It was a cheerful day in Mokugakure. Clear skies for miles, temperatures were perfect. For some, this was a day for recreation and fun, for others it was a time to get work done. Either way, it as a productive day.

And then there was Guu.

She kind of showed up at the front gate that day out of nowhere. No one saw her coming, she just kind of appeared, requesting to meet with Tsunade.

Guu was rarely a pleasant presence, but today it was almost like a dark cloud was hanging over her head. People who were empathetic enough would feel a shiver down their spines as she walked by.

With the front desk lady’s word, she traversed the long spiraling staircase, her mind too full of thoughts to process the magnificent view that unfolded just outside the tree. She briskly walked through the large ornate door that closed off the portal to Tsunade’s office.

The woman sat at her desk, etching a few last notes on a documents she was filling out. She looked just as Guu saw her last: blonde hair, brown eyes, a body way younger than her mind. It had been forever since she last stood in this office. As a woman also beyond in her years, Guu felt a sense camaraderie with the ninja leader the last time they met, but she wasn’t in the mood for friendship right now.

 The sophisticated seemingly young woman rested her pen in it’s perforation in the wood and tilted up to view the pink visitor.

“Hello again Guu!” She said pleasantly. “You’ve been missing for so long, I wasn’t sure if I had to arrange a search party, or possibly a hunting party!”

But as the enigma approached, the ninja leader’s smile faded. While Guu’s face always remained neutral, Tsunade could read so much emotion from those eyes, it was how she learned that Guu was older than she presented herself. However, this time, there was just, emptiness, and just a hint of despair behind those eyes. For the first time since they’ve first met, Guu managed to unsettle her a just little bit.

“Is something wrong?” She said, uncertain if she should be empathetic or freaked out by the situation.

Guu swiveled her cold dead eyes up to Tsunade and she felt a shiver down her spine. It was like the gaze of the ancient ones had landed upon her from whatever wicked cul de sac of the galaxy they occupied.

“Did you hear what happened?” Guu said, her voice as dead as ever. At least this was something that didn’t change from last time.

“Only rumors.” She said, trying desperately to keep eye contact with the thing occupying the space in front of her.

“Some of it’s true, some of it’s exaggerated.” She said. “I guess it doesn’t matter at this point.”

Guu suddenly plunged her entire hand down her throat. A second or two of feeling around and she pulls it out again. Clutched in her hand was the Yellow Star Piece. She plunked it gently on the desk in front of her.

“The Star Piece has always been yours.” She said robotically, as if she had been rehearsing the words all day. “It is no long safe with me. You’ll have to find someone else to guard it. I’m sorry. I hope this doesn’t hurt relations with Ambrosia.”

“Oh, well, it’s okay.” She said, after this conversation, this move comes off as an oddly wise decision considering Guu’s apparent state of mind.

With Tsunade’s assurance, the princess, without a single emotional cue, turned and started to head for the door.

“There’s something I need to do.” She said, her voice grim.

The ninja leader started to get a dark feeling. It was different from the shiver she received prior. This one had a bit more finality to it.

“Your people need you,” Tsunade said, uncertain of her words, “you do know that, right?”

Guu froze in place, her hand on the door nob.

She simply gave off a big sigh, and spoke one final time.

“They haven’t needed me in a long time.”

And with that, she swung open the door and made her way downstairs, leaving Tsunade with her thoughts.

He was taking a shower feeling a lot better then last night being a guest to a place of vampires had it benefits after all. Still, Tyson was trying to remember what happened last night those two ladies show him passion like never before. As dangerous as that was the demon would love to experience that again then it begs the question if he should actually do it and become like them a vampire. This was a lot to take in if he does this then maybe he'll need to provide an environment better suited for Lilith and her family though this temple was alright. But their could be room for improvement making a new place for vampires so to speak to build something of an empire for vampires in Camelot. Enjoying the hot waters of the shower, Tyson was relaxing for a bit but his brain was on fire what exactly happened last night. Surveying his neck and arms seeing a lot of puncture marks they must've have some a good time with him draining much of his stamina. Getting the soap started to lavender up his body for a while then letting the hot water clean off his body washing it. "They did a number on me.....Holy....No fucking way shouldn't even say that. Ohhhh shit, How did Lady Luck shine her magic stick on me. But now the other daughter loves me now. How did I pull that off? I will love them both no matter what." He thought.

The demon was washing his hair with some form of shampoo getting it clean thinking of his demon white hair. In the beginning, Tyson's hair was bleached light yellow really the demon didn't even care about his hair. Satan gave him a second chance at revenge for his soul allowing him to exact vengeance upon the people who wrong him. With his body clean, Tyson started remembering a bit about his past human life the day he died that was tragedy. He was getting beaten horribly by some gang members then with  then beaten savagely baseball bats while some gang harlots has his girlfriend hostage. Tyrone had found his girlfriend's father didn't want him around her because from some secret past that nobody knew about. Tyson was trying the remembering why his girlfriend's father did all that the demon thought the bastard asshole was sneaky but why. .Bribing cops, paying lawyers for criminal defenses just slime, Tyrone discover this after his friend was arrested under false charges. 

Enough was enough, Tyrone had to which the human was collecting enough evidence for the district attorney. Monday June 11, Tyrone told the DA everything about the slime ball father about the corruption scandal the meeting was set for tomorrow. On Monday night, Tyrone took his girlfriend out on a lovely date and someone arrange a hit on him. 

The order was given to kill Tyrone Williams before he tells the DA everything tomorrow. 

