Autumn woke up earlier than usual today. The concert was at 6:00pm tonight. She slummed herself out of bed slowly and glanced at the clock next to her bed. 11:26am blinked slowly in red. "Six hours, hunh? Looks like I have some time to do some gaming and time to get a warm-up practice in before I head to the stage." She stood up and stretched her arms and back before walking into the bathroom to get changed out of her nightgown. Walking back into her bedroom, she powered up her stereo and turned up the song 'The Spirit of Radio' as she got her virtual reality gear ready to use. "Play some fantasy or something? That sounds good to me." The gear slipped on over her head and she powered it on.

Three hours later, the device powers down and Autumn returns to the real world. She sighed heavily and sat up, "the real world is so boring. The only good thing in this world is music. At least if a person dies in virtual reality, they respawn...not like the real world..." Rumbling noises come from her stomach. "Time to get some food then head to the stage." She stood up and stepped over the litter of musical instruments spread out all over her floor. In the kitchen, she made herself some pancakes and bacon. The smells of the food was always great. She was not the best cook in the world, but she could make herself a decent meal. She transfered her food from the skillet to a plate and sat down at her table pulling out her phone. Her concert was on the local news website and she is a featured guest to an uprising band. "Ugh...I'm glorified by everyone...sickening. A person can learn something amazing, and it's like you're a...god." She let out another sigh. "People only come because I'm a young girl who can play a badass guitar solo. Let's go do this then!" She scarfed down the last of her food, grabbed a coat and her guitar and left the house for the concert.

She put in her head phones and played her music on full blast. People walked by her as she strummed the guitar for a little practice. Her thoughts ran wild about how awesome it would be if her guitar could shoot fire like pyrotechnics or something. It took about an hour to walk to the concert stage out in the park. The huge crowd surrounded her asking for autographs and such she did not really care about. After pushing through the huge crowd to the stage, she climbed up and greeted her band mates that she was working with tonight. She never worked with the same band members every night, so she was a call up for fill in spots. She could do it all, it made her a perfect first pick for when a band member cannot make it to the performance. They all shook her hand and thanked her for coming to the performance.

Autumn tuned her guitar perfectly. The performance began and the crowd went wild. The were going crazy for the amazing guitar player. That is until the pyrotechnics covered the band in a cloak of fire, and when it disappeared, the guitarist disappeared. The crowd seemed to assume it was apart of the show, then the whole band stopped playing. The crowd went silent and the singer spoke, "Where'd she go?" The crowd began to boo, they were not amused by this turn.

Meanwhile in the Omniverse, Autumn wakes up meeting Omni. After he explains where she is and what was happening she spoke to him. "So...this is like a real live, virtual reality? You must be the GM then." Omni seemed to just ignore her speech. She appeared in front of the Nexus fountain. "...This isn't Earth. Holy shit. What game did I download to my gear? End process!" Nothing happened as she tried to "Log out" of her virtual reality equipment. "I said, END PROCESS DAMMIT." Autumn's heart skipped a beat. "Oh no...It's just like Sword Art Online! I'm trapped...but the GM said that we would be respawned if we die." She noticed she did not have her guitar. "Alright, lets try this out." She held still and summoned her guitar. "Hehe...Sound, is...POWER!" She strummed a power chord and let off a giant sound wave. Her eyes widened with excitement. "Oh my shit...this world rules!" Autumn 'sheathed' her guitar, by sliding it to her back with the strap over her shoulder. "I can't just go running around and do shit without finding some kind of info. If I spawned here, that means others should be able to spawn here as well. Maybe if I'm lucky they'll know shit about this place." She stood around observing her current surroundings.

