I vouldnt find the old rename thread, but can I get renamed to The Rogue?

Switching from Aegis to The Rogue

Character name: The Rouge

Character source: Original

Character history:
For the longest time The Rogue thought ey had signed up voluntarily for a project for eir government. Ey had a complete trust in the higher-ups, until a fateful message was sent to em. The Rogue, or rather, The Infiltrator, as ey were known as back then, discovered that the U.N.A were abducting citizens and performing experiments on them in order to make them more docile. That is when ey contacted the sender and decided to splinter away from the government. It was revealed to em that an underground resistance movement existed.  Ey joined to the resistance, and took up eir old role, as The Infiltrator, but that name did not feel right to em, so ey became The Rogue. After a dozen or so successful missions, and few unsuccessful, it was down to the final fight. Eir Brother, The Soldier, and eir Sister, The Assassin, were waiting for em and the Resistance forces. Ey split off from the group to distract eir Siblings, as the Resistance stormed the final lab. The fight wasn't going so good for em at first, as The Soldier would fling em away and The Assassin would be there to slice em up. However, The Sniper, one of eir other Siblings from the program came to the rescue to keep The Assassin busy. The Rogue finally incapacitated The Soldier until he said the words that sealed his fate,

“Well Sibling, you can cut me up all you,” *cough* “want, but my suit will always heal me and I will always hunt you down!”, to this ey responded with,

“You're right, let me end your Hunt”, ey then leaped onto his back, and pulled off the metal casing that held and controlled the nanites that made up all of their suits. The removal destroyed The Soldier's nerve connections, disabling the suit and ending his life. Then ey heard a wet gasp over eir comms, and looked up at the tower that The Sniper was in, only to see that The Assassin literally stabbed her Sister in the back. When The Assassin looked down and saw The Soldier's mangled back, she let out a guttural scream, picked up The Sniper's energy rifle, and fired down upon The Rogue. Then a concussive blast from lab reverberated the ground, and caused several other explosion to go off, which the subsequent explosions ripped through the ground, causing The Assassin to lose her footing and slip of the edge of the rooftop, and slamming The Rogue into one of the Various APCs the Resistance used, causing eir vision to go dark, and then ey heard a voice “My name is Omni.”. . .


Physical Description:
The most important thing is that ey have a metal casing on eir back, which holds millions of nanites. Half of the casing’s capacity is used to for eir suit, which on default is a deep purple color with tan pads on the elbows and knees. The suit itself can form into other clothing so ey can blend in The rest is used to make em look like other people to help em blend in. Ey also have a collapsible helmet which forms down into a thick collar that is open on the front. The helmet also has a oscillating vocal filter that can also mimic other voices as long as The Rogue has recorded enough of that voice to create a vocal libaray. Ey are compact and about 5'3" in Customary  measurements.

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Phys. Strength (1000)

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat (400), Shapeshifting (1500), Basic Regen (1800)

Starting Moves:

Karambit (300): A 4 inch long curved knife that is sharpened on both edges. It has a metal ring at the end of the grip. This knife is used in way that uses the opponent's momentum against them.


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

Where did you find us? Coming back from hiatus.

Character name: Syn Shenron

Character source: Dragon Ball GT

Character history:

Before coming to the Nexus, Syn Shenron was the One-Star Shadow Dragon, and the strongest of the Shadow Dragons created by the
overflowing negative energies of the Dragon Balls, him specifically created from the wish to revive everyone killed on Namek. After killing Eis Shenron and dispatching Nuova Shenron, he quickly battles Goku and the rest of the Z-Fighters, and while he was able to trounce almost all of the other Z-Fighters, he was quickly outmatched by Goku after the latter broke his previous limitations and turned Super Saiyan 4.

Before the Shadow Dragon could swallow all of the other cracked Dragon Balls and turn into Omega Shenron, Syn was abruptly dragged into the Omniverse by Omni, and was curious of the new universe he was in. Even so, Syn's ultimate goal to destroy the universe still remains, and while he will bide time for now, he plans to gather enough negative energy to utterly destroy the Omniverse, and to eventually return to and destroy the universe he came from.

