Hey people.

So for my current solo storyline I need a fitting Prime villain who delights in cruelty and domination, but also uses subtlety. I don't really feel like making another OC, so I was wondering what sort of ideas people might have, though I'd also have to know them well enough to play them right.

The arc I have planned involves the trafficking of secondaries as an OM source, so this villain needs to be power hungry, but that shouldn't be hard for a villain.


Thaaaanks~

With Permission, I'd like to post some skeleton Character Sheets here for my two possible Alts. I'm leaving Character history pretty basic, but for the character that gets chosen I will expand upon. I'm stuck between Cole from Dragon Age Inquisition and Henry from Fire Emblem. I'd like to hear some people's input and advice!

As some of you probably know from my incessant derpings on the CBox, once I reach the 8k OM mark (or perhaps earlier, I might donate at some point really) I would like to make a second character for use in the Omniverse. My issue is, because we're currently limited to 2 and I am kind of a person that wants it all, I have a hard time taking a decision.
Anyone want to help out? I'd be grateful!
Below's just a list of potential characters that I've thought of, with my personal pros and cons.

Hurrr you can just summon them as secondaries. I don't really want to because secondaries are quite weak compared to primaries. It wouldn't feel right.

The Emperor of Mankind (Warhammer 40k)
Saw that coming, did you? :omni: But yes, the Emprah. From what little I know of this character, I really like him and think he would be cool to put into the Omniverse. It's a character I can see less frozen into his canonical goals because they are so broad ("Serve humanity") and while he would obviously need toning down in terms of power it could be a character with great depths.
Pros: He's the Emprah! And stuff. Also looks like Jesus wearing armor. Could summon cool characters as secondaries.
Cons: There's Space Marine NPCs in Coruscant already, so there would be clashes of canon. Also as I am a WH40k noob (still reading the Horus heresy books, #scrub) I don't know a lot about the Emperor outside of what I read in wikis. And I'd have to tone his strength down a lot probably, which would suck.

The Witch of Izalith (Dark Souls)
Like most Dark Souls characters, she's an obscure one with little lore about her. Tl;dr, she was one of the three first gods next to Lord Gwyn and Gravelord Nito, she was the first Pyromancer who passed her knowledge down to her children and several students, eventually to the Chosen Undead. Canonically she was consumed by her creation when she tried to replicate the First Flame, which was in danger of burning out.

Pros: Not much is known about her so I have a lot of creative freedom. Badass pyromancer, check. Interesting lore, check.
Cons: Alexyana already kind of takes a fire route so the characters might wind up sort of similar. Also, she only appears very briefly in a cinematic so there are next to no depictions of her and her abilities. And because Dark Souls has the shittiest graphics ever I can't disguise my character as her and take a screenshot because it'd make eyes bleed.

Knight Artorias (Dark Souls)
Such an amazing character. Many tears were shed in memory of his heroic deeds... and when thinking back to the hard-as-balls battle that he gave us in the AotA DLC. Also one of the deepest characters of Dark Souls. Which is to say, not very.
Pros: There's a lot of material to work with - animations for his attacks, background, items... it's all there. Also, power-wise he would fit in fairly well.
Cons: Artorias is a huge victim of the Dark Souls "this lore depresses me" syndrome - which kind of applies to everyone and everything in the game anyway, although Artorias has this much more than most other characters. He could do nothing but save his wolf from the Abyss and even then had to sacrifice himself, becoming corrupted in the process. He's unable to control his body anymore. He failed against forces greater than him. There's even a "Prepare to cry" video about him.


Garrosh Hellscream (World of Warcraft)
Lok'tar ogar, Victory or Death! Seriously, of the few characters of WoW that I know, Garrosh easily takes the crown. Yeeeah, Sylvanas, you're second. He's such an awesome character despite what some people say. Also, when he's a Warchief, bald and stuff, standing around in Orgrimmar, he looks smexy with those rippling muscles and the little piercing eyes.
Pros: Everybody who knows the Warcraftverse knows Garrosh, at least since the MoP and WoD extensions for the game. He's a character with more depth than some claim, and I think that the Omniverse would be perfect to break open that tough-guy-Warchief shell of his and bring out the amazing character beneath.
Cons: Well, Thrall already exists in the Omniverse. And Garrosh is a similar fighting type to Alexyana (huge endurance, rather powerful attacks, moves respectably fast, little technique) so he might not be all that fun. Plus, I am not familiar enough with WoW to be fully comfortable with Garrosh's lore.