Weiss woke up exactly where she fell, grass tickling her legs as the sun glowed in her face.. “Good morning, team RWBY!” She heard Ruby yell, Just like she did any other morning, once upon a time.
Weiss didn’t even react to the noise, finding she couldn’t even bring herself to resent the fact she was constantly hearing voices. It was the closest she got to seeing the girl for real.
“Well, time to get moving then, Weiss.” She said to herself, dimly hoping to hear some reply other than the wind. In some ways she almost missed sitting in front of the fountain. Even if it was just a fake image of her team leader, it was a lot better than the reality she found herself in on a constant basis. Still, she just got the wind as a response, and she realized that’s all she should have really expected.
She was actually sad about the fact that she didn’t get to hallucinate in a delusional haze. Weiss knew it was nothing short of pathetic, but she also wondered if it was the only time she’d ever see a familiar face during her time in the Omniverse.
And then she wondered if she couldn’t find a way to make Omni bored of her.
Shaking her head at the thought, she knew she couldn’t do that. At least… Not yet. Whatever pain she felt from just living at this point, she had an obligation to her leader that transcended that. Even if she spent a hundred years looking, she’d make up for what she’d done.



---20 minutes later---


:”First, food…” she found herself saying with a slight groan. “...probably water, too.’
She recalled what the guy from the stall had said earlier. She may as well hike it over there - not like she had a lot of options to choose from in the first place. She needed energy to train… or get omnilium, however it worked in this world. And she needed to see if she couldn’t find Ruby while she was at it. She could be here… the idea filled Weiss with the closest thing she’d felt to “Happiness” and “excitement” in a while, and she realized she was smiling for the first time in a while.

She found herself walking, not grudgingly, but almost happily at the idea. That girl, for whatever else she wanted to do in life, was definitely fight-happy. She might even have entered the tournament by now. She hadn’t seen her name on the list… but she might just be on her way here. Or maybe just coming to watch - though that seemed unlikely. Ruby never missed a chance to show off her skills with her sweetheart.

“Of course, I also didn’t used to mope around and struggle just to wake up in the morning. Six months is a long time…” The smile disappeared from Weiss’s face. Her steps stopped, and her eyes widened as she stood straight in the middle of the carnival area.
If Ruby was here… Was she okay? Plenty of stuff seemed harmful here.
She could be hurt… or imprisoned somewhere.
She might be completely alone - and feeling as bad as Weiss did right now.
She might have even been a secondary, instead of a prime, and-

Weiss’s heart stopped at the thought, and she found herself breathing far too fast.
“N… No, she’d be okay, I know she’s okay. She’s too…” Weiss took a breath, thinking of something, anything she could do to avoid this subject.


“...I can’t. I can’t think about this.” Weiss muttered to herself. She had a goal. she knew what to do next. If she let herself think about those sinister “what-ifs”, she'd just succeed in going insane. She needed something else to focus on.
As she walked, she saw a sign. “Looking for participants to opening show - coliseum - participate in a battle against ferocious beasts for fun and profit.”
“It’s a dumb idea. I’m already going to be in a dangerous battle pretty soon. I should be using this opportunity to train and fortify my body, not throw myself into a dangerous battle without any meaning..”
But then again, Weiss had already made a bunch of stupid decisions just getting here. What was one more?

---30 minutes later---

“Aren’t you already signed up for the tournament of primes?”
Weiss sighed. “Does that mean I can’t enter the match?” She asked.
The small man behind the wooden booth shook his head emphatically. He kind of reminded weiss of a talking bush, with his dirty blonde hair covering half his face and his beard halfway to the floor. A dwarf, that’s what the bespectacled man was called here...

“Well, no, I just… It’s rare for a competitor to enter into two different tournaments at the first time… You’re aware that if you get too injured to fight in the first round of tomorrow’s tournament, you’ll be disqualified before the match even starts, yes?” The man asked.
Weiss tapped her foot impatiently. “No. I figured I’d let someone wheel me in on a hospital bed. I’m more than aware of the risks I take, thank you. I definitely don’t need someone who doesn’t know me second-guess my decisions at entering a life-threatening tournament… while I happen to be sort of immortal.”

“Still not sure if that’s a blessing or not, either.”

