Some kind of...of demon. Or vampire. Or...or something!

The captured man struggled only for a moment, sucking in a breath to ready himself to put up as much of a fight as he could -- he wasn't exactly a soldier, just a man who'd been in this town for way too damn long to exist without some fire in his blood and steel in his bones. He wasn't a warrior, by any means, but he was a fighter!

All thought of resisting or putting up an actual fight fled from him when the first blow struck home.

He pushed away, freeing himself from the vice-like grip on his shoulder, and whirled around to face his attacker, only to be met with a gloved hand crashing into his chin. The empty palm hit with with a solid smack and threw his head backward, and his body snapped forward again only a split second later as a knee lodged itself in his gut with what had to be the force of a cannonball. He wheezed out all the breath he'd caught, staggering back with hands curled around his gut.

Stars danced across his vision as an elbow slammed into his ear, and thunder rumbled in his head in tune with the deafening crash from overhead as an open palm grasped the back of his head. His world went white as his face was driven into the ground, only the dull crunch of impact echoing in his head.

Dizzy, and barely aware of what had just happened, he just groaned as fingers grasped the soaking wet collar of his jacket, and hauled him up off the ground. "Now, then...as I said." The voice was smooth, despite the vicious assault its owner had just doled out. "...I wish to have a word with you."

As he tried to draw enough breath to manage a response, a gloved hand closed around his throat, choking the airflow off. "You won't need to say anything. I never said this would be a conversation. You, my friend..." The man in black hauled his prey further up, releasing the back of his jacket and simply tightening the grip on the poor soul's neck. "...don't need to worry. You'll tell me everything I want to know."

As he hung there, hands scrabbling and grabbing at the iron grip around his throat, the man gurgled breathlessly. Half-formed grunts and words, a mangled attempt to ask for mercy or curse at his attacker, all spewed forth into the rain.

But they slowly died off, growing quieter as even his last few gasps of air were spent. He renewed his struggles and effort, kicking and clawing, silently screaming and thrashing. His mind screamed for air...!

...then it screamed for a different reason. Pain.

"You're going to tell me everything you know...about Oswell E. Spencer. His associates. And Silent Hill."

It spread out from his neck. Little lines, curling and slicing down. Across his torso, then to his limbs. Up his neck, over his face and around his head. Hair-thin strands of molten agony, growing worse and worse, spreading and wrapping further and further around him. His eyes went wide, bulging as his ground his teeth. One good breath, so he could clear his foggy mind and land a clear blow...!

Then he saw the colors. Shimmering and sparkling. A white glow, masked by the dark and the rain, and all the colors of the rainbow. Faintly shining, shimmering, rippling across the ground and nearby walls. It grew more pronounced and clear, and worst of all, the pain started to lessen. It went from unbearable agony, trailing off into...into nothing.

There was...there was...

Light. Colors. Lightning...all white.

What was...?


Albert Wesker strode slowly out of the alley, hand slowly curling into a fist around a last few dregs of omnilium. "Information never came quite so easily, before..." he mused, lifting both hands to adjust his long coat. "I suppose I really should thank you, Omni."

Quote:Beginning work toward 'A Gate in the Moors' quest.
Post Word Count: 660 // Total Word Count: 660
Post Character Count: 3,674 // Total Character Count: 3,674

I was thinking about this we got Green Lantern stuff brewing? How can get help into creating something dark of a red power ring for my character. I was thinking my character should have a dark power like Atrocitus had. But I'm not sure into the creation of anger. Need help with this.

In short, I wanted to create a Red power ring...maybe the Power Battery....perhaps Dex-Starr once good and ready.

