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Character name: Eon (Heaven’s Last Angel) Saverem

Character source: Own Creation via Trigun Universe

Character history: The Plant had been cracked by Hoppered the Gauntlet’s attack, it seemed as though it could explode at any moment. Vash pressed his hands against the glass, he spoke to it. The power pulsating from the Plant seemed critical, but as he talked his words seemed to sooth the rampant power fluxes bringing them to a stable level. Vash smiled and, for a moment, believed a face within the Plant smiled back, then a final cry of defiance hailed from the Gung-Ho Gun as he launched himself at the Plant breaking through the glass and causing it to detonate! (Unbeknownst to Vash the 2nd Plant on the ship had also been destroyed simultaneously by Grey the Nine Lives) The Ship in which the Plant was powering, plummeted towards the ground losing power and the ability to sustain flight.

The nightmare came to an end as Vash and his companions salvaged what was left of the ordeal, and with an optimistic gaze towards the future the survivors decided to start a new life on the surface. Vash and the others headed their separate way and those left behind began burying their deceased and started repairs on the Plants. Regrettably, The Plant destroyed by Grey the Nine Lives could not be repaired. Although the Plant thought to be destroyed by Hoppered the Gauntlet’s final attack, somehow, was able to continue to output a small reserve of power to the ship.

There was a large portion of the Plant’s glass casing missing, yet a faint glow remained. When the Old Doctor approached the Plant he noticed the glow coming from the hole, reaching out his hand he was shocked to feel a soft film like barrier! He moved closer to inspect the Plant and as he peered inside what he saw he almost couldn’t comprehend. Had he seen an infant? He kept what he saw to himself and explained to the rest of the crew that he could finish repairs here and for them to focus their efforts elsewhere. Alone he watched what he could only describe as a miracle, as the plant gave birth to a baby boy within only a couple of hours. He took the child in his arms, it crying out, and he realized that what had happened there on his own ship was the same miracle that had happened on their forefathers’ ship over a century ago. It was then that he decided to name the boy Eon… Eon Saverem, Heaven’s Last Angel.

Only a year later and the child resembled a boy of at least 10 years of age. It was impossible to keep his growth a secret from the others or the boy himself. The Old Doctor explained to the crew members, what were now the residents of a small town, what Eon was and what a blessing he was. When it came time to tell Eon, he told him as much as he could to the best of his knowledge.

Eon was treated as one of their own, they loved him and he loved them. He enjoyed his life with the town people, though something always plagued his mind. A vision? Or was it an Illusion? Or could it be a memory… of a man, with blonde and kind eyes. Who was it? Eon needed to find out. After only two years living in the town, Eon, who appeared to be in his 20s, explained to everyone he was leaving to find the man from his memory.

Eon was not completely prepared for the world outside his home town. The ones that raised him were kind and caring people, and the ones he more frequently ran into on his journey were far from that. Cruelty, greed and hatred surrounded him and began to alter his perception of the world he had thought it to be. He learned quick how to defend himself, the ways of a gunslinger. Never taking a life though, he had been taught no one had the right to take a life. So whenever a fight did break out, the first opportunity he had to escape he took. This search continued for nearly two years, until one day while in a bar of a small town he came across a wanted poster. It nearly made his heart stop… it was the man from his memory,

Dear Dataverse,
Since my coming to the Omniverse I've been treated to great minds, involved in a war not my own, witnessed the banishing of sentients, discovered through media what became of my world after the Second World War and more than anything I realize now that there are few factions isolated enough to avoid being involved with others. The biggest of such is led by my former headmaster Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, to be involved in that education system is to be subject to that state's traditions and bylaws.

This is Unacceptable.

Soon I shall be bringing about the full glory of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but I can only staff it with so many Secondaries, there are limits to my power at the moment and more so to theirs. So thus I will be interested to aid and accept all those wishing to help spread the magic of the arcane crafts to all those willing, able to listen and practice them. Progress for progress sake, not for the welfare of the state but rather the Arts themselves and the people who use them.

I am painfully aware I am not of Instructorship material, so I'm seeking out knowledge from all willing and taking suggestions to improve the concept on. If nothing else, my frequent perusal of modern movies has shown me that the universe and by extension the multiverse holds something much more vast than my little corner of the Wizarding World had been. While I

Thoughts, comments, suggestions and unhelpful nonconstructive criticisms wrought by ignorance?

