Claptrap wheeled into the blank void of the Nexus and drew out his orb of omnillium. He would need a vehicle if he wanted to reach the Deeps quickly, blissfully unaware that he could have just crossed while in Coruscant. He considered his vehicles of choice for a moment before settling on a classic bandit technical. The little robot focused on the crudely stitched together car, remembering all the times bandits had tried to run him down, and occasionally succeeded. The mental picture was the only thing Claptrap could focus on for about 15 minutes before a newly made bandit technical stood before him, even rustier and less safe than anything you could summon from a catch-a-ride.

Claptrap tentatively climbed in, careful not to accidentally pull something off before starting the car. It roared to life with little resistance when Claptrap realised the he couldn't reach the pedals with his small, single wheeled 'leg', so the little robot had to stand up in the driver's seat and hope he didn't slip over, barely able to see over the dashboard. 

After a horrifically precarious drive around the Nexus, Claptrap arrived at the Deeps gate and, unable to stop the car with one leg, plowed through it at maximum speed, screaming at a pitch that was nearly inaudible to the human ear the whole time.

Character name: Nishana Thorn

Character source: The Division, OC

Character history: 
A devastating pandemic sweeps through New York City, and one by one, basic services fail. In only days, without food or water, society collapses into chaos. The Division, a classified unit of self-supported tactical agents, is activated. Leading seemingly ordinary lives among us, The Division agents are trained to operate independently of command, as all else fails. Nishana is one such of these Agents.

Nishana, unfortunately, fell victim to one of the rampaging factions that sprung up doing the chaos. It is at the point of her death that she has been pulled into the Omniverse. 

(I'll go into more detail on her history in RP and her profile)

Physical Description: [spoiler][/spoiler]

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

Starting Proficiencies: Ranged Proficiency, Physical Strength, Area Attack Proficiency (2600 spent)

Starting Powers: Foresight (1500 Spent)

Starting Moves: (600 Spent)

M4 Carbine Ranged Proficiency, 300 OM
A standard M4 Carbine, fitted with a holographic sight, silencer and flashlight. These attachments are able to be switched out for others, such as foregrips and laser pointers, these provide no advantage and should be considered fluff details simply for the sake of RP. It is capable of firing in three different modes; semi automatic, burst and fully automatic. For the time being, however, the weapon is stuck in semi-auto, meaning that Nishana can fire it as fast as she can pull the trigger. A standard clip holds 30 rounds which can be emptied within as many seconds when fired at pace, it would then take another 5 seconds to reload and have ready to fire once again. Nishana carries this weapon on her back to provide easy access at a moments notice. 
[spoiler][/spoiler]

M9 Sidearm Ranged Proficiency, 300 OM
A standard M9 pistol, fitted with a silencer and flashlight. These attachments are capable of being switched out, but provide no advantage. It can be fired as quickly as Nish can pull the trigger. The M9 is stored in a holster at Nishana's hip for easy access.
[spoiler][/spoiler]
 

ISAC Fluff move, used to explain Foresight.

ISAC (Intelligent System Analytic Computer)  is the AI contained within a Division Agent's watch, it is capable of sending out a recon pulse in a 60m radius around the Agent's current point and feeding back any information gathered instantaneously. In it's current state, however, ISAC is only capable of giving a brief warning of incoming attacks.

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

Where did you find us? Via RPGfix!

A while ago, playing l4d2 with my wife and two friends over the internet.

I'm not in all the videos, but they're all still really funny and you should watch them.

When I do show up, my handle is DatPokute.

Enjoy!


(My wife is the star of the channel, hands down)

Villains come in all shapes and sizes, but yeah, usually they’re simple and usually, they’re killable. Christa fell through the portal leading to the other world with heavy thoughts adding pressure to the sole of her boots. The taste of war never left this woman’s tongue, and always found its way back to her, for it, she had compromised happiness and sacrificed life. For it, she had lost herself, and forged a new one. She would never be free of it, even in death.

