First Lieutenant Shieva Winters kicked over yet another burned corpse with her armor-plated boot, her disgust hidden behind the cold visor of her Stormtrooper helmet. The damn place was a wreck. And to think they were on the first tier... 



It terrified her. Regular terrorists were to be treated with the utmost care and caution, but this was something far worse. Whatever caused this was dangerous and sending a message. What that message was seemed pretty clear the The First Lieutenant. Do not fuck with me, is what she read. And it was pretty damn clear. She rolled the body back into its position, charred skin and flesh caressing the black soot and ash beneath it. She was really glad in that moment that her helmet filtered out smells. Command had given her what, at the time, had seemed like an easy job. Primary objective was to locate Elijah Corvus, the former Director of the experimental facility here in Coruscant. And yet there were thousands of dead and rotting bodies here, not counting the ones that may or may not have been buried beneath the shell of the building. She glanced up at the sky and took into account the sun bearing down on her. Beneath the bone-white plating, she could feel rivulets of sweat running down her neck and around her breasts. Down to her stomach, taut with muscle and fear. She  felt so damn hot beneath her armor, and this unshakable presence of fear bore down on her like the commanders of her unit. She turned her head sharply as a sound found its way into her right ear, and she pivoted, throwing up a little dust in the wake of her momentum. Under a bit of collapsed rubble, an opalescent glow seeped out like the blood on the corpses, slow and lazy and hot. Shieva felt the fear slowly grow as she inched forward, and yet she also felt something else... A sort of ease that entered her mind. It was as she knew what might happen, but wasn't concerned in any way. She could handle whatever might come her way. She was a Stormtrooper, Goddammit!

That was the last thought to cross her mind before a black, sinewy claw erupted through her chest, killing her instantly.

"Humans... So soft and squishy on the inside." Koal turned around and shook the bloody viscera off his hand, whistling an old tune that had no name.

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Asriel will become a wizard's apprentice in Dalaran. I am really bad at writing long posts on my own. But, I am better at writing longer posts if I have somebody RPing with me.

So, I need a Storyteller to assist me in roleplaying a master for Asriel.

If I'm too vague, please let me know.

Character name:
Dick Howland
Character source:
OC
Character history:
Dick Howland hails from an alternate version of Earth, similar to that in many comics or other superhero universes. Within it, there are essentially what could be considered other "layers" of space and time-overlapping, influencing, and being influenced by what most would consider the "real world." Some layers are close to what we consider real: in these, the world often reflects the minds of those interacting with it. But there are also those far away from our reality, rarely closely detected by any humans, and filled with entirely alien and bizarre objects, and even, sometimes, entities. And sometimes people within our world gain the ability, through a genetic mutation they are born with or through some alteration of their body by an event in their life, to interact with these other layers of reality. The directness of these interactions, and what they cause, varies greatly among individuals. For many, they can draw power from or temporarily enter these realms, giving them extraordinary and superhuman abilities. Rarely, they can even mentally project into these realms directly, and this is where most of civilisation's (limited) information about the realms comes from. 

Dick, himself, was born able to connect to these alternate worlds. He was born into a relatively well-off family, somewhat poor but always able to afford necessities. He had a relatively normal childhood, until the age of eleven. It was then that he discovered his abilities, at a birthday party. While excited blowing out the candles on the cake, he accidentally produced a blast of energy, destroying the cake. From there, his powers only grew, linked to his emotions. Running in a race, he discovered he could temporarily phase into another layer of reality, causing a burst of speed that let him win the race. Trying to protect himself from an incoming toy gun bullet, he discovered he could produce hard-light constructs linked to his hand when he made a shield (much to the chagrin of the toy gun owner-it destroyed the bullet). Over time, with training and a significant amount of willpower, he gained the ability to control his powers. And those powers would affect him greatly throughout his life.

