Hello everyone! It's been a while! I think of you all quite often! I've been working and schooling fulltime and you may be happy to know I'm kicking ass! *flex* :pink:

But I miss you and wanted to wish you love for the holidays and hope for the new year!

Take care and be safe. Cheers to the new year <3

Somewhere in Tier Five, a black sedan hover car drove down the street at a fast speed. The speed he was going was twenty miles over the speed limit but who was driving the car was an orc wearing a purple leisure suit. He honked his horn at the traffic on the road and made illegally passing cars on the other side of the road. Sweat ran down his greasy forehead and a frantic look was upon his face. He grabbed a small rag out of his coat pocket to wipe his forehead and continued to focus getting to his destination not too late. The radio was tuned to a music channel he normally listened to but that wasn’t helping to calm him down.

He saw a traffic light around the corner that was green on his side and smashed the pedal down, making the car accelerate faster. The nose of the car lifted slightly from the horsepower and torque that kicked in. Closer and closer he got to the traffic light that was still green but suddenly, the light changed. It went to yellow to caution drivers about slowing down for a red light, but the orc didn’t give two shits about it. He had to give the news straight away as quickly as possible while he’s alive. Thoughts ran through his mind making him paranoid if the masked killer realized one orc witness escaped the club. He would look in the rear-view mirror with worried eyes if he caught someone following him.

The light turned red, but it was too late for him to stop so he ran the red light. For the people who had the right away, vehicles slammed on their breaks and some skirted following with an angry honk at the traffic violator. The orc didn’t care if he was driving like a maniac, he had no choice but get to his destination before it was too late for him. He arrived at the destination but didn’t pay attention to make a turn which the orc realized a split second late and slammed on his breaks then turning into a parking deck. The car drove up three floors to find a suitable parking space since the lower decks were filled. He parked the hover car and got out of the car quickly then locked it with his key remote without looking while fast walking to the closest elevator to him.

The orc made it to the elevator and frantically pressed the button several times to close the doors. After the doors closed, the elevator began to descend to the ground floor. There was no music playing in the elevator but dreadful silence filled it. The nervous orc tapped his foot impatiently for the elevator doors to open. A ding went off in the elevator for making to the ground floor and opened up the doors slowly but the orc wedged himself through the doors to get out quickly. He walked out of the parking deck and onto the sidewalk of the street. Some pedestrians passed him as he kept his fast pace to reach a lieutenant’s property of the Orc Mafia.

It took a couple minutes to walk down the street and make it to the address. The property was an old modern four-story city building which wasn’t highly advanced as the ones on the upper tiers. At the front entrance, two toughest orc mobsters stood guard outside and notice the leisure suit style orc walking up to the doors. They stop the guest at the entrance before he can access the building for security reasons. The nervous orc rolled up his right sleeve to reveal the tattoo on his risk that he was part of the mafia. They acknowledged the tattoo and let him enter the lieutenant’s base of operations.

He tried to keep his cool as he walked in at the front desk where another orc mobster wearing casual business attire, sat behind the desk with his feet propped on top of the workspace while reading a Playboy magazine. On the front cover was a secondary anime short purple-haired woman who was topless but was covering her bare double D chest with her arms in a seducing way. The leisure suit wearing orc came up to the mobster who was sitting behind the desk and noticed someone coming in but didn’t bother really paying attention.

“Yo, is Hulgom available at the moment?” the leisure suit wearing orc asked anxiously to the mobster sitting behind the desk.

“Who’s asking?” the mobster orc said flipping through the pages of the magazine rather than making eye contact.

“Tell him Ig is here and he would like to speak with him for just a minute.” Ig followed up with impatience growing inside him.

The mobster puts his feet down on the ground and closed the magazine then laid it down. He reached for the office phone on his desk and paged for Hulgom to pick up.

Meanwhile…

Upon the fourth floor in a nice-looking office, an orc that was slightly bigger than the rest in the building stomped around in his office muttering to himself and looked out the wide glass panel of his office that had the view of the street below. It was Hulgom who stood in the office and was thinking to himself about a situation he was in. A fraligator taxidermy rug laid in front of a black gloss luxurious desk that had a golden lamp on top, some paperwork, a desk answering machine and a heater pistol. There was a virtual style fireplace on the left wall with it set up in front of the exotic rug and two rich leather style chairs were set in front of the desk. The fireplace shown a burning fire that looked warm to sit in front of, but it was fake.  A rustic style wooden bar table with a cabinet was set beside the fireplace with liquor on top of it. On the left wall behind his workplace, was a big metallic freezer looking device that sat there and people who came in his workspace always wondered what that thing was containing. The right wall only had some filing cabinets that held documents. For lights in his office, they were sort of dim down then normal just for him to concentrate harder.

