Yeah. I've decided to change my character after not even having written a single post as him...
I've re-titled my joining and roster topics to "Please Delete This Thread".

I do intend to take part in this RP at some point, but next time round I plan on making certain I have a character whom I not only like, but will actually enjoy playing, before I post anything.

Sorry for time-wasting, and I hope that not too many people will hold it against me when I do finally get around to joining in.  hobon:

Permission to do a full scale invasion of the Underverse. By full scale I mean I want to send a small recovery detachment from the Imperial Legion to discover the whereabouts of Trixie and to recover her. My NPC Nova will be involved. Casualties expected. No special treatment expected. I will still attempt to leave the Underverse in the same manner as the rules states.

Character Name: Jaixe
Character Source: Kingdom Hearts (kinda) (Original Character)
Character History:
[spoiler]Heartless, mindless creatures of Darkness born from the shadows of people's hearts, the manifestations of their souls and consciousness. They are void of thought, wallowing in despair, rage, hatred, and other chaotic emotions. They collect Hearts for the sole purpose of fulfilling the void that was once filled by their own. This is what Jaixe is born of, though he does not succumb to the illusion that Darkness should be devoid of thought or order.

Jaixe was once a human, referred to by a different name, and originating from a world locked in constant twilight and distant storms. A world filled with towering skyscrapers and urban sprawl, that was somehow totally isolated in its existence from the rest of the worlds. That man sought knowledge beyond his existence due to such an apparently meaningless existence, and pursued knowledge about the Darkness and its many followers in his desire to be power, ageless, and most importantly, influential. Of course he would eventually be swallowed by the Darkness, consumed by the Heartless, and in the end, become one himself.

He was turned into a shadow, a tiny incarnation of the Darkness he so zealously sought to understand but failed in the end. However, though that shadow appeared weak and frail like the others, there was something unique about it that drove it to evolve and grow in power. It bore sparks, fragments of its past and thoughts. Jaixe is a pureblood Heartless, one not born from an experiment gone wrong, that later evolved into a Seeker of Darkness. They are especially rare entities that have access to the memories of his past self, a connection to the Realm of Darkness and its inhabitants, and are self-aware, capable of intelligent thought and planning.

It wasn’t long after his transformation that he met his other self, a Nobody, born from the same tragedy that created him. The two would ally with one another, with Jaixe commanding and the other serving as his champion, with the idea that the will and desire of one is the same as the other. With this arrangement, and Jaixe’s natural affinity for attracting and commanding Heartless around him due to the very nature of Heartless to swarm against their enemies, Jaixe began attempted a campaign with the goal of washing every world in shadow and destroying every trace of the Light. Kingdom Hearts, Keyblades, prophetic stories, the tenuous, intricate balance of Light and Dark, those were deemed irrelevant by him. He did not seek to use power shrouded in unreliable mysteries or submit himself to the fantasies of an age so veiled in chaos that answers seemed impossible to find. Instead, he utilized that which he thought was power in its truest form.

Not much time passed until he and his Nobody self were slain for the first time due to this overconfidence in his strength. It was a miscalculation, plain and simple, he shouldn't have let them get so close to him, let alone let that girl strike at him with a Keyblade. Much as he may detest them, they were still his greatest weakness. Jaixe was at least certain that he wouldn't make that same reckless mistake twice. He was correct, though, with putting his faith in one thing: the secret that he learned that would allow them to be truly immortal, even against Keybladers. When a Heartless and their Nobody are vanquished, they return again to the being they once were. He knew it was inevitable that the cycle would repeat itself and he would return.

Of course, that was until he heard the sound of running water and felt a soft, gentle wind as he waded in the never ending sea of darkness he was cast into upon his demise. That was unexpected for someone who should be back in the comfort of his own long-abandoned and decrepit home...

