everything he does, he becomes reckless when the lives of the innocent are threatened, and often leaps into the line of fire to save these lives.
History:
Within the depths of the World Forge, the Dread Knights were forged from war itself. Hatred and pride, bloodlust and determination, and the thrill of battle. These warriors would lead the Legions of the Forge, armies of demonic creatures that would invade and destroy the mortal realm. Khaine was placed in charge of the Fifth Legion, and he lead his army to war. Armies streamed forth from fissures in reality and overwhelmed entire worlds, before the planet itself was pulled into Hell to be molten down for more weapons within the World Forge. Hundreds such worlds fell to the Legions, overrun by an unstoppable horde of demonic monsters. For over a hundred thousand years Khaine lead the Fifth Legion to victory, each death merely bringing him back stronger, and more terrible.

Exactly what changed, nobody knows. Even Khaine cannot recall an epiphany, some singular moment of clarity that heralded his change. But after so long serving as an agent of war, he began to feel empty inside. The destruction of worlds held little thrill for him, and overwhelming the opponent became lackluster. Over the years he became slowly more careless, challenging enemies to single combat in order to recapture that lost sensation. He duelled angels, overwhelmed alien minds, and tore apart great war machines. But no matter how he fought he could not escape this strange sensation that festered within his essence. One day he abandoned his army to walk the surface of an unravaged world alone, a visitor. After so many years of war he longed to learn the meaning of peace, and although it took him many years he found his answers.

Yet he could not abandon the sword. Wherever he went, destruction seemed to follow. Enraged at his betrayal, Khaine's former brothers in arms now sought to destroy him. To break him down, and return him to what he was. To forge a new warrior from the remains of his essence. Even when he managed to escape his pursuers, Khaine knew he could never truly know Peace. War was his nature, his essence, it was what he had been created for. Without war, without battle, he could no more exist than a flame without fuel. But if war was indeed his nature, then he would make it a war worth fighting. He would be War, but a War for Peace. And he would continue to fight until the day war had finally come to an end, and he could fade away in peace.

Now the Dread Knight Khaine is seen on the battlefield, enemy of all, ally to none. He can be found on the battlefields of Earth and the plains of Heaven and the depths of Hell. Everywhere where innocents suffer from war, he fights to save them. And anywhere where one would disrupt peace, he emerges to right their path. With sword in hand he seeks to destroy all who would seek war, in order to finally end this pointless torment.

Powers:
[Lord of War]
As a being born from war itself, and taught in it for over a hundred mortal lifetimes, Khaine has an affinity for war and battle. He not only possesses inhuman skill in hand-to-hand combat with a vast variety of weaponry, but also possesses a great understanding of battle strategy and tactics. He is capable of reading an opponent's moves just as he is capable of reading the movements of armies. And he is trained to wield practically any weapon imaginable. This knowledge and skill makes him a formidable opponent, whether on the field of battle or in the war room.

[Dread Knight]
Created to serve as both a leader and a warrior, the Dread Knights were granted bodies constructed from demonic steel and twisted flesh, imbued with dark and powerful energies. The very energy of war flows through them, and makes them strong. Not only are they immensely durable, but they also possess superhuman resilience, strength and speed. As with most demons they do not require sustenance or oxygen, as long as they are able to feed on their energy source. In this case, Battle and Destruction. Physically, Khaine is capable of ripping apart armoured steel with his bare hands and his body is sturdier than most tanks. The lack of vital organs other than his heart allow him to easily survive wounds that would be fatal to a mortal creature, so long as his heart remains intact. The 'blood' flowing through his body is in fact molten metal, which slowly repairs wounds and damages foolish attackers. Lastly his reflexes and speed have been augmented to far beyond those of a mortal human, allowing him to move as an armoured blur.

[Champion of the Forge]
As a demon of War created in the World Forge, Baal has an intrinsic connection to that place. He is capable of drawing on it's vast weapon arsenals, causing weapons to spontaneously materialise. These weapons, forged from Demon Steel, are dangerous tools of war. He can create a large number of them and manipulate them in a number of ways, forming a wall of blades to block projectiles or launching blades with a flick of his wrist. As long as he is capable of moving his arms he can continue to summon forth more weapons and constructs, opening small portals to the World Forge.

