Quote:@ Edward Elric, do we need to have an official judge(staff member) for a practice fight/friendly spar?

Character name:

changelings don't have names, this is so that they don't get used to being called a certain thing.

Character source:

My little pony: friendship is magic

Character history:

his story starts in a hive were he was raised to sneak into ponies homes and steal there emotions, when he got old enough to leave the hive, the queen had a plan to steal the princess of love to feed all her children, a lavender unicorn was suspicious of the queen in her guise, the plan failed and the queen, as well as most of the hive died, but right before the shield blast hit him, he felt as if he was the only thing in existence...
Physical Description:

[spoiler][/spoiler]


he is mostly black with a large patch of blue on his back, holes varying in sizes along the legs, fangs wings and hooves as well, pony in shape.

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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength, Debuff Proficiency, ranged proficiency
Starting Powers:

shape shifting

Starting Moves:
Love eater: since changelings eat strong emotions instead of food this allows this changeling to eat any strong emotion of anyone within 20 feet around him,the amount of time it takes relative to the amount of emotion he eats go's as follows,I will also explain the effects on the target as well, a small amount of emotion that will only suit him for a quick snack is instantaneous, this does not effect the target, the amount of emotion that suits for a full meal is 1 second for each point the target has in defense,this causes slight drowsiness and the target can't feel the emotion that was eaten for a few seconds, he can eat the choice emotion in its entirety,pretty much a feast for the changeling, this takes 1 minute for every point in the targets DEF stat,this makes the target fatigued and unless he wants to sleep for a few days because his body is trying to recreate the emotion, he can no longer feel that emotion,witch can end up helping the target if a negative emotion was eaten , he can also sense the emotions of anyone he has recently interacted with that is still in his range (if you don't count regret and guilt as 2 different things, I know of 7 strong emotions: love, hate,anger, joy, sadness, guilt, and fear, might expand this, might not)

Omni asked if the 'food' energizes him, let me clear something up, IT'S HIS FOOD, it does the same thing as food does to us, it gives us energy and nutrients to use and survive, the only difference, changelings don't need water to send that nutrients around the body.

I know I probably don't haft to pay for this but it's worth noting that changelings have fangs and a horn, he can use those in a fight to ram and bite respectively.it is also noteworthy (but obvious) that he has no hands, only hooves, strange to think that a bug has hooves.

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Character name: Victoria

Character source: Original

Character history: She was her father's protégé. Young, intelligent, and so full of life; she was his everything. Victoria was what every business orientated father could ask for. Even at such a young age, a pre-teen by any other name, she was eager to be a part of his company and spend all her time with him.

Everything changed when, on a dark, cold night, she witnessed her father at gun point. Victoria begged for his life, and in doing so, her life was abruptly turned upside down. She was taken in by Zone Five as a victim, and turned into one of their most deadly weapons...

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After years fighting for Zone Five, and remaining under the strict control of her handler Jeremy, Victoria finds herself very far from home. It's nothing new to her, but after what might very well have been the most peaceful moment in her life, everything gets turned upside down again.

Physical Description: Victoria's hair is long, past the middle of her back, and cherry blossom pink. She wears leather attire that is form fitting, in the style of a vest and shorts, trimmed in gold. Her weapon of choice are her fists, and hands, making her a brawler, but she's not afraid to use guns.

She has bright blue eyes, and a variety of facial expressions, mostly stern. Her height is at an average 5'7" and she is trim and toned.

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

Starting Proficiencies: (2600) Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000), Ranged Materialize Proficiency (600)

Starting Powers: (1800) Regeneration - Advanced (1800)

Starting Moves: (?)

Gunslinger – Victoria curls her fingers in, her thumb up and her index finger out. Doing this gives her a gun, and after many hours of training, she has managed to infuse her electricity with her own internal energy, or ki. She weaves the two forces together in her hand and is able to fire electrical bullets from her “gun”. This gives the bullets more of a punch, and is much quicker than pulling her gun out in certain situations. She can use more than one hand, but it doesn’t make any difference to the attack. Requires Ranged Prof. Fires at a rapid rate, around a second for each bullet.

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

Hey guys! I've been filtering through a lot of my drawings recently (new and old), and realized just how many of them include the Eclipse Phase characters (mainly Athena, but the others too). Thought I would post my numerous artistic interpretations of Athena here, so you can get a better idea of what she looks like. I'm unearthing them gradually (and will probably make more along the way), so I shall keep adding as time goes on. ||3 As bonuses, I may upload the ones I've done of the other Souls as well.

