Name: Harry Potter
Spent OM: 7600
Consumed OM:
Proficiencies (4800): Physical Strength (1000), Ranged (1000), Remote Control (600), Range Materialise (600) Area Attack (600) Debuff (1000)
Powers (1000/8000): Advanced Telekinesis (1000)
Moves (1200): Stunning Spell (300), Stunning Attack (300), Shield Charm (600)
Super Moves (600): Incendio Punch (Tier 1 Super Attack) (600)
Transformations (0):
Assists (0):
Items:
Artefacts:
Bases:
Unlocks (0):
Base Stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 3
SPD: 1
TEC: 3

The hot desert sun beat down upon the carapace of the Wayward Vagabond forcing beads of sweat to form on his forehead. Actually, what it even possible for him to sweat? In any case, the wanderer was in search of shelter and water. Long ago had his supply of Tab run out, the delicious pink liquid no longer giving him any more comfort in the oppressive sun.

Sand seemed to envelop the world, just like the one he had been on before meeting all the children who had helped save his life and rebuild his prosperous town. Oh, his precious Can Town, how he missed it. Eventually, he would hope to rebuild it, but for now, he needed to find somewhere safe to build. It had been a while since he spotted the speck in the distance, which had gradually turned into a line, then the appearance of buildings. Along with his journey, he had come across a few dangerous bandits, but luckily his carapace was strong enough that after beating him into the sand a bit, they became bored and left him alone.

As he came closer to the town, not as many raiders seem to be hanging around, with the horizon free of stirring dust clouds from revving engines. The tension of relief increased with each step the wanderer took, the sash that seemed to hold some forgotten word blowing slightly in the wind. The wanderer's bandaged wrappings that he used for clothing were well worn, with many of them barely holding on by threads.

Soon the town became larger and larger until finally it crept out of the horizon and presented itself to the Wayward Vagabond. A long sigh erupted from the creature, his chest billowing before returning to its normal size. Now, to see if he can scrounge around for some supplies.

Many of the buildings here were made from wood, some of it rotting but others seeming to have been built more recently. Around the corner of a house, he spotted a strange woman who seemed to be wielding a yellow beam that came from a ring. This world puzzled him and never ceased to test his patience. The others who wandered beside him seemed nonchalant, wearing large hats and free-flowing clothing. Speaking of clothing, he may need to get himself some new garb.

Heading to the nearest shop, he flipped around his backpack to access its contents. It was a tragedy, having to use his town to supply his needs, but it had to be done. Though the counter was a bit high for his tastes, the Wayward Vagabond stretched up and sat his bag in front of the shopkeep and waved his hands around a bit.

"Eh, looking to trade? Well, le'see what ye got for me here." 

The shopkeeper dug through the bag, pulling out the remnants of Can Town, a mess of empty metal cans.

"Tab eh, never liked the stuff myself, but this here aluminum might getcha a pretty penny, not too often do we get metal that isn't almost completely rusted to the core. New around these parts?"

The mayor nodded before adding a shrug. 

"Ah, still the same old shit to ye then? Not too uncommon for this place, lots of wanderer's and the like. Most folks come from similar pasts."

The merchant tossed the cans into a corner of misshapen metal. 

"Alright, how about ye grab yourself some wrappings and get a can or two of food. It ain't gonna be much and the cans won't be as shiny as the ones you brought me, but it'll keep ye going."

The mayor nodded before bringing everything to the counter. Along with what the shopkeep suggested, he managed to snag another label from one of the bottles on a shelf.

"Mayo? Not sure what you're asking. An 'R'? Must mean something to ye I guess. Yeah, here I got a marker for ye."

Without much hesitation the Wayward Vagabond added an 'R' to the label, stuffing it into his pack for when he changed his clothes.
 
"Alright little fella, and tell you what, I'll throw in a little something extra for ye for not being an ass as soon as you walked in. Happens too often these days."

The mayor looked at the merchant with curiosity as he reached below from behind the counter. A slight clink was heard before the man presented a thin but tall pink can of the drink he valued most. The dark hands of the wanderer slapped together on his own cheeks in delight as he reached for the can of Tab.