Weapons: As explained above, Khaine has access to a virtually unlimited stockpile of weaponry.

Equipment:
[Stone of the Wanderer]
And artifact initially used to open the portals through which the demonic legions would invade a world, Khaine uses this magic item to move between worlds and dimensions. He is able to travel in and out of the nexus at will, if given a moment to concentrate on the item. This item can take him to most mortal worlds, as well as the outer areas of Heaven, although the inner areas are well protected by divine magic and even the humans have erected wards to shield their most important locations. Despite this, the stone gives Khaine great mobility, allowing him to move from place to place with ease.

Other:

Antaeus

Antaeus

Title: Living Mountain, Earthbound Immortal, Son of Graea

Age: This 'consciousness' has existed for a day or two, no more than a month.

Gender: Appears male.

Allegiance: Heaven.

Race: Minor Deity/Nature Spirit

Height: 40m in his natural form, usually appears as 2m

Weight: 50.000 metric tonnes, usually (see Living Mountain power)

Personality:
Absolute power brings with it absolute order. All living beings, regardless of their own desires, must bow to this order. But such power can only be wielded by those worthy of it. Deva's right to rule lies in her power, and her grace in using it. Antaeus will show heretics and devilspawn alike the meaning of raw, undiluted power. And by doing so, he will show them the error of their ways. In the end, how could they do anything other than bow to the divine authority of Heaven?

History:
Naiads, nymphs and dryads have always been spirits of nature. But as the war progresses, nature too grows warlike. The Earth itself trembles at the clash of titans, and the Earth is done with their shit. Antaeus was brought into beings in order to represent the living earth, a supercharged nature spirit enhanced by nature's collective will to fuck shit up. To this end he joins Deva, an obvious choice as a semi-divine entity.

Powers:
[Living Mountain]
That title is more literal than some would give it credit for. Antaeus is a giant stone man, with immense height and weight. In his natural form he's a titan, and the fact that he's made of solid stone makes him even heavier than one would expect. But such a huge form would make him rather unwieldy, and as such he possesses the power to alter the traits of his body. He can increase his own density in order to become smaller, and he can decrease his gravity so he doesn't sink through the ground. Other traits, such as his smoothness, conductivity and magnetism can also be altered, as can his shape. Hypothetically he could also increase his size, but he's no good at that. Why would he go beyond his already immense true form? His strength is also that of a titan, remaining the same in both of his forms. As his 'mass' is the same even when his 'weight' is reduced, and with his strength remaining the same, his smaller form's punches pack the same raw power, capable of blowing away all but the toughest enemies. Unfortunately, sheer inertia makes him rather slow in both forms, and his blows are relatively easy to avoid.

[Earthbound Immortality]
Born from the Earth, Antaeus possesses the blessing of the Earth. As long as his feet touch the ground, he is capable of drawing on the power of the Earth to augment his already impressive abilities. Effectively, he can increase his mass or inertia by drawing on the mass of the planet, thereby making his strikes more powerful as well as augmenting his defence. Unfortunately, this effect is broken the moment his feet leave the ground. Unfortunately, it can't be used to make Antaeus any faster. In fact it makes him slower. As at least one of his feet must always be touching the ground he can never run, and must walk everywhere.

[Son of Graea]
All stone heeds the call of it's master. Antaeus is capable of manipulating any material born from the Earth, as long as both it and he are in contact with the ground. The 'ground' in this case need not necessarily be the surface of the planet. If he were to stand on a large enough mecha or spaceship he would be able to manipulate it's material as well. Or at least the metal parts. This command can be used to alter the properties of the material, move it around, or use it as a weapon. He can also manipulate the gravitational and electromagnetic field of the Earth for various fun effects. Antaeus cannot command any material more than twenty meters away from him, or any material that isn't in contact with the ground. Even a thin layer of rubber is enough to protect against this effect.