Quicker than he could fully process it, Dick's school life ended and he was thrust into the real world, expecting his powers to give him a leg-up within a workplace. So he moved to a large city, hoping to make a fortune. But reality was crueller than he would have thought, and he ended up struggling to buy food and pay rent, his powers ultimately useless when trying to find a job. So, he turned to crime. Howland joined a small group, only about five people including him, and they began undertaking major heists, using Dick as their secret weapon. But one night, when they were threatening a woman in a high apartment, something went terribly wrong. A fire started, a result of one of the criminals getting too arrogant with a lighter. So they all ran, trying to make it to a window in order to at least save themselves from burning, if not death itself. But only Dick, with his bursts of speed, was able to make it out, leaping through the glass, shattering it as the building behind him was aflame. Closing his eyes, he made his peace and prepared to face death. And yet the sudden shock of hitting the ground never came, for he was caught by a costumed hero: Guardian.

Guardian was at that time considered the penultimate hero, gifted with the powers of flight and super-strength. Wearing a bold red, white, and blue costume, he soared through the city, leading to a massive drop in crime. Dick had, of course, heard of him-you could scarcely find someone who hadn't-but had not been expecting him to come to this area, and certainly had not expected him to save him of all people-a criminal! Panting from running as he was set down, Dick asked Guardian if there was anything he could do to repay him for saving his life, but all Guardian replied with was a simple message to try to help people. So that was exactly what Dick did.

Reinvigorated by his saviour, Dick quickly fashioned a white, grey, and red costume and took to the streets, using his incredible bursts of speed and bright light attacks to stop any criminals he could find. He took on the name "Blink," for his incredible speed when leaping across buildings. And his heroing career was successful. Blink became known worldwide, eventually surpassing even Guardian in terms of popularity and successfulness. But any career, even one filled with heroics, comes to an end eventually. At the age of forty, Dick decided to try and settle down, moving off to a rural area and limiting contact with cities, hoping to finally relax.

But Dick's rest and relaxation could not last forever. After ten years had passed, he decided to go back to the city where he had begun his career, to check up on things and make a public appearance as Blink to assure the public that whatever new heroes protected the city had his approval. But the state of heroics in the city was shocking. Brutal vigilantes, who killed and worked against the law. Sarcastic heroes who were incredibly lenient, often dealing far less punishment than criminals deserved. Only a few true heroes, trying to maintain order. And the worst part was an inactive police force, content to sit back and allow vigilantes to do work for them. Dick vowed to begin working with police and these new heroes, trying to restore order to the city. But just as he donned his costume for the first time in years, Blink was taken by Omni, trapped in an unfamiliar and strange world.

Physical Description: 

Dick Howland has a slim, tall figure. He stands at about one hundred eighty-five centimetres tall (about six foot one) and is muscular, although not bulky. He has short black hair with strands of grey in it that connects to a thick beard that covers most of his face, and striking blue eyes. His typical costume is white primarily, with small portions of grey and black and some red lines and details throughout. (The picture is essentially a slightly younger version of him)

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000)
Starting Powers:
Burst Movement (800), Foresight (1500), Master Acrobat (400)
Starting Moves:
Eye Beams (Requires Ranged Proficiency, 600 OM): By focusing his energy into his eyes, Dick can fire a deadly beam. He starts the attack by charging up his energy for about three seconds before releasing firing two blue beams of that combine into one about three centimetres from his face. From there, he can either leave it as a simple, short blast in which case it dissipates immediately after hitting the target, or he can sustain the blast. If he chooses to sustain the blast, it causes a minor energy cost for as long as he continues to fire it, about equivalent to that an average person would feel when jogging. Being hit with the blast causes burning wounds, the blast itself being about fifty degrees Celsius. As such it likely will only cause first degree burns if hit with only a temporary blast but can be worse if the blast is held. The blasts can be fired while moving, but require Dick to be looking at his target and as such it renders the use of other moves impossible while this move is held. The beam is relatively accurate, able to hit a target accurately for up to about thirteen metres away, and while it wouldn't be impossible to hit something farther than that, from there accuracy starts to dip off.

Energy Bolt (300): Through pumping energy into one of his index fingers, Dick can fire a small, crystal-shaped blue blast of energy from his hand. It takes about a second to charge, at which point the crystal appears floating above his finger, and will shoot on command. Summoning the bolt takes a small amount of energy, equal to about that of jogging up a flight of stairs. Releasing it, however, takes no energy. The bolt is about as strong as steel, about the length of a pencil, but with the width of a banana at its widest point. Each end has a sharp point, able to pierce through most layers of average human skin. The blast is only accurate for about five metres, though, after which it is very hard to hit a small target. Aiming this attack takes little concentration, and he could easily use another technique with it, although that would make the bolt slightly less accurate.