Sincerely and Always,
David Monroe

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Character name: The Humble Sage (name: Reynold del'Ortine)

Character source: Original

Character history:
Reynold hails from the kingdom of Shallot, and belongs to a noble family of middling influence. The third Son of Viscount del'Ortine he knew that he was unlikely to have much success in the political sphere, and decided at an early age to instead become a Battle-mage, in the hopes that his exploits on the battlefield would garner him recognition and prestige. His father sent him to train at one of the foremost academies in the kingdom, where he studied under the finest war-wizards of the kingdom. Reynold was incredibly studious, interacting as little as possible with the other students, and spending long nights pouring over the techniques of various great Battle-mages.
Despite this, he was sent away from the academy in under a year. Though he was moderately competent at the combat techniques of the War-wizard, Reynold did not posses enough attunement to properly wield magic, and could only manage simple cantrips. Both Reynold and his father were extremely dissatisfied with this outcome, and there was a festering animosity between them. After a particularly heated argument about Reynold enlisting as a squire, the fourteen wintered boy left one night to seek his fortune alone.
He was jumped by bandits three hours outside of town.
Deciding that he was likely off noble birth, the bandits planned to hold him for ransom, and sent messengers into town to ascertain his identity. Reynold spent the next three weeks a prisoner, alone and angry at himself and the world. Eventually, another prisoner was brought in by the bandits, an old sage, with drooping eyelids. The bandits were unable to find Reynold's family, as Viscount del'Ortine had refused to acknowledge the boy was his. Their leader was becoming increasingly frustrated with the affair, and could be heard every so often saying that they would be better off killing the extra mouths to feed.
This situation continued for another two weeks, during which time, the Sage Wilkyn managed through gentle persistence to break through the walls of rage that Reynold had built up around himself. Reynold learned of the Sages quest for knowledge, and found that it aligned well with his own skills. Focused on knowledge and intellect, but only lightly caressing the realms of the supernatural.
Reynold resolved that if he survived the current situation he would pursue the life of a scholar, and seek out lores from across the land. His opportunity came when the woodsmen of the Lower Dale raided the bandit lair in retaliation for a recent attack. During the fighting, Sage Wilkyn was shot by a stray arrow and the frail man died in Reynold's arms. In a fell fury, Reynold grabbed for the nearest weapon and entered the fray.
The leader of the Woodsmen, a slender elf known as Yianna, told Reynold that he was indebted to the village for them saving him, and when Reynold explained his disowned status instead took him back with them as an indentured servant. Reynold learned small amounts of woodcraft from the next three years he spent in the village, and after the threat of banditry in the area increased, Yianna even tutored him the military traditions of the Woodsmen.
The agile, acrobatic style of combat suited Reynold much better, and he became adept at counters and parries, always favoring a defensive fighting stance. He learned much from the wood elf, and after his three years of servitude were finished, he bid the village farewell, and traveled to the capital, where he obtained a position as a clerical scribe for the royal court. Reynold worked diligently, copying texts and accounts swiftly. In his free time he would seek out important works of lore, and began to accumulate what works he could to start a personal collection.
He had continued in this role for five years when Omni summoned him to the Nexus.

Physical Description: (originals only)
Reynold is by no means imposing, being only average in height and generally less buff than your standard prime. His brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, and his nose is slightly owlish. He is dressed in a reddish-brown tunic and has a slightly darker scarlet robe for more formal occasions. He wears a pair of comfortable moccasins, but has a pair of solid boots for more extreme travels. He has a satchel that he keeps over his shoulder which contains his writing utensils to record lores from across the Omniverse, as well as to store the books he uses for his "magic" he currently only has space for about three books in the satchel, and therefore will have limited uses of those abilities. He needs reading glasses to be able to read for extended periods


Stats:
ATK: 1
DEF: 3
SPD: 1
TEC: 5

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength (1000 OM)
Area Shield Proficiency (400 OM)

(1400 OM)

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat (400 OM)
Super Jump, Basic (300 OM)
Enhanced Senses, Basic (1400 OM)

(2100 OM)

Starting Moves:

Dueling Cane combat (requires Physical Strength) (300 OM)
A solid Ashen cane about 2.5 feet in length with a leather grip. Though not heavy enough be useful as a straight up bludgeoning weapon; it is well balanced, and allows for very precise and rapid strikes. Reynold uses this to aim for the weak points of an opponent, such as the back of the knee or pressure points, because without this precision the weapon will be rather ineffective.

Knowledge is my shield (Requires Area Shield Proficiency) (300 OM)
Opening a book, the words fly out of the pages and begin to swirl around Reynold. The words mesh together to form a shield against an incoming attack. This takes approximately 15 seconds to fully form, although If an attack occurs before this time, the words that have already begun moving will move to block to the best of their ability. This is most effective against energy attacks, and other attacks with large surface areas. Small sharp attacks have a decent chance of puncturing the shield without large amounts of resistance. Reynold is unable to move or attack while this is occurring, but the words will fade away in about a minute, or after the attack has occurred.