Returning from a restaurant, Tyrone was showing his girlfriend a good time then it happened. Some gang jumped him from behind started beating on him violently. Some gang harlots grabbed his girlfriend restraining her while some fucking dude started raping her. Tyrone couldn't do anything about then the baseball bats showed up and they started bashing him down. So many times....He was almost beaten to a pulp then the gang leader had his fun with the girlfriend. Approach Tyson picking up the metal baseball putting it as Tyrone's throat...he was a unconsciousness then slowly with one functioning eye. He looked at the bastard fucking leader as the gang leader was smiling but got serious "Awww, Look at this Mr. Hero trying to do the right thing. This is what happens when someone gets into someone's personal business. You're screwed up my criminal empire muthafucker. Her dad was my partner.....You think your heroics we're to going to end everything. It may be the case but you won't live to see it. Look...at this a wedding ring.....Love at first sight and she was good piece of ass too. Don't worry me and my girls we'll take good care of her. I promise you that....Goodbye hero....BOYS TAKE CARE OF HIM" The gang leader said.

His throat was bashed the beaten dude couldn't even speak

Tyrone thought "If Satan gives me one chance....I'll serve him just for one opportunity to make each and every one of you fuckers suffer". 

He was two gang members pointing their bats at him and violently attacked killing the poor guy. The girlfriend was screaming and crying over what happened as the gang took her. Tyson remembered what happened next....

Tyrone was dead but his soul departed for Hell, He didn't know why maybe from his criminal past by he tried to life a good life though. Maybe it was good enough, Tyrone was in Hell. After months of torture, Satan gave him the opportunity for revenge granting him a new demonic body the new demon gave his servitude and loyalty to the dark lord. The deal was the new demon was given seven days back on Earth for his revenge after the seventh night. He would return back home where he belongs.....Tyrone accepted. But he was no longer of the human choosing the name, Tyson Renegade.

Seven days for revenge, Tyson began hunting down each and every member of the bastard's gang. One by one they felt and we're killed by him exacting his revenge. 

Nothing but rage and damnation fill his heart killing members of that gang but finding tragedy along the way. That Friday, Tyson found what happened to his girlfriend they killed her that only put gasoline to his fire burning bright and unholy. He had the opportunity to say goodbye to his family they shouldn't even know what happened to was too painful. Having just one hour of grieving was enough even if he showed up to his house. The thought of facing his father would be just awful the respected pastor of a great church having his precious son working for the devil. They would kick his ass out of the house for that one hour....Tyson was crying having to give up seeing that one hour would be his goodbye. "I'm sorry.....I have my own path to follow. Father, I don't deserve your forgiveness at all. You would never forgive me for what I've chose to be. It best that you never know what happened to me now. By my departure....My only wish is for your family to heal and forgive me and now you must forget me. Farewell Williams family....and also farewell to you Tyrone Williams. I'm the future of you now. YOUR ENEMIES WILL PAY" He said quietly.

The hour was over, Tyson wiped his tears and started unleashing his anger just looking at his house one last time. Before walking away forever. Unknown to him, Misa Harribel one of his closest friends was coming back from the store then she drops his beverage as her was pounding greatly. "What is this? How are you even standing. God, Please tell me this is a dream. Tyrone??? Ohmigod is that you???" Misa thought. Her best friend was alive? But the funeral...How was this even possible? It looked at him but it wasn't she thought it was a dream as demon jumped away. He had some major vermin to kill....

Hunting down and killing the remaining members was getting difficult....He wanted to make them suffer in the worse way.

Then finally a few murders and deaths spread like wildfire the people we're wondering what was going on. The police wanted answers these gang members we're dying most viciously wondering what who could be responsible for these crimes. A woman detective started an investigation leading her to an unbelievable truth either a dark vigilante was involved or someone in the community wanted revenge for what this gang had done. Tyson had killed had killed all of the gang members in evil ways leaving the gang leader all alone revenge was so sweet that night "Vengeance and the revenge is mine" He said. The gang leader dropped his gun looking at the demon's face it was possible the creep was peeing in his pants wondering how this guy was alive. Tyson enjoyed it the fear coming him this was almost nourishing to his entire body wanting to tear his asshole apart. But then again the demon thought something else should be in store but killing right now will be for nothing the demon wanted make this moment last forever. So when the gang leader he'll be waiting for him In Hell "Seven days, He gave me seven days...I used them to kill your friends but judging by fear and your reaction you already know why I did it. Payback is a BITCH isn't it? My girlfriend didn't deserve what you did to her making her pregnant with your filth. But where your going we can always continue that conservation with some torturing by me."

Tyson grabbed the baseball bat from the gang leader's belt thinking this isn't the thing that killed him. But it should do ripping out his spinal cord would be better but now it was his turn to do the bash. "See you in Hell, Fucker but don't worry....I'LL FIND YOU WHEN YOU GET THERE" He tightens about to exact revenge raising the bat up until....

"TYRONE, STOP!!!" Misa yelled.

He was about to kill the bastard but the demon stops "WHO DARES it looks someone doesn't wan.....oh no!" it couldn't be what the fuck was she doing here. He thought his best friend from elementary all the way to high school, Misa someone he considered a friend was here. The demon shakes getting ready to strike again this time and she yells again for him to stop.

"You're my best friend....Please don't do this. Michael cried at your funeral. But this isn't the answer killing him won't solve anything. This isn't you. He'll go to trial for his crimes. Please don't this" Misa said while crying. 

