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We did one of these a while ago and I thought it was pretty fun. See if this here genie can guess who your character is! This will obviously only work on characters that aren't OC, so don't reply with "HAHA IT DIDN'T GUESS MY MADE-UP CHARACTER". In the case of an OC just pick a character they're closely related to instead. Also, it doesn't tell you how many questions it took at the end so take care to keep track of the number of questions as you go.

Both of my characters are fairly popular so this should come as no surprise:

Vincent - 26 questions
Kakashi - 10 questions

Bonus round: Red XIII/Nanaki - 14 questions

Understanding one’s body and soul is a journey met with many trails, both arduous and rewarding. A task that requires discipline and motivation. For many who try, they give up on becoming more than they are. Those who do survive the training, they are awarded enlightenment: A true understanding of themselves and the universe around them. One person in particular trains this discipline within the Vasty Deeps on a secluded island. The small island can be found a good dozen kilometers east of Cinnabar Island. There, monks train in a monastery high in the mountain face; they are students in the art of the soul. The head of this island is their master: Lucario, expert of the soul and aura.

Lucario has lived most of his life on the island; he left Cinnabar as a Riolu at a young age. Prime for his age, his mind is attuned to his body and soul. With the responsibility of running the operation of the monastery, he is often occupied with menial labor, but nothing extremely tedious. In his free time, Lucario meditates atop the mountain and trains his body vigorously. Today he stands on the summit of the earthen spire, sitting with his feet crossed in the snow.

Cold winds blow past his face, racing across his skin. It bothers him not, though, for he has spent many days in the cold weather of the peak. The extreme conditions were only part of his previous training years ago. He sits still with his eyes shut, concentrating on the world around him. The energetic breeze, the cold, damp air, and the dense atmosphere were all he ruminated on, crimson scarf flapping along in the wind.

His calming meditation is interrupted abruptly by one of the monks from the monastery. The man comes over the snowy ridge with his arms waving frantically to get his adroit teacher’s attention. The moderately aged man seems fraught with concern. When he is finally within earshot of the Pokemon, he yells out to him.

“Master! There’s a problem at the monastery!” He screams over heavy breathing. The Lucario doesn’t budge an inch from his meditative position; he doesn’t even open his eyes.

’Can this not wait for me to finish my meditation?’ The Pokemon’s voice echoed in the monk’s mind. Lucario was not mute, but he preferred to speak through his telepathy. By now, his pupil had reached the spot in which he sat.

“No sir, this is extremely urgent!” The overwrought man continued, “The monastery is being attacked!”

This statement got Lucario’s attention rather quickly, his eyes shot open and he jumped to his feet. Without another word, the fighter-type bolted towards his home, readying himself for a brawl. When he arrived at the cliff-face where his monastery stood, the Pokemon saw the invaders: Water-types and Fighting-types known as Poliwhirls and Machops. Not a surprise, as they dotted the island as a forceful tribe of marauders. Even so, they threaten Lucario’s home, and that was unacceptable.

With a quick jolt of force, the aura master rushed into battle. He jammed his palm into a Poliwhirl’s side, sending it flying in front of him, kicking up cold dirt and grass as it’s body rolled across the earth. That got most of the monsters’ attentions rather quickly. The half dozen opponent’s circled the expert fighter-type, ready to attack. Just as one of the Machops jumped in for him, Lucario split into two figures, one a copy of himself. The unlucky Machop punched the phaseable copy and got a swift kick to the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.

The others were upon him just as fast. Two Poliwhirls shot water through the puzzling symbol blazen across their stomachs. With the reflexes of an agile feline, he dropped to the floor on all fours until the water passed him. Once he was safe, he used his hands to push himself forward along with his feet. Holding his arms out on each side, he plows his fists into each of them. Both of the water-types hit the ground hard. It was likely they wouldn’t stand back up.

