Name: Rin Takao
Level: 1
Spent OM: 3800
Proficiencies: (2000); Ranged Proficiency (1000), Physical Strength (1000)
Powers: (1500); Hive mind (400 OM), Super Jumping - Basic (300 OM), Disassemble (800 OM)
Moves: (300); Magnum Revolver (300),
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Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 3
TEC: 2

It was the thunder that woke her up. Not the constant drone of the engine, the propellers, the creaking and shuttering of the flimsy steel frame that travelled at ten thousand feet in the air.

Thunder was all she had been hearing for the past year. Thunder from her enemy. Thunder from their guns, their bombs, their canons, their metal beasts that rumbled through the land on mechanical hearts. Thunder was such a familiar sound to her, yet unlike so many other things she could never get used to it. What came after the thunder though… that was true terror.

Aadibah liked being in control, and the sudden crack, hiss, pop of a .50 caliber round signaling an attack created situations full of the opposite. Soldiers, her own and the enemy’s, screaming and shouting and yelling, everyone trying to make sense of what the hell just happened. Of course you never had time to think, not in a fight. You only had to let yourself go through the motions, to repeat the actions you have been drilled to follow.

“Aadibah.” A voice shook her out of her trance. The woman hadn’t realized she’d fallen back asleep, and the hand shaking her shoulder elicited a jerk. Her head whipped forward from leaning against the back of the seat, and Aadibah could see an older man, pushing into his thirties, looking at her.

“Aadibah, we’re close to the drop zone. Everyone’s ready.” He continued, hooking a thumb down the length of the interior. The woman leaned forward, seeing several other men and women all geared up, each in a similar seat.

She rubbed her eyes, sleep making her vision foggy. She picked out eye boogers before replying to her lieutenant.

“What’s our ETA?” Her voice was low and grumbly, she had to clear her throat in order to speak intelligibly.

“Around half an hour now. There’s a problem though.”

“Of course there is.”

“They might know you’re here.”

Aadibah’s eyes shot back up, staring into her squad member’s own.

“What makes you say this?”

“There’s increased security on the border. We just managed to slip by a small scout fleet.”

“Anything on the ground?”

“AA guns, deployed just far enough apart that they just barely cover each other’s radii.”

“Kess Ikhtak!” Aadibah cursed under her breath.

The man winced, his expression turning guilty. “I am sorry, Aadibah. No one knows how this happened.”

Aadibah cringed at herself. Taavetti was a caring man, he didn’t need her scorn. He’d only signed up for this mission to fill the last slot before his son could try and get in.

“We’ll be alright. I’m pretty sure there was no way to avoid this.” She could only guess a rat had somehow gained the information necessary to predict her position at this current time. When this mission was over, Aadibah was going to be busy plugging up leaks.

The intercom crackled to life, “ETA twenty minutes.” The commander took this as her cue to pull back the sleeve on her left arm, revealing a digital dashboard. On it were virtual pressure gauges and system read outs. She initiated a diagnostics check, and the on-board computer returned with green lights all around.

Aadibah typed in a string of commands into the touchpad, and suddenly her body began emanating a low hum, and eventually the engine of a small air compressor activating drew everyone’s attention to her.

“You’ve all been debriefed on the intel we have as well as the restrictions we are putting ourselves under. We’re going in deep, friends, we’re here to get in and get out. Not to advance our line.” A formality, really. Aadibah knew these soldiers. They were competent, and they followed orders. They could stick to a plan, but they could also adapt.

Again the co-pilot’s voice filled the cabin, “Fifteen minutes, we’ll be opening the bay doors in five. We’ll be dropping you about twenty kilometers outside of the original LZ. We apologize for the inconvenience, and would like to thank you for choosing death-wish airlines.” The pilots’ laughter was clearly audible before the intercom popped off.

Aadibah and the others chuckled as she undid her straps, standing up and stretching her-

TING-BPHOOOM!

Before the blackness came, all Aadibah could feel was her friends' screams.

