Character name: Lois Joanne Lane

Character source: Superman (DC Comics)

Character history: Using Lois Lane from Smallville continuity. She gets thrown into the Omniverse during season 10's episode Lazarus. To be more specific, Lois was stuck on the scarecrow post and was choking on smoke from a surrounding fire.

Physical Description:

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

Starting Proficiencies:
- Physical Strength - 1000 OM
- Ranged Proficiency - 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
- Super-Jumping (Basic) - 300 OM
- Enhanced Senses (Basic) - 1400 OM

Starting Moves:
- A Lightsaber Thing (she has a wild imagination) - 300 OM
Perhaps it has to do with where she ended up, but Lois accidentally pulled a lightsaber out of thin air. It's somewhat tattered in appearance, looking like it was put together out of scraps, with a small brown cloth tied at the top to hold it all together. It emits a violet blade and cuts through stuff better than Lois's fist does.

"What the deuce? What just happened ?" The British accent broke the silence of the white colored wasteland that is the nexus. The young boy looked around him, still confused of what just happened. uncontrollably Stewie started to walk back and forth while thinking out loud, his short feet peddling beneath him like a duck in a pond. His thoughts recalled the first meeting with the white playful deity.

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.

“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.

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

The infirmary...

A place where the unconscious and tournament gladiator fighters lay..

There were many beds, full of medics running from bed to bed grumbling under their breaths about primes and how they should of let the primes die since they came back anyways.

One in particular was dragged via a cot toward a bed, a blondish green man with long ears was unconscious and was laid onto the bed. The man looked to seemingly dead, but wasn't. He was unconscious and the medics did all they could to make sure the man would breath again and get him moving.

Jak seemed to lay there, bullet wounds to the upper body, along with scattered pieces from the last attack. The medics began to place a breathing mask on the man trying to get him to wake up. Once that was on, the medics began the process of removing the bullets from the wounds with bloody gloves.

"Who's this again..?

Internet circles called him "Dynamite Kid"

Character name: "The Dreamer"

Character source: Original.

Character history: A normal Human Male of 21 years. That's the way they were perceived on Earth, and they were treated as such. As one of no remarkable talent or skill. Although looks aren't everything. They were the living embodiment of this idea. They held worlds within their mind, yet they were chained to their flesh vessel, to forever be unable to show the world how extraordinary they were.

The one call Omni could see past their flesh prison though. He brought them to a world where they could actualize the infinite potential that lay between their ears.

This prison of flesh and blood could no longer hold them.

Physical Description:
Human. Caucasian. Male in body. Six feet tall. Brown hair. Blue Eyes.
Often wearing a pea-coat, black in color, along with tan-colored khaki pants and a pair of black-leather ankle-high boots.

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

Proficiencies: Physical Strength 1000 (4000)

Powers: Enhanced Senses: Basic 1400, Foresight 1500, Time Manipulation (300)

Moves:
No Hands, Mom! (Requires Physical Strength, Time Manipulation) - 300 OM
With the change of rules the Omniverse employs, The Dreamer is more easily able to bring what lies in their mind to life.
In this case, they are able to respond to attacks without the need to actually use their actual hands. They use their mind to 'generate' a pair of arms, visible only to those with Enhanced Senses. To those that can see them, they appear as a hollow aura of white/yellow light in the shape of The Dreamers actual arms. The color of the aura can change with the mood or intent of The Dreamer (This is purely cosmetic). They are functionally equivalent to their own actual arms, and have a reach of about 3 feet. The arms are not actually attached to their body, but instead hover slightly away from their body at any position required. Strain placed on these arms, like if they were used to hold up something or push against something, places that strain on The Dreamer's mind, rather than their body.
The Dreamer's expanded perception of the world allows them to react more quickly to perceived attacks with these arms, feeling as if the world around them is slowing as they view it and formulate a response.
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I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. Yes.

**On second thought, about the stats, which ones would affect the strength of mental attacks? And which would affect the strength of telekinetic-like attacks?