Expect (among other things) stick figures. <<*not an artist* =="

The orcs thundered towards the group with murderous intent. They poured forth from the treeline, seemingly numerous. A hail of arrows blanketed the poor group of misfits, forcing them back against the walls of the ruined temple.

Bucky, the plucky B-1 droid shuffled backwards, greeting the orcs with a hail of blaster fire. A bright red fusillade of energy bolts carved into the oncoming green tide. His defective processor kicked into full gear and his robotic voice called out “Die Jedi Scum!” The insult fell on deaf ears as a particularly large orc bellowed a battlecry and chucked a brutishly large spear at the combat droid. The projectile collided with the robot’s left shoulder, forcing the clumsy droid to stumble backwards. A shower of sparks erupted from the injury and Bucky found his trusty left arm difficult to move.

The devastating echo of Mr. Clayton’s shotgun called out across the battlefield. He had taken a defensive position behind the other secondaries. The gentleman took great pleasure in what did not amount to much more than skeet shooting for him. His targets were too busy with their bloodthirsty charge to hide behind cover. Several arrows peppered the ground around him, but he took no mind to them firing once more into the crowd of greenskinned brutes. Another wave of arrows assaulted Clayton, forcing him to retreat back behind a waist-high stone wall. He did not escape unscathed, one of the arrows had found its mark along his right thigh, slicing a line of fire through his meaty flesh.

From the treeline Boer had been silently watching the commotion. The horde of orcs seemed to be endless and he wasn’t about to throw away his life trying to defend strangers. His voyeurism was interrupted by a sudden stinging sensation in his back. The beast-man whipped around to find a cackling cluster of goblins. The pernicious creatures wielded poison-tipped darts and had attempted to turn his back into a pincushion. “Why you little bastards” he bellowed, firing a rifle round into the nearest goblin. The creatures scattered into the underbrush, frightened from the imposing beast-man. Boer grunted in amusement as the skittish creatures seemingly made their escape. His joy was cut short as a hail of darts erupted from the foliage, forcing him to retreat into the clearing and subsequently into the battlefield.

Grave and Abner found themselves surrounded by a particularly vicious group of orcs. The brutes wielded all manner of crude and sinister weaponry, massive axes and bulky spears threatened the two secondaries. Grave wasted no time, firing round after round into the encroaching orcs, his relentless onslaught beat back the monstrous creatures. Abner followed Grave’s lead and fired his own pistol in between Grave’s withering gunfire. The warrior remained calm and collected, making sure each shot found its mark. The duo carved a path through the orcs and ran to rendezvous with the rest of the party. Their retreat was cut short by a barrage of poorly-aimed arrows.

An echoing roar was heard across the chaos of the battlefield. From the trees burst a massive forest troll. Its body was caked with dirt and moss and it clutched a large club in its meaty mitts. The beat roared with fury and charged forth towards the group. Klaud reacted quickly and with a flick of her wrist she wrapped her whip around the stampeding beast’s legs. The troll stumbled and fell to its knees, just barely catching itself before collapsing. Captain Crow took this opportunity to dart into the fray. With a dazzling display of speed he snaked between several orcs to strike at the troll. He slashed at the creature’s exposed sides and it roared in pain. Klaud did her best to keep the creature subdued, but with a mighty tub on her whip the troll pulled her close. The whip loosened and the troll lashed out, rushing to its feet and blindly swinging its club. The General and Captain were caught off-guard by the surprising burst of speed and both of them took a glancing blow from the club.

Meanwhile the resident zombie blindly charged towards a group of goblins. The small creatures scattered at the sight of the ravenous undead. Urg followed the closest one without hesitation, his simple mind unable to resist the allure of a chase. Eventually, with a half-hearted leap the zombie collapsed on the slippery creature. Its frightened shrieks were soon silenced by a sickening crunch as Urg began to feast. The battle raged around him, seemingly oblivious to the undead creature. When Urg’s belly was full the zombie stood up only to find that the little goblin had lodged a dagger into his chest.

Being experienced in combat against orcs Raw Onion took to the sky, knowing that they would have a hard time hitting her. She struck strategically, dive bombing key targets delivering vicious kicks to her unprepared foes. The archers shifted their attention to Raw Onion and began to pelt her with arrows. Her speed and agility kept her safe as she weaved in between arrows and spears. However a team of sneaky goblins had climbed the trees and sat in wait for a nasty nasty trap. The barrage of arrows forced the pegasis to fly close to the treeline and in that moment the goblins made their presence known. A large net was cast over her and she struggle to stay in the air. Raw Onion managed to steer herself back towards the ruins before crashing into the ground.