"Figured ye would appreciate it, never really liked them sweet fizzy drinks so I kept it to throw at any dickheads that tried to haggle me. Put it to good use, eh?" The merchant joked. "If ye need to change I got a room to the side here ye can use." 

With a nod the Wayward Vagabond scuttled across the wooden floor, avoiding the shelves of glass and tin before getting some privacy. Soon he emerged, full with his new wrappings and label of "MAYO R" draped across his chest. It felt good to be able to take care of himself. As he left the shop, he opened his can of Tab, keeping his mouth wide open as cracked it open, turned it over and let the fizzy pink juice flow down his throat.

"Stay alive little buddy!" The shopkeep called out as the Mayor waved back, stepping back into the heat of the sun.

Now that he was resupplied, it was time to earn some more money. Can Town had supplied their mayor with enough to keep the hope alive that they could someday return to their former glory, but without some hard earned cash, the treasury was bound to go bankrupt. The Mayor waddled over to the sheriff's office, looking for small jobs that he could easily do. The large and weather bulletin board held up many papers, most being bounties for skulking criminals in the area.

The Mayor tapped his chin, was there anything that didn't require fighting? Some seemed to be tournaments, challenges, or something that involved violence. Then, in the midst of it all, something mundane.

Construction assistance needed within the Town with No Name. No experience required. Please meet a construction manager with your interest in the southeastern part of town.

Perfect. 

The Mayor crunched the can of Tab and stashes it away in his bag, readying himself. Today, he would help rebuild this town and use the experience to make the future Can Town even better than ever. Off then, Wayward Vagabond went, seeking this new experience.

This is not the world you know...

"WAHHH" Wario screamed, sitting up quickly. Water splashed everywhere around him. His purple overalls were drenched, as well as his white gloves. With some difficulty, Wario stood up.

The world around him was completely blank, save for a few people wandering about. Wario himself was standing inside a marble fountain. He knew then that something else was at play here. Wario hated being wet. The fountain was lavish and well-decorated with flowers and vines. No gold though. Worthless.

"Where the hell am I?" Wario growled, rubbing the back of his head.

The fat man managed to roll over the edge of the fountain. He plopped onto the the ground. Pushing himself up, Wario grunted and stretched, hearing his back crack a little as he did.

Wario looked around. That white fucker was right. This wasn’t the world he knew. There were some strange people here. Off in the distance, some tall boy was shooting webs at a green and red robot while some serious looking soldier type was throwing gadgets at it. When the robot shot a laser, Wario officially gave up on joining the brawl.

Nearby, other people were crawling out of the fountain. They looked irritated, to be sure. One of them had his hands together, forming a small ball of rainbow energy between his palms. Bewildered, Wario watched. That pale, no-eyes-having motherfucker showed him something similar.

It was treasure.

Wario flew himself into a drop-kick. The other guy, noticing the mass of yellow flying towards him, yelped and vanished. Wario flew forward, landing on his face. He pushed himself up and snarled.

“Now where the hell did you go?” Wario growled, sneering from side to side.

Frustrated, Wario picked at his nose before gathering his hands together. Maybe he could try making something with this “Omnilium.”

For about six minutes, Wario struggled to maintain the flow of rainbow into the ground. Nobody told him things in this world required that much concentration. This suuuuuucked. When the time had passed, Wario finally had recreated his bike from back home. To be honest, he was going for the Wario car, but he quickly realized he had no idea how the engine worked. The bike, at least, having exploded into smithereens many times before, Wario knew what was inside.

Wario gazed at his bike lovingly. Oh, gorgeous vehicle. The wheels were even bigger than his own engorged head. So big, in fact, that the bike was capable of standing on its own two wheels and nothing else. Good thing, too. Any kickstand Wario’s feeble mind could imagine would have shattered under the weight of this behemoth. The external plating was a grotesque yellow, with painted purple flames engulfing it from the bottom. The steel parts, including the jagged handlebars (based on his own glorious mustache) that reached so far that Wario would need to stretch his arms to grip them, glimmered in the sunlight. The leather seat looked more like a throne than a motorcycle seat, even including a backboard for some reason. At least a dozen exhaust pipes jutted out the side. A monster of a bike, fitting of this monstrous man.

