It’s time to duel!

Arriving by special invitation to the beautiful patch of land in the Vasty Deep two Primes meet and face each other in a place known simply as Duel Island. The island though aesthetically pleasing had been transformed into a field of battle for holographic creatures, these battles would become known only as BeastMaker!


Revan stood in a green field believing himself to be alone, a rumble was felt as the ground shook around him, the ground opened up next to him as a large platform rose out of the ground. Revan took notice the platform looked to be made up of extremely advanced technologies like that found on Coruscant.

Revan had been told his purpose coming here was to challenge another prime to battle, now he realised this would be no normal fight. Still there was not yet any sign of any other Prime. Where was his would be opponent?

CHARACTER NAME: Alex Mercer

CHARACTER SOURCE: Prototype (Videogame)

CHARACTER HISTORY:
After the events of Prototype one, including Epilogue. NOT INCLUDING the prologue for Prototype 2...
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

STATS:
ATK: 4
DEF: 3
SPD: 2
TEC: 1

Total Spent OM: 3700

STARTING PROFICIENCIES: 1000
Physical - 1000

STARTING POWERS: 2100
Basic Regen - 1800
Basic Jump - 300

STARTING MOVES: 600
Claws: 300
Alex shifts the biomass in one of his hands into a four-digit blade like structure. The change effects his entire arm, taking on a wicked, sickly black form. The transformation takes three seconds, but is not fatiguing in itself. The claws are fast and agile, requiring minor fatigue to use, making them his go-to weapon. They don't fair well against higher defense, and are more meant for minor slashing damage, perfect against unarmored targets.

Hammerfist: 300
This huge mother of trucks has no license plate. It takes three seconds to transform an arm into this dense, massive glob of biomass. The fist is a bit larger than a basketball at the base with a thickness that extends up to the elbow. The mutation transforms up to the shoulder into a thick, macabre looking black biomass. Wielding the Hammerfist is unruly and slow, but it packs a mighty punch. Victims caught in this clobbering hammer are dealt moderate bludgeoning damage and knocked back up to ten feet from the force.

Consume: 0
No crime if there isn't a body right? After landing the final blow, Alex will reach out with twisted, brackish tentacles of biomass and pull his victim into himself, converting their biomass to his own. For now, this has no major benefits... old habits die hard, right?

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us?
Stein's Alt

Gaston escaped from Coruscant's service centre deep in the night. He had told his partner that he was just going to get groceries, and made his way to Tier One. From there, no one questioned him as he went on to the gate he had first come to the verse in. The Stormtroopers at the gate questioned him, asking for his identification, but he had claimed he was told to exit the verse for the advancement of his service. Perhaps they were tired, perhaps new to the job, or perhaps they just didn't care. But with some quick talking, he was able to escape. From there, he went into a gate, sufficiently far away from Coruscant, but close enough he could get there quickly.

When Gaston stepped into the gate, he was confronted with a deep green sea of grass. Looking around, he found himself in a clearing, though not far from his location was a deep forest. It appeared to be like a normal forest, filled with trees, but also littered with vines. Gaston gasped at the sight as he considered what was required. If he wanted to make any distance, he'd have to make his way through that: a deep forest. How could he make it through there with any speed? Suddenly, an idea sprung to his mind. Almost everything he had tried to summon with Omnilium had worked, as of now. So it would only make sense that he could summon a horse to help him traverse the deep forest. Standing still, the burly man closed his eyes, and began his craft of shaping the Omnilium. As he stood he visualised an Omnilium orb, glowing rainbow, appearing in his hand. He began pounding it with his fists, shaping it into first the legs of the horse and then forcing it up, spreading it out into a body. From there he slapped more of the glowing luminescent stuff onto the body, pushing it upwards into a crude head shape. There were many imperfections in the shape, but when he opened his eyes, there stood a perfectly formed horse, complete with a saddle.

"Are you a magician?" came a high-pitched voice, ruining Gaston's post-concentration daze.

Nearby, a small boy had watched Gaston in an odd mixture of awe and confusion. The strange man had made punching and pulling motions with his hands, seemingly to nothing, but then, suddenly, a horse had appeared in front of him. So it only made sense for him to ask how the man had done it.

"What? Magic is treachery and deception! I am a noble warrior, and I would never partake in such... tomfoolery!" Gaston waved his arms wildly as he spoke.

"Waah! You're gonna cast a spell on me!" 

Gaston gritted his teeth in frustration. Was the child listening at all? The boy began to run, but Gaston leapt forward in front of him. 

"You be quiet, boy! I told you, noble warriors like myself don't partake in magic!" The boy was beginning to annoy him. But as he spoke, an idea came to his mind. "Say, do you know your way around this area?"

