The deadline for posting in this thread is this weekend on Saturday afternoon. I'll lock the thread at that point and be doing the remainder of the OM rewards. Worst case scenario, it won't be closed until Sunday morning.

The two remaining VIP people can continue to take their time.

So some folks know this, but Samus is going to attempt to get revenge on Jak / banish him.

I'm going to be away for the next few days so my posts are delayed but just to say this is still my plan.

Taking interest had proven to be a direct display of weakness, but after his many years at Impel Down, Behemoth had developed a good idea of where the line of humanity was compromised and crossed into torture. A sickening pity rose in his stomach for the weak girl he had thrown on his motorboat's cold-as-steel flooring.

The monster's snake eyes faced forward as he came upon the homebound coordinates that he followed with ease. A large rock resembling a colossal and chiseled iceberg grew near as his own machine tore through the thrashing waves. A freshly cast shadow fell upon the pair before their presence was submerged completely within the enclosed island.

Behemoth slunk into the darkness of the creeping cave. He had found this washed-out, underground rock and somehow -after a short amount of time- had learned to call it home. The preset torches immediately flickered on as the boat whirled into the rocky docking port and the dim amber light revealed room to be a luminous blend of silver and gold.

The lair dwelled with the damp and salty scent of ocean, the rush of the rigorous breeze had been lost in the hollow mouth of the cave as they traveled into a narrow passage that lead to the main cavern. Clinging droplets of moisture dribbled from crystals that lined the ceiling and reached from the floor as glistening sharp spears.

Behemoth left the motionless girl in the swaying boat, though the land lover was bound to awaken and soon get irrationally seasick. With a distinguished squint and scoff, his eyes swept the lifeless cave. Going into hiding had been a challenge for him too, yet it had quickly become easy when he managed to hijacked a pirate ship. Mutiny? The monster now stared at the rewards.

Under the cover of the completely enclosed great rock, and at the same time looming overhead despite the undeniable height of the ceiling, lay a port of pirate ships. He had "accumulated" about fifteen, all in pristine condition and all towering over him. It almost appeared as though he was forming an army, yet he had not kept the crewmen and had coerced them all to walk the plank. Every. Last. One.

Some might consider it murder, but Behemoth thought a pirate was only as good as his ability to swim, or die valiantly with their ship. No one had chosen the latter, despite his very generous offer of freewill.

With a fling of his legs, the urgency in his hastened clatter was emphasized by how carelessly he crunched the mountains of gold treasure underneath the toe of his boot. Reaching for a glass he stirred an elixir together and rejoiced as the fluid slithered down his throat.

The crippling tang of the aftertaste filming on his tongue caused him to cringe with puckering remorse as he set the pear-shaped glass back on the wooden feast table that was had been arranged, rather unfittingly, in the middle of the lavish room's golden grandeur.

Still, an ominous tone remained flickering in the torchlight, as the kneeling man gripped his stomach and stood once more. With a swift glance over to the girl, he confirmed without his power that she merely remained in her previously sunken position and her body had begun to droop into the nooks and crevices of the raft's floor.

With a smirk, Behemoth thought of the many pirates he had triumphed over. Nearly ten-thousand men, and I decide to save one girl? That's much too sentimental... What had gotten into him?

After lifting Millie to a propped up position, and later unsatisfactorily placing her down on a leather couch, the serpent-eyed, black-haired secondary brought his forehead in close proximity to the woman's and spoke to whomever was listening. "Well, now you know where I live."

Character name: Riku

Character source: Kingdom Hearts


Character Appearance:

Character history: The Story Thus Far...

Riku is taken directly after the events of Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance.

Stats:

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

Proficiencies:

Physical Strength –1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM
Area Attack Proficiency – 600 OM
Ranged Materialize Proficiency – 600 OM

Powers:

Master Acrobat – 400 OM

Moves:

Way to the Dawn – 300 OM: Riku's signature weapon one of the extremely powerful ancient weapons of his universe that only a chosen few can wield, known as a "Keyblade". Riku's is a Keyblade from the Realm of Light and its name and design reflect Riku's nature as a being halfway between both light and darkness. The Way to the Dawn appears very similar to a previous Keyblade he wielded known as "Soul Eater". Appearing has a long red and black demonic wing, however there are some alterations. The first being the guard, on the left side it looks like a light blue demonic wing, the right side appears to be an angelic angel wing. Higher up near the top of the blade is another angel wing that juts out from the left side of the weapon reminiscing an angel's wing in flight. A curious and invaluable trait that Way to the Dawn (And keyblades have in general) is the ability to be summoned in a flash of light to it's owner's hand regardless of where they are so the Keyblade wielder will never be without a weapon.

