Quote:Continued from Ambrosia Crossing: New Leaf

Anyone here play DC Universe Online? Moon Knight, Centurion, and I have been playing some on PS4. We recreated our OV characters, (but I switched Dick for a new character because his powers didn't work), and have gotten up to around level 10. So anyone interested in playing with us? (Or just general discussion of the game and stuff.)

Aello had slept with her door open, again. This meant that she was either stoned out of her mind or having nightmares. More than likely it was a combination of both. Visili sighed as he knocked on the wall outside her room before inviting himself in. Empty pill bottles sat scattered across her floor like orange landmines. A tornado had gone through here recently and her name was Aello. The drawers to her dresser lay thrown across the room and empty. A layer of clothing covered her floor and hung itself from every available perch. The girl herself was half-naked and lying on her bed in a puddle of cold sweat.

“Come on Aello, time to wake up darling we’ve got work to do today,” Visili said, reaching out and shaking her bare leg.

“Eh, give me five more minutes,” Aello said and rolled onto her side.

She curled up into the fetal position and clutched at her stomach. She was wearing a grey sleeveless shirt and black underwear. Although it wasn’t very cold she shuddered and pulled her ball even tighter. Her high had worn off and she was out of drugs. In her panic to dope herself up she had torn through her room, trying to find any narcotic to dull the nightmares. Visili shook his head and sat on the edge of her bed, with a careful touch he rubbed her shoulder. He grabbed the blanket at the foot of her bed and pulled it up over her.

“Take your time,” he said, “I’ll go make us some breakfast and when you’re ready come out and eat.”

“Kay.” She responded, pulling the covers over her head.

She hated this. She hated her brain and she hated the drugs that she craved, but most of all she hated making Visili worry. He left the room and she spent a few more minutes acclimating to painful sobriety. There was a knot in her gut, right below her sternum. It felt like a gremlin was in her stomach, pulling her muscles tight and scratching at her lungs.

“Fuck,” she whispered and forced her body to sit up.

More a test of will than a physical challenge, she stood and stretched. The gremlin was still there, but at least she was up and moving. Picking up a set of clean clothes from the ground she shut her door and stepped into the shower. She stripped naked and took a long and hot shower, stepping out once the bathroom had been swallowed by a cloud of steam. Mornings to the poor girl were all about momentum. If she paused in her routine, even for a moment, it was very likely that she’d end up doing nothing for the rest of the day.

Aello wiped the thin film of steam from her mirror and appraised herself. The scars were still there as was her prosthetic arm. She frowned. Her right eye was slightly swollen and a ring of purple surrounded it. It was tender to the touch and blinking made it sting. Last night was clouded in a haze, but she could remember going out to the bar after Visili had fell asleep. She looked at her knuckles and sighed. Dried blood stained her prosthetic and the knuckles on her real arm were puffy and swollen. Something had gone done, but just what had she done? Her mind jumped through hoops trying to piece together the previous night, but memories came at her like trees in a fog -- distant and scattered. Well, she figured, if it was important it’d come back and bite her in the ass eventually.

Visili was working in the kitchen when Aello stepped into the living room. She sniffed the air and with a raised eyebrow wandered over to the stovetop. Eggs, honest to God, Visili was cooking eggs, a rare treat on the space station that would’ve costed him a pretty penny.

“Holy shit,” she said, “what’s the occasion?”

“No occasion” Visili answered, “just figured it’d be nice for a change.”

Aello’s eyes narrowed, but she decided to let it go. After all curiosity did kill the cat, and she had no interest in fucking up a good thing by being nosy.

“Damn, that’s a pretty good shiner you’ve got there,” Visili said, pausing a moment to get a good look at her face, “who did you fuck up?”

“Oh you know, just some creep trying to have his way with me,” she lied.

“Good for you,” Visili said before chuckling, “you’d think they’d learn their lesson, you’re probably the toughest chick on this space station.”

“Oh you know how they are, only thinking with their dicks,” she said and turned away. Something felt a bit off about the whole situation. Eggs for breakfast and blood in her sink. Something bad had happened.

Breakfast came and went. The two ate their fill of eggs, toast, and orange juice - another space station delicacy. Aello sat still, her eyes half closed. She was riding that pleasant wave of sleepiness known as a “food coma”.