Saltwater sprayed across the ferry with every chop against the rolling waves of the Vasty Deep. The two story vessel paid no mind to the sea’s rough waters, nor to the occasional spray it gave to its passengers. The barge was filled with a diverse and hardy bunch that were unlikely to melt after being slightly doused, so it powered on to its destination. In the distance two tall buildings commanded the horizon. They dominated the view of the single island, but the occupants of the boat could see plenty of smaller buildings, as well as some seemingly uncharted woods surrounding them. Most importantly was the docks they were approaching, and the lavish beaches clearly designed for tourists. Not that any of these people had a vacation in mind. The ship was filled with mercenaries, bounty hunters, pirates, and all sorts of unsavory types, all who were responding to one of the more lucrative job offerings to be spread around the Verse.

Abner White stood at the front of the ferry, inhaling a fine cigar as he watched the remote sanctuary grow closer. He’d existed underground for years, now, and looked nothing like the reluctantly well groomed Stormtrooper captain he had once been. A heavy beard now masked his face, overshadowed only by the empty gaze in his eyes. His brown boots were heavily worn and in dire need of replacement, just like the blue jeans and long sleeve, black button up shirt he sported. A camouflage ball cap was twisted backwards so the ocean’s winds didn’t steal it away from him and covered unkempt, longer hair. He was well armed, with an Imperial blaster rifle and a twelve gauge shotgun secured to either side of the small tactical backpack he wore, while a pistol was holstered to his right side, while a combat knife was ready for a cross draw on his left side. A little bit of ammo filled out the rest of his belt, with the rest shoved into the backpack.

Once a grumbling but well meaning Stormtrooper tasked with controlling the Empire’s presence in the Nexus, Abner had managed to escape the grind of the Imperial system through two adventures he’d never dreamed possible. The unfortunate side effect turned out that his position within the Empire had been forfeited, and by fleeing his handlers he’d become one of the Empire’s most wanted targets. After all, he was the man who’s seen Omni with his own eyes, survived the trials of the Danteverse, and had become a prime through nothing but his own grit and tenacity. The Empire wanted to know his secrets, but he was far from willing to share with them anymore.

Behind him he heard the chatter of the other mercenaries. They had all been recruited individually to this island paradise for briefing on some sort of elaborate mission. The specifics were being withheld for the time being, which had unnerved some of them. It was business as usual to the veteran stormtrooper, who was more than used to shadowy figures not telling others all the details of assignments. The payout promised to be enormous, and one glance at the island resort they were approaching suggested their benefactor would be able to make good on it.

Abner looked down at his palm, weakly attempting to summon an orb of Omnilium from it. Nothing emerged, as he had become used to in the past weeks. Something was wrong, and he had begun to lose his prime promised abilities. One morning it just hadn’t worked anymore, and he had begun to wonder if he had truly been made into a prime when he visited the Oververse. The deeper implication was that he and the others were not truly immortal. Christa was the only one he’d seen since the return from the Oververse, and she didn’t survive their excursion into the Danteverse. He had been relieved to hear that she was alive after a friend met her in the Nexus, but it had been almost two years since Abner saw her or anything else.

A few measly years was a long shot from the eternity he’d been promised by Omni himself. It was something he needed to investigate, but on the flip side he could sure use the money from whatever this job would be to keep himself going. With the size of the crowd, and the reputations of some of the people around him, it certainly didn’t appear to be an easy job, or possibly a moral one either.

Abner turned and walked through the crowd of killers, assassins, and bounty hunters, occasionally glancing at the stranger looking ones and sizing them up. Odds were that there would be a cutthroat or two in this crowd looking for a higher payday. Eternal life or not, Abner was fine with that. He managed just fine before he became a prime, and he trusted himself to handle whatever came his way.

For now, he wanted another drink before they made landfall.

Dust’s sights were square on the man who’d interrogated him before, with a bit more defiance in his eyes than last time. It might have been the weakness that did it to him, the feverish nightmares, the internal struggled in the massive man’s heart that shouldn’t exist. Whatever the reason, he was ready more than ever to fight. Yet, still able to keep a leash on his actions enough not to outright attack. For one, there were hundreds if not millions of soldiers to stop him before he could attack the seemingly defenseless doctor. But also because he couldn’t see what benefit it would gain him to attack when this just seemed to be interrogation part two.

