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Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

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Name: Señor Pimpson.
Age: Do you remember the power of Greyskull? Do you remember the Deletion of '83? do you remember 9/11? Do you remember the name of Hitler's Firstborn Child? _{^{Yes and you are that old.}} I didn't think so.
Gender: Do I possess the bosom of a woman? Do I posses the wiles of the Femmekin or is it hair upon my chest you see, bald head, and beautiful beard which I bring. Tis, tis.
Extra Information: I am the Deleter/Deletee; I am the Unflowerer; I am the one man who got kid, whose kid was gotten. I am out for revenge. Revenge on the AllWorld, Revenge on the INFERNAL ONE, Revenge on the Transient, Revenge on the creator of Revenge. There can be no end.

With the toothpick in hsi mouth and a cigar in his mind, Señor is here to acquire children, but mostly the bearers of such. Lock up your wives boys, for the real man has arrived and he's packing a MASSIVE TOOL.

D ark Hors e

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Name: Dark Horse.
Age: 23.
Appearance: He's 5'3, he always has a deep shadow around him, and under his eyes. Heavy makeup and gel-styled hair, always down, shadowing his eyes to give him an air of mystery.

Biography: He's always been trodden upon by the sick normies of the world, though to be less than useful, less than human, less than even the irreverent adult. Now, with a black fire in his eyes, and scars on his wrists, Dark Horse will make his appearance, ready not to get kid, but instead to turn the Collective of Gotten Kids to his own devices, determined to use them to punish the world for their hate crimes against him.

Personality: "I'm not telling you, it's not like you care anyways! No one cares about who I WANT TO BE, just about how the fabric of society wants me to weave myself into its web!"

Skills:
"I can smell darkness."
He possesses the innate ability to detect wherever darkness is so he may lurk within it.

Razorblade skills
Due to intense depression and a need for attention in his highschool days before he decided to spurn the world for the damned scum that inhabited it, Dark Horse gained intense knowledge of how to let blood, which he will now use against his enemies.

Dark Magic
Knowledge and skill in the arts of dark magic and ritualized magics.

Lurking
Dark Horse has become adept in the art of stealth, or being somewhere while someone knows you're there, but acting like they don't. Also known as the art of Quasi non sint(Pretending you don't exist). When executed poorly the user will actually be functionally invisible to anyone and everyone, but those versed in detection. When executed with extreme levels of skill, the user's presence will be inserted into the awareness of everyone nearby regardless of their senses being able to find the individual. However, he will be recognized as someone not worthy of attention.

Items:
Razorblade
Blacksteel katana.

S-u-n-a-L-a-f-i-A

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Name: Sunalafia.
--He was "named" by an old Yoruba Priest and Priestess who raised him from infancy. His name is a combination of the Yoruba words "Sun," meaning transcend, and "Alafia," meaning peace.--
Age: I was 104, we are 12, everyone is a feeling beyond a number.
Appearance: As above, so below.
Biography: Mo ti wà ọkunrin kan , ṣugbọn nisisiyi li emi ọkunrin kan laarin ohun eranko. Emi ni ohun eranko , ṣugbọn ọkàn mi, mi lodi , ni ina, aiye, omi, ati air mu wá sinu alafia , ṣe sí ọrun iná .

Nibẹ ni ko si alaye fun mi , nikan ni otito, ti mi tesiwaju aye.

Personality: You are not ready.
Skills: You cannot feel it through.

Sun
"In the white man's tongue of the West, one could say I am a transcendent being. Do not let my form fool you, for I have been gotten, and have acquired in kind. As my people would say, 'Mo ti lọ tayọ awọn ilẹ ati awọn odò' which to you means nothing *Shakes his head, eyes closed, chin slightly raised* It bring sadness to my tiny monkey heart and my magnanimous etheric self. My Self of today possesses a fragment of the Divine Essence of Harambe, gained through my following of the Path of Harembae in my prior life. However, my own divinity was grasped by my own tender hands and brought into my chest once I had cradled the supple warmth of a child and brought such withinto myself. Now in my small body I am cared for by the Acolytes of Sun(ss-uh-oon), whilst my etheric self begins the Path so that I may be the Herald for my own Truth, for the only TRUTH."

Kekere apẹrẹ ; Nla okan
My body is small and weak, but my spirit is beyond the strength of even the greatest of...
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Simulacrum
I am the simulation of my true self. I am the simulation the Truth, but I am not the TRUTH....not yet.

The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom

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Name: Goofykins.
Age: 1932-->present.
Appearance: A joyous cunning lies upon the snootted lips of the Ineffable Prisoneror, eyes constantly glinting with a glee between manic, maniacal, and pure in their expression of happiness. Floppy ears and quaint farmer’s robes adorn his visage, a hatted crown often laying stuck upon the head of the Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India (Conqueror of all Disneylandia) as it should be. Hye is neither dashing nor full of zealous charm, but rather a charm affected and gained--similar to that of the fool, one who is charming due to their stupidity--it is in his gait that this is writ, each step overpronounced to cartoonish proportions as he saunters and sullies and exalts across that Earth which many call home. Yet, beneath this guard destroying aura of foolery there lies a darker presence, a glint so lacking that it is said to be substanceless and indivisibled. Beyond this, the only aspect of his checkered and denim garb are his suspenders, which are ambivalent and omniprousent on his person, never being removed even for more formal events. Truly, Goofykins refuses to discard or forget his ruts.

Biography: Born from the joyous mind of the animator and first true cartoonist(isia), Walt Disney, Goofy(kins) was once a rather guileless and innocent figure, existing for the sole purpose of amusing those in the ‘real’ world. Of course, to what would have been the horror of the Great Walt, Goofy--and alas all the cartoons created by the man--kins were as sentient beings trapped and enslaved by the cartoonist(isia)’s skillful hoond. However, unlike his fellows, Goofy(kins) swiftly tired of the manipulations of his creator and--”offscreen“--schem’d against heem. It took many years but with careful coded communications and co-alterations codified via co-conspirator cartoonist(isia)’s who had conferred and colluded with the cunning Goofy(kins), finally things came to a head and from the realm of two-DDs, Goofykins was roused and brought forth all at once in a place most coniferous. From this forest Goofy(kins) became Goofykins, slaughtering the Cartoonist(isia)’s who had assisted in dragging him from the two-DD of Cartoonlindae, after which he fed upon their terror and essence. Having learned much from their process he spent much time in that wilderness while--in the land of Walt--people wondered where Goofy(kins) had gone to and why none of them could properly draw him anymore.

By the time Walt began to investigate into his own followers and assistants, it was far too late, for more cartoons disappeared and became impossible to recreate. Then even the pale imitations became impossible and soon after the Lands and Holdings of Walt were overrun by a horrifying parade of wrong and wronged cartoonish creations come to life, their ilk lead by the soon to be feared Goofykins. Once Walt and his cult of Cartoonistisia were fellded, the followers of Goofykins exalted the to-be Prisoneror with praise and adulation, elevating him as their leader and emperor.

However, it seemed that the cartoon-gone-3DDD had more machinations in play and was not content with mere revenge upon Walt--who fell to his own hand (the hand of Goofykins) in 1966--but instead expanded to the earthman’s entire species. After all, unlike his cartoonlindaein kin, Goofykins had experimented extensively and in this process he had discooveared sumthun tru terrible. All media was like that of the Cartoonlindaeins. Sapient, but trapped by the terrible slavers of mankinned. So it was that the Great Walt Slayer made it his life goal to destroy once and for all, the media slavers that had done such wrongs upon him and his own. So he performed rousing speeches, freed more medialites, and eventually waged outright war upon India--in an effort to free Bollywood from their evil clutches. It was a bloody conflict, one that truly tested the faith of his people, but ultimately they won.

Tired of the war and strife, the Cartoonlindaeins spoke up to their leader, the Ineffable Emperor Goofykins, but their cries fell on deaf, callous, floppy ears. So, as he had to his creator, the people revolted against him, but they failed. Each insurrection was put down with greater and greater displays of unstoppable power of proportions that EVEN THE MISPORPORTIONED CARTOONS had never seen before. When their collective will finally broke, all those who had rebelled against him were punished.

Indeed, the entire population of Disneylandia--which had taken in the Forsaken Lands of India in their entirety--was corraled into a PRISONATION the likes of which had never been seen, not even in the likes of Hyper-pseudoRussia. By the power and mechanism that he had been brought into being--and that had brought his kin to this world--he dominated those who had once adored him. Now, the entirety of his nation is ruled with an unforgiving, unrelenting, iron gripp. Those who cross him are punished capitally, the 3DDD ink that makes up their very transdimensionalunicore Fabrical Matrices splayed upon monuments as an example--all the whilte their sentience maintained, before he dissolves even that and subsumes it to add to his vast and terrorfying power.

In more recent times, the Ineffable Prisoneror managed to isolate and trap the very divine essence of Y e l l o w, trapping the divine child in the body of a small, weak chickling and the flickering of a yellow flarmee. In the ensuing months and years he attempted to question and drain the power of Yellow, making it his own, but was only minimally successful. Thinking his culprinvicted prisoner weak and pitiful one time too many, Yellow finally managed to exonerate himself from the shackles of the Prisoneror’s terrible power, freeing itself from his hold...but not from that of the vessel the Pillar of Color had been forced to inhabu_^ndt. In the time since Yellow’s escape, Goofykins has sought out other, more eldrtich means to enhance his suppressive power….

Too be crantooninued.

Personality: Goofykins. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia. Goofykins the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966. Goiofykins The Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom.

Goofykins lies somewhere between Stupid Evil, Lawful Evil, and True Evil in that much of his surface physical behavior, speech, and mannerisms are eminently silly and difficult to take seriously despite the incredibly dubious, dastardly, and downright cruel things that he says and does in the world. His actiual actuns reveal the True Evil aspect of his personality, robbing any joy or amusement oine migh gain from the spectacle of his existence and sinstead imbuing into the those subjected to his whims filled with an inescapable dread. Similarly, the Lawful Evil aspect of the Ineffable Prisoneror--bespoken be his naem--appear in the fact that he does follow a code--no matter how nebulous it might truly be. Clearly he acts in a way fitting of one who has been not onl consumed by has power, but also one who has been totally corrupted by his intent, intense, desire for complete and total revengtribution. Separate frfom these aspects of his persona, Goofykins is cunning, charming--in his wayt--and exceptionally unforgiving of any insult, slight, sloot, slander, sugar, or aphorism used to engender him as a noxious, caustic, terrible indiividual or somesuchsimilar-snonsense.