"Um, I uh, know where some of the main cities are, I guess. Not much for civilisation around here, besides Ambrosia."

"What is this Ambrosia?"

"A city where tons of people are there, uh, the mayor, she's a prime-" Gaston cut him off.

"You said her-I believe you mean him, correct?"


"Uh, no, she's a chick. So, anyway, you should probably go there if you want a city."


"Unbelievable! Take me to a different city."

"Sorry to tell you, but there's not really any others."

"Shameful! Fine then, I'll go make my own camp! I don't need a city to survive!"

"Okay then. Sorry to tell you, but I'll just be going. Gotta get back to my house for supper, and all that."

Gaston nodded and began to let him go, but then stopped himself. How useful would a completely subservient, brainwashed companion be? This child was at an age where he could very easily be manipulated to serve Gaston's purposes.

"Say, how would you like to become my assistant?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you'd go with me on adventures! We'd fight off monsters and get treasure and attention! You just need to come with me, and we'll begin training!"

"Hm... Maybe I should talk to my mom about this?"

"Nonsense! I'm sure she'll understand! So, if you're coming, get on the horse!" 

The boy considered for a moment. He wasn't completely sure that his mom would be fine with him going, but she had always taught him to take opportunities that rise. And this certainly seemed like an opportunity for adventure, experience, and money! He gleefully jumped onto the horse as Gaston began to move ahead, his horse clomping across the bare jungle floor. It had trouble making it over some vines, but as soon as they came across a road it was an easy traversal through the forest. The child looked around in awe at the trees they passed. 

"Never been in a forest before?" Gaston asked him.

"No. I live in the West side of the verse, so I usually don't see trees like this. Even though they're a lot shorter, I like these trees better 'cuz they have cool leaves." 

Gaston laughed. "How does one get so amazed by something so small," he muttered under his breath.


After a few hours, Gaston and the boy had come upon a cave, very large and very dark, straight to the side of the road. Gaston pulled the horse over to the field outside of the cave, and turned to the child.

"Now, listen to me, boy. There may be... unfavourable creatures, in that cave. Monsters that will attack us. So! Grab the sharpest stick you can find so that you can help fight!"

The boy looked distraught for a moment, but then started looking, determined.

"I was joking!" The boy turned around, and Gaston began summoning a weapon for him. It would be a double-sided axe, perfect for a beginner. At least, Gaston thought it would be. He wasn't exactly sure, but it seemed to make sense. As soon as the weapon was summoned, Gaston tossed it to the child. The boy barely caught it, but managed to, and then faced Gaston with a grin on his face. 

"Let's go get 'em!"


Gaston crept into the cave, followed in toe by the child. He clutched his blunderbuss in hand, ready to shoot anything inside. And soon, they found the target. A bear slept in the middle of a large chamber. Gaston gestured for the child to run in, and he gleefully complied, slamming the ax down with a scream... and hitting the ground. The bear awoke with a roar, turning to the boy and baring his claws, as the child squealed. But Gaston took the opportunity, shooting the bear in the side. It turned to him, running, but the boy smacked it with the ax. It was not a very powerful swing, for sure, but it actually landed this time. Progress! Gaston again took advantage of its distraction, charging with his knife out. He tackled the bear with a strong leap, and dug into its side with his knife. The bear began to bite, but Gaston punched it in the snout, slamming its head on the ground. 

"Yes! Dine upon feces, foul cretin!" he yelled, as he dealt the killing blow to its neck. "So child, that is how you kill a monster! Now, let's sleep! We have a long day ahead of us!" 

Though the boy took a minute to recoil, Gaston wasted no time at all beginning a night of rest and dreaming, despite his very recent acts of destruction.

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Quote:Practicing writing as my third character, Panty. I’m really close to unlocking her but I just had to get this out of my system.

Character Name: The Borg
Character Source: Star Trek OC

Character History: The Borg is/are a vast collection of cybernetic organisms linked together by a hive mind (called ‘The Collective’ or ‘the Hive’).  The individual entities are often called ‘drones.’  The Borg seek to assimilate alien cultures and technology into themselves for the purpose of moving closer to perfection.  The Borg has spent thousands of years on this slow march toward perfection, encountering and assimilating numerous species into its Collective.

There are no individuals within the Borg.  Even so, from time to time, the Borg is known to elevate one drone as a physical representative of the Collective.  Commonly called a ‘Borg Queen.’

One day, a Borg drone simply vanished from the Collective.  It had been pulled into the Omniverse, possibly because Omni mistook the one for the many (but who knows for sure).  When the drone arrived in the Omniverse, this single Borg became the many Borg.  A latent string of coding in its cybernetic body triggered, perceiving this change in environment as a near genocide of the Borg Collective.