Hulgom is about seven feet tall and doesn’t have too much fat around his gut. His arms are muscular built from how long he has been a veteran of this family business. Tattoos cover both of his arms to tell the story of his life in crime. He wore jewelry involving three rings on his fingers with two on a hand and one on another, a thin golden chain hangs from his neck, and one of his tusks was replaced with a golden one. There was no hair on his head, but his genetics gave him long pointy ears with one of them pierced with a golden ring sticking out. His eyes were blue, and his skin was the normal shade of green like anyone would imagine how regular orc’s skin looked like. His clothing was a grey sports coat, red long sleeve dress shirt, black dress pants with a brown belt, shiny black business shoes, and black socks.

He decided to rest and sat in his brown executive leather chair, behind the desk. He looked at the bottled alcohol sitting atop the bar table but thought now was the time to stay sober and think clearer on what has been happening to his operations in Tiers four, five, and six. His hand rubbed his forehead due to him having a bad headache which made him grab a small container of pills out of his desk and he already had a glass of water sitting there. He popped the pill into his mouth and took a sip of water to wash it down. Ig finally came in into his office by opening the only door that you can get into Hulgom’s workplace. He grasped his hands together and had a serious expression on his face about Ig’s arrival.

Even though she rarely slept, Isolda van Harnburg didn't like to go out after dark. It was an old aversion, one that she'd carried with her from an old country in a dying world, but even now the shadows made her uneasy - which was why even at midnight her garden was full of light. 

The high walls of the ballroom-sized enclosure, open to the sky and lacking doors or windows, were curtained top-to-bottom with a thick overgrowth of luminescent ivy which glowed a harsh and penetrating shade of sapphire-blue after sunset. Among the flowerbeds alabaster lilies and golden crocuses shone soft white and creamy orange in the moonlight, their petals gleaming with subtle halos. Patches of thimble-cap mushrooms cast their weird off-yellow glow across their little domains of rich black soil, and vast carpets of soft red moss gave off brilliant violet hues. Even the little ornamental pond which decorated the center of the grounds was a source of light, enormous colonies of bottom-dwelling iridescent algae creating a very slightly greener shade of blue than the ivy on the outer walls and transforming the tiny silver fish that lived among them into darting nodes of glinting brilliance; The underwater aurora was so strong that its rays were visible even against the spectral symphony of the rest of the garden, dancing above the surface of the placid, clear water. An exotic willow tree, gleaming from within in tones of lustrous silver, overhung the pool's mossy banks.

Only the winding, rust-red gravel paths which meandered across the grounds offered no contribution to the koleidoscopic explosion of warm, vital color. Within its eccentrically-lit walls a person could believe that the entire night-time world was composed nigh-exclusively of blended shades of living light.

This was Isolda's favorite place. It was separate from her uncle's paltry gardens. Nobody else could come here - the outer walls were twice as high as a man, abutting an easterly section of the castle's outer fortifications, made of thick granite blocks and sealed tight save for the occasional storm-drain too narrow for even a squirrel. Tending her garden, shrouded from the world by curtains of impenetrable blue ivy, she could believe that all her wars were over, and that the strangely hollow stars overhead really meant her no harm; Sometimes, fertilizing the mosses or sitting under the willow tree and watching the fish, she was even able to forget about the ghosts.

A text message appears in Renji’s data-device. The contents of which are contained inside of a multimedia message, needing to be opened manually. Upon opening, the only thing within the message is a picture of bloodied sand and a dead body leaking blood from a half fractured skull.

They all dog piled on each other after exiting through the portal. Ash lifted his head for a split second to see where they ended up at and realized they were now inside the battle-worn courtroom that they fought in before. Finally, the liberators succeeded their mission and Ash realized that they were the only ones alive in this once darkling filled town. Everyone looked up too with Ash and they all got off each other then looked around the room. Ash wasn't too sure to start celebrating or anticipate anything else Nebula had up its sleeve. They all had their weapons drawn for any kind of threat that was hiding. All of them were beaten up and appeared as if a fight broke out, they would be hanging on a loose thread if they had to face another Nebula leader. Silence fell upon them but suddenly one of them uttered words to fill the quiet room.

