The Vision blinked twice as he reappeared in the Tower. He glanced around, and noticed Mr. Jarvis suiting up in his Iron Butler armor.

ALERT
Invaders detected at Avengers Tower!

"Another invader, sir," the butler explained.

"Affirmative," the android replied, "Please secure this object in a safe location."

"What happened, sir? Mr. Wright said you were-"

"I will debrief at a later time, Mr. Jarvis."

The Vision pressed the glowing purple gemstone into Mr. Jarvis' armored hand. The butler nodded and flew down the hall. The Vision opened the comms to the tower.

"Avengers, assemble."

The android warped through the wall, flying downward to reach the ground. And for hopefully the last time today, he saw another unexpectedly familiar face.

"Captain Rogers," he calmly said, "You are purple."

Luci enters the Tier-5 library in the disguise of Vanessa Harmon, a severe looking Imperial bureaucrat with level four clearance.

She walks importantly past the reception desk, her high heels click-clacking on the marble floor, her strut so professional she does not even disturb the crease on her pinstriped miniskirt. She carefully cradles a manilla envelope containing a stack of blank papers and heads for the restricted section.

The first checkpoint is no problem, just a simple ID card swipe. As a master artist, Luci has quickly become the most accomplished forger in Coruscant history. She swipes the card, and the clear glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.

Luci walks purposefully through the first level of Imperial security, past training manuals for Stormtroopers and instructions on how to make explosives, past the histories of the less reputable Imperial heroes and banned spell books.

Luci makes a beeline for the second security checkpoint, an Imperial Criminal Research section requiring level three clearance and a retinal scan. She calmly leans forward for the machine to scan Vanessa Harmon’s eye. The glass doors slide open with a pleasant ping.

Luci tries not to look nervous as she passes Imperial gang investigators and top lawyers for the Empire. She keeps her head and posture straight, walking past them as they read through old murder case files and secret interrogation policies. She comes to the final checkpoint, a bored looking armed Wookie guard in front a door labelled Criminal Research - Clearance 4.

“Card,” he says exasperatedly, in an accent like a California surfer. Luci swipes the card, and starts to sweat. It pings pleasantly.

“Scanner,” he continues lacklusterly, looking at his phone, probably to check on his status as employee of the month. Luci is shaking as the retinal scanner checks her eye and pings pleasantly.

“Password,” the Wookie says, his finger on the button to open the door.

Vanessa Harmon’s eyes flicker psychedelically for a moment, but the guard does not notice as Luci delves into his mind and extracts the password.

“Han shot first,” Vanessa says sharply, as the doors open with a pleasant ping.

Luci hurries past files on active gang members and current Imperial police operations, making for a small twisting hallway, her face anxious, and bursts through the door at the end of the hallway.

Luci quickly shuts and locks it behind her, hikes up her skirt, sits on her favorite toilet in coruscant, and pees.

***

Luci sits on the toilet for a while, huffing paint from her magic spray and exhaling rainbow fumes, her eyes kaleidescoping madly. She enjoys the privacy of the bathroom, one that she had found while looking for police files on enemy gang members.

Luci lets the Astral Realm drip into her vision, but not all the way, just enough for her to see through the cracks in Coruscant to the graffiti realm between the two verses. She takes her magic spraycan and paints a glowing neon owl on the wall. The owl’s eyes open. After a moment, it speaks.

“Hello Luci,” the Owl says, it’s wide eyes spinning slowly and it’s feathers changing colors. “What’s on your mind.”

“Mr. Owl,” Luci slurs. “How many licks does it take to-”

“You’re high, Luci,” Mr Owl interrupts, preening it’s feathers while Luci snickers.

“Mr Owl, where is Kazura?” Luci asks, a little more solemnly.

“Gone, the Blades are having their own issues,” the Owl replies.

“And what about our newest recruit?” she asks tensely. The owl sighs.

“He’s coming, he met some orcs, but he’ll make it,” Mr Owl reassures her as Luci nods. “You know,” the animal continues, trying to cheer her up. “The Broken Mirrors are pulling a job with the Jacks.”

This does cheer up Luci a bit; the Mirrors gang is starting to worry her.

“So,” she says nonchalantly. “How is-”

“Harlan’s Astral defenses are too strong, we can’t get any graffiti in his territory. Word on the street is business is booming,” the owl says flatly. Luci is quiet for a moment, then nods. The Owl shuffles nervously. “So, did you wanna send a message or-”

“No, thank you,” Luci says as she leans against the bathroom stall, phasing into it ever so slightly. “You can stay if you want.”

