Hermione Granger walked confidently through the Issac Asimov Shopping Center in Costa Del Sol, her oddly-tight witches robe refusing to swish. She stopped as she caught sight of herself in a mirror in front of a boutique, and frowned prettily. She again adjusted the belt on her robe, but the belt was just to short, forcing her robe to hug tightly around her waist. She tried in vain to get the robe to show less cleavage, and eventually gave up. She primped her bushy black hair for a moment, then smiled widely, her dark jamaican skin contrasting cutely with her straight white teeth. It made Hermione uncomfortable, and for more than one reason.

This Hermione Granger was torn from the subconscious mind of Harry Potter. This Hermione Granger, who's deductive reasoning skills are exactly what Harry Potter would expect them to be, understood this even if Harry didn't. This Hermione Granger was then understandably offended to realize that all her robes were shorter and tighter, and that her libido was...active.

Hermione was pleased to see Scarlet standing poutilly in front of the Blips and Chitz alien arcade, adorable pink bow in her hair, dutifully holding an orange julius. A sort of fire rose up in her chest that she was sure she had never felt before. The witch tried not to catch the girl's eye as she walked past and leaned against the wall behind Scarlet, watching her closely. The girl seemed nervous, and Hermione was tempted to see how long she would wait, but the fire had its own plan.

"Excuse me," said Hermione politely from behind the girl, making her jump just a little, but thankfully not enough to spill her orange julius.

Scarlet turned around, her little mouth open in an expression of surprise, and Hermione quickly leaned in to kiss her.

Name: Apollymí: Destroyer of Thought 

Source: Original

History: 

Apollymí is an aspect of subconscious, specifically the part that created fear and paranoia, and has had a hand in sowing strife and death throughout time. While she did possess a physical form, she mainly operated in the realm of thought, preferring to destroy her enemies from the inside out, rather than vice-versa. In a war with the humans, Apollymí's temple was raided, and she was bound inside of a tomb, and locked away for millennia, until she drove herself mad and ultimately ended her own existence with a single stray thought. It is at this point, she enters the omniverse.

Appearance:



She is characterized by her slim and rather daunting figure. She possesses large, stone-colored wings, as well as a tail almost twice the length of her body. She wears armor that covers her legs,arms, and most of her body. The armor appears to closely resemble that of a dragons' overlapping scale plates, forming a very distinct appearance. She stands at about 6'2", and has long black hair. Her eyes are pure white.

STATS: 
STR: 1
DEF:1
SPD:4
TEC:4

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Proficiency (1000) 

Starting Powers: Telepathy(1500), Flight (1800)

Starting Moves: 

Shards of Fear: (Ranged) Cost: 300

Demons have the ability to form physical things out of dark emotions, and Apollymí specializes in the use of fear and paranoia. Drawing upon residual emotions in the environment, she forms several shards of purple crystal that are hurled at an enemy, all at once. Individually, they do little damage, although their purpose is for multiple shards to hit a target directly, or be close enough (two feet away at most) to do minor splash damage when they fragment on impact. They require about three seconds to form five shards, which vary in length (from about four to six inches long), and then an additional two seconds to begin to throw them at enemies. They can be used whilst moving, although accuracy is reduced. The projectiles move at a speed similar to an arrow, albeit a fraction faster. The shards can travel a maximum range of twenty-five meters, losing accuracy in proportion to the distance they are thrown.

During the afternoon in the local tavern of Darkshire, Ash was doing his daily routines. On occasions, he would go for walks to make sure that everything was going fine within the town or sitting at the bar and drinking beer that was in wooden mugs for his thirst. He was present at the bar, sitting on one of the stools with his back hunch over while having both of his hands on the drink. The bartender was cleaning and wiping the used mugs behind the bar. After defending the town from the invasion, he had to take a break to heal the wounds of the fight. Now, Ash felt better and more active than he was after the tough battle. Darkshire was still rebuilding from the destruction of the fights that took place from the other primes and secondaries.