"I think we won?" Revan said while holding his sword and looking around for anymore Nebula forces.

Ash let out a sigh of relief and put his boomstick back in his holster. Revan did put his sword away and Celestia followed afterward.

Their advanced gauntlets went off with two words filling the screen with green text.

VERSE LIBERATED

"We did it. We finally fuckin did it!" Ash said loudly with victory in his voice and boastfulness about completing the mission.

"Hey, language," Celestia followed in a stern voice but soon a smile was formed on her face, knowing they had saved the Pale Moors.

"Excuse me then, your highness," Ash said in a jokingly tone with his charisma smirk while looking back at Celestia.

Revan felt the excitement in his heart from them surviving and freeing The Pale Moors from Nebula's grasp but his feelings sunken down from realizing they lost their friends on the way. Sombra's death impacted him the most since he was starting to become friends and listening to his ways as if he was a teacher.

"Sombra…" Revan uttered but try to not let his emotions overwhelmed him during their victory.

Celestia heard the word he said and trotted over toward Revan to stand by his side for comfort. She rested her head against his side to comfort him and he suddenly realized the warm contact that her head made against his skin. He stroked her head with a softly touch to try to feel better that he still had his friends that made it out alive. Ash just stood there watching the heart-touching scene but didn't interrupt it as he waited for them to finish. He did hate it that Yu Kanda didn't make it out alive and does put a thought that he would like to meet that prime again. He wished that he made it out alive on this kickass of a journey. A couple minutes passed, and Ash stretched his arms out. He was wanting to go and finally spoke to get their attention.

"Now are we just going to stand here like hippies or are we going to walk out like champs?" Ash questioned, making Revan's and Celestia's attention turn toward Ash who was ready to go.

"Sorry, I got carried away a little," Revan responded, getting over the sorrowfulness and stopped stroking Celestia.

Ash turned away and began walking out of the courtroom as the other two followed him. They walked together to the entrance of the courthouse and opened the double doors with a cool morning breeze coming in. The liberators walked down the steppes and seen before them the aftermath of the battle they won. No sign of corpses was here as if they just vanished from the scene. They continued to walk with confidence down the town's street. A conversation was struck up with the trio, but it was a friendly one. Ash never knew that he would like this sort of team he got paired with but in the end, there was one reward that they received immediately and that was friendship.

The town also felt brighter with no more Nebula life clinging to this remnant village and no smoke was present in the town. All the fires had gone out and the dripping purple vines that held the wooden stakes together were turned back to normal looking vines.

They were curious about what happened to the remaining survivors of Dr. Psyche's dungeon if the poor secondaries made it out alive.

"Where are the survivors you saved, Revan," Celestia spoke with a soft tone right next to him.

"I couldn't tell what happened to them when we were rushed to escape," Revan answered looking back at Celestia with a concerned look.

"Well, maybe they found a backdoor to get out of that place and ended up somewhere in The Pale Moors," Ash stated while looking around to see if they appeared in this town.

Before they got out of town, the morning sun started to rise with a few clouds in the sky but the weather that Ash felt was the brightest weather he ever felt when he came to this rundown verse. They look toward the horizon and see the beautiful morning sunrise before them.

Before they made their way out of town, a group of people at the front gate approached them. The liberators could tell that it was the escaped Dr. Psyche's prisoners. It was good size group but the liberators still didn't know if that was everyone present. Who stood in front of the escapees was an old balding man with white hair and a long beard to go along with the color of his hair. The man's face had wrinkles and appeared that he's been here for a long time in this verse. His eyes were brown and his teeth weren't in bad shape. The height of the man was 5'8 inches and his weight was normal. He held an old wooden cane that helped him walk and wore dirtied clothes just like the rest of everyone.

The liberators met face to face with him but an olden fondly expression appeared on the old man's face.

"Thank you so much for destroying these abominations that took over our precious town. I didn't think no one would ever come out this far in The Pale Moors to discover what happened to our home." the old man said with a tear of happiness that was formed in his eye.

"Well, we were sent by a scientist in Coruscant named Dr. Regal who told us that this verse was in serious danger and we had to stop these creatures who were apart of an organization known as Nebula," Revan said with bravery that was shown from his personality.

"Unfortunately, only three of us survived to complete the mission. Two primes sacrificed their lives to stop Nebula and one had to leave with no choice." Celestia followed, looking up at the old man in a friendly manner.

"All of us are just speechless with our prayers being answered. We can't thank you enough for saving this settlement's future." the old man spoke with thankfulness and praise to the liberators.