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I just got back from overthrowing the provisional government, comrade! (alt to Gaston/don't remember)

As some of you know, I have made a charter named 'Angel', she is from an AU to our world where our original characters would be cannon (though the medium you think would best suit them, Ex. Books, anime, video games, stand alone movies, ect. [if you can't think of one I would be quite happy to work if you in deciding one])

While I have gotten permission from most of the people I intend to RP with as Angel, it has come to my attention that the staff members would prefer a public record of these and so I am asking for anyone who is playing an Original Character in the Omniverse and is okay with my newest character having inside knowledge to the basics their CONCEPTS ONLY upon meeting/seeing/hearing of them IC due to the rules of the site, please give your permission below. (I guess I can always answer questions here as well if anyone are confused)

HIVESWAP HIVESWAP HIVESWAP

I realize that it's a little cold to be posting this thread on the same day that Ezrihel announces that she'll be leaving the Omniverse for a while. Ezzy, if you happen to read this I'm sorry - and again, I wish you all the best with what's going on in your life, and I sincerely hope that things work out for you! It's just that I am a little impatient and want to get the rewritten void quest underway.

To get those unaware updated on this subject: Ezrihel has read my original Void Quest for Amaterasu (read here), and determined that it's not sufficient to pass as it is. I decided to rewrite the entire quest from the ground up as opposed to tacking on more words to the end. She gave me some feedback and suggestions for improvement for that second go. Once the new rewritten Void Quest is ready for posting the old posts I linked to above will be wiped.

I want to ask if there is any staffer (preferably someone who grades quests :o) who could poke through my current plans for my rewritten Void Quest to point out if they see any glaring errors? Just to be clear: I don't need you to read any part of what I've written or re-written, but rather go through the summary (refer to the post below). I moreso want a second opinion to make it less likely that I fail a second time. Can't guarantee that I won't fail of course, but an unbiased opinion from the outside would be greatly appreciated!

Hey everyone! Long time no see =)

I'm posting here to let y'all know that I'm going to going ahead and retiring from the Omniverse. It's been an amazing and fun- though sometimes stressful- stay. I still love the site, but with the chaos in my life right now, I can't bring myself to commit time here anymore, whether it be in the form of staff work or just bullshitting in the chat box. I haven't even been able to bring myself to write for several months and honestly it breaks my heart.

That being said, I'm still so glad for the memories I've made on Omniverse. While I may not have left a lasting impression on y'all, you guys have left one on me. I'm so grateful to have been able to meet you guys and get to know you wonderful people, watch you grow and help you when I could.

To my staff members: I'm really going to miss my staff family. I don't think you know how much you've helped me just from being there to listen to me rattle on in the middle of the night about the IRL drama I'm stuck with. I've lived a majority of my life thinking that I was a ghost and no one cared, but you guys proved me wrong. Thank you for that, from the bottom of my heart.




Thank you for everything, Omniverse. I'm gonna really miss you guys.


With Love,

~Ezzy

It says I've reached 100% of my PM space, but I've deleted all but 10 or so of my messages and it still is giving me that warning.

In the top right next to the private messages button it still says I have a total of 100 messages.

I've deleted all of my sent messages and most of my inbox and I've waited a day/reloaded the website and it hasn't fixed it.

Am I just missing something obvious?