Tyson was ready to kill the sonuvabitch until his human friend stops him not now not after the demon had lost everything. Why this judgement restorer had to show up she doesn't know the person he loved was gone. The pain over what happened she couldn't even the baby she was a reminder of that pain which was why she took her own life. Tyson lowered his striking weapon looking at Misa in anger. "Stay out of this....You're friend is gone. But his last wishes when creating me was to send this asshole to hell...RIGHT NOW". He was about to kill the bastard again then sometimes happened which makes him stop yet again, Misa gets in the way of the attack.

"You're going to have to kill me. Then I'll know you're not him but you are. You chosen a dark path for your life even though people are cruel and hurt you in ways you can't even think of. This isn't the answer though it may seemed it will bring Alice back. I know you're in pain, I loved Alice too but violence and death isn't solutions but methods of pain. If you must kill him well kill me too.....Because I don't know If I'll ever if my soul will forgive you because you know Alice wouldn't have want this" Misa said. 

The demon was growling but then maybe something came into fruition she was right, Alice was a kind woman she wouldn't have. He drops the baseball bat clenching and started growling just then grabbing Misa by her shirt and bra. As blood tears was flowing "WHY, WHY, WHY....WHY DO YOU CARE? I died Misa.....Even though I've done terrible things my path was set for me. Then thankfully I tried lived a peaceful life with Alice and my friends. THAT IS ALL GONE NOW MY SOUL IS GONE. WHY DO YOU CARE FOR SOMEONE WHO IN GREAT PAIN AND HAS THE OPPORTUNITY TO EXACT DEATH UPON THE PERSON RESPONSIBLE" He yelled. 

Misa grabbed his clawed hand putting it to her face as the demon was in shock. "Because you taught me vengeance doesn't solve anything when bullies started harassing me in high school. Tyrone James Williams would be always be there to set me onto the right path because you'll always and forever be my friend." Tyson couldn't believe this why now but this was his friend months in hell under torture and pain still his friend still thinks of him. He finally breaks down as she go to her and she hugged him. "I've......only one more day before I'm sent back.....Forgive me and.....Thank you Misa. I'm so sorry...." Misa was gently calming him "Shhhh...Even if it is for a little while let me enjoy this moment with you quietly..No matters what happen you'll always be my friend"

The memory fades, Tyson thought the demon let him go.....he doesn't remember anything else after. It been eleven minutes being in the shower it like a river of pain being washed off. 

He could finally let the past go, Tyson pulls the shower curtain about to get out then being shocked again. Ashara was there in her a bath towel as she looked with soft and caring eyes wondering about she hugged him while being somewhat half naked. She was crying, Tyson was wondering why as she looked at him raising "I had no idea you suffer that much......Please, I never thought to be in love in someone new. Such pain and loss I felt it a little of what you experienced. My sister loves you and......I love you. Do you love us like you loved her?" Ashara said passionately.

He thought of Alice for a second.....Tyrone was gone. Tyson had a second chance looking at Ashara "Ashara, I love you and your sister that is never ever going to change. You two healed something I thought was gone forever the meaning to care for someone. But in this case.....Two people, I cherish you both because you and Akasha are more important to me then anything else. Ashara....You consume my heart with every thought our love. Yet I want consumed more by you. Let our dreams may keep us warm from my true intentions. But one kiss from you makes me desire to live and fight for you forever more. Ashara.....I love you and your sister. Didn't last night prove I'm devoted into protecting you, Akasha and your family?" He said.

As Cirno walked through the Camelot portal she chuckled as she was going to watch DA and enjoy it. "Hopefully Clownpiece or Yuuka wins." She took to the skies flying to the shrine to just let Reimu and the others if they want. The sun was about midday as she landed on the wooden deck of the shrine. A thought came to her mind as she had never actually heard Reimu give the god's name. "Wouldn't or shouldn't she know who the god or goddess is? Like I'm fairly sure that is a major deal." To be honest she was fairly sure she hadn't even heard the name from anyone bringing her suspicions to the forefront of her worries.

After a few minutes of sitting and thinking she pulled her table out and started to look at the roster and sees a few familiar names. "Marisa Kirisame? is this the same person?" She started to look for anything else on them and saw a picture of the golden haired magic user. "Well that clears stuff up I guess... But Eternity larva?"

Soon after Reimu walked out and sat down next to the fairy with a cup of tea and started to sip the liquid.

CHARACTER NAME: Talos Quinn

CHARACTER SOURCE: Original

CHARACTER HISTORY:

Talos Quinn was a moralistic academic from Gregorian England who was magically transformed into a horrible, vampiric monster because he wrote pretty poetry. He has spent the last three centuries making the best of this situation.

His given name was Gregory Bowen and he was born in 1723. He has a lovely childhood and grew up to become a professor at Oxford and was very active in campaign in England at the time to abolish the slave trade. He occasionally wrote under the pen name Talos Quinn, 'Talos' being a reference to the bronze giant of greek legend, and intended as a metaphor for hope, protection of those in needs, and a funny contrast to Gregory himself, who was slender and delicate.

Gregory was turned into a Nosferatu, which is a kind of vampire, by a man-creature named Noranc, who took him mostly to spite a woman named Annette, who wanted to turn him into a Malkavian vampire like her, because she liked his poetry. Nosferatu vampires are cursed to become hideously deformed when they are made immortal, and Gregory was transformed into a quadrupedal, hairless beast with claws and a crushed, bat-like face. Gregory took this rather poorly, and proceeded to have a rather rough time of it for the next decade or so. He really didn't like being a vampire--on top of the whole becoming-a-horrible-monster thing, he was uncomfortable drinking blood, and was sort of naturally a softhearted sweetheart, which didn't go over well with his new peer group. He also wasn't any good at any of the things Nosferatu vampires were supposed to do, like live in the sewers and talk to animals. He changed his name to Talos Quinn because there was a tradition of vampire taking new names when they died, and it was the only name he could think of on short notice and under stress.

