"................BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" 


This long line of expletive was the first word to come out of the mouth of the equine who had been the previous terror of the Crystal Empire. Of course said word had been triggered by a series of rather unfortunate events that he had experienced. One of these events had been when he had encountered bandits in the Endless Dunes. Later he was going to go back and murder each and every last damn one of them with his hooves. To do so he needed to attain a new level of power himself. The power of an Alicorn was certainly a power he normally wouldn't crave. But given the circumstances he knew he'd need the power in order to survive in this realm. Omni demanded entertainment and seemed hell bent on bending people to his will to get it. Given he'd ripped nearly all of King Sombra's dark magic away from him,  King Sombra didn't know what to do. Sombra's shout of that expletive could be heard by anyone who was within a mile's radius.

First it had been the Endless Dunes where he'd encountered the Bandits. If they hadn't planned to stew, skin, or sell him he'd be in a better mood. Of course that was only part of the problem, actually. In the Nexus a little girl had tried to pet him and he'd ended up encountering some white armored knaves who didn't know any better than to harass him. Each and every last one of them like the bandits was going to die horribly when he recovered all of his capabilities. Such an endeavor to relearn the power that he had previously was going to take more time. As he trotted on his hooves towards the nearest settlement he ignored the gawking and staring eyes of passerbys.

Since they departed for the Rebel base, they had walked the streets of Tier 5 for an hour. None of them are quite sure where they'll be stopping at except for Cassie. The streets are cold, and the roads, unapproachable due to the traffic congesting them.

"Are you sure you know where we're going?" Mick asks.

"You're just lost, aren't you, Cassie?" Leonard adds. He has, since departure, zipped up his parka.

"We'll get there. Trust me." Cassie responds.

"Why couldn't we go by car, or something?" Mick complains.

"Because the roads are so cluttered you can't even WALK on them, let alone travel by vehicle." Cassie fires back.

Then, they hit a dead end.

"...We're lost." Leonard states simply. "I'm out." He then begins to turn around.

"One wrong turn doesn't mean we're lost." Cassie says, running after him. Mick rolls his eyes, sighing, and slowly walks over to the rest of the group.

"How do you know it was just one wrong turn?" Mick asks.

"Can everyone please stop? I will gladly grant a lack of my fist in your face as a response." Cassie says.

"Someone has a temper, don't they?" Snart asks. Cassie just rolls her eyes, coming across the crossroads where the wrong turn was made. It was a 4-way street. She raises her hand up to the earpiece, allowing her to communicate with the Rebellion.

"Hey. It's Cassie. I've forgotten the path to the base." Cassie says.

"Told you we're lost." Snart comments. He gets a particularly unfriendly glance from Cassie, before she focuses on the call again.

"I'm at the crossroads. I know I was supposed to head this far, but nothing past here. I took a left, and made it to a dead end. I'm back at the crossroads now...Uh-huh...Okay...Alright...Yeah, I got it. Bye."

She then hangs up. "Apparently, we were supposed to head to the dead end, then use the streets to get around and go up, since Omni knows we aren't just walking across." Mallis explains.

"I still say you just got us lost." Cold says. This prompts another murderous glance. They then perform a full 180 and start walking back towards the dead end again.

"So...While we have plenty of time to pass, what were your worlds like?" Cassie asks, turning towards the Rogues.

"We come from the same place." Leonard says. "Things were at a middle-point in technology, when compared to what you see here or what you see in Camelot. We robbed a bank here and there, got shot at a few times...At some point, we...'Acquired...' Tech from a company called S.T.A.R Labs. They don't exactly make double A batteries."

"I can assume that." Cassie responds.

"So, Mick got a handheld flamethrower, and I got...The Cold Gun." Snart says.

"Essentially, he got a glorified freeze ray." Heat Wave comments.

"I'll have you know, it turns down temperatures to absolute zero." Cold responds to Mick. "...Or, used to, anyway. Now, I guess he's sort of right."

"How'd you figure that out, anyway?" Mick asks.

"I've taken the Cold Gun apart and put it back together...Quite a bit." Snart says. "Needed to make sure I could put it back together again if a certain psychic went after me."

"You met that telekinetic guy?" Rory asks.

"It's mostly just been the occasional rumor down on tier 6 or 7, most people don't believe he even exists...But when you're living somewhere like the Omniverse, it's better safe than sorry."

"I met that guy on my first day. It was a rough fight, but I killed him."

"I find that hard to believe." Snart says, turning away from his companion and beginning to walk. Mick then notices that they reached the dead end. Or, more accurately, the wall reminds him. Cassie giggles a little, then grabs him and pulls him away from the wall, continuing on.

"So, enough talk about us...What's your world like?" Leonard asks.