The two dimensional owl nods and flutters down from the wall, perching on Luci’s shoulder and nuzzling her neck as she inhales fumes from her magic spraycan.

I have a problem with Rest Points. As of this post, my OM has gone up, yet my Rest Points remain at 300. Can this be fixed?

Character name:
Alexander Blakesley
Character source:
Titanfall/Original Character
Character history:
After their victory on the planet of Typhon, the Frontier Militia gained crucial momentum during Operation Broadsword. The large scale military offensive, codenamed “Broadsword”, had the primary objective of reclaiming worlds held by the IMC gather as many resources and personnel as possible to repel the inevitable massive IMC counterattack. The Militia fought to free the Frontier from the ruthless, profit-driven iron grip the Interstellar Manufacturing Corporation had over the populations. Entire worlds joined the Militia’s liberation efforts across the Frontier, even the IMC’s elite ARES Division and the infamous mercenary group, Apex Predators”, could barely maintain their grip as their enemy aggressively pursued them at every turn. However, in the Vatea System, the IMC was surprisingly defiant and repelled every attempt at dislodging them from the system. Vatea and its capital world, Atlea, couldn’t be allowed to be lost due to its strategic and symbolic significance to Militia forces. More importantly to forces who were born, raised and trained on Atlea and many other worlds and moons located in the System.

So three months after the Battle for Typhon, Atlean forces led the Militia’s spearhead into what would be one of the bloodiest theatres of the war. Alexander’s regiment commonly referred to as the “Wolves of Atlea” fought in some of the bitterest of the battles. Two-thirds of the Titan Pilots within the regiment joined at the tender age of ten, Alexander included, and the remaining third being aces who joined before the Battle of Demeter or defected to the Regiment afterwards. Casualty rates within this fighting force were especially horrific, each encounter a standard Pilot had an estimated thirty percent survival rate with veteran rates being significantly higher. Mainly due to them always battling a group of highly experienced Atlean Pilot aces who sided with the IMC. Fighting dragged on until Alexander and his squad raided an IMC facility behind enemy lines and discovered a plan to cripple Militia forces in the System. Using a modified device similar to the Fold Weapon on Typhon, the IMC would eradicate all traces of the Militia. The squad decided on eliminating it and take the plans to bring to their superiors. Their escape was found out and while Alexander’s squad escaped with the plans in hand, he and his Titan, RC-4246, were caught in an explosion which dragged them into the Omniverse.  

Physical Description: (originals only)
[spoiler]

(Left) Alexander in full Pilot armour and equipped with an R-101C assault rifle during the Battle of Angel City which took place at the turning point the ongoing war across the Frontier. (Right) Alexander's upgraded Pilot suit before being ejected into the Omniverse.

I did a quick search and found nothing relating to this, so I became super curious!!

Obviously we are all a little familiar with the Seven Sins, might even call them deadly.

Gluttony (Habitual Greed)
Sloth (Indolence)
Greed
Wrath
Pride
Lust
Envy

Some might not know there is a list of Seven Virtues as well:

Prudence (Foresight Sagacity)
Justice
Faith
Hope
Charity
Temperance (Self-Restraint)
Courage


A good character has flaws along side of qualities that make them 'awesome'. To make an interesting character, it's required. (Anti-Mary-Sue/Stu) ((Disclaimer: That's my opinion.)) And no one sin/virtue will explain your character perfectly, in fact its most likely that the character has done all or most of the two lists. But there's always one or two that are strongest in our actions!!


So bare the chracter's soul before me, what Sin is most prominent in your character, and what Viture does she/he have to save them. (Limit it to 2 if you feel the need to use more than one)





My Characters:

ASH
If everyone is still guessing what Ash's major sin is then you might seriously be surprised to find that it is Lust. Not just because she is sexy and doesn't shy away from the subject of dirty things, but becasue she has a lust for danger.

Finding a virtue for her is hard, but I will put my money on Courage because while she may not use it as the 'right' thing to do, she has more guts than most men she's met.

DUST
Despite what people slap on Dust, his sin is not Lust. He literally has to kiss people for his power. Enjoying it is just something he wants. In his current state I'd say Pride is his sin, but not in an arrogance kind of way. He wants to be great, he wants to be seen as a good guy.

At the risk of not breaking my own rule I will limit his list of Virtues just to the two he shows the most, but most of these can be used for him. In his current state - it will change - Charity and Justice. He has a strong want to help people, and be a hero.