Gaston sat next to a pile of boxes, his mirror out, sighing. 
"Why would they sentence us to such a menial task? All we do is load these boxes all day!" he complained, scrolling through a short guide to summoning things on his mirror. 
"Well why don't you just shut the hell up, little boy?" Gaston's partner in the service centre pointed a finger-gun at his head and mouthed the word 'bang,' an irritated look on his face. "They might hear us, throw us into the normal prison. And trust me, I ain't going back to normal prison." Gaston sighed, shaking his head.
"That's the problem with you criminals! You always complain at the consequences of your unjust actions! The Beast in my world did the same, and so do you!"
"Aren't you a criminal too?" Gaston glared at him, annoyed by his logic.
"That was different! I was falsely accused!"
"Shut up, boy. I'm tired of you talking."
"I will not listen to you!" The man pulled out a knife from a box and pointed it at Gaston, to which he jumped backward.
"Haha! It's fake, bitch!" he said. Gaston scowled, looking back at the guide. He was having trouble reading it (after all, there were no pictures!), but he figured it out, mostly. The 'Omnlium' mentioned by the one who had brought Gaston to this place could be used to summon things, provided you concentrate on it. All together, it seemed very useful. Focusing for a moment, Gaston closed his eyes, thinking about what he wanted to summon: his bow, a quiver full of arrows, and his blunderbuss. He held out his hands and began to zone out, his mind only focused on the shape and size of the objects. Unaware of how long it had taken, Gaston opened his eyes, looking down into his lap where the objects were sitting. He strapped the quiver and bow onto his back, grinning. The first part of his journey back to glory! 

But before he could put his blunderbuss away, and get back to work, Gaston looked out the window of the small centre, seeing a man getting approached by a woman carrying a knife.
"Listen man. I don't want any trouble, just give me the money, and you're good," the woman said, speaking in a business like manner.
"I...I swear, I don't have any today! I..I just gotta do this one job, and I'll pay you, I..I swear!" he replied, panicking as he backed up. 
"That's what you said last time. Now, are you gonna pay, or is this gonna be messy?" The man yelled out in terror and broke into a sprint, trying to get quickly away from the woman. Seeing enough, Gaston stood up swiftly. Finally, a chance to prove himself as a hero! He ran out of the door as fast as possible, yelling back at his partner, 
"Don't let them know I'm gone!" before quickly exiting the service centre. He ran as quickly as he could (not very fast, though; he never did do much running) toward the woman, aiming his blunderbuss as he ran. Initially, he aimed it toward her head, ready to kill, but soon remembered: even if just, unless you were in a certain position of power, you could not kill someone without consequences. So, he shot at her foot once he got close enough, causing her to fall over from her running. Shocked, she snarled and turned her head, staring at Gaston. 
"Who are you with?! The Jacks? Orcs? Trust me, whoever you're with, I'll pay double! Just don't turn me in!" Gaston was confused for a moment. The Jacks? The Orcs? Strange names, to be sure. Likely other groups of criminals! But Gaston was no criminal.
"I most certainly am not part of either of those odd groups! I am here because I am a hero, and I will protect this man!" 

"Fuck... one of these..." the woman said to herself. "Look, man. I kind of have to rob these guys; I got into this gang, and there's really no other way for me to get money, and survive. So, you gonna let me go?" She attempted to appeal to Gaston's sympathy, but to no avail.
"Shut up! I will decide if you can leave! And I say no!" He kicked the woman's injured leg, causing her to wince, and walked over to the man she had threatened, as he had stopped running to watch Gaston. "You! Are you okay?"
"Y...yeah, I think so."
"Why was she asking you for money? Did you owe her for something?"
"N...no, well, yeah, sort of. Th..they make us pay, and then if we don't th...they kill us. I...I tried to pay them on time, but I just had to get food and... and I couldn't muster enough credits for them. Thanks, for saving me. I can't really pay you, but I'm sure I can do something," Gaston shook his head.
"No worries! Just spread the word: if ever there is an injustice, call on Gaston, for he is a hero! That is enough to pay me! For I do not do this for money, but merely for the good of you all, and if you spread my name I can help more of you!"
"Y...yeah, I will." The man, slightly weirded out by Gaston's hubris, walked away quickly, heading back to his home. For Gaston, this was a glorious occasion! He had spread his name further, and was rebuilding his legacy, even if he was in a strange, new world!
"So, back to work then, so I don't get in further trouble with the law!" But as Gaston spoke to himself, he looked back at the woman, seeing she had just put her phone away, and was grinning. "What is so amusing?" he demanded, but then she smirked further, so he turned to his side, seeing a large man with a metal baseball bat, running straight for him!

Quote:995 words, as per wordcounter.net. Doing The Hero This City Needs, just witnessed the violent crime in progress, stopped it, in next post will be attacked by gang.