Last she could remember, was Karl Jak, Red, and Abner. Each one a priority, neither, her priority, at least yet. Karl Jak was the closest thing she had to a nemesis, but even then, he’d made good on his word. Red, her partner, a talking red panther that had saved her life. And Abner, well, he doesn’t get a definition yet. All of them were like her sister, MIA. Somehow, it seemed like that was all it would ever be.

Clouds filled her thoughts as Christa stepped into an ocean-tasting air, and fog filled her vision. Quite literally, as though it had been stacked on bricks, she couldn’t see an inch past her nose, and she looked, twice. This was bad news, since she was rather unfamiliar with this verse already. While she had enough sense to not walk into a wall, she wouldn’t even know how close she was to the ocean unless she sliced through the noise pollution and listened to the tide of the waves. All she heard now was the wind and some faint murmuring.

“Is there someone there?” Christa called out to the ominous darkness, tainted by the smoky mist.

“No,” a voice answered, and another voice tittered.

There was single footfall ten feet away, it chimed loudly in her ears and she pinpointed it, turned on a dime, and slammed into the figure with all her force. His shoulder bones painfully met a wall, and his friend’s eyes widened, dazed and confused, and stinking like booze. The man who’s shirt she had bundled in her hands, stared forward, his eyes blank of fear, but behind them, his thoughts were swimming.

“Lissssten lady I don’t want any trouble, I’s just seein’ if my friend Jimbo over here was ratin’ you a five or a siz.” The man was on drugs, or something. It only stood to reason that Omniverse had to be full of them, since the market was surely fresh. Christa couldn’t help but think she was trapped in another void, it was night, it was dark, and things were practically materializing themselves in the fog.

“Is this the Vastly Deep, or have I taken a wrong turn? What day is it?” she gave him a very gentle shake, which left him quivering in his bones. Luckily, Jimbo over there, stayed silent, as well as non-violent. This made the negotiation easy.

“No, thisss izz the Ommmy-verse, mizz. Today is January... January...Tenth, nineteen-forty-two,” the man hiccuped, “Friday! Today’s my birthday.”

Christa’s grip loosened. This was going less than nowhere, fast. Jimbo responded, “Oh happy birthday, Larry! Care for another swig? How’s the wife?”

“She’zz dead, Jimbo, jus’ like the rest of ‘em, but I’m still alive... Right?” they clinked glasses, and Christa found inklings of truth in their words.

“Listen, I just need to know-”

“Wooaaahhh there missy, jusss take it easy. You don’t need nothin’ you just think you do,” the man tapped his forehead, where wrinkles suddenly appeared. “Jimbo, give me another swig, I want this to happen quick!”

“Want... What to happen?” she couldn’t help but to ask, and her head turned to see Jimbo, who suddenly was cloaked in a long, black robe. In his hand, a scythe steadied. Christa backed up immediately, not sure what she was witnessing.

Jimbo didn’t speak, but another vial was given. Larry slurped it up, laughing as he did, until he used the balance of the wall to slide to the ground. Behind his eyelids, memories swarmed faster than bees. Still, he managed to speak through the drug, “Ssssweet, sssweet endingz, m’ dear. I wanted an ending... That I never gott to have.”

And those, were Larry’s last words, before his entire face wilted into wrinkles, his hair grew out past his shoulders until they too, curled upon the cement ground, and his skin became spotted with brown and shriveled up to his bones. Christa gasped, the terror in the man’s eyes compromised the smile that held on his decaying, withered lips. The Prime turned to the black figure, his face was now cloaked in shadow and for some reason, Christa couldn’t remember any distinctive features of his face. She gulped.

The figure stepped forward, to the live one in his presence. She stepped back. His gaze, though invisible, looked at her feet and read her actions. “Who are you?” she asked the most obvious question.

“Who are... you?” it answered slyly. In one hand, she saw the scythe, framed in dark cloud, in the other, it was hidden, like her future and fate. The choice, hers.

“I won’t give you any money, you can’t kill me like you did him.” she declared, calmly.

“He.... Assssked.” The voice slithered.