He was eventually rescued by a French vampire named Charlotte duSable, who also liked his poetry. She let him live in her manor in France and acted as his sponsor/mentor and rebuilt his shattered sense of self-worth and security while enjoying and distributing his writing. Talos learned to use his magical vampire power to make himself look like a human. He learned to walk on his hind legs, and used a cane to balance. He started socializing with normal humans again.

A few years after Talos moved to France to stay with Charlotte, the French Revolution happened. Talos was extensively employed in smuggling works of art and books out of rich households that were going to be sacked by peasantry. He continued to work to abolish the slave trade in England and eventually the colonies, mostly through writing letters and pamphlets now.

In 1810 he left Charlotte for a time to travel to Berlin to investigate the University of Berlin, the world's first research university, which had just been founded. In 1851 Talos returned to London for some Victorian England shenanigans. He eventually took to traveling constantly. He visited Israel and Cairo to participate in research projects. In 1876, Charlotte sent him to America to investigate the 'telephone' technology being developed. Talos stayed in the USA for a few years with the primary goal of meeting and asking Mark Twain a lot of questions. He succeeded in this.

Talos spent World War 1 in France, being nervous and writing angrily about the militarism of the country at the time. He visited Versailles for the treaty.

Talos spent World War 2 in Poland, for the most part, with a group of other idealistic vampires, rescuing people from concentration camps. Talos spent a great deal of time pretending to be a Nazi officer. It was hellish.

After the wars, Talos retreated to America. He spent a decade in New Orleans, visited Rio de Janerio in Brazil, and then spent the 60s in Berkley, California. He made a few friends, but remembers little about the culture since he was high on drugs for most of the decade. He attended Woodstock. He retreated back to Europe in 1972 to continue his life of erratic travel and academic consulting.

In December of 2009 he was in a museum in Switzerland, going over a manuscript that had been mislabeled such that the museum couldn't determine what dig site it came from. He turns a page and found the void. And it rose from the paper and consumed him.



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

In his natural form, is a quadrupedal, hairless beast with claws and a bat-like face. His skin is albino white and his eyes are large and pure black. He stands at an unsteady 7'1" when he rears up on his hind legs, and he is spindly as heck. He has huge ears that are quite sensitive and expressive. He is usually dressed in carefully tailored tweed suits.

Talos is very self-conscious about how monstrous he looks, so spends most of his time shape-shifted to look like a human man. Tall, thin and the sort of faint pale you get when you spend too much time inside reading. He appears to be somewhere in his late forties. He has delicate features, slender hands, and startlingly blond hair that is traced with gray. He still wears tweed suits.



STATS:
ATK: 1
DEF: 1
SPD: 5
TEC: 3

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:
None

STARTING POWERS:
Shapeshifting – 1400 OM
Stealth – 1200 OM
Survival – 2000 OM

STARTING MOVES:
None

TOTAL OM SPENT: 4600

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Where did you find us?
Referred by a friend!

Character name:Harry Potter

Character source: The Harry Potter Franchise and related sources

Character history:

Harry James Potter, sometimes called The Boy Who Lived, is a near-messianic figure to a secret society of magic users. He is famous among the wizarding community for twice killing the Dark Wizard known as Voldemort, and, some say, for saving all of magical Britain. When Harry first killed Voldemort, he was a one-year-old infant. Although Voldemort killed Harry's parents that night, Voldemort's curse on Harry rebounded and killed Voldemort instead. Sixteen years later, Harry Potter dueled and killed Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts. He is a graduate of Gryffindor House at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, he was the Seeker and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, the 125th Champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, and leader of the resistance group Dumbledore's Army. He vanished at some point in the year 2000, two years after the final defeat of Voldemort, and neither the public nor his close friends and family members know where he is now. But these are all things you can learn from the back of a chocolate frog card.

Harry James Potter is a deeply troubled young man who, due to his bravery and compassion, has already overcome adversities most people will never have to experience in their lifetime. At the time of his abduction into the Omniverse, at age twenty, Harry Potter has already reached a satisfying catharsis to his ongoing battle with Lord Voldemort, and is starting to build the family he never had with his high-school sweetheart Ginny Weasly. Harry Potter is not the shy orphan he was when he walked into Hogwarts at age ten, or the fiery rebel he was when he defied the Ministry of Magic at age fifteen, or even the relentless crusader of righteousness he was when he fulfilled his destiny and defeated Lord Voldemort for good at age seventeen. THIS Harry James Potter is a little more mature, a little less adventurous, and a little more confident in who he is.

Physical Description:

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

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Attack Proficiency (1000) Ranged Attack Proficiency (1000) Remote Control Proficiency (600) Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600)

Starting Powers: Advanced Telekinesis (1000)

Starting Moves: Stunning Spell (300) Stunning Attack (300) Shield Charm (600) Incendio Punch (600)

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Where did you find us? HI IT'S ME LUCI HI!