But the genocide was left incomplete.  From this Borg, new Borg will flourish.  

New variables will be analyzed and solved.  The playing field has changed, but the parameters remain the same.

Perfection.

Resistance is futile.

The Omniverse will be assimilated.

Physical Description: The drone brought to Omniverse, having become a new iteration of the Borg Queen, has altered its appearance in order to appear unimposing as it analyzes its new environs.  The Borg take the form of an unimposing man in his late 20s.  Nappy brown hair and blue-ish green eyes.  Scruffy facial hair and mute, non-aggressive clothes like the ones you’d buy at Target.  His skin is that of a pale Caucasian.  Black-framed glasses round out the look.  The Borg’s right eye is a prosthetic that appears, for all intents and purposes, like a normal eye.  

The Borg stands 5’9” and weighs roughly 155 pounds.

Stats
ATK: 4
DEF: 2
SPD: 1
TEC: 3

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

Powers (2000/8000): Survival (2000)

Moves: Hand Augment – Shiv (300)

Hand Augment – Shiv -> The Borg possesses the ability to convert its organic extremities for use as weapons, tools, or other implements.  In this instance, the Borg takes one of its hands and turns it into a two-foot blade about four inches in diameter.  This blade can be sheathed when not in use.  Shifting between organic hand and the shiv takes only a few moments and can be triggered mentally.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us? I searched the internet to find you.  Resistance is futile.

4600/5000 OM

How very strange. How very unnatural.

I always knew what I was, even before I was born. King. The rightful ruler of all that stands below me. My birth merely confirmed it. I am stronger, faster, better, more intelligent, more fitting than any other living being.

That is simple fact. I am destined to rule.

Until one finds out that someone stands above you.

This Omni. I knew nothing of him until now, yet he has existed all along. So was I wrong?

“Hey. You there. Are you a new Prime?”

I look up. A white being. Not Omni. This one is taller, with black eyesockets and more of a ridged, chitinous exoskeleton. I suspect it is a human in armour.

Next to him stands another such being. “Careful, 34999.”

“I know.”

I find I am sitting, but I rise.

I …. what?

My body is … different! So much weaker! I feel as I did when that nuclear bomb went off. Unnaturally weak. Robbed of all but a fraction of my true strength.

I look up at the two white beings. “Where are my vassals?” A note of urgency passes into my voice. “Where is Menthuthuyoupi? Neferpitou? Shaiapouf?”

The second of the two, the calmer, raises his palms. “That’s okay, you’re confused. This is the Omniverse. You’re in the Nexus.”

I listen, even as I feel my stress level rising.

“We’re stormtroopers. We come from the Empire. Our home is Coruscant.”

He points far off, and my keen eyes spy an archway of shimmering steel. Human creation, or Omni’s? I have so many questions.

He leans forward. I can see that he’s scared, but trying to reach out to me. “You’re a Prime, right?”

Prime.

“What is that?” I ask.

“It means ‘someone who was summoned by Omni’. We,” he gestures to himself and the other white one, “Were summoned by Primes such as yourself. Some folks call us ‘secondaries’. We don’t have powers. Most of us … most of us are pretty normal. But Primes like you can’t die. And you can summon people, items … anything.”

My eyes widen. ‘Omni’ had mentioned these things, but only in vague terms. Summoning people? That means … Komugi can live again.

My heart races.

“So you,” I say flatly, “Wish to recruit me to your cause, yes?”

They balk momentarily. Then the speaker speaks: “We try to recruit Primes, yes.”

“That is only logical.” I touch a finger to my chin. “This world is very different to mine. There seem to be many new rules.” I look up. “Tell me, if I come to your ‘Coruscant’, am I obligated to join you?”

He shakes his head, and I can tell he’s pleased. “No, not unless you want to.”

Hm. “And there, can I freely obtain information?”

He nods energetically. “Yes. We have a library, the greatest in all the Omniverse! You’re free to peruse it. We’ll even give you a place to stay on Tier One. It’s the greatest place in Coruscant!”

He swallows. Something is making him nervous, and that’s plain. He’s afraid of me.

“… All that we ask is that you follow the rules. Violence is strictly prohibited. Theft, damage of property …”

He goes on to list a number of rules and I listen patiently. All of the rules seem perfectly reasonable. I would have decreed much the same. Though I’m surprised they allow such freedom. What does this ‘Coruscant’ look like?

When he seems finally done, he seems expectant. I am perplexed. Do Primes normally find these rules so difficult to follow?