Dark Firaga – 300 OM: One of, if not the most known attacks in Riku's arsenal. A spell that he is greatly familiar with as well has the most experience with. Despite it's dark origins it remains one of his tried and true moves in battle. The move is pretty straightforward. Riku stands still and charges up the spell for 4 seconds. Before releasing a single soccer ball sized sphere of dark blue fire at the foe from the palm of his outstretched hand. It rushes at the foe at the speeds of a fastball thrown by a Professional Baseball Pitcher. Right before making contact with the foe the orb splits adding two orbs for a total of 3 all together thus increasing the size and strength of blast. The spell deals medium damage to the main target and low splash damage to anything within 4 feet of the attack. The move requires no aim as it simply goes in a straight line and cannot home, thus making it highly inaccurate. The closer the target(s) are to the blast's focus, the more damage is dealt. Those hit by the attack are dealt fire damage but will not gain any burns. Usage of this attack is limited to two in succession as anymore will severally drain and immobilize Riku for a total of 15 seconds.

Starting Powers:

Physical Strength –1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM
Ranged Materialize Proficiency – 600 OM
Master Acrobat – 400 OM

Starting Moves:

Way to the Dawn – 900 OM
Dark Firaga – 300 OM

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

Ok, here's my attempt at a sig shop here and I'm willing to try some sigs for people who want them :3

Just send me a request on here on what you want and I'll get to it as soon as I can..

Examples:

The future has not been written. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves."

The timeline had been screwed with... John stared at a computer typing up information about Skynet and much more. He was the chosen one, the leader, the one that was supposed to lead the human resistance against Skynet... But how was he going to do this now that ... he never finished his trailing thoughts as he disappeared from where he was at.

That's when panic began to arise among the human resistance..
________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

After arriving in the Omniverse:

John felt himself falling... into nothing... A white space with some strange fountain. His eyes quickly moved to the area and he started to panic.. "No... NO! I have to go home! The Human Resistance needs me!"

He stopped in his tracks trying to catch his breath when a creature began to introduce himself

Quote:My name is Omni. This is not the world you know."

"This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

A white orb arrived in John Connor's hands and John looked up at the strange god named Omni. "I interest you, what sick joke is This?"

“This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most.

John looked at the orb "You mean money, right?" "this is all a dream... I'll wake up and i'll be back home right?"

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Well, here goes. This topic is for rp plans with Behemoth, mainly for Nealaphh, but I may use Behemoth later as a plot device to trick Gildarts into LAW.

I'll be putting Behemoth's template here as well as in my roster.
Behemoth info:
Has met Gildarts, Millie, Nealaphh Daxter, Commander Torn, and Jak.

Quick Update on this secondary is as follows: Behemoth just sprang from the vastly deep's most treacherous prison. He's technically "evil" and looking to have fun. He can read minds and change memories (I'll get consent before I do this with Primes).He's here supporting Gildarts and to wreak havoc.

[spoiler]Behemoth

Secondary

Origin: Unknown, but has spent the majority of his time in the Vastly Deep's Impel Down.

Information: This joker-esque character plays an anti-hero in his own 'saga' but because of his villainous behavior and the constant havoc he wreaks on innocents, he plays a continuous enemy and threat to Gildarts. Behemoth's morals have been pushed to the brink of his maddened mind, he sees people as fools or tools, never anything more.

He's sharp and has high mental capacity, and is always on the prowl for something 'more fun' to quell his boredom as he impatiently waits to achieve the only thing that matters to him.

Brief History: With rows upon rows of people to tinker with (and consequently break) Behemoth has honed his skill and filled his boredom by causing turmoil and treachery. This once-Camelot soldier found himself laying in the Empire's dungeon, the most maddening sentence for a man who had previously fought against corrupt authority. He would have preferred Banishment or death, but alas, he was given no peace.

Something happened! that caused him immediately to become a monster. One doesn't just wake up and decide to destroy the people around them, but that is a story for another day.

One fateful morning, after Behemoth had swept the latest trash from his room, he was given a new cellmate and it seemed he was in luck. A Prime was delivered to him. A Prime with both the power and potential to destroy the entire prison.

After planning every stage of their escape in under an hour, Behemoth set out with the strength of a Prime backing his flawless plans. During the prison break, Gildarts was backstabbed but when it came down to honoring his agreement with the snake, the prideful warrior saw only one option and saved Behemoth from inevitable capture.

Now, Behemoth has warmed up to the oaf and since their interaction, the secondary respects Gildarts, but would never admit this to his face.

Spectator Thread in Dante's Abyss: Behemoth interacted with Daxter, Torn, and Nealaphh who has thralled Millie.

Behemoth also got a little revenge for his favorite Prime and punched Kindal in the face. Behemoth has now brought the injured Millie to his hideout in the VD and hopes to save Millie as a strange form of redemption, despite the fact that he could have killed her.