(I decided to avoid being particularly descriptive for the fact that I wasn’t the only one writing the story that this guy originates from. This should adequately explain what Jaixe is, what sort of personality he has, and how he deviates from normal KH canon. Seekers are not normally created due to an evolutionary struggle, after all. Though Jaixe was not yet a significant figure, and was generally far weaker and prominent than Ansem in the story when he was brought here, I at least noted, or hinted at, enough of his history for me to use as a foundation if I need to play it by ear. And no, the female Keyblader is not one of the canon characters, if you're wondering.)[/spoiler]

Physical Description:
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Jaixe appears as an almost unassuming young man with a slim figure and long, spiky hair that reaches to below the base of his neck. He has pointed ears, an oddity given that his original human form lacked such, and blood-orange glowing eyes with cat-like pupils. The expression that adorns his face is almost always studious and focused, if not bored or scornful.

Stats: +1 Stat Increase (1000 OM)
ATK: 2
DEF: 3
SPD: 3
TEC: 3

Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:
Survival – 2000 OM
Due to his nature as a living entity of darkness, Jaixe lacks things such as internal organs or even blood. For that reason, he can sustain injuries and survive in environments that would normally be fatal to anyone else. However, due to either the balancing effect or simply the foreign nature of the Omniverse, crippling attacks targeting specific muscle groups, those designed to sever limbs, and poison-based techniques will still find themselves effective as if Jaixe still had lungs or muscles that could be afflicted.
(I'm not doing that remote control for severed arms thing. I'm an entity of darkness, not a zombified barbie doll with pop-off limbs thank you. If I do anything similar to that, I'll do it with some style and make it a halfway respectable move. *Avoids making obvious Captain Falcon joke.*)

Starting Moves:
Shadow Beam - 300 OM (Requires Ranged Proficiency)
Jaixe’s hand glows a dark violet, and is covered in shadowy flames as he takes aim with it, his open palm facing whatever his target might be. After two seconds of charging, a beam of violet and black energy launches from the empty palm and straight ahead at its intended target.

The beam is roughly one and a half meters in diameter, four meters in length, and travels at speeds greater than a standard arrow at around one-hundred and sixty meters per second, but is still considerably slower than the average bullet. The beam hits like any traditional beam attack would. The beam does not curve or track its target in any way, it only fires straight to where it is aimed. It also cannot be charged up for increased damage. Repeated usage without at least a few seconds break in between firing can be increasingly exhausting.

Energy Storm - 300 OM (Requires Ranged Proficiency)
Jaixe conjures three small, violet and black colored, swirling orbs that revolve around his hand in a triangular formation. Functioning much like a gun, Jaixe takes aim with his arm and fires off a barrage of dark energy missiles, each one originating from one of the orbs in a sequential fashion.

The overall rate of fire of the ability is twelve missiles per second, with each orb firing four. Each orb has the capacity to fire forty missiles, thereby giving it a sustained firing time of ten seconds before the orbs dissipate and the ability needs to be recasted. Jaixe must wait three seconds before being able to recast this ability. The missiles do not track, and function similarly as bullets upon impacting against anything. If an orb is destroyed or damaged (it is a small and frail target after all), it dissipates and cuts the rate of fire and capacity accordingly.

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A year ago today it was just me, Ganondorf and Proto man, chuggin' on. Ach, but, those were the days. Our traffic was maybe a quarter of what it is now. We lived in a wet boot and used to advertise on shitty jcink forums for handfuls of stale omnilium. The rules pages were a new thing, having previously been a bunch of forum topics. There were no monthly votes. The Stacker was more than mere legend. Ganondorf was still awaiting twins. And I still thought Jak Mar was a dude.

We've gotten bigger over the last year, but honestly I still feel like the spirit of this place has remained. I had an idea in my head from the very beginning of what I wanted this place to be and though I knew I could make it happen, seeing it and being able to wake up to it existing every day is friggin' awesome. It's like finishing a great painting or a book, except that thing is simply a spine and a cover and the words are BEING WRITTEN BY OTHER PEOPLE. I dunno. I'm good at systems, not similies.