Still, monsters try to claw their way through the defenses and at least attempt to steal someone. Nothing new at least hasn't popped up after the fight but the town was shaken up after the invasion attempt that made the townspeople fear greatly that still there are primes out there that want to annihilate them. On the other hand, they still did feel comfort that there were other primes out in the Omniverse that wanted to defend their rights to live. Over these past events, Ash was starting to get recognized to be one of the primes that were willing to stay with them and protect what they have left.

The evil dead slayer takes another drink out of his beer to feel refreshed. Suddenly, the front double doors of the tavern burst open with a black cloaked figure. As soon he stepped in, his hood comes off revealing a man in his mid-fifties having gray hair but was nearly going bald. His face was clean shaven and had a few wrinkles from age. The stranger spotted Ash sitting at the bar and walked up to him. Ash didn't pay much attention who just came in but he heard footsteps approaching him.

"M-Mr. Williams, it's an honor to meet you." said the man looking at Ash.

"What do you want old man? An autograph?" questioned Ash with his back turned on the man and took a final sip of his beer.

"Well um actually no. I come here with opportunity for you. My name is Dr. Young, I'm a scientist from Coruscant on the behalf of Dr. Regal and we need your help." continued the doctor taking a seat next to Ash.

"Listen here pal, I got more things to worry about for this town and its people. If you guys want to use me as an errand runner or a guinea pig for your experiments than beat it! There are more primes back in your fancy smancy city than this place!" refused Ash turning to the scientist next to him.

"Now now, wait just a moment! This is an important topic I need to talk to you about and it's serious! Listen, recently there are dangerous things popping up all around the Omniverse and they can control the fate of our existence. These devices can fling us into a dark future!" stated the scientist.

"What devices?" questioned Ash

"Dark data chips. Y-yes these are the problems that are popping in all the verses, including yours. Something out there can get a hold of these things and can turn someone or something powerful that could cause problems for Darkshire's existence! Right now, Dr. Regal has gathered primes together to stop this madness that's happening. Your name is on that list. We have heard about your actions here and think you are suitable for the job. You will make an excellence to our team. What do you say?" finished the scientist hoping Ash that he will agree to help them.

Ash rubs his chin and questions that if this scientist is being somewhat serious.

"Fine, I'll help you guys fix this problem since it's on a large scale and if it threatens Darkshire." answered Ash

"Excellent! Now there is one prime heading to this verse to find the dark chip as we speak. Since you are already here, I suggest you help this prime find it. Now when you encounter these dark chips, I highly recommend you destroy them rather using them because it can become highly addicting to use just like drugs. It will destroy you mentally and physically. These dark chips will look like tiny computer chips with the color of black and purple." said the scientist reaching in his cloak's pocket.

"Here's a piece of technology we developed that will help you track down Nebula's activity. They are responsible for creating the chips. You will also be protected from their corruption that radiates off of them… here's the part I wish I had the choice not to tell you but you do have the ability to insert these dark chips in case you get into harry situations. The good news is that it will prevent from the worst to happen. I highly suggest you use these chips sparingly. When you use them, they will make powerful than what you normally use too." finished the scientist who hands Ash the gauntlet that had a small monitor mounted at the risk.

"Got it. So, don't use the chips too much," responded Ash

"Exactly, now you excuse me. I must hurry back to Coruscant and help my colleagues with this situation." said the scientist getting up from the stool and walking out of the tavern.

Ash looks down at gauntlet he was holding with his metal artificial hand. He attaches the device to his left risk and examines the piece of technology. A button got pressed on one of the sides from the gauntlet which activated it. The screen flashes and turned on showing other applications to use. Soon after, Ash got up from the bar and paid his drink then exited the tavern. He tried to make his way to one of the gates of Darkshire that will let him enter the ferocious nature of the Pale Moors.

"Alright, fellas. I'm gonna be taking a serious nap. Charlie's the boss while I'm out, but you shouldn't expect too much trouble. Them tusk heads are gonna be layin' low for a few days. Just hit the streets and try to find those cats the Westside mentioned, dig?"