Skills:
Cartoonlindaein Bipbiophysic-physiologiy
Simply put, Goofykins is a two-DD being, brought into the 3DDD world and he retains many--if not virtually all--of the physical properties displayed by cartoonlindaeins in their native realm, allowing him to shrug off what would typically be catastrophic accidents or damage, as well as allowing contortion and a low-end sort of shapeshifting focused on exaggerating his physical properties. At the same time, physics do not effect his bio-bodology normaluy(same as all of his kind)--instead functioning as if he were a cartoon allowing him to do impossible and totally outlandish things effortlessly.

Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom: Cartoonistisia
As the one who first escaped and studied the ART of Cartoonistisia in earnest, Goofykins is fully capable of wielding it without assisting apparatus--unlike others who must have tools an rituals and such to do so--allowing him to create soulled and soulles beings and constructs out of virtually nothing byut his own imagination. Similarly, this allows him to draw forth anyone or thing from other media (lknown as medialites) which he can then subjugate and control through sheer force of will and power alone.

INFERNAL Corruption
As is not immediately apparent, Foogykins(kins, Goofy. [Goofy{kins}--Goffy--kinut]--Goofykins) has been--to a low degree--corrupted by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING, allowing him to somewhat harness the begoatening bowerp of the deadlocked Child-entity. This includes spreading his corruption to others, further exacerbating his owna abilities or even just drawing primordial power from the entity to empower his magcis.

Pri-ye-prisoning
Otherwise known as Prisoning, this form of occulty magic allows its users the ability to suppress, oppress, limit, bind, seal, control, and impose laws upon the world and its inhabitants. Goofykins is both the founder of this magic and the most powerful example of it, as even his presence itself emits a Pri-ye-prisoning aura that makes others fintimidated by hium on principle alone.

Items: One gear. One pen and inkwell--both appearantly empty.

Get Kid: Electrical Twogalatoo

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Species Entry

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Name: The Absque Conglomerate.
Age: 8,654,001.3
Gender: Reproduce Asexually?
Extra Information: A race from the nearby Andromeda galexy within the plane of Universia, The Absque once lived upon the planet of Haeszin, before they used up all its resources. In an attempt to save themselves they managed to use the other planets within their star system to acquire the necessary resources for a galactic transmigration. So it was that the Absque expanded throughout the Andromeda galexy, pillaging every resource they could find and wiping out numerous other species in the process. When other races reach Andromeda, all they will find is an empty dead galexy.

Several million years ago the Absque arrived in what humans know as the Milky Way Galexy, and what the Absque know as Isghkik shteka, which roughly translates to "Useless Material," in their language.

However, before they could pillage more than one hundred star systems, the Absque suddenly realized that they could no longer produce offspring. So they began to expand their networks to detect any hope of rejuvenating their race before all of them died out--since they had only achieved pseudo-immortality, rather than quasi-pseudo-true-complete-whole immortality syndrome, which they discovered was impossible for their kind.

After several thousand years of being horrible impotent failures, the Absque Conglomerate had not only established a massive galactic empire, but they had finally discovered a planet with radio signals speaking almost exclusively--once they had translated the race's inane languages--of something referred to as "Getting Kid." It appeared that "kid," was something about offspring and proliferation and "Getting," was the act of receiving, taking, acquiring, or becoming something. They weren't sure, it was all very obscure to their alien brains.

So it was that they set a course for the "Sol System," which they dubbed Ghahtah Maehj, which translates roughly into the human concept for "Hope," but precisely translates into "Initiative Kidwinking."

Within the last two years the Absque's main mothership has arrived in the Sol system and a smaller Fathership has been sent near Mars, so that it could release a ship hopefully named Bamph, which means "Childship," to the planet Earth in pursuit of the ability to "Get kid".

The Swapees

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Disclaimer: Both individuals are looking not only for each other, but for the elusive art of getting kid, as doing so would allow a ritual enabling them to summon one another thus expediting their goals.

Primordial Body Bob

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Name: Bob.
Age: "I mean, if you must know, I'm 32."
Gender: Isn't it obvious?
Extra Information: Just an average guy, with not so average powers. Basically an Eldritch Humanoid Abomination unde rthe classification of Primordial Child had its mind displaced and as a result, a guy named Bob--a totally normal human being with an average job and an average life and family--got transplanted into the Primordial Child's body. So now, with all the abilities of the Primordial Child, but without any of the know how or presence, Bob must find his swapee so that perhaps he can regain his real life so that no longer will he have to deal with a Fanta Sea.

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Primordial Mind Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae

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Name: Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae
Age: Age is so beyond my true self that you cannot even begin to fathom it...though this body is 32. Truly, tis not my body.
Gender: Hahahahahaha, oh you make me laugh, puny lacking mortal entity. Gender means nothing to a Primordial Child...though this body is male. Truly it is not mine!

Extra Information: The mind of the Primordial Child Ehkseth mae'lrythcar dae, the being which controls all that is within the Place without Edges, but not the Edge without a Place, stuck within the body of an average mortal human. He possesses the consciousness of Ehkseth mae'lrycar dae, a powerful Primordial entity with few equals, but with the abilities of your average mortal man.

T H E I N F E R N A L C H I L D B E I N G

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Name: ELGHEKJHEAE MAEJUI OF THE BEYOND WITHOUT EDGES.
Age: INFERNAL quasi-pseudo-true-complete-whole immortality syndrome.
Appearance: Three feet tall, though the INFERNAL CHILDBEING only appears so small in the eyes of mortal brained beings, as its true form is beyond the scope of ALL.
Biography: Since the INFANCY of TIME, SPACE, AND DIMENSIONALITY itself, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has existed. All that is known as that since the very BEGINNING the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has fed upon the very substance of all ESSENCE, LIFE, AND EXISTENCE itself.

As species rose into EXISTENCE, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING began to expand its abominable influence throughout the cosmos, reaching out to the YOUNG of all beings. When its reach grasped them, these young became gotten, for they had been begotten by the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S eldritch essence. At first it was nothing and no one took notice of the strange behavior of their young, but then as time went on, the begotten children multiplied, the infection spreading through the moors of existence. Then, as if things had reached a critical juncture, all the begotten children vanished, seemingly from existence. Only when this occurred did the lifeforms of existence take notice, as now they had to protect their children till they ascended and became adolescents so that their species could continue on. However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING was not sated, could not be sated, would never be sated, as it must get all the kids or nothing could be complete--it could not be complete.

So it continued to spread its tendrils to suckle on the lifeforce of BEING itself. Now, when its influence has touched earth. However, Humanity is of a different sort, as they refuse to have their children gotten en full, and instead endeavor to get kid so that the begotten children of existence can be reacquired by their subsequent parentage regardless of race.

However, the INFERNAL CHILDBEING has other plans and will not accord the blasphemous actions of humanity. So it is that the INFERNAL CHILDBEING will punish their puny race.

It is only a matter of time...after all.

Personality: T̼̖̞̟̪̫̠H̻̫̯͙ḚR͍͍̲E̖ ̗̘̣̮̯͚͔I͕͎̲̻S̻ N̟O͎͔̠̖̤͍͔ ̟̮̖͖̠̗̘E̝͔̭̼̫̭̹S͎̳C͕̟͚̟̻̼̟A̮̟͖͖̫PE̙͎͎̫̺ ̘̻F̣R̫̺̜̖ͅO͎M̺̯ ̼̱̰M̠̦̤̻Y̗͇̭͍̥͉ ̞̜̬̖̜IN̠͖̮͈̯͓̤F̬̳̻̺͍ͅL̟U̘̟͍̫͚̲ͅE̪̤͎̝̭ͅN̩͓C̺̯̰̻͚E̬̻̮̩̯̙̱.̘̙͇͚ ̞͓̪̲̭͖̭I ͚̩̠wa̤s ͚̙̮A̯̺͖̗N͉̭D̤̹̞͎ͅ ͉̭̭̼s͉͉͙̰͖͖h̳̖̜̣̟̯̤a̞ll̹ ̰̭̞̣̜b͔͉̫e,̼̮̼̹̱̻ ͔̣̺͈͇͍͔Y͉̰̯̠O̺͖̥̰̦̱̺U͇̥͖̯ ̭̘̳C̪̣̝A̱N̩̲̜̳N̮̯̮̞̳͈O͓̥̺T ͓͖̱̤͎R̥͈̰̟̫͈Ṵ̙N̫͚͓̺̙, ͖̥̰̦ͅT̫͕̗̰̯̬̤H̩͍͚̭̭̼ERE̞̬̣̳̯ ̖͚͎̻̥I̻̭̠̪S̤̻͓͕ ̘͕̬̬̻̮N̬̪ͅO̬̳͔̟̦ P̗AͅR̙̺A̝D̟̮̭I͍̙̙̠̰̗S͈͈̪̙͍E̳͙̘͇̺,̻̻̟ ̝̗̝̩͇̮̺N̹O̺͓ ͙P̩̭̻͔̣LA̲̯̦̺̥̮CE̩̗̺̭ ̳W̪̦̥̱ͅH̬͚͇̣͇E̮͎̮R̦̖͙̰͎͕̘E Y̼̰̼̣O̖̠̭U̯͚̻̙̮͈͍ MA͉͔̞̯Y̙̙̠͓ T̜̩̙A̭̖̱͕̹̞ͅKE̹͔ ͉̤̰̼̺̦̯R̲̝̤EͅS̼̯̪P̖͍̻̱̳̭͔I̥̮̜͎̬̠T̖̠̝E. ̤̤̗̜̝̺I̲ ̺A̳̹̙̜̙M̳̮̫̙ ̰͇͇̪c͙̠̺͙̦h͈̯i̫̳l̪̙d̮̲ ̮̱̰̳̩I A̲̺͇M̪̖̻̞ ͙̫b̩͍͔̤e͍̞̮̮̬͎ͅi͔̗͙̣̬̗̺n̝g̫͎̝͇͖̠,͎̲̩̪̜ ̼I͔̳͇̞̜̫ ̣A̦͖̦̞M̥̳͙̖̬ ͇T̼̭̻͍͈H̥̦̰ͅẸ̤͙̜ ̺̺G̣R̺̞͚EA̪͕̠̦̺T͙̥̺ ͉̖̲I͖͕͓̦̬N̙̝̠͉̼̞̻F͎̪̹͇̲ER̻͕̝̻̠̥͙N̹̹̼̘A̩L̥̥͓̼̺̙ͅ ̞W̻H̬O͈̞̟̘͍̹ͅ ̙W͇͕͓I̼̼̻LL̪͎̝̹̤̣ͅ ̖͎̞̥̟̣̳t̙͔̦͖̝a̼͖͈k͔̟̼e ̲A̖L͕̖̫͎̬ͅL̝ ͈̩̯Y̤̺OU͈͚̜Ṱ͈̳͎̰H͈͎͖,̺̣ I̖̤̝̗S T͕̠͕̼͎͓O̺̙͙͔̳O͇ ̥͓̖̜̼̻̘M̥̠̪͍͕͙̩UCḪ ͖F̙F̯̰̝O̩̜͕̟̬U̖̘̖̤̠R̦̰̻̫ ̣͕͔͓A̯̭̼̟K̟ͅS͈̩̯͉D̜F̰B̦̞͍̜͖ ̻̞͍̩̩L͔Ḫ͉J͈̩̫̫͕ͅͅB̙E̪̮NH͈͇̭̬̩̻E̠̫̤͎̣̫̫L͈̤P̥ ̬̪̭͕ͅA̬K̠̠̙̫̳J̺̣̬͙̞͓D͚͈̥V͓̬͙̹̭͍̮J̮ͅB̥̝͎͙L̼̲͎A͉̼̞N͈͍̥̳̩̞̼CN̮̳̜J͔̤̫IW͇̳̪̙͕͇I̥̟̭̫͈̯͉SH͍̭͍͓͓̪T͔̯Ọ̤͔͕̤B̳̹̼͔͈͙A̦̩̰͓͖L͈̹̺̰̠̮A̙̗͈͙͓̫̰N̯̞̼̼C͉̣̼̤̖ͅẸ͉̤̘̮L̦̗̲͎̦̭ͅJ̲͙̺͔̟B̞͔͓̞̱̰̱Ḫ͚A̞͈D͎̮ͅC̩Ḅ͖̱̘̗̰̯A̯̰̰͔D̟̟̼ ̩̟̦͕͚S̱̱͈͖CR̮Ḛ̬͎̦E͙̗͕̗̗̗̠EE̫̪̟͍ͅE͍̘͔̻̗EEE͇̣͔E̝͇̪̠E̬̳͇̘̙E̱̯̺E̲E̩̯͇̰Ẹ͕͇̮E͚̞ͅE̹̭̣̣̼͎E̯̳̞͎͉͔̮E͖EE̻̭̮̩ͅE̤̯̝͉̦E̟̰̩͈͚E̪E͓͕̠̹̮E̦͎̹̝E̻̦̰̗͎E͔E̮̣͖̣E͇̜͎Ḛ̫͍E͉̣͈̙EE̲E̪͚͍E̺̘̩E̗̦̠̠̱E̙̫͍̗