The man huffed. “Fine. It’s not my problem anyway. Have fun or whatever, you’re on in an hour. get into the prep area.”
Weiss nodded, and glared. “You’re right. It’s not.” she replied, walking through the gates.
She’d heard that tone from way too many people these past six months.

“Weiss, You need to think this through.”
“Weiss, you need to think about your future.[/]”
“[I]Weiss, there’s a time where you have to accept reality.”.

“Shut up.” She found herself muttering, before sighing. She was in a whole new world entirely, and here, there weren’t any more distracting voices.
If nothing else, she was finally in a position to fully focus on what was important: Finding her leader.

“Just for the cost of my world, the rest of my friends, any idea what’s going on around me, most of my mental health…” She thought bitterly.

Weiss took a breath. She walked towards the door to the coliseum's back entrance - unless the little guy had taken enough offense to direct her somewhere else entirely. She was a little surprised as she found it to just be an unlocked, shabby-looking wooden door. If nothing else, they seemed relatively confident no one would break in.

Then again, this probably wasn’t where people went if they were the star attraction. Weiss had only signed up for a match as an “opening act”, so to speak.
Weiss pulled on the handle, the door groaning loudly as if in protest at the action. A badly lit room was inside, and Weiss was surprised to see candles of all things. Just how low-tech was this place?

Well, it didn’t matter, she supposed. If Omni really just pulled people from anywhere he wanted as he pleased, it’s not like she could count on her competition being the same. She just hoped these people were ready to keep a tournament like this under control, if it came down to it. The idea of Torchwick coming here and showing these people just what he could do with dust wasn’t a pleasant one.
“Hello?” Weiss asked into the incoming darkness. “I was told to report here for a match. So… I’m here. Or is this just empty and I’m talking to absolutely nothing right now?” Weiss asked into the dark.
A hand grabbed her from behind, one large, firm, and calloused.
A hand grabbed her face, and Weiss felt her movement abruptly halt. “Come here, princess!”
Weiss immediately dashed forward, rolling her shoulder as she did so, and turned around as she drew Myrtenaster, just on instinct.

An entirely dumbfounded knight stared back at her, his body mostly concealed behind the comforting defense of steel plate, and his hands held up in a sign of peace.
“Wow, wow, hey, sorry.”
Weiss blinked. She’d just allowed her memories to run away with her, again.

“I’m just here to give you access to anything you need here and explain the basics. You’re able to bring your own gear in this fight, since, frankly, it’s better for the crowd’s to show off a prime’s flashy distinctiveness, but anything you want for gear is here. We have all manner of weaponry and armor available.”

Weiss nodded. “Thanks, but… I think I’ll be okay. Armor’d slow me down too much.”
The man’s eyes seemed to relax slightly behind the slits Weiss could see in his visor. “Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. Armor’s not that big a weight, ya know. average suit of full plate’s only tween 15 and 25 pounds, and it’s spread all over the body proper, right? I might not be able to beat ya in a footrace with this on, but I bet you’d be surprised how fast I can be.”
Weiss raised an eyebrow.

“The place I’m from doesn’t really have armor like that anymore, to be honest, so I actually don’t. When you have car-sized Grimm smashing people around, the trauma wasn’t stopped by armor.”

“These grimm some sort of animals?” the knight asked. “Yeah, I can see that, then. This outfit’ll stop a sword, easy, but you don’t want to deal with the bastard with a good enough club. And I guess it wouldn’t help you all that much given what you’re fighting.”
Weiss realized she’d gotten so caught up in idle chit-chat that she hadn’t realized she had a fight to win. “On that note… what am I fighting?”

“Some dire wolf they caught. Served someone from the old horde, so it really can’t think of much but fighting and eating. Some of the orcs figured it might be a kindness to at least let it die fighting rather than imprisoned, so here we are with a match in five minutes.”
Weiss’s eyes widened. “Five minutes?!”