Harlan had sealed himself in his private quarters, standing over a small brass bowl he'd set on his dresser with a brown cone of compressed powder heaped in it. With a flick of his finger, he summoned the Lure of Flames and touched it to the cone. A moment of reality was all it took to light the heap, which glowed dull red and started to give off pungent smoke. Tremere Pyramus Incense. He'd had to recreate it with Omnilium, but it worked well enough. Blood Mage scholars used it for mental focus and clarity during arcane research, and Harlan figured it couldn't hurt after the events of the last couple days. He was going to need to concentrate to "pierce the veil", so to speak. 

Rap. Rap. Rap. Rap.

-drip-

Rap. Rap. Rap.

Harlan was in his office, writing a a subtly insulting letter to the Ventrue Primogen. He looked up at the heavy oak door, a silhouette raising its hand to knock a third time. "Keep your hat on, I'm busy. Is it important?"

A familiar voice spoke from outside, a cool, clipped intonation. His pit boss. "There's an issue outside. Your presence would solve it expediently." Harlan grumbled and tucked the quill and parchment into his desk drawer, next to a wet, dripping eyeball and three small red rocks. "Fine, fine. Better not be some drunken Kine, I swear to Ravana."

He opened the door and stepped out into an inferno, coughing suddenly as smoke dried out his already dessiccated throat, itching the dead flesh. He was standing in a burning room, a city skyline visible through a window wreathed in emerald flames. It was a lot to take in through the eldritch fire, which sucked the heat from the room even as burning embers singed his suit. "Hey man...you gotta....you gotta let me get another hit..." The vampire stepped back into a wall in surprise at the voice, an emaciated torso sticking from the ceiling and waving limp, jaundiced arms covered in track marks. The torso was headless, the ragged neck stump moving like a pair of lips as it spoke again. Shit...now he knew why this felt familiar. 

He'd done this.

Dreading what he knew was in the bathtub, he turned away from the dismembered, still living junkie and walked across the burning room like a robot. Unable to stop himself, he opened the door and walked in, the mirror displaying a nightmarish image out of the corner of his eye, a pale, skinny ghoul. Glowing gold eyes that burned with a feverish hunger and a circular mouth ringed with far too many teeth, thin, needle like claws scraping at the other side of the glass. His Beast. Or at least, what it looked like according to that mirror Mongrel had shown him. He ignored it.

In the tub was murky water, mixed with clumps of gray ash and bone fragments. The remains of his Sire, his elder Vitae burning in Harlan's veins. He stared at the water, watching something move under the foul slurry, and was unable to react in time as a large, burly forearm erupted from the tub and cracked him in the jaw, pain shooting through his chin as fingers dug into his eye sockets and yanked him into the water.

"An' that's what we do to fuckin' shysters 'round heah! Yee haw!" The sound of gunfire and horse hooves receded into the distance, Harlan's body twinging with pain as he felt numerous bullet holes leaking blood, his neck broken and his fingers mutilated. From next to him, also floating in the muddy swamp, his Sire let out a pained chuckle. "Well kid...looks like we should have folded a day ago...let that be a lesson. Don't milk a run too long...." 

Harlan spat out a tooth and groaned. "Wish you would have told me that before the lynching, Jim." Another laugh and hacking cough. "Can't learn a lesson like this without going through it, Harl. Maybe you ought to think about that when you wake up, kid. Don't lose your mind in the past." 

Dawning comprehension as Jimmy's words sunk in. The pain and bullet wounds vanished, and he realized he wasn't lying facedown in a Mississippi swamp. He was standing....somewhere. A featureless void, much like the Nexus. It felt less real, gauzy, mutable. It had taken his memories and made him relive them...but then again they'd been on his mind. How else could he plan for his future but go over his past?

The pull of dream was strong in this place, and he had no doubts he reached where he was trying to get to. Purely as a test, he reached out with the full force of his chimerical might and created the first thing that came to mind. A giant, spinning roulette wheel popped into view from the ground, the loud burst of bells and chatter and celebration arriving with it. The sound faded after a moment, but the wheel remained, spinning lazily on it's axis. And with no more effort than an illusion.

"Mayaparitsatya..." he whispered. "Reality is what I make it."

(WARNING: Spoilers ahead! Also, this goes all over the place, beware.)