The doctor made a show of going through some files he’d had tucked away in some corner of his perfectly organized desk. Dust looked them over but he didn’t have the vision needed to read any of the fine print from this distance. He did make note of several files that stacked to one side and a single one on the edge beside his own which was open where they’d left off. A stack of apparent fan made stories and a few pictures of him as he had taken on Centurion.

Wolf knew that these files must have been The Avengers he’d been helping this whole time. He guessed the thickest ones were those with real promising power or stuffed full of additions to their permanent records. He tried to measure his own up with the stacks, but his angel left him without a good enough view.

Dr. Thomas picked up the coffee mug as he stood upright, moving around the desk and into Hokori’s line of attack. Wolf noticed he was relaxed, though he looked as if he had a lot on his mind to say he didn’t speak. Instead, he stirred the steaming liquid around with a silver spoon.

Dust’s heart still pounded in his chest from the abrupt actions that had him planted here, his whole body rose and fall as he took deep breaths. The chains clattered loosely before tightening again with every exhale and inhale. Still, the good doctor didn’t say anything.

There was a knock on the door, and then Dr. Thomas excused himself by placing the mug down and going outside. On his return a few moments later he had a guest. Crimson eyes went from Thomas to the stranger in a blink and bore into him as if he was a threat. He narrowed his eyes down on the stranger, his instincts pushed fire through his chest and every muscle in the werewolf prime’s body tensed up defensively.

The quick reaction must have made the new guest uneasy, Dust could see the hesitation in Mr. Lynch as the lean figure takes the invitation to take a seat. The mastermind of this plan offered a metal chair just as Volk sat in but with fewer straps, chains, and cuffs. It was a bit too close to the intimidating prime that was The Dying Star for Koal’s apparent comfort but he took it with a couple side glances.

Dust has already proven these percussions were a sham, but other than the observing parties and the doctor the binding methods should look sturdy. Either the younger male thought better just by his sheer mass, or he had didn’t trust his roommate anymore than Wolf did.

“Now.” Thomas started, picking up his cup and sipping his hot drink. “I hope you are comfortable gentlemen.”

“Not really.” The other male said, the Contractor beside him noted the strain in his voice despite the sarcasm coming through his lips.

“Good.” The doctor addressed or rather ignored their complaints. “Onto our business.” He said walking over to sit back down on his desk. It was still in the corner, apparently as far away from Dust as he could get while remaining in the room. It didn’t give Mr. Lynch any comfort about who he was sitting next to. “Hokori Hoshi, meet Koal Lynch. Koal, this is Dust.” He introduced them, waving the pleasantries off. He looked down into the files open on his desk. “Koal is guilty of almost every crime in the book. His favorite flavor of chaos seems to be murder. However, we have a list of things he’s done in his spare time and the Empire is not happy about it.”

“You’re one to talk.” Koal spat out, apparently something the doctor said rubbing him the wrong way.

Thomas’ eyes flick over the edges of his glasses before flipping to another file. “Dust. Your crimes are indeed mild compared to this criminals. However, we have proof that while the initial fight had more to do with your friend Cade, you were the catalyst in the following disturbance. By attacking Cade first you’ve doomed the entire Avengers’ Team to containment here at this facility for an undetermined time.”

It has been a long time since Hoshi-Kun has felt anything quite like the ego-deflating, body-numbing, bone-chilling guilt that he felt at that point. In fact, had he been emotionally conscious at the time of his experience with Shock the night Drake fell, he may be able to compare this mountain of chest pain to that night. It would seem the more people that were involved in his decisions the heavier his heartfelt when he was forced to face the consequences.