Weapons: None, besides his powers.

Equipment: None.

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Dead Roleplay, Ignore

Full Name: Alex Machinarius Blake

Nicknames/Aliases: the Breaker

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Gift:
[Hands of Fate]
With his left hand, Alex is capable of absorbing things into a pocket dimension. Large objects like walls or people aren't usually pulled in whole but rather pulled in in pieces, shredded by the transition. As a rule of thumb, anything he can carry with one hand can be ported into this pocket dimension. Anything bigger gets shredded. This effect can be used both offensively and defensively, removing projectiles or weapons or making holes in people with a mere touch. The pocket dimension has no gravity or time, so anything placed into it and later removed will not have aged at all. Living usually go unconscious when placed in the pocket dimension.

With his right hand, Alex expels things from the pocket dimension. These objects maintain their momentum relative to Alex at the time they were absorbed, and as such he's able to fire projectiles he's previously blocked. He can also call weapons into his right hand, as long as those weapons were absorbed into the pocket dimension with his left. Large objects that were 'shredded' can be ejected in pieces, blocks of stone from a wall or a spray of gore for people parts.

The combined power of these hands allow for a great amount of versatility and firepower, without sacrificing defensive ability. It's this power that makes Alex such a dangerous opponent.

Loyalty: Mercenary

Description: Tall and generally unshaven. Alex has an athletic body with a number of scars from various combat encounters. His mask contains a voice modulator in order to further aid in hiding his identity. His hair is brown and unkempt.

Personality:
Practical and greedy, Alex fights simply for money. Knowing that he has no mind for business and possessing great skill in battle, he sees mercenary work as the best option available to him. Due to his experience in the field he is often merciless, although he refuses to kill children. Often on missions he keeps collateral to a minimum, but almost any target can be eliminated for the right price. Whether that target is a general, a businessman, or even a small settlement. While few can even hope to get close to him, Alex does possess a strong sense of loyalty and honour. He always honours the contract, he always finishes the job, and he always pays off his debts. And the few friends he has can expect him to lay down his life for theirs.


Skills:
Ambidextrous, for obvious reason. Also a highly skilled hand-to-hand combatant and marksman. Quite capable at stealth, and knows a thing or two about hacking electronics.

Weaknesses:
The abilities his hands show do not extend to the upper arm. While his left hand is capable of blocking practically any attack, the rest of his body remains as vulnerable as that of a normal human.


Brief History:
While originally in Erubesco, Alex was quick to discard their norms and values. Born of poor parents he learned to make a living in the slums, relying on his powerful Gift to survive. Before long he was drafted into the army, but he defected when he witnessed how easily his superiors threw away the lives of him and his men. The values of honour and dignity held little appeal to him, aside from his own personal sense of honour. As such he became a free man, earning a living through a variety of odd jobs. Over time he became more well known, gaining the title of 'the Breaker.' Now he's one of the most feared mercenaries in the war, the prices of his service increasing as both sides vie for his assistance.

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@Odin
All right.
thewizardguy#6893

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- Alex Machinarius Blake -

@IrishAngelQueen@ScoundrelQueen@VitoftheVoid

Aaah, what a mess. Of course it wasn't completely unheard of for agents of the two regimes to enter Ash, but those usually at least made an attempt at subtlety. This one seemed to be under the impression that she owned the place, shouting orders like she had any kind of authority out here. No doubt a powerful warrior, confidence like that doesn't come from nowhere. But probably not the brightest, either. After all, a smarter individual might realize the problem with declaring yourself to be the face of the law in a town filled with outlaws and deserters, many of whom were also very dangerous. In addition to whoever this Lazarus kid was she'd probably have to deal with a bunch of other lowlife, anyone who thought they had a shot at her once the fight was over. After all, Knights carried all sorts of valuables, and it was a first come first served world out here.