Nonon Jakuzure (Kill la Kill)
Yup! For some reason I like the character, mainly for her cool fighting style. I dunno, I felt like she deserves a spot in my list, though she might turn out to be boring.
Pros: Music-based fighting style! I could link youtube music videos for days in the middle of an RP fight! But seriously, her fighting style is quite unique and, while KLK brings facepalming to a new level (flute-shaped missiles? A subwoofer tank?) it's also fun.
Cons: Like several Kill la Kill characters, Nonon is shallow. I feel like she's tied with Hoka Inumata for the Elite 4 character to get the least screentime, so that makes things meh. And like all Kill la Kill characters, she's ridiculously powerful and resiliant, so she'd need severe downtoning to fit in.

Archon (Starcraft)
Kind of unexpected, I know But for some reason, Archons have always fascinated me when I played Starcraft II, in terms of lore (tl;dr, Archons are two merged Protoss characters who give up their bodies and very identities to merge into a powerful Archon, a deed for which their names are engraved into a Protoss memorial tablet) and ingame looks and mechanics (they're very simple and very powerful units who are almost entirely energy and have next to no HP, but huge shields to compensate). I'd probably make an Archon with some semi-canon twists, like maybe it's a Hybrid Archon with self-consciousness.
Pros: I've never seen any Archon characters before, they also don't have much lore surrounding them, so in total I have a lot of creative freedom. And Starcraft has a vast amount of lore and diversity that I could draw from to make the character interesting and deep.
Cons: I'm a Starcraft noob pretty much so the Archon will likely turn out against the canon. Also, normally Archons have no self-consciousness so the character itself is against Starcraft canon.

It was cold. Like not just cold, but really fuckin' cold. The kind of cold that made Adam realize all too quickly that the God Tier outfits weren't quite as insulating as he had been lead to believe. Sure, they kept out the worst of the wind, and he probably wouldn't freeze to death any time soon....but that wasn't much comfort when his entire arms were nearly bared to Boreas's fucking hate-wheezing.

Fuck Boreas.

For that matter, fuck the North Wind. Fuck wind in general.

But most of all, fuck the entirety of this god damn verse full of ice and cold and pain. It was full of nothing but contempt for anything that wasn't covered in a foot thick layer of fur or rage to protect them from the cold. Adam had neither of those things. It was only the faintly simmering cauldron of pure and utter discontent for nearly everything at that particular moment that kept him from eroding a nice hole to hide in and get out of the wind and snow.

Well, that and the clownish fuck currently staring him down from ten paces away. That incessantly dull, vacant, dopey half grin on his face did more than unnerve Adam. He'd seen a similarly dull, vacant expression on the face of a highblooded troll before, and it had ended with him getting FUCKING IMPALED TO A LIGHTNINGROD.

"Alright I give. I'm apparently fated to be continually haunted by some clown with the melted ass end of a rainbow for blood unless I do something about it I guess."He really didn't want to. He really, really didn't want to. Adam had never been the best at handling Strife when he was by his lonesome. But he didn't really have many other options all the way out here in the ice box of a sadistic man child deity.

Squaring his shoulders, the young Heir of Time brought his crutch up to bear, shaking off snow that had collected upon it, and attempted to dislodge the pearly flames from his own frame as he lifted off to hover a few inches above the ground. "Do or die, clown. Preferably the latter."

My new character is from the Gundam Wing Universe. In my backstory she acquired the original OZ-00 Tallgeese from Zechs in the divorce. She perfected piloting it and maintaining. I'm also going to have her capable of maintaining the suit by herself as long as he had a hangar. Now that she's in Omniverse is it okay to say, for purely fodder, that she is a Omnilium Mechanical Engineer? What I mean by that is I'm going to have her capable of upgrading, repairing, and fixing just about anything to do with the newly designed OM version of Tallgeese. I want her to have a hangar/workshop (base eventually) where she can rip apart things and tinker with the fabric of Omnilium to create and enhance things (with purchases where necessary). I am not talking about a boon of sudden magical knowledge of Omnilium and how it works. I'm merely saying is it okay if I transfer her intellect from her old verse into the new one in a different form? She won't know about Omnilium until she begins to work with it, but that natural ability to solve and create will be there to make it easier.