Wario gently climbed it and sighed. Now he felt right. He turned on the ignition.

The bike promptly exploded.

“WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Wario screamed as he flew through the air, smoldering and smoking. He landed on his face again, his poor, poor nose.

“My bike...” Wario mourned as he looked up. Once again, it had scattered into dozens of pieces. The fat man pushed himself up and rolled up his sleeves.

“Let’s get this done,” Wario snarled, forming the rainbow ball again.

“Ah… I didn’t want to believe it was true… but what I just saw there proves the rumours…”

Arin turned around to face the dark mysterious voice. “I take it you're the person that was interested in master’s hotel?”

“I think you mean… my hotel. The previous owner and I had an… arrangement he didn’t complete. I hope that your master doesn't make the same mistake.”

“Was that a threat? Because if it was…” The swordsman took the hilt if his blade and pulled it out slowly as a warning.

“Now now-now. Don’t get so worked up. That's for the business manager is meant to do when he is crumbling into debt. But that’s enough from me… I need to get ready to meet him, after all now that he’s back, it would be so impolite not to greet him probably… sorry you had to come all the way here.”

“Why you little…” Before Arin could finish pulling out his sword the man had already walked into the awfully heavy fog that seemed to bundle around this specific building’s ceiling. It was almost as suspicious and ominous as the man who just introduced themselves...

I have been searching around the internet for some time now. And during this time, I have come across the term ‘Trolling’ and I have to say I am COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY OFFENDED BY IT!!!

Why must we trolls, as a minority, be defined by and blamed for these virtual acts of disregard and disrespect when most of us are a quiet communities making an honest living in our homelands, while everyone else gets off Scott free because of the anonymity of the screen that separates us.

I say NO MORE!! It’s time to think of a new word for this vile act, and it’s time we did it as a community.

The love these vampire daughters show was intense, Tyson was thinking since the demon was strong enough maybe finding these vampires. Something of a new home for these vampires perhaps even a city for them, Lilith and his family treated him well. It finally decided the demon would find these vampires a new home somehow they lived in this temple for long enough. Thinking of gaining enough funds from gang members but the demon didn't want to draw attention back to the temple the thought of leaving them again. Two vampire daughters wanted to stay with him however the demon wanted to ensure their safety somewhere else could he actually do it.. Akasha was sleeping peacefully to see the exact kindness in her beauty while she slept almost remembering the girlfriend that he'd lost in the past. To see this again, Tyson wanted to keep his people he cares about safe it that means helping their whole family out with a new place. Hearing the words of her heart and soul belonged to him that meant everything to him but the demon wanted to get stronger for them having something to protect. "I'm regaining some of my lost demon powers which is start never really expected to lose my powers. Everything was fine before leaving the portal to hell, my magics we're at their peak and my transformations we're stabilized. Becoming a prime changed everything just to have to prove myself all over again" He thought. 

The demon felt someone massaging his chest, Tyson turns around seeing Ashara wondering if they could play again. He wanted to enjoy this everyday for the rest of his life but the demon needed to do something important. "Darling, I want to fool around some more but really. The desire of protecting you and your entire family. But regaining my powers is a goal....I must achieve for myself and for you two" Tyson said seriously.

Ashara saw the concern to his eye knowing that the demon was serious about his intentions. A demon of hell wanting to help her and her family never in her life has she seen a person so determine like this. "You're serious about this? We'll be here for you my love do whatever you must just come home safe for us" She said. Getting dressed the demon noticed something on the ground a wanted poster thinking this was recent something about a murderous gang causing trouble. The demon thought about gaining a heroic reputation for himself taking down these evil gangs and collecting the profits for himself this seemed good. Akasha was still asleep as Ashara kissed him hoping he'll be safe but the demon had an idea where to start gaining money. Hoping the demon could gain enough to provide this vampire race a new home it was time to place his pain into motion, Tyson had a goal to achieve again. 