That's why getting this repetitive strain injury was such a blow. Seeing my site and being unable to contribute effectively really laid me low mentally. Not even being able to distract myself with games didn't help. As time went on from the initial injury I went from tired to annoyed to depressed. I had to watch my site and watch the new staff struggle while I wondered whether I'd even be able to come back and run the thing. The thought of that was pretty awful for me. And yet somehow, even in my absence, the place grew. That's when I really realised it had a life without me. It was both relieving and depressing in a sense.

I can honestly say that the biggest people I want to thank this year are my staffers. Sarah, Proto Man, Guu, Luffy and Atelos really busted their asses to keep this place on the rails. And seeing that made me really happy. The fact that anyone, let alone so many people, cared enough that they were willing to invest themselves and their free time into this thing I created. And it's not just them. Everyone that tried to make a story – even those that weren't successful, but especially those who managed to pull it off despite the odds, have been making this site a success. Obvious props goes to Alex, for running the biggest event to date on the site. IC Omni knows how he managed to pull that off with his school schedule. The patience, writing ability, organisation and willpower of that man is legendary. Even if there is no God or Buddha, I believe in Proto Man.

The secondary saga is another great example, and though two of the three people running it are now staff, they were all members just a month or two ago. Pulling off this kind of large-scale story takes initiative, guts and inspiration. And off the back of that creativity, even more creativity has flourished. Just take a look at the IC topics and you'll see. It's like a chain-reaction of awesomeness, cascading to an explosion of ... really good shit. Look, I already said.

These are the big, obvious examples, but this site is really a tapestry of all the small stories. The world that goes on even when you're not watching or reading. The buddies doing their own thing, meeting up to freeball and wing a story. The crabs under Camelot. The ball in the Moors. The twitter posts. Oh god the twitter posts. And each and every person who's sent a little something towards the site. I love you all and you all make me feel warm and fuzzy inside for making something you consider to be of worth. I hope to soon have more to say thank you with, but until then, my undeserving gratitude will have to suffice. m(_ _)m

This has been a little more personal than last year's celebration, but it has been a personal year and I think it's really underscored the fact that this place is more than just a website to many of us. This is a community. A home. A place where you can come not just to role-play, but to meet like-minded people and find solidarity. I know I'm not the only one who's had a tough year, and I know I'm not the only one who's found friends here. So thank you, Omniverse, for being you, and I hope to make next year even more rewarding. Happy Omniversary!

(My hand still tingles when I type, but I've learned to get around it. Though frustrating at first, I'm now used to this voice recognition software. My hand is getting a little better every day, and I'm now even able to play video games again. Now if I can just get that job next week, things'll be well on track )

Inspired by Dante's current sig, I thought about making a bigger version for the current banner. Then, inspired by this, I thought about adding more stuff for each character. Taking logos and titles from many games to represent as many of our actual characters as possible (unfortunately we don't have a Knuckles ...). Now, before I actually do this, I'm opening the doors for anyone who actually loves and is good at these kind of graphics projects. Otherwise it's going to be me.

Bear in mind, depending on page sizing, much of the outside of the banner goes unseen, so ... don't use it all >_>

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“So close...”

Dirt kicked up, staining the once shining door of the vehicle as it slid to a halt. It’s lights stained the darkness, revealing the bloody individual on the ground as well as the varying soldiers. Red eyes glared into the window, revealing the two suited men, as well as their well dressed passenger in the back. “Identification?” The soldier asked. With a grunt from the driver, the black car’s engines came to a halt, the key rotating and being pulled out as the soldier kept glaring into the vehicle’s rolled up window.

She was so close.

The passenger door opened, two claws delicately landed onto the dirt path, followed by the ends of military fatigues that followed the digitigrade legs form. The man lowered his head, hunched over, pulling his body out of the car along with a suitcase, the soldier stood straight, turning his head to the sudden activity. The medals were dotted along the green military uniform, the torso hanging with varying awards from the numerous campaigns of the old wars.

“Sir!” The soldier saluted, frighteningly speaking as his clawed hand met his black helmet. The general grunted, walking past the surprised soldier, whom slowly lowered his arm and turned back to stare at the individual on the ground, where the general aimed to walk to. In a mere few seconds, the suitcase was already opened, a revolver taken out and the wooden case tossed onto the floor carelessly. “You could have done great things, and instead you tried to run. Get up.” The general rolled the revolver’s center, six clicks echoed in the night as it’s metal shined against the car’s light. “I said get up. That is a order, Jay.”