I nod. “I understand your rules, and I agree to follow them for my duration in the city.”

The two stormtroopers look at each other, sharing something. I’ll admit, I’m not so taken with the idea of following the orders of lesser beings. But not all humans have proven to be savages, and whoever runs this city must be someone of reasonable power and intelligence. Perhaps this world is different.

“I have a question,” I ask.

“Fire away,” says the first stormtrooper, now seemingly less jumpy in my presence.

“Are you all … humans, in this city?”

“Yes, mostly. But we’re from a world where many races share the same planets.” He pauses. “What is it like in your world?”

I think back.

When I arrived in that world, I was different. Young. I did not shy from violence.

The King tears his way free of his mother’s womb. The Queen lie bleeding, and one retainer rushes forward to treat her injuries.

This retainer does not see the King. This retainer not prostrate himself.

His head vanishes.

“Do not make me repeat myself,” says the young King. “Bring me food.”

So imperious was I that I let my mother die without even learning the name she had given me.

That only came later.

With his three vassals, the King moves East, to the republic of East Gorteau.

Along the way he feeds and discovers his power. He feeds on the nen of others. Rare humans, those with great power, fill him with especial power and taste the best.

I took their country … I dethroned their despot ruler.

I was still so young …. I knew so little.

That’s when I met … her.

In boredom, the King has begun to learn various games. He reads, learns their rules, and then proceeds to play the world champions of each board game.

None of them offer any challenge. Some of them try to run. They don’t make it far.

Then arrives a young woman. Blind and feeble, a snotty nose. A pathetic sight, but the greatest Gungi player in the world. And she beats the King.

Time and time again, she beats the King.

And he finds it …

Invigorating.

My vassals were all wrapped up in the final preparations for processing the country’s denizens, bringing them to me to eat. That was my purpose. To be the King. To rule.

And yet, all I cared about was a game. Because every minute I spent playing, I could feel my mind expanding. New concepts …. new potential strategies. I was compelled. I dove willingly into the depths of the game and found my hunger for greater depth growing in tandem with my mind.

Shaiapouf feared it.

The first day I felt fear was when all the people of East Gorteau had been assembled to be processed. That is the day when the humans struck back. They bombarded the palace with lances of nen from the sky, not knowing that other humans in the firing line.

The King finds Komugi bleeding out and orders his vassal, Neferpitou, to save her. She will live.

He understands now. He cares for her.

But even though they had struck against me, I found it in myself to be the better leader.

I went to parley … with that man.

Netero, chairman of the Hunter association, challenges the King to fight.

The King refuses. He offers to talk. To make peace between their two races.

The chairman Netero hesitates. Then he tells the King of his mother’s fate. That she died … and told the doctors the name she’d decided for her son. The King’s name.

Netero knew it. And he would tell the King, if only he could beat him.

I was blinded by hunger. By the game. It was just like fighting Komugi in Gungi. It was exhilarating.

I executed my strategy flawlessly. Unlike Gungi, the sides were not equal. While he was a truly exceptional human, the most powerful and the greatest fighter I have ever met, I was objectively his superior.

But he had not expected to win. I could not fathom his logic. I did not understand my enemy.

The Chairman, Netero, his right arm and leg gone. His vital energy, nen, spent entirely on his final attempt to win the fight …

He has accepted his death. He smiles and speaks the King’s name.

Then he plunges his fingers into his own heart.

Within his chest explodes an atomic bomb.

Even the atomic bomb didn’t kill me. But I only barely clung to life.

Shaiapouf and Youpi … they found me. Fed me most of their own bodies. They were … exquisite. Filled with the greatest energy I had ever tasted.

But the bomb had infected me with a sickness that nothing could purge. It spread from me … first to my vassals. And then to her.

The King sits, playing Gungi with Komugi. The radiation sickness that grips him is contagious. But still she sits with him, even after his retainers have passed from it. They play.

“Komugi …” he says. “It appears I never defeated you a single time.”

“What are you saying? We’ve just gotten started!”

“Yes …”

They play.

But the King is tired.

“I need to take a short nap,” he says. “Will you hold my hand?”

“I understand,” she says.

They sit in the silence.

“Komugi,” he asks. “Will you call me by my name, one last time?”

“Good night,” she says.

“Meruem.”

All these memories are difficult to recall. It feels like it was all a long time ago, somehow.

Perhaps this is all a dream. Perhaps this is the afterlife.

The stormtrooper clears his throat. “Well … well then, would you like to come with us?” He motions to his vehicle, a small bike.

I realise I have been standing still and silent for a long while. “Yes,” I say finally. “But I think … I think I would like to walk.”