Reports had it this gang liked attacking villages and robbing the wealthy families of their riches. Bringing this criminal gang into justice would lead to some reward money, Tyson needed to do this and defeat these assholes.

He started leaving the temple and started getting on his horse and started heading off....

After a two hour ride the demon noticed a girl crying wondering what was going on seeing a dead body on the ground. Tyson thought that maybe her father and something happened here and the demon was first on the scene. Getting off the horse and trying to see if he could help and figure out what happened asking a girl what happen to her father. She stopped crying as she was fear for a moment seeing that he's a demon but what else did she have to lose here they killed her daddy. Tyson was trying to help just by hearing the girl's story "My father is a rich bank man and some bad men kept harassing my daddy. They wanted more money and my daddy refused and then two people started shooting at him and killed my daddy. My mommy is waiting for us to come back into town.....I just can't leave my daddie" She said. The demon quietly mourn the human being this was wrong in so many ways so bastards hurting people even families this will not stand. He comforted the child thinking this gang whoever they are had to be stopped her father will be avenge.

"Young lady, It isn't safe here knowing that I'm just a stranger. No harm shall come to you. Trust me" He said.

The child didn't want to leave her dad but the demon was kind taking her into town. People we're afraid of him wondering why a demon had a child with him something of ritual or something a few people started confronting the demon. Tyson didn't want a fight and tried explaining the whole situation to the angry mob of people hoping they'll listen.

"I'm returning this child to her mother because something ruthless gang killed her daddy. Did a number on him?" Tyson said asking to figure out what was happened.

"Grandpa.....GRANDPA" She yelled.

She started getting off the horse and started running to her grandpa in tears telling the old man what happened."The Vipers....They killed daddy. Papa didn't want to pay them anymore and they killed him" While crying in her grandpa arms.

"Oh shit......Not them again when is this going to end" Someone said.


"They killed Joey yesterday.....Now this we'll need to have a new guy running our bank. Someone got to stop them but their leader is one tough sonuvabitch. What could any of us do???" Another person said.

"The Vipers??? They been giving you trouble....It seems you want someone to stop them permanently or leave tell them to leave town. I'll stop them." He said.

"Their been a reward for them for months maybe years. Can you stop them please???" A bartender said.

"I will try.....Besides that reward sounds interesting." Tyson said.

The townspeople we're thankfully the demon rescued the girl but hoping the lone hero could actually do it. Bring down the Vipers and bring them and their leader into jail this was going to be an adventure after all. He wanted to prove himself and somehow regain his lost powers perhaps taking on jobs and finishing hard quests seemed like a good start.

CHARACTER NAME:

CM-CpL.10093 “Corporal Light”

CHARACTER SOURCE:

Original Star Wars Character

CHARACTER HISTORY:

“Light,” as he will henceforth be called, was born amongst a second generation of clones, after the first generation had already started dwindling due to the long Clone Wars. This second generation was born in the middle of the Clone Wars, during the point of time where the Galactic Republic was facing its darkest hour against the CIS forces that would only worsen as the war neared its end years down the line. CM-CdT.10093--”Light’s” official designation,-- was born and raised in a pod alongside thousands of other clone soldiers, bred precisely for the war effort and little more than that. Light’s role in the grand scheme of the role was to serve as a combat medic, and thus received training proper to this role. He was very quickly reassigned, however, to a more traditional soldier role, after a series of simulations and incidents on Kamino training grounds showcasing a personality more befitting of one: ceaseless determination, a sense of martyrdom, and an almost senseless tendency for self-sacrifice. The Kaminoans could not identify the root cause, although they suspected his trainer, a bounty hunter, installed some of these traits into him.

