So, at some point in the near future, Demetri will be venturing off into the forbidden verse, also known as hell, or the underverse. I have talked loosely with Victor Wolfe to be the one to do the banishing. Demetri will mostly be going there to satisfy his curiosity of the unknown and get some serious rep for the institute. ("Yeah, we went to the underverse.") However, it will be a long and lonely battle. Perchance some other primes may have their own curiosity and sense of adventure piqued at the mention of this verse, and may feel a tinge of excitement, or dread, at the thought of exploring it. With this I INSIST that anyone ] join Demetri in his quest(along with IRIS after I revive her). This will most likely happen within a month after I finish my current quest and repair IRIS (and possibly establish a base for Demetri in Camelot), but I want to get out of the hellhole ASAP. I am shooting for a month and a half in the underverse AT BEST, 3-4 at the worst, although I would prefer to be out and back into the lovely normal verses within two months, so I'd appreciate active peeps. Anyone up to take the highway to hell?

Also, ill probably only be willing to take 2 people with me, unless we split into groups. Having a large group would slow things down considerably, even more so is proper communication isn't established.

With current confirmed people, groups will be made.

NO LONGER ACCEPTING PARTICIPANTS.

Confirmed Damnation:
-Yu Kanda
-Kalli
-Dean Winchester

Sure, usually staff have done them, so no one has ever bothered to ask.

There haven't been many real fights, right? Alex judged half of them most likely.  Real fights mean the judge determines the winner and the outcome is decided by victor, not predetermined*.

*Predetermined  means you are just asking  someone to  tell you who they think shoulod of won, but you want to know anyways...

This being said, like sagas, shouldn't be someone that judges a fight, non-predeteremined, get something in OM? Like say the same OM or slightly more as one gets for a book club for a fortnight? I don't know the gain. I'm lazy lol

I'm probably the guy that gets in the most fights IC, and I don't think the judges ever got anything in return for their judging...

"You wanted to see me?" It was Jack Frost standing at the door of the vault.

Retane didn't answer but, instead, continued to stare at the case in front of him. The ice wielder waited a few moments before entering, even though he hadn't been given permission. Frost had never asked permission to do so yet, so didn't see any point in starting now.

The Horsemen remained quiet as he cocked his head, watching the little demonic symbiote press up against the glass as if begging to be freed. It almost even seemed more eager to be freed as The Guardian of the Horsemen approached. Retane wondered what would happen if someone that lost control when using the orgosynth put it back on. His eyes shifted to the side, putting Jack Frost in his peripherals, and decided against bringing the question out in the open.

Jack stopped when he realized that it was the Malefactor that had the Emerald Warrior's attention. Retane knew it made his comrade uneasy. Retane saw what it did to people first hand twice, and knew that it was dark and demonic. Perhaps that was why he was thinking to use it. It would be dangerous and risky if he did. No, for now it would sit there, safely tucked away and secure. The green warrior sucked in a deep breath and finally exhaled with a long sigh as he turned and looked at his closest friend.

"Yeah. I called for you." Retane saw that Krosst had tagged along, as well as Reatus and Dante. Retane had been alone in the recent weeks, letting the boys and Jack, himself, do their own thing. He had some thinking and understanding to do. He never expected to be so weak, but was starting to understand his limitations more and more. It seems he had been really weakened from the stress of Dante's Abyss, followed by fight with Renji, then the birthing of his six offspring.

"How's your training coming along?" Retane could see that Jack Frost was confused by the question. The ice wielder looked back to the trio of namekian spawn and shrugged his shoulders with a grin.

"Pretty good, I guess." Jack had been training with the three namekians while Retane had kept to himself in isolation.

"I see." Retane let his mind wonder for a few moments as he wondered just how strong Jack Frost had gotten. He had three training partners which could make for some interesting combinations. But training and an actual life threatening scenario were two different things. The namekian handed Jack Frost a slip of paper as he walked past. "Be at those coordinates in an hour."


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Retane stood on a branch, leaning against the trunk up in the treetops. He was nearly a mile from the Jade Reckoning compound. Below was a small clearing. How long it had been there, the namekian was unsure. Fallen leaves of all colors of brown littered the ground, though those on the trees were mostly still fully green and vibrant. The warrior had come here a few times, as he thought on things and tried to figure them out. It would be a good setting for what was to come, he decided.

Across from the namekian, on the opposite side, there was a rustle. No wind blew currently and a simple shift of the namekian's eyes brought the two shadowed figures into Retane's peripherals. It was Alaina and Airyonna, two kunoichi from the Village Hidden in the Forest. The two were allies of The Horsemen, though Retane knew he was testing at least one of their limits today. He had only asked Alaina to come, but her sister had been in ear shot and was nearly outraged at the request and reasoning. Alaina was the calm one of the two, usually quiet, and was a member of the medical corps. Airyonna, was a hothead that was stab firast, think about giving a fuck later, kind of fighter, or so Retane thought.