The knight shrugged. “We were shortlisted. I was probably going to have to conduct the match myself if you didn’t come wandering in. It’s why I’m all geared up.” The knight said with a trace of amusement. “Begging your pardon, but I’m much happier a prime’s doing it instead. No offense, but it’s a lot easier on my mind knowing that the worst that’ll happen is someone getting minorly inconvenienced for a few days, rather than possibly dying.”
Weiss nodded shortly. “I mean, I’m not saying I don’t care if you die or anythi-”

Weiss cut him off. “I don’t really care either. It’s fine. So just direct me to the gate I’m supposed to come out of, or something.”
“Alright. So you know, there really aren’t any rules on this one. No involving the audience is one. Keep to the coliseum, and don’t keep a down for longer than ten seconds. Other than that… You’re fighting a wild animal. Not exactly a lot of formality for that, you know?” The knight asked jovially.

“So where, exactly?” Was Weiss’s only response.
The knight almost seemed to jump in surprise, as if he just realized he never answered her original question. “to your right, go straight till you see the portcullis, should be through 2 sets of doors close together. And good luck.”
Weiss rubbed her temples, before walking slowly forward in the direction the knight pointed her in.
“Good luck, huh? Funny, that guy reminds me of Jaune, just a little…” Weiss thought to herself, feeling a familiar pang of loneliness. “Maybe I should have been a bit nicer to that lunkhead.”

Character name:
Alex Silver
(Full name: Alexis Belphegor Yasmine Stride Silver the tenth)

Character source:
Original

Character history:
Alex B. Y. S. Silver was born on the planet Ichor. Ichor, orbited by a blacklight sun and featuring an ever red sky, has the particularity of being itself orbited by six moons which follow criss-crossing axles, just barely avoiding impact by being ever so slightly off course from each other. Alex was born on the 6th day of June 2126 during what was a triple lunar eclipse on one side of the planet, and a triple solar eclipse on the other. On the day of this birth, he was born veiled, backwards and hanging, meaning that a piece of his mother's placenta covered his face entirely, he came out feet first and his umbilical cord was wrapped around his throat. Despite this ridiculously unfortunate birthing process however, the child survived, the heir to the Silver family.

For the Silvers were nobility by the standards of Ichor. Noble if only through their vestigial role as protectors of the planetary capital and under direct orders of the Archking Raven IVth. This relationship of proximity with the crown extended to the point that Alex was raised alongside the Archking's grandson and only male heir, Raven VIth. The two boys shared much in their youth, from tutors to camaraderie to rivalry. The two boys - who would've otherwise turned to reclusion and depression as a result of the unbearable pressure put upon them by the expectations of their respective parents - found the presence of the other made their duties to their families much more bearable. Where one failed to excel, the other would aid in correcting the fault, when both succeeded, they turned the task into the object of a friendly rivalry and when both failed... well, when you're two noble youths under the tutelage of the greatest minds your planet has to offer, that doesn't actually ever happen, does it? In more ways than one, Raven VIth and Alex Xth were more than any could have ever expected of them and many looked upon their future as Archking and Archknight with great anticipation... but unfortunately for them, "many" does not necessarily mean "all".

During the celebrations of Archking Raven IVth's ninety-seventh birthday, a coup d'état took place and in the chaos that ensued, the king, Alex's parents and many others on both sides were killed. It was only thanks to Alex's quick-wittedness and Raven's sharp reflexes that the two managed to escape. They escaped the castle alive... Alive, and alone.

Over the course of the next three years, under the rule of the new Archking Lionheart the Ist, it was impossible for either of the two young nobles to reveal their true selves. Discarding their titles of nobility, they began to roam the streets as mere urchins, displaying their talents in hopes of a kind soul's small change and picking the pockets of those less inclined to give when starvation overthrew morality. They had played many games in the past, but none where quite as intense as the game they were playing now; Survival.

Of course, merely surviving was not enough; lurking libraries, trading for wealth, they slowly built themselves back up. They had to. In the vain hope that one day another rebellion would follow the first and they'll be called upon to take back their rightful places. It was a foolish thought, but it was one they cherished nonetheless. It kept them going and, in the end, that's what really mattered.