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

Quote:"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 …"

Quote:"I’ll be watching …"

Quote: "… and waiting.”

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Jay breath in deeply as his vision slowly returned. His head was pounding and his stomach churned like a nasty storm was sloshing around in it. He lurched forward hacking up the contents of his stomach which had been some seafood. His right hand steadied him while his left held his stomach as he continued to hurl.

His breathing evened out as he stopped hurling. His wiped his mouth on his left sleeve as he tried to stand. He stumbled a little but soon got his balance the bright light of the room seem to sting his eye. This only made his head pound harder. He looked around at his surrounding he was near some kind of Fountain. His memories of what happened flood his mind. “ What interest can I be to someone named Omni?” The words slipped from his mouth almost silently.

He tried to cover himself in a dark shroud but found that his powers were not responding. “ Damn I have got to get out of this place.” He squinted around the bright white room he could see several structure that looked to be gates.

He began walking northeast his head still pounding. As he walked the pounding in his head lessened. He could now see a gate that seem to be made of grass and wood. He kept his pace up for twenty minutes. The gate seemed to get closer but it would take another hour and a half or so the reach the gate it was hard to judge with the with landscape. He stopped moving for a few moments to get his barrings.

He looked to the east to the gate made of stone. There he saw a small group of people coming out of the gate. At first it looked as though they were on foot but them there before them began materializing was a group of horses. The process took several minutes to complete but there they were living breathing horses. He wondered if he could conjure up a horse. Omni did say all he had to do was wish.

Jay knew he did not have time to think about that when the horse began heading his way. He picked up his pace from a jog to a run toward the green gateway. He kept his pace steady but he knew they might catch up. It took him an hour and forty-five minutes to reach the gate. He looked at the sheer size of the gate in awe then with out looking back he stepped through the gate.

So, now that I finally got this character set up, this will be the topic where I post the Gem quests. Note: these quests unlock abilities and moves on this character only if used by the current sword-bearer of the Bejeweled Blade.

You may now start the Quests! The NPCs will be created based on demand. (i.e. if someone wants to do the Ruby of Fire quest, I will begin creation of the NPC Prime (if any))

Raal pushed a thick tangle of vines out of his way with a grunt. How many of these damn tangles are there in this region?
All around him, the darkness of the foliage encased him and his companions in night. The only reason that he and Zul’kis were able to see at all was due to Ur’gash knocking over the occasional tree as he walked - though whether he kept running into them out of stupidity or sheer laziness, Raal would never know.

the groan and crack of splintering wood interrupted Raal’s thoughts as the bloated oaf demolished a once-sturdy Maple as he continued to walk. Raal considered telling the moronic ogre to exercise caution, but it would fall upon deaf ears. A sigh escaped his skinless maw, as he realized just what a burden he’d taken on by helping the moron. Stealth would be utterly impossible for now. “Zul’kis, have you-”
A shushing noise suddenly interrupted Raal, and his mild irritation quickly grew into proper concern. Young or not, the troll was an expert tracker and hunter, and very duty-minded. He wouldn’t quiet Raal over a minor detail.
Zul’kis spoke slowly and softly, foregoing a whisper for a simple low tone of voice. “I be smellin’... Ash… And blood. And somethin’... almost human.” the troll said with some confusion.


Raal considered this. a lone human was rarely a true threat to ones of their race, but that was only true so far as his original universe was concerned. Here, omnilium seemed to force balance between the races. Or, rather, a humanocentric universe…
Zul’kis was staring at Raal with a questioning look, and Raal shook his head. He was mentally rambling while there was a current situation.
Raal was unsure on just what the situation was… but he had two skilled warriors by his side, and his curiosity was piqued. In this world, his options were too limited to ignore potential opportunities to accumulate power in all its various forms….

“Zul’kis, lead us to this scent.” Raal stated. “...Ur’gash, remain here for nowt.” Raal added quickly, staring at the ogre with a look of disgust. He wasn’t sure if the ogre had heard him or not, but given the Behemoth was currently busy eating the remains of the broken maple tree, Raal assumed he was going to stay put regardless.
Zul’kis nodded, before making a slight motion with his axe. Raal followed on foot, dismounting from his skeletal mount. Investigation required caution, and his chosen steed was admittedly… Flamboyant.


