Dell stepped out the other side of the gateway, slightly disoriented from the spatial warping. He surveyed the arid landscape around the portal, walking up to a lone signpost, the metal rusted and pockmarked from the elements. One sign pointed the way to a Carrefore. Another was sitting on the ground, riddled with bullet holes. It read 'Town with No Name'. Dell picked it up and affixed it back on the signpost before turning back to the road. 

Figuring some kind of transport would be better than just walking however many miles it would take, Dell concentrated, focusing on summoning himself a vehicle. When the summoning was complete, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. Setting before him on the dusty savannah turf was a low-slung dune buggy, with oversized tires and plus-sized suspension. He set the toolbox down behind the seat and climbed in. Realizing that the buggy had been summoned without any gas, Dell spent the next 5 mminutes summoning some fuel. Once the vehicle was ready to go, Dell started the engine and climbed into the driver's seat, pushing in the clutch and shifting it into gear, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake as he drove off.

I forget where I'm supposed to do this.. And I can't find the answer. Can I please get Ash reactivate?

A huge fountain that appeared to be made out of white marble.  It was shooting radiantly pure water out of it.  All in all,  if he werent here against his will,  Warren would be impressed. For some odd reason he was somewhere he had never been before. Furthermore his wrist blasters were not working which was a headache he'd need to correct in due time. But for now he had to think and discover where he was in order that he might actually have some help figuring things out.  None of his gear was working to the full levels it should,  but at the same time he didn't feel the need to steal the energy of the Core anymore to survive. 

This place probably didn't have the Core,  or if it did the core was probably inaccessible.  Either way,  he needed a solution to not having even a map of the area.  Wherever he was he needed to find a solution to his current situation as he didn't have any resources with him presently.   Whoever had thrust him into this place against his will was going to die slowly and horribly a death that would be fit for the history books by the time he was freed.   But there was a more pressing mater at hand namely that he would need food and water in order to survive properly.  Finding the supplies he needed was paramount if he planned on actually living any length of time wherever the hell he was.  With this determined,  Warren surveyed his environment. 

Upon seeing something to the west that had soldiers around it,   Warren decided he wasn't going to walk there.   What he wanted to do was drive something there.  Perhaps the Wild Car,  if he had that old friend.  But sadly he didn't as the Guardians had completely obliterated the vehicle when he'd been fighting against them.  Yes,  the Guardians. The heroes of his world who were little more than children. It was amazing how even with the help of R.Z. and others they were able to stand up to him. In any other situation he'd be be irritated with them,  but right now he knew he needed to emulate them.  The only way he'd survive in this place was if he were to pull one of their plays,  and put a team together of his own to allow him to survive in this world.   Even without the Core which was a powerful energy source that kept him alive,  Warren had other advantages he could use.   For one thing he had a brain that could allow him to build complex mechanical devices,  like the presently non-functional NFL-R. 

Channeling his drive to succeed and his will power,   Warren started to run.   He was going to leave this place, and find a way out of the blank area he was in. Once he was free it would simply be a matter of making somewhere that he could build a base of operations from or discovering somewhere that he could call home. Yes,  he now had a plan of attack to handle this situation.   "So let's recap. I'm in a strange new world,  and have no resources other than the clothes on my back. The guardians are not here,  and I'm stuck in my suit.  I have no lab,  and no form of Transportation yet seem to not need the energy of the Core anymore.  Logically this situation makes no sense whatsoever but I will find a way through it.  The how is a good question though.  Perhaps I could hunt down one of the locals or inhabitants,  and persuade them to share with me what I need to know about this place.  I will also need to acquire a place that I can use as a base of operations.  So I've got the idea of what to do.  But the how still eludes me. "

Warren sighed for a moment,  as he considered his options.   As being stuck wherever he was forever was not actually a good option to say the least this left him but one option.  Find a way out of here.   A task that he normally would delegate to one of his minions... but wait. There were no minions with him.  Whoever had stuck him here had taken away all of his minions.  It was an UNFORGIVABLE mistake when someone stole his hench-people from him,  and his robotic assistants.  They'd have to be rebuilt of course,  but he didn't have time, not for now anyway.  Not when there was so much work that needed to be done.   This situation wreaked of Drop Kick's interference but the robot was dead or so he believed anyway.  What he needed now,  was a way to get some normalcy.  Once he had arrived at the gate in roughly 2 hours,  Warren talked for about 15 minutes with the Clone Troopers before waiting a few moments. There was no need for him to leave just yet as he had located one of the exits.  This place had soldiers with strange looking energy weapons far different from the ones that existed within the world he called home.  So this made him think he wasn't even in his own homeworld. 

Once he had waited about an hour,   Warren walked through the portal and had made his exit. 
With that done,  Warren was headed to a new world.

