Ratione looked over the field, all black and burnt and ash. What was once fertile land, countless rows of crops bending in the wind as amber waves, was now a dead husk. On the horizon, a dark and roaring mass was making its way to him and his fellow Novans. The Sar-kuhn.

Their army was vast, flooding over the crest of a hill. A great, black flood washing over the emptiness. Ratione looked behind himself, his eyes scanning his own numbers. A hundred or so Novan soldiers, Furtumin, and mechanized units. They were all worn and battered, having barely survived the seige. Yet all were ready, ready for him to lead them into battle. He could feel the wounds under his bandages, sore beneath his new jumpsuit and armour. It had been removed from a Furtumin that had died while fighting Esergüütsel’s warriors, still with gashes and dents in it. Ratione felt a strange pride, yet sickness wearing a fallen Furtumin’s armour. He looked down at the helmet in his hands, staring into its visor. Once he put it on, he would not be able to take it off. He would die wearing it. He would die as he lived. Roaring, roaring and soaked in blood.

Some men would break. He could see the fear in their eyes, see how they were trying to make peace with themselves. Amongst many grizzled men, were too many boys. It was not how it should be. None of this was.

He threw the helmet on, strapping it down and locking it to the rest of his armour. The HUD booted up and the on-board computer registered several points of structural damage. He then turned back, mounting a mechanical raptor, riding up next the field captains that rode their own live raptors.

“Let me give a last word to the men? We have some time before they meet us.” The field captains looked at each, then back to him, nodding. Ratione thanked them, trotting out and away and turning up his helmet’s speakers so everyone could both see and hear him.

“Brothers! Hear me, brothers!” His voice was magnified enough that it echoed into the ruined city behind them, catching everyone’s attention. Ratione paused for a moment, mulling over his next words as the crowd shifted.

“We are all going to die.”

There was an eerie silence, and no one moved. No one spoke. Ratione’s voice rose up again after a long moment. “We are all going to die, brothers. Every last one of us. You all know we are here to give the civilian transports time to gather enough supplies in order to make the trip to the closest colony, and we cannot go with them. They need as few people as they can, and we will not waste this opportunity we have been given. The Sar-kuhn navy has agreed to our terms, so the refugees will leave unopposed.” The Furtumin began trotting to the side slowly, making sure he met everyone’s eyes.

“We are going to die, brothers. But they will live. If you have wives that are leaving, they will live on to bear your children and tell your tale. If you have sons or daughters, they will live on to continue your bloodline and tell your tale. If you have mothers or fathers, they will live on to tell your tale. If you have friends, they will live on to tell your tale. And if you have no one, no one at all to remember you, then scholars will write your name down in history as one of the noble few who stood against the horde of the many. Look to your brothers in arms, those of you with no one. We are your family, we are your friends. We forever will be, in glory and in honour. Because even though we die today, in this battle, we will live on. We will be remembered for how we died. We will not falter, we will not give in, we will not lay down our arms and allow ourselves to be wiped away by these mad beasts. For we are civilization. We are progress. We are the fire that drives out the forces that would keep everything from the stars. We are the masters of our own path. We are the writers of our own tales.”

Ratione trotted back to the center, looking over one last time. These men that were about to be slaughtered with a smile on their faces.

“We are Nova! We are Novans! And we will fight! We will die!”

As ironic as it was, a great roar of cheering and shouting came from the small army.  Linemen and vaulters raised their spears and swords. Shield-bearers banged their shields. Mechs stomped the ground, causing massive tremors. Cavalry tore the muzzles off their raptors, throwing them high into the air, their steeds hissing and roaring, eager for blood.
Ratione smiled, laughing in delight, and a hint of surprise. He turned his mechanical raptor to the enemy, the other field captains trotting up to him.

“Good speech.” One of them complimented. He nodded in response before they continued on their way to the other cavalry. Ratione moved through the ranks, taking up position behind the forward lines where he could command the men best. The soldiers milled about, getting into formation. Once everything was in order, Ratione turned his speakers back on.

“Forward, march!” He drew his blade, pointing it forward. “Steady, pace!” Slowly, an army of a hundred and fifty Novan soldiers began marching unto a force that numbered in the thousands.