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It was only a few moments before Raal was stopped by Zul’kis, as the two heard a faint sound. someone… Drinking.
Raal waved off Zul’kis, before stepping forward first. he was better equipped for any surprise attack that may appear, after all.
To his mild surprise, what he soon found was not a monster at all…
The woman staring at him with a look that seemed to imply she’d been caught off-guard by his appearance might have seemed human, at a passing glance. Indeed, she met all the standards for a classic beauty by her kinds standards…

With the exception of the ash trailing from where a normal human’s left arm would be, of course.
With the elongated ears and the pointed fangs, Raal would already be able to hazard a guess, but with the addition of the mystical senses he’d achieved through his journey into the world of magic, he could clearly see this Woman’s soul. She was as dead as he was, just less decayed, and stained with darkness that weakened just as much as it sustained.
Raal was quite interested in the story of this one.

“It seems Zul’kis was right. Ash, and blood. And so I find a girl... no, I find a corpse, injured, and hiding.” Raal stated, foregoing introductions to ramble. “The light itself marks you as an enemy, and you’ve decided to come to one of the brightest places within the Omniverse… After freeing yourself from the mortal cycle, you still gamble your life so foolishly?” Raal asked, curiosity cutting into his tone. What was a vampire doing here? The Pale moors was their favored place of existence - and for good cause, too. Had he met a suicidal undead for the first time? His curiosity was piqued - he had to know the story leading up to this discovery.

Empty. A whole lot of nothing. Blankness as far as the eye could see. Sitting there in complete confusion, Somerled blinked rapidly, making sure that what he was seeing was actually what he was seeing. It only took a few moments to decide that yup, it’s fucking nothing. There was no seeing beyond the veil of pure blackness that covered his eyes. “Well this sucks,” he tried to say, but was unable to draw the strength to even move his jaw. As he began to grow irritated at his body’s refusal to listen to his commands, the darkness eased up on his eyes slightly, and a silhouette was revealed to him. “Who are you?” He wanted to demand, but alas, his mouth was being stubborn. Then, it spoke. In a voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once, it told the spirit of the world it was brought into. It spoke of a material, desired by all, something that, to him, felt something like magic. What he wished could become reality, with that element. Then, leaving a good most of his questions unanswered, it vanished.

Thus, the emptiness that seemed to cover even his very being began to lift, revealing a very disorienting whiteness behind. He blinked even more, eyes adjusting to the sudden change in light, and still unsure of the realness of this place. Soon, the world came into focus. Far off, on the edges of the horizon in front of him, things could be seen. What exactly these things were he couldn’t tell, but they were things, sure enough. Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, he skimmed the horizon around him. The massive shape of what he assumed to be a monolith of some sort was to his back. Why exactly there was such a thing in the middle of nowhere escaped him, but he wasn’t gonna question it, as that wasn’t his focus. In a ring around him, exactly what he had been paying attention to, was a few more of the things. He’d definitely have to make a sightseeing trip to see these things, he was curious, to say the least.

“Alright alright alright,” the spirit of the storm sprung to his feet, pleased now that his mouth was obeying his brain. He felt quite lively despite the recent death he had just experienced. Or had he died? He wasn’t quite sure. There weren’t any visible wounds on him, he thought. Casting his eyes down, he patted over his body, making a short checklist of injuries or lack thereof. Legs? Alive. Torso? Present. Arms? Intact. Mouth? Rebellious. Coat? Majestic as always. Judgement, he was very much not dead yet, probably. Returning his gaze to the whiteness around, he attempted to recall exactly why he was here. Despite how much he strained though, all that he remembered was a lot of screaming, some sort of emptiness, and a very angry squirrel. Squirrel? Doesn’t matter. All that mattered to him was that he was now here, wherever exactly here was, and he was going to make the most out his second chance. Third? Man, he really needed to stop throwing away his life.