On the outside, he remained porcelain stone with his eyes digging deeper into the doctor’s throat, but inside a storm of desperation began to brew and swirl. He had to do something about this… In his mind, he was certain the head doctor in front of them had his own solutions to this problem, especially because he finally looked up with a mockery of a smile on his face. Because he reminded DA-389 of the same type of snake that his formal commanders were, he bet it would be unpleasant and only barely took care of the surface problem.

Thomas took his apparent silence of the matter as a reason to go on. He knitted his fingers together and sat his chin down on the hammock of phalanges. “Luckily I have a way for us all to be happy.” He paused, trying to still gauge the reaction of a stone-faced Lycan. When Dust gave him nothing again, he continued. “Hokori Owari Hoshi, I purpose a deal. If you agree to a special program where you willingly participate in the testing of weapons, drugs, and other equipment experiments I, Doctor Thomas, have the authority to release and discharge every member of the Avengers that had been involved in the disturbance related to your incarceration.”

Ookami’s immediate agreement caught firmly in his throat, it was a physical lump he could barely swallow back down like the pill it was. He would reflect later how eager his body had been to condemn itself for the sake of his friends. This was new to the contractor, mostly because of how little friends he had in general life. When did he become so selfless?

He lowered his head as it spun with the possibilities of what this could all entail. He had to consider the wording, carefully. Though he didn’t need a fine tooth comb to remember there had been exactly two people involved that didn’t quite fall under that net. “I will agree.” He said firmly. The doctor smiled greedily, but before he could say anything else, Dust continued. “But only if you agree to let Angel and Cade go as well. They, after all, are Avengers now, too.”

There stood two powers. Pillars against the storm grey walls of the interrogation rooms.

“I can arrange that, as long as you agree to the terms.” The doctor said, his jaw stiff.

“I’m all yours.” Dust said, as bravely as he could while feeling frightened for the others.

As if to finalize the deal right then and there, the wild card in this hand flung his metal chair back into the wall, leaving the back two legs slightly dent. Koal had his hands on his temples, squeezing his head as he struggled to breathe. This brought the attention straight to him and after a moment of hyperventilating Dust watched him raise his own eyes to the larger prime.

“You are a fool!” He spat. “You can convince the big guy here, but I-!!”

“You, Koal, don’t have a choice in the matter,” Thomas said, dryly. “You either agree to do the same, or you are dragged there..”

CHARACTER NAME:
Rose Colt

CHARACTER SOURCE:
Bleach OC

CHARACTER HISTORY:
Rose started as human as all Hollows do, she was Lilly White.

Born and raised in England she was treated like a princess by her mother and like a stranger by her father. Mr. White had acquired some debt from gambling away what little money he made. One night Mr. White was drunk and his wife started a fight about the financial strain he was forcing them into, and this created a conflict that ended with a bloody knife.

The child was next, but instead of killing her Lilly’s father sold her into slavery and she was shipped down to Africa where she becomes another man’s property for some time before he dropped her in the lap of a worker. Upon discovery of the tombs, Lilly and many other slaves were sent down to retrieve the treasures within.

How she died is never discovered, but to be sure it was either one of the various booby traps laid by the pharaoh's orders or the lack of oxygen. Given Rose’s nature, it was likely she suffocated.

In the darkness, Rose met a friend named Lilith, a bossy little girl who began to tell her what to do, when, and how. This leads to a lot of shenanigans, but most notable was ripping out the spirit chain in her chest, and evolving through to Gillian and becoming too large for the tombs to hold.

Eventually, she meets Evan, the second person she’s met since death and not by coincidence. Evan isn’t defined as much older than her, he is handsome and seems to always have the answers. At this point, she has reached the Adjuchas stage and Evan convinces her to rip off her mask to become an imperfect Arrancar.

Without anyone else to guide her she sought out the human world where she met Keyno. Keyno attempted to take care of the strange little girl. However, this brought her to the attention of a powerful Hollow. Akumu. Akumu convinced Fumetsu that Rose would be worth incorporating in their little group despite Keyno’s initial objections.

