Andyra had been spending some quality time with her birth father and of course getting to know things she had never quite know about him but that still hadn't changed things or her mind for that matter, when all of a sudden she rifted to a new place, to the Omniverse.
               Andyra wasn't really at all shocked or surprised when she ended up in a completely new place. It wouldn't be the first time, things like this had happened and it surely wouldn't be the last. She knew as much as she hated her birth father that he'd take care of her two daughters for her back home so that was at least a comforting thought. Andyra began to look around for any signs of life, whether it be in the plants, the animals or just other people in general. She knew she wasn't alone and she knew that this was merely just another step in her path to eventually kill her father. Nothing would stop her from accomplishing this task, not even death could stop her. He had to die for what all he had done, no matter how much he tried to act like a normal dad around her she knew just how corrupt of a tyrant he truly was.

Name: Jim Raynor
Spent OM: 24500
Consumed OM: (300)
Proficiencies (4000): Ranged (1000), Physical Strength (1000), Area Attack (600), Area Shield (400), Debuff (1000)
Powers (5100/8000): Basic Super Jumping (300), Stealth (1200), Basic Enhanced Senses (1400), Advanced Regeneration (2200)
Moves (3300): C-14 Rifle/AGR-14 Rifle (300), Revolver (300), C-10 Sniper Rilfe (300), C-14 Attachment: Bayonet (300), C-14 Attachment: Grenade Launcher (300), Psi-Blade (300), Arm Mounted Shield (300), Grappling Hook (300), Sentinel Missiles (300), Flamethrower Attachment (300), Viking Mini-Guns (300)
Super Moves (2800): Hellfire Missiles (T1 Super Attack - 600), Combat Shield (T1 Super Defence - 600), Mini-Yamato Cannon (Tier 2 Super Attack - 800), Interceptor Drone Defence (Tier 2 Super Defence - 800)
Transformations (5500): CMC Armor (Alternate Form - 2000), Stimpack (T1 Powered-Up Form - 1000), Marauder Mode (T1 Powered-Up Form - 1000), Goliath (T2 Powered-Up Form - 1500)
Assists (2500): Widow Mine (T1 Assist - 1000), Adjutant: Autopilot (T2 Assist - 1500)
Items: Communicator (200), Mobile Dataverse Device (100)
Bases:
Unlocks (1000): 1st Stat Point (1000)
Base stats | CMC Armour:
ATK: 2 | 4
DEF: 2 | 4
SPD: 2 | 1
TEC: 5 | 2

T1: Stimpack | T1: Marauder || T2: Goliath:
ATK: 4 | 6 || 9
DEF: 4 | 6 || 8
SPD: 4 | 2 || 2
TEC: 4 | 2 || 2

Greetings Dataverse, this is Princess Bonbon Sunshine.

I’m sure you are all concerned about the current state of Camelot, and I want you to know that your concerns have not gone unheard.

This is why I’ve submitted to King Aragorn my “Make Camelot Great Again” initiative.

My plan to restore this great verse of ours to it’s former glory is simple. First off, we will set up guards at the the Camelot Nexus gate. They’ll keep a close eye to make sure no more orcs enter our lands. Then slowly but surely, we’ll take care of the orcs already here.

My next plan and this is the big one, I want to build a wall around the tangled gate in the Nexus and the tangled gate in Camelot. No more hassle with those stinkin’ orcs, or those nasty goblins, or those thievin ninja, they can deal with their own problems. The best part of it all, we will make Ambrosia pay for it!

So what do you say? Do you stand with me? With humanity joined together in a single cause, we can finally make Camelot great again.

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The wash of heat and blinding light enveloped Sinestro as he strode forward, his foot sinking into the sand as he crossed the threshold from one verse to the next. He instinctively pulled his hat down, hiding his eyes from the scorching sun and took a deep breath, reveling in the arid atmosphere.

He took a few steps into the drift before a faint yellow aura slipped over him. His feet gently lifted off of the ground and he began to fall into the cloudless sky. Upward, further and further, until he was barely a speck against the vast firmament of blue. The wind yanked at his poncho and it fluttered wildly as the air grew thinner. The rolling Dunes spanned out before him, yellow tides churning, an unforgiving wasteland with nothing of value as far as the eye could see. Somehow, it felt like home.

Noise and chaos had filled his life for what had seemed like months, the voices of others all but drowning out his own. Wars of emotion raged through him, different hands that scrambled over his work, tugging his attention back and forth until he scarcely understood which way he was going. As the thundering commotion grew to a crescendo, the Harbinger was formed. The ambitions and desires of the gestalt still echoed in his mind, as if they had been his own. It was a struggle just to reclaim his identity from the flames of the creature’s passion.

Peering up at the sky, he yearned to push beyond it. He wanted the stillness of the void, the utter silence that stretched infinitely in every direction. He wanted the knowledge that every star that seemed to be just on the horizon was actually billions of miles away. He wanted stillness and to be truly alone, if only for a moment. He wanted a place from another life. But even in the stillness of the desert, there was no more time to waste on regrets. Time only marched forward, never back.

Closing his eyes, the lantern took a moment to center himself. Why was he here? What did he want? He brought the battle in the Nexus to mind. There had so much blood. So much power. So much fear. And when the smoke cleared, the battlefield was littered with the corpses of those that had stood against him. He had won. Wasn’t that what he had set out to do?