“Cavalry, sides!” The raptors split in half to the left and right, covering the flanks. Behind the front line, Armours stomped forward with Furtumin riding on their backs. At the very rear of the formation, archers readied their arrows, guard by a few vaulters and shield-bearers.

There was a consistent sound of boots thumping against the ground, equipment and armour rattling, the sounds of an army marching to certain death.

“They’re sending a detachment to meet us at the front!” Someone at the head shouted, and Ratione craned his head to see that in fact a Sar-kuhn formation had broken off from the main force. What was the plan here then? Why were they not sending they’re entire army at them?

Ratione spoke too soon, as suddenly the entire army split up into formations. Slowly, they began moving around the Novan army, completely surrounding them. The Furtumin felt his heart beating fast, his breath becoming short. Ratione rode through the ranks, out front, addressing the men.

“Form yourselves around the archers! Cavalry form a ring around the line men! Protect the archers!” Keeping with their pace, the linemen, vaulters, and shield-bearers rearranged themselves in a circle closing around the archers. The cavalry surrounded them, ready to charge out in all directions.

“When they meet us, they will surround us quickly! Do not hesitate! Do not falter!” He continued ordering the men into position as the enemy closed in around them, coming from all sides. “Hold now! Hold and let them come at us!”

The whole formation stopped, waiting and ready. A black ocean of death crashing down on them. The ground began to shake, the thunder of thousands of feet belonging thousands of bestial warriors coming at them full speed. The barking and howling grew louder as they got closer. Ratione felt his heart jumping out of his chest.

“Cavalry! Fan out!” The raptors all moved outward, so they could meet the Sar-kuhn in the middle. They would cut down as many as they could, slowly retreating after first contact. When they came back to the linemen, they would fall behind them to rest as the frontline began working on the Lupus. The archers would also continuously volley in all directions, far ahead of the vaulters and cavalry once they came back out. The shield-bearers would make sure that the formation did not break, and that the small Novan circle lasted as long as it could.

Ratione looked forward, into the black wave collapsing down on him. For a long, quiet moment all was silent to him. He didn’t hear the chanting, he didn’t see a great mass descending upon him. He didn’t even smell his own breath coming off the visor or feel the weight of his armour.

Instead, he stood in small house on the outside of town, preparing a meal for his daughter and Amica. The steam of the pot rose up to meet his nose, twitching and taking in the aroma of home cooking. He could hear Bonent squealing as Amica sprayed her with the garden hose. They were both soaking wet. Ratione smiled, he knew he should scold them, but, they were just having fun. Yes, having fun, on a warm and sunny day.

The Sar-kuhn were only a small ways in front of him. They were snarling, barking, growling at him. Furious and enraged and thirsty for vengeance. The Novan looked to either side, then back to his fellow Novans clustered in a small circle of pikes and swords and shields.

Ratione drew his blade, raising it high, and shouting into the setting sun.

“Infina viv Nova!”

He kicked his mechanical raptor into gear, and it lunged forward into a fray of fur and blades. He thrust into his blade into the skulls and maws of countless Sar-kuhn, slashing at their arms before they could bring down clubs and maces and axes. The mechanical raptor cued its automated head movements, biting and chewing on any exposed flesh. Next to him, fellow Novans hacked and slashed into the enemy, letting out cries of agony and fear. They fought with the strength of a cornered animal that was sick of trying to survive in the dirt and mud, a species that had conquered the stars after being beaten down so hard into the ground of their own planet. The rage of something that would never be held down again.

For what felt like an eternity, they kept moving back and cutting down the front line one at a time. The ring of cavalry was tight enough that few broke through to meet the linemen, and those that did were stuck with pikes. Slowly, Ratione and the cavalry made their way back to the men. The furtumin looked to the ground, seeing piles of black-furred bodies strewn everywhere, some limp sets of Novan armour.

Ratione and the others fell back behind the linemen, who held fast against the black tide. They thrust into the enemy’s numbers, planting the ends into the ground as the vaulters grabbed on. Since there was no room to provide a running start, there were two linemen to a pike, who pushed up and into the air so the vaulter could get over. They crashed down into a surging black sea of howling warriors, twirling and spinning about and dancing as their short-swords and rent flesh from bone and heads from their shoulders, glove-shields cracking skulls and bones of limbs. Many fell both immediately and a while after they landed, but most made it back into the group. A second wave of vaulters went over, and behind them a volley of arrows arced over their heads almost blotting out what little sun remained.