"...Believe it or not, it was much like where we are now. Right down to the name." Cassie states. "Coruscant...The city-planet of Coruscant, the heart of the Empire...That's where I grew up. At first, I was happy there...Really, I was...Then, I finally took a good look beyond the scenery. It's a military state. They have so many cameras. Stormtroopers all around, cluttering the streets. The place isn't as great as everyone makes it out to be."

"Then what?" Mick asks.

"After a while...I found the Rebellion. Essentially, where I am now. I got pulled into the Omniverse, where I went about searching and found it again. Since I discovered it, I devoted my life to training...And fighting. To end the tyranny he...Palpatine...Has spread upon Coruscant."

Then, they arrive, at...A hotel.

"This doesn't look very...Rebel-base-y." Mick says.

"On the surface? It isn't." Cassie says. Opening the door, she turns towards the one running the hotel. The man seems to be in his late 30's. Kinda chubby, with black, short hair that's turning grey at the temples. Similarly black beard. Wearing a red T-shirt and black jeans.

"Calling crows." Cassie states. The runner nods, it apparently being some sort of password. He then motions for the group to come behind the counter, which they do. He quietly reaches under his desk, and reveals...Two empty pegs. He then opens a drawer, grabbing a handle, and inserts it into it.

"A...Handle in the floor?" Snart asks.

"Hidden trapdoor." the owner explains, apparently being hispanic, if the accent is any indication. Cassie takes a quick look around. Thankfully, no cameras that she could see.

"Go, now...The Rebellion awaits."

Ebony walked towards Eda, swagger in her step, and a look of enjoyment in her eyes. "So, human, I believe I have found my newest pet", she said with a smug look, seeing that the human girl was not very experienced, and should be an easy win for a several thousand year old elf like herself. "You do know the rules of what we are getting into, right", ,she said with  a smirk. "Winner takes all, and I do mean takes. Loser becomes the winner's toy. "So, I suggest you give it your best shot, though you will ultimately lose, and become my pet anyway". With that, Ebony drew her katana, ,then stood at the ready, obviously giving Eda the first strike.

Word Limit: N/A
Time Limit: N/A.
Damage Meter: On
Rounds: No limit 
Random Elements: Off.
Location: Nexus. 
First Post: Ebony ( Thread creator )
Misc. Rules: Fight will continue until one or both characters are taken to critical condition , or surrender 
Judge: ( wont need one as fight is mostly planned ) 

Hopefully this should be fine 

Character name:
Andyra
Character source:
Original
Character history:
Born of a human mother and a warlion father, of course it wasn't willing and the mother was killed shortly after the child was born.
Knowing that he could use her as a tool, her father Adrian laid a trap for the Gods of his realm using his own daughter as bait, and just
as he suspected they fell for it, but luckily for them it didn't go as planned. Andyra was then adopted by her foster father Vance Anders
and raised in his Kingdom. Once she was old enough to wield a weapon, she began training, spiting her father for what he had done and
swearing to be the one who ended his very existence. She soon discovered that she had a talented for the force and was able to wield it.
Of course she began to learn more and more about it as she grew into a woman and soon she had her first opportunity to fight her father,
only to realize it wasn't as easy as expected, he had strong minions by this point and she had to make her way through them and falling
not once but twice to them but never being killed. Eventually she decided to start visiting her real father despite her hatred to learn
just what made him tink and how to go about ending him and learning that he wasn't truly as cruel as she thought, but still determined to
end him and that is when she rifts to the Omni verse.
Physical Description: (originals only)

Stats:
ATK:4
DEF:1
SPD:2
TEC:3

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers: Shapeshifting (1400) Growth (800)

Starting Moves:

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

Where did you find us? friend referred me

This is me : https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=...=3&theater
This is my character: https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=...=3&theater[/code]

A thread made for people who have interest in some new items popping up into the Omniverse , things that are just overall cool and fun to have . 

