The resurrection wasn't really anything I planned on using too much. Like, ideally, DIO won't kill anyone at all. He'll only use it to create zombie minions if he comes across innocent bysanders to kill. Or if any evil PC's want to join DIO's team they can, I guess.
As for the time stop, I am really considering how the other players feel here. If a PC vs PC fight happens I'm not just gonna have DIO up and smash people's heads in like a cheesy loser. Especially since things can go wrong with that, like getting cut in half by a lightsaber or thrown around by force powers. Like a force barrier for example would still be up even in stopped time. I'll also try to be as clear as possible in my descriptions of what happens within time stop, and also, what the people who cannot stop time would see. I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm not going to power game, I didn't pick DIO because he could potentially just use time stop and kill people. I like DIO because of his personality and him shouting ZA WARUDO, or using his Time Stop to like, move people to the bottom of staircases. I just want you to know that if you do end up accepting DIO, I'm not gonna use him to ruin other people's fun. The end goal is for someone to kick his ass and throw him into the sunlight.
I assumed other people can't see The World, but we could change that. I guess to other people it would just be the power to use telekinetic blasts on one person at a time.
Okay, here he is. I am down for nerfing him, I do want him to Bite the Dust. But I think even at his high power level, he could be defeated by the characters already present. You mentioned Thanos level villain powers in the OP so I thought I would give that a go with one of if not my number one favorite villain of all time. And I want somebody to shut him up, hopefully by blowing him into little tiny pieces, or whatever doom he has in store for him that he 110% deserves.
I will be leaving for college in a few minutes here, but I'll be back online later today.
Name: Dio "DIO" Brando Appearance: Series of origin: Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Part 3: Stardust Crusaders Personality: DIO is a narcissistic, sadistic, pure evil egomaniac. Granted the gifts of a god complex and insanity after spending one hundred years in the bottom of the ocean, DIO exists to conquer the world and those who live in it. He truly believes that he is the ultimate life form and that he should rule simply because all others are inferior to him. He extracts joy from hurting and killing others. When not cackling maniacally, he is a charismatic leader, a wicked savior who manipulate the down-trodden into joining his nefarious cause, promising them power and wealth. He is sauve, sensual, and a bizarre sense of dry humor during the rare moments when he has his guard down. Personal connections are rare, if not non-existant for him. Only a select few people see DIO as little more than their dark lord, or an evil bastard who needs to be put down. He is unbelievably arrogant and will toy with those he believes to be beneath him. Despite how lowly the vermin around him seem to be, he also wants to be loved, feared, and respected by them.
Abilities:
In the late 19th Century, a young man named Dio Brando, determined to gain the riches that eluded his father, dons an ancient stone mask that turns him into a blood-sucking vampire. The powers granted to him are as follows;
1. Regeneration
It is nearly impossible to kill DIO with direct physical violence. Limbs severed can be re-attatched, or even commanded to move on their own. Holes, no matter how massive, can be reformed. Once a limb is severed though, it can only be reattatched, not reformed. His weak point is the brain, but even that is difficult to destroy. Only with complete annihilation of the head can DIO be rendered immobile. Nothing else will suffice. The other way to prevent regeneration is sunlight. Whether direct, natural sunlight, or simulated sunlight like UV rays, or sunlight derived from magic. Fire is also somewhat effective, slowing his regeneration powers. He is capable of being incinerated, but the final blow must be applied with sunlight. Death by sunlight is not instantaneous, but it is very fast, and is paralyzing in it's agony. Only when attacked by sunlight or it's derivatives can DIO feel pain. Wounds from conventional weaponry are of no concern to the vampire.
His regeneration powers are powerful, but they do have limits. DIO needs blood in order to regenerate. He can use his own blood, but that tends to run out quickly when severed limbs are involved. So he must take the blood of humans in order to fully regenerate.
2. Super strength DIO has super strength, able to punch clean through concrete with ease. Weights of up to 50 tons are of no object.
3. Levitation DIO can levitate from a standing position, and rise in elevation up to ten or so feet from where he launched up. He must come down after a couple of minutes. He cannot use it to cancel momentum already built up. Any contact from outside forces forces him to land.