A sharp pain jolted up his spine as a Machop planted its foot into his lower back. He cringed momentarily, then jumped forward to acquire some distance. His enemy was more determined having landed a hit, but Lucario has seen many battles, and this was nothing. He took a defensive position and his body shined like metal. Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he readied for the strike. The Machop ran his fist into master’s block; it was ineffective. Lucario’s iron skin protected him from tough hits but slowed him slightly. His hand snapped to the small, gray Pokemon’s wrist. A tough tug forced the Machop forward, introducing Lucario’s foot to its face.

The last Machop stood meekly away from his opponent, too scared to act. His only option was to turn tail and book it. With that final moment of battle, the master took ease in his stance and breathed deeply. Although, it wasn’t done yet. Over the hill came a towering figure, shadowed from the light of the sun behind him. The masculine silhouette was unmistakable to Lucario though. The reddish aura he could see in its soul was practically nostalgic.

“Machoke.” He spoke out to the overly buff, man-like Pokemon. His rival replied in kind.

“Ah, Lucario.” He said in his heavily deep voice while crossing his arms over his chest. “I believe you know why we’re here.”

“And I believe I’ve already told you my answer, now leave. I wish not to fight you if it were possible.” The blue brawler barked back. He was in no mood to play games; they had not only interrupted his daily meditation but assaulted his home all in a single sweep. Such atrocities were unforgivable to him.

“You know very well this island is our home! You have insulted our history by calling our sacred land home and building your worthless monastery!” The Machoke yelled out in anger throwing his hand forward and pointing at his opponent. “Prepare to be evicted.”

Dawn is still in the Community stars list, don't know if you guys have gotten around to taking people out from last month, but thought I should point that out, since I'm a not a community star this month on Dawny.

Images aren't showing up in sigs. Not sure about in posts. It just says [Image:http:blablabla]. I changed themes (multiple times) and refreshed the page. Didn't help. Any ideas?

The sun is coming up by the time my wounds have healed. It crests the canopy of the forest which lurks above the lowlands, casting the distant crimson cliffs at the valley's far end in vivid hues of rusted orange. The lake below them and the waterfall that feeds it turn to liquid fire, glowing so brilliantly in the light of dawn that looking at them is almost painful. The castle is a silhouette beside the water, nearly black by comparison.   

Tucked away beside a filthy pond below the edge of the small ridge where I've chosen to nest, I remain in darkness. Excepting the ambient glow of twilight, I'm lit only by the fading twinkle of Omnilium wisps; They rise from my newly-mended flesh like the smoke of burning cities.

I grin, my teeth solidly within my head once more, the once-unfamiliar expression now delighting me with the sensation of its savage subtleties.

Very carefully, I stand up. My knee is just slightly stiff, but it doesn't hurt me, and my thoughts are clear of pain and muzziness. I walk to the road. Stepping out into the rising light, my scales glint and gleam.

Signs of the previous nights battle lie all around. The road is blasted and torn, sticky with my gold-flecked blood, as well as that of departed foe. Nearby, grassy fields have been scorched and riven by my golden lightning.

Remembering the struggle, I laugh. The power that's awoken inside me, the sheer difference in mass between this tiny body and the purer form that stirs within it, would make such a contest trivial by comparison. 

Of course, had that been the case, unmaking Dawnika Snow would not have been nearly so satisfying. I learned so much about her during our battle (such a bright, defiant little creature!) which I'd never have known had I faced her at the height of my golden glory. She would have been just another one of millions fleeing my shadow... or more likely in her case, standing against me in defiance of all reason only to be thoughtlessly swept away: dust in my wake. The girl was a jewel, her destruction a triumph, and I would never have noticed her. 

When I think of the nuance, the texture, the subtlety of composition I've been missing for the past eon, all due to a simple accident of perception and relative scale, it makes me want to weep (something which has never, ever happened before).

Below, across the hills and dales, the valley is waking up. Livestock stir in the fields, and villagers emerge from their highly flammable hovels to go about doing whatever it is they do in the morning. The larger towns gain a sense of purpose and motion, distant though they may be. Mist begins to rise off the fields as the sun climbs higher in the sky. 