Goddamit, I just needed to rant about this crap. So the current showrunner, Moffat, he's obsessed with making that damn "Madman with a box" argument. Like, every season has to have 3 or 4 instances about how it's the doctor's goddamn fault bad things happen around him or it's the Doctor's fault for not saving someone or it's the Doctor's fault his companion is willing to put herself in danger. Hell, Moffat even commonly stuck it into his writing in Davis era. While it makes sense for some people to read the situation irrationally, he does it so much that it feels like he wants us to ask these questions, but they are so frikkin' bull!

While he sometimes makes housecalls, most of the time he stumbles into trouble by accident (or the tardis forced him to go there,) he didn't have the intent to go save the day again, he just happened to be there and happened to find a problem. He doesn't HAVE to solve the problem but are we really going to shame him for TRYING to help? And it's not like he's forcing his companions along, they could have thrown in the flag as soon as it got dangerous. The Doctor is always willing to take them home as soon as they ask, and why does people like Rory or Clara's boyfriend have to shame the doctor because his female companions want to risk their lives to help people? I know they are worried for their loved ones but they act like Amy or Clara have no goddamn agency in the matter, that the doctor just makes them want to risk their lives with his pure charisma or something, and this happens with both Moffat era companions.

Also, Clara, omg, Clara. Amy and Rory, despite the hang ups, were very fleshed out and had good chemestry. Doesn't it feel like they don't know what to do with Clara? I mean, at first she was kind of boring and it felt like they were crowbarring feels into her character just a couple episodes into her introduction. Then she got lost in the Doctor's timeline, and it just kind of... doesn't do anything with it? Like one of the first things she does when the Doctor became Peter Capaldi was to complain that he's an old geezer... HALF OF THE DAMN ACTORS THAT PLAYED HIM WERE OLD GEEZERS. And she's like "eeeeww, I liked him better when he was young." You've met every doctor, where did this come from?

Seriously, if I was handling the Clara story, I would have stuck with the whole reincarnation thing. It would be fun if the Doctor runs into her everywhere he goes instead of being a traditional companion, and she even starts remembering him. They started her with that and it was super interesting, but they drop it the first time she encounters him in modern day. Then they give her a family and ugh....

I mean, it makes sense people would have a family, but why does EVERY companion have to have a "meet the family" moment. This is a thing the Davis era did as well, and outside of Rose and Donna, it just feels so forced all the time like they are just going down a checklist. Not everyone is extremely close to their family, not everyone HAS a family, you don't have to force one in for every companion, especially when it barely plays into anything. What's the point of introducing Clara's parents if we don't even see them mourn the death of their daughter...

Oh yeah, CLARA DIES! I actually liked this ending for her. She always had a fatalistic side to her, I guess the only real personality quirk outside judging the doctor's appearance. But then the Doctor betrays his people, those ally women who's always helped him out, and soiled his image, all just so he can rip Clara out of time to save her. She's not the first companion to die on his watch, and I don't just mean Amy and Rory who's stuck in a time lock thing, two died in the old show: the 1st doctor campanion Katarina who got sucked out an airlock, and 5th doctor companion Adric who was trapped on a crashing ship he failed to save. Clara died of her own hubris, and even got a moment to say goodbye and make ammends, those two suffered waaay worse fates. But apparently Clara IS SO GODDAMNED IMPORTANT that he was willing to throw everything away for her. They didn't even have that great a chemestry, what the heck?

Also, what is the Doctor's name? I didn't give a shit until you brought it up as a plot point, way back at the end of Season 6. You even titled an episode "Name of the Doctor" in Season 7. It hasn't been brought up since the season 7 finale and we're approaching season 10. Dick move, I can't forget this shit.


Sorry about that, went on a little long and I doubt I made 100% sound points. It's just things that have been a heavy load on my mind everytime I return to Who nowadays. Feel free to debate my points, as long as you approach them civilly. I know I wasn't civil myself when I made them, but it is a rant...

My current post count decreased somehow while I was inactive, went from 27 in the newest log update to 24.