They both wore dark cloaks, with hoods over their heads. Retane understood the reasoning behind it. He knew both were uneasy with what he was planning, but the namekian felt it had to be done.

Before Retane could think about much more, he heard the foot falls of others coming from the direction of Jade Reckoning. From the voices, it was easily to discern that it was Jack Frost, accompanied by the namek's own three children. He figured they would come to, as he never specified to leave them behind. They'd learn from this experience too.

"Are we almost there yet?" It was Krosst that Retane heard.

"Dammit, Dante! Why did you have to ask that question so early on? If he says it one more time, I'm going to start punching you!" Reatus' voice was high in octave, as if he had was an annoyed parent that had heard the question so many times and was on his last nerve.

Dante and Jack laughed though it was the ice wielder that answered, "Yeah we should be nearly up on the coordinates now."

"Finally", grumbled Reatus. "I bet it's this clearing here isn't it? Where's father? Anyone see him?"

Retane could see them at the edge of the clearing as they steeped forward and paused.

"No- wait, what's that?" Dante pointed up in the direction of Retane.

It wasn't the Emerald Warrior, that his son was pointing out, but the two orbs of energy that glowed in his hands. The namekian loosed the two projectiles as their tails liked had his hands. The first blast hit the ground as the group leapt away in different directions. The second blast forced them to split even more. The adolescent namekain's found themselves at the treeline, while Jack Frost had leapt ahead into the clearing.

Retane stepped forward, walking to the edge of the thick branch, revealing himself to those below. He wore a black cloak, his face also concealed as his hood shadowed it. He crossed his arms as the Guardian looked up at him in confusion. The Leader of the Horsemen glanced at his hesitating children, then to the two female ninja.

"What's going on Retane?" Jack's knuckles gripped Savior so hard that his knuckles were whiter than usual.

"You wanted me to accept your thanks. You said that you knew how I felt. You said that I feel regret? Remember?" Retane was addressing Jack's last interruption with the small spar between the namekian and Atelos.

The Guardian of the Horsemen nodded, "Yeah, I remember. I know how it ached you. I watched the videos, the replays. I saw what it did to you."

"Does it haunt you?" Retane's voice was low, though it carried.

Jack was taken aback for a moment, and hesitated, "N-no. No it doesn't!"

"You're lying." The Emerald Warrior had seen the look of Tapion when he was innocent, and what he looked like after he had first killed. Jack Frost shared the same resemblance. Tapion had finally conceded that it took a while for him to get over the aftermath of Dante's Abyss. That he had nightmares of his first kill for a while. He knew Jack was going to something similar to Tapion, but worst. The namekian had heard it from his own own room, had heard the screams and cries from behind the steal doors.

Jack Frost didn't have nightmares like he did before he had become possessed by the orgosynth. It was Retane's idea to let him wear it. Retane knew it had been a bad choice after that. Krosst had been born from that memory.

The Guardian of the Horsemen struggled for a few moments, but finally admitted it, "Yeah, I've had nightmares about it? What's this all about?"

"I'm going to fix those nightmares today. You're going to have to fight me. Anyone that tries to interfere with me, will be killed on the spot." Retane looked to his children, then to the ninja.

"What are you going on about", Jack questioned. It was nearly a demand, but there was an uneasiness about him.

"This field will be a mark of at least one death, and I don't care who dies. You said you know how I feel, then let's find out!" Retane's voice deepened as he spoke.

"What are you saying? You'd kill your own kids?" Jack was looking back at the trio. Their glances were back and forth between each other, Frost, and their father.

"If they are foolish enough to interfere, then yes. That goes for your little girlfriend as well!" Retane had set the playing field as perfectly as he could. A slight rustle in the trees got the ice wielder to look up and at the spot where she stood, trembling in anger and annoyance.

Airyonna wouldn't speak out but it was obvious that she wanted to lash out at Retane. The namekian knew he had Jack Frost exactly where he wanted him; Witnesses: Everyone Jack really knew and cared about in the area to watch the spectacle...

As I understand it, before I got locked up, a Prime could Resummon their secondary after the secondary died and  pick and chose their memories. Right?

What if I, as a Prime, I wanted to technially upgrade my Npc's as I got stronger in levels? Like touch their heads or sometihng and make them older, and a bigger level via OM?

Example: I realize Krosst  got a low number draw(In my balancing he random.orged/got given Level 2). After my mandatory prequisites and Kenny giving him Mimic, he was left with under 300 OM. I'm not wanting to just Kill Him and reform him. Maybe like later give him another level by doing  the above mentioned.

Thoughts?