The troopers share a look. “As you wish,” says the speaker.

His voice sounds a bit like Netero’s. My tail coils. But his body language is totally different. He wears a helmet, but the fear is written on him like plain ink. He is common.

We walk, and I think.

CHARACTER NAME:
Haseo
CHARACTER SOURCE:
Dot Hack Anime
CHARACTER HISTORY:
Ryou Misaki otherwise known as Haseo is a sophomore in a private high school. Living in alone tokyo he took up the game 'The World' after talking to a friend about it. Haseo was once the player 'Sora' in the previous version of the game. Though he has no memory of it due to Skeith's data drain. Ever since making the character Haseo his old character data wandered as an AI which had reunited with Haseo as Skeith.

When first entering 'The World' He was taught how to play the it but at the same time betrayed by the people whole taught him and almost ended up being pked. Had it not been a young girl character named Shino who stepped in to help and gave words of encouragement and a older man named Ovan who pkked the pkers, Haseo started to see a reason to play.

He was part of a small group called 'The Twilight Brigade' which disbanded not long after Ovan left the group.

Haseo went through many changes searching for his former comrades though when his love interest Shino got pked by a mysterious player named 'Tri-Edge' the player playing Shino fell into a coma. Haseo needed revenge and to do that he needed to defeat this 'Tri-Edge' to wake shino from her coma.

He hunted for many months asking pkers 'Do you know of Tri-Edge?' All to get little to no real information until 1 month later out of nowhere Ovan showed himself and told Haseo that 'Tri-Edge' would return today to the scene of the crime.

The losing battle of Haseo versus Azure Kite ended with Haseo getting data drained by accident as the intended blow was meant for Ovan who was standing behind Haseo. Haseo who was to focused on him had no idea of Ovan being there and ultimately was reduced back to level 1.

After much help with his new friends Silabus and Gaspard Haseo got back his 3rd form and Skeith powered up with him. Haseo is also part of a secret organization that helps debug the game even though AIDA is technically not really a bug. The avatars are their weapons and through them they gain unfathomable power but at the risk of losing their life.

In his earlier years in search for Tri-Edge he was a famous PKKer known as 'The Terror of Death' though he has disregarded that name he is still a force to be reckoned with.

After tracking down the real Tri-Edge he found Ovan who revealed himself as such.

Clearly outmatched his character data was almost destroyed but thanks to his avatar and zelkova he gained a new form and skeith powered up to its final form.

Cubia who had been unleashed onto 'The_World' for a second time was defeated by Haseo and his avatar Skeith and peace was restored to both offline and online worlds.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Haseo has spiky silver hair, white and slightly tanned skin with red eyes. He has black armor with some red and gold lining accenting the armors' features. Haseo has red markings along his cheeks and on his bare chest that the black armor does not completely protect but has some light violet plating that accents the rest of his armor. He has a long black tail like appendage attached to his armor right along the back of his neck that runs down like a cape. 

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

STARTING PROFICIENCIES: 

Physical Strength – 1000 OM

Area Attack Proficiency – 600 OM

STARTING POWERS: 

Master Acrobat – 400 OM

Burst Movement – 800 OM

Super Jumping Basic: 300 OM

STARTING MOVES:

Spin Gai Gu: Cost: 300 OM
Two jagged copper daggers that are both twin in size and shape. Both daggers have red grips with a gold pommel attached to it, black hilts adorned with gold lining and red plating on them. The edge of the blades have five triangular spikes along the jagged edges of the blades. 
The twin daggers are both 12 inches in length and about 5 inches in width.
These twin daggers are mainly used to for close range combat and for faster attacks often with combination type attacks. 
Used for quicker type attacks but has low attack power.

Broad Legged: (Requires Physical Strength) Cost: 300 OM
A large double-sided broadsword that has jagged spikes along both edges. The sword is roughly five feet in length and one foot in width/ The the hilt, grip and pommel are all violet in color whole the blade and edges are gold with brown lining. The edges of the blade can be used like a chainsaw as they rev up for about half a second before being able to use the blade's chainsaw like features against the foe. 
This sword has high attack power but is slow to use. 

Scythe Schoxaio: (Requires Area Attack Proficiency) Cost: 300 OM
A long one-sided scythe about 35 inches long and 5 inches width. The heel of the scythe is a jagged black metal with three red eyes adorning it then connecting to the long jagged blade of the scythe. The blade of the scythe is a light brown in color with jagged black edges. The black scythe has two spikes at the top and behind the blade accenting the jagged theme of the entire scythe. 
The Scythe allows for quick attacks and high attack power but at the cost of being to long to use for short range attacks.

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Where did you find us?
Been here before.