She blinked, and took another look at the man, she had seen the life taken from him in a way that seemed so... so similar. Then she remembered, through the confusion of her thoughts, “You are from the Pale Moors, aren’t you?”

“I am from here, I am always where I stand, and those who fall, ask me to live so that others too, can have their choice,” the figure’s words hissed at the end.

“You take the whims of cowards and call it granting their wish. I should kill you, for their lack of judgement. And to make sure what I just witnessed never happens again.” Christa pulled out her sniper, and loaded one in its chamber.

“You cannot kill the choice, I just make it easier for them.” the mysterious voice whispered.

“Living isn’t supposed to be easy,” Christa brandished her teeth.

“Living as a slave without those they love is impossible for some people. I give them rest. I give them the ending they seek,” Christa looked down at the coffin-less ending while the voice continued, festering with tranquil hatred, “I am the Story Master. You cannot kill me, I was created by them.”

Then the dark figure’s cloak was gusted by wind and Christa fired as it charged at her. Suddenly she was tangled in it, every second she struggled as she fought the dark cloth, expecting too soon, to feel the cold glint of the scythe on her neck. She dropped her sniper and pulled the fabric away from her face, only to find it was empty. A laughter filled the fog followed by the words: “I am the wind.”

The cat girl looked back as she walked out of the Ninja Village. Her new friends were little specks in the distance mixed in the crowd now. She hoped that would become strong and that they would soon meet again. Amber followed the trial of dirt that led them here to Mokugakure. The river ran peacefully by to her right, sometimes splashing slightly at her as the water hit the bank. Though she had been raised out in the woods, they weren't as calm on the outside as they were back home. It was warm here and the birds chirped their little songs. Looking past the skeletons and orcs she had fought to get to the ninja’s hidden village, this verse was very liveable. Although, that might be a quick judgement for a newcomer of the verse.

An hour past peacefully, nothing had attacked her thankfully. She decided to take a break from walking. She never took the time to admire the scenery around her here in the Omniverse. Most of it from the being seemed more like hell on earth. This was by far the best world she had been to yet. Though the Frozen Fields will always be her home. The cat girl swiped her dark brown hair out of her face and looked up into the trees. A squirrel sat on a branch with what seemed like a nut or an acorn probably. Too hard to tell from this distance.

She came back to her senses when she felt the stomping of something rather large approaching her direction. She quickly stood and drew Razorback from it's sheathe. It could be more of those damned skeletons.

The group of shadows down the trail were large, so it couldn't be more skeletons. In fact, they were a group of the orcs that had attacked her earlier in the day. About five of them, bigger than the ones from earlier. “Of course they came to get revenge.” Amber sighed as Razorback’s gears hummed loudly, switching to rifle mode.

“Der! Chief dats one-a dem girls dat took down our ‘ole group!” One of the orcs yelled out pointing his finger to the cat woman. He looked pretty beat up with deep wounds horribly bandaged. If he were to take the gauze off his organs might fall out. The one he was speaking to wore something on his head, like a crown made of rocks and wood. It seemed to be pieced together with hardened mud.

“Well den is only polite dat we show ‘er what a eye fer a eye mean, eh? Git ‘er boys!” The bigger orcs raised their weapons in unison and, with a loud battle crying roar, charged towards Amber with vicious intent. The cat girl kept her cool. No back up this time, so no screw ups. She fired shots into the small party of orcs. The bullets hit, but they looked much tougher than they appeared. The rounds hardly pierced their green skin. Quickly, pressed the mode change button on her rifle, switching Razorback to it's zweihander form. The leader of the pack brought his makeshift club over Amber’s head. The trained huntress reflected it to the side with a parry by sweeping her sword over it. She followed up quickly with a kick to the abdomen, sending the orc tumbling back onto another one. The next one came, an axe in hand. He swung horizontally into Amber, learning from the mistake of his friend. Unfortunately, his axe was stopped by Razorback. The orc was more surprised than anything.

“Little girl very strong.” He said with his jaw hanging out. Amber balled up a fist and shot it towards that jaw. Teeth flew from his maw as he fell back, knocked out cold. Only two orcs stood now, the chief and the injured orc. The chief panicked and took off in the opposite direction.