The part I am confused about making a NPC is that does it cost from your Character's OM or is it the level you selected for thw NPC example I choose the NPC to be a level 5. The NPC's OM  would have the same amount of a level five character and I use that OM for his moves and ect.?

Character name:
Homin-Ratione (hoe-min Rat-ee-oh-nay)
Means “Son of Reason”

Character source:
Original

Character history:
Abstract
Homin-Ratione is a Novan, a space-faring race that existed far before the evolution of mankind on a foreign world and conquered a large portion of their galaxy. He served in the first fifty-year war against the Sar-Kuhn, an opposing galactic power that was still leagues behind the Novan empire in terms of technology, resource, and sheer military might. Despite this, blood was shed quite heavily, and many once nationalistic Novan soldiers were now understandably resentful of their own ruling bodies. As a Knight (Furtumin), Ratione was no exception. Sent deep into the fray of a battle, he witnessed up close and personal just exactly how savage a man, Novan or Sar-Kuhn, can become. However, with all of the pressure of his peers and higher officers, family, friends, and himself he forced himself to fight. As a Knight, Ratione wore a fully-enclosed power-suit that enhanced his strength and speed and allowed him to fight in the middle of an enemy formation for hours on end. His weapons were made to be significantly heavier than a regular soldier’s, and thus could fell three or five Sar-Kuhn with only a few swings. As a result, a fight against even a twice as experienced and skilled opponent was still a one-sided combat. When the war started Ratione would be pushing thirty in our standards of age (the statistically average maximum lifespan of a Novan in good health is around 300 years due to advanced medical technology), and at the end was pretty much fifty-plus. During the war, he had met what was the Novan equivalent of a wife (they have no concept of marriage, only really devout relationships) by the name of homina-Bonibus (Daughter of Good Hands) who was soon carrying his child. The daughter was born some time later, around twenty years before the war ended, and was named homina-Bonibus-Ratione for her first few years before being renamed homina-Bonent (traditionally, Novan children are simply named either “daughter of” or “son of” followed by some sort of combination of the parents’ names, then later a name that fits their personality is decided upon. This time in-between the two names varies, but is usually not more than two or three years). The mother passed in childbirth.
For most of Bonent’s life she was raised by Ratione’s immediate family on the outer rim farming colony of Mulcibus, only able to speak to her father through electronic messages or the very few opportunities he had to visit home. At the end of the war however, Ratione finally demanded retirement and was met with no objections. Finally returning for his daughter’s twentieth birthday, it is only about a week that passes before the Sar-kuhn make a comeback. Seemingly having bolstered their military out of thin air, with new ships, weapons, and their own power-armor they begin invading outer-rim colonies to surround the Novan empire. Mulcibus is attacked, and Ratione is forced back into fighting in order to defend his home. After about a month of a one-sided siege, the Novan military garrison convinces the Sar-Kuhn naval fleet to allow all women and children to evacuate the planet while leaving all of the men behind. The Sar-Kuhn do not go back on their agreement, and in the final defense the Novans are defeated in one last stand.
When everything suddenly goes black for Ratione while he is surrounding by axes and spears, his blood on his visor and the ground, gasping for air, he is suspended in darkness for what feels like eternity.
Then, a bright white figure of bizarre proportions appears, telling the Novan their name, where he is, and what the world he is about to enter holds for him.

Physical Description: (originals only)
Novans are incredibly humanoid, however in earlier generations of the Three-Thousand Years War they have some distinct differences.
First off, their legs resemble those of saurian raptors. They have large and long feet, the heel extending off the ground and giving the appearance of “bending backward”, their five toes being a little more elongated and thicker than our own. They lack claws, but their nails are still thick. They are also slimmer and more “straight” in comparison to raptor legs.
Novan heads are somewhat oblong, akin to an australopithecus skull. Their ears are small and close to the sides of the head. Novans still have flat faces, but the eyes are slanted and the jaw line somewhat more pronounced. Their noses are also consistently small and narrow.
In terms of hair, it is almost the exact same as a humans in terms of growth, types, and range of colors. Same goes for eye color.
Novans are on average taller than humans, the shortest Novans being around five feet and the tallest being almost eight feet tall. As such their limb proportions are longer but still even with the rest of the body. Arms, hands and torso are very similar to humans, however female breasts never get very large. Novan skin is also somewhat rougher than human skin, not so much leather-like in texture but definitely never very smooth.
Novan teeth are also more primitive, with small and sharp canines. These never really grow too far out.
Specifically, Ratione is around six and a half feet in height. He is built and physically fit. Eyes are hazel, and hair is a dark brown and is cut short against the scalp.
On his armor: As said it fully encloses the user, and the design reflecting that of general western European plate armor, specifically the mid to late-medieval periods. While the plates themselves are basically invulnerable to swords, small-caliber bullets, and most other solid projectiles (arrows and stuff), like actual plate armor, if joints are targeted or the armor’s power source is damaged it can render Ratione completely immobile in one or more or even all portions of the armor. Lasers and plasmas weapons do have the ability to cut through the plate, however. Extreme temperatures can also overpower life-support and either freeze or boil Ratione inside the suit. The only distinguishing properties are the leg armor, which has to be forged to different proportions, and the characteristic Novan helm. The suit’s energy reserves can last up to three or so days, which then varies on amount of usage. In heavy fighting this time can be halved. The suit must then be recharged, either with raw energy or some other sufficient power source.
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Very basic representation of the pattern. Most if not all Novan helms followed a similar design, with the two prongs in the front protecting the visor where a virtual HUD appears. With the suit Ratione is easily seven feet tall. When Ratione appears at the Nexus he is fully armored, and his suit has a full charge.