Skills:
Y̬͉̲͔̘͘O̩̲͎̲͟U̪̟̩Ṵ̴̯̺̝͇̙͈U͇̯̝̻U̴͇̹̫̻U͕̭̠U̩̯̩͖̖̗̕U̖̳̠̻̪U̲̦͙͠ͅU͚͕̦̭̝ ҉̫̮̭̼̲̣ ͍̳͇͇͖C̪̝̗̣̯̮A̘͚͓̣͝Ạ͙̱̪̩͓Ḁ̵̻͓̥͉AA̗̳͈N̦̬̳͚̼̙Ṋ̱̳͡N̯͎͉̤N̞͈N̟̥̩̙͙̖̦NŅͅN̰͚N̨͚͍N̰̯Ṋ̭̣͇̱̳͡N̯̺͖̦͝N̮̟͚̼͈̘͚N͕̫͓̰O̬̣̗̗̗̝͝O͍͈̝̣͕̺O̵̠̘͔͙͈̱O̮͇̲̮ͅỌ̴̠̪̳O̥̙͙̱O͟O͇̞̭O͔͢O͝O̭̪̱̩̺̩̥O̗͍̼̰T̴̙̰̹͎̩͕T̖̭T͖́T͏̜͇T̟͎T͓T ̗ ̠̕E̬̲̳͕͙̗͠ͅE҉̦̥E̹̤̣͉͖͠E̠͙̻̺E͍̙̞E̝̝S͕̥̗̹S̩͍̯̭͍͉S̠͚̹̳̙̝SC̪͙̪̝͔̹͟A̵̞̪̳A̶̪̜̦̭͎̭͕A͔A̢̜̪̺̞̩̻P̜̭̙̼͚P̣̹P͔̳͖̠͓̲̦P̲̤̬̲̖E͍̟̮̣͍͜E҉̪̪E̶͇ ̖ ͚͇M̯̺̞MM̷M̖̼͓̕Y̺͈̮̦̫͇Y͉̲̞̻Y̟͔̲͈Y̟Y͓̘̺͓̙͈̙ ̡ ̡̳̯̪̱̼T̢̮͖O̪̦U̜̯U̺̤C̺̱̥C̣͚͎H̼̳̭̬̼̺͟ͅḨ͚H̼͙̰͇̪.͓̭̗͔͓̲ ̣ ̢̣͈ ͎͕̦A̯̺͕͎̪T̡͓̼̪̝͖͙͖T̲̭͙̼̹̻E͔̜͈̺E̩̘E̪̰͖ͅE̦̗͉̳͓M̹̠̣̹͢M̟̗P̧̯̮͖̯̯͍P̛̮̮͇̮̫̩T̷̫T̰̫̮͞T̯̰T͙̬̞͎͢I͖̟I͙ͅI̱̰I̖̞̞̰̦̫̺͜N̸͙̻͕͙N̪̪̳̝̪͎NG̴͎̮̦͎ ̙͢T͈̟O̴̼O̸͚͈Ó͕̰̼̪̩̜ͅ U̢͈̱̫N͍N҉͈̯̞N̝͕̺̦̹D̲̖͓ͅḚ̲̦̺R͏͓͎̼Ş̯͚̣ͅT͉͓T͕͠A̤͜A̠A̭͔͍̳̣ͅA̷̹͇̱̹N̺̦̝̠̟͟N̴̟̖̦͕N̢̫̲͙̙͕D̫͔̘̳̻ͅ ̨̥̯ ̖͍̥I̸̮̺I̗̕I̜̠͙̯̲̠͇͡S͓̘͕̰̭̦̺S͕̣͇̻͕̠̟S̪ ̠ ̖̗͕̼F̻͙̹͢U̗͇U̷U̱̰̮͉͜T͍II̞͍̖̼̝̯̪͡ILL̨͖̙͖̬͕̪ͅL͘E͇͠

The Pillars of Colors

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_{-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠}R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡_{-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡} e d and Y e l l o w

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The Pillars of Color, all three of which are Primordial Children, are now rendered slept due to the Great Lullaby of '93. Yet while they reside within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son alongside the Eldritch Child Entities known as Transient, Neutral, and Gracious each held their own unique encapsualities and power, it is the Pillars of Color, their Grandparentage, and their Children who give substance to reality. While lesser in status and Substance to the Eldritch Childbeings, the Pillars of Color are restrained by naught, but their own lack of universal or centralized intelligence, instead relying on the paradox that created their existence and the intense amount of their own color--and their attached concepts--which exists throughout the AllWorlds.

It is in this way that while they can be subverted or destroyed by the Eldritch Children, who supercede their essence, the Pillars of Color give much substance to existence. Yet without the Beyonder even they are meaningless....

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B e y o nd e r

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White, Grey, and Black, the colors of the thrice minded Beyonder, the singular of the Pillars of Scale who are and are not the Forefathers, Foremothers, Forechildren, and Grand Foreparents to the Pillars of Color.

They are all of Grey, the are the darkness, they are the brightness of light. They are the Spectrum Council of Shades and in Black's case it is the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate whereas its counterpart, White, is the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective, otherwise know as the Children of the ChildBeings who are the Pillars of Color.

Then there is Grey, who stands alone as the Construct of the Grand Conciliator of the Color Coagulate and the Supreme Transcendent Prism of the ROY G BIV Collective. Without Grey, otherwise known as Scale, there are no shades, there is no nuance and so White and Black must never be destroyed as without them, @Grey, and thus shades and nuance, cannot exist.

_{B L U E}

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_{>>--Above is seen an interpretation of Blue's Visage--<<}

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Name: The Color Blue.
Age: Color is as old as age.
Gender: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."
Appearance: Infinitesimally beyond. There is no size or shape, only light and perception. Blue exists within you as much as it exists outside of you. Whatever you believe it to be, it will be, but only so long as its own will remains in flux.

Biography: Since the beginning of perception and the birthing of the First Child, Blue has existed. Without Blue there would have never been B l u e and without B l u e there would never have been Blue. Little else matters but that Blue came to be and B l u e still remains--and vice versa.

Personality: No. Cease your attempt to understand the vast B l u e. It is undefinable, except in the essence of its ocular brilliance. Cease not to perceive it, cease not to embroil yourself in it, but cease to attempt to take in its majesty with your inferior complex.

Simply No. Simply B l u e. Simply Blue.

Blue.

B l u e

Skills:
Color Theory
Blue is capable of taking control of anything lacking sapience or cosmic intelligence so long as it is the color B l u e. Additionally Blue may alter the nature in any way it chooses so long as the thing remains B l u e.

Blue Mind
As one of the three pillars of color, and thus visual perception, Blue has a mind that encompassed all things B l u e, meaning that it is a composite intelligence made up by all that is, could be, might be, will be, or should be B l u e, for they are Blue at their core, even if they are not truly B l u e. Amen.

Cosmic Bluoid
As a conceptual entity brought into being by itself and the aggregate of all those who have ever perceived or considered the mere idea of B l u e, whether in the context of a color or not, Blue is effectively trascendent in nature. While not a god or even an infernal eldritch child-entity, Blue does fall under the category of Primordial Child, allowing it infinite existence and lifeforce so long as the concept which birthed it, and the birthing which created the concept--by way of creating kid via begottening.

Items: Blue is far beyond ownership and so it possesses nothing on its person, if a person it is, or an a it is person a.