Is this a bug? Did a thread I was in get deleted? Should I just use this number now if I want to update my log?

“This is unacceptable! A mistake like this should’ve never happened!” boomed a voice akin to an erupting volcano. “The Alpha squad is dead, the target yet evades us, and you’ve brought me the wrong woman!” It seemed as if there was no end to his outburst, the voice echoing back from the metallic walls of his office, only serving to intimidate his audience more. The man seemed to dwarf out anything and anyone within the room, his chiseled muscles tensing visibly below the tailored green uniform. Studded upon his chest the man donned his golden medals of servitude and honor with pride unseen before.

“Sir, sh-she fit the parameters of the target! The A-alpha squad didn’t respond to our radio calls, so we a-acted as if they’d succeeded and paid the ultimate price for it!” Whoever dared to speak up lacked confidence, their ill fitting uniform trembling as their voice quaked with fear, as a trickle of sweat ran down their forehead, knees buckling as the dread of death loomed heavy on their shoulders. 

“Th-the data has not fallen into the wrong hands, i-it was wiped and destroyed!” he attempted to convince as best as he could, his shaking only growing more visible and nearing something unbearable. “A-and besides, sh-she looks the part! W-we can use her, c-certainly! J-just co-commence the memory wipe operation, a-and m-make her fit the part!” he claimed, not once lifting his gaze, that licked the floor, mayhap attempting open a hole that he could have disappeared into.

A silence settled upon the room, broken only by the shuffling sound of a dreaded man shaking within his clothes.

“And what exactly makes you think that we can use her, Captain Copeland?” The voice, while no longer raised, loomed over captain Copeland akin to a cobra that was ready to strike at the slightest of mistakes in his response. “What exactly is it, that makes you think, that she is of any use to us, compared to the target?” Poison dripped from the cobra’s fangs, already gracing the captain’s flesh, ready to strike.

“C-colonel Sturgill, s-she fits the profile of an imperial a-agent! We c-could use her to infiltrate the Empire from within! Sh-she w-would have to st-start from relatively l-low, but given time, we could u-use her, Colonel!”

Slowly the pressure upon the captain lifted, his visage twisted into an expression of horror, like he would vomit the moment he would leave the office. “I b-believe D-doctor Rivera and their memory treatments w-would allow us to slowly gain momentum within the Empire! W-we s-simply need to proceed as pl-planned o-originally.”

“Captain Copeland. Out.” bellowed Sturgill, sending the waste of a man stumbling for the door, his sweaty hands staining the doorknob with his filth as he slinked out like a worm. Rummaging for the bottle of whiskey stored within the drawers of his desk, the General bothered not to pour it out instead opting for a swig as his eyes sought the various paintings on the walls. His thick fingers pushing the buttons of the communications device upon his desk, as the man spoke out. “Erika, inform Doctor Rivera, that they are to proceed as planned, as soon as possible.” he stated, before cutting the transmission.

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Character name: Cell

Character source: Dragonball Z

Character history:
In an underground complex below the Mad Scientist Doctor Gero's secret research laboratory, Cell was an artificial life form created by the good doctor's computer. Gero had gathered the genetic information of all the greatest warriors to have ever visited Earth; possessing the genetic information of Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, and Freiza, among other, less-notable donors. Cell was designed to evolve into the perfect being by absorbing two of Gero's previous creations, Androids #17 and #18. 

But in the alternate future he was from, the two Androids were deactivated, destroyed by Trunks. In order to acheive his perfect form, Cell would need to time travel to a time before they had been destroyed. So, he killed Trunks in order to use his time machine to travel back four years before the Androids appeared. As the bio-android moved to enter the craft, however, he was whisked away to a mysterious new realm.

Physical Description:





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

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

Starting Powers:(2600) Burst Movement(800), Advanced Regeneration(1800)

Starting Moves:

Ki Blast; Ranged Proficiency (300)
By focusing his energy, Cell can form a melon-sized orb of of yellowish ki in one of his palms. Driving his hand towards a target, the ball assumes a teardrop shape when launched and erupts in a half-meter wide explosion on contact with a surface or opponent. It takes a brief second to reform the energy in between blasts, but he can chain these together by alternating his hands. This attack deals similar damage to a standard punch or kick, but can be utilized at a range of about one kilometer and moves as quickly as a bullet. One of Cell's most simple techniques, the ease of this attack allows Cell to fire it while moving.

