Character name: The Bandit With No Name

Character source: Original/Endless Dunes

Character history:
The Bandit With No Name was created by an unknown Prime in the Endless Dunes, as a Secondary. Without a name, a purpose, a history, memory or any equipment, she forged her own path in the unforgiving sands. She joined Sledge’s gang near the Vault, but when Sinestro assaulted their compound, she made it her own personal mission to destroy him. Sadly, her story did not end as she had hoped.

In her final act as a secondary, she made an attack on Sinestro and his deputies, and died in the process. To her surprise, she was reborn at the Fountain by Omni, though she does not know why.

Her true story begins now.

(It is currently unclear if she is the “same” person as she was when she was a Secondary, or if she is a new prime given the now-dead Secondary’s body and memories.)

Physical Description: (originals only)


The Bandit has very dark skin, long, black dreads, and a scrapped together suit of anachronistic armor with spikes and several glowing ports of energy. She wears a pair of large dark green cargo pants with several pockets and straps holding up additional pouches and containers. She wears a simple white grease-paint skull over her face, and ritualistically applies it before combat, or expected combat.

Stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 3
SPD: 1
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength – 1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM
Area Attack Proficiency – 600 OM

Starting Powers:
Super Speed – 1000 OM (for later use with Truck)
ATK Stat Increase – 1000 OM

Starting Moves:
AER9 laser rifle – 300 OM
This laser rifle hails from the Fallout universe, and fires pulses of red energy. It has a maximum firing rate of one round per second. As with all energy weapons, the AER9 can suffer from poor performance if not properly maintained. The crystal arrays and non-mechanical components are delicate and if not properly serviced can lead to a loss of beam intensity, overheating, and energy regulation failure.

Steel Armor – 300 OM
The Bandit’s mish-mashed steel armor covers her fists, toes, shins and forearms. She uses the metal coating to jack people up. With her limbs. KA-POWWWW.

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I don't think many people have explored the DeBuff proficiency, so I figured I'd ask some questions.


Would I be able to create ailments around the debuff? Ex. poison, freeze, zombie status, etc, etc.

Maybe moves revolving around lowering stats, or knocking people out of their powered-up forms?


I acknowledge that these ideas would probably warrant a super move, and not a regular move, but I just wanna open up the possibilities some.

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Putting out a public interest check for a Camelot Colosseum Tournament. Would be a series of 1v1 fights (using standard Omniverse fight rules and judging). Single-elimination, although there'd probably be a consolation bracket. The winner would receive a Colosseum Championship Belt and everyone, regardless of where they fall in the rankings, would receive the Participation Bonus.

I'll probably be a (poor) participant, since I got enough interested judges (and because lolwutisfreetime), but obviously I need to see if there's an interest among the denizens of the Omniverse to want to brawl UFC Colosseum-style.

Just making this for a place to put images for those who I've worked for. Mainly I'll put download links to PSD files or source files if you want them.

The low buzz created by the fletching of an arrow narrowly missing her head made Trixie jerk to the left. Her opponent had been reported as a master marksman. She could feel the warm trickle of blood from the surface laceration the arrowhead had made as it gently touched her cheek on the way by. Twirling the gladius in her right hand she swapped hands with a gentle toss. Trixie pressed her right pointer finger to her cheek and examined the blood that had stained her skin. Whatever Jorgan had done, her senses were now all screaming at her brain to process information faster than ever before. She could hear the snap of the bow string as another arrow took flight. As if time had been standing still the entire time Trixie side stepped the projectile and gently lifted it out of its trajectory with her free hand. Pivoting on her heel she rotated around another arrow, this one just barely catching the leather armor she had strapped to her torso.

The bowstring snapped again and another arrow was in flight. In one graceful move Trixie snapped the arrow she had in her hand in two and threw the tip at her opponent's leg. Spinning around to meet the oncoming arrow she placed the palm of her hand to the flat part of her gladius and met the arrow with the broad side of the blade. With an upwards motion she deflected the arrow into the stands where it struck a food vendor. The crowd erupted into both laughter and cheers. The vendor was mugged for his edible merchandise and currency.

With a smirk Trixie watch as her marksman arena enemy pulled his previously launched arrowhead from his thigh. Stumbling backward he drew and knocked another arrow just as the now white haired mistress charged. Blood would be spilled and Beatrix would do anything to achieve it. The marksman loosed his arrow and with a fleshy thud it landed just under his enemies left collarbone, but it did nothing to halt the progress of her stampede. Blood sprayed Trixie in the face as she drove her sword upward through his abdomen and under his ribs. Twisting the blade she pierced through his back side. Not satisfied she ripped the arrow from her shoulder and plunged it into his eye socket before wrenching his head to the side. Exposing her newly grown fangs she bit down hard on his neck and ripped his throat out. Blood gushed from the open wound, covering the both of them. With an enraged battle cry Trixie pushed her dying opponent to the ground.