Stunning Spell (300) Requires Ranged Proficiency- This spell requires that Harry aim his wand, or his hand, and perform the incantation 'Stupefy', a process which takes three seconds, after which a bullet-sized projectile of red light shoots from the tip of his wand towards where he aims. It moves at about the speed of an arrow. If the projectile hits its intended target, the target is hit with a kind of magical blunt-force-trauma that doesn't leave any recognizable marks. This spell can be cast three times in a ten second period. It has a range of about 100 feet.


Stunning Attack (300) Requirements- Physical Attack Proficiency

When Harry punches, kicks, or otherwise physically attacks an opponent, he channels his magic into every strike. This magic is represented by a bright red aura coming from his fist (or whatever limb he is using to attack). This aura hovers about an inch from Harry’s hands (or whatever limb he is using to attack). This aura delivers a concussive force on contact. Harry knows this move so well that he uses it almost instinctual; it takes him less than a second to activate it.

This move is only not very draining to Harry, and he uses it basically any time he performs hand-to-hand combat.


Shield Charm (600) Requirements- Physical Strength

Harry's primary means of active defense. Harry knows this spell so well that he uses it non-verbally, without a wand, and almost instinctual; it takes him less than a second to activate it. Harry creates an invisible shield of magical force about one foot in diameter directly in front of one of his hands. This shield is roughly the shape of a half sphere. He can maintain this shield for up to 1 second at a time, and can use it an unlimited number of times per day.

This shield make fail or break if trying to defend against a stronger attack.

This spell is not very draining, and he uses it basically any time he performs hand-to-hand combat.

The second use of this move is a larger shield (three feet in diameter) that Harry can hold up to five seconds. This version of the spell is moderately draining to Harry, and he can only use it once every few minutes.



Incendio Punch (600) TIER-1 OFFENSIVE SUPERMOVE -Requirements- Physical Strength

Harry vocalizes the incantation 'Incendio', igniting his right hand with magical fire as he channels the spell into his fist. He then delivers an overhand right  punch to a single opponent. If he connects with the punch, he releases the magical energy of the spell into whatever he hit, delivering a blast of magical concussive force and searing magical fire.

This is a Supermove, and as such, passes through non-supermove defenses like shields. This move is discharged on contact; Harry must channel the move each turn or loose it's effect; he may only channel this move up to three turns. The exception to this would be an evasive-type defensive supermove; if a character uses an evasive supermove against Incendio Punch, Harry would discharge the spell early into nothingness as his attack misses.

This move is heavily draining, and that drain is represented by the cost of 1 SP.

OM available: 6725.17
OM used: 6000.00

A sharp tugging sensation in his navel pulled Remy through a whirlwind of light and color, the howling rush of air filling his ears.  When his feet met solid ground again on the other side of the portal he dropped to one knee, his mind reeling.  Hot bile rose in his throat.  He fought the urge to spill his guts onto the smooth stone platform to which they’d been transported.

“You all right there, monsignor?” Peter asked with a trace of smug satisfaction.  He seemed unaffected by the trip through the portal.

“Plus ou moins,” Remy replied, standing.  “And monsignor is Ital—”  His response cut short, Remy’s eyes popped wide when he saw the vast cityscape sprawling out before them.  Skyscrapers of gleaming metal rose impossibly high, the upper floors lost in a swirl of clouds.  Drenched in neon, the immaculate streets and intricate web of glass-bottomed skywalks connecting each building hummed with activity, a thousand thousand people scurrying to and fro with the ingrained urgency of life in a thriving metropolis.  Not all of them human, Remy noted.  And amidst it all, vehicles not unlike the cars of Earth cruised through the air overhead.

“Wait, so you’re not Italian?” Peter quipped. 

If Remy registered the comment, he gave no outward indication.  “What is this place?”

“Nothing special.”  Peter clearly seemed to be reveling in his moment of superiority.  “Doesn’t even look like they have space travel.”

Already, Remy grew tired of his companion’s constant irreverence.  What world did he come from where whisking through interdimensional portals and witnessing a vast megalopolis left him completely unphased?  Certainly not the same Earth that Remy knew.  Still, he recognized the value of an ally in the face of such immense uncertainty, so he held his tongue.

“What do ya say to a drink, mon homme?” Remy asked, reclaiming a shred of his composure.

Peter smirked.  “Now you’re speaking my language.”

Remy ignored the barb.  Still marveling at the elaborate architecture of the city, he fell into step beside Peter, moving away from the gate.  It didn’t take long for sweat to appear on his palms.  A seasoned thief, accustomed to looking over his shoulder and identifying trouble before it appeared, Remy sensed the nature of Coruscant before noticing it consciously.  Across the road, a group of six soldiers wearing the same armor as those they had encountered at the gate.  Ahead of them, sticking out of the crowd, two more white helmets.  And on every street corner, peering down at them from surreptitious perches, cameras emblazoned with a geometric crest—the Empire, presumably—panned back and forth, lens shutters irising as they sought to identify anyone out of place.

A shudder made its way down Remy’s spine.  The soldiers reminded him of the mutant hunters of Earth, soldiers and mercenaries tasked with rounding up Remy’s kind and locking them away.  He wondered if the Empire shared the same proclivity when it came to Primes.  

“Eyes everywhere,” Remy murmured, clapping a hand on Peter’s shoulder.  “Don’t look.  Cameras on dat signpost, in front of dat restaurant, and between the bushes on dat terrace.  Soldiers… well, soldiers everywhere, comme il s'avère.”

“Probably heard Star-Lord was in town.”  Peter ignored Remy’s warning, locking his gaze onto each camera in turn.  When he noticed the third, he flashed it a lewd gesture.  “I’m kind of a big deal.”

Remy groaned.  “Are you always dis oblivious?”