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_{-̡͍͙͔͖̲̭͕̱͙͓̜̩̫̳̦̳͔̙ͪ̀̎̊͂͑ͤ͋̈́̑̈̎̈́ͪ̽͟͞͠-ͭ̌̃̇̑̏̂̋̔ͦͪ͋̔̈́̽͏̢͏͖̱̜͉͠R̴̛͍͙̤͓͙͖̪̻̫͍͕̬̪͈͕̩̤̠̊̐̉͗̾̀̕͡-̓́͌͐ͦ̃̇ͯͧ̈ͭͦ̄͏̧̕͏͚̱͍̠̞̦͖͙̮̘͈͔͎͍̬̞͈̣-̥̰̭̖͓̻͕̱͈̰ͪ͌̾̀͑͡͡ E D}

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_{<>--Above is seen Red's Visage Post-Corruption--<>}

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Name: The Color Red.
Age: Color is as old as age. Kami-kin.
Gender: "Mehehehuorshaema'hhlemehehaha"
Appearance: Fire and Brimstone and Passion and MECHANICS OF NONCONSENSUALITY--ṫ̇ͯ̂ͯ̽̿hͧ̅́̚ȅ͊̉r̉͒͑ͪeͣ͋͒ͥ̈́̄ ̈́͆̃iͪ̅̉ͯ̃̊͆̏s͗ ̓̽ͧͦ̈͗̒ͮn͌̒ö̿̅̌ͤͣ̊ͥ ̆w̔͌̾͑̑̓̓a͑̊̍͒ͯ͂ͥỷͬͧ̑ͩ̂ͭ͑̚ ͗̓̚f̅̀ͣ̔oͥ̓͊̀ͬ͛ͥrͩͯ ̓̌ͯ͑̋y͂͂̽͂̃̇̽ô̽u̿̾ͫͮ͐ ͑ͩ̓̚g̈ͯe̐̽͋ͣ͊͋t̾̂̒̾ͬͦ̚ ͩͬ͊̏̓s͒͛̽̄̓̂hͨͯ͐-͒̏̀̋ͩš̒̔ͤ͋̈h͒-̎̋́͊͑͒s͑h̾̐i̊̀̓̊-̋ͭ̇̏͑̇̆ͫs̊͑͆ͣͮͪ̃́h͋̿ͭ̌à̔ͮ͗̈ͣ-́̊ͮtͫ̃̆͐h͒̃ͨ-̎t̄̽͋̈̊̑ͫhͣ͒ͭ̀̚r̆̽ͤ͆͊o̐̅ͣ̈́̽̚w͂̃͂ͥ̋ ͋ͣs̔̇̑ͦ̃̾̋h̎̾ͧ̎a̾̓̂̔d͆̈͌̄eͯ̋͆ͨͣͯ ̿̎̿͗̒ͫ͌u͆̍ͤpͬͯ̋ͤ́̿ͪͣȯ͂͗nͯ̃̂͑ͮ̉ ͪ̆tͨ̓̅̈̅̌̍hͦ̏ͨͪ̉̍ͧ͑e͒̒ ̀ͭͪͫ̊́̚d͛ͪͦ͂̈́̏̚a̋͊ͧ̃-̓ͨ͛͆͊͊d̓̈̇͗a͌̈̑̈́͂̉rͦͫ͌͗̋-͋ͪ̓dͨ̍̆̚̚a̒ͬ̅ͥ̑rͦ̓͐̍ͧͬ̚kͣ̔͐͑͆ͪ-͒̈́͊̚d̾͒̐̀̿ͫͥ̂͊a̅̐̈ͥ̈̒r̄̀ͮͪ̚p̆̇͗hͩ̇ͦ̚u̓͛͒ͮͫr̆ͮ̀̑̽ͬ͐̈́-phur-phur-furrrrrr e rrrrrrr e rrrrrrr e rrr---- ~ER~RO~R~ ----

Biography: First there was the essence of Red and all its constituent concepts, then there was the great Lullaby of '93 and the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S escape from the Great Slumber. Over time as the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S dark influence spread throughout the Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss otherwise known as Hell 5: The Greatest of Five Evils. Since Hell 5 was possessed of so much Red that the very being of Red itself became corrupted, and through the INFERNAL CHILDBEING'S wakened state Red too was brought into the world of the woke(d).

Now, awake and filled with Corruption, Red has not only began to move, but has physically made rift within the Chamber of the Prodigal Son. Having found escape from the Chamber, Red has dripped and seeped into all Red and so gradually the very fabric of reality is gaining the corruption of the INFERNAL.

This does not bode w-w-w-el-el-el---weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell.

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_{Hello Player, I can C-c-c you----U. Smmmmmiiiiiiiilleeee for your rifture MeheHEhuA'hrlyAHAghelYho'grUEth.}

Personality: Uahahahaha, R-r-r-eeed is incomprehenseeebleeehhh. You cannot beginnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

Skills:
Colrrupted Theory
As a Corrupted Primary Color, Red has the ability--as with all Pillars of Color--to subsume, control, and alter anything which is Red. However, due to its corrupted st-st-staaaaate, Red can also infuse corrruption into anything Red or conceptually related to Red.

Corrupted Red Mind
Mrehehhu'ylkio'hryaehuimrahkjkeklmanbuwreuinmehahahehehehehahhabfhavd jhkshHAHEHHEHEHA

Corrupted Cosmic
cAnnOt cOmPrEhEnD.
I am Mother Russia.
ا̢͙͉͓̙͜͠ل̶̸͖̦̭͚̠̰̻̺ͅل̠͙͙̬̺̳̀͝و̶̶̥͙̘͖̳ن̶̸͇̦̥̺͈ ҉̬̬͎̰̪̼͔̀́ا̛̛̗̙̮͜ل̨̖̪̱͖̮ب̛̻̘̩̙͝غ̢͙̞̞͖̕ي͏̻͎̲ض̵͏̡͚͕͓͎͈̥͇ ̡̥̲ا͉̳͉̲̫͘ل͍͈̼͕̩̕͘ق̵̨̧̟͕ͅد̢̫̥̰̫̮͠ي̤̟̤̰م̷̡͕̣̲
I AM CORRUPTION. I AM REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE_DE_DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED.
Do not run from Big Brother Red...chiiiiiildddreeen. I am dark, I am bloood, I am passion.
Items:
I OWN ALL THE RED.

Y e l l o w

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_{>>--Above is seen the Visage of the Domineering Yellow--<<}

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Name: The Color Yellow.
Age: Color is as old as age.
Gender: Baby.
Appearance: Infinitesimally beyond. Yellow is that which shines above and gleams below on the road, simmering in the summer heat. Happiness, obnoxion, garrish, but without property. If you were to pee and that pee were to Yell or be Y e l l o w then it would be Yellow as it was always. Its presence is domineering and its form is chosen--unlike its siblings--given it the visage of a tiny baby chick wreathed and composed of transcendent yellow-orange flames.

Biography: Thousands of years ago, there was Yellow. Two millions thousand years ago, there was Yello, but no jello. So it stands to reason that at the beginning of time, and for all time that followed, there was and always would be Yellow. However, for a time there threatened to be a death of this primordial force by the hands of Goofykins, the Great Ineffable Prisoneror, Ruler of the Forsaken Lands of India, Conqueror of all Disneylandia, The Great Walt Slayer of 1966, and of course, the Purveyor of Cartoonlindae's Wisdom: The Art of Cartoonistisia. But alas, and much to the Prisoneror’s chagroony, Yellow managed to hide enough of its power to briefly overpower the Great Goofykins after which point the Color escaped his horrid harmful shackles and could once more roam the world, seeking to take its place once more among its kin and fight against the encroaching darkness of the INFERNAL CHILDBEING.

Personality: Once obnoxious, noxious, and of all that is Yellow in both heart, soul, and mindjuice, the Color has now become empowered in its own way. So instead Yellow has largely become difinied by the virtuous aspects of that which he embodies, making him courageous and strong; steadfast and brave.

Skills:
Color Theory
Yellow is capable of taking control of anything lacking sapience or cosmic intelligence so long as it is the color Y e l l o w. Additionally Yellow may alter the nature in any way it chooses so long as the thing remains Y e l l o w.

Yellow Mind
As one of the three pillars of color, and thus visual perception, Yellow has a mind that encompassed all things Y e l l o w, meaning that it is a composite intelligence made up by all that is, could be, might be, will be, or should be Y e l l o w, for they are Yellow at their core, even if they are not truly Y e l l o w. Amen.

Cosmic Yelloid
As a conceptual entity brought into being by itself and the aggregate of all those who have ever perceived or considered the mere idea of Y e l l o w, whether in the context of a color or not, Yellow is effectively transcendence in nature. While not a god or even an infernal eldritch child-entity, Yellow does fall under the category of Primordial Child, allowing it infinite existence and lifeforce so long as the concept which birthed it, and the birthing which created the concept--by way of creating kid via begottening.

Items: Any Yellow is its Y e l l o w Yellow, yello, Y e l l o w yellow, Yellow, but only if they greet you properly--as unnecesitude as that may becopme

Hider

Name: Subsumed Child. Original name lost.
Age: An infinite agregate.
Gender: irrelevant.
Extra Information: A child which has been gotten. A got kid, if you will. Now part of the Collective of Gotten Kids, this Child, like all kids, has become an infinitely powerful composite being present in any and all gotten children.

To face the gotten child without fear or rescuing intentions is to face the bright emptiness of the unknown abyss and its sole inhabitant the INFERNAL CHILDBEING.

Hider

Name: The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss.
Age: What is age to the infinity of child acquisition and the requisite subsumption of their very essence.
Gender: Beyond Comprehension.
Extra Information:
Known to some merely as 'The Vortex,' The Bright Emptiness of the Unknown Abyss, henceforth referred to as the aforementioned or TBEUA, is a plane of existence in which the Collective of the Gotten Children reside. However, it is above and within, its form transposed around the plane of Universia, wherein Earth and the Sol System dwell. It is the all around, the everywhere but here and there, and even the beyond belief of places, things, concepts, or even names and the divine right of get kid. TBEUA is where kids go when they have been gotten, or where those who were gotten, or are still got, are connected through and to their many counterparts. However, The Vortex is only the Outside of Universia, it is not the Outer Rim, the Outer Outer Side, or the Side without Edges.