With Sasuke gone, the last true threat to his dream was dead. Nippur had fallen, and he had chased the last of its children to the ends of the Omniverse and snuffed them out. There was nobody left to stop him from taking the Dunes. In all of the worlds, in all of the verses, nothing could stand in his way. Not this time.

There was no more New Babylon, there was no more Ganondorf, no more pretenders or opponents. There was only Sinestro.

He allowed his hands to rise from his sides, fingers splaying out as he bathed in the glory of the moment. A feeling of warmth swelled in his chest, bigger and bigger until he felt he could no longer contain it, and his lips parted in a soft guffaw. As soon as he allowed the first to escape, another followed, even louder than the first. Soon his throat roared with laughter, full and rich with true and undiluted, madness-inducing, joy. Tears tumbled from the corners of his eyes and down his cheeks before they were devoured by the sun, and creases formed where they hadn’t for years.

There, in the beating sun, whipping wind and endless sand, he laid claim to his uncontested empire. He was the Lord of the Arid Waste.

Slowly the swelling in his chest faded. The laughter stopped, and once again he gazed over the sweeping landscape that sprawled out below him. Everything he had fought to win still wasn’t enough. Certainly he was master of this wasteland, but that’s all it was: a waste. He was king of a vast sandbox, without even a bucket to make a castle. For all the work he had done to claim the foundation of an empire, he would have to do even more to build an empire worth having. Ambition was like hunger; just as the memory of one victory began to fade, he ached for another.

He lifted his fist into the air and stared hard into the ring on his finger. The sun danced over the surface, reflecting off of the harsh angles of the symbol. The Yellow Light of Fear. It was a brand that he had seared into the minds of so many. And yet, for all the power that it offered, for all the destruction it had wrought, what had he ever built? A gathering of sociopaths that carved a golden swathe across the stars. More the work of a madman than the architect of a better tomorrow.

But, as always, a plan had been in place for them. The insane were given skill, direction, purpose. How many in his new empire would benefit from the guiding hand of the Greatest Lantern?

LAW was dead, but the Sinestro Corps would rise again.

Hi, I'm new here!

I just finished my character (made final edits) and once I pressed submit the thread vanished. Something about moderators having to view it before it is approved? Anyway, since I don't know if it will show up on any alert-pages or thingies I made this topic. My character topic is named "Nezha, Air Trek Messenger? [Complete]".

So yeah, apologies for any inconvenience.

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It was dark. A void where land once stood. A dark endless black void that extended infinitely in every direction, no ceiling, and no floor. Yet, around this void, despite the absence of floor, there stood people; the Sages, and the Ancients. All of them. Every last one of them grouped together to stand witness to destruction. Their own destruction. Their own destruction by him. Larin. The Emperor Sage. The Incarnation of Vacuity. The name he went by, mattered not. The only thing that mattered. The only thing that was really important, was that he was powerful. Deadly powerful.


If not for her. If not for the lady in white. Ukei. The Incarnation of Existence. Everyone would have been destroyed.

If not for her.

If not for....

"Mother..."

A mental flash of white brought Kanji back to his senses as he stared into the depths of the water of the fountain near him. His lilac purple hair-- unkempt in style, dark maroon eyes, and bedraggled appearance stared back at him, looking as if he had been lost in thought. And truthfully? That was exactly what he had been. Lost in thought... The thought of his past. The memories of what had happened.

Just how long had it been? How long had that being... That being who had called itself Omni, kept him here? Was it like time travel from his world where he would be gone only a second if he ever got back? Or did time flow the same, and he would find himself missing eons? Then there was the question... Would he ever even get back? What if he was stuck here forever? What if he never saw the others again? Al, Umi, ... his mother... Would he ever see them again? Would he ever know what happened next? Just when the most important battle of his entire life had been going on! Just when Kanji finally had all the answers of who he was! Just when he had lost his mother ....again....

"Damn you Omni..." Kanji cursed aloud at the thought, his hair falling into his eyes as he continued to stare into the fountain. "DAMN YOU!" He shouted once more, the words much louder this time as he looked at the sky. "I hope you're listening you meddler! Because I swear I'm going to find you and make you tell me how to get back home! Mark my words!"

Kanji then sighed. Too bad that was easier said than done. He may have made the goal. But the method to obtain said goal was still a mystery. This wasn't his world, and therefore he knew nothing about it. Only the few things Omni had told him. Yet Kanji was unsure if he should trust such a being. In his world, types like this Omni seemed to be always turned out to be tricksters, riddlers. Beings that were not always truthful. What if this turned out the same way?

No.. Until Kanji knew more, he couldn't trust anything that Omni had said. He was sure of it. He would just have to figure out the rules to this world on his own. He would have to wander, to find others, and to learn what he could. Only then could he hope to even begin to achieve his goal. 

"Well... What now?" Kanji said to the emptiness around him.

Glory had no choice but to watch the insane fight between the two scavenger females and take a side: Eda.

So she did feel a twinge of disappointment and surprise when both lost.

This fight demonstrated that we generally shouldn't stay in this Nexus for long. I could easily see some more dangerous Primes killing us. Sure, I wouldn't die, but there would be a lot of pain.

Talking to Jupiter, Glory asked, "Is the Tangled Green a rainforest?"