“Only when I’m thirsty,” Peter replied.  “How ‘bout that place?”  He pointed to the same terrace from where the hidden camera surveyed the street below.  Looking more closely, Remy noticed a waiter in a tuxedo carrying a tray of drinks.

“We might be a little… under-dressed, mon homme,” Remy chuckled.

Peter seemed to agree.  “Okay, not that place.”  He looked around again.  “Looks like we’ll be under-dressed no matter where we go.”

“Some outside help, then?” Remy suggested.  At street level, yellow cars zipped past a few feet off the ground.  On some, a beacon affixed to the roof flashed ‘VACANT’ in glowing letters.  Future city or not, Remy knew a cab when he saw one.  He jutted a hand out into the street, and a moment later one of the sleek vehicles whirred to a halt in front of them.  The passenger side window shot down and a bizarre creature poked his head forward to greet them.  Blue-skinned, with two foot-long horns jutting from atop its skull and two tentacle-like appendages, beginning where his ears should have been and drooping down over his shoulders, the alien cab driver affixed them in turn with a piercing ice-blue gaze.

“Where can I take ya, friends?” he rasped, in a voice not unlike boots stomping on gravel. 

Unphased as usual, Peter stepped forward.  “Star-Lord,” he said, by way of introduction.  “My friend and I are new here.  We’re looking for a place to grab a few drinks, and he seems to think a damp trench coat won’t pass for ‘suitable attire’ in this part of town.”  Peter leaned in close, as if he thought Remy wouldn’t hear him.  “He’s French, you see.  It’s all tuxedos and baguettes where he’s from.”

The cab driver chuckled.  “I know just the place.  Hop in!”

Without waiting to see if he would follow, Peter threw open the passenger side door and climbed into the cab.  “Let’s go monsignor,” he said, flashing his companion a wide grin.

Remy scowled, but slipped into the back seat of the cab.  

Up front, their blue-skinned guide sat before a vast array of buttons, levers, and flashing diodes.  His hands were a practiced blur as he engaged the aircraft.  “Autopilot engaged,” a cool, robotic voice intoned from the console.  They rose into the air and zipped off, merging seamlessly into the buzzing traffic.  

The driver twisted in his seat, offering Remy a clawed hand.  Tentatively, Remy accepted the handshake.  “My name is… difficult to pronounce,” he rasped with a wry smile.  “But you can call me Irkar.”
“Just like the cabbies on Earth,” Peter joked.  

Remy shot him another warning glare.  As Peter and Irkar settled into easy conversation, Remy sat back and tried to process the series of events that had landed him in the back of a flying cab in a sprawling, futuristic city in another universe.  Even from above, zooming across the cityscape at high speed, he could see the cloying military presence of the Empire.  Not only did the familiar white helmets of Empire soldiers appear amidst the throngs of foot traffic, always at precise intervals, but bulky vehicles equipped with long-barreled weapons zipped past them as well, emblazoned with the same geometric image as the cameras. 

Tuning back into the conversation in the front of the cab, Remy heard Peter trying to explain who he was to the befuddled cab driver.  “Star-Lord,” he reiterated.  “Like, the Lord of Stars.  Legendary outlaw… guardian of the galaxy?  I can’t believe you’ve never heard of me.”

“You picked the wrong place to be an outlaw,” Irkar said.  “Not much gets past Palpatine here on Tier One.  My advice is, to keep your head down and stay out of trouble.”

“Palpatine?” Remy interjected.

The cab driver frowned.  “This guy is surprised I’ve never heard of ‘Star-Lord’ and you’ve never heard of Palpatine?”

Remy shrugged.

“Emperor of Coruscant, leader of the Empire, most powerful Prime in the Omniverse Palpatine?” the driver continued, incredulous.

“I have cool titles too,” Peter grumbled.

The cab slowed and dipped into a dive, coming to rest at the foot of yet another looming skyscraper.  Irkar extended a slender finger toward a set of stairs descending down beneath the building.  “Down there.  Nice little watering hole.  No dress code.”  He tossed Remy a sympathetic wink.  “Try to keep ‘Star-Lord’ out of trouble, will ya?”

With a wry chuckle, Remy nodded.  “Will do, mon homme.”

“And since you’re new in town,” the cab driver went on, “another word of advice.  Palpatine keeps tabs on every Prime in the city.  You won’t so much as take a shower on Tier One without the footage ending up in the Empire’s archives.  If you need a little… privacy, the lower tiers might be more your speed.”

Remy thanked Irkar, and he and Peter climbed out of the cab.  Suddenly remembering cab rides weren’t free, he patted down his pockets with an anxious look on his face.

“Don’t worry about it,” Irkar said, accurately reading Remy’s movements.  “This ride’s on me.”  He proffered a thin strip of metal.  “Here’s my card.  If you need a hand with anything, don’t hesitate.”

Remy accepted the card with a grateful smile.  “Well met, Irkar.  We are in your debt.”

The cab driver returned the grin.  “Something tells me you’ll find a way to pay me back… one day.”  Then he was gone, the cab rising back into the air and jetting off. 

“Try to keep Star-Lord out of trouble,” Peter balked, trying unsuccessfully to imitate the cab driver’s grating voice.  “What a jerk.”

Remy only sighed and shook his head.  “Come on,” he bade Peter.  “It’s past time we get dat drink, eh?”

They descended the stairs into shadow.  A flickering, neon light named the bar as Bucketheads, the dingy words superimposed over a cracked and dirty image of an Empire soldier’s helmet.  The image gave Remy pause, but before he could voice his concern Peter, ever oblivious, barged right through the open doorway, shouting, “Star-Lord has arrived!”

