I really like how vast and all encompassing the Omniverse is, however I've noticed that the main way to get the information you need is by reading an other's forum or digging though 40-60 pages of quick questions. Because of how verbose most of us are this makes for a lot of time spent reading. If your looking for something specific about the world you can spend hours reading page after page and still not find what your looking for. It's for these reasons that I want to ask if you'll allow me to write information for the verses. If you do I will post them in their own forum with clear titles and y'all can use whatever chunks of it you think are worth posting in the information topics of those verses. If this kind of thing is not possible I understand, but I really love what y'all have created and I would love to expand on it and make it more accessible as a setting for us newer members.

*ZURK SOLDIERS INCOMPLETE*

For my fanfics outside Omniverse, my characters don't have a single picture to their name because I am not very skilled at drawing. Anyway, the whole point of this post is to have you send in your creative interpretation of my OCs' appearance. I will put a link to this thread in my FanFiction profile, so everyone can see what my OCs might look like. I'm in the process of rebooting my only canon story, The Trixiest Match Ever, so that's another reason why I'm doing this. Read it for backstory info. (NOTE: I made some of the info here vague intentionally because I'd like to see my characters rendered with your creativity as well.)

Character appearances with pictures and text

Retronaut:

Head: http://oddstuffmagazine.com/wp-content/u..._thumb.jpg (Replace the gold with white)

Body: http://tfwiki.net/mediawiki/images2/9/95...IModel.jpg (Take out the tail and replace the red with white)

Taunorter:

His appearance is the same as Retronaut's but he has a tail and his coloration is black (and red in some places).

Crichax:

A golden cloud-like being with one glowing white eye (It has no pupil or iris.)

Zurk Soldiers:

(In case you were wondering, yes, the builder of these guys stole the name of the army from Zemerik's Zurk and the design of Megatron's Vehicons on purpose as an act of spite to both of the villains. In some of my later stories there are Evil Zurk, but they just have a logo differentiating them from the good ones, so there's no need to draw them.)

Computer: http://vignette3.wikia.nocookie.net/olog...0708193919 (Something similar to this but with an opaque gray head)

The album is out! It's a small group of covers I did while trying to write my own album. These were tests across five different programs. I sincerely hope you enjoy it.


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Although it is still going to be a while till I bring in Spartan-813, I was wondering what would happen to Valkyrie if he were to die here, cause she is keeping a big secret. Valkyrie is an A.I. She kinda lives in 813's armor.

I'm not sure how many people understand the concepts of gender, but I prefer my gender fluidity. If you don't know what Gender Fluidity is, I can be considered male, or female, at any given moment, mental wise. Simply put, sometimes I act male, sometimes I act female. To straighten this up, I'll come up with a gender identity. If your not sure what pronouns to call me, use female or general. She or they. If you wish to use a name, call me Dawn, or simply by my character otherwise. This was just something on my mind I wanted to share with you guys, if it doesn't matter much to you then carry on. If you wish to comment on my inane state of mind, please do so, I will not be offended.

Side note: If you don't know already, I'm a male in sex.

Intro, Omni's Freshman Orientation speech

Welcome to OHS Freshman! My name is Omni, Principle of the Omniverse High School, and this is not the world you once knew. At this fine institution, we strive to guide you young teenagers down the quest of knowledge,so that you may become better citizens in our Omniverse world. During all school hours, all weapons, powers and any other lethal items are confiscated. Fighting here is extremely discouraged. Now go, I'll be watching, and waiting.