Quote:Crash this for a revival (or any other reason) if you want. Dane's heading off straight towards Tearen's thing though, so don't interract with him this time unless you're following me (just PM me first or something).

On another note: Clownpiece you traitor! You told Dane we'd meet back at the Nexus, but then go off partying at the beach with Cirno. If I don't get an apology, I will deck your face so hard it ends up at the Oververse.

A lone figure walked into a small clearing, just an hour's walk west of the bustling and cheery town of Ambrosia. A halberd scratched in the dirt, used as an improvised walking stick as the Prime picked his way through the underbrush. The remains of a fruit torte vanished into his mouth as he looked around the verdant hollow in the forest. A cloud-smeared sky threatened to begin that evening's rain, and already the plants were singing in anticipation of the sky's bounty. Distant bird and frog song trickled through the whispering of foliage, and Tearen breathed deep of the thickened life around him. A small, natural pool sat quietly at the center of the clearing, with a small stream trailing off to the north and south, keeping it replenished with fresh water.

This spot, then, would serve as the venue for Tearen's final public act of serendipity for the Omniverse. The eldritch human folded his legs up under himself and willed his body to float a few feet above the pool. He closed his eyes and allowed tendrils of scintillating rainbow to begin to leak into the environment. Tall, granite pillars sprouted from the undergrowth, decorated with glyphs and runes that only he understood, for now. They encircled the diameter of the clearing, and a small tiled foundation began to spread out over the ground as well. A domed roof with figures and stories lining the rim in stone relief bubbled into existence, and a single circular oculus opened at the zenith of the dome, letting a single shaft of sullen light into the pavilion.

Most importantly, a smaller building folded its way out of thin air, five sided and enveloping the downstream section of the clearing. Inside, natural artesian fountains began to bubble to life, forming a sort of bath and bunkhouse, furnished with silky chaise lounges and ghostly curtains of cotton. This, then, would serve as adequate accommodations for whatever pupils may seek him out. Nodding, he dove inside of himself and began to meditate on what the following days or weeks would produce, but not before allowing his body to send a shaft of brilliant, emerald light rocketing up into the sky, serving as a beacon to those seeking what he had to offer.

Perhaps there were thing he hadn't thought of, but if so, they likely weren't important enough to dwell on ahead of time.

A new pantheon was due, in this world...

Can I request that someone roleplay a fight between a dragon and Amber? I could easily do it by myself but it would be so much more interesting if someone else could write the dragon's part.

Title says it. How do you think you'd do in a graded fight against the person above you?

I guess I'll start off with Samus? Who I imagine would kick my ass.

Keep it light, people, we are only jokingly trash-talking.

The last few moments of her life were exhilarating and adrenalizing. There was beauty in chaos that Ash couldn't resist. The sound of thunder before the glass rained down to the streets above, the knocking sound of the gruff man in rough armor coming to find her. She wasn't the arrogant type, but she was satisfied that her taunt at least worked. His foot steps were clanky but rhythmic, metal grinding across metal and heavy feet falling against the floor like low bass thuds in the music she was more than accustomed to hearing.

She was nimble and fast, but apparently, it was a fool's dream to get away from an ultra marine, even this delighted her. She had been prepared to die; death meant nothing to the likes of her. It would be interesting to see what was on the other side. Did Omni enjoy this? Watching as she fled for her life but still being aware that this was all just some game. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she was smiling like madness had finally taken over her corrupted body. 

Ash was suddenly flung into the air and across some poor guy's desk, unfinished paperwork flew into the air before falling all around them like autumn leaves. She heard his sexy voice name off a list of offenses, attaching them to her name and face. Her tail came up in delight and she turned her head to look at him over her shoulder. Even without irises to flex or pupils to dilate, there was pleasure in her face as she smiled back at his glowing red eyes of his mask. She briefly wondered what kind of man could be so cold and dedicated to the job..

She bit her lip as she saw him lift her leg. Would he crush the demon under that lawful boot? No, instead he kicked her across the room with so little effort she appeared to be a doll instead of a person. Her body twisted on its own and she crashed into a desk, it snapped in two and so did her delicate spine. She landed so that she was looking up from her place on the floor, the pages of some unknown document scattered on the floor under her. She was staring up at his upside-down image as he approached her already battered body.

Ash let a wicked smile cross her blue lips as he informed her that she was banned from ever entering the city again. It was the last thing she'd hear as she stared straight at the blaster in his hand, like an inexperienced whore who didn't know you had to stare at the camera while the guy gave you a facial, and watched as he released his justice onto her.





'Challenge accepted.'