4. Body Control DIO has total control over every element of his body. He is ageless. His hair follicles can stretch and harden to become lethal wires, and so can the very veins that make up his body. He can cancel the bloodflow in his arms and use his vampiric bloodflow to make any part of his body freezing cold, enough to deal serious damage to anyone who touches him. He can concentrate blood through his pupils to fire lazers capable of burning through stone, but is blind while doing so.
5. Undead Plague DIO can resurrect the dead. When they are resummoned they become under his control. He can inject his blood into people like a poison. As long as he has a fresh supply of blood he can create as many minions as he wants. A normal infected human is slightly stronger, and gain limited forms of body control. The more powerful a minion was when they were alive, the more powerful they are when they are a zombie. People who follow DIO willingly into undead servitude retain all of their powers when they were alive, plus the abilities of being a vampire, though they won't know how to use them.
Stands are the physical manifestation of the soul and of one's fighting spirit. In many ways, they are the truest form of any give individual, their willpower made manifest. There are a few ways to manifest a Stand. One can be simply born a Stand User, and have one from a young age or one that only manifests as they grow older. One can manifest a Stand by simply being of high enough willpower or skill that the Stand appears. Or, there are certain objects of power within the world that grant people a Stand, if they can survive the process. DIO acquired his Stand sometime during his stay at the bottom of the ocean, stewing in his own hatred and narcissism until it manifested. Only those with a Stand can see a Stand. Every Stand is unique and has their own power, varying in strength from detrimental to insanely powerful. DIO's Stand, which he named The World, is one of the most if not the most powerful in existance. Any damage taken by a Stand is reflected onto the user. Stands can pass through solid objects given their ghostly form, and also float in mid air. Generally Stands can only move a small distance from their user, and most users cannot see through the eyes of their Stand.
All Stands manifest a personality of their own, but most of the time it is an exact copy of the User's with some slight variations. In DIO's case, The World is an entity who derives pleasure from hurting others and wants to conquer all. The only difference is, it keeps it's mouth shut and doesn't talk unless DIO tells it too. Most Stands behave this way, and are bound to their users. DIO and The World share the exact same goals and they are the same entity with the same thoughts and beliefs, which is the most common form of a Stand's personality to take.
1. Stop Time DIO can use his stand to stop time. Within the stopped time, he can effect and is effected by the environment when in stopped time. For example, if he throws an object, depending on how hard he threw it, it will travel for a short distance before coming to a stop. DIO's stopped time grants him five seconds of movement. Seconds is a strange way of thinking about it. But moving within stopped time is mentally taxing, and after five seconds of actions time resumes. Potentially DIO could stop time for hours if he didn't move or do anything, but only five seconds of actual actions such as walking and punching are available to him. Anything in the environment can still harm him, for example, if he stopped time while standing in the sun, he would still burn to death. Stop Time also has a recharge time. He can stop time every 25 seconds or so. The more he uses Stop Time, the more fragile his Stand becomes until it can be shattered in a single punch.
2. Super Strength and Speed
The World can punch very fast, and can move fast enough to catch and deflect bullets in mid air. It's strength mirrors DIO's own. The World can move independantly of DIO within a range of 10 meters.
3. Durability The World can withstand a signficant amount of punishment, but it is more brittle than DIO. When the World sustains damage, so does DIO. DIO can actually withstand more damage than the World, which is only because of his vampiric powers. So while the World is more durable than most Stands, it is actually DIO's weak point. The only way to damage a Stand is with a Stand of one's own, though, as they can choose to become immaterial, or only make certain parts of their body intangible.
Weapons and equipment: Many knives. He has like, 50 knives. I don't know why. Character alignment: Neutral Evil. While he thrives in chaos, his ultimate goal is domination, and the achievement of ultimate power. His thirst for power and blood is never ending.
Other: This is DIO during the events of Stardust Crusaders. His arch enemies haven't quite made it to where he lives yet, but are still on the way to destroy him. DIO is a very powerful villain, but I am joining this RP with the intention of him getting his ass kicked So while I would like his defeat to be well earned, I do want it to happen. I think there are plenty of ways to defeat him, especially with the entire body of human fiction to draw upon. I am going to collaborate on this front with whoever crosses paths with him. In some ways he is a Thanos level villain. In other ways, he can't go outside without dying for 12 hours of the day.