“First things first...” he mumbled, using his own voice as a comfort in the whole lot of nothingness he was seeing and hearing everywhere. “Let’s see if I can acce- WHAT TH-” out of nowhere, Somerled’s voice screamed for him, and the sudden stress of saying two things tore at his throat. The monster doubled over in a fit of intense coughing, which subsided after a few seconds. He straightened back up slowly, wondering what in the everliving fuck had just happened.
“Let’s try this again. What the fuck is going on?” His mouth moved of its own accord, speaking his voice for him. This phenomena was thoroughly disturbing to him, and he instantly prepared for action. Of course, rather than doing the reasonable thing and screaming like a maniac, he dropped into a combat-ready stance.
“Get your own voice you fucking goat!” the angered spirit yelled, beginning to channel his magic. The power of weather coursed through his arm as he prepared himself to punch the absolute fuck out of whatever was gutsy enough to try and steal his voice. Within moments, a flash of light seared his peripheral vision, accompanied by a resounding crack as the lightning magic discharged unintentionally, Somerled unable to hold its charge. He responded to this as any reasonable person would do, with a startled yell and a sudden lunge away from what he assumed was danger. His feet shot out from under him and he teetered sideways, hitting the ground hard.
“Nice going,” he found himself scolded by his own sarcastic voice, peeving him off to no end..
“Shut up!” he shouted under his own volition for once, scrambling back to his feet as quickly as he could, “Why don’t you come out so I can show you exactly where your voice is made! As I punch it out the back of your spine!”
“As much as I’d like to,” this time his voice lacked sarcasm, “I can’t.”
“What d- You se-” The stress of two voices launched Somerled into another coughing fit.
“One... at a time...” Somerled spoke voluntarily, speaking between coughs. For a few seconds after that, there was total vocal silence as the coughing subsided.
“Okay. You see, my dear, sweet, precious other half,” his voice said on its own accord, absolutely dripping with sarcasm, “I don’t have a body any more.”
“Oh wait...” Somerled straightened up completely, “Sonny?”
“That name rings a bell.”
“What the fuck happened?”
“I have no idea,” Sonny answered, subdued, “I remember being shoved aside by some angry men with giant weapons, the damned god of squirrels popped past, you got your shit kicked in. Next thing I know is the feeling of literally being ripped out of my body, which, might I say, fucking hurts, and then suddenly here I am, seeing through your eyes, hearing through your hear, er, ears. What the hell is with all this white?”
“I’m as confused as you are,” Somerled said, “Can you manifest? I kinda want you to kindly get the fuck out of my mouth.”
“It doesn’t seem like you have enough magic, where’d it all go?”
“Doesn’t matter, just quit using my voice,” the storm spirit remained stubborn in that goal. "Let’s start with spring...”

The monster closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, channeling his personal reserves of magic. The air around him grew heavier as he tried to create anything with it. Wind, rain, hail, it didn’t really matter, all he just needed to prove that he still had his power. A light breeze ruffled his hair slightly, but didn’t do much else. Disappointed at the lack of awe-inspiring storms appearing, and the amount of magic he had to expend to not make them appear, he shifted to trying melee magic. Like with what he had done earlier, he focused the magic through his arm, and launched a quick right-handed jab. With the characteristic crack of a lightning strike, his hand shot forward, lightning tracing an arc through the air where his fist traveled. Way more pleased with himself than he had any right to be, Somerled gave a wide, if far too devious smile.