The volley soared over deep into the Sar-kuhn, most of them bringing up shields to block the arrows but were completely overwhelmed by the sheer number and density.

Yet they still kept coming, kept flooding onto the small cluster in the center. Ratione readied his blade, calling to the other cavalry. They formed up right behind the shield bearers, ready to open the smallest possible gaps to let them back into the fray.

Again, and again, and again.

Quote:“My name is Omni.”

Quote:“This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse.”

Quote:“You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it.”

Quote:“But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote:“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.”

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.”

Quote:“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

ALRIGHT LETS GET THIS ANALYSIS STARTED.

ALRIGHT SO I GOT SOME DONE ALREADY, JUST GONNA POST, ILL POST EVERY TIME I FINISH AN UPDATE TO EACH PLAYER.

I will be addressing each person individually with an analysis and then relationships, then having a summary at the end.

(04-08-2016, 02:19 AM)Mark Wrote: Player Name: Mark
Classpect: Sylph of Hope

(04-08-2016, 06:56 AM)Connor-813 Wrote: Player Name: Aaaron
Classpect: Knight of Space

(04-08-2016, 11:03 PM)Sans Wrote: Player Name: Frisk
Classpect: Bard of Blood

(04-09-2016, 11:33 AM)Eric Everstorm Wrote: Player Name: Paul
Classpect: Page of Breath

(04-09-2016, 12:14 PM)Link Wrote: Player Name: Ash
Classpect: Thief of Mind

(04-09-2016, 07:55 PM)ADventuresVDO Wrote: Player Name: Paige Turner
Classpect: Rouge of Time

(04-10-2016, 05:04 AM)Claptrap Wrote: Player Name: Jay
Classpect: Prince of Life

(04-11-2016, 02:50 PM)Dell Conagher Wrote: Player Name: Todd
Classpect: Seer of Void

(04-11-2016, 03:40 PM)Makoto Yuki Wrote: Player Name: Ahmad
Classpect: Mage of Doom

(04-11-2016, 05:25 PM)John Egbert Wrote: Player Name: Finn
Classpect: Heir of Rage

(04-12-2016, 01:27 PM)Joker Wrote: Player Name: Terry Amaz
Classpect:  Witch of Light

(04-12-2016, 03:59 PM)Hatate Wrote: Player Name: Mary
Classpect: Maid of Heart

Name: Homin-Ratione
Spent OM: 7300
Consumed OM:
Proficiencies (1000): Physical Strength (1000)
Powers (3700): Super Speed (1000), Basic Enhanced Senses (1400), Advanced Super Jumping (500), Burst Movement (800)
Moves (600): Novan Hand-and-a-Half Sword (600)
Super Moves:
Transformations: Tier 1 Power Up: First Age Furtumin Armor (1000)
Assists:
Items:
Bases:
Unlocks:
Base stats:
ATK: 2
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 5

The Absolute Highest Stat (AHS) supported by the current rules is 32 for a single Prime (gained via a combination of maxing at creation, putting all possible Stat Increases into it, buying the Second and Third Item Slots and filling all three with 4 of a Stat Boosting Pill, and using a Tier 3 Power Up with all possible points put into the stat).

This is where things get tricky. If you could gather 8 Primes who had done the above and Fuse them, their AHS would be 256. Assuming each one could go in with a Tier 3 Power Up activated, and they'd all add together. If you could only use one, the AHS would be 186, still quite impressive.

Post which fusions you'd LOVE to see become a reality here.

The LAWman (Ganondorf, Sinestro, Dean, Strazio, Enel, Gildarts, Shang Tsung, Magus)

The following would include the LAW members, and a few others that either fought alongside us before, or whom I thought would be a good fit.