Personally, Alex didn't have any issue with the crazy knight lady. He was just doing his job, she might as well do hers. But trouble was opportunity as far as mercenary work was concerned, and this was certainly trouble. So he got off his ass and kicked open the door to his little shack, a temporary residence for while he was in town. Walking outside, he got his first good look at the combatants. Or rather, soon-to-be combatants. One was obviously the Knight, standing atop a ledge all imperious-like. The other two were a metal fella, looked like he'd be hard to hurt, and what appeared to be a very angry winged horse. Metal fella (Alex assumed this was Lazarus) tried to talk down the Knight lady, not that that'd work, and seemed to be talking to the horse like it was people. Shapeshifter then. Or maybe just a sentient flying horse. In this world, who knew? But best not take any chances, and keep an eye on it. Based on it's lack of speech it also seemed to be telepathic or something, to be holding a conversation.

Now, he could have just started blowing off heads before they knew he was there, but that was the problem with mercenary work. Killing without a contract was just doing freebies. Ain't nobody going to agree to pay you retroactively. So he walked up slowly, whistling to draw attention to himself. Hopefully he could keep this situation calm enough to find out who had the most cash here, and therefore who might be interested in buying his services. Knight lady probably had the dough, but seemed like the sort to be too prideful to hire help. Probably thought it was dishonourable, or was convinced she could do it on her lonesome. But hey, it was worth a chance. So he marched up to the little group, hands in his pockets. As he spoke, his mask's voice modulator made his voice unnaturally deep.

"Quite a mess you lot got going around here, eh? So, before you guys go ripping each other's throat out I feel the need to point out that whoever wins is probably going to get themselves killed. Lots of opportunistic folks around here might like killing a Knight, especially one who managed to get herself wounded in a fight." Taking a noncommittal stance, Alex reached out and popped out his right hand. A large knife seemed to materialize in his hand, showing off one of his two abilities. Well-informed folks would be able to guess his identity as the Breaker, from this little demonstration if not from his appearance alone, although Alex kept the exact workings of his power a carefully guarded secret. He was relying on his reputation here to try and drive up the price tag. "If either of you feel uncomfortable with their odds, I'd always be up for helping out. For a little cash, of course. Might help out with the whole 'killed and dropped off in a ditch somewhere' thing." He was the first one on the scene, so hopefully he'd be able to snag a deal before too many other people showed up. If he was able to kill one of the two parties quickly, scavengers would avoid the scene, making his life easier.

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@Odin
I do have a discord, and that sounds awesome. I'm new to discord, however, so I'm not entirely sure how to get you into a chat.

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Ashra the Damned

Name: usually goes by Ashra, or 'the Damned'

Age: 4 or 57, depending on how you count

Appearance:


Race: undead abomination

Gender: technically, all of them

Sign/Mark: a 'brand' upon the soul

Skills/Blessing:
[A Hundred Souls, A Hundred Minds]
Due to her rather extraordinary origin, Ashra's 'body' contains over a hundred mortal souls. These souls grant her great power and are the source of her supernatural abilities, but also come with great costs. All these souls come with fragmented minds and memories, all of which churn within her form, fighting for dominance. She's constantly attempting to maintain what sanity she retains, and personality traits can change in an instant as a new soul takes control. While it becomes nearly impossible to read or control Ashra's mind, mental attacks or interference will often throw Ashra's mind into turmoil, requiring some time for her to regain control of her body. Even a well-placed jab or jest can throw her off balance. The souls inside of Ashra possess vast combined knowledge and skills, although Ashra is not capable of accessing much of this due to her insanity, and the information she does access is often muddled or twisted. Should Ashra sustain enough damage she will begin 'leaking' souls, who will escape to the realm of Morsay.

[Form of Darkness]
Incapable of containing so many souls, Ashra's original form has long since shattered. But her magic and sheer willpower was able to hold her together as a being of shadow and magic, an undead abomination. Physical attacks mostly pass through Ashra, but the touch of Iron burns her. The purer the iron the more dangerous, and pure 'cold' iron burns her the worst. The touch of sunlight hurts her as well, although this is a dull ache that she can endure. Bright lights can damage her directly, as well as magic of both the divine and necromantic nature. Her body is capable of altering itself, slipping through small cracks in the floor or spontaneously sprouting claws. Despite being made of shadow, after all, it remains Solid unless seriously damaged. Ashra is virtually immune to poisons and diseases, as well as requiring no oxygen or sleep, but cannot stay in sunlight indefinitely without taking damage.