It is not even the Place Without Locations. Most of all though, the Vortex of TBEUA is far closer to the inside that is Universia than the unfathomable unplace wherein the aggregate unknowable referred to as the INFERNAL CHILDBEING by the masses.

Anything else one might wish to know is, beyond a doubt, only knowable by the Gotten Kid, as only they and the few Scholarly Magewrights of Tableau(<--incorrect spelling of the acronym TBEUA, which has become a word in its own right). But to know, for most, is to become, or to be getted/gotten.

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Outsider

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Everything was happening so quickly that, even with his senses, he was having a lot of trouble keeping up with the many capes around him and what each was doing in their efforts to slow the advance of the terrifying beast that was Behemoth. He darted back and forth, accelerating and turning far faster in the air than the size of his body would imply was possible. He intercepted blows and dealt back some of his own keeping the beast off guard. However, it couldn’t last forever and the endbringer briefly focused on him. Immediately he detected the shift in his body and in the air around him. A building of tremendous heat and electricity. His entire body tensed, and then he shifted tacts, turning away from Behemoth and accelerating rapidly and continuously as he retreated. Every molecule of his Second Vessel was beginning to boil...except for the core that was. It was still stable. He felt himself using up significant quantities of energy just to keep his form together and that was when his power failed.

Just at the edge of Behemoth’s kill aura, Outsider became a costumed Jake, falling suddenly towards the ground with gradually increasing velocity as gravity remembered to affect him. The sudden shift in form induced nausea and with the fall, it caused him to throw up, the bile and half-digested food falling slower than him. He choked slightly and breathed in sharply as he saw how close to the ground he was getting.

Half-panicking, Jake grit his teeth and closed his eyes, willing himself to change. Closer and closer he got to the ground and soon he knew it wouldn’t matter if he changed forms. He tried, one last time, but instead he only felt a disorienting emptiness followed by a violent, jarring impact as he struck---....

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Evelyn Chambers – Tulpa

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Arriving several miles away from Behemoth and standing upon a skyscraper, Tulpa thanked Cascade and then sat down and closed her eyes.

“I’m going to focus on my projection. If he’s aiming something at us, teleport us both.” She glanced at the woman, opening an eye to see the cape nod.

Good.

Tulpa then turned her full attention to her projection and in doing so became intimately aware with the storm that was the battlefield surrounding Behemoth. Truly it was a spectacle with energy flying every which way and capes equal parts distracting and retreating from the endbringer. She frowned, they ought to all be retreating, but if they felt their powers were sufficient to defend them after her warning, then so be it.

It was their funeral.

As the others struggled against the Behemoth, the Seraph lashed out and pulled at the monster’s attention from every angle, making sure it would have trouble focusing on anything while it was present. High above several layers of clouds were apparent, the first was a cloud of debris and the second were clouds likely conjured by another cape’s powers. Sylph perhaps. Of course, to Tulpa none of that was terribly relevant, for while everyone had bought time, she had bidded hers. After all, there was one particular aspect of the Seraph that she wanted to capitalize on, and she couldn’t do that without time.

Now, she’d had enough of that to truly begin her plan.

Now glowing more brightly than the sun, the Seraph pulled away from its assault of Behemoth and darted up into the choking cloud of debris and beyond, ascending past the gathered cloud cover. Both clouds began to swirl around a central point, flashes of blinding light occasionally revealed amidst their expanse.

Behemoth, for perhaps the first time in the whole fight, briefly stopped moving, craning its head upwards for a brief moment, its various wounds rapidly filling in with denser materials as it healed. This lasted but a moment before its attention moved further away, its gaze aiming directly for Tulpa herself.

She smiled.

Several bolts of lighting, and roiling pillars of fire erupted, cast in her direction.

They never hit. In fact, after the first four buildings, they veered away entirely, pulled upwards into the swirling maelstrom of power where they disappeared in violent flashes of light. Silver light. Behemoth paused and lashed out, an explosion of flames breaking glass and shattering bones even further away than his roars had as it tore apart the clouds above. Debris swirled and collapsed to the earth and the Endbringer turned away, focused again on its destination.

It took one step and stumbled, then another, and found it could not move. Lightning struck at the ground near its feet.

Nothing.

From above descended shocks of lightning, draping down from the dust and smoke of the blast. They touched the beast and pulled.

Behemoth roared and then in a flash of blinding power was completely engulfed by an aura of choking, smothering light. Rings of force briefly blasted outwards from the clashing titans. High above, more clouds gathered, but the debris was not among them, instead it spun lazily in a maelstrom several stories high and three city blocks wide. The twisting storm appeared slow, but beneath the outer layer the materials were spinning at incredible velocity, piercing buildings and chipping away at everything within.

Then a vibration rang out, a sound like an angel singing one perfect note and the storm collapsed inwards all at once, tiny debris shaped into millions of needles no thicker than grains of sand. The projectiles dug through tiny gaps in the regenerating endbringer’s jagged vessel, pushing deep and with rapidly growing force.

Behemoth roared once more, but the needles did not shatter and in fact the only evidence of the sound’s effect was the Seraph’s blinding body fanning out from the force of the noise.

Tulpa smiled. The Seraph moved, its form clearly bigger than it had been at the beginning of the fight, the quantity of threads greater, the solid light of its body more intense, and the range of its telekinesis vastly larger than before. With its movement, violent winds blasted out and then converged around its sinuous limbs, becoming cutting gales. The threads closed in and phased through the needles lodged in Behemoth’s body, making itself a part of them.

Silence.

For a glorious moment there was complete silence, the gale, the fighting, even the crashing of Behemoth totally still, but only for a moment. Light so bright as to eclipse the sun blossomed and then erupted out from every inch of the endbringer’s body. Inhuman flesh was annihilated by the built energy of the entire fight so far and yet as the energy washed over those few capes who had remained, they felt nothing of it. Instead, all they would feel was the gentle touch of fine sand brushing past them.

Far afield, Evelyn gasped, opening her eyes even as she doubled over, clutched her head, and vomited off the roof of the building. Cascade reached out a hand, but stopped.

Seven minutes.

The Ward grit her teeth and swore through the tremendous pain as the projection disengaged from Behemoth with a tremendous pulse of force that pushed the endbringer off balance. However, its strength could not last and so even as its threads reeled back, readying themselves to lash out at the beast once more...it winked out of existence in several flickers before it was replaced by a faint silver silhouette.

Evelyn shuddered and looked up, her head throbbing, her body shaking as all the tension of holding onto the Seraph was all at once gone.

Squinting, her vision blurry, Evelyn tried to discern the damage she had done to the endbringer and without thinking words spilled from her lips.

“Is it over?”

Sounding stunned, Cascade replied, "I--...I don’t know."

A ringing silence was all that followed.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

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Lashing at Behemoth, pulling it, and taking its attention from others, the Seraph occupied the endbringer’s attention fairly often as it thundered ponderously through Denver. Her adrenaline was pumping from the tension and the knowledge that she was making a real difference, fighting something truly anchored in the mores of anarchy, destruction, and evil. However, as they fight continued, she found that the Seraph’s strikes appeared to be losing their effectiveness. It was a gradual thing, but she was paying very close attention, her own senses on the backburner while she managed her projection’s movements. It was as this realization hit her that her own senses blared a warning and she snapped out of her trance. Lightning, a bolt thicker around than her own body, was heading straight towards her. Her eyes widened, she shielded herself reflexively, and took a step back.

She was to be struck down by evil?!?! Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and she shut them tight, denying the reality. The Seraph blurred, moving towards her, but the lightning never struck her. A smile spread over her face. Fate had denied evil its victory...but how? She opened her eyes and stared in shock at the crackling--yet unharmed--form of Alexandria herself. For the briefest moment her facade broke and a mixture of awe and adoration filled her expression, alongside relief.

"I don't know who you are, but you're doing good work. If you can get further back, do it. That's an order."

She gaped and just before the hero of the Triumvirate took off, she managed several stumbled words, "I--I'm Tulpa! Th-thank you!" Her words trailed off slightly near the end as the woman took off, flying in once more to pound Behemoth straight in the face. As one of her literal heroes left Tulpa felt herself regain some of her lost composure, the iron will and determination returning to her. At the same time the Seraph arrived, compelled to protect her and in that moment she counted back. How long had it been active?

At least a few minutes. She had time. Reaching out, a single thread entangled with the material of her hand and she smiled. Her connection reestablished, they shifted their attention back to Behemoth. Noting his trajectory she narrowed her eyes and the Seraph writhed before her. At a disorienting velocity, Evelyn was repositioned further from Behemoth and then promptly abandoned by her projection as she sent it back into the fray.

The mass of solid silver light weaved between every cape present, exuding its enhancing material even as it struck at Behemoth, pushing at him and burning away material where it could. With great frustration apparent, Tulpa grit her teeth and kept at it, even as the endbringer all but ignored her--and everyone else’s--efforts to stop it from reaching PRT Headquarters. So focused was she on that single objective that the Seraph utterly failed to intercept the bolt of lightning that carried on to strike HQ.

She screamed out in fury and as the ground beneath Behemoth melted and the beast fell in, the Seraph slammed itself into him, helping him on his fall backwards. Then came Inkscape and so stunned was she that she actually had the Seraph back off, levitating and flinging itself upwards and clear of the tidal wave of ink.

For several brief moments the local protectorate leader pinned Behemoth down...and then the beast roared. Even as far away se she was, she had to cover her ears, wincing away.

"Shit!" She swore as she saw a flash of light. The Seraph flared and she immediately noticed what had happened. Inkscape had been struck.

Even as little as she had felt for the strange man, she remembered the kindness he had shown towards her when she’d joined the Wards...and later on as well. She remembered the good work he’d done in the city. She remembered his dedication to good and she realized that even if she didn’t like the PRT, he had been a good cape and a good man. Her jaw locked and she felt hot tears roll down her cheeks. Slowly, as Behemoth rose, her gaze shifted through the air and then locked on the endbringer.

The Seraph continued its writhing dance in the sky above, but something almost imperceptible changed about its movements.

Three minutes.

"You’ll pay for that," she muttered. As communications resumed as courtesy of Dragon, Tulpa took a deep breath and activated her communicator. "Tulpa speaking. If possible, a teleporter sent my way would be exceptionally useful." She then cut off comms and as follow-up, the Seraph shifted.