Character and Personality: Behemoth will play with people's minds and tweak them, when he is really angry, he will give people the worst consequence imaginable, and make them forget themselves, for he has forgotten who he was once before, and sees being smothered by the abyss the worst possible consequence.

He does not like to get his hands dirty and has potential to gain henchmen along his journey to saving his daughter.

Purposes: I had originally just given him telepathy because Gildarts sees weakness in speaking everything on his mind, so I had only wanted this ability to open up an avenue for dialogue.

That said, with an over-powered, crash-magic using prime, I had to ask myself "why" would there be any compliance or reasonable threat to align himself with Behemoth in the first stages of the break. So I made Behemoth OP too.

Behemoth just kind of fits where Gildarts leaves off, and completes the cycle of endless competition between good and evil, secondary versus Prime, and sheer force against manipulation.

Abilities: Behemoth can read people's minds, and in a similar way, he is able to change this memories. If a person is shaped one way by their memories and experiences, Behemoth can alter this.

Weakness/backfire: Behemoth knows all too well that people tend to have a limit, as well as some people will remain the same person at the core. This method/technique can be used to test people's character.

(Ex. Behemoth attempts to take away Gil's humanity by altering a memory, however if Gildarts is a strong character, even if much is taken from him, he would in essence remain the same or make the same choice because of already established tendencies.)

But this doesn't mean their decisions can't be changed in the blink of an eye.

"Solo" Status: Behemoth is currently undergoing a story possible redemption, he seeks to find his daughter in the Vastly Deeps, however there is an untold mystery in this story.

He hopes that by finding his daughter, part of him can be restored and from the monster he has become.[/spoiler]

"Mind Games" in the Vastly Deep will be up and coming. I'm actually pretty excited, because this mind-reading secondary is shaping up.

Lair:Giant rock cave that is completely enclosed. Within the hollowed island, one will find a large port with 15 vacant (stolen) pirate ships and an entire throne room connected to this port, filled with piles of golden treasure similar to Smaug's in the Hobbit.

Written and etched upon the walls are the words "All that glitters is not gold." Describing the profound torture he deals with daily, for he has escaped imprisonment but has lost his potential to change the Omniworld and rid it of the Empire's corrupt rule. The cave walls have many scrawled tally marks, emphasizing this as well, he is not free from the cursed condition his body now endures, and he counts the days until his freedom.

SN: (Condition is listed below, as for the tally mark habit, I figured it carried over from his previous experience.)

Current status: Right now, he has escaped from Impel Down, but as you can imagine, he has some pretty severe damage done to his body (ie implied ramifications of the Empire's torture). For this, I'm going with a Jackal and Hyde-Esque theme, where he must take a potion at least once a day or he will technically die. This will keep him on his toes so that he doesn't turn "hero" and reinforces the motive that he must always choose the desperate man's option. It keeps him manipulating.

Potion: He is a secondary, meaning he can't just summon one like Primes, and should he miss his dose, he won't have the opportunity to be revived either. (After once burning his bridges with Gildarts, and he can't seek out anyone to house his fugitive status because his memory alterations are not long-lasting).


"Mind Games" coming soon to the Vastly Deeps near you.

Long had I slumbered.

Through the myriad eons, visions came to me.

All of them told of a great being, named Mata Nui. A name that, for some reason, felt comforting and familiar. Had I heard it before?

The dreams told of a great quest to restore Mata Nui to power. That I was to embark on a great quest with my five siblings.

But then a new dream came. A strange, white figure who had no mask, nor did he have protodermis on his body. The strange being informed me of a world unknown, a new realm in which I could not die, and whatever I wished could be reality.

But what does a champion of duty have to wish for, other than a job well done?

In time, the dream faded, and I slept for some time longer. After an indiscernable length of time, I felt a change in my prison. There came a large jolt, and the sound of creaking metal and clanging scrap filled my ears. All at once, my prison, my Toa Canister, opened with an explosive report. I was hurled out into a blinding whiteness, fragmented, and broken. I did not remember having been disssembled. There had been no foretelling of this in my slumber.

Regardless, I set about putting my separated body back together, piece by piece. An arm connected here, a neck joint interlocked there. Procedural. Instinctual. Once my body was able to stand, I rose to my feet and grabbed my Kanohi Akaku, my mask, to my face. As it latched into place, my body was wracked with elemental force. What before had been dull grey metal was no a bright, shining white. My ice sword hummed to life, instantly frosting over. As the waves of power subsided, I took stock of my situation.

Nothing but a blank eternity surrounded me. Where did this play into my destiny? Pivoting on my foot, I turned to behold a large, crystalline structure, hundreds of feet tall. The sharp, bleak spires spilled water over the glistening ice in gentle falls, and the liquid pooled in a small basin at the foot. Truly a splendid sight, but it did little inform me on the situation.