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Proficiency (1000)
Ranged Proficiency (1000)
Remote Control Proficiency (600)

Starting Powers:
Integration (1000)
Basic Fusion (1000)

Starting Moves:

Negative Karma Ball (300 OM, Requires Ranged, Remote Control)

Syn Shenron channels dark energy through the cracked Dragon Ball on his head and creates a ball of negative energy before launching it at the opponent with full power. The ball is around half the size of Syn Shenron at around 4 feet in diameter, and is launched at 20 MPH at the opponent, with Syn being able to control where the ball can go for up to 10 seconds before losing control. Once it collides with an opponent, it implodes onto the opponent, launching them 25 feet in the opposite direction of where the ball hit them and causing a great amount of damage to them. If it does not collide into a opponent however and hits anything else, the ball just dissipates into thin air. The maximum range for the Negative Karma Ball is 50 feet.

Creating the ball of negative energy costs a ton of stamina for Syn Shenron, so he can only use this move twice in battle before being too drained to create the Negative Karma Ball. Syn Shenron must also be completely still, though not necessarily on the ground while charging and launching the Negative Karma Ball, though he can move while controlling the ball. It also takes 6 seconds for the ball to be created due to the great amounts of negative energy needed to create the ball. Lastly, Syn Shenron cannot use most other moves alongsides this move while charging or throwing the Negative Karma Ball.

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

Now that he knew he was stuck here in the Omniverse, and that no amount of clever technology he could develop could do anything about the problem Veritas sighed. The dangers of the place were known to him now that he had earlier in the day went to the library and done some research on the subject of the place. Apparently there were a lot of "Verses" which represented the various places inside the Omniverse. One of them was "Camelot" while another was from Star Wars, namely Coruscant. There were also a couple of places he was not going to visit again. One of these was the Ashen Steppes because it had a pest problem. Well, pest problem could be the right term if you counted black monstrous, feral secondaries as a pest problem that were swarming the Ashen Steppes. Given that, his original attempt to build a home there had been a complete and total disaster in and of itself. Of course this didn't count the heat and general unpleasantness of nothing growing there. What he needed was somewhere new to call home. While he didn't like the idea, perhaps he could take advantage of the number of Storm Troopers and by building a base on Coruscant, use them as his security system. 

"The idea does have merit,"  sighed Veritas as he looked out the window of the tiny, run down apartment on Tier Four that he had rented for himself. It was not in the best of shape, but would do as a temporary base of operations until he could create an actual one for himself. What he'd also need were tools, perhaps some blasters, or an energy blade. In either case he knew he was going to need more equipment because his survival was going to dictate that he did have the equipment he needed. 

"Of course,  I'd need to be better equipped to survive here,"  He said,  sighing.  Powered Armor might be a good investment in the future because it could endure a lot of things that he couldn't normally. Science could be a useful asset, if he were able to get his hands on the components he'd need in order to build well, anything for himself really. Still he knew that if those black pests that had invaded the former area he thought he'd call home came here, he'd need something in case they overwhelmed everyone else. Unfortunately he would have too many neighbors, but it was something that he could live with, if push came to shove. Ideally, though he'd find somewhere else to call home, somewhere that he hadn't been before. 

Growling when someone in a nearby area lit a firework, he thought about using the laser pistol he had to destroy any more fireworks people had left nearby. What was the cause of this annoyance, and racket? He didn't know, and it was grating on his last nerve. 

Going over to his work table, he'd begin working on an invention of his own. One of the first things he had done when he was here, he'd built a blacksmith type forge for himself. It seemed it was time for him to experiment, to see what he could create for himself. Various tables lined the apartment he was renting. The tables made the place hard to sleep in, but had the tools needed to perform electrical work, and circuitry work on them, as well as various parts and components. Approaching one of them, he'd pull out the tools and start to assemble one of his inventions. While it looked like an old-school revolver, this was actually one that was high tech. Sure it was not the blasters the Empire used, nor nearly as good, but that wasn't it's intended purpose. It's intended purpose? To allow him to survive no matter what would happen. 

Originally he had received it from someone else, but he had dismantled it and rebuilt it to serve his own purposes. When he noticed a roach in the tiny apartment, Veritas made a mental note that he was going to see about sicking one of the Storm Troopers on the person who had last done maintenance of the place he now called home.

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[SYSTEM FAILURE]

Red lettering flashes on a black screen, a series of letters and numbers running down the screen. A steady noise accompanied the lines of code, a series of beeps that echoed through the entirety of the Nexus. Steam poured from disconnected tubes, each flailing till the clouds spewing forth started to die down. Still the beeping echoed, those two words clearly flashing at the forefront.