IRIS did its level best to try and avoid the heavy combat areas. In fact it managed to simply watch the fight from behind the safety of the others. The floating robot pressed as close to the ruins as possible, preferring to try and avoid the chaos of battle. Unfortunately a sneaky goblin had another idea. With a shrill battlecry the green imp leaped from the top of the ruins and came hurtling down, crashing into IRIS. The robot screeched “Do not touch me!” and shook violently to try and knock the goblin off. Unabated by IRIS’s thrashing the goblin tried to slash at the bot’s metal casing, finding a small chink in IRIS’s armor. Sparks flew as the goblin tried to pry apart the robot.

Stiel darted in between orc warrior’s taking opportunistic slashes and strikes against the clumsy brutes. He was relentless in his assault, striking down as many orcs as he could get near. Unfortunately Stiel’s attention-span got the better of him. His movements slowed as he watched Raw Onion get grounded. In his moment of innatention the forest troll had found its way over to the poor secondary. With a mighty blow the troll sent Stiel tumbling backwards, his only saving grace was his cybernetic armor.

Pinocchio froze when his nose was scraped by the point of a javelin-sized spear that would have surely taken off his head. The wooden boy dodged out of the way before he could become a shishkabob. As the spear dashed by him, a sliver of wood shot out from his nose. The wooden boy rolled out to the side and to an orc who had come in for the kill on the weakling, only to have the splinter stab the orc in the eye.

Rictoffen, in the meantime was closer to the border of tree and forestry. Upon first glance, no one was near. Upon a closer glance, an orc was behind him. He felt the creeping chill on his neck and raised a hand swiftly upward, accidentally hitting the orc square in the face, and knocking his attacker unconscious. After hearing the dense body hit the ground, the German spun around, shocked, and exclaimed his own surprise in his slurred accent, “Unz Orc?! Das right!” And pulled out his stylish pistol, ready to defend himself some more.

Zora flung them off of her one after the other, using her honed Zorojitsu techniques as guidance with every swing of motion. It seemed that all the talk of teaming up was largely an understatement, as the second arrows flew and warfare combed the area, most of the fights had become one-on-one.

Isaac was about to draw his own blood, when an orc tackled him to the ground. It snarled on top of him and went in for the killing blow. At the last second, the old veteran dodged his head and swiftly jerked upward, a jagged blade drew a crimson line on the side of his head, as the orc was thrown off of him. With only one arm it would be hard to pin the orc, who was right up on him, readying his next weapon - a long, freshly sharpened dagger - but before it could plunge into Isaac’s once-shot shoulder, a bullet fired into the orc’s skull and blood exploded everywhere on contact.

Christa winked at Isaac. “Old man, you’re getting sloppy.” It wasn’t his fault the orcs were faster than the majority of the group, the rebelled soldier smiled in reassurance and held her pistol in her grasp. Not faster than my Beretta.

Tooth shouts, “Tweet!” as she dodges an arrow.

Jan pulls out his M82 assault rifle and takes aim at the orc closest to him. The peppering shots echoed through the air as the blasting bursts take down the orc, with his stomach full of lead. Another closes in behind Jan, who dodges the spear speedily and elbows the orc, causing him to face-plant into the ground.

Grobdum charges with the blaze of five thousand warriors, plunging with his fervent might into the depths of battle. He readied his little knife and prepared to eviscerate the secondary closest to him, Urg. Intercepting his motion was Christa, who appeared from the shadows, leading with her flashy pistol in hand, and shot molten lead into his shoulder. With a howl of frustration, and to combat defeat, he attempted to scourge the girl with a ball of magic as the hot ball of liquid formed in his hand. Thrown, it flamed past her arm, singeing the burnt skin with the lick of magical flames.

A stacatto of bullets ripped forth from Christa’s rifle, tearing into the crowd of orcs. Every pull of her trigger sent another burst of hot lead into the advancing horde. She moved backwards, keeping a healthy distance away from the encroaching horde. From the crowd a goblin threw a large rock about the size of a baseball. Instinctively Christa moved to dodge the projectile, but was too slow and took a glancing blow to the forehead. This only served to enrage her and with gritted teeth she continued to fire into the green tide.

Top Man crept closer, his camera zooming in on the primitive war scene as he narrated with his best dataverse- expression that the Omniverse had stayed tuned for. "And now it appears we're comin' up on a territorial Orc tribe, it sounds like they are clashin' with another- oh, those aren't orcs!"