“Retreat!” He yelled loudly as the two stumbled and followed his lead. The injured one also followed suit, but was too injured to get away. He fell to the ground in pain as blood dripped through his bandages. Amber approached the helpless sod and knelt down to him, placing Razoback’s blade at his throat. 

“Shall I end your suffering now?” She said quietly to him. “The pain can go away with a quick slash.”

“The chief will find you again, girlie. He’ll fix you up right good.” Amber stomped on the end of the blade, pressing the tip into the dirt.

“I'm always ready to draw blood.” She responded taking her other foot and stomping the hilt down. The blade traveled down and split his head from his torso like a guillotine. Blood spewed from the opening in his neck on both sides. Amber stepped down off of her swords blunt side and picked up. A few loose swing cleaned most of the blood from the blade. She returned it to it’s holster and continued down the path to the gate.

As she came nearer to the gate, the area looked scorched and burned, like a forest fire had happened just recently. How she didn't see this when she first entered, she would never know. The trees were scorched at the bark and most their leaves had been turned to nothing but ash on the ground. Amber wasn’t totally surprised with the devastation, but it was still depressing.

“I wonder who did this. Probably those damn orcs, this seems up their ally.” Amber said to herself. An older voice rose from behind her, a woman.

 “Actually it was from the Blight the ravaged the Tangled Green.” She said as the cat girl quickly twirled around to view her. She was wearing some kind of robe, like she was a witch or something and her skin was slightly pale. She looked old, easily noticeable by the wrinkles and grayed hair.

“The Blight?” Amber questioned, looking at this creepy old woman oddly.

“Yes, the Blight. Horrifying Darkspawn ravaged the land of the Tangled Green, scarring the world with their taint as they destroyed much of the forest. I am one of the few people who have been attempting to reclaim the land, and return it to once beautiful beginning.” She answered, swinging her wrinkly hands around as she explained. “Efforts are slow, but I am making progress, you see! I am making a special kind of fertilizer that may be able to return the soil to it’s old fertile self again.”

“That sounds great.” Amber replied, “hopefully the fertilizer works. The forest is quiet amazing beyond this area.”

“Well, it would go much smoother, but I seem to be missing an ingredient to complete it. It's not a rare material but I will need quite a few of them.” She said looking at her old and worn down body. “It's just that these old bones have seen some mileage. With the orcs wandering around this area, it’s dangerous to go hunting for what I need.”

“I can do it for you. What item are you looking for?” Amber said, eager to finally do something to help.

The old witch chuckled. “I couldn't possibly ask you to help me dearie. This isn't your problem.”

“It is now because I have made it my problem ma’am. Please allow me to help you.” Amber pleaded.

“Well,” she scratched her head and dug out a piece of paper. It marked the materials she needed to make the fertilizer, with many of them already marked out. “If you truly insist, I need acorns. As many as you can collect.”

Amber was a bit shocked about the mundane item she needed. Well, every blade needs steel and every gun needs bullets. It makes sense. “Alright, that’s easy enough.” She said with a smirk.

The old woman smiled at the youth as she replaced the slip of paper. “Wonderful! I will await you here once you have collected what I need. Take this bag to carry them in.” Melody hand Amber a threaded bag with drawstring at the top to seal the contents. It was well made but slightly in disrepair. Dirt marked the bag with a few small holes that poke through the threads.

“Alright, don't worry, I'll get you your acorns.” She said taking off down the trail she came through.

“Please do be careful! Those orcs are still around!” The old witch yelled out to Amber she disappeared into the trees, determined to complete this menial task no matter how unimportant it might be.

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Hello all of my beautiful people!

So. My sketchbook thread is getting hella cluttered for my tastes at the moment, so I've decided that I would move all of my lovely signature related stuff over to a new thread, so I can keep my original/personal art separate from things I make for the site, such as avatars, signatures and event banners... Yanno, all that lovely shit.