Visili sat across from her and with a saccharine smile asked, “did you have a good breakfast?”

Aello raised an eyebrow, she knew something like this was coming.

With a bit of hesitation she answered, “yeah, it was alright.”

“Good! Cause I need your help,” Visili said.

“Always something ain’t it?” she said with a sigh.

“Oh don’t be like that,” Visili said, “anyways we need to find a ship that’ll take us to Eckert.”

“For what?”

“Got a message the other night, me mom’s real sick” he said before putting on a high pitched voice, “she says ‘if I don’t get to see my baby boy’s future wife before I croak I’ll be rolling in my grave’.”

Aello glanced away. She couldn’t remember her parents. Those nebulous years were nothing more than ghosts. Hell she couldn’t even remember her real name.

“Wait,” she said, pushing the thoughts from her head, “future wife? We aren’t even dating Visili.”

While it was true that they had fooled around on more than one occasion, a stable romantic relationship was not something that either wished for.

“Well once she gets an idea into her head there’s no stopping her,” he said.

Visili stood up and threw on his coat, and after a quick double check to make sure he had his essentials he put his hand on the door leading outside. Aello sighed and followed. Of course she’d help him, after all that’s what they did - help each other.

However she never got the chance to help him. As she stepped through the doorway her vision turned dark, like someone had killed all the lights. She tried to call for help, but her mouth has frozen, in fact her entire body refused to move. She was helpless.

Quote: “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.”

Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most. You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Name: Aello

Spent OM: 5100

Consumed OM: 0

Proficiencies (2000): Range Proficiency (1000), Physical Strength (1000)

Powers (2200/8000): Stealth (1200), Suppression (1000)

Moves (900): Kroztech 25mm Javelin Pistol (600), R.O.N.I.N. Mk IV Cyberkinetic Arm (300)

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Base stats:

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

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So I've been toying with the idea of hosting a Colosseum-style tournament through The Ashen Blades. It would take place in The Ashen Steppes at a suitably badass location, I was thinking a volcano, with the finals taking place at the summit. It would probably be a "to the death" affair so the losers are either slain by the winners or executed afterwards, more than likely by kicking them into a lava pit or something.

For rewards I was thinking everyone chips in a entry fee and the Blades will provide a flat amount. (initial thoughts are 50-100 OM entry and the Blades chip in a flat 500)

Top three get a percentage of the pot. But I'm open to ideas for rewards and other shenanigans.

I was just curious if anyone would be interested in something like this?

This'll be Strazio's third character.

CHARACTER NAME: Aello

CHARACTER SOURCE: Originale

CHARACTER HISTORY:

[spoiler]

Born to a wealthy family on the planet Melkor, the crown jewel of the Saccadian Empire, Amelia proved to be a gifted child at a very young age. Her parents, being the affluent socialites that they were, enrolled her in the most prestigious schooling money could buy, as well as hiring legions of personal tutors. The girl was inherently gifted and the deluge of opportunity thrown at her only compounded her success. As Amelia entered her early teens it seemed the world was opened before her and whatever path she chose would lead her to a prosperous and fulfilling life. However as her life seemed destined for political and scientific greatness fate seemed to spin a different web.

Two-hundred and seventy-four years before Amelia’s birth a strange comet passed by several planets in the Saccadian system, including Melkor. This comet, known colloquially as “Jule’s Star”, bathed whatever planet it passed in an exotic energy. Not much is known about the machinations behind said energy, but it seemed to kickstart a change in human evolution. Less than one percent of the population developed psionic capabilities, some more pronounced than others. These psionic traits did not seem to be genetic and were instead randomly expressed in any human born on one of these planets. Even centuries after the passing of Jule’s Star psychic abilities would manifest themselves in children anywhere from the age of three to twenty. Amelia happened to be one of these star-touched kids.

To the Saccadians psychics are held in the highest regard, lauded as champions of the empire. Before Jule’s Star had blessed the Saccadian system they were on the backfoot of a particularly vicious war that threatened to wipe them from existence. It was thanks to these gifted individuals that they were able to fight back and establish their modern empire. Any child that displayed even the slightest hint of psychic prowess was immediately forfeited to the military and enrolled into the several conditioning programs they had available. While that may seem like a dystopian nightmare, the reality of it was that there was no higher honor for the family than to produce such gifted offspring. Overnight Amelia’s family went from being well-off aristocrats to celebrities, and Amelia herself was overjoyed to serve her country in such a unique and impactful way.