Regardless, Light successfully completed his training on Kamino and was originally assigned to the 22nd Battalion, led by Admiral Kendall, and serving as a private for the 22nd’s Alpha Squad. He participated in numerous battles, of which his martyrdom and determination became quickly apparent. He soon grew a hefty amount of respect within the 22nd Battalion, including the attention of the Admiral herself. “Light,”-- or 10093, as he was still called back then,-- also grew to know the medical staff on their flagship, The Acklay, rather well, and not just because he had ended up becoming a frequent visitor for his actions. A part of this stemmed from his knowledge of medicine, remnants of his medical training. One of his closest friends was CM-SgT.36874, “Sergeant Needle,” called so due to his odd fixation with needles. “Needle” held a very idealistic attitude toward the war, in stark contrast to his superior, CT-LT.12224 “Lieutenant Charger,” and his more cynical take on the war effort. Said idealism impacted “Light” immensely and still does to this very day.

Eventually, “Light’s” actions paid off. Admiral Kendall assigned him and a few other troopers, henceforth known as a whole as “Dusk Team,” with a special mission for them. Said troopers were “Lieutenant Charger,” “Sergeant Needle,” “Light” himself, a fellow trooper called CT-CpL.44223 “Corporal Rancor,” and an engineer called CE-PfC.22212, with no distinguishing nickname. Their task? Capture a Rodian terrorist named Vodan whom contained vital CIS intelligence and take him to a nearby prison named Canthall Prison.

The mission went off without a hitch. They captured Vodan and delivered them to the ice planet where Canthall Prison was based. They remained on the Prison and guarded Vodan, bearing witness to some of the atrocities that had been committed there and the general unrest brewing underneath. “Light” found himself questioning every bit of it, wondering what precisely was going on.

Eventually, something happened one day. While no official record is around as to what exactly happened, all anyone could figure was that the power for the entire base shut off, which subsequently shut down both the security systems, the cell locks containing the inmates, and completely removed the heating, turning the entire complex into a cold, dark place.

Within the span of a few hours, the prison turned into a war zone, with few survivors. Before Light escaped, almost every other clone had died, including his friend “Needle” and almost every other member of Dusk Team minus his superior “Charger.” The experience traumatized “Light,” leaving him with a burning hatred for droids, specifically Commando droids, and a massive fear of the dark. He thus took to light for comfort, earning him the title. The experience, however, also gave him horrific post-traumatic stress disorder in the form of hallucinations, general anxiety attacks, endless guilt, and an increase in his own martyrdom and hero complex.

Before he was sent to the Omniverse, “Charger” paid him a visit, urging him not to give in, to give up and be overwhelmed by his broken mind. To keep fighting for what he knew was right, no matter what.

Light still remembers those words, even if the rest of his memory has been siphoned away as a result of the Omniverse.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Head: Wears a Phase 1 Plastoid Clone Trooper helmet on his head, modified to carry two pairs of large, bulbous flashlights on the sides. These flashlights can serve to illuminate all patches of darkness, although they serve little combat functionality despite their insane brightness. Behind the helmet is that of a man with a striking resemblance to a hardened military man: the eponymous Jango Fett, albeit one with a carved-up crew cut.

Torso: Wears normal Phase 1 Plastoid Clone armor, with a blue shirt underneath to prevent chafing. Orange, painted lines run along the edges of his armor, right down to the joints of his limbs. He keeps his DC-15s blaster rifle holstered on a belt around his waist alongside his medkits, extra pair of batteries and a singular flashlight.

Arms: Plastoid armor covers his arms, with thick, blackened gloves surrounding his hands. A pad on his left hand contains a small communicator, albeit broken in its current state.

Legs: Plastoid armor covers his knees and legs, with thick, armored boots covering his feet.


STATS:

ATK: 3

Due to intense physical training inherent to a clone trooper’s development, it makes sense that a clone is expected to be physically fit enough to kill with their own bare hands in true Mandalorian fashion, if need be. The omni-physics have slightly enhanced his normal strength, thus maintaining the deadly nature of a clone trooper’s arsenal.

DEF: 1

There is a reason most clone troopers worth their salt were not fond of the Plastoid Phase 1 Clone Armor given to them when they became soldiers for the Republic. Outside of its general uncomfortable nature, it was also basically made of plastic, as the name implied, meaning it did not offer much protection from projectiles and blaster fire. Its effectiveness has been minorly improved for the sake of omni-physics, although not enough to prevent certain death if “Light” takes one bolt too many.