The Pen is mightier than the sword – Tier 1 Super Move - 600 OM (requires Physical Strength)
Opening a book, Reynold holds it above his head , and the words begin to crawl out, forming sharp talons that slash forth at his enemy. The word-blades target a single foe within eight feet in front of Reynold, and continue to strike quickly for a good 5-10 seconds. The blades are very swift but a sufficiently skilled combatant could probably counter them with the proper amount of skill.
(1200 OM)

Equipment:

Lexistone (communicator) (200 OM)
A small amber stone that glows softly when spoken into or transmitting a message. The Lexistone is approximately fist sized and somewhat roughly surfaced, as grinding the stone too much can destroy its magical properties.

Dueling Cane and A couple of books, as well as writing equipment.

(Total Spent: 4900 OM)


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(NOTE: The word-based magic was not possible back in Reynold's homeworld, but is instead a product something from the Omniverse, as such Reynold does not have a lot of experience with these techniques, nor know why they work.)

Akame's wandering was getting her no where. She had been walking for an hour now in no general direction, taking note of the gates in the distance. Each one having been about equal distance from the place she had appeared in, which she was sticking relatively close to. The gates each had different appearances that were hardly distinguishable from this distance.

However, she did see something that was way too distinguishable to not examine. Green hair and a trench coat? There was no one else that could be; it was Lubbock. Yeah, she was sure of it. She rushed off towards the figure to get a better look. She wanted to believe it, but there's no way he could be here, right?

Akame approached the figure, his back was turned and he was too distracted by something to notice her approach. It looked like he was messing around on his phone or something. "L-Lubbock? Is that you? That can't be you." She spoke like something was lodged in her throat, the build up of happiness would easily be crushed if this wasn't who she thought it was.

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I'm just curious, and i'm sorry.

Heat was the first sensation Koal felt when he came to. His eyes felt heavy, and his limbs responded slowly. His eyelashes fluttered as they open, adjusting to the lack of true light. His face was covered with ash and dust, his eyes felt dry and raw, as if he had spent the last lifetime rubbing them constantly. Koal groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, positioning an arm under him so he could try and stand. It was a grueling task, filled with pain as his muscles flexed and lifted him off the ground. The half-demon wasn't sure why his body felt this way, it certainly hadn't responded this way when he had entered Camelot. But after his preliminary analysis of this verse, this place was a stark contrast to the green, prosperous land that was Camelot. Rocky outcroppings that seemed capable of impaling people, towering volcanoes that blocked out the sky with ash, and super-heated magma flows seemed to be the overall theme here.

Koal let out a dry cough, his body working hard to expel the ash from his lungs. After a few rather loud heaves, Koal stood shakily on his feet, swaying slightly. " What the hell is this place?" Koal's voice sounded scratchy and underused. He was starting to regret coming here already, but he couldn't leave. Not yet. Whatever the hell Seraph wanted him o find was here, he could feel it calling to him, beckoning him closer. He needed to find his two companions so they could start to move. 'They shouldn't be far.' Koal's thoughts felt different, too. Darker, more sinister. As if this place brought out something in him.

Koal shook his head to dispel the dark thoughts that dominated his mind. He was going to need clarity if he was to enact the plan he had formed. Koal turned around and cast his gaze around, searching for his master and rival apprentice. He found the latter leaned against a large boulder, seemingly unconscious but unharmed. Koal rushed forward and inspected the older sith for any signs of injury. He seemed fine, other than the fact that his pristine white mask, was cracked just under the left eye. Nihilus would not be fond of that.

The half-demon gripped the sith by the shoulders and gently shook him to try and rouse him from his forced slumber. It didn't work. Koal sat on his heels and contemplated a way to wake his master. The sith were very paranoid, so would a fake attempt to take his life work? Or a better question, if it did, would Koal survive the encounter? Koal shrugged and stood, drawing the hilt of his silver lightsaber as he did so. He settled into a slightly sloppy stance and stuck down, missing his master's head by a grand total of two inches. The resulting hiss and crackle of the lightsaber cutting through the rock, accompanied by the sparks that pelted the side of his face, Nihilus was awoken. The Dark Lord repulsed the demon backwards, flipping onto his feet as he did so. Koal landed on his feet, as he was prepared for the action.

The Master and Apprentice stared into the others eyes, trying to discern the opposition's intentions...

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