Before the TV personality could say more, a dart shot straight for the lens of TM's camera, and scratched it.

Meanwhile Lyra approached the group with stoically silent steps. An endangered "being" had responded too late to her call, and the archer leapt into action. With the crisp string of her bow stretching with her extended arm, she threw an arrow and heard the familiar sound "Thwum!" In her ear as a spear sliced at her forearm, in place of the stranger she had yet to know.

Quote:[spoiler]Bucky has an injured left arm. The arm can still function, but it responds slower and even clumsier than usual. Moderate injury.

Clayton has a minor gash on his right thigh. Minor Injury.

Boer’s body is covered in poisoned darts, if it wasn’t for his natural resistance to disease and poison he would be in rough shape. Minor Injury

Grave has several minor lacerations across his body. Minor injury

Abner has several minor lacerations across his body. Minor Injury

Klaud is bruised and beaten, but still able to fight. Minor Injury

Crow is bruised and battered, but still able to fight. Minor Injury

Urg has a dagger lodged in his chest, a minor inconvenience for the undead. Minor Injury

Raw Onion has a few scrapes and bruises, she is also covered by a loose net. Minor Injury

IRIS has a goblin grabbing it and has a nasty stab wound from its dagger. Moderate Injury

Stiel’s ribs are bruised and the wind is knocked out of him. Minor Injury

Christa has a killer headache and a small gash on her forehead. Minor Injury

Pinocchio has a paper-cut/scrape on the top of his nose. Minor Injury

Zora is uninjured after dealin’ some kick-ass blows to the orc invaders.

Isaac is missing a lock of his hair. Poor Isaac. Minor Injury

Rictoffen has a scrape on his left arm, acquired epically. Minor Injury

Tooth gets an arial view of the area, giving her an advantage. Minor Injury + influence with group

Jan receives a tiny slash on his arm. Minor Injury


Those who have posted late have been dealt minor injuries, however they have not been disqualified because they gave me a HUGE warning ahead of time. Next time I may not be so lenient but we all have extenuating circumstances at some point. Thank you everyone.

Grobdum has sustained a bullet wound from Christa. Moderate Injury

Lyra got scraped by an arrow. Minor injury.

Top Man's camera lens got scratched. Minor injury.


Overall, I’m amazed at how well everyone has written so far. My expectations for next round = YES.

For the next round, feel free to do a dynamic/group setting battle scene, show us what you got. I have some good expectations for this battle scene. People may die, fight fo’ your life.

And remember, we will be looking at quality, and the time you will have to post will be shorter. If you have the choice to post three small/speedy ones and one large, very eloquently written, I personally would promote the larger one with better quality. You’ll get a better score and will be more prone to surviving.[/spoiler]

Is actually on the 28th. But don't tell anyone that. hh:

This thread is a continuation of the other one, but gives yous guys more of a chance to coordinate. Well, until Omni's wrath falls upon us all.

Day two is up!

Happy writing

The sun was just rising on Cinnabar Island when Matrix and AndrAIa's boat approached one of the few docks on the island. Almost immediately they could tell this place was much more low tech than any of the Empire's civilizations scattered across the Vasty Deep. But to them that was a good sign. It meant there was likely little to no Imperial influence here, and that was what they wanted in a place where they could settle down for the time being.

Matrix jumped from the boat, landing on the dock while AndrAIa stayed at the controls. He found a few cleats and tied the boat's ropes to them, securing it tightly to the dock. As he stood up, he heard the motor die down. AndrAIa hopped down to the dock with little trouble, landing next to Matrix.

"Quiet, here," Matrix commented, looking around the area they'd arrived in.

The small port looked like it was home to two or three fishing vessels, at most, though none of them were there at the moment. Instead the small pier was completely empty, except for a some fishing supplies scattered about. Matrix stepped over a few nets, with AndrAIa following him off the dock and onto dry land.

"It's a little creepy," AndrAIa had to reply, feeling that something in the air just wasn't right.

They took a few steps onto the dirt, observing the area as they did. The dock simply led to a dirt trail, giving them the option to go left or right. If they continued straight, they would walk right into a large rock wall situated about fifty yards from them. Plenty of bushes and shrubbery were scattered along the side of the trail, as well. Matrix paused for a moment, wondering which route to take, before suddenly his instincts kicked in. All of a sudden, he knew they weren't alone.