Name: The LAWman (221,240.9 Earned OM)

Level: 19 (Though the Fusion's level is 19, the combined SP of all members is 39)

Spent OM: WAY more than I care to add up

Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000) Debuff Proficiency (1000), Area Attack (600), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Remote Control Proficiency (600), Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600), Homing Proficiency (600), Area Defense Proficiency (400)

Powers: Burst Movement (800), Advanced Regeneration (1800), Survival (2000 OM), Telekinesis; Basic (400), Foresight (1500), Master Acrobat (400), Shapeshifting (1400), Mimic (2800), Insight (1600), Stealth (1200), Phasing (1200), Time Manipulation (800), Master Fusion (1400), Enhanced Senses; Basic (1400), Suppression (1000), Hive Mind (400), Disassemble (800), Symbiosis (1000), Flight (1800), Super Speed (1000)

Moves: First Blade (300), Demon Smoke (300), Sigil Trap (300), Colt M1911A1 (300), The Rage of Cain (300), Nonosama Bo (300), Lightning Body (600), Discharge (1200), Bolt (300), Lightning Storm (900), Hellfire (600), Hellfire Strike (600), Gauntlets of the Demon King (900), Swords of Demise (300), Tusks (300), Claws (300), Earthen Spire (300), Parry (300), Clasp (300), Shatter (300), Disperse (300), Disassemble/Crash (600), Crushing Punch (300), Crash! (600), Miasma (300), Gloom (600), Shadow Step (300), Wither (300), Shadeflame (600), Doom (300),  Jian (300), Flaming Skull (300), Surprise Skull (300), Tarkatan Blades (300), Soulfire Desert Eagle (300), Controlled Fire (300), Day'Suis (Hammer, Lightning Bolt, Solar Flare - 900), Lightsaber (300), Marvelous Energy (600), Cauterize (300), Sparks (300), , Crawl (300), Crumble (300), Crash Magic (300), Shatter (300), Breach (600), Shockwave (600), Sparks (300), Detonate (600), Surge (300), Cauterize (300), Overcharge (300), Lightbringer (300), Hard-Light Image (300), Hard-Light Construct (600), Hard-Light Blast (600), Hard-Light Weapon (900), Hard-Light Tether (600), Hard-Light Grab (300)

Super Moves: The Colt (600), Hellfire Explosion (600), Crash and Burn (600), Crushing Evil (600), Spreading the Truth: Empyrean (600), T2- Crushing Evil (800), Spreading the Truth: Ikazuchi (800), Ethereal(600), Void(800), Perfect Shapeshift (600), Tier 1 Super Defense (600), Overload (600), Hard-Light Wall (600), Hard-Light Containment (800)

Transformations: Tier 1 Powered up Form - Deanmon Rising (+3,+0,+3,-2), Tier 1 Powered-Up Form - Sparking! (+2,+1,+2,+0), Tier 1 Powered-Up Form - Dark Beast Ganon (+5,+2,-1,-1), Tier 2 Powered-Up Form - Dark Beast Ganon Unleashed(+8,+2,+0,+0), T1 Power up (+2,+1,+2,+0), T2 Power up (+4,+2,+3,+1), Spiritken (+2,+1,+2,+0), Kaioken(+?,+?,+?,+?), Avatar of Anger(+3,-1,+3,+0), Tier 1 Power-Up(+2,+2,+1,+0), Tier 2 Power Up (+4,+5,+1,+0)

Assists: Darkness Manifest, Tarkatan Marauder, Cataclysm

Items: Communicator, Mobile Dataverse Device, Banishment Circle x7, Isolation Verse x2, Necronomicon

Bases:
Unlocks:
Base stats:
ATK: 30
DEF: 18
SPD: 20
TEC: 24






I was going to do one for the Reapers as well, but this one already took WAY too long.