[SYSTEM FAILURE]

It was a tall cylinder, stark white to match the landscape of the Nexus. Blue liquid started to seep through the seams of a large panel that housed the blinking screen which sat at the center. Still the combination of letters and numbers continued, speaking with a language hidden to all those but the few that understood it. The blue liquid started to pour in greater amounts, jets of azure fluid spitting out and staining the ivory floors of the Nexus. Beeping continued but at a distorted pace and pitch before ceasing altogether, the blinking screen following suite, offering one more flash of red lettering before static overtook the screen and went dark…

[EJECT THE COND…]

The panel flew off with a sudden hiss and snap of pressure, sending it several feet to tumble and crash. Thick blue ooze rushed out of the pod, a human figure dangling from wires still attached as the last of the liquid spilled forth. Green eyes stared wide and bloodshot at the world and the great fountain before him. Mustering what strength he could, his breathing sharp and panicked, the man pried his arms away from the wires that held him. It was slow at first as he struggled, memory of seeing a smiling man with no other features clearly in his mind, but eventually he freed himself.

Each cable snapped away but the lack of resistance had him spinning and still suspended. A mask held his face tight, a clear tube dripping with the blue ichor connected to the device. Frantically pulling it away, a painful slurp accompanied the disconnect as a large amount of the tubing was pulled from his throat.

Slamming into the ground with a wheezing gasp of air, cobalt fluid splashing around him, it was all the man could do to control his terror. Small tendrils of electricity danced around his body, hinting at more to be unleashed before fizzling out. Crazed eyes darted back and forth as he struggled to get up, his body weak and his memory hazy. There were other figures around him but his vision was still adjusting to the sudden exposure to light. A white body suit, stained with the same liquid from the tank, clung to his skin. Shifting his body as he pushed himself up to his knees, he slowly turned to look at the cylinder from which he had come from.

“Wh…what is…where...” Shū muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and strained. His eyes wandered, head swinging back and forth as he tried to take in his surroundings. Among the hundreds of questions he wanted answers to, one voice was clearly heard in the back of his mind.

I’ll be watching…

“Sir, everything is okay, you-” The voice sounded distorted, like he was speaking behind something or his voice was projected. Shū turned to see several men in white armor, holding odd devices in their hands. Visions flashed in his mind when he saw them, his eyes widening. Images jarred his memory, abrasive and raw, unfiltered by doubt and denial.


Red.

Quote:Greetings everyone who wandered in and managed to make it to the end of this post! So this is my little opening, cause...yeah. If you wanna jump in, go for it. I haven't written in a long time so bear with me. Shoot me a PM if you want to ask me anything. I'll leave this here for today, see if I have any takers and continue tomorrow if not. I look forward to writing with anyone so long as you can forgive me for being all rusty at the whole writing thing. ^-^

Hello friends,

So...In lieu of running dungeons and dragons campaigns that I never have time for, I bit the bullet and activated a Minecraft Realms account for myself.

How do these things relate?

Well, I want one or two other worldbuilding geeks like myself to help me build a bunch of dungeons and a complex world history...

and then a bunch of you other kiddos to subject yourself to the CLEVER TRAPS and LORE STEEPED TREASURES that we come up with.

I can only have a maximum of ten people on my Realms server at a time, so the first couple world building spots are going to fill up quickly.

LET'S CHIT CHAT.

The Ashen Steppes had always been a danger-filled land, but nowadays it was much less subtle in the way it could potentially kill someone. In the past, someone would have to actually go looking for a monster to attack them or for the very ground underneath them to break open randomly. But now? Those things still happen, but are much easier to find.

Creatures known as Darkspawn had began to ravage the Omniverse. What used to be a dangerous land to travel was now a full-on suicide mission.

The border of the Koopa Kingdom had been completely decimated. Fortresses were abandoned or torn down completely. Bodies of fallen Koopa soldiers were either picked clean by the dangerous wildlife of the fiery plains, or had been converted into the army of darkness that continued to move into the usually defensible kingdom. Most of the safe paths through the Steppes were littered with the monsters that prayed on anyone silly enough to actually pass through. Many of the verses in the Omniverse were in danger, but it was not a stretch to say the Steppes were one of the worst. 

Despite this, the Koopa Kingdom persevered. That's what they did. Underground, they had a strong foothold in the massive cave system that spawned much of the verse. Despite the success of the Darkness' ground forces on the surface, the line underneath was held successfully. But only thanks to the ability of one group of Koopa soldiers.