Rose is then used for several things, none of which she is given the choice to object, or the will to do so. She does everything Akumu asks of her, including turning on Keyno and nearly killing him.

Akumu then released her to do as she pleased, not having any directions she roamed the human world for a bit before meeting Asuna and Junko. Both of them thought it was best to attack first and ask questions later, and that question was if she would be Asuna’s Rook.

After some consideration and Akumu’s permission, nay, order. Rose agreed to it. She was with another Arrancar named Dellindis who just finished teaching her important lessons when Omni showed interest in her.


PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

Appearing as your average 19-year-old girl, she has long blond hair that reaches her knees. Rose is 5’3” with cream colored skin and gold colored eyes which glow just a bit. She is usually found as naked as she can be, the only thing keeping her modest is the dark purple chitin plating that forms bikini armor. This also runs long her spine creating a spiked collum which generally hurts anyone trying to make an attack from behind.

Her mask remnants are the lower end of a scorpion’s “jaw” that attach to her neck like a bone white necklace. Her Hollow hole is clearly in the center of her chest.

Other mutations include blackened blisters that dot her legs and upper arms, and one side of her face.

STATS:
ATK: 4
DEF: 5
SPD: 1
TEC: 0

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:
Physical Prof (1000)
Ranged Prof (1000)
Debuff Prof(1000)

STARTING POWERS:
Survival (2000)

STARTING MOVES:
Toxico (600)
The Weapon
Rose’s Zanpakuto comes in the form of a Glaive. The head of this long arm is a foot long barbed and serrated blade that resembles a Scorpion’s stinger. The metal is black and the surface has pores which are how she distributes the poisons. It has a counterweight on the end of it. Weapon’s full length is 7 feet long in total and made completely of her spirit.
Pink Poison
Toxico produces a pink liquid through the pores, covering the blade with it in a matter of 1 second and creates a poison that lasts for 2 successful attacks before it needs to be replenished. This poison numbs the pain receptors in the cut so that the opponent doesn’t realize they’ve been hit until they inspect the damage or the numbing wears off in approx. 5 seconds after the poison has been administered. This allows Rose to attack the opponent several times before they sense the oncoming danger. Depending on the severity of the attack the opponent may bleed out before he/she realizes what’s happening.
Sensory Powers will give the creature an advantage of figuring this out a lot faster than anyone without one. Insight can tell the user what the poison does.

Cero (300)
The most basic attack a hollow can produce. Rose’s are stronger than the average hollow. Each one manifests from the flattened palm of her hand or the tip of Toxico. Each cero is about the size of a softball, is sickly green with a pink glow, and moves surprisingly fast without being impossible to dodge. Producing these is surprisingly easy for the hollow and she can use them almost indefinitely but only one at a time. It takes 1 second to form, and another second of rest before she can fire another one. Rose’s Cero packs a definite punch, but while she has so much raw power, the hollow lacks tactical experience it takes for these to be very effective while pitting against someone much more skilled than her.


5900/6745.30 OM - Maths courtesy of Dabony [I trust his maths]

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

Where did you find us?
Cassandra Myst > Little Rose

For clarity sake, even though I’ve spoke with Joe and Alex about it already, the Orgosyth/Malefactor is being taken from Retane and will be going to Amber Veritz.

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May refine it a bit more, but for now, this oughtta get your blood goin.

Because hey, weird character exercises are fun!

To put it simply, in this thread, describe your relationship with the characters you write... but frame it like you would a discussion of your lover. Discuss how they got to know you, what excites you about them, what they do for you that changes you as a person... but again, frame it like you're talking about a girlfriend/Husband/Favorite Body Pillow.