Also a place for potential rare items to be discussed and designed for those with interest in it

~~~~~~ my personal one ~~~~~~

My personal one that might be worth a giggle or some overall chaos in roleplays throughout the omniverse

The Omniverse Heavyweight championship -




A gigantic title belt that would be contested under the 24-7 rules , this title can be defended anywhere at anytime by its holder . It can also be held by anyone , or anything 

Powers : A boost of +1 str to whoever its current holder is , also looks cool

Quote:There is a man.

A perfectly ordinary man.

And he has a plan... for anything.

He knows he will be launched through time and space, landing in another world. He KNOWS it. Ignore all those people muttering he's insane.

So he prepares. He can't change who he is, a perfectly ordinary person, but he CAN make physreps that will, he KNOWS, become real.

Hey everyone! It's time for another of my strange ideas, that I would like to write an interest check for.

For now, let's refer to said idea as the "Secondary town Project." I'll come up with a proper name if things get established.

Character name: Nezha

Character source: Reincarnated!Mortal!Nezha, a variant on the god from Chinese mythology. Also themes from Air Gear.

Character history:
Life as a highschooler in Tokyo is often times difficult. Being of the Sino-Japanese population in the city sadly made you the target of, well... certain unsavory elements. It absolutely tanked his academic scores and the exams left him at a third rate school, academically speaking. But Nezha liked Tokyo, the town was just so huge! And with the surrounding towns melding into the city scape work as an AT-courier was always plentiful. He had came in contact with the subculture during his break between junior and senior highschool and taking the the near literal flight like Icarus to his wings.

Someone had once compared being an AT-courier with being a runner in the Mirror's Edge video game but Nezha had found the differences outweighed the parallels. The closest thing to danger, beyond that inherent to "Roading", was wind the government run W.I.N.D. And that danger proved near insignificant if you kept away from the active storm rider crews. This danger dropped to 0 if you had your licenses in order. A far cry from Pirandello-Kruger and their treatment of the Runnners. The life of an AT-courier was still very stressful, relaxed "Trekking" wasn't possible while on the clock. No, the way to make things work was to have your own little havens for those moments in between.

The garden at Heavenly Street park was a calm and relaxing place, perfect to wind down in after a hard day's work. It was even good for a quick nap should you climb up any one of the massive cherry trees and rest among their canopies. Nezha had done exactly this after a boring day at school followed by a hard day's work as a courier. The high of adrenaline you got from roading would inevitably transition into the lethargy of fatigue if you kept your focus too long.

Resting in a particularly comfortable nook where a trio of branches split from the trunk, backpack clutched in his arms, the teenager was snoozing. All fine and dandy, all hunky-dory, when the massive rumble of the Skylink Tower rising into the atmosphere shook him awake. Fumbling around in the stupor of those recently roused from sleep, the first thing to fall was the backpack, and Nezha panicked. His Air Treks were in there! He couldn't afford those breaking, he just renewed his courier license! At least that was his justification as he swung around the branches and pushed off, rocketing after his precious gear.

And as we all know; "Gravity's a Bitch!"

It took Nezha approximately 0.2 seconds from pushing off the tree straight towards the ground before he caught the pack. It took another 0.2 seconds for him to realise what he had done, a further 0.1 seconds to remember that he was not wearing his ATs, and finally 0.3 seconds to hammer home that the ground, formerly some 7-8 meters away was now rapidly on its way to greet him, head first. This left Nezha about 0.4 seconds to accept his onrushing death. The fact that he woke up in complete darkness with only a white outline of light to greet him didn't do much to convince him of otherwise.

Physical Description:
Nezha was at 18 the shortest member of his family, barely reaching the 5'6" mark and coming to a stop under his mother's 5'7". But his body is well maintained and cared for, a large appetite fuels these ever working muscles and a harsh regimen of cardio, stretches, and full body work outs let Nezha be a good AT-courier. Like most people in his profession, Nezha has a body crafted for speed, stamina, and flexibility.

Nezha's face clearly show his Sino-Japanese ancestry, not really considered handsome by those cultures due to him not being clearly within the values of either, his brown-red eyes being a factor. He wears his shoulder length black hair in a pair of small buns, some hair being deliberately free of these spheres to better frame his face. Nezha wears a hooded jacket over a white shirt, the jacket's upper torso, shoulders, waist elastic, and hood being black with the rest being red, a pair of blue jeans, and a red and black backpack model courier bag. Images spoilered. [spoiler]Let's first start with this image

Credit: Laitma @deviantart
but imagine his roller blades as each having only a pair wheels, specifically a pair of the red wheels under the feet of the person in the following image
[/spoiler]


Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 5
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength Proficiency | 1,000 OM
1,000/5,000

Starting Powers:
Super Speed | 1,000 OM

• Air Treks makes you go faster!

• And they are semi-motorized for that deliciouso super-acceleration when needed.

• Sufficiently skilled Storm Riders can even use them to seemingly fly!

• Of course, using them like this makes you all crazy acrobatic too.

Alright, so we need to split off into groups or do something with the mess. The parent thread is already becoming too much of a clusterfuck to focus with 7 people, and we need to keep our heads on our shoulders. So I've thought up three ways this can go. All of them involve splitting into two groups.


1. We split off into two threads, and go our separate ways. (1 vote)


2. This devolves into another Nexus fight, with two sides and a post order to keep things going smoothly. (1 vote)


Either way, there are two groups, so I'm gonna list off the people here. Just reply with which group you wanna join, or if you have any other ideas. I'm perfectly open to them.


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