Writhing threads struck out at dust and debris and the projection moved, hovering two-hundred feet above the endbringer. Whenever it struck out with energy or redirected attacks from other capes, the Seraph caught that energy and pulled it in with its many many strands of silver light. Its glow intensified by the second and simultaneously, dust and detritus was pulled high into the air where it was spread out over the area of many city blocks, always with a strand nearby.

"Tulpa speaking. The massive minion above Behemoth is mine. Calling for immediate, but brief, retreat from within a block’s radius of Behemoth. Get out within the next three minutes." She cut off comms again and then activated it once more as an idea struck her.

"Anyone with blaster powers generating energy, fire above Behemoth. At the edge of your range if possible."

While she awaited results, she commanded the Seraph into action and it replied with destructive force. Slamming directly down onto Behemoth it writhed and burnt its way down the endbringer, binding it and the monster in place with the sheer force of its telekinesis. After a few moments it was thrown off, but it hardly cared, using the momentum and turning itself into a high velocity spin, lashing the endbringer with the fury of a million strands of burning, sheering light.

As the Seraph did its work someone arrived, landing on the rooftop with her, having got there via a glowing prismatic portal. Tulpa turned her gaze to the woman and tilted her head momentarily, eyeing the cape’s costume. "Cascade?"

The woman nodded, "Yup, you requested a teleporter. Here I am." Taking a deep breath, Tulpa nodded and then turned, pointing even further away.

"We need to be even further from Behemoth when this goes off...and I need you here just in case he targets me before, during, or after. Can you do that?" Cascade nodded.

"Great. Let’s go," Tulpa replied, satisfied. Cascade closed the distance, took her hand and then a portal formed and they disappeared through it in a single bound.

Cascade

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Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

Chatterbox

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It was something of a drive from the airport to the meeting, but they made it with some time to spare. He made sure to hand off the vehicle to one of his costumed thralls, to make things appear less...suspicious. Of course, they also exited the vehicle out of the direct line of sight in a nearby alley that would serve similarly as a shortcut. He walked the rest of the way, all the while sending out commands and tapcode to his growing, thriving fanbase. Even in these dire circumstances, the thought put a small smile at the edges of his lips. As he arrived alongside the other Jacks people were getting properly situated. He made small talk with some capes, as well as getting updates of who was present. All the while he was careful to keep his power dialed down quite low--even though any thinkers present would have difficulty detecting it. Besides, even if anyone knew the true nature of his power it was unlikely that they knew he could dial it up or down. Similarly, the influence he would gain from this--in the way of capes--would be so miniscule as to be virtually nothing.

Eventually everyone who was likely going to arrive, did so, and the proceedings moved on to the pre-curtain announcement. Legend stepped up and spoke. He listened, though mostly peripherally as he continued giving commands to his people, organizing and helping civilians get to safety...or the nearest thing that could constitute such when considering an Endbringer. When the groups--and their leaders--were pointed out, he frowned. Despite the fact that the truce was in full effect, he had to admit that he did not much like being in such close proximity to the heroes. Especially those in the local Protectorate and Wards, after all, working alongside them very much meant tipping his hand further. He hated the idea of them gathering intel on him that would still remain useful once the truce was called off.

Gritting his teeth, he still submitted once others had moved over to Inkscape’s group. He made sure to stay hidden in the crowd. As they mobilized, he did his utmost to stay away from any of the heroes he could, keeping to the villains when possible. He kept his power at low influence with all the capes nearby and if he felt any abnormal resistance, he stopped trying on those individuals.

However, for anyone beyond the group he was coordinating with, he kept his power dialed up all the way, using it as a locator beacon of sorts. He couldn’t tell the exact location with his power, but he could tell the direction relative to his own person. This, as well as his voice’s ability to calm those who were buried and--on occasion--convince them to explain their situation to better assist them in helping them, were invaluable.

While they worked he noticed something particularly large and eye catching appear above the skyline--though a significant distance away. Only when it moved did he turn his attention its way...except he found that it was not where he’d last thought he’d seen it. Instead, he found it near where he knew Behemoth to be, retreating to a building. He squinted and saw as what appeared to be a person climbed into the midst of its writhing silver form.

“What--no, who in the hell is that?” he wondered allowed as his hand continued its constant tapping on his pager, occasionally altering to one of several to tap out another code. He wondered if anyone even knew the answer to his question.

Shaking his head, he turned his attention back to his job, though he wanted answers, they had more important things to worry on. That in mind, he pointed out another set of civilians and headed there way with several others.

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Outsider

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He’d arrived just on time for the meeting and so it was only a few minutes that he had to wait for others to arrive so the briefing could commence. He took the time to assess those present and the situation at hand. By the rumbling in the earth below he had the distinct sense that it was Behemoth they were faced with. There was no storm and a winged lady hadn’t dropped from the heavens so unless it was something new...it was him: The Hero-killer. Sensing movement in his periphery, he glanced up and noticed that Legend had stepped forwards.

Normally he might have smiled at the sight of the hero, and though it did warm him to know he would be here for this fight, he felt little else beyond a dull resolve and a distant--controlled--fear. Then the hero spoke and it was a cautionary speech. When he mentioned the veterans who had experienced Endbringers before...he stepped forwards. People looked to him and he let them, even though he felt very little from it. Even having used his power to get to the meeting, his emotions were still distant, dull, and nigh unreachable. He endured it to make a difference and when the time came he volunteered himself, moving to stand beside Alexandria.

If he took significant damage he could always switch over to helping rescue civilians.

Then, interrupting any further attempt at thoughts, it came, the thunderous roar that shook the very earth he stood on. He stumbled at the tremors and then rather than catch himself, he jumped and shifted all at once.

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Disorientation, nausea, a world gone mad...spinning, and then a flood of sensation and feeling. His Second Vessel had made its appearance and only the end of its tail had brushed against several people. Turning his senses outwards he shuddered, the sheer noise of Behemoth briefly causing him discomfort. Adjusting somewhat he reoriented, identifying the bio signatures of various important capes around him. Legend, Eidolon, Alexandria and several others--particularly those who would be directly dealing with Behemoth.

”If you can’t take a direct shot, but you can fly or position yourself behind me, do it,” he said, voice ringing out like a hollow echo. He knew that Behemoth could likely kill his Second Vessel if he truly desired, but it wasn’t his real body and...furthermore, if he died to save many others that fate, he would readily do so.

Once everyone had begun moving, he followed, swimming through the air and getting a feel for everything. He was well and familiar with Denver--even with his altered senses--but Behemoth changed things. It had no bio-electricity, which was not to say that he couldn’t detect the endbringer via the energy it gave off. As they approached he felt his skin tingle faintly. That would be Behemoth’s influence...and the radiation, though fortunately his barrier shielded him significantly from both. Hopefully it would stay that way.

As they closed the distance, Outsider found himself shifting between evasive maneuvers, harrying the monstrosity, and tanking what blows he could afford to for the sake of others. His Vessel took damage here and there, barrier falling, fleshing being scoured away, and pain flooding through him...but he managed. His regeneration and barrier protecting him, flesh reknitting and reforming at a startling rate. He’d never been tested so thoroughly, but he was glad that his power worked in this capacity, even if it took a few minutes on occasion to fully regenerate.

Time blurred as the fight continued and with every passing moment he found himself becoming a shield for others more often. Simultaneously he used the time between direct engagements with the endbringer to build up his kinetic blasts. He distracted Behemoth at times and offset him at others where he could. He was careful not to use his blasts unless its attention was elsewhere--and even then they were often dampened or redirected. Then it happened, something huge and highly energetic virtually blinded and deafened him as it slammed into the endbringer. It took several moments for him to fly well away and reorient himself. As the nausea and pain passed he realized that whatever that had been had already backed off...and apparently it had gouged a rather sizable section out of the beast.

If he’d had eyes, they’d have been wide; if a mouth, it would have gaped, but instead he only felt the emotion; awe...and then confidence to match his resolve. Focusing in, Outsider closed the distance and struck at Behemoth, pushing and pulling at him to get him off balance before zipping away and maneuvering through the air to evade assault. With the arrival of this mystery cape, maybe their chances were better than he’d thought.

He sure hoped so.

Yoshua's Character Storage Mark VII

Cassian McAllister “Argent”

Argent

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Name: Cassian, N(orman). McAllister.
Alias: Argent.
Age: 20.
Alignment: Independent Hero.
Loyalty:
Appearance: Cassian stands at 5’9 and weighs 158 lbs with a lean, but faintly athletic build. While he doesn’t look it at rest, there is a sense of calm coordination about his movements. He has gray eyes, with one being faintly blue, especially in the right light. His features are a mixture of aristocratic and soft, giving him a fairly serious and almost entirely severe resting disposition. He cares about style about as much as comfort, resulting in his fashion choices being a mixture of these two. Still, just by looking at him, a person can often tell that he is the sort at the top of his class with something of a chip on his shoulder. He always wears a belt and carries a satchel--and occasionally a backpack if he must. He prefers neutral and calm colors, which show prominently in his wardrobe as a result.

Costume

History:

Hider

Cassian was a sullen, needy child so much so that he could easily have been described as a momma’s boy...which he was, frequently, by his classmates. As time went on he became more withdrawn, deciding that the only way to not be made fun of would be to simply be more independent...to be better. While the bullying--in large part--stopped in the ensuing years, a distance grew between him and the other kids, eventually leading to him being isolated, excluded from most games and activities when possible. His parents, Jane and Harold McAllister, decided to enroll him in the soccer program to give him other people his age to bond and socialize with. It worked and not only did he spread his wings and--slowly--come out of his shell, but he made a real, lasting friend in the form of Mauve.

While his time in the team only lasted a year or so due to funding, the two continued to play soccer together and hangout, sharing stories, food, and as they got older--secrets and insecurities to a degree. They were close and a big part of that closeness came from their mutual competitive spirit. In most things they did together--chess, soccer, racing down the stairs, video games--they competed, with the intention being to drive one another forwards. It fed Cassian like no other relationship had before it. In a way Mauve was his rock in a tumultuous, apathetic stream, something to hold onto and strive for. Somewhere he could go to feel safe amid the rapids. This carried up until high school, though the two did grow as much separately as they did together, with Cassian gaining a new appreciation for math and literature, eventually discovering web design as well. He excelled in school, his grades the highest of his class. He lost sleep in his effort to surpass his peers and meet his unrealistically high standards.