A discussion thread for the beginning of Erron Black's (hopefully) ongoing storyline.

Current participants: Erron Black, Ururu Kyuuei (One of her clones), Adam Gaite (NPC bandits)
Drafted synopsis: Erron Black runs into a small group of bandits planning to capture and rob a noble traveling to the Colosseum. Black is offered to help, and he accepts - but turns around at the last minute to earn the noble's favor.

Go ahead and post your contributions / ideas / objections / questions, and I'll update things as they are fleshed out.

A few miles from the outskirts of Ambrosia, Mireya let out a sigh and leaned against a tree. She’d managed to ‘escape’ from the crowd of excited citizens by excusing herself to use the bathroom and slipping out a back window. With the strange mini-metropolis behind her for now, the half-night elf was able to enjoy some fresh air. This zone of the Tangled Green wasn’t that violent, and with the growth of the settlement, it had become even less so over the last year.

The princess—the strange, short one (why were all these primes so tiny?) with the pink hair and dead eyes—had given her permission to live outside the city proper and still consider herself a citizen of Ambrosia. The ability to live on her own yet still trade and mingle with civilization on her terms was perfect for the woman, who was still used to living life on the edge of society. While she had come to love Blues like a naïve kid brother, she knew she had to be on her own to truly find a stride.

After walking another half mile from the city, Mireya came to a nice little spot. It wasn’t much—a clearing wide enough to let a few rays of sunshine touch the forest floor. Even so, it felt like a beacon, drawing her toward the end of her little exodus from Ambrosia. Walking into the light, Mireya glanced up at the sun and smiled as it warmed her mauve-colored skin. As she soaked in some of the lovely rays, she removed her heavy pack and dropped it against the closest tree. A beat later, she removed her spear, scimitar, kukri, and her collection of small chakras and placed them on the ground.

“Axe…” the half-night elf muttered as she knelt in front of her pack, pulled open the drawstring, and rooted through the tools. It didn’t take long for her to pick out the yellow cloth that protected the business end of her chopping axe. Since she was a secondary, she would have to do her work the long way.

Stepping back, she eyed up the closest tree, and as she hacked it down, she found herself whistling the little tune that Blues used to hum to himself. Despite her lithe frame, she was through the tree in just under a dozen heavy chops, and once she was clear of its path, she moved on to her next adversary. Unlike the blighted monsters and undead creatures she’d fought over the last few months, the trees were far less aggressive.

This is for the people that want to make a character, change their existing one or add a new form with stats to theirs. Or, just for shits and giggles!

Basically it's a list of archetypes, decided by the stat setup that you use. Feel free to add your own!

Structure helps a good story, and strategy helps too. Place here just little tips you think might help others who wish to complete the challenge, 50,000 words is a big chunk! How would you do it? In segments? Wing it? Or perhaps a blend of both?

Novels have chapters that help the story grow with each one read.

My tip to the Nanowrimo challengers is probably: Stay with it even if you miss a day. If you have a good idea of what you want, write it down and plan to edit it later. Don't fixate on every word you write, sentences with a second glance can seem different later on. Lastly, collaborate with a close friend on a part that you may not feel strongly about. I know its a more individual task, however, I plan to have Strazio take a look at mine if I need a little help with pacing the story.

thanks in advance straz <3

THATSMORETHANONETIP Oops.



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Earth, Hokori Owari Hoshi: Last Days on Earth.


In the air hung a heavy scent of gun powder, that and the recently disturbed dirt hazed the area well, hiding both Dust and his enemies. The only scent that rivaled that of the gun's was his own blood. He took on heavy wounds as usual during any combat. His trainer, Agnes, has told him time and time again how stupid his actions were, especially for a calculating contractor as he was meant to be. But the problem with that, is he had been introduced early on to the concept of calculated risk. His price and power all revolved around close combat status.. And damage taken during these scraps was just something that had to happen.