SPD: 3

Due to intense physical training inherent to a clone trooper’s development, it makes sense that a clone is expected to be physically fit enough to run a marathon if need be. The omni-physics of the Omniverse have only served to further enhance “Light’s” already impressive clone speed.

TEC: 3

Clone soldiers are trained from birth to be the world’s perfect cannon fodder. With 10 years of nothing but pure military training, it’s natural that, even with their purpose being the human equivalent of droids, they would possess skill far superior to that of witless machinery. Indeed, “Light” is a soldier of very respectable skill; he’s a good shot with a blaster and a melee warrior worthy enough to be taken seriously, if nothing else.


STARTING PROFICIENCIES:

Physical Strength Proficiency (1000 OM) - Of course, being a clone trooper, it is natural that one must be physically proficient in order to stand a chance on the warfront. Therefore, Light is fairly strong, and possesses enough technique to make him a threat in close quarters.



Ranged Proficiency (1000 OM) - All the strength in the world won’t help in the age of blaster rifles and thermal detonators. Therefore, a clone trooper needs to have a high amount of proficiency with that of ranged combat, of which Light himself definitely has.






STARTING POWERS:

Healing (3000 OM) - Due to his status as a combat medic, Light is trained with how to properly heal others. The Omniverse has extended this benefit to allow him more efficient ways of healing himself, and thus gives him multiple medkits for this purpose. Using these, as they count for his SP points, he can heal himself and any one target and remove Accumulated Damage.



STARTING MOVES:

DC-15s (requires Ranged Profiency) - 300 OM

• Simple. Only really has one function: shoot bolts. These bolts, blue in color, cannot really be affected in any meaningful way through any action on “Light’s” part.
  
• Can be used both standing still and while on the move, although “Light’s” accuracy worsens a bit while firing on the move due to the split actions.
  
• Practically instantaneous. It merely requires a pull of the trigger to be fired.
  
• Automatic. Bolts fly out fast with about a half-second interval between each shot.
  
• Fast. Each bolt is about as fast as a normal bullet.
  
• Accurate. Despite the speed and automatic nature, it is a surprisingly accurate weapon.
  

• Weak. Due to its nature as more like the Star Wars equivalent of a submachine gun in a lot of ways, each individual bolt is much weaker than a normal bolt. It would be reasonable to assume that it would take multiple bolts to take down a standard foe.
  
• Short. The bolts are not very long nor particularly big; indeed, they are rather like small, one inch cylinders. Thus, they are easier to dodge than one might expect.
  
• Overheating. Due to the balancing nature of the Omniverse, another flaw of the DC-15s was added upon “Light’s” summoning. After about six seconds of constant firing, the rifle overheats and refuses to fire unless given time to cool down. Said time ranges from two-three seconds. Any attempts to fire this gun before the cool down just results in a harsh buzzing noise and tibanna-gas billowing out the side.
  

Got any awkward gaming memories?

I've been hit on in Roblox, many times. I remember one time in Sharkbite, this guy asked me to have sex roleplay with him, setting a location to meet, then proceeded to tell me in detail what he'd do to me. I didn't see any of it as it was all censored.

Then there is Jailbreak... I remember this guy pulled over, I thought he was giving me a lift to the bank. He then proceeded to drive around the block in circles as he roleplayed our make out session. I eventually jumped out of a moving vehicle, only to be solicited by another man on a motorcycle. I logged out at that point.

Considering the target demographic I'm pretty sure they were all 13 or under...

I went full lesbian for a while after that, until Jeff turned me back into bisexual with his existence.

(Am I kidding with that last statement? Funnier if I don't say. I'm sure he'll get an ego boost either way.)

Name: Wario
Spent OM: 3900
Consumed OM: 0
Proficiencies (2600): Physical Strength (1000), Area Attack (600)
Powers (800/8000): Burst Movement (800)
Moves (900): Wario Charge (600), Bite (300)
Super Moves (600): Wario Waft (600)
Transformations (0):
Assists (0):
Items:
Artifacts:
Bases:
Unlocks (0):
Base stats:
ATK: 5
DEF: 4
SPD: 0
TEC: 1