With a heavy sigh, Remy followed.  As soon as he stepped through the door, he bumped into Peter’s back.  The man stood frozen, his expression caught between his characteristic aloof grin and wide-eyed shock.  Inside the dingy bar, no fewer than fifty white-armored soldiers sat around circular tables and crowded the small bar, helmets set aside and drinks in hand.

As Peter’s bold proclamation faded into the gathering silence, fifty pairs of curious eyes turned their way.

Hania embraced the warm comforts of the plasma-fuelled fire she sat next to. It had taken a long time for the fledgling expedition to get this far into the center of the Omniverse, a task not made easier by the sheer number of close calls they’d had, nearly getting whacked by wampas one minute, before being forced to dodge a Troll patrol. The complete lack of a prime amongst them had made for… a disappointing start.

just as well. If we had a prime, they’d probably insist on fighting these guys to show off, maybe get some of us killed, while trying to claim the credit without doing anything useful… stupid jerks.

Besides…

Hania patted her bow, sitting by her side on a rough log Ur’gash had been playing with on the way here. They were just fine the way they were. Hania had fought all sorts of monsters and Demons back in her original world, before dealing with this weird omniverse situation. She’d been defending herself long before she’d ever came here, and she’d never needed some fancy immortality to beat the odds. Smiling, she looked up at Jack, sitting on the log nearest her. “Thanks for lightin’ the fire, Jack. Sure we got enough wood to burn?” She asked with a smile to the person sitting opposite her.

The man adjusted one massive, metal-plated arm, cocking the arm-mounted plasma thrower on the side. “Hey, you lightin’ the fire? That’s like an hour’s work. Me? About two seconds with this little beauty. Don’t mention it. Been feelin’ useless all day as is.”

Hania shrugged. “Well, given you’re head of security, that isn’t a bad thing. Besides, you helped Ur’gash unload the tents.

“Like the Ogre needed my help. Only thing that worries me with that one is keeping him fed. And making sure he doesn’t choke on a rock he mistook for food.” The Firebat added with a chuckle.

Hania smiled. “You used to be in a colony back in your home place, right? I’m sure you’ll be more use once we find a proper place to set up.”

“Wouldn’t count on it. The general rule of thumb for setting up in a frozen hellscape back on my world is ‘Don’t.’”

Hania shrugged, smiling on her makeshift bench. “Yeah. But you came anyways.”

“What can I say? Gettin’ sick of finding oppressive governments everywhere. Figured if I wanted to finally do something about it, here’s the place!”

Hania put her hands behind her head as she stretched. “Even in winter clothes this place is pretty terrible though. Here’s hoping we find a spot to settle down sooner rather than later.”

Jack shrugged. “The locations we got to inspect are pretty damn vague. For some odd reason, seems like no one’s all that interested in investigatin’ the Frozen fields. Might be the cold. Might be the trolls. Might just be due to the fact that when it comes to most of the field, survey says “A whole lotta nothin’”.

Hania grins. “But isn’t that exciting? We get to be explorers! Discover the undiscovered frontier! Become pioneers of the omniverse! And we’re not even primes!” Hania squeaked in excitement.

“I’ll take being boring and alive over being pioneerin’ and dead- Jack added with a slight chuckle. “-Is what I would say, but you did end up roping me in on this crazy expedition, so maybe not.”

The halfling laughed at that. “Who knows? Maybe you have a thing for short girls?” She asked with a smirk.

The firebat just chuckled at the jibe. “Tell you what? Wipe the memory outta my head off you covered in blood, carvin’ up that poor little snow turkey, and maybe we’ll have a date.”

“Darn! Knew I shoulda taken a level in Psychic!”

“-wow!” The pair heard a familiar voice behind them. Turning around, they saw what’d normally be a pretty normal girl, at least, until you got to the white hair - oh, and those cute little ears twitching at the top of her head.

“Charsi! How’s our favorite Husky?” Hania asked.

“Husky Faunus! And I’m fine!” The girl added, putting one hand into her pocket. “Was gonna check if you guys wanted another beer, but if this is what the conversation’s turned into, I think I’m actually gonna cut you off.”

“Party pooper!” Hania added, sticking out her upper lip - which, as the bitter chill made it’s way inside her mouth, she realized was a very bad idea. “Of all the bartenders without a bar I’ve ever met, you’re the cruelest!”

“You know I’m giving you these drinks for free right now, right?” Charsi asked with a quirked eyebrow. “Buuut, if I’m really that cruel, maybe you can just enjoy a few weeks sober-”

“No wait, I take it back! I take it back! I take it all back!” Hania whined. “Come on, it gets dark at night and I get scared without a little something to take the edge off!”

“Lies and slander. But fine, you pass anyways.” The husky girl stated.

Jack patted a seat on the log next to him. “You could come sit down, y’know. Enjoy some conversation and off-time before we get back on the road.”

“Nah. I’m good. Fine.” Charsi stated, putting up her hands. “Fire too hot. I’m fine with just me, a blanket on the snow, and the moon, thank you very much!”

Hania shrugged. “Well, enjoy it for now. Way our supplies are going, might need to march an extra hour tomorrow if we wanna get to our first destination at a good clip.”

“Awww~” The Dog girl whined. “I can’t wait till we actually get to work building this stupid camp. This is too much walking for me. I’d pay good money to get an airship.”