Stats:

ATK:2
DEF:2
SPD:2
TEC:4

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength (1000 OM): Without his power armor, Ratione is still physically built and trained in martial arts (Novan martial arts is largely the same as human martial arts), his calves, forearms, and back being where most of his muscle comes from.

Starting Powers:
Super Speed (1000 OM): When it concerns speed, Ratione’s armor technically only enhances the user’s strength. It does this by detecting muscle movements and causing the armor to move with the body, and eliminate work load. Thus Ratione can leap incredible distances with each step, up to twenty meters each.
Advanced Super Jumping (500 OM): Ratione’s armor has a jump pack on his back. While not allowing flight, it can accelerate him up to ten miles per hour in any direction it’s pointed at.
Basic Enhanced Senses (short range radar, radius of twenty meters. Displays basic geography and most high-profile movement) (1400)
Important thing to note
These enhancements are only given by Ratione’s advanced power armor. If he is caught in combat without it he is at a severe disadvantage, but still dangerous to an extent.

Starting Moves:
Novan Hand-and-a-Half Sword (600 OM): Ratione uses his sword. The sword does have a function to open up and reveal a smaller greatsword that is light enough to be wielded without the suit’s strength enhancement. The design is similar medieval European bastard-swords, with a straight crossguard and a hilt long enough to be wielded with two hands but also able to be wielded with one (when using in a two-handed fashion, Ratione would be gripping the pommel). The blade itself is a full meter long, with an extra .3 meters being added by the hilt. In its secondary form, the blade itself is only .7 meters long, with .1 meters being added on by the hilt (proportions can always be changed since I’m terrible at visualizing length). Made similarly to his armor, so it the primary form is incredibly heavy at around twenty or so pounds, whereas the secondary form is only around seven or eight.

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This is an alt for Aadibah.

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“Sir! Sir, wake up!”


The gunsmith snapped awake, his eyes briefly glowing white. His back felt like hell, probably from the rock hard, leather sleeping bag he was laying on. He looked around, seeing he was inside his white, military tent.


“S-Sir..” he said, twiddling his gloved fingers as Ballad glared at him, “I... I was informed to wake you up. It-It's time, sir.”


“Time...” the gunner repeated. He brought his hand to his face, lightly pinching the brim of his nose as the memories of the past few months surged through his mind.


“Yes.... it is time.”

Quote:Ballad's Intro Post complete! The next intro Post goes to Connor!

Basically a pit where we can dump our music here.

As the creator of this thread, I shall now dump my first official piece here.

https://soundcloud.com/erpent453/a-shadow-of-a-man

The Piece is called A Shadow of a Man, and is the current version of SPB's Theme. I intend to extend it and eventually work it into a battle theme.

The instruments used are Organ, Violin, Harpsichord, and a keen ear can find a harp.

Let me know what you think!

It was the last wave. The tides of oncoming robots never seemed to end. The Engineer ran back and forth, working with his BLU counterpart to maintain dispensers and sentries along the defensive line, and to lend extra firepower where it was needed.

Then, it was over.

   The endless horde had met it's end in front of the smoking barrels of his and his companion's weapons. Cries of celebration were thrown to the sky, drinks were shared, hugs and high-fives were exchanged. It was finally over...


But it wasn't.


   Without warning, the robots swarmed the celebrating REDs and BLUs. Grey Mann had finally caught them off guard. The Engineer scrambled to his post, desperately trying to mount a defense. But it was too late. The ticking was already upon him. Around him. Sentry Busters. Giant bombs on fast-moving mechanical legs. The Engineer swore. "Dammit..." then the world went black as the giant bombs detonated.

   Waiting for the miraculous Respawn device he had created to bring him back from the dead, Dell Conagher wondered why everything was still dark. Usually he'd be able to glimpse the battlefield through the eyes of his teammates or cameras on the walls, but something was different this time.

   Then the silhouette appeared, and Dell heard the voice of the being.

Quote:My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. 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. 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.” 

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