But like all young men devoid of any responsibility other than putting bread on their table who earned themselves too much money, they eventually succumbed to the most dangerous thing the streets have to offer; leisure. Alcohol, drugs, wanton criminal activity, the occasional night of debauchery with the girls their looks and wallets were enough to impress, they enjoyed their youths for it was all they had left and by the time they realized it; that youth was gone.

They had underlings, they were the leaders of a gang. When had it even happened? When had they become the kinds of people that once made their frail child selves tremble?

They were young adults and what had they to show for themselves? Expensive clothes? A liquor cabinet? A penthouse hotel room? No... this was beneath them, wasn't it? They needed more. And where else to find more than within the castle itself.

Looking back, Alex would not be able to tell you the exact point in time when getting back the throne became less about fulfilling their role and more about enriching themselves. Looking back, Alex would not be able to tell you the point where shooting a man in cold blood had less effect on him than having a wad of cash drop into his lap. Looking back, Alex would not be able to tell you when he learned arcane magic most foul only for the sake of quickening the rate at which he could murder those who served the new king, but in the end, it all happened all too fast.

It took too little time, or perhaps far too much, but one day, they finally managed to get the king's personal attention and have assassins be sent after them. That is the night Raven the VIth, the rightful king of Ichor, died. That was the night Alex the Xth, proud knight eternally loyal to his closest friend, lost all sense of morality and caution.

Like a bat out of hell, or a madman with a death wish, Alex single-handedly stormed the tyrant king's castle, killing all in his wake. The barrel of his gun pressed flat against the forehead of the king and as he pulled the trigger...

...he woke up in a dark void. A grinning figure as his only company. Before he could connect the dots between that moment the king's blood stained the throne and the smiling man appeared before him, he heard a voice speak; "My name is Omni."

Physical Description:
Alex is 9'3" tall and weights 369lbs, giving him a body mass index of 21.1. In addition to this, he features a somatotype of 144, sitting perfectly between the mesomorph and ectomorph body types. As a result, he has broad shoulders, but an otherwise lean and elongated body, both muscular and toned. His fingers specifically are particularly long, ending in black claws as do the digits of most Ichorians.

His facial features are salient. The most noticeable among them being his deep seated, heavy lidded eyes and strong yet well kept brows give him the appearance of being ever vigilant and vaguely irate. Around his eyes are a thin black border which - while typical of Ichorians and something he's had since birth - give him the appearance of wearing eyeliner. His high-seated cheek bones and strong jaw give him a rough, masculine appearance. Due to the symmetry and allure of these traits, he can be seen as objectively beautiful, though what constitutes beauty for most is subjective.

Features aside, his face is further characterized by four noticeable traits; silver slitted eyes, a beauty mark under the exterior corner of his right eye, a black ring on his left ear and lower lip and a scar, this one vertical, at the center of his left jawbone. Along with his full mane of thick black hair, long black prehensile tail and two pairs of silver horns, he is thus difficult to miss in a crowd.

Alex, due to Ichor's rough atmosphere, has seen his skin bleach and discolor; his skin is thus very pale and almost gray in hue. This causes his veins, which are purple in color and exaggerated in number, to stand out somewhat where visible; his unique vascular system typical of Ichorians offsetting the difficulty his heart would otherwise have pumping blood through his massive body.

Though his wardrobe varies and he is most likely to simply wear anything he deems comfortable - having a notable preference for the color black if only due to nostalgia for his home - he tends to lean towards a typical attire which consists of a black leather coat with a silver fur collar, worn open with sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows, black leather gloves, a pair of gray stonewashed jeans with a black leather belt sporting a silver buckle and black combat boots sharing his belt's design. He also wears a silver pendant featuring an unicursive hexagram. He is rarely seen without a cigarette between his lips.