There was no response, the traitor merely laid there with her eyes open, staring forward at the checkpoint in the distance. Every soldier in the area was watching, eagerly waiting for a conclusion as they held their rifles, having fought through day and night this past month to capture their target. Joy, there was much joy, their mission would come to an end and they could focus on their enemy beyond the border. “Get her on her knees. Move it.” The general motioned to two soldiers, whom hesitantly looked at each other before jogging up into the light, grabbing Kalli by the shoulders and lifting her to her knees, keeping her there before taking a few steps back.

She merely sat, head low and eyes open, seeming both horrified and confused. The general could barely feel pity, he remember the numbers, both years spent and soldiers murdered, today would be a good day for her to die. With a click from the revolver, he aimed down, the end of the barrel nearly touching her feathers on her forehead.

“For crimes against the state involving escaping police custody, murdering soldiers protecting both the nation and its people, as well as decimating private property and above all else, collaborating with the enemy of the state...You shall be charged with death.”

“This is it.” She slowly looked up at her once father figure, it had been so long ago that she was a mere child learning how to hold a gun, and now she was hunted by the same people whom had taught her such things. All because she wanted freedom. “I’m not sorry.” The general said with a low voice, glaring down at her. She merely accepted her fate with wide eyes.

And then with a click from the trigger, it all faded.

***

There was a single drip of a water, her eyelids flickered, slowly getting up as the stone below her remained consistent. White, that is all she could see, hearing running water at her side while the tattered blue of her uniform waved with every movement, swaying like a swing on a swing set. "Where am I?" she asked herself, staring blankly at the distance, seeing the flickering gates that lead to each different world, colors of green, red, yellow, brown, and others that she couldn't imagine appearing together. But no matter what color was inside these portals, she seemed to be surrounded by plain white. And a cold, stone fountain spewing water out of it's head, some small droplets raining on her fathers like a light drizzle in the rain.

A flash occurred, brain suddenly coming to life, words dripped from her ears, the word Omni and Prime were the first for her to hear. A strange figure, a empty room, her memory slowly faded in and out of her head like waves through a pond. There was little for her to remember, and she enjoyed that, the temporary amnesia would easily fade in mere seconds as she recalled her introduction to this life. Relaxing, her nerves came back to her claws as she got up to sit on the side of the fountain, no longer laying her back uncomfortably on the surface, laid out like a wounded soldier. Except, it seemed her wounds were gone- she was healthy once more, without cuts or brusing.

A loud thud echoed, Kalli grunting as she slammed onto the floor, legs wobbling as she got to her feet, taking grip of the fountain's side. Slamming herself onto it and staring into the water, looking for a reflection in the shallow blue. Cupping her hands and lifting them up once more swiftly, water splashed over he face, flinching at the sudden force Kalli would soon open her eyes once more, feeling her exhausted legs come to life as her face appeared in the water, looking back at her with the blank expression she had. "Omnilium." She muttered, remembering the mysterious talking figure from before. Was that a dream, or did she literally teleport from one location to the next? And why would a mysterious figure take interest in some random individual?

Finally standing straight and leaning her back against the stone fountain, her brain flickered and faded, and she found herself staring at her hands, muttering "Omnilium." once more in tone of exhaustion and confusion. "Thinking of what I desire most..." Almost saying what she remembered word for word, her arm extend out with the claw pointing towards the ground, looking tiredly, Kalli kept her posture for a amount of time she could not record. After what she could only guess was an hour of standing, the white floor had something land on top of it- a small pack of rations and a new uniform.

"Not what I wanted specifically, but alright..." She muttered sounding grumpy, questioning what her brain had done to modify her thoughts, but maybe her brain had done nothing and it was her mere exhaustion causing her thoughts to shift in and out. No matter what it was, she opened the rations pack, eating the food that was inside and quickly dressing herself in her new clothes, tossing the old ones onto the fountain's side. Staring again at the different 'gates' once more in thought, she began to walk. Where to she did not know, but firmly believing that there was an answer for all of this, she would move to seek it.