Rules:
-No weapons or abilities.
-All participants are starting as new Freshman, on the bus ride to school. Everyone will ride the same bus together.
-Time will flow in my perspective. I will do a kind of narrative thing where I control the time based on players' posts. Say everyone posts. I read over and amount up how much time may have passed between the combined posts, and move on accordingly, if that doesn't make sense, PM me or something and I'll try to explain it better.
-4 periods a day. Will also include a bus ride to the school, and an after school time for club and sports. After those event's end, the next day will start on the bus ride to school.
-In-Character posts are not rated by the ESRB.(Posts my vary in content)
-You are limited to your Primes and Secondaries including NPC's. You can use one or all, but you're responsible for typing their responses and posts.
-If I presume you've become stagnant without your communication to me, time will move on without you, but you will still be carried on with the rest of the players, just unspoken for.
-I, Akame/Amber, will start us off, so please don't post until I get things rolling.
-Lastly, fighting is possible. It happens in school, expect consequence, however, including detention and suspension. (Players can't be expelled)

(If you have a suggestion or comment, please post it in this thread!

Soo, yeah. SRB2 is a PC game based off of the classic Sonic games, but in 3D. It's extremely well-made, and I encourage you to check it out. Download it here.


I occasionally run a multiplayer server on the game, called "CCIO's Omniverse Room." Feel free to join in the shenanigans. I'll post here whenever I'm setting up a game.

Arthuria had rode on her motor driven steed for approximately fifteen minutes, before she reached the gate once more. The guards or such she’d ran into on her first visit were no longer there, but that wouldn’t stop her from actually entering this time, as she steeled herself to the upcoming portal passage. She hadn’t done it in a while, and certainly not in this realm, so she wasn’t quite sure what to expect. But considering her extraordinary riding skills, she wasn’t exactly scared either.

Whoom.

The knight and her mechanical steed passed through the portal without a hitch, as she slowed her speed down to a complete halt for a moment just eyeing her surroundings, curious about where she had arrived after her journey through the portal. As her leg supported both her own weight and the bike, keeping them upright, Arthuria noted that it wasn’t exactly hard to gain her whereabouts. This was mostly because far (very far) off in the distance there seemed to be some kind of a humongous citadel, perhaps a fort. And because she was on a dirt road that was lined by fairly regular green leaved trees, but which at the same time were scarce enough to allow the knight to observe to a fairly large distance. There were also humongous stones around the gate she was at, perhaps functioning as some kind of a landmark, she deduced. But one thing was certain. This was not the Camelot she had known and ruled.

But that was all something she could ponder during travel, the Knight thought as she decided to for now, follow the road further along. Turning the gas, and lifting her leg from the ground and settling it onto the pedestal, the knight sped forth along the road, this time however traveling with slower speeds, both due to the fact that she wished to observe her surroundings during the travel, and because she wasn’t certain if something would try to stop her or such.

After what seemed like half an hour, Arthuria noticed that she was arriving to a medium sized outskirts village. She figured that the town had grown due to the fact that this seemed to be the only road from the portal toward the center. So it would likely gather a lot of merchants and traders, as well as an influx of travelers. So it was in a way a perfect spot for a town to form. Considering that her means of travel made quite unusual sounds on a continuous basis, the knight gathered a fair few looks, before the people deduced that it was just another Prime, on their way to Camelot.

Except that this time, that prime would stop. Arthuria pulled her bike to the side of a building, where there were horses.. Though considering she had a fair bit of experience with the creatures, she had enough foresight to turn off the engine more than enough ahead of time, and just allow the machine to slide the rest of the way, before she kicked the leg to support it, and rose off of the bike, slipping the keys into her pocket as she did so. Eyeing her surrounds for a moment, the girl picking out one of the people just walking along, as she approached them, opening her mouth in a respectful greeting.

”Excuse me, could you possibly help me out?” the knight called causing the male to stop, turning around to face his caller. ”Hm? Yes, I guess so..? What can I help you with?” was the response the knight received. Judging from the girl’s outfit, the male deduced her to be either a new prime, or just someone who hadn’t visited here before. But she certainly stood out of the people as a prime.

The knight responded with a calmly presented series of questions. “I was wondering if you could possibly tell me, what is the name of this town, and if there is a tavern here? And if at all possible, could you inform me what kind of currency do you use here in this realm?” All of them were fairly basic questions, very basic information. Yet all of them were necessary for Arthuria to understand this world’s workings.