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

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

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat (-400 OM)
Super Jumping - Advanced (-500 OM)
Burst Movement (-800 OM)

Starting Moves:

N/A

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

Could I add what Autumn was doing before being summoned as a prime, or should that be for my roster?

Hey everyone,

As part of my next post, I've had may character fighting some zombies in the Moors, and in order to get a better idea of how to write out fight scenes, I thought I'd look over some of the competetive fights that have been posted here, and whilst doing so I noticed a tendency (most recently in the mock fight between Adam and Gamzee) for judges to mark people down for "misuse" of ellipses.
Now, I was not previously aware that using them to indicate a pause was actually wrong (and I'm fairly certain I've seen it done in more than a few books I've read), and so decided to look it up to find out more. I checked out a few different grammar sites, to find out how it was generally viewed by the grammar nazis writing community ... and apparently, none of them see anything wrong with it.

Every website I looked at suggested that an ellipsis was a perfectly suitable, grammatically appropriate way to mark a pause in a sentence, so I figured I'd post this topic to as why everyone here seems to consider that a mistake?

it wasn't really a quick question, so I'm responding in a thread.

Hideaki Yajima Wrote:

Sasuke Uchiha Wrote:And yes, the prime could essentially summon the secondary, however, this secondary wouldn't know of its experiences in the Underverse, because the prime made it and the prime does not have knowledge of those experiences. It's like how you can't summon books on topics your prime doesn't know enough about.

Now that's interesting. Does the same apply when summoning Secondaries from your own world? I'd assume so, but that seems like kind of a big deal. Shouldn't it be mentioned in the Rules somewhere that every single Secondary has had massive memory loss upon coming here? Because there's no way their Prime (no matter how close they were) could possibly have known every insignificant little detail of their lives, surely?

Or does this not apply? I'm not entirely sure whether Minato's comment overruled this or whether it was meant to apply in addition to the whole memory loss thing. Honestly, I never really understood the ruling all that well even when it applied to books. You'd think if people can summon chocobos by having played FFII this one time then surely so much as having a vague memory of the cover image ought to be enough to summon a book... but that ruling's already been made. Not much point in discussing it now, I guess.

Hideaki Yajima Wrote:

Minato Namikaze Wrote:Essentially creating two versions of the same secondary.

How would you rule on summoning a Secondary trapped in another location, though? Let's say they were jailed in Coruscant, for example; would the Prime who summoned them be able to re-summon them whilst they were still alive (i.e. teleport them) or would that also just create another version? And assuming they can't re-summon living beings, would that make suicide followed by Prime-assisted reincarnation a viable escape plan?

Also, assuming that they can't be re-summoned whilst alive (without just making a copy), do Secondaries need to wait three days after death before being available for re-summoning, or can they be brought back immediately?

Also also, on the subject of escape plans, would it be possible to Recall yourself out of a jail cell if you had a Recall Station in your Base?

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Just curious

-On a poster-

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Character name: Khlas, the Brave

Character source: Destiny Original

Character history: Khlas is a ancient Fallen, one that survived a long time with as his kind call, Dreg strength. He hid among the strong, being taught by the Vandals above him while surviving under horrible circumstances compared to years upon years ago. His species was a noble one, the Eliksni, that had a god known as the Great Machine. The Great Machine produced a substance akin to water for Humans known as Ether, and in a infinite amount. This was all the fallen needed, and the more they had, the bigger and stronger they get. The Hive, a ancient race of Darkness came, and caused the Great Whirlwind. The very sky fell away, and with it the entire species went into a civil war trying to survive. The Light had turned to the Darkness, and as such the Hive just went on chasing after The Great Machine, leaving the Eliksni alone.

Khlas and his kind became Houses, just like a Human Clan. Khlas was in the House of Winter, and as such went throughout the galaxy hunting the Traveler with a few other Houses. They wanted the Traveler, their Great Machine, to rebuild the glory they lost. They had to build Servitors in the shape of the Traveler that ripped apart matter and energy, transmuting it into Ether. The biggest, Prime Servitors, were their form of worship. They produced smaller Servitors, which could also produce Ether, so it was in their best interest to protect and let them grow. If they grow, Eleksni grow, Eleksni grow, some greatest gained, yes? That is how they saw things, and Khlas went along for as long as he could stomach.