TL;DR I'm trying to piggy back Tony Stark and the Iron Man suit into Lucrezia Noin and Tallgeese 1.

The rotting hulk that was Okor collapsed through the shimmering sheet of Omnillium stretched between the palm posts, the dead mass of his body slamming against the emptiness beneath him, black smoke pouring from the charred remains of his eye. A necrotic hand stretched out into the infinite darkness, groping and grasping at the endless void in abject futility, touching nothing more than the barrier of force, of insubstantial invisibility, that formed the floor of the Nexus. Then, he found a face, soft, yielding flesh was clutched within his diseased claws. "Rebecca?" he gurgled, cursing his own weakness. To be so crippled by a lone infantryman! His brothers would be ashamed of him. "I'm right here, mister Oh-Keer!" she said, the curiosity and indefatigability of youth triumphing over any fears she may have. Was he like that, once? Perhaps until the screams first started, before he bore arms against the endless waves of the dead. He chuckled as he reminisced, the sound coming unbidden from the cesspit of infection that passed for his mouth. He began to push himself off from the void, rising unsteadily to his feet, stumbling as he reached his full titanic height. He could feel a grip of some kind on his arm, Rebecca clambering over him, using his massive frame as an impromptu playground. He began to walk, trusting in Nurgle and his children to guide him. The swarm shifted beneath his skin, skittering across yellowed bone, and tunneling through decayed flesh.

He could barely feel his minute traveling companion standing atop his shoulder, a petite pale hand grasping his horn. Her voice spoke up, piercing the background noise of the Plague Marine's plodding tread and rasping, ragged respiration. "What's this place, Mister Oh-keer?" In his mind's eye, he could imagine her casting her wide-eyed gaze across the white horizon, drinking in the seeming purity of the Nexus. "This is... The Nexus, dear child. This is where Primes are... taken, when they are first stolen from their homes. Every creature our captor believes to deserve this... prison, is spawned here, drowning in strangeness and the madness." He could feel the Sister shift her weight, sitting on his pauldron, idly kicking her legs, her heels lightly tapping slime-covered ceramite. "'S pretty." She slurred lazily.

"Beautiful? My... child, I find this place disgusting. It is a reminder of our jailor's ineptitude, how he cannot create. Look around, and see what... he can create." A barely noticeable change in pressure indicated she did so. "... Nuffin?" she said, reaching this conclusion once she stared into the endless emptiness. "Pre...cisely. All he is capable of doing is stealing, ripping champions from their own reality to his pale imitation. Worst of all, it is... static. None of us may die. Secondaries fall like wheat before the scythe. Usually..." He drifted off for a moment, reaching his bare hand to the ember-filled hole in his eye, a hole burned through it by the heat of the trooper's strange las-pistol. Regaining composure, he resumed his speech. "Tell me Rebecca, what is the point of a story without an end? Where every tale must end with a promise of eternal life, life without struggle or pain?" Rebecca's youthful face contorted into a visage of concentration, pondering this question. After a few moments, she questioned: "... Is there one?" The millennia-old walking corpse threw back his head and laughed. "No. Every story needs an end. How else would there be a lesson, a moral to the fable? If ... history spent its entirety recounting one tale, when would there be a chance for a new one? All things must come to an end, if only so something can begin. This realm... seeks to pervert that law, to keep us all in a perpetual existence, with no rest, no respite. Only endless life. Is that any way to live?" He gave a chuckle as he continued his seemingly endless trek. "Child, we seek a gate of cut stone, I have been told. Tell me when you... see it." "'S over there. Little bit to the... right." The familiar voice of his companion spoke from atop his shoulder, the pause probably allowing for her to determine which direction was which. Laughing, Okor adjusted his course, bouncing off of the solid surface of the gate, a small amount of crude mortar falling like dust onto his armour, to the amusement of Rebecca. Guiding himself forward, he stepped through the stone pillars, leaving the empty void behind him.