That or they attach a cute girl at his hip with a tether that allowed him to retrieve her when it was time to pay up. But that was illogical, and he'd argue that it would put the life of someone in higher danger if they actually did such a thing. And while he couldn't see the Russian's giving a damn, he new the people making the decisions knew exactly what he was speaking of. Necessary risks was one thing, endangering a capable solider for the sake of one contractor was stupid.

They weren't exactly rare! Just a glance up at the millions of stars would give you a good guess on how many were available, as their numbers were directly related to the stars in the fake night sky. And as a whole, the public didn't care much for his kind.. Even though they were all equally possibly one. It wasn't like you were born with this.. It wasn't genetic. One day you are a normal human being, and the next the star calls out to you. At least.. That's how Dust imagined this process was..He wasn't really the scientific type.

He was the, pop out and punch someone type. Which is what he did, grabbing the nearest person with a uniform that didn't match his own, and pinned them to the ground. When the man yelled out, Dust's hopes for a pleasant payment was lost, he didn't look too closely at him through his goggles, and just shoved his face down. He kissed the guy deeply and forcefully, had to while the guy struggled so much. Like the gender, age, and difficulty to kiss this guy wasn't hard enough, but the man tasted like cigarette smoke and vodka.

12.. 13.. 14.. "FIFTEEN!" Volk called out in disgust as he pulled away from the vile mouth. He spit at the ground before finally activating his power.. The pupils of his eyes glowed an demonic red and then came an unpleasant cracking sound as his body remodeled itself.

The kiss had to at least be 15 seconds long.. And passionate. If he had someone more attractive to pay the price with, this could have gotten a lot more erotic, but Dust had wanted to pull away as soon as he could possibly. With the cost paid in advance, he was allowed to use his transformation now, and surprise the rest of his party while he still had the jump on them.

Some of Dust's bones dislocate, bulk up, and then pop back into place, other's just stretched out and grew, but by the time the sickening breaking sound was done, there stood a 10 foot wolf with a slight hump of his back as his thick neck had to lean down to look at the situation. His clothes were already torn from previous transformations, leaving Lycan with cuffs that stretched the fabric and strained the capability of the buttons that held it on. His chest was bare except the new fur, only the grey tie remained and the red scarf. The beige pants held onto him by threads, the belt already torn to shreds.

He wasn't easy to hide... So he worked quickly to jump into the opening where everyone else was, and roar a dragonic sounding roar as he tried to thin out the weakest ranks. Which were the three that dropped their weapons as they pissed themselves, and fled. The stronger ranks were the two he's come in contact with before, a blonde woman who's nickname was Shock, and a contractor that had a nasty habit of making werewolf jokes at Hokori's expense.

"We've located SW - 808." Shock announced into her radio as the other contractor, Drake, as he introduced himself once, got in the way of Dust and her. "He's already taken heavy damage by the looks of it, what did you want us to do?"

"The mission is to capture SW - 808 with VP - 375, if this at any point becomes impossible, use any method available to terminate Star Dust." Came from the crackling of the radio.

"Affirmative." Shock replied, before pulling out a high-tech pole. Her specialty, noted Wolf, was her work with a pole arm. Its usually been just a long staff of some sort, but this one felt and looked different. He also heard the conversation, despite being locked in power struggle already with Drake. He smirked at Dust, and he suddenly felt like he no longer had the upper hand. "Hear that, VP 375?"

"I did, Sparky. I don't know which one I'll enjoy more.. Putting a muzzle on this ugly mutt, or putting him down." He said with a sadistic grin that revealed sharp and elongated canines. "Do me a favor, Pup, and make this easy for us. Just get in the cage." At that point, he pulled away sharply, and a white circle appeared under the fully transformed contractor. It was Dust's only hint that there was something coming. He leaped up with all his might and narrowly missed the spears of ice that shoved through the earth from where the circle had been.