Character name: Shelegiel, Archangel of Order


Character source: OC (Inspired by Angelarium)


Character history:

   In a dance as old as time immemorial, Shelegiel twirls across a landscape of pure white to a silent song heard only to his own ears. Snow blankets the rough ground in an immaculate carpet as he swirls across the stark white earth, leaving not so much as a single footprint. Dark nights stain pure white at his whim, as the world falls silent and calm at his passing. He leaves the grasp of winter upon the land as the mark of his vigil, watching over the people of the world so that they may not perish during the harshest adversities. By his assistance, tranquility and happiness overcome despair in even the most desperate times. With flawless ease he sneaks his way into the minds of peasants and kings alike, inspiring a great calling for peace, equality, and balance. By his delicate touch, scales are balanced and peace as fragile as glass is flawlessly upheld. Other angels destroy, create, herald, or foretell, but Shelegiel dances silently upon the world of man, guarding the balance and order of the world, leaving not a single trace but his heralding snow.
   However, in a dire political climate, a massive war suddenly broke out. Shelegiel's calming influence seemed to have failed, but little did the world know, he had vanished without a trace. The other angels scrambled desperately to find him, but their searches only ever came up empty. They quickly appointed a new angel to take his place, but unable to follow the steps of Shelegiel's delicate dance, the world remained in chaos without his calming influence. Never again did the world see a single snowfall.


Physical Description: (Art by Peter Mohrbacher)

So I have some concerns I need to air about my writing and how I'm doing so far. I honestly dont even know if this post should go here or in the Help Desk


The elephant in the room: I cant seem to muster up any kind of direction for Dell. I have ideas, but no idea how to execute them.


Should I try to get into someone else's (read: someone more experienced than I am at writing and plotting and stuff) thread? My own experience tells me that having two or more people in any given RP makes it easier to write as you only have to do a portion of the work. Obviously its different for overly large groups but I digress.


I am open to suggestions.

Name: Dave Strider
Level: 2
Spent OM: 8200
Consumed OM: 1300
Proficiencies: (3200); Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Ranged Materialize (600), Remote Control (600)
Powers: (2300); Time Manipulation (800), Acrobatic Fucking Pirouettes(400), Burst Swag(800) White Daves Can Jump- Basic(300)
Moves: (900); Caledscratch (300), Remix (600)
Super Moves: (600); Sick Rhymes(600 Tier 1 ATK)
Transformations(1000): A Change of Pace(T1 Power up)
Assists:
Items: MDD(100), Communicator(200)
Bases: Dave's Apartment(Ashen Steppes)
Unlocks:
Base stats:
ATK: 3 (+2)
DEF: 2 (+0)
SPD: 3 (+2)
TEC: 2 (+1)

Character name: Dave Strider

Character source: Homestuck

Character history: Dave is going to be taken from the events of [S] Game Over , right when everything goes to shit. The exact time of his coolkidnapping to the omniverse happens when

[spoiler]
he comes to find the shitstorm happening on LOFAF, and he ends up trying to fight Jack and Mendicant to try to save Jade. The exact moment he will be taken is when he takes both the blades into his torso right at his death, and his surroundings will quickly shift to the darkness, before finally arriving in the omniverse. 
[/spoiler]


Physical Description: 

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

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength(1000), Ranged Proficiency(1000), Ranged Materialize(600), Remote control(600)

Starting Powers:Time Manipulation (800)

Starting Moves: 

Caledscratch(300 Physical Strength)

Dave's preferred weapon, a alchemized sword that seems to hold no true form when he was stuck in SBURB, constantly rotating between being broken, fixed, new, or even rusted. In the omniverse, it seems to have been able to keep its repaired state, being approximately 55 inches in length, 3 inches wide, with a double sided blade. Dave is able to swing it with one hand quite well, but must usually use both in order to keep complete control and efficiency over it. The blade often breaks due to striders strength, and upon doing so, shortens the length to about 35 inches. It does not grant any additional benefits like this but is still usable, usually repairing itself after some time

Remix(600 Ranged, Ranged Materialize) 

While Dave holds his weapon in one hand, he can raise the other and summon one of his time tables, taking three seconds to repeat an attack of the past from a range. He is able to maintain the continuity of the attack for up to ten seconds afterwards, so long as he focuses entirely on it, not even taking any effort to move. If his focus is interrupted the effect ends, and his timetable disappears. This move can be very taxing if used to its full effect often, causing stress and fatigue to Strider from putting so much of his energy, as it is as if he were performing those attacks himself. Destroying the duplicate Dave is possible with a solid hit, ending its effect in t same way as if he had lost his focus. It gives him a bit of a headache when this attack is interrupted, but he takes no physical damage. (Unless the attack was directly to him)

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

Where did you find us? been here man

There are worse people than Gildarts