Axorn woke up, sucking a huge gasp of air into his lungs before focusing his eyesight and realizing where he was. I'm back here? Well... At least I'm not dead for good. Axorn slowly got up, still trying to shake the dark feeling of death that was still sending a shiver down his spine. He finally got to his feet, walked over to the fountain, which had tranformed into a small simple basin of water, much to Axorn's surprise, and sat down on it's edge. Axorn searched his pockets and found the Mobile Dataverse Device right where he left it. Time to get some more information about this place, he thought, turning the device on and causing it's screen to blink to life. He quickly mastered the interface and spent his time surfing the Dataverse learning about each verse and it's current events. After a few hours of surfing, Axorn realized he could just re-create his communicator from his home world and insert whatever device connected the Mobile Dataverse Device to the Dataverse. He closed his eyes, focusing on the minor details of the watch-like communicator before it materialised a few minutes later. He then turned off the Mobile Dataverse Device and wedged it open with his claws. He then expertly located and removed the Dataverse chip, inserted it into a slot in his communicator, allowing it to connect to the Dataverse, and fastened it to his wrist. He turned it on and pressed a button, causing it to project a holo-screen in front of him with it's familiar user interface. Perfect, he thought, this will be much faster. He began searching the headlines of the Dataverse and found that there was going to be a tournament held in Camelot. Axorn decided it would be a great idea to head there and network with others in order to build up a group of people he could count on in this world. He got up, summoned a chestnut colored steed, after fifteen minutes of concentration, no less, and rushed off towards the camelot portal, slipping through it and having that familiar sensation associated with portal travel.

Who want's to mix it up? Post here.

*Disclaimer: Ms. Marvel won't be nearly as active as Sasuke (Who isn't overly active either) so if you are looking for an every day kind of poster, that won't be Ms. Marvel, but if your cool with that, let's do stuff.

So far her only plan is to join the tourney in Camelot, so... Hit me up!

"I expected the nexus portal to.... Sting, or something, I guess." Weiss thought to herself, taking one long look back at the gate she'd came from, before surveying her surroundings. She'd picked the gate, more or less, at random. "Because that's how I'm going to find them. Walking in whatever random direction suits my fancy." Weiss thought bitterly.

Weiss took a few experimental steps forward, a soft puff of dust accompanying her footsteps. If she'd been a little younger or a little happier, she'd probably find this breathtaking, she reflected. She'd never been in a place so open in all her life: Remnant was mainly covered with vast forests and cluttered cities. This place, on the other hand, seemed to have less trees than she could count on one hand. Instead, the wind blew across fields of grass larger than Weiss had seen in her life. Weiss realized this was the first time in her life she'd ever been able to look in one direction and see nothing but an open expanse all the way to the horizon. The pure beauty of the nature around her should have taken her breath away.

In a sense, it did. Just how big was this world? How many places could Ruby be? And this was just one gate. What if they all contained different places? The realization made Weiss struggle to hold back tears. How many more months was the scope of what she was searching through.

Weiss took a deep breath to steady herself. She'd made a decision. Even if every step was an ordeal, she would take it. "...I won't give up." Weiss said softly. "Because if it was the other way around... You wouldn't either. Right?" Weiss said to herself. Somehow, someway, she found the energy. the ability to put each step forward. "You'd just keep walking... And stay positive..." Weiss continued, each word coming out in an increasingly halting tone. "And just look at it as another adventure. Because it was impossible for you to stay down for very long."
Weiss's stride slowed with every sentence.
"...I miss you."
Weiss took a deep breath, as she forced her tears back. She'd been missing her partner for six months now. That wound was already red when Omni decided to add a few extra, just for kicks. Like a nasty kick in the gut.

That was fine with her. If he wanted to play games like this, she'd gladly find him and punch him in his stupid smiling face till he told her where they were. And how to reach them. Omnipotent or not, Weiss didn't care at this point. It's not like she really had anything to lose.