"It's ok gramps, no need to get over the top sappy about our help. We normally try to do things like this around here," Ash stated ease the old man's emotion.

"No, you don't understand. Half of our population died or were created into inhuman horrific experiments when we were trapped in that hellish whatever that verse was and we lost all hope until all of us regained that final hope thanks to you, primes. If you folks need a place to rest, feel free walk into this town and we'll be telling generations about your heroic efforts for this town and the verse," the old man ended then reaching out to shake hands with Ash.

Ash grabbed the man's hand with his iron hand and shook it with respect. The town's people were pleased by the sight of primes and cheered for their good deeds. All of them surrounded the liberators and celebrated their victory. After a minute of thanking the primes, they walk back into town but the old man still stood in front of the trio.

"Sorry if I didn't introduce myself earlier since I was caught up in my emotions, my name is Hershel and I'm the mayor of this town named Hillside." Hershel greeted the primes with each friendly smile and handshake.

"Your welcome to stop by anytime you folks want to! All though it will take a long time for this place to heal and I'm guessing Dracula's army is still a thing now." Hershel said with an ecstatic nature to each liberator.

"Thank you so much, mayor. We'll kindly take your offer." Celestia said, welcoming the mayor's friendship.

The liberators all agreed to stay in the town for a little longer to rest up before heading their separate ways.

Hillside didn't come close to the size of Darkshire but it did have an appearance to be a more of a quieter town that doesn't get a whole of attention compared to the main settlement of Darkshire.

"I still can't believe we made it out alive. At first, I didn't think we would get along well but here we are, walking off like a wild west trio that just saved the town from a bunch of bandits," Ash said as the worn out liberators walk back into town with the mayor.

The trio felt tiredness come over them from the hard fights they fought for this verse. They were ready to rest and be refreshed for anything that the Omniverse had to offer them.

"Well, I will say there is something that we valued greatly back in the land where I used to live and that is the power of friendship," Celestia stated fondly about Equestria as they continued to move with ease.

"We probably should get to know each other more about our backgrounds," Revan stated finally opening up toward Ash as his ally.

Post any writing prompts you find interesting here, and post stories based on those in replies. Use spoiler tags for stories and quotes for prompts for ease of reading.


I'm going with a stolen, but kinda popular one:

Quote:You are faced with God and Satan. Armageddon has happened, and as the only neutral soul, with no inclination to good or evil, they must judge you personally. Unknown to them, you are Death, and you have come to claim them.

“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Great, he had been kidnapped against his will by someone who had immense amounts of power and a very limited social life. In other words, he was little more than the plaything of this individual, and Warren did not like being toyed with by people. Were he able to do anything right now, his hands were likely to have wrapped around the neck of the individual and choked him. Repeatedly, in fact, before bashing the head of the smiling white biped, into his kneecap. 

A very suitable response, but for the fact that he couldn’t make his body reply. No matter what he attempted, it was simply non-responsive, completely.

A rainbow orb was produced by the douchebag, and handed over to him. 

Apparently it was called Omnilium, and could create anything that he imagined. Oh he could imagine plenty, you ass. Just wait until he got his body free, he’d punch you in the face and stab you with a shiv if he could create one. 

Eventually the black void around him faded,  as Omni finished his spiel having mentioned something about not being alone, and “not dying” as it were.

Awakening in a realm of white so bright it made him close his eyes, as what felt like white hot knives pierced them, but really it was the sheer contrast to where he had been previously. As he came to his senses, Warren realized that he was immersed in some sort of liquid, inside a what appeared to be marble like… fountain? What the hell?!?

Okay. Just where was he now?

Oh, the Omniverse.

Warren swore to himself that if this was some prank from the Guardians, he was going to put them over one knee, and paddle their behinds. For this was uncalled for. Was prison not bad enough for him?

"Okay. So you're in a strange new world. You don't have your NFL-R, or any defenses. Oh and you can't escape. Would the universe like to throw anything else my way?"

A sharp cracking sound permeated the muted soundscape of the Nexus. Where there had just been a gently gurgling porcelain fountain now stood a towering glacier of bruise-colored, bloody ice. It stood there for a long moment, just long enough for a few of the bystanders to close their gawking mouths before it shattered in a manner just as unceremonious as its appearance. As chips of purple ice clattered across the smooth substrate of the yawning expanse, a lone figure rose from the core of the structure.