From the questions, the man deduced with ease, that this was indeed a new prime. No experienced Prime would ask such things. They just created everything they desired, and went on their way. Money? It had no meaning to them, neither did material possessions. And honestly, when they could harness the power of creating whatever they wanted, basically out of thin air..? How could he blame them from using such power. But despite all of his annoyance, he decided he’d respond anyway, simply due to the Prime’s respectful nature. ”The name of this town is Amlan. As for the tavern, you can find it by following along this road. ‘s labeled by what it is. A tavern. Currency? Gold, silver and bronze coins.” his response was delivered with a nearly monotonous tone, as if he would’ve given this litany countless times before, yet he kept his thoughts to himself.

”Thank you for your time, Sir.” the Knight thanked, bowing ever so slightly in respect, the man simply nodding slightly before continuing on his own to where ever he had been headed to begin with. Saber on the other hand decided to head for the tavern, now that she knew where it was located. Maybe there, she could find what she needed.

Got some ideas. What do you think? In order of how much thought I've given them:

Talindaar (Draenei Paladin OC)

Pros:
- Interesting powers
- A true good guy, plus a little on the dumb side; would be fun to write as
- Built like a brick shithouse and hits like a train
- Can think of some good stories
- Would be more inclined to be a group rper with this guy

Cons:
- Somewhat restricted on powers/moves
- Would have no morally grey area
- A lot of ally skills (healing, buff) aren't all that 'powerful' in the classic sense, may be hard to come up with moves

Ysera (Warcraft)

Pros:
- Cool powers/history. Could make some powers up
- Different personality to most others, would be more pacifist, moves based on debilitating instead of damaging, would be cool
- Could establish a new Emerald Dream in the Astral Realm

Cons:
- May be difficult to stray from a protectionist, conservative viewpoint (in my mind)
- I feel I may have trouble finding her character as I did Link

Archon (Protoss OC)

Pros:
- A flawed Archon, made from High and Dark Templar: lots of interesting development options
- Powers would be fun
- (maybe con?) A challenge to write someone who doesn't have facial features beyond eye movements

Cons:
- Not as many story ideas outside of history driven motives
- Would probably like a magic/high fantasy character instead of an alien/tech based one for variety

Earthworm Jim

Pros:
- Funny, lighthearted, non-serious character would be great to write as
- Interesting array of powers
- Another true, non-corruptible good guy

Cons:
- Novelty may wear off after a while
- Pulling off a funny character might not work well

Ziggs (LoL)

Pros:
- Insane in a way that tickles me. High energy, enthusiastic.
- Inventor, so plenty of story fodder

Cons:
- There's only so many things you can do with bombs
- The character whom I've given the least amount of consideration to

Bright lights are nothing new to me.

Sure. I spend most of my days locked in an office tucked in the darker, murkier corners of Hell’s Kitchen. That’s true. Sue me.

But thanks to the bling hanging from the neck of local pimps, I’m used to sparkles. There’s nothing quite like the special glimmer of a freshly spit-shined dollar sign hanging just below the obnoxious Adam’s apple of a mofo dressed like Huggy Bear from Starsky and Hutch.

The movie, I mean. So basically Snoop Dogg.

You see, my part of New York City contains all sorts of low-life punks, but most of them are super down on their luck so the glossy, showoff sons of bitches tend to stick out. I don’t handle pretentious fucks very well, so naturally their jewelry requires another little rub with a Clorox alcohol wipe after they’ve had a little run in with me. Which they usually do, one way or another. Sometimes it’s because they pissed off the wrong person, but mostly it’s just because they’re unlucky. Caught up in a Ponzi scheme they didn’t even see coming.

I see most things coming. I can only think of a few times in my life when someone has actually managed to take me by surprise. A surprise birthday party, one time—though looking back I really should’ve seen the signs—and maybe Kilgrave. Just… all of Kilgrave. Oh, and now. Definitely now.