Dust landed a short ways back as Drake laughed sadistically. The only response they got was the wolf growling a mean warning. If he was allowed to talk in this form, it wasn't something that's came up when they all fought, and wouldn't change at that moment as he stood his ground.

It was Shock who made the next move, swinging her weapon his way. He leaped out of the way with plenty of time to claw at her on his escape, but that only seemed to invoke whatever protection service Drake was under, and he defended with claws of his own. 'Tiger Claws' made from ice, strong enough to duke it out with a werewolf. "No. Bad!" He said, as if he was training a mongrel. Then he swiped up with his other hand, the claw on that one to. It caught Dust off guard and slashed right across his chest.

With a howl, Lycan pulled back with another jump and landed on the earth a few meters away. He then hit his knee as he touched his burning chest with a loud whine.

"Did that hurt, Pup? I didn't even use Silver." Drake smirked. "Come on, boy. You have to understand fighting for much longer will just weaken you further. Let's be logical here.. Shock is just the dog-catcher here. She just wants to bring you back to a new master. No point in dying over this." Drake taunted.

For whatever reason, his country, Austria, wanted this shape shifting contractor. Probably thinks he will be a perfect watch dog for the family treasure. But that didn't matter to the likes of him. He was just doing as he was told, and if he could torment Volk in the meanwhile, this fight would be all the more sweet. While he taunted the poor dog, Shock was already moving into place. "Where's your back up, Pup? Did you eat them all?"

"Stop playing with your food, Drake." Shock interrupted, holding the tech staff on her shoulder. "You're getting on my nerves.. Now shut him down, or shut up." Her hair flew away into the wind, snow was still billowing around them, the haze of battle gone.. There were numerous bodies all over the place. Some were crying, some were cowarding, and then there was Ookami.. He was a mess. Bullet wounds, slash marks, blood staining the pieces of fabric that strained to hide him. "If you come with me, Star Dust.. I'll help you make your payment. I'm a better kisser than Sam back there."

Lycan's vision blurred.. In an out, and he couldn't tell if it was the snow, the wind, or the blood loss. His breathing was heavy, and he was almost quiet literally on his last leg..As a contractor, he saw every benefit to giving up, but as a wolf it was hard. Logically.. fighting until he was dead would leave him with no peace or pride. No one would morn for him, so he couldn't even say he was fighting for a loved one. He was incapable of love.. He was stoic and cold, and the world believed he was shit.

Drake's taunting made it hard.. While he had no pride to get in his way.. He still didn't like to admit defeat. But he was having a harder time saying no now that he was fading in and out of consciousness. His knew wound was taking what blood he had left, and the cold didn't effect him so much in this form, but he was going to revert back soon and frost bite wasn't any better of a choice..

Shock moved closer, poised to use her weapon at any given moment, but approached him without threat. She was clear to him one moment, then blurry the next, then the moment after that she was inches from his face. "My boss said only to kill you if it seemed impossible.. But you don't look like you have much fight left in you. So just fall into my arms, and come with me."

Her voice was both soothing like ice against a bruise, and bitter like hail against the body.. But she was right.. He had nearly nothing left.. If he continued in this form, he'd owe more than he took. So he finally admitted defeat, if only because it was Shock and not Drake. His eyes closed, and he fell forward into her arms, pinning the woman to the dirt as a human. Muttering something that neither could hear or figure out.


---


Her name was actually Sophia. She was human, and she cared for him the whole time it took to travel by train to Austria. She put his head in her lap, and only tagged out with the pillows when nature called for food or waste. She gently petted the wounded werewolf, letting their medic tend to his wounds.

With all the scars on his body, she wondered how man he had on his heart. She wondered who beat him brutally and probably mentally. Who's kid did she pet now, on their way back to her home country. These were all unspoken questions she'd never probably have answers to, but it kept her mind busy.

"How long are you going to cuddle him?" Drake's voice interrupted. "Princess?"