It was a droid of some sort, with gleaming metal armor and white-painted trimmings...at least up to its face. The four-eyed mask that the Prime wore was pitted and covered in a veneer of patchy rust. Bilious green eyes glowered out from under the faceplate, scanning the perimeter of his violent egress.

Kopaka was displeased.

While his final moments within the whirling darkness of the collapsing Nebula space were hazy and half-remembered, Kopaka did recall that he had been hoping the dying dimension would purchase him sweet release from this hellish cycle foisted upon him by the churlish god of the Omniverse. As his immense unluck would have it, it seemed being crushed out of existence was no more or less a death than a cursory stab to the eye. Even now, though, his mind felt fevered and unsteady. The Darkness that had been welling up within him for so long within the Omniverse had been handily tempered within the bowels of Nebula Space.

The biomech stared at a hunk of the shadowed ice in his palm, contemplating its significance. His mind did feel different, aside from the simple fallout of resurrection. A cursory glance through his data drive indicated he hadn't lost any knowledge or processing ability in his fall to darkness, but his inherent willingness to think had diminished severely. To put it simply, Kopaka was fed up.

Losing and failure were things he could come to terms with. It happened. What Kopaka could no longer stomach was his apparent inability to find a worthy cause that would not only satisfy him, but also keep him as an ally. Duty. The simple word that he had decided to let rule his life. For so long he had searched for a Duty to serve within the Omniverse, and none had sustained him. Things fizzled out, got in his way, pulled him out or pushed him outwards.  Speaking of which, a few of the bystanders who were staring at him seemed to be Imperial Stormtroopers. In particular, they seemed to be Imperial Stormtroopers who were familiar with his legacy of failing the EPD.

Kopaka was displeased.

"Oh shit, Sanders. Check it out. It's the Pecker." the Stormtrooper chuckled through his vocoder, nudging his patrol partner with an elbow. The Pecker. How droll; the plebeians had affected a nickname for the Toa. Normally the Toa would have allowed this paltry insult to roll off his back, but his recent acquisition of a surfeit of bellicose bearing disallowed such resilience. The biomech stomped towards the pair of scout troopers, their visored helmets glinting in the ambient light of the nexus as they sat perched on a pair of swoop bikes.

"I wouldn't recommend provoking me at the moment, pawn." Kopaka hissed, keeping a determined set of eyes on the trooper. The scout sat up on his rust-colored speeder a little straighter.

"Stand down, Prime. Wannabe EPD scrubs like you don't get a free pass on indirect threats." the trooper cautioned, a sly hand moving slowly to his blaster. Kopaka knew this. But he also knew how screwed the trooper was if he continued with his harassment.

"Empire Peace Division Nexus Operations Manual, page ninety-one, section two, subheading a-one: All Secondary Empire personnel are to conduct themselves with aplomb in the presence of potentially dangerous Primes at all times, and avoid any conflict if possible. Such actions are included but not limited to heckling, unprovoked threats, unprovoked attacks, extortion or other antagonistic actions pursuant to damaging a Prime's livlihood. Failure to comply with this mandate will result in severe reprimand, following one week unpaid review period and reassignment..." Kopaka recited, keeping his eye trained on the trooper's own at all times. The Kanohi Akaku allowed Kopaka to see the man's pained expression as the guidebook's words hissed out from the Toa's own vocoder, inspiring more anger than suppression.

Before the trooper could respond, however, Kopaka continued.

"...Now, I know how much EPD personnel despise Nexus duty, so I would hate to see what Lieutenant Brath would move you to, following your review period. After all, I am not official and official EPD member yet, so the aforementioned clause is applicable in this instance." Kopaka said in a flat, bored tone. Yes, Kopaka could see the dread on the man's helmeted face. The resentment and loathing were palpable. Where sword and shield might fail to terrify, the Toa had just attacked the man with his own ontological armor, and it clearly stung. The biomech continued trudging on past the mounted Imperials towards the distant gate to Corsuscant. Whether or not the scout had taken him seriously was largely inconsequential; the point was that he had managed to rebut the EPD whelp's nagging in a way that didn't give the secondary scum more leverage over him. It felt...good.

Duty still called out to Kopaka, but he was done wading amongst the dregs of the Omniverse's secondary rat pack. He would find his higher purpose within this segmented Universe, and the more people he could vault over at once, the better. Surmounting the fickle henpecking of the EPD would be a large step in the right direction.

So, Kopaka kept putting one foot in front of the other, as always, and headed to that inequitable den of corruption and self-service, so far, yet so intimate to him...