I am interested in joining for sure! I will probably get a character sheet up in the next few days. Most likely two characters. Both of them will be villains, I think villains are going to be very fun for this RP. They can fight good guys and other bad guys, and if they die, I won't feel bad. That way I can throw them under the bus and have them fall into a volcano or something.
Chloe nodded at the comrade frenchman and gave him a wave as she travelled to the foreign agent.
After seemingly being admonished Chloe quirked her head to the side, a gesture of admittance. "Fair enough." She said, still smiling. Nonetheless their liason informed them of their objective anyway. It had been a few hours, and it's not like it was written down anywhere. She exhaled smoke, briefly tapping her cigaratte onto the dirt, before sticking it back between her lips. The music had already faded the moment she got off the plane. She stuck her hands back in her leather jacket pocket and moved the two halves around in an idling motion. While she doubted the feeling was mutual, Chloe liked Lilliane already. She looked like an independant person, no nonsense, and could get shit done. Her fashion was unorthodox, something that seemed to be common with affiliates of the Speedwagon foundation. Chloe couldn't exactly wear her outfit around town, but out here people were allowed to express themselves more. Another reason she could never fit in with a real army. Lilliane was also pretty, especially her unusual amber eyes. She also had a timeless look about her, but Chloe guessed that she was in her thirties.
"Alright, sounds good," Chloe said, considering the plan. "My name's Chloe Bridgette Cakebread-Yonaka. Most people call me annoying, but Chloe's easier to say." She introduced herself to the as of yet nameless foreign agent infront of her, hoping that the blonde-haired woman would reciprocate. As she spoke, she noticed the temperatue here was significantly warmer than where she had just been. Removing her leather jacket she tied it around her waist. While it was somewhat visible with her jacket on, the intricate cherry tree design that flowed up her left side was more plainly visible now that she was just in her white crop top.
"I'm followin' your lead, Miss," She said, gesturing with an open palm toward Lilliane. Her words trailed off, allowing an easy spot for the foreign agent to insert her name and introduce herself to the crew.
Natalia struggled within the armor, the effort causing her to grit her teeth as she pushed against the force. But the odds began to tip in the humanoid-warrios favor. With the help of some nearby allies, the spider was losing it's grappling contest. And a well aimed spear penetrated the woman-spider's skull and send her screeching to her death. Victory was theirs.
But no sooner could Natalia consider their next move did the floors beneath them began to crack and give. They plunged into dark oblivion. Natalia was confident she would be able to survive a considerable drop, but fortunately for those around her they landed in water not long afterwards. The Powered Armor made a tremendous splash and it quickly sank to the bottom. Fortunately, it was only about halfway beneath the surface and she stepped foot onto land. The armor was damaged, but her readouts were blank. That would have to be fixed. During whatever event transported her here the powered armor was completely rebooted, something that hadn't happened since it was first built. She would need to take a moment to do so.
In the mean time, ABI needed to come online, which should be doable from within the Powered Armor's chest. The armor stood blankly on land, staring at nothing, arms at it's sides. The engineer inside mostly detatched from it, moving her head away from the eyes. Sitting back, she looked for a panel. The inside was well lit, thanks to the light blue glow of her artificial heart. The inside was comfortable enough to move around in once detatched from the limb rigging, but Natalia's leg was mostly immobile. However the part for her bad leg was completely sealed off. Only a person with a missing leg could operate the machine, since all three limbs needed to be inside their respective sockets in order for manual control to occur. Opening a panel she began to work to bring on the Powered Armor's AI. Having quickly surveiled the environment, she surmised it was worth the risk for now to retract into the suit. Besides, it would take only a moment to get back into battle position, and the Powered Armor was still hooked into the base of her skull via the subdermal implant. Currently, she and the Powered Armor were seeing the same thing in their minds eyes. The Powered Armor was an extension of herself.
In a matter of moments, ABI would be online. For now though, the armor was once again a statue, with Natalia hid invisibly inside.