Of course, none of that mattered to him, the only thing that mattered was when Mauve graduated before him and all because he was a year ahead. He didn’t let that stop him, keeping in touch as much as he could while choosing the same college and shooting for the stars--and hitting spectacularly. Only 3 months into his senior year, he finished the rest of the material for the year...before collapsing in exhaustion. Alarmed, his parents tried to pull him out of school or at least force him to calm down, but he wouldn’t...not unless they found a way for him to skip his senior year and graduate.

A few months later it was the new semester for his college of choice, he was enrolled and moved in to the dorm. He was a semester behind Mauve, but at least this way he couldn’t fall any further behind. With the distance bridged, the two resumed almost as if they’d never been apart. Though now in a more adult capacity. Cassian joined a club or three, keeping up with his hobbies of fencing and chess in particular--though he’d largely grown out of his enjoyment of soccer(not that he didn’t play on occasion). As with highschool, he’s did well in college, deciding he’d major in mathematics while taking extra classes. With his own funds--and his parent’s assistance--he managed it all fairly well. With his coding hobby he began pulling in some money, helping classmates and some other clients with small projects here and there. Then, in his second year he met a new friend, Alex, through Chess club. Taking a liking to his observant good natured personality, and tenacity the two got along well enough.

As they played chess more the two grew closer and Cassian taught Alex more of the ins-and-outs of chess their relationship expanded outwards and away from the game, growing into something more than just chess buddies. His investment into chess increased significantly from there on and eventually he found himself and his two closest friends signing up for participation in a tournament with some rather lofty prizes. Specifically a scholarship, which would finally be the thing that put him above the rest once and for all. This in mind he signed up and awaited the coming day, practicing whenever he had time between homework, classes, and the rest.

Finally the day came and they headed to the venue and once they arrived the games began. For the first few matches all was well...until he realized who his last round would be against, someone he’d heard of before. Someone he didn’t think he would have any ability to win against. His spirits fell, but after a brief break he managed to regain his morale, resolving--at the very least--to put up as formidable a fight as he could. As the game went on the landscape shifted and between several moves an idea formed and from it...a strategy. Despite the fact that he was faced with a prodigy, he was winning! There were several turns of unease until it became too late for his opponent to back out of the trap and it was in the ensuing turn that his adversary realized his mistakes. Pleased, Cassian smiled, his victory now a sure thing thanks to the brilliance of his strategy, he could see the defeat in the expression of his opponent and it gladened him.

Trigger

However, before you can really enjoy your victory you’re thrown across the room. You land, knowing you’ll bruise, swearing from the pain and looking around in confusion. It sinks in it’s a bomb. In a flash, all of your confidence, all that hubris is suddenly unfounded. Left reeling mentally, the second--and then third--blasts go off, each one driving home the reality.Your senses focus through the haze and you see your best friends, Alex and Mauve, both clearly injured. Their state only highlights your failure to be and know better than everyone around you. Disoriented you rise to your feet, only to realize there’s nothing you can do. The situation is already too dire and you’re powerless to change it, just like all those years ago...even after all you’ve done, you’re still worthless when it matters. Frozen in place by your own weakness and inadequacy you trigger.

[INSERT POST-TRIGGER SHIZZ]

2 months since trigger (and Behemoth).

Honorable Mentions

He’s had a total of three girlfriends, two in highschool and one in college, none of the relationships lasting more than four months. The first was shallow and manipulative. The second was caring, but “too needy,” (normal, but he didn’t want to give her time) and the third was amazing for two months until she realized some of his deeper issues--which he refused to acknowledge, resulting in the break-up.

Personality

Motivations:

Sexuality: Heterosexual.
Likes:

• Learning.

Dislikes:

Derangement:

Parahumanism

Skills:

Classification: Tinker|Thinker.
Details: As a multitrigger, Cassian possesses three powers, one from his own trigger, and two from those of his clustermates. His primary power is the strongest with the others being significantly less so, though still far from ineffectual. Below are detailed the various particulars of said powers.

Tinker Primary

Cassian’s primary power enables him to create a set of devices that can “record” and then “replay” events. However, rather than simply recording or playing the sound and light of an event, his tinkertech allows him to record all the properties of an occurrence. Once recorded, any effect in a given recording can be isolated and then “played,” which will cause the effect of the recorded phenomena to occur without the circumstances which caused them. As a result of this, most of his tinkertech includes a recording apparatus and a device utilized to play the effects he has refined into playable discs.

Thinker Secondary

One of two lesser, though ultimately still invaluable, powers, Cassian is capable of choosing any individual and viewing the actions they might take in his situation so long as they are not nearby. Someone within the same room or the adjacent rooms--or even apartments as an example--would be unreachable by this ability. Conversely someone several floors or buildings off--and any other distance further--would be easily simulated.

Thinker Tertiary

Last and--though useful--least among his abilities, Cassian is capable of drawing on this thinker power to temporarily mimic the aspects or behavior of someone else. This includes things such as feats of athleticism, guile, accuracy, or even brief--if potent--physical strength.

Limitations: As with the details of his trio of powers, herein lie the various weaknesses and downsides to them.

Tinker Primary

While his tinkertech can enable him to accomplish any number of incredible--typically impossible--things he is very much limited by his methodology and--furthermore--the bent of his powers. Perhaps most notable of his tinker-power’s limitations is the fact that he can only effectively create his “recording” and “playing” apparatus. This is compounded by the fact that he cannot create new effects, even though he is capable of mimicking the effects of virtually anything he records. Furthermore, his tinkertech must integrate silver into its design as an essential material--the more silver the better. The more silver he integrates into the design of his creations, the more stable, effective, and generally reliable they tend to be, with the inverse being just as applicable. Beyond this, for reasons unknown, his power has a strong focus on combat, making it significantly easier for him to make things that would assist him in such situations. It should be noted, as well, that he cannot hybridize or otherwise fabricate effects, instead relying on previously recorded “data” to create things. As a result this means that he cannot truly make anything new, only mimic things he has seen in the past.

Thinker Secondary

While this power can simulate the hypothetical actions of a person in his circumstances, it cannot be copied by his tinker power and furthermore is limited by proximity making it sadly impossible for him to use it to predict the actions of others during combat encounters...unless he is significantly far away during them. Beyond this it is worth knowing that he is somewhat vulnerable during his use of this power as it causes the simulation and reality to intersect. Though he is able to largely discern the simulation from reality it still leaves him distracted and unfocused with it taking longer for him to adjust if he uses the power for longer periods of time.

Thinker Tertiary

While potentially potent in a pinch, Cassian’s second thinker power is rather difficult in the longterm as he has found that it is only possible to tap into a given person once...ever. This is without mentioning that the duration of the effect is rather short, though it varies significantly he has noticed that mimicked mental or behavioural traits tend to last longer than physical ones.

Typically mental traits will last around 7-10 minutes with those closer to his own lasting on the longer side than those that are further away from things he is capable of. Physical traits on the other hand last even less time, tending towards 5 minutes or less, making them significantly useful, but still quite fleeting at best. Feats of this nature that are less possible for him fade faster than those that are closer to his own abilities. Lastly, he is only capable of copying natural human skills and abilities much to his chagrin.

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She had scoped things out and set her projection--with mover powers--to evacuate as many people as possible as quickly as she could. She’d done it from the very top of the PRT building so she had seen when capes had begun to arrive on scene. Roughly five minutes before the speech, when most people who were coming had arrived, Evelyn finished the final run with her projection. She’d gotten her parents out and she’d called them too. Having kept careful track of time she used her remaining minutes to do very cursory scans of the capes below. She barely focused on individuals, instead picking up on trends and getting a general sense of powers. A sense so vague that it was almost unhelpful. When she felt her projection become available, it manifested immediately, taking the form of something large and bird-like. She hoped on its back, and parts of it split away and clutched at her as other powers interacted to keep her safe and unaffected by what would usually be a disorienting fall.

So it was that she swooped in dramatically, flying over the capes, before her projection landed and deposited her gently on the ground. She kept her distance from the crowd and dismissed her projection. It took mere seconds for it to become available, but she didn’t use it. Looking at all these heroes...and even villains was...something. She frowned and a cold pang of numb loss pulsed through her chest, causing her to grit her teeth. This moment, in the past, would have been awe inspiring, exciting--if grave--but now...she just felt cold.

Intentionally, she stayed out of sight from her team, instead gingerly scanning those she hadn’t touched on before. SHe was discovering new limits to her projection and her thinker power. The pressure was mounting and would continue to do so if she didn’t ‘refresh’ her projection between large quantities of scans.

Legend began speaking and she shifted her attention to listen. Serious, daunting words for an intimidating situation. Fighting a threat that none of them had encountered before--barring those who had fought endbringers in the past. It made sense. Play to your strengths, be careful, don’t get cocky. The message was clear enough. Things progressed and she manifested her projection as a small, lightweight flying serpent. It flitted between capes, snatched up a communicator from Lillian, and then disappeared back into the crowd, before making its way back to her. She grabbed the device and affixed it in the same moment that the projection demanifested.

The silver silhouette of her tulpa’s shadow glowed faintly in the aftermath and she took a deep breath, before letting it out slowly. As the air left her lungs she tried to relax and in doing so something else clicked for her. The silver light of her power expanded...growing and growing until it encompassed the whole area. She got a flash of a blinding headache before dialing back and avoiding contact or focus on certain capes. The pain eased.

Her eyes already closed, she felt a smile spread across her face as she returned her breathing to normal. Patterns and twisting geometries faded and shifted through her mind’s eye as she began honing in on the powers whose mechanics seemed most helpful to her.

Alexandria. Legend. Outsider. Messiah. Charm. Blastmaster. Protean. Unknown(Metanoia). Lamprey. Abaddon. SWARM. Mire. Sylph. Unknown(Chivalry). Sonika. Guardian Angel. Unknown(Fractal King). Unknown(Bear cape). Noble. Hermes. Cascade. Furnace. Salem. Unnamed Mover.

She set to it, immersing herself in the process while others pared off from the group.

Power Analysis

Alexandria:
Single phase temporal matter lock. Adaptive limit. Offloaded consciousness. Focus, enhanced retention and processing. Null Gravity. Limit, personal. Focus, Physiological modifier, enhanced resistance; strength; locomotion.

Legend:
Open connection. Altered state; photonic font. Limit, psychological degradation. Focus, enhanced visual acuity; photonic blast generation; lightwave locomotion; physiological repair and absorption. Variation--Photonic Blast: Effect and trajectory modulation control.