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Starting OM: 6755.6 (If it's cool for me to switch from Smith.)

Character Name: Doctor Doom

Character Source: Marvel Comics

Characters History: Victor Von Doom was to a Latverian Romani tribe, ruled by an unnamed Baron. Victor's parents were Cynthia Von Doom and Warner Von Doom. Doom's mother was a witch who died by the hands of Mephisto, at this time Victor was a very young child. Victor's father was the tribes leader and medicine man. Soon after Victor's mothers death, the Baron's wife became deathly ill. Victor's father was called to help the Baron's wife. Unable to heal her Victor and his father were labeled as murders and quickly fled to the mountainsides of Latveria. There Victor's father died of exposure trying to keep Victor warm. Victor survives and returned to his village swearing revenge on the Baron. Growing up Victor became a brilliant man, creating devices infused with sorcery and technology, the devices protect and free his tribe. In doing so Victor gained the attention of the Empire state University. From there Victor leaves his home to the United States. Once in the University Victor meets a fellow student and future hated enemy, Reed Richards, Victor quickly dislikes him. At one point Victor creates a machine with the capacity to communicate with the dead. Richards tried to warn Victor that his machine was flawed. Ignoring the warning the machine violently explodes severally damaging his face. Expelled from the University because of the accident, Victor travels to Tibet and learns from monks. There Victor creates his suit of armor and took the name Doctor Doom. Soughting to rise in power and gain revenge from those he blames to cause his accident. In doing so he lives his life doing what some would call evil, Doom was even able to become supreme ruler of his home country, Latveria. During one of Doom's events, he steals classified plans from the organization known as Shield. The plans were called operation All Father. These plans were made for if the Asgaurdian god Odin became a threat. With the plans Doom captures Odin and gains his near unlimited  powers and was able to take over the world. Doom's glory was short lived, as a small task force of superheroes were able to defeat him. In his defeat Odin was freed, angered by Doom's treachery Odin cast Doom Into an eternity of suffering from there Omni took him.

Physical Description 


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

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM)  Area of Attack (600 OM) Area Shield (400) 

Powers: Basic Super Jumping (300) Foresight (1500) 

Moves:
Energy Blasts-(300 OM) Doom Charges yellow mystical energy through his armored hands, taking at least 5 seconds. When the energy is charged he aim his hands at whoever is his enemy and blasts the energy at them causing medium damage. The width and height of the blasts are roughly 5 inches. The blasts range is can at least reach up to 40 feet. The blast can go up to the speed of at least 45 miles per hour. Over repeated use of the move will force Doom to have to recharge his mystical energy which will last to about 50 seconds.

Lightning Blots-(300) Doom can create green bolts of electricity from his armored hands. The bolts take at least 3 seconds to charge. The electric bolts width and height are about one inch. Aim the bolt of electricity at his enemies, they cause small amounts of damage and are shot out in short but fast bursts. This form of this move is strictly short ranged. The Bolts reach speeds up to 45 miles per hour. Over repeated use of the move will force Doom to have to wait for his mystical energy to recharge which will last for 40 seconds for this move.

Inferno-(300 OM) Doom can charge a large amount of mystical energy the covers his armored body. The mystical energy takes at least 20 seconds to charge before, The energy then explodes causing a firy inferno that surrounds him causing heavy damage any enemies around him. The inferno its self is about 10 feet in diameter. The inferno is strictly a medium ranged move and is a one time use in combat.

Instant Energy Shield (300) Doom can summon a purple energy shield that surrounds him like a bubble, that is roughly 10 inches apart from his body. The shiled is roughly 8 feet and inches from the ground. The width of the shield on each side is roughly 4 feet 8 inches.The shield takes him at least 2 seconds for him to spawn. The shield will last for a minute, unless it is broken before then. If Doom loses concentration or starts to move the shield will disappear.  

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