Amelia’s grip on her newfound powers was strong and her education gave her a unique advantage over her peers. It was due to this consistent excellence that she was transferred to an experimental branch of the psionic programs known as EXODUS. This program aimed to elevate a mentalist’s already impressive powers by integrating a highly advanced AI into their body allowing them to interface directly with a state-of-the-art mecha. Amelia underwent intense physical and mental conditioning as well as a series of surgeries to install biomechanical implants to augment her body. Once she was considered prepared the AI was installed into her chest and linked to her nervous system.

High-level AI tend to develop personalities and are for almost all intents and purposes considered sentient and autonomous beings. Her particular AI, known as Kilroy, was an abusive being, demanding nothing but absolute perfection from her. Day in and day out Kilroy whittled away Amelia’s confidence berating her for every perceived failure and providing little in the way of positive reinforcement. Having no other recourse than to grin and bear it Amelia continued her training and strived for perfection. However it was during a particularly strenuous training session that her psyche faltered and she suffered a catastrophic failure. This catastrophe resulted in her left arm getting shredded and her mecha being totalled. As she lay trapped beneath several hundred tons of metal Kilroy laid into her, declaring that he would rather be dead than trapped within her body.

Amelia’s world began to crumble around her. With Kilroy’s refusal and her own failure looming over her head she was unable to fully grasp her psychic potential again. Her body was ravaged from the incident and the higher ups within EXODUS had neither the time nor money to invest in what they viewed as a lost cause. She was told that she would be discharged and returned to her family after Kilroy was removed from her body. The disgruntled AI was extracted from her chest through a surgery that would leave her physically scarred for the rest of her life. However rather than being returned to her family Amelia awoke to find herself aboard a space station in an unknown section of space.

As the girl came to learn she had been declared dead and transferred to a RONIN black site for experimentation. Psychics were a rare breed and little was truly understood about them. RONIN, despite being largely billed as a weapons-grade prosthetics manufacturer, had a vested interest in psionic research and, unbeknownst to the general public, would often purchase psionic individuals from the Saccadian Empire in exchange for various armaments. Subjected to constant and often agonizing experimentation Amelia suffered for many years. She eventually underwent an experimental type of brain surgery designed to nullify her psionic capabilities. The surgery was a success to the extent that her powers became nearly impossible for her to properly manifest and control, however it also had the nasty side effect of wiping away most of her memory.

Having outlived her usefulness she was discarded at Helios, a city-sized space station at the fringes of space. Her first few days aboard Helios were hell and she wandered around like a zombie, unsure of even her name. Were it not for the kindness of a stranger she surely would have died. Visili, a long time resident of Helios, took pity on her and took her under his wing. He gave her the name Aello, which meant whirlwind in his native language, and set out to teach her the ways of Helosian life. Helios was a bastion for criminals and pariahs alike, and so Aello learned the ways of criminals and thieves.

Despite her newfound friendship Aello was still haunted by her past. Traumatic memories came crawling back in the form of night terrors. Nothing she remembered stayed for long, as RONIN’s implants regularly purged her memories, erasing anything that took place before her time on Helios. Her body, having been ravaged by countless surgeries and procedures, was subject to frequent states of agony. Suffering from both mental and physical anguish Aello developed a nasty addiction to whatever drugs and booze she could get a hold of. Visili stayed with her and did his best to look out for her, as he said their bond was stronger than blood. Life on Helios continued as normal and it was on no special day that she was taken by Omni.[/spoiler]

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Standing at a modest 5’ 6” Aello is the kind of girl that radiates danger. Sporting a fohawk and a rough and tumble demeanor she all but embodies a punk aesthetic. Arguably her most striking feature is her absent left arm, which has been replaced by a high-grade cyberkinetic prosthetic. Pockmarks and heavy scoring cover her metal limb, revealing the raw silver underneath the anodized black paint. The letters R.O.N.I.N. are engraved across the bicep of the arm and it appears that multiple attempts to scratch them out have been made. Beyond her arm other, more subtle, hints of biomechanical enhancements are present. Metal rivets run parallel to her spine and a connection port is affixed to the back of her skull. A circular metal plate, about two inches in diameter, is embedded into the top of her breast bone

STATS:
ATK: 3 - Ruthless in combat and armed with a robotic arm, Aello hits hard.
DEF: 2 - No stranger to pain, this girl is tough as nails and able to roll with the punches.
SPD: 2 - Being in prime physical shape helps he move and react faster than the average human.
TEC: 3 - Having lived a life in the military Aello’s hands still remember their way around a gun.