Khlas was a lucky Dreg, one that was able to shoot a Wire Rifle well. When one of the Vandals that taught him in his youth was shot down by one of those living machines, the Vex, he went into action. The House of Winter fought for control over the planet Venus, fighting the Vex for their own technology which might offer them another way of life. So far, it was just a losing war of attrition. They were endless, no matter how many shots they put into them. Another would always take it's place. Khlas ripped through Vex Mind Cores with ease, landing precision shots against the pattern driven foes. Machines of hate, who controlled time and space! How did they have hope? Khlas still does not know to this day, but it was hope none the less.

He had earn the right of more Ether, and as such became a Vandal. He grew his second pair of arms, showing that he was of normal status. He taught Dregs in the art of firing a weapon, and how to use their shock knives. He lived in fear that his Captains might see him as a Dreg, and amputate his arms off again. Cut off his Ether, cut off his arms... the fear of a Vandal of becoming a Dreg. It never came, for he was summoned during the time of war. Guardians came and slaughtered paths through Venus, breaking the Vault of Glass and killing the "Kell of Kells" Skolas from House Wolves. He was trapped with his Captain, two other Vandals, and eight Dregs between a flaming Guardian and a Vex assault group near the Citadel. The lonely one was taken not by Oryx or death, but to a new realm. He had hope again, one that he would become a Kell.

Physical Description:
Khlas is almost never seen without his armor, but without his armor he is a four armed human-like organism. His skin is a light teal, with many sub-dermal white flesh hooks on his legs and hands that allow him to perch on any material able to support his weight. His four eyes are a reddish purple hue just like his blood. Khlas is thin, tough and nimble.

Khlas's main armor is colored in his own way, mostly pitch black as a base. His cloth material is a reddish purple and tends to be ripped near the edges and/or have holes in it. His helm has spikes embedded in his forehead, shaped like talons that occasionally spark with teal electricity between them. His helmet has a build in respirator that provides him with Ether, with the tubes going down into a chest compartment hidden by his cloth scarf. His armor has thin glowing crimson lines that help give him a somewhat intimidating appearance, but for most it's just some decent coloring. His armor is crude quality, but was build in a way that it still good enough to use.

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

Starting Proficiencies: Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)

Starting Powers: Master Acrobat (400), Stealth (1200)

Starting Moves:
Shock Blade - (Melee) 300 OM
Khlas pulls out the ornate hilt of a blade similar to that of a fencing sword with a slender hybrid of a katana and a longsword. The thin sword holds shock cores inside it that generates electricity, vibrating and sharpening the blade's cutting power into dense material. The blades can go through a few inches of muscle-dense material, but the electricity will quickly let it keep on going if not removed. Takes a few moments to build up the swing, but there is normally two blades attacking at the same time.

Wire Rifle (Ranged) - 300 OM
Khlas pulls out a sniper-like rifle with a shock core that takes three seconds to charge up a shot. The electricity charges into a plasma that leaves a thin trail the size of a bullet with decent puncturing power. The blast hits a target with all of it's energy unlike a bullet, being only slightly more lethal then a sniper round. The laser is as fast as a lightning bolt, though not as lethal.

Kell Strength (Tier 1 Super) - 600 OM (Physical Strength)
Khlas taps into himself to find the strength of his species, of the glorious Eliksni that once were. It takes him five seconds to tense up all of his muscles, gathering all of his strength before charging his foe, holding his Shock Swords backwards. He spins and slashes in circles at his foe with such ferocity a physical ring of electricity forms between his blades. The attack hits several times while the person is trapped in the vortex of blades and Arc energy.

200 OM not spent

I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct. I can not find a hidden code if there is one, but yes I have read it.