Sophia was not a princess, she wasn't even royalty. She just looked the part. And it annoyed her to no end that Drake insisted on calling her such. "Until I feel like it." She said forcefully. "I did say I would help him make his payment." She said.

"He would have suffered through system shock by now if he over stepped his payment." Drake said. Though he was not sure what happened to them when they did not make their payments. His was drinking blood, earning him the nickname 'Drakula' shortened to Drake. He enjoyed it, really.. And tells those curious enough that his favorite flavor is 'virgin'. He couldn't honestly tell the difference, but he liked to mess with people.

"Why do you care?" Sophia asked, with a cut tone.

"I don't. Do whatever you like, Sparky. Just don't get too attached. He won't love you back." Drake said, looking back out at the snow from the window. "We don't have emotions anymore." He finished his thought, then added. "Besides, he's probably going to go through intensive reprogramming before they let him anywhere near you again. If ever.. He could be reassigned for treasure keeping duty for all we know."

"Can't help it.. He's kind of cute. In a dog king of way."


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"Rise and Shine~!" Drake said, throwing a bucket of ice water onto the peacefully sleeping dog. Who rose from his bed like a cat who's been dropped into the tub. Gasping from the shock and gripping his bare chest. "Get up, they got Sparky, its time to run."

SW - 808 noticed quickly that he was covered in bandaging, wore new pants, and was now soaked. He only had to glance around to see they were still on the train, a cushiony cabin payed by the government. He saw the snow moving, but couldn't feel the place rocking like it would normally if they were traveling, he was still in shock and confusion when he felt a hand smack him as hard as it could across the face.

"I SAID LET'S GO!" Drake screamed, tired of dealing with this dog.

Confused, he could still remember he agreed to switch sides, and had no other information to tell him if it was a bad idea or not to follow Drake's orders. Other than how he didn't like it. He was up on his feet soon, but felt the pain of a fractured bone as he put pressure on his right foot. He cried out, fell through the hall and right on top of a guard. He was dead. Ookami couldn't see anything behind the dark shades, but knew he was dead.

"On your feet." Drake spurred, pulling him up by the hair. Dust growled, but Drake ignored him. "Come on, before they catch us, too." He picked the buffer man up and onto his shoulder, taking pressure off the limb as they ran the opposite way of machine gun fire. Noises that only became very clear now to Dust. "Ambushed. We just crossed the boarder. Now I need you to not look back, no matter what you hear."

"Easy enough.. Not like we can be sentimental." Hokori replied, coldly.

"I have no information or idea what our leash holders want us to do, so I can only assume they want us to return home as quickly as possible, so head to the Austrian capital. Don't stop until you reach it, or are dead."

"Is that a direct order, sir?"

Drake laughed. "You make me seem almost human.." He replied, as they hopped along to the back of the car. They were yanking open the door when they heard voices calling out for them to stop. Drake didn't stop, and they were shot at as they ducked out the door and to the left side in order to escape the stalled train. Drake got hit and they both tumbled off and into the snow.

Dust picked himself up off the ground to be face to face with Drake's. His new companion apparently taking the bulk of the shots as he was able to see several exit wounds now. Drake was starting up at the sky, beyond Dust. "When.. You see it fall. Make a wish for me. Pup.. And maybe I'll see ya.. In the after life."

"Drake?" SW - 808 questioned..

"My star.. Hoshi-kun. Tonight's going to be my last. So when it falls.. Pray for me, and make a wish."

Wolf hadn’t been aware that anyone knew his real name anymore. He'didn’t been referred to as so many nicknames and other things, he almost had forgotten it himself. He lowered his head, hanging it next to the dying contractor. "What the hell are you saying? We're contractors, damn it. What do we have left to wish for?"

"...Freedom..." Whispered Drake, as satellite VP - 375 blinked out and started to fall to earth..


It was at this point that Dust was spared.. As he lifted his head to find the dead star he was consumed by darkness. All around him it would seem as though he had been launched into space. His last vision of his universe being the white tail of Drake's star streak past the sky..