"No. You have the chance to find Ruby to lose. Maybe even Blake and Yang. Don't forget that." She thought to herself reluctantly. She wasn't able to just work off raw emotion like Yang. She didn't possess the ability to willfully drown out common sense like that. For the first time Weiss found herself envying that trait.
So now the only choice was to keep walking down this dusty road, hope that eventually some sort of feature would-
Amidst the grass and the wind surrounding her, a flash of bone-white porcelain appeared, and Weiss instinctively jumped back, Myrtenaster's dustchamber already spinning in hand. Grimm! Was she an idiot? Even here, there would probably be grimm in the wild. She-

"Excuse me, miss, would you like to buy a mask?" a soft, male voice echoed.

Grimm didn't talk... Weiss took a breath and focused her eyes properly. What she'd thought was a Grimm was just.. A mask on a backpack. Though as far as grimm masks go, it was probably the most realistic Ursa she'd ever seen. It was also the largest backpack, twice the size of the purple-garbed merchant who bore it on his back.

"Oh, my... Might I say, miss, your face is most... Unique. Have you ever thought of modeling for a mask. I could pay you in Omnilium." The small man said. The broad smile the man bore felt less genuine with his eyes so closed, but he seemed harmless enough.

"Umm, no thanks, I'm actually... Looking... For someone..." Weiss said with a nervous tone. What kind of creep just asks to make a mask of your face? "She's about 5'2, dark red hair, petite.. Probably hugging a collapsible Scythe..." Weiss asked, figuring it was worth a shot. Though she didn't know if she actually liked the idea of Ruby meeting this creep.
The man merely rubbed his hands together. "Ahh... I'm afraid it's a shame... I haven't seen her, I'm afraid. Though I haven't been everywhere here, yet. I'm just a travelling mask salesman. I am sorry you didn't find my offer enticing, but... I'll always be willing to do it later if you reconsider, when you're not so pressed for time. Or, if you wish, I could always sell you a mask. for you see, I am the-"
Weiss simply shook her head. "uhh... no, no, that's... Not necessary. I'm sorry." Weiss said with slightly raised eyebrows. "but if you haven't seen her, I'm afraid I have to-"

"You are a prime, are you not?" The man interrupted her.
"I... what?" Weiss asked
"A prime. You have the feel of someone new to this world. A prime is one summoned here by Omni, personally."
Weiss raised her eyebrow at that.
"I... Guess I am."
The man chuckled, and Weiss couldn't help but tighten her grip on Myrtenaster. It was not a natural laugh.
"If the one you're looking for is also a prime, you could always enter the tournament." The man said with a smile. "I plan to go there soon myself, after recruiting some happiness salesman to help me work with the crowd."
Happiness salesman? Okay... Weiss wanted to just end this increasingly weird conversation, but this WAS her only resort in finding out more about the world.
"The tournament? What does that have to do with finding someone?"

The man's smile was omnipresent as ever, and Weiss kept finding herself more and more uncomfortable staring at it as he took his time before answering. "Ahh, a battle between primes in the coliseum! I have certain... sources... that informed me that the great arena there will soon open. Many primes will go there... And winners are well-publicized. Even if you cannot find your friend... if you go to this tournament, and do well, perhaps this friend will find you."
Weiss frowned. This guy wasn't on the straight-and-narrow. Weiss could easily tell that much. but... there was no way she could pass up the opportunity. it was the closest thing to a shot she'd heard of this whole time.
"Where would I find this coliseum?"

The man simply procured a small map. "here, free of charge. this should bring you right to it. Are you planning on entering, then?"
Weiss Nodded. "I think so. Thank you... for the map, and your help." Weiss said, feeling a bit rude now. The man was certainly... eccentric, but he'd definitely just helped her out of a jam. And she'd spent all this time thinking about what a creep he was. "I have to get to the coliseum as fast as I can... So I guess I'll see you there when the tournament starts." Weiss said, as she walked past the salesman. "Goodbye."
"Oh... You can count on it." the man said with a smile as she walked past.
Weiss had barely started to walk, before something from earlier in the conversation clicked in her brain.
"Hey!" Weiss yelled back. "So what was that you were saying earlier, about buying things with omn-"


Weiss found the words cut off in her throat as she looked back. The area was nothing but flat grassland for miles, and yet... The man had completely disappeared.

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