Next up on his list... He gave summer and fall a miss and went straight to winter. For a brief moment, he debated attempting hypothermia induction. This was instantly dismissed as a fucking stupid idea on the grounds that who in their right mind tries to freeze themselves to death. Frostbite was similarly right out. He didn’t need to go and freeze his fingers off of his body. Summoning a blizzard was out of the question. If he could barely manage to eke out a breeze that couldn’t even be considered “majestic” then how was he supposed to create an amazing maelstrom of wind, snow, and death? Settling for snow blindness, he channeled with magic through him again. After a second of charging, a chilling wind blew out from his body, releasing his ability.
“There’s the limits!” Somerled said, much more excited than he should have been for bad news. “Now, what about this... thing that being spoke about? Whatever I desire, huh?” As he spoke, his gaze turned towards the horizons. “I guess I’ll see about getting to one of those quickly.” The storm spirit dropped to a sitting position, and began his concentration.

Connor jerks upright form a laying position.
“I hate this place…”, he grumbles.

He draws his legs in, so he can sit comfortably. He listens to the slight gurgle of water and looks behind him, he sees a 4 foot cube shaped slab of brownish pink granite, with a 4 foot sphere of the same material. The sphere rotates along a diagonal axis, the surfaces is smooth and gives a sheen from its water powered rotation. The patch of granite looks mightily out of place here in the white expanse of the Nexus. He sits calmly in front of the feature.

“Well, since I am here…” He touches his thumb and forefinger together…..he waits a few seconds and nothing happens….

“W-what?”, he questions. Then he moves his hand and can't feel the wires and holo generators he usually does.

“Hell no, I am not going to summon the HandPad into my skin, that's gonna hurt!”, Connor thinks for a minute and then starts gets and idea.

’Hmmm how about a keyboard on the back of a glove, and said glove generates a holoscreen?’

He lays down and focuses on his left arm.

“Okay, here goes nothing”, he closes his eyes and starts to mentally picture the glove.

Where am I?

The doll opened his beady eyes and rubbed them. As he came out of his sleep, he realized that he was awakened at the Fountain where his journey started.

Whatever I do, I have to stay away from Coruscant!

Sackboy craned his head to gaze at the gates besides Coruscant. He knew that he couldn't summon a car, as the Stormtroopers could find him. No, he needed to be as inconspicuous as possible. He decided to walk to the gate made out of stone with... were those vines creeping around the arch?

Character name:Jay Kit

Character source: Original

Character history:
Jay was born one of the Parallel Universes of Earth named Eletria. In this universe magic existed outside the knowledge of the humans. They had their technology and that is all most believe in but some knew that darker force were at work at times of great peril. The magical world threatened to over run the humans frail world everyday. It was up to the True Elementals to keep the peace between the worlds.

True Elementals were considered to be the very first being to have existed on Eletria. They are stronger and far more superior to regular elemental. True Elementals can bend all elements to their will, bend time and space, warp reality, and bend lesser creature to their wills. These being were always born as triplets. Each one representing an affinity to darkness, light, or Twilight (considered to be a neutral between dark and light). Only six True Elementals could exist at one time. The new ones being born and the old set which would groom them to be the protectors of the world.

When Jay and his siblings were born the TE(True Elementals) before them feared their power for each child radiated with such massive power and affinity for each aliment. The would be the strongest TEs in the history of Eletria. So as to weaken them and make their power more manageable they split each childs soul into for segments. The segmented their power into four parts. One part of the soul stay within the body, while the other three parts were transformed into weapons that could take on a version of the original soul. They scattered these weapon across time and space itself hope to forever rid the children of their power.

True Elementals kept balance as best they could. Some times did not go well leading to a war between worlds (human and magical). They were not perfect being in the least , but they had what was best for humanity in mind.

Jay, his brother, and sister were no different. They sought what they each thought was best for the world. Jay sought to merge the world and try to bring some kind of peace. Daimon, his brother, thought the magical world should take over the human seeing them as being so inferior. While Fiaria,Jay's sister, sought to keep the worlds how they were. The three argued over who was right resulting in a fight between them. They battle long and hard but found that they were deadlocked in power.

It was in the middle of this battle one of the old TE appeared before them regaling his tale of how they separated their souls. He told them that if they truly wish to see who would win they would need all their power back. It was on this journey that Jay was scooped of his dimensional travel by Omni

Physical Description: (originals only)

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat – 400 OM
Starting Moves:

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