This being said, I thought it'd be nice of me to reopen signature requests, since I'm trying to practice making animated signatures, avatars and event/saga banners.

So, this being said, I don't really want to have to hand-draw anything for these, purely photo manipulations please!

Your Name: Your account name, or whichever account you want the request given to
You Want: Pick; Avatar, Signature, or Banner
Style: Glitch, flicker, ect
Quote: Want any text? Try to keep it under 75 characters.
Render(s): Renders are pictures with transparent backgrounds. I don't really want to have to go in and erase a background by hand, so renders are a great help and will allow a faster completion of your request.

Something felt off as they took those first steps towards the portal to the Dunes. Dave could feel it like the wavering of the Alpha timeline. Something was up, and he could see it form with each step, starting to get out of rhythm with the others, falling back. He hesitated for a moment before picking his pace up to a brisk walk, trying to catch up, until it all seemed to freeze in front of him. He could see their faces for a moment. John's innocent smile as he tried to make conversation with the weird dragon plated armor dude, the construction dude and that wrench he carries around. It all froze in place for a moment as Dave stared, that is, until a huge rush of time went past him like some fucked up mixtape, leaving him stumbling for balance.

It was almost as if he was falling through time, trying to find his footing somewhere in the future, until finally he landed, seemingly with both feet, glancing around him, seeing that the others were already gone. The Knight of Time adjusted his shades as he stood his ground, looking around at the barren landscape.

"Well this shit ios getting fucked up really fast."

He muttered under his breath as he stared off into the distance, scanning all of the passing Primes at the fountain. None of them were people he recognized. With his hands in his pockets and a slouch in his form, he decided to trudge along, back to the fountain. He didn't feel like going assfirst into one of these portals by himself. Fuck that noise, thats how you end up with a puppet sniffing your ass. The young blonde strolled by the fountain he found himself next to when he first appears, this time it looking different, a lot more elegant and this time no clocks. Everything seemed to change so quickly around here. 

With his sarcastic facial expression of real boredom, he touched he water, seeing the ripples flow outward, bouncing around the edges. They seemed to ripple infinitely, and Dave could not help but grab a Timetable and repeat his action as he strolled along the edge, watching the small waves hit each other and clash, as if a huge battle, before suddenly they all dissipated, well all but one. One that seemed so odd and alone as it fell as disappeared into the direction of one of the portals. 

The Knight started into the direction, wiping his wet fingers on his dark poants as he retreated them back to his pockets, giving a bit of a "hmph"" as he decided to head down that way. He glanced at any new arrivals, wondering if they might want to join him. Yeah it might be crazy to go one way because some shitty fountain had some chance water that pointed there, but Dave wasn't one to just throw too much off into the wind, not after SBURB. 

With a shrug of his shoulders, he decided that maybe hit wouldn't be so bad just jumping into one of the gates, the rest of these assholes seemed top be dong just fine. Plus, looking at the dataverse, nothing seemed to be an immediate danger to him, so long as he kept his head low. As he looked online and tried a bit of checking to see what gate he was heading to, he couldn't help but smirk. The Ashen Steppes. Looks like he couldn't help but try to find someplace familiar. Lets see if it really is like his land back in Skaia.

Uhm yeah, so for my Alt and Hub, can you delete those, I am too busy to be running two characters at the same time, and so with out the Alt there is no need for my hub (which I don't use much anyways), so yeah, sorry to those who were looking forward to some of the adventures of my alt.

Anders arrival was a bit unceremonious to say the least , there was no music or fanfare . There were no adoring fans to scream his name , or to boo him out of the building . His short spiky black hair pinned back so he could take in the terrain around him , it was largely an acrid wasteland . A volcano in the visible distance , he took his first few steps into the new area shaking a thought away . This was hardly an ideal space for him , but it would suit for his first venue , it mattered not to him . His eyes scanning about to see if anyone else was around .

http://www.casualvillain.com/Unsounded/c...01_01.html

HOW CAN IT BE SO FUCKING GOOOODD??

It is seriously one of the greatest pieces of fiction I've ever consumed.