De'kae, the Druid
Kay didn't move except for that of the whims of gravity. Her expression remained that of a deep, trouble sleep as she ragdolled onto the water's surface, submerging with a slap. There was a brief moment where the water threatened to enter her lungs, but was luck or design would have it, a large chunk of rock hit the surface and pushed the unconscious Druid Elf onto the shore. Soaking wet, hair stuck to her face, long ears drooping onto the sand, De'kae lay on her side, wetly rasping. The blood had been washed from her wounds, which were now pink instead of vibrant red.
A moment passed, and De'kae began to spurt out water from between her lips, coughing miserably. Retching, Kay rose to her hands and knees and crawled a few more feet onto the beach before falling down once again. Rolling onto her back she breathed in deep, holding back a sob. Throwing the hair out of her face she glanced around to groggily take in her new environment. Though she wasn't paying much attention to what was there as much as what wasn't. The spider-beast was gone. What a horrifying experience, she thought. Her heart was staggering back to beating a million miles a minute but for now the danged had passed. Flopping back down onto her back she place a hand on her heart and tried to regain her breathe. The darkness at the edges of her vision had vanished. She had survived, for now. Her memory was barely there. There was the spider. A brief, gravitiless sensation, impact, then blackness. Something hot. Then, something wet. Now she was on the beach.
"Great Mother Tree..." She exclaimed in a language unknown to anyone in the group, the tongue of her homeland.
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
@Scribe of Thoth I think Emiliya might have something in common with Leo via the arts. Maybe Emiliya could get into painting or something. Just, you know, Emiliya isn't exactly the best person in the world, so if you'd rather your character have some real friends that's cool too, lol.
let me know if there's anything i need to change or add
Leela Malviya
Gender: Female Age: 22
Height: 5'6 Weight: 124 lbs
Occupation: Part Time Barista, Law School Student
Background
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
Leela was born to immigrants from India. Her mother and father were very well off there and wanted to seek more fortune in the Land of Opportunity. They had already amassed quite amount of wealth ontop of the money they had already inherited from their parents before them. Members of the upper class, they left it all behind. Leela is an American citizen, and she can fluently speak Indian and English, with the proper natural accents for both, a true bi-lingual person.
Pressure was on Leela from a young age. Her parents were incredibly successful. Some of it was self-imposed, Leela didn't just want to be seen as the rich girl riding on the coatails of mommy and daddy. So she worked extra hard. She could have gotten into Law School on scholarships alone, but she didn't need to worry about money either. Leela went to a private school and always had access to the highest level of education.
Resources
Luxury Vehicle Lawyer Mother Real Estate Tycoon Father Money Smart Phone Purse Weird Occultist Uncle Minor Celebrity Sister
Crimes
A drunk driving case in defence of a man who was sitting in the driver seat drunk in a parking lot when he was rearended by a grandma.
A civil case in regards to landlords allegedly unjust eviction of lower income tenets.
Emilia Elembayev does not consider herself a violent person. But she has an odd fascination with the macabre, one that goes beyond what others may consider healthy. Doesn't everyone have urges to inflict pain on others and find out what makes things tick? These urges have remained hidden throughout her life. Emily is used to keeping her truest self locked away from others.
This small, dark core is buried. She has built an identity for herself despite earlier troubles. Emily is a confident, ambitious, intelligent woman that is quick to make an impression on those she meets. Manipulative is one word for her, though she prefers to call herself socially effecient. Besides, manipulative has a negative connotation that Emilia believes is unwarranted. She does not exhibit a dislike for her fellow humans, she finds them fascinating and interesting and wants them to like her. Who doesn't want to be liked? Emilia is protective of her public image and wants to be respected and appreciated.
Emiliya is a confident, self-assured woman, but when her ego or image is threatened she gets angry. Immediately she will try to put the threat down in a cruel verbal takedown. If this fails she will flounder and retreat, but if somehow this is prevented she can become potentially violent. While this anger can come quickly it doesn't subside nearly as fast, and Emiliya holds a vindictive grudge against those who cross her.
Emiliya can also become fixated on certain things to an obsessive degree. Whether it be winning the affections of someone, destroying her enemies, or seeing where a street cat meanders off too. While she is an astute observer of the environment around her, every once in a while particular thing will capture her attention and she will have the desire to fully explore or possess it.