STARTING PROFICIENCIES (2000):


Physical Strength (1000)
Ranged Proficiency (1000)

STARTING POWERS: (1200)

Stealth (1200)

STARTING MOVES: (900)

R.O.N.I.N. Mk. IV Cyberkinetic Arm (300) Requires Physical Strength

[spoiler] Once considered the pinnacle of cyberkinetic prosthetics, the Ronin Mk. IV was designed with longevity in mind. Aello’s particular model has been stripped of nearly all auxiliary features, leaving behind a bare bones piece of equipment. The access bolts have been welded in place, making internal maintenance damn near impossible as taking it apart would require damaging a good portion of the casing. As such the limb has become worn and slightly sluggish over the years. The limb allows Aello to throw some devastating punches and block attacks that would cripple her organic arm, however due to the sheer weight and age of the arm it moves slower and is slightly more tiring to use than its fleshy counterpart. Additionally a strong enough strike can sunder the limb, especially if the strike is directed at the joints. [/spoiler]

Kroztech 25mm Javelin Pistol (600) Requires Ranged Proficiency

[Spoiler] The Kroztech Javelin embodies an elegant aesthetic that exudes equal parts sophistication and lethality. Capable of firing six gauss bolts up to a maximum range of about 50 meters in quick succession. These energy lances break apart atomic bonds, literally tearing targets apart molecule by molecule. Its original incarnation would be able to punch 25mm diameter holes in all but the most hardened of targets, however the Omniverse has rendered this weapon but a shell of its former glory. These bolts are largely mitigated by shields and only leave painful surface burns on bare flesh. The projectiles travel quickly, reaching their target almost instantaneously. Once all six bolts are fired the user must eject the expended energy cell and replace it to begin firing again, a process which takes about five seconds.

Alternatively the wielder can choose to overload the energy cell and fire all remaining shots as one bolt. This overheats the safety features built into the gun disabling it for 10 seconds for every bolt expended this way. Once the safety features are disengaged the wielder must spend three to five seconds reloading the energy cell. [/spoiler]

Spent OM (4100)

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Quote:If you're from Ashen DD you can drop in whenever, if you want - even you Kuzuru. Anyone else, just shoot me (or whoever) a heads up before jumping in. Eb didn't really get to interact with the blades much, so Clappy and Miranda, if you're game to meet up IC, shoot me a PM or something. As a side not, me and Summer are thinking of doing "The Ashen Walk", so we might jump to a new thread after a few rounds. Dunno if Morene is coming with if we do go, but she's welcome to.

A very happy birthday to our resident Master of Dungeons. Jesus, man, how am I older than you?

Please accept this confectionery facsimile of an icosahedron.

CHARACTER NAME: Alexstrasza, Empress of the Infinite Dragonflight

CHARACTER SOURCE:  Warcraft

CHARACTER HISTORY:

In an alternate version of Azeroth called End Time, the Dragon Aspects were defeated by Death Wing, the resulting unleashed power from the Dragon Soul ended the world. As Death Wing's corpse lay rotting on Wyrmrest Temple the Infinite Dragonflight resurrected the Life Binder in an attempt to siphon her remaining titan energy. However Murozond underestimated the Queen's resolve. Taking control of the Infinite Dragonflight she donned herself Empress and began ruling different segments of time as the leader of the remaining dragons. 

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Humanoid Form


STATS: (Upgrade I & II -- 3000)
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD: 4
TEC: 3

STARTING PROFICIENCIES: 
Physical Proficiency (1000)

STARTING POWERS:
Time Manipulation (800)

STARTING MOVES:

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Where did you find us? In a bathroom stall inside the Kremlin