If you have characters you've switched from, discuss them like you would an Ex - going from the beginning to the end of the relationship, and detailing why you, or they, decided to leave:


I'll start us off, then:

Raal Deathwind:
A gentleman, truly. He strode in wearing expensive robes and an eager expression on his decaying face. A candlelit Dinner was followed with a thrilling boat ride, and I found myself taken from pleasant, quieter conversations and intellectual chats to Wild adventures where we went who knows where. Throughout it all, I was attached to his passion. he was a very angry person, but he appealed to me with his daring and his cunning - he always knew what he wanted. Still, there was a certain level of innocence in his actions that I think only a couple people ever saw, that fragile, softer side...

As quickly as the flame burned, though, it died out. That harshness became more erratic, more twisted, the longer I spent with him, and easy conversations became tense and difficult to get through. For a while, we just sort of sat across from the table in silence, until at long last, I worked up the courage to ask him to go.
Surprisingly, his departure was cordial. He was very polite, and his friends still come to talk to me from time to time. We had a good run, but I can't say I've truly regretted the decision to move on. That isn't to say there isn't days where I still wake up and miss him, though.


Weiss Schnee: 

A beautiful lady, hiding a lot of tense emotions. Me and Weiss bonded over a nice time out in the park, going over our feelings and emotions. Initially, our shared depression and crushed spirit was what we bonded over - a mutual empathy for eachother's pain. It was something we could take comfort in eachother with. I'm sure if that had been all, we wouldn't have stayed together all this time and formed the bonds we have now, though. Weiss and I were good for eachother - we understood eachother's weakness, but we didn't let that stop us from pushing each other forward, and together we built up into something stronger and prouder for it. We understand eachother so well, now, and my admiration for her strength, her perseverance, and her willpower has grown every time I've seen her. She's absolutely my favorite, and she knows it too - not once have I seriously considered leaving her.

We spend most of our time being pretty close right out in public, holding hands, going out to all the new social events, making friends as best as two awkward people can. Between the two of us, we generally find a way to muddle through it, one way, or another.

Sarah Kerrigan:

a smooth talker, and one that tends to distract me from any lengthy conversation with just a few provocative actions... Kerrigan's... I mean...

I'd been dating around after leaving Raal. Seeing if I could find someone to fill that same void Deathwind had left. Weiss is more than enough for me most of the time, but there's some things I just can't talk to her about, stuff I talked about with Raal. Stuff I could only do with Raal. I looked for someone who could fill that need, and there were a few available, but no one really... clicked, ya know? I asked a bunch of people out, keeping my buddies nearby in case I needed a quick out.

Then Kerrigan walked in. She hadn't initially been part of the speed dating service - my buddy Alex actually sent her my way while I was waiting on my next date. She walked up, grabbed my phone from me, looked at my little schedule, and cleared it for the next week, before casually sitting down on the other side of the table.

Needless to say, I was interested. 

As the days went, and we kept talking, 2 things popped out for me with kerrigan.
The first was simple: She was pretty crazy. Sociopathic, violent, and always looking to get her way. Raal had anger issues. Kerrigan is just flat out evil when she wants to be. The thing is? it's a fun kind of crazy.
Which leads to point 2: She gave me everything Raal had given me and then some. Totally unflappable, always finding ways to surprise me, to challenge my thinking, to make me look at a situation a little differently. We're so in sync now, and yet, she still finds new ways to surprise me, even now.Going out with her is always a ride, and it's one I look forward to every single time.

That's not to say it's all rainbows and sunshine. We fight a lot, and sometimes I find myself thinking I could do better, that this whole relationship was a mistake. It never lasts long, and I always find myself standing in front of her door with a basket of roses and an apologetic smile. And every time, she looks at me with that knowing smile.
Like it or not, I'm hooked.

As of this post, I have given my Yellow Star Piece to Mokugakure: http://omniverse-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10405

It's entirely their's to use as they see fit, whether to choose another guardian for it or trade it off, whatever, I don't care. Not my business anymore! As long as they still like Ambrosia, they can do whatever the hell they want!

I'm not sure if I need to update my log for that or if I can just delete it from my stat block.