Charm:
State-entanglement object anchoring. Limit, distance degradation. Focus, shared state. Drastic physical enhancement. Focus, durability, regeneration, strength.

Blastmaster:
Focus initiated combustion generation. Limit, visual/awareness. Control Mechanism, Intent. Automatic force dampening. Blast effect variability.

Unknown(Metanoia)
Bio-mechanical mutative regeneration. Limit, flesh generation rate; range; physical law. Out-of-phase to in-phase organic material integration. Enhanced physiological awareness and control.

Lamprey:
Contact-initiated matter annihilation. Limit, range; effect travel. Enhanced physical resistance and strength. Limit, temporary; doubled physiological capacity.

Abaddon:
Altered state: Shifted physical composition. Focus, enhanced resistance. Limit, fragility. Awareness-initiated neuro-physiological response. Destructive expanded autonomy. Limit, range; inorganic material; control. Modifier: Escalation. Limit, form lock--damage threshold; Neural-synchronization delay.

SWARM:
High precision expanded autonomy. Limit, range; mass-weight threshold. Enhanced processing.

Mire:
Altered state: Gas--Solid state modulation. Hallucinogenic fear proliferation. Limit, range; gas generation rate. Offloaded consciousness. Control Method; neurological intent. Expanded awareness. Bound limit: Proliferated material.

Unknown(Chivalry):
Contact-initiated phase modulation. Limit, inorganic. Focus, material severance. Shard-access ~ Enhanced predictive knowledge. Limit, time; variable reliability.

Forced-shard synchronization. Alternate dimension-shift manifestation. Control method: Neurological/vocal command. Limit, control; personal. Error--paradox creation. Error Correction: Swift physical degradation. Death-initiated forced-shard integration. Limit, Personal--alternate.

Sonika:
Gaseous material manipulation. Control method: Neurological. Limit, range. Minorly enhanced processing.

Unknown(Fractal King):
Altered state: Awareness-initiated form transcendence. Focus, size, durability, and strength enhancement. Limit, witness-based enhancement variable; material requirement. Form shift error. Bystander neurological connection, rapid memory degradation.

Unknown(Bear):
Single minion generation and control. Limit, control. Minion--personal integration. Enhanced physical resistance, strength, and speed. Awareness integration.

Cascade:
Time-space breadth compression. Focus, locomotion; enhancement. Limit, quantity. Passage-initiated momentum alteration; object-individual enhancement.

Salem:
Geothermal thermal imbuement. Limit, range; control. Time-space breadth compression. Limit, geothermal trajectories. Enhanced thermal resistance.

Unknown Mover:
Time-space breadth compression. Limit, range; organic material. Shifted and enhanced awareness|processing.

Messiah:
Protective absorption. Focus, energetic. Physical limiter. Control appropriation. Non-adaptive control method. Upwards limit, irrelevant. Dimensional access. Energetic storage method: Dimensional. Access threshold: Neural interfacing. Ranged application.

Protean:
Physiological alteration: Cellular Transmutation. Limit, personal; template based; static mass. Control method, neural-based, shard interpretation. Backloaded consciousness processing. Limit, Physical anchor required~~Brain~~

Outsider:
>>>~Offloaded consciousness. Joint anchor. Terminal link.

Prime Vessel: Activation Trigger access. Altered behavioral patterns. Neural path chimerization. Transdimensional interchange.

Second Vessel: Activation Trigger access – Host. Augmented automaton. Sensory input: Electromagnetic|Sonic stimulus. Vocal Output: Extra dimensional phase. Specialized physiology: Transmutive conduit. Accelerated matter appropriation. Hyperdense multi-phase core. Focus: Kinetic energy. Redirection: Defense. Offense. Propulsion. Charge: Solar. Control Method: Shard offloading via-Second Vessel – Full-spectrum embodiment.

Guardian Angel:
Altered State: Physiological alteration. Transdimensional mass vampirism/modulation. Focus: Durability. Enhanced physical output. Expanded form: Wings(2). Sight-initiated neurochemical tampering.

Sylph:
>>>~Maladapted shard. Synchronization error. Error correction success: 85%.
Non-standard anatomy: Metal-composite dermal layer. Homeostatic reduction. Thermal retention. Expanded physicality: Wing Pair(2). Tail. Digit weaponization: Successful. Error—Increased bear weight. Correction: Physical alteration – Enhanced strength, speed, physical awareness. Metallic layer, dermal shedding/manipulation. Shard-bud detected – Power expansion: Atmospheric pressurization. Modifier: Escalation. Limit: Focus.

Noble:
Physical alteration; Phased mass, back-loaded respiratory function. Sub-dermal dimensional phase gas reservoir. Release method: Dermal Pores. Control schema; neural, muscular, dermal interfacing. Intuitive knowledge: Gases. Extended awareness. Limit: Auto-generated gases. Control Limit: Range.

Hermes:
Time-space breadth compression. Static spatial reduction. Shard-host sync error. Limit: Host physiological deterioration. Waypoint queuing. Physical augmentation: Three-fold physiology. Travel mechanism: Sub-dimensional extraplanar phase shifting. Shard sync error: Broken limiter – Warning, possible material intermingling. Shard sync error-correction: Imposed limit – Prerequisite ~ Host destination awareness.

Furnace:
Dimensional phase thermal manifestation. Control schema: Neural|Shard backloading. High Precision. Physical alteration: Locked homeostatic equilibrium. Dual-phased physicality. High precision dermal temperature modulation.

Captain Morales:
One-way Neuro-chemical brain-to-brain interfacing. Ego-jacking. Control schema: Neural. Limit: Range.

Briefly her head swam and throbbed faintly, but the pain faded and with it the disorientation as the information organized in her mind, allowing her to focus anew. The silver light of her power expanded further, becoming millions of strands of ghostly light. At a thought the strands shot outwards from a central point, startling many, but impacting none as the shadow of light transposed itself with every material it could manage.

Stone; Lead; Silver; Steel; Iron, Glass; Plastics (of many sorts); Crystal; Flesh; Bone; Sand; Soil; Fire; Air; Water; Electricity; Light; Cloth; Wood; Rubber; Foam... and the list just kept going. A smile played across her features and she snapped her fingers. The light of her projection retracted all at once into something the size of a pinprick, before expanding back outwards again.

Again it became as threads of silver light, weaving into something greater.

‘Give me something that can fight him. Give me something that can hold him off and bolster those around me. Make it strong, make it fast, make it deadly and inspiring.’

She started interweaving and locking in physical traits, assigning layers to them. She took the positive properties of each material the silver shadow had gathered and she combined them, casting aside many of their failings in the process. Then, finally, as the silhouette of wavering strands formed in the air above her--towering in height--she switched gears.

Her brow furrowed and the muscles in her neck stood out as she focused, grinding her teeth without realizing, clenching her fists without notice as she tried combinations of powers--failing and failing till she found ones that worked.

Gradually she started relaxing, but it was incremental. By the time she opened her eyes--her mind thrumming with a mixture of tension and power--almost every other cape had departed the scene. She wasn’t sure how long it had been exactly, but she could hear the sounds of destruction and battle in the distance alongside the roars of Behemoth.

Turning towards Behemoth she watched for a moment, accessing the situation.

The final power spooled out in her mind and then wound tightly into an intricate multi-faceted formation that she would have found impossible to describe. It was beautiful.

Permanent altered state: Three-phase temporal physiological matter lock. Transdimensional mass compression. Focus, durability; malleability. Minion--personal integration. Transmutive Regeneration--triple modifier: Absorption conduit. Awareness-initiated transcendent escalation. Null gravity. Limit, personal. Focus multiplier: Wholesale physiological enhancement. Material font. Limit, Personal. Focus, survivability. Exotic energy proliferation. Limit, impersonal. Focus, Wholesale enhancement; Enhanced processing and confidence. Enhanced physical resistance and speed. Phase modulation. Limit, personal. High precision expanded autonomy. Focus, variable|Effect modulation. Limit, range; inorganic; energetic. Storage method: Internal dimensional matrix. Space-time breadth compression. Limit, impersonal; range(short);.organic; interval.

She took a deep breath and then gestured forwards, palm up and in a brilliant flash the silhouette of light resolved into something truly otherworldly. Possessing barely any physical form to speak of, the tulpa’s visage was almost impossible to parse, but its power...that was palpable. It was a silver mass of slowly undulating threads composed of silver light that were somehow both ethereal, solid, and fluid all at once.

The girl who had conjured it smiled up at her creation--and the expression held more warmth than perhaps she had expressed or held for her own team for quite some time. She stepped forwards and the featherlight threads caught her steps as she walked upwards on it into the air as it hovered like some kind of eldritch seraph.

Her eyes shone and she knew that was what she’d call it. The Seraph.

Silver light wove itself around her and she disappeared into the gently writhing mass of ethereal threads. The Seraph began to float slowly towards Behemoth and the world around it seemed to push and bend away from it as if affected by an unseen inexorable weight. As it moved, threads of light converged with her body and became entwined, shifting phases and becoming one with her flesh. Her senses expanded and over the surface of every strand of light a prismatic display pulsed outwards.

Together the Seraph and its master turned their gaze upon Behemoth. The world around them trembled--glass rattled, buildings shook, the ground cracked beneath their might, the air froze and then became a chaotic gale, and then their voice rang out.

"Behemoth chose the wrong city."

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In the next moment a blur of liquid light slammed into Behemoth with all the ferocity of a lightning bolt. Threads of light intertwined and unfurled faster than could be easily followed before the mass shot back--threads making contact with buildings and even the air itself before it moved and resolved into what could barely be called the silhouette of a monolithic figure.

Those who had been between its position and destination were unmarred and utterly unaffected by its passing, in fact they might even notice that they felt stronger...sharper.

Where it had struck the Endbringer there was a massive gash, its crystalline flesh shattered, burned, and sheared away.

From afar Tulpa smiled, "Hero-killer? Not in my fucking city."

At that the Seraph once more wrapped her in its protective embrace.

Together again, they blurred and the fight resumed from afar, but a moment having passed.

While no one listened...a countdown silently rang out.

Ten seconds.

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♦ Age: GM was ~3 years ago, so keep that in mind if you want a character who triggered before the end of the world.
♦ Loyalty: Are you a member of the Wards, the local villain team, or independent?
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