This all being said, most people will never know the extent of Emily's many quirks. Most of the time she is a amiable, assertive, and maybe a little too mean sometimes college student.
【 SKILLS 】
. First Aid, Human Anatomy . Investigation and Perception . Lying and Detecting Lies . Charisma . Creative Fiction
【 PARANORMAL EXPERIENCE 】
A few weeks ago she was walking to her dorm when something caught her eye. A person was standing perfectly still, holding something behind their back and faciing Emiliya, though she couldn't tell if he was looking at her or not. There was an itch on the back of her neck and immediately Emiliya knew that this curious person would be the focus of her attention for a while. She sat down and pretended to text on her phone while stealthily sneaking peaks at the statue-esque man. He didn't move for five minutes, and no other students were around. Eventually she got up and began to walk over to him only for him to finally begin moving. With stilted strides he turned around. He was still obscuring the thing he was holding, having moved it to his front. That was annoying.
Eventually he turned a corner down an alleyway. After a few seconds Emiliya summoned her courage and the itch drove her forward. Turning the corner to a dead end alleyway, the man had vanished entirely. Only there was evidence to his existence, something that still gives Emiliya wonderous chills to this day. An ornate lockbox...floating five feet in the air, perfectly still. Emiliya cautiously, painfully slowly approached and plucked the thing out of the air. It was gold and obsidian, and she couldn't open it. It weighed practically nothing. With no sign of the stranger she stuffed the thing away in her backpack and hurried home. The lockbox still sits in a drawer in her dormitory. Quite often she returns to it and wonders if she should break it open, but something tells her she shouldn't.
【 BIOGRAPHY 】
Emiliya used to pick on small animals as a child. She enjoyed scaring them or throwing rocks at them or kicking them. It made her feel strong and superior and she liked seeing the different ways they all reacted to something so incomprehensible. The way a squirrel chittered and flailed after getting hit by a rock. The way a hill of ants went into a panicked frenzy as an uncaring goddess squashed them because she could. This all culminated in her capture and killing of a muskrat as she experimented on it. Guilt punctured her fun though, and the eight year old didn't do something like that again.
She never liked her parents. Or maybe they never liked her. From Emiliya's perspective it didn't matter. Growing up in a small town in Russia, she felt trapped. Her mother and father were boring and dull and religious. Her mother was a spineless, cowardly drunk and her father was an angry, thick-headed pig. They stewed in their own failures. Worst of all, they liked her older sister better. Pined over her. She was so talented, funny, confident. Well behaved. She wasn't odd, quiet, and turbulent like Emiliya. Her older sister would save them all. They would live vicariously through her success. That didn't matter. Emiliya played the part until she turned 17. School was her only solace. There her talents were recognized. There she could gain the respect of her teachers and peers. Her older sister was too old to be in her schools so she could exist outside of her shadow. Academic success came easy, and so did the admiration of her peers. Though every once in a while they spurred her by mentioning how famous her up and coming celebrity-singer of a sister was...But they learned that she could make them feel worse about themselves. So they stopped. One night she quietly announced her departure, and perhaps her parents didn't think she was serious. Perhaps they didn't hear her, or it didn't recognize in their minds until she was gone. That night she vanished from the lives of those who had raised her. They didn't matter. She had scholarships, and marketable skills. She would forge her own path. Her academic credentials alone were enough to get her inside. Eventually the name on those scholarships- Andrea Totsky- the little weakling- would be forgotten. She would say she went by Emily. Two years later and no one calls her Andrea. She is Emiliya, a new woman. Socialite, scientist, do-gooder.
As far as the people of Sonina knew, Emiliya was a native. Infact she came from a town not too far from Sonina that was even more backwater than this one. Still she picked up on the traditions of Sonina quickly to ingratiate herself, and the surreal charm of the town has her enraptured. This is a place full of discovery, something brimming just beneath the surface. A small town, yes, perhaps nothing more than a launching point of her upcoming long and bountiful career. But an interesting launching point at that. One that demands to be explored and conquered. An interesting town with an interesting people. The Shadows...fascinating. Emiliya has never been a believer in the supernatural before, but she finds herself more and more convinced by the day. The aura of this town is infectious. Sonina. Her adopted hometown.
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