Character name: Chrystal Scream

Character source: Original

Character history: Chrystal comes from a post apocalyptic earth. The country she is from is divided into 3 sectors, the second one a ring of land around the first one, and the third one basically the rest of the earth. The 1st sector is extremely high tech, with guns, mechanical vehicles, high powered computers, and the like. The second sector is restricted to medieval technology, both to make them easier to control, and because of the fact that magic is much more abundant in places that aren't technologically advanced. The third sector is incredibly large, and filled with all sorts of mutated animals and monsters. Much more rare are magical creatures, such as animals made of the four main elements, animals that can control these elements, and other creatures with various powers. It is rumored that elves and dwarves can be found in the far reaches of this sector. A couple of bandit groups and rebels have also made bases throughout the sector although this is difficult due to the number of monsters out there.

Chrystal was born in the second sector, although it is unknown who her parents were as one or both of them left her for dead in a back alley. Her cries brought her to the attention of a young boy who was passing by, a member of a gang of orphans that stole to survive, as well as passed information to a couple of the rebel groups in the third sector. The boy felt compelled to take care of her as he was unable to just leave a baby to die. He didn't want that on his conscience. She grew up among the gang, fighting and stealing a part of everyday life. It wasn't enough for her though. She wanted more action, more bloodshed. As soon as she was old enough (12 years old) she left for one of the rebel bases in the third sector, fighting a good deal of monsters on the way. She joined the group quite easily, on account of her inhuman speed. They ran raids against the government almost weekly, and every day they fought of the hordes of monsters that would close in on the base. It was amazing, the most action packed time Chrystal had had in her life. The more she fought, the stronger she grew, surpassing most of the rebels and becoming one of the leaders, at only 16 years old.

It was a little bit too good to be true, and the Government counterattacked. The rebels survived, but the base was badly damaged and many of their strongest fighters were killed or seriously injured. That night a horde of monsters, much larger and stronger than normal, attacked, easily destroying the rest of the survivors, leaving Chrystal, one of the strongest, with a large gash in her side and falling unconscious. It was then that she found herself in a strange black void, unable to speak, a grinning silhouette explaining about a strange world.

Physical Description: (originals only)
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Chrystal is five feet and seven inches tall, weighing only 120 pounds. Her hair is long and a greenish white color, and her eyes are a light blue. Her clothing consists of a royal blue cloak/dress with intricate golden designs on the bottom edge. The collar is flared out a bit and is outlined in golden colored cloth as well. On both of her lower arms she has a pair of thick armbands which are a slightly darker blue and go up the backs of her hands where they are anchored by a set of rings. The part on the backs of her hands are black and gold and are intricately woven together. Underneath the cloak/dress she wears a blue and white shirt which is secured around her neck by a blue stone and a burgundy colored ribbon.


Stats:
ATK: 2
DEF:1
SPD:5
TEC: 2

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength (1000)
Starting Powers:
-Burst Movement (800)
-Master Acrobat (400)
-Foresight (1500)
-Super Jumping (Advanced) (500)

Starting Moves:
Kings Short Swords (Requires Physical Strength): (300)
A pair average size short swords, made for quick slashes and stabs with little power behind them. They makes up for their lack of power with their sheer speed though. The blade of each sword is two feet long, and the hilts are eight inches long, designed for a one handed grip. The cross guard of the blade is gold colored, with vine-like designs all over, while the blade of the swords are a plain silver color.

Total OM Spent: 4500
I confirm that I have read and agreed to the Rules of Conduct.

The sound of thunder echoed throughout the emptiness of the Nexus, accompanied by a short buzzing emanating from the icy portal located to it’s south. The shimmering, ethereal surface of the portal shimmered, it’s color changing to a murky silver as it rippled like a sea in storm. The portal almost seemed to bubble, as two vague shadows grew larger and larger.

Eventually, a metal axe blade passed through the portal, the energy swirling around the weapon like falling water. “That… was somethin’ weird.” Zul’kis said, stepping forward into the chamber proper. “I’ve never been through a portal ‘fore now…” Zul’kis shook his head, before glaring back at the portal. “And there y’are, checkin’ Omnitwitter.”


the sound of hollow hoofsteps announced Raal’s entry through the portal, as the Death Knight entered the nexus once more. The Warlock’s face was glued to his small dataverse device. The case for the screen seemed to have a skull motif, and the entire gadget seemed to be made of a dark grey stone. The symbol of the first horde was emblazoned on it’s back in bright red.

“I need to understand as much as I can about other lands. This is not fully accomplished by accessing this dataverse, as it seems much essential infrastructure is missing, but I’m capable of learning much about the greater world around us while informing myself during our mundane travel.”.