[Blades of Shadow]
In addition to being able to manipulate her physical form, Ashra is capable of forming solid shadow constructs. Lances of solid darkness can arc across the room to impale enemies, and even constructs entirely separate from her body can be created. Her ability to project and manipulate solid shadows is severely limited in direct sunlight, and can be weakened by light, clerical/necromantic magic, and exposure to iron. Seperated constructs can act independently of Ashra, imbued with several of her souls, but share her weaknesses. In addition these separate constructs are not directly controlled by Ashra and may act in odd ways. Often separated constructs will attempt to 'possess' a nearby corpse, puppeteering it from the inside. This protects them from sunlight to some extent, and makes them feel 'comfortable'. It's the closest these disembodied souls can come to being alive again. The disembodied souls cannot travel further than 100m from Ashra, or they will be pulled back into her body.

Weapons: none, besides her natural abilities.

History:
Once, Ashra was a powerful necromancer who claimed to serve Morsay. Despite seeming to act as a servant of Morsay on this world, however, she sought to take that which was only Morsay's to give, the gift of eternal life. And when Morsay did not return her prayers or answer her rituals, she strove to take it herself. To become an eternal being, to transcend death by becoming one with it. And to this goal she continued to study death, and the mortal soul. As her flesh began to give way to the relentless passage of time she gathered the knowledge she needed to master death itself. Although her knowledge and skill were certainly up to the task it seemed like her strength simply was not enough - although her spells could extend her lifespan, no mortal magic could hold back Morsay's reckoning forever. Unrelenting in her pursuit, Ashra concluded that she would simply have to gain power beyond that of a mortal soul.

A skirmish between the neighbouring nations of Tourmaline and Domer provided her with the chance she was waiting for. Although Tourmaline was far smaller than the militaristic Domer Empire, internal strife had begun to shatter the latter. In an effort to unite their people, the dual emperors of Domer sent forth an army to conquer Tourmaline and reassert their strength. Unable to bring it's full forces to bear and faced with the united strength of the fierce Tourmaline nomad tribes the legions of Domer suffered heavy losses. The fields were strewn with corpses and the rivers ran red with blood.

But Morsay would not reap the souls in this great harvest. Instead Ashra bound those unfortunate fools to this world, gathering the fallen to her own form. Death would fuel her, and through death she would achieve eternal life. Over a hundred mortal souls were bound to her failing mortal body, granting her access to untold arcane power. Enough power to shatter the bonds of life and death, and to become a true immortal. To take by force the gift that her deity denied her. But she had not counted on all those thoughts and memories flooding over her own mind. Her self became lost in a torrent of fear and anguish, the words of power twisting and slurring in her mouth as the pain of a hundred deaths ravaged her thoughts. The ritual that would have made her an immortal saint failed, and her body was ripped apart by the very forces she had summoned. Despite this, her sheer will to live, as well as the power of these souls combined, allowed her to forge a new body from solidified shadow. The twisted remains of her mind refused to admit defeat, and clung onto life with whatever power they possessed, straining to the limit under the strain. In the end the creature that was created was indeed immortal, a being that would never age and die only if killed. But in truth it was no longer Ashra, the necromancer who had sought eternal life. Whatever remained of Ashra had been torn apart and roughly pieced together, combined and mixed with hundreds of other souls.

Perhaps it was pragmatism, perhaps it was a cruel sense of humour. But when Morsay manifested to the heretical creature, he did not simply smite her, nor did he retrieve the souls that were rightfully his. Instead he marked the creature with his brand, declaring that it would need to serve him in order to pay for the years it had stolen. Unable to resist the lord of death's command, and too broken to understand truly how to try, this new creature became one of Morsay's dread champions. Ashra would indeed live forever, trapped within a prison of her own mind, drowning in a sea of twisted sorrow.