Frost grunted from his wooden perch. “Can’t say I wouldn’t appreciate havin’ morgan around right now. Or at least her dropship. This walking thing’s getting really old, fast!”

“Hey! How do you think I feel!” Hania added, jumping up to her feet and pointing to her toes. “I’m freezin’ my little halfling feet off here! You in particular, mister heated suit!” Hania exclaimed, pointing at the firebat.

Jack Frost just scratched at the back of his helmet nervously. “Alright, alright… point taken.”

At this point, green, lanky feet trudged back into the welcoming light of the fire, showing Zul’kis’s - frankly, slightly scary visage. “I searched da perimeter. No tracks, no smoke signals. Nothing. If one of da Tribes knows we’re here, dey keeping that to themselves. We good for the night.” Zul’kis grumbled with a sour look across his tusks. “We be keepin’ close to eachother tomorrow, doe. Dis Wampa land. Found a couple o’ dem white caribou ‘round dese parts. Half-eaten. We got at least… mebbe, five or six?” Zul’kis added. “Lucky dey sleep at night.”

Hania nodded. If they’d lit a fire in wampa territory during the day, there’d only be two outcomes: They’d have Wampa Meat, or they’d be a Wampa’s meat. Given how gross Wampa meat was, she wouldn’t look forward to that ration rotation.

“Got it. So, stick close, sleep well, and enjoy the night sky.” Hania added.

“Yeah, that be pretty much it.” Zul’kis replied after a moment. Then, after a couple seconds of standing, he sat down in the snow, letting his legs hang wide. “Charsi, ‘tink you can bring a beer over here, brudda? I need somethin’ to take da edge off.”

Charsi just grinned. “You got it, chief!”

Hania smiled. Looking around, she saw a solid group of friends, a team she could rely on to make this happen!. No Camelot, no Coruscant, just… freedom, good times, and hard work to make ‘em matter.

She knew it wasn’t going to be that easy, of course, but it was okay to pretend for at least one night, right?

This is the secondary character reference thread for "The Trail We Blaze". A general description of the appearance and personality of your secondary will be greatly appreciated below.

The secondaries are allowed to have two superfluous "magic items" to help enhance the story. You do not have to list them in the description if you wish them to be revealed in character, but if that's the case I will request you send me a private message about them in advance. Last thing we need is a broken item that somehow gets a post retconed via admin.

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On the Southside of Tier-5 Coruscant, in the Maggot District, the Dead Bitch Gang thrives.

In the crowded back alley marketplaces, skeletons in leather jackets rub shoulders with ghouls checking their twitter accounts. Dwarfs sell rare blood wines to vampires with condominiums. A group of teenage Twi’lek girls take a selfie in front a brain merchant. Gentrification is alive and well in the Southside, but behind the thin veneer of a tourist trap lurks a sinister underbelly. The tourists don’t care, they just want to go see all the undead, but the massive graffiti murals featuring undead saints that the tourists love so much act as a warning sign to every shopkeeper in the Maggot District. That message is clear; Dead Bitch Gang owns this spot.

The Dead Bitch Gang are a trio of necromantic sisters who have used their power over the undead to carve out a place for themselves in the criminal underworld of Coruscant. Their skeleton thugs patrol the streets, extorting money from shopkeepers. When they don’t pay up, they send ghouls to eat one of their limbs. They use their power over ghosts and the spirit realm to steal secrets and spy on other gangs. Then they go rob those gangs with any number of exotic undead the sadistic sisters have managed to produce.

Their influence is both subtle to the tourists and overt to the residents. They use their undead proxies to keep an ever present eye on their territory, but usually prefer to hide from the public eye. The exception is Sofia.

Sofia Zamora, the youngest sister, is the Sergeant at Arms and the enforcer of the gang. Filled with raw necromantic power but little experience, Sofia has little control over undead creatures but is a master of manipulating necrotic energy. Sofia tends to walk the streets of the Maggot District with her gang, her face fully painted as a sugar skull. She has no permanent residence, but sleeps at various hotel rooms or in zombie crash pads.

In contrast the middle sister, Guadelupe Zamora, appears in public very rarely. She has been known to appear as a ghostly white transparent thing deep in people's nightmares, or sometimes her face manifesting as a grinning graffiti sugar skull. She is in charge of the ethereal network of ghosts and wights that spy for the gang. She lives, or rather haunts, an historic old house in the middle of Southside Park. Many urban legends surround the house; many and more are true.

The eldest sister, Isabel Zamora, is the leader of the gang. She commands the hoard of terrestrial undead that make up the backbone of the Dead Bitch Gang’s martial power. The undead she controls, all the skeletons and ghouls and vampire and zombies, are all fully sentient. They allow her to control them in exchange for the massive amounts of necrotic energy she pays them, and the power and defense they need to commit the heinous atrocities that come so naturally to their kind. They are fanatic in their worship of Isabel. Isabel lives in an abandoned apartment complex filled with her rotting gangsters. It’s known as something of a party house.

The Dead Bitch Gang has most recently caught the attention of the public after a gang of skeletons killed a dirty Stormtrooper using ice pics during a drug deal gone wrong. The Stormtrooper allegedly fired sixty two shots, nearly injuring a civilian. The gang has since been rather quiet, not showing their faces in public.

Except of course, for Sofia.

The youngest sister is unafraid, brash, and is prone to marching around Maggot Ally gang-banging and causing a ruckus on nights when she gets antsy.

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I can't wait a week for a update it kinda too long in my opinion. I'm willing to accept 15 or 30OM because I'm desperate here.