Zul’kis shook his head. “Mon, I’m following your omnitwitter. You’ve been on it all day.”
Raal looked at Zul’kis with an expression of mild confusion. “is communication not part of information gathering?”
“No one follows you. You’re communicating to basically no one.”
“...Venjo follows me.”.

“You could just talk to Venjo! Ya swapped addresses with him on ya communicator.”
Raal growled. “”This is a fruitless discussion. We have greater tasks on hand, Zul’kis. And the next step is already loathsome enough without having to listen to your prattle.”
Zul’kis sighed. Raal was avoiding the subject. But he did suppose arguing didn’t really help the matter at hand.

“Where we be going next?” The troll asked.
“We’ll have to go into the densest, seediest stronghold of humanity present in the Omniverse. The Empire’s capital verse of Coruscant. As a result…” Raal glared at the troll. “We’ll need to be as polite as possible.”
Zul’kis scratched his head. “That’s one of the last places I thought you’d want to go. What’s there that’s so important?”

Raal paused for a moment, before continuing. “Coruscant is a giant city of a land, from what I’ve gathered. There are several resources that are needed for a city to work. In particular - knowledge.” Raal explained. “And with the pace more advanced cities have, the faster and more extensive the knowledge must be transferred, so that everything can proceed smoothly.

As a result, it is likely archives and libraries exist in abundance there. These, we can plunder for free, as long as we cause no havoc. The Empire is not only large and developed, but has a mind for conquest, so exploration - and the recording of exploration - would be encouraged and active.”
Zul’kis nodded. “and you be wantin’ to secure knowledge on the empire, too.”.
Raal inclined his head. “quite right. As we wander between the different ‘verses, here, We shall require a lot of knowledge on the inherent dangers - and inherent opportunities - to avoid simply wandering without purpose. Time is limited on this journey. Every day we waste will be a day our foes grow stronger in their strongholds.”

Zul’kis quirked an eyebrow at that. “e’en so, once you have all that knowledge, what do ya plan to do? You still are one prime, after all.”.

Raal nodded. “My goals shall be explained at a later date. when we’re not standing in such a relatively public space.” Raal explained, holding out his hand. After a few moments of concentration and a slightly disgusted expression on Zul’kis’s face, Raal’s horse walked forward at a relaxed speed, a quintet of skeletons with swords and bows of varying make forming a defensive line around him.

Zul’kis followed behind him with a worried expression. “We’re not gonna start trouble, huh?”
Raal smirked. “that doesn’t mean I can’t keep them a little nervous. The Empire’s soldiers are apparently known for their professionalism.” He stated, as the gate to coruscant started appearing on the horizon.

Been thinking about this for a while....

I've been wanting to make a Walking Dead RPG (custom characters). It would take a lot of work and whatnot, but I'd love to do one


Just wondering if there would be any interest for something like this?

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Subject: Last known coordinates.

System has dropped below survival conditions and required immediate retrieval and repair. Functions are offline. Location of remains: Swamp of Sadness, Tangled Greens. GPS Coordinates: -11.60185, 37.35394.

Current damage: Shortage of circuits. Clogged gears. Warped metal armor. Split Functionality.

Recommended course of action: Extreme Repair or Burial.

Memory has been protected and saved.

-IRIS Emergency Functions

I really want to know what happens if you meat someone from the same universe as your character, for example Batman and Joker. Would they still have all of their history or would they be complete strangers to each others? This question goes for allies, lovers and family as well.

Character name:
Agent Venom. a.k.a Eugene "Flash" Thompson

Character source:
Marvel's Spiderman, Earth 616

Character history:
Flash Thompson also known as Agent Venom was a former classmate and school bully of Peter Parker.

After having his legs blown off whilst saving his team in a war, he was offered a position in the government's Project Rebirth 2.0 scheme where he was bonded to the Venom Symbiote and became Agent Venom.

A.V was taken to the omniverse multiple weeks after the events of the Spider Island series during a fight with villain, Kraven the Hunter.

Physical Description:


Underneath the outfit, Flash has medium length blonde hair.

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical
Ranged
Remote Control

Starting Powers:
Basic Jumping
Elasticity
Hive Mind

Starting Moves:
Web string: Agent Venom can shoot black web string up to 20 meters. Webs do no damage but are very durable and last up to 3 hours. Too much web stringing leaves A.V's defence weakened. Web strings can stick to other primes but cannot pin them. These webs are primarily used as a method of transport (swinging) or to grab items out of reach.

S.H.I.E.L.D Tablet: Just a standard tablet, most Shield agents are given one. Can connect to the dataverse.

S.H.I.E.L.D Pistol: Standard issue semi-automatic pistol. Fits in a holster on A.V's belt. Holds 12 bullets. Shoots 3 bullets a second. Near impossible to aim at anything further than 30 meters.

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