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The squad of Stromtroopers on the other side of the Coruscant-Nexus gate were ready for Dante's arrival, witnessing him through the watery window of the portal. Like the guards on the outside, the soldiers here flanked the motorcycle's path in single file, but with triple the numbers. At their head, blocking the way, was who Dante assumed was the particular commander for this squad of soldiers, for the intricacies and decorations upon his armor design. He quickly stopped his bike, responding to the commander's open palm.

"New Prime?" The decorated suit of white padding spoke, bearing a harder voice than his associate on the other side of the gate. "State your name and business."

"I hear there's a certain someone out there bearing something akin to my likeness. I'd like to ensure I'm not associated with him," Dante announced clearly. While he may look different enough now, dressed with his black vestment over his longcoat, he'd rather not take a risk before he could solve it.

The commander looked at him with the same blank stare upon his helmet, while his posture stood unflinching. "...Your name, Prime."

Dante nearly smacked himself over that detail. Though he did so anyway, in reality, to actually buy time to deliberate over what name of his to actually use. Better safe than sorry, he decided. "Tony Redgrave." His human persona was generally a lesser risk, except when he was on a major mission and it became irrelevant.

The soldier pulled out some digital device and tapped away at it for a few moments. Registering the name, probably. This 'Empire' clearly liked their security, if they were taking note of every person that passed through their gates. And from the quick glances Dante was able to sneak at the city around them, it was for good measure: the place was practically a utopian metropolis. Towering buildings, floating highways of hovercars, a brilliant sunlit sky shining down, and not a single person who looked less than upper class. It made Dante wonder what secrets this city had tucked away to make this topside look so presentable.

"Alright, Redgrave. You mentioned something about a terrorist looking like you?" The squad commander asked, a couple of moments after finishing whatever he was up to with the data device. Tired of sitting on the running bike, Dante cut power from the engine and parked the cycle, heaving a leg over to dismount. He adjusted the weight of the silvery sword on his back, and then finally looked back.

"That's right. I don't want to get any cases of mistaken identity when I'm walking down the street or anything like that," Dante coolly explained, shifting his tone away from the firm, serious one he held prior. "So, anything special I can do to prevent that kind of problem?"

A certain 'hrm' emitted from the commander, seeming to consider Dante's words carefully. Meanwhile, the Stormtroopers dispersed somewhat, returning to posts stationed around the gate rather than flanking the entryway. Two troopers remained on standby near the commander, however. After a few seconds of pondering from the leader, he answered, "I suppose there are several ways. You could obtain an official citizenship for Coruscant, as a certain identity to protect you from false accusations. You might enlist in the ranks of the Imperial military-" this earned a cross of the arms and a more defined frown from Dante, "...Or perhaps, if you're feeling personal about it, you could register yourself as a bounty hunter and eliminate the threat yourself."

The half-devil's serious visage remained. The latter option did hold more appeal to him, certainly, and for a lot of reasons. One was that Dante didn't submit well to higher authority. Like the sword bound to him, the Son of Sparda was an irrepressible soul that would sooner punch a cop in the face than even be turned in for questioning. Obviously, that was a factor he had grown out of somewhat, but the basic urge still remained - he wouldn't submit to a higher power, and he would do whatever things he wanted in his way - within logical reason, of course.

Another reason, related to the first, was Dante's perceptions of this 'Empire'. The name they wore so proudly, the soldiers clad completely in universal white armor, the largely utopian feel of the above-ground of this city; it all rung as something off-kilter to Dante. They obviously had a lot of power and resources to even get this advanced, and the thing with empires was that there was always typically a ruler at their head. Maybe that ruler here was benevolent, and maybe not. He didn't exactly pressing to know right now, and he didn't want to find out when he was already strung up into his services and loyalty.

In any case, his question wasn't exactly answered. "...So how do I go about any of that?"