Seriously, though: imagine the shock a person must feel to be staring at the greatest and most extravagant city in the world one second and absolutely nothing in the next. It’s more than a little disorienting, if I’m being honest with you.

Well, I guess “nothing” is a bit of an exaggeration. There’s a fountain.

…why the ever-loving fuck is there a fountain?

I’ve always possessed one of the paler complexions in the world, so maybe my threshold for things like this got fucked up a little. But I’m not joking when I say that the floor (and essentially everything else surrounding me) is totally and completely white. Like, as if the world around me had just been sloshed with a giant vat of toxic vanilla ice cream. That’d be a helluva bullshit way to get superpowers, I think. You’d be like Mint-Berry Crunch from South Park.

Clichés will be clichés, I suppose, but things are cliché for a reason, so I waste no time sliding up the sleeve of my leather jacket and pinching myself. It hurts. I go nowhere.

And immediately, I’m thinking of all the worst things, right? I died and went to heaven, which means there’s actually a heaven and now I have to pay Trish, like, my weight in cash. Except, of course, I’m dead, so how exactly am I going to do that?

There are no clouds here, though, and no glowing angels with giant, obnoxious eagle wings floating down to point me in the right direction. So where the hell am I, then? Purgatory? Some sort of other afterlife the good religions of the world could never have predicted? A giant box where my soul is trapped for eternity?

No, not trapped, I think. Something’s coming into focus far away. A gate. Several of them, actually, on all sides of me. I rotate around, taking them all in.

As my revolution finishes, I’m looking back where I started except it’s noticeably less empty than before. Some cocksucker in a suit of unfortunately sterile-looking armor is standing in front of me. He’s got that ‘legs shoulder-width apart, gun down but ready to fire’ position going, and I suddenly become aware that any direction I run is a direction with no cover whatsoever. If this guy can aim worth anything, he’ll probably gun me down within a few steps.

Of course, I don’t run.

“Yes?” I say, sliding my hands into my pockets. Act like you’re supposed to be here, Jessica. Everything is totally normal.

“Identify yourself,” the asshole drones.

Wait a second—is this one of the guys from Star Wars that can’t aim worth shit? I’m suddenly feeling much more confident about my escape chances, if so. But to be honest, I’d never really been a big Star Wars fan—I’d just seen the memes—so without being able to say for sure, I stay put. For now.

“How about you tell me your name and I keep mine to myself?”

“I go by the designation TR-8R,” the Stormtrooper responds curtly, “and I must insist on you following your orders and revealing your identity to me, prime.”

“Prime?” I wonder aloud. What the hell does that mean? All of a sudden, I remember the little glowing man that spewed some bullshit to me about a new world or whatever. Honestly, I hadn’t really had my wits about me whenever I got swept away from reality (thanks, Jack D) and so I hadn’t really retained much of what the little guy had said, but now, stuck here in the worst place ever to have a hangover, I feel much more sober and much more confused in general about what the hell words like “Omniverse” and “Omnilium” and other bullshit with the prefix “Omni” tacked on the front of it mean.

I start to make connections. This guy’s white. The creepy dude who obviously wasn’t creative enough to think up nifty names for everything in this nightmare I’m stuck in was white. This whole room is white. Maybe it’s all connected.

“I’m Jessica,” I shrug, deciding it’s no huge deal for this guy to know my name. “Do you work for Omni Whatshisfuck?”

“What? Do I work for Omni?” the trooper asks, recoiling a bit. “Um, no, not exactly—” he stammers a bit as I made my way toward him, closing the gap of empty space separating us. For a second, we both stare at each other, him through his weird little visor and me through hangover goggles. Seriously, guys, my head is pounding.

“Okay, then I don’t feel bad about this. Not that I really would anyway.”

I sock him in the jaw. Pretty hard.