So I was wanting to submit an NPC Prime that would basically be an amorphous doppleganger that ends up fixating on Strazio and attempts to mimic him. My idea to make this character a bit less one dimensional was to have them originally be a normal human prime that ends up getting captured by a mad scientist that wants to experiment on primes. This scientist eventually destabilizes the prime so much that he turns into a semi-intelligent blob of shape-changing goo. The scientist wants to create the "perfect" prime and ideally wants to create a shapeshifter that can mimic other primes. To test his new creation he feeds the blob a constant video feed playing back Strazio's battles in the Colosseum and Dante's Abyss. The blob ends up mimicking Strazio right down to his sour temper and ends up busting out into the Omniverse at large.

I guess what I'm asking is, is it within the realm of possibilities for a prime to even be altered in such a drastic and fundamental way?

CHARACTER NAME: Alan Parker

CHARACTER SOURCE: Original

CHARACTER HISTORY:Alan's story is not exactly what one would call the happiest, but nor is it downright tragic. The correct term to use might be...complicated. You see, as a child, his father left him and his mother, forcing her to raise their son on her own. Alan never truly understood why they separated and whenever he asked, his mother would simply smile and pat him on the head while saying something along the lines of "we're just working through a few problems, dear. Don't worry, everything will be ok."

However, Alan wasn't dumb. He could tell at a glance that his mother was just trying to make him feel better, especially since as time went on, it became increasingly clear that his father had left their lives, putting a heavy emotional strain on the pair, especially with his mother being forced to work extra hard to provide for them both. As such, he did all he could to make her happy. He worked hard in school and even took up washing dishes and sweeping the floor, among other things, to help when she came home from work, exhausted. If there was one thing that came out of it, it was a desire to ensure others didn't experience that same kind of  feeling of abandonment and neglect, and a strong resentment towards those who practiced such acts.

He did have things he enjoyed though and which helped him deal with the rougher spots in his life. Being born in what one may call the "real world" gave him access to various video games, anime and comic books which ended up being both a source of entertainment and a way for him to remember the important things, such as strength through kindness and that with power came responsibility, cliched as that sounds.

His hard work  at school eventually paid off with winning a scholarship to the delight of his Mom whom he remained close with even after moving out. However, it appears the powers that be had other plans for him, as one evening, while he was trying to sleep, he heard the voice of Omni speaking to him. Although he tried to chalk it up to some form of lucid dreaming, it would soon become apparent that this was no dream.

Now transported to the Omniverse and endowed with the potential for incredible powers and the gateways to all the worlds he once only dreamed of, what adventures await him from here? Only time will tell...


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

In addition to the physical facial features shown above, Alan's skin is fairly toned and has an about-average physique. He is
typically seen wearing a grey tank top with navy blue pants and black laced shoes with a brown jacket and a black knapsack
he carries around. He also can sometimes be seen with a photo of him and his parents together for Christmas.

STATS:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 3

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:

Physical Strength (1000 OM)

Ranged Profiency (1000 OM)

Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600 0M)

Remote Control Proficiency (600 OM)

STARTING POWERS:

Master Acrobat (400 OM)

STARTING MOVES:

Phantom Dream (600 OM) Watch Form [spoiler] [/spoiler]

Sword Form[spoiler] [/spoiler]

Bow Form [spoiler] [/spoiler]

A device Alan created with the power of the Omnilium shortly after his arrival in the Nexus. Although it takes the shape of a futuristic black and silver wrist watch with a built-in flashlight, it is actually a piece of shapeshifting metal that takes the form of whatever its wielder desires. However, Alan has yet to realize its full potential and thus only has access to its Sword and Bow Forms. That being said, the weapon has the potential to grow in power and versatility alongside its user.

As depicted, PD's sword form is that of an ornate broadsword and thus contains a good mix between power and handling, being able to cut through solid wood without any real effort. It also retains similar dimensions to a normal broadsword, being a double-edged blade with the blade's length being around 35 inches. Due to Alan's strength, he can wield it quite easily with either one hand or two.

Its bow form takes the shape of a large black and silver bow that can fire arrows it creates itself, The bow is close in height to Alan's own, meaning it is nearly six feet tall with a draw weight of 90 pounds. Due to being able to create its own arrows, the weapon needs no manual reloading but it does take several seconds for it to create an arrow meaning the rate of fire is roughly one arrow every 5 to 6 seconds.


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Where did you find us? On another roleplay website, there was a link. I believe it was either Hyakuji High or a website listing top roleplay sites.