The temptation to simply ascend and lay it all to waste is nearly overpowering, but even that pales in comparison to the promised reward for my patience. This valley is going to mark the beginning of a new era for me. It will be the first of its kind - an entire society thoroughly known and experienced in preparation for its demise. 

Thoughts abuzz with curiosity I set off down the road. 

<From Assault on Darkshire - Spearhead>

Revan awoke from an overly long slumber with drums pounding deep in his mind and a cold sweat chilled him as if he had been back in the Frozen Fields with the harsh blizzards that were once there. He wiped his face with his gauntlet as he looked at the fountain before him, recalling Omni's words and then what had occurred a time Darkshire sent shivers down his spine as the truth finally set in, he would be reborn here so long as he was entertaining a most terrifying concept.

He found that getting off his back was easy but he certainly had to push himself to get back on his feet then having to look around at the whiteness of the void he found himself in. Things were different this time he noticed as he began to think more clearly, his body was still a bit numb but it was the fact that he could hear none of the people around him nor could they see him that truly caused his internal alarm bells to go off.


He now needed to desperately figure out what the hell had happened to him, surely this was not his ultimate fate, did this mean Omni had lost interest in him and had doomed him to some sort of half existence. Surely there was a more plausible explanation, surely something he could do to help himself. Looking down at himself he began searching his pockets underneath his robes for something tomorrow possibly assist him, he withdrew his communicator and clicked the firm grey button only to find it was currently useless to him.

He was about to lose his mind to this event but he knew that giving up was not the answer and so he did the only thing he could and set out for the Vasty Deep gate where he knew he had met many magical creatures that he supposed were now his only Allies in this demented world. Funnily enough his body did begin to have some feeling return to it, sadly this also meant he still had to deal with fatigue yet onward he still pushed.


The journey reminded him of his first to the Frozen Fields long lonely and boring were all the words that came to his mind as he made the uneventful trek towards the gate to what he knew was the island verse that had been densely populated by a number of strange creatures. Shortly however he discovered he would never make it as he came across both Celestia and Sombra both appeared to be talking but he was still a fair distance away, he began to travel closer but his body was still not its normal self.

As he approached his allies in their full glory both seemed somewhat unhappy to be around each other which from what he had heard from Celestia made sense though why were they here together now perhaps he had caused this to happen. He wanted to speak up and greet them both but he found neither could hear him and he could not hear them either, troubled he decided to sit down as he considered ways to get their attention and remove this curse he was currently afflicted with.


For some time he watched the others have a conversation in complete silence it certainly was an experience that if he ever got out of he never wanted to go through it again but it did allow him to examine both ponies more carefully, he wished he had been sent to their world instead of this one but at least they were here and he supposed it was possible he could end up helping them in some way as well. In the Pale Moors there had been other Primes both good and evil some had even seemingly joined factions within the Omniverse this made this world far more complex then what he had first thought and that meant he needed to be more careful for now on. There was still so much he needed to learn and though it would take time he still intended to fulfill his original plans just as soon as he broke this curse that refused to leave him.

Rising to his feet again he decided to try harder to get the ponies attention doing so much as waving his arms in front of Celestia yet still she did not notice him in the slightest. Not even Sombra the user of dark magics could sense his presence, it seemed for the moment he was truly stuck but he knew he had to keep trying as it was not like there was any other options for him then to do so, he really was not going to let this happen again, once he was strong enough it was going to be up to him to make some important changes around the Omniverse and if he ever got his hands on Omni he was going to get some answers that much was certain.

<To Descent into Darkness>

On my smart phone, I switched the theme to mobile with the themes of the site option. Apparently when I log in with this account on the computer, I'm still on the mobile version. I even clicked on Switch to Full Version and it still directs me back to the mobile version and doesn't change anything. So far, I can't even find the themes option on the mobile theme.