"AndrAIa!" Matrix immediately shouted, holding his left arm out to the side, preventing her from walking past him. She got the point and stopped right away.

As he made his realization the cliff face began to move, and three rock beings stepped out of their perfect camouflage. Matrix couldn't believe he missed something hiding in plain sight like that, but now wasn't the time to dwell on it. In an instant, Gun was in his right hand, while he was positioning himself between these creatures and AndrAIa. AndrAIa, herself, was reaching for her expandable trident on her belt.

Matrix's robotic eye was quickly scanning and assessing these three foes, but as that was happening more unusual creatures began emerging from hiding places all over the area. He couldn't believe he'd walked them right into an ambush. His eye told him that the center, snake-like rock being was called an Onix, and that it was flanked on either side by Geodudes. He looked around to see they were completely surrounded, and even saw a serpent creature he quickly identified as a Gyrados floating in the water, behind their boat. They were trapped.

One of the creatures stepped forward, a blue skinned dinosaur that upon a scan Matrix learned was called a Yoshi. This Yoshi creature had two black equipment straps running across it's chest, at the center of each were pistols, and it appeared tools and ammo took up the remaining space. He did not draw his weapons simply because it was obvious he didn't need to. Matrix, on the the other hand, kept his own firearm trained on it.

"Who are you?" the Yoshi abruptly demanded, locking eyes with Matrix.

"Enzo..." AndrAIa hesitantly said from behind him. Matrix could hear the sound of her trident extending as her back pressed against his. They didn't have a lot other options.

"Some welcoming party," Matrix replied sarcastically.

"If you're from the Empire, you've made a big mistake," the Yoshi instantly said back, his eyes narrowing as he spoke.

"Empire?" Matrix responded, clearly confused and caught off guard by the accusation.

"Wait, we're not Empire!" AndrAIa shouted from behind Matrix, stepping to the side and turning to face the Yoshi now. She saw an opportunity to end this confrontation peacefully, so she was going to take it. "We're here because we're trying to stay away from the Empire!"

The Yoshi's eyes narrowed even further, indicating suspicion towards that comment.

"Then why are you here?" the Yoshi asked, now shifting his eyes to AndrAIa occasionally, but still keeping most of his attention on Matrix and his gun.

"She just told you," Matrix snapped back, still seething with anger over this situation.

The Onix let out a low growl. It was getting tired of this stand off. AndrAIa sighed, because she was too. She suddenly retracted her trident into it's much smaller carry mode, and clipped it to her belt. Once she did that she stepped forward and put one hand on Matrix's right arm and another on his shoulder. Matrix tensed up at her touch, but she gently pushed his arm down so the barrel of Gun was pointing at the dirt. It seemed to defuse the situation a little bit, because the surrounding creatures all stepped back a little bit and seemed to relax slightly.

"Please, listen," AndrAIa continued. "We've only been in this Omniverse a little while, and we ended up here in the Vasty Deep. We've been looking for a place away from Imperial influence where we can get our bearings."

The Yoshi silently listened, but when it made no further movements AndrAIa just continued.

"Look, we just want to lay low and figure this world out," AndrAIa explained. "We'd like to just take shelter in your home for a little while, if you'll allow us."

The Yoshi stood there for a moment, it seemed to be contemplating what she said for a moment. Finally, it spoke up.

"This is Cinnabar Island," the Yoshi explained. "We have nothing to do with the Empire, and we do everything in our power to keep it that way. Your boat looks like Imperial tech, so we were on alert as soon as you came near the island. The Empire has been trying to get a foothold here, sometimes aggressively."

"It's because we stole it," Matrix answered, letting go of his gun and letting it snap to his hip.

The Yoshi nodded. "We'll take you to the main settlement, let you talk with the council. They may be willing to let you stay, if you can earn your place. It's their call."

"Fine by me," Matrix replied, though he was unimpressed by the idea he might have to jump through some hoops. However, he would hear them out.

AndrAIa felt much better about the situation, so she gave a gracious nod and a smile. "Thank you. I'm AndrAIa, and this is Matrix."

"Syril," The blue skinned Yoshi replied with his own name, then nodded his head down the trail. "Follow me."

Matrix and AndrAIa watched as the Yoshi began to walk down the trail, and the other creatures in the area began to disperse. AndrAIa shot one last look back at the boat, hoping their temporary home would be safe for the time being. They slowly began walking after Syril, wondering if the whole trail had hidden defenders. Even more importantly, they wondered what awaited them at this village.

I'll keep posting updates as i get more done.