As his blood pooled on the sand covered arena floor the spectators stood to cheer for her victory. A horn signalled the end of the match and the gates built into the walls of the ring opened. Sia Morelli, head of security for the female pit fighters, exited from beneath the stands to escort Trixie back to the holding area. She was wielding her trademark bat and being followed by her hand chosen bodyguards.

“Prisoner 11256, congratulations on your victory. Come with me back to holding.” Sia commanded as she unleashed a nasty swing to the back of the white haired mistress’ head.

With a snap of her fingers Sia’s guards carried the unconscious Trixie towards the exit of the ring. A brilliant display of colours flashed before the indentured warrior as she was bludgeoned into a deep slumber. Beatrix saw Nova crying in her apartment, the battle where she was sucked into wherever she currently presided. It was all violently erased by the permanent scowl of that woman who looked just like her. Those glowing pink eyes. She had seemed to know something about what was happening.

Those eyes.

This is a thing that is happening.

In this topic, right here, Dante the half-devil demon slayer is about to throw down with Zangetsu the sword spirit over some crap about the former being spiritually impaled and the latter being something of a smartass.

The challenge has been proposed with the following rules:
3 rounds (for 6 posts, 3 each)
800-word limit for posts
48-hour interval for next player to post
Dante will take the first post to engage

We have yet to decide upon a judge because I am indecisive and I don't know who has actually judged before and would have experience with this.

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Being so acquainted with traveling worlds, the portal was far too familiar than Jaixe cared to admit. It was a familiar sensation of being pulled through a tear in space, soaring past air and stars in a swirling tunnel of light and shadow that probably didn’t exist, and were a means of the mind to comprehend what was occurring, and then finally appearing, whole and complete, at ones destination. It was always somewhat exhilarating, and secretly, he enjoyed this one familiarity.

Of course, he would probably enjoy this world far more than he thought.

This city, Coruscant he believed the stormtroopers explained to him, was sprawling and massive beyond belief. It reminded him of his home of Arcadia, though the skies were clear and free of that permanently stalking storm, and it was the middle of day, not a persistent dusk fall. This place was already better than the Skycity. The familiar feel of walking on cool steel walkways, hanging precariously over what seemed to be an endless abyss that awaited below, the feel of the wind sweeping past you with every speeding car that flew past you, the smell of industry, desperation, hopes, and clear skies. Yes, this is what he missed the most.

After exiting the portal and soaking in the familiarity that he knew would probably be quite rare in these worlds, he examined his surroundings more carefully. There were more stormtroopers and passers-by strewed about, more concerned about their current lives than they are with a new visitor with no name or status. This was a bustling city, filled with thousands or millions of occupants after all, one extra head meant very little in the grand scheme to them. But what caught his eye was a nearby terminal that seemed to be unused, awaiting another to approach it.
He did so, and as he neared where it hung on the railing, the only guard between one and a very long fall, the screen flickered to life with information.

“The Empire welcomes you to Coruscant, traveler. This public terminal is here for the public’s use. I have knowledge of the layout of the city, basic history, important tourist locations, and when the next sky taxi will arrive. What would you like to know?” Jaixe read the message, though found no buttons or means of interacting with the device on hand. On an impulse, he flicked on the screen and watched the message appear to be flung away with a menu placed behind it for the options presented to him. He lightly tapped the city layout icon, and what appeared in front of him was a miniaturized holographic projection of the city. It zoomed in to where he and the terminal was located and labelled it as a “way station” of some sort. Interesting.

He flicked again on the screen, making a rotating gesture, and watched as the projection turned at his insistence. Fascinating piece of technology, he wished Arcadia was similar to this. Though, he recalled, he wasn’t liable to return there again regardless.

With a series of flicks, turns, and other gestures applied to the screen, he maneuvered the projection around, taking in all of the labels, routes, walkways, important structures, anything he could that might be useful during his tenure here. Though the terminal lacked the information he wanted about the Omniverse, at least it was helpful in the here and now. Especially since it just showed him the way to what was called the “Library of Coruscant.” Now that was exactly what he needed.

He tapped on the far-right corner of the screen and closed the projection, returning once more to the menu screen. Now he just needed a ride.