Name: Moira
Spent OM: 3600 
Proficiencies (1400); Physical Strength (1000), Area Shield Proficiency (400)
Powers (0/8000); 
Moves (1200); Celestial Warhammer and Dark Matter Shield (1200)
Super Moves (0); 
Transformations (0); 
Assists (0); 
Items (0); 
Artefacts: None
Consumed OM (0); (for consumed items or OM permanently lost from respecs, etc)
Bases (0); 
Unlocks (1000); First Stat Upgrade (1000)
Base stats: 
ATK: 5
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 2

Awakening in a black void of absolute nothingness where there was nothing that could be seen, Ezra was confused. Where was he and why had he ended up here in the first place? Just what was going on? Panic began to well up inside him as he considered the many things that could be the cause of the situation, and the problems he was having presently. For one he couldn't even feel the force as well as he could when he was back at home. It was like his connection to the Force had been completely severed. There was literally nothing but darkness around him. But then he heard a booming voice begin to speak to him. When the individual explained that his name was "Omni" and that this was the "Omniverse" Ezra was thoroughly confused.  The Omniverse reflects the wishes of those who were part of it.... perhaps. But no he couldn't allow himself to hope like that, any time soon. Apparantely Omni was a Kriffin'  Bastard. And way too powerful for his own good atop that. When Omni handed him an orb of a glittering rainbow like substance and called it "Omnilium" Ezra was unsure. What was this place? The Omniverse? Where was that? Why had he ended up here? 

So even Omnilium had limits to what it could do. As the darkness around him faded away as did the individual Ezra found himself in a place of pure white, except some strange looking gates and a fountain. Wherever here was he had somehow managed to avoid his demise. But that wasn't entirely a good thing for him unfortunately. Now he couldn't have a chance to avenge Canaan, Sabine, Hera or Chopper or Zeb upon the Empire like they had deserved. But he knew he had a lot of work to do. If this was truly a place where Omnilium could do anything, Ezra looked down at himself and saw himself naked. Frowning he summoned some of the Omnilium, and summoned his clothing onto his body. 

Going nude to where he was going was going to make his life hell. The Galactic Empire had to fall, and so Ezra knew he'd be a rebel. If the Empire was around here, he'd have to prepare himself. Right now he didn't even have his Lightsabers or his force powers at his disposal. 

"So to recap, I'm far from home and I don't have the power of the Force like I did. I don't feel as strong of a connection. In addition when I arrived I was naked, and my lightsabers are missing. I'll have to find them." 

Ezra sighed.  

"Perhaps I should assume the identity that I made when I became a Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Calamity. Ezra Bridger died back home anyway, and it's time for Darth Calamity to make his stand. Where should I go from here?" 

Character name: Chloe Price

Character source: Life is Strange

Character history: Taken from 6 months after the destruction of Arcadia Bay in the Sacrifice Arcadia Bay ending. Once the trauma was over due to the loss of Chloe and Max's home, things were...Mostly back to normal. A relationship between Max and Chloe began a week after the destruction of Arcadia Bay, and things have since slowly escalated from there. Chloe also was enrolled in a new high school, aside her partner in time. Things were steadily looking better for Chloe, even after everything she went through before...

One day, however, she woke up to the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

"My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."

Physical Description:

Stats: Normal = Current, (Parentheses = Post-Training)
ATK: 2(4)
DEF: 1
SPD: 1(2)
TEC: 1(3)

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Attack Proficiency(1000)
Physical Strength Proficiency(1000) (NOTE: Not as strong as ranged attack proficiency.)

Starting Powers: None

Starting Moves: Revolver(300)

A basic black revolver handgun with an unpainted, brown handle, designed for medium range. Moderate accuracy and power in close-mid range, with a fairly quick reload speed of 3 seconds. Chloe can fire 6 bullets from this revolver before needing to reload, and has to pull the hammer back before each shot. Recoil is surprisingly low, and the maximum effective range is 30 meters.

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

Where did you find us? I don't think I need to answer this by now...