Only one of the surface fortresses in the Koopa Kingdom was still standing and fully manned: Wendy Garrison. It was situated near the largest entrance to the Koopa's cave system, and was a clutch position on the map as far as a war was concerned. In front of it was plains, and behind it was a shallow path through the mountains. Losing it would make holding the underground much more difficult. Named after one of the Koopa King's many children, it was never the biggest or the most well-fortified of the above-ground castles. But the only female Bowser Jr had been able to rally troops and fight creatively, which earned her respect among even the enemies. She was well known for being greedy and political, but now she was becoming more known for her inability to give up the fight for the Kingdom (and her father).

It was on the ramparts of her Garrison that Wendy overlooked the battlefield. It was quiet right now. Only a straggler Darkling was visible, scouting them out. She could see it in the distance; a dragon humanoid in full armor. She turned away from it, unconcerned. She kept her hands behind her back under the curve of her shell. In front of her now was a line of elite Koopas: the ones known as Boomerang Bros. Behind them, in the courtyard of her bastille was more soldiers; the bulk of her small army.

Wendy brought a hand up to adjust the pink and white dotted bowtie on top of her head. The other hand held a small scepter, which she held up in the air. "Koopa Kingdom, I need you!"

She received a warm cheer from her soldiers as she gave them a moment to respond. None of them were too tired or scared to not proclaim their willingness to fight.

"Right now," she began, "We are the last line. We are all that stands between this Darkness and the Koopa Kingdom. Nobody thought we would survive the first night. Nobody thought we would last this long. But here we are." She paused for another cheer. "Our story is being told right now. More and more soldiers are coming from the Koopa Kingdom." Cheering. "My brothers are coming. More fighters from other verses are being called to arms right here, at Wendy Garrison." At the name of the fortress they were fighting more, another round of applause came. "Even my father, King Koopa, is joining us on the battlefield." This got the biggest reaction, by far. Even after the acclaim died down, mumbling could still be heard. "Because they all know this is where the fight is."

Wendy didn't have a popular reputation among the Koopa Kingdom. She was known to be bratty, greedy and petty. But this war had changed all of that. She was popular among her people, and she was the main reason her Kingdom still stood. She raised her scepter up and then pointed it out at the empty plains behind her.

"Out there is where the fate of the Ashen Steppes will be decided! That is where the fate of the Koopa Kingdom will be decided! So stand with me now!"

The roar of approval was deafening. It was so loud that even the Darkling Dragon Knight from way down the plains could hear it. Despite everything, the morale of the soldiers at Wendy Fortress was as high as it had been from the beginning.

But the reality, Wendy knew, was much more dire then the false hope she could feed them. They would need her brothers, her father and as many soldiers are they could spare if they were going to survive another attack. They would especially need help from beyond the Ashen Steppes as well. Without the aid of more Primes and a lot of luck, the Koopa Kingdom would be ravaged by Darkness.

The transit from the endless void to the world beyond was deceptively smooth, to the point that if I wasn't coming from an endless space of dusk to a fluffy cloud I would have not even noticed the difference. So I was caught very unaware when I found myself in that fluffy cloud in some unidentified sky. First instincts told me to check my corners for some ugly abomination to jump me but it never came. The cloud was as safe (and soft, as I poked to see how it was holding my weight up) as it first looked. When I scanned the horizon, it looks exactly like a place a god would live: a mix of fluffy clouds and angels floating here to there while in the distance a gold gate barred to a city of wonder. The City itself, however, ended any semblance to some early cartoon's idea of heaven and into something that could only be considered its own thing. A mix of ancient Rome, Gothic Renaissance, and futuristic metropolis from Logan's Run. It was in equal parts a mishmash of styles and yet a seamless fusion.

Like I said, it looked exactly like where a god lives.

With a test bounce I found the gravity closer to that of the moon and bounced closer to the city, keeping any thoughts of what would happen if I was to slip and fall to the sideline.

Eventually I made it through the gate, all the while the angels greeted me warmly into the empty street. Like normal everyday people on a normal morning to a normal person, not angel analogs to a space marine who snapped Hell in half.

Finally I reached my destination, a long hall stacked with drinking tables far larger than the outside of revealed, decorated in tales of glory and tragedy down to the smallest detail. It was beautiful to behold, and some part of me wanted to stay here and take part in it's atmosphere. But I could not stop, and my goal was at it's end.

I stood before my captor, my hand on my holster. How ever this would end, I had the power to start it how I wanted it to.

"We finally meet. It's about time, Omni"