Suddenly, a flash of movement was refracted through the ice. I was not alone. Much had been forgotten in my sleep, but one thing I did know; the Toa of Ice saw all. Driving the double tip of my sword into the soaring spire of ice, I willed the frozen substance to lash out, and ensnare my would-be stalker. As the ice bent to my command, there came a hoarse shout as this mystery being was ensnared in a sudden burst of ice.

With cautious strides, I rounded the fountain and examined my quarry. A bizarre creature, to say the least. Again, he lacked any sort of mask, and his body was largely pliable, and soft. He did appear to be wearing some form of protodermis armor, however, and I designated him a warrior.

A trapped warrior.

"Uhh...Hail, Prime! Camelot welcomes you to the Omniverse!" the warrior said, beginning to shiver.

"Camelot?" I ask.

"Y-yes! Greatesr kingdom in the Omniverse. We would be honored to have you as our guest!" the warrior creature stammered.

...Camelot? Omniverse? This place was not Mata Nui? This troubled me for many reasons.

"I do not require your hospitality, however..." I said, giving the ice that gripped him a gentle tap. With a loud crackling sound, the ice receded back into the pillar.

"I do require information. If I follow you, will I be informed of my situation?"

The warrior nodded and warmed himself briefly before gesturing towards a distant gate of some sort.

"Of course! We will be happy to help you on your way within the Ommiverse!" the warrior said, beaming. Again, this word. Omniverse. It unsettled me, but I would not run from my discomfort. Wordlessly I began my sojourn towards the forlorn aperture. The warrior creature followed in my wake, and in this way, we traveled in silence...

Name: Kopaka Mata
Spent OM: 26,500
Proficiencies(6400): Physical Proficiency(1000), Ranged Proficiency(1000), Ranged Materialize Proficiency(600), Debuff Proficiency (1000), Area Attack Proficiency (600), Remote Control Proficiency (600), Area Shield Proficiency (400), Homing Proficiency (600)
Powers(6900/12000): Master Enhanced Senses(1700), Basic Telekinesis (400), Master Super Jumping (800), Stealth (1200), Burst Movement (800), Super Speed (1000), Telepathy (1500)
Moves(4700): Hau te Hoari (300), Hau te Kōpae (300), Te Awa Tio (600), Tokua Whakaaro (300), Arai Hotoke (300), Takato Wairua (300), Toa o te Tio (3600), Whakakore i te Roro (300), Ngakau Maraoke (300)
Super Moves(2800): Taiepa o Whaiaro (600), Puna Makariri (800), Horowhenua (600), Kaha Taiepa o Whaiaro (800)
Transformations(1000): Kaha Rawa (1000)
Assists:
Items: Mobile Dataverse Device, Vita Compass
Artefacts:
Consumed OM(900): Mobile Dataverse Device (100), Vita Compass (800)
Bases:
Unlocks(2000): Tier 1 Power-Cap Increase (2000)
Base stats:
ATK:2 (4)
DEF:4 (6)
SPD:2 (3)
TEC:2 (2)

Blood. I smell blood. Fresh, human. Lots of it. It comes from the North, so to the North I turn.

The beating of my wings speeds up incrementally as I lower in altitude, fighting the lack of significant updrafts closer to the ground and powered by my excited heart. Easy prey, and delicious, tender meat at that, as least compared most I find in this desert wasteland I call my home, is a rare treat, and from the smell of it, I shall be dining quite well tonight.

In my sights, now, is a very large city. Normally, such a place would make me uncomfortable, but if they are already killing each other, they present no immediate threat to me.

I home in on that delicious scent that brings me here. It gets stronger by the second, and I can now tell that it comes from a large, circular arena. I cannot help but let out a screech of joy as I approach my target, and my dinner.

I land on the edge of the humans' death bowl. They scramble meaninglessly throughout the stadium, some attacking indiscriminately, some fleeing, and some merely admiring me, jaws agape as their only true threat descends upon them.

I grab one of them. Covered in clothes, too much metal to eat comfortably. I rip its head off and let the body fall to the ground. Many more who were previously attacking begin to flee, but those that remain begin poking me with those sticks that humans like to call "weapons." All except for a small group in the middle, who are still admiring me in awe.

I let out a burst of flame, incinerating those stick-fighters nearest me - No more than an annoyance, sure, but an annoyance nonetheless - and turn to do the same to the group in the center, but am stopped by a different scent, one familiar to me but that had been covered by desire to eat, and the powerful odor of fresh blood.

It is Mother. She is not staring at me in awe, but in fear, and confusion, and relief. I let out a low growl. I, too, am confused. She seems to be protected by a group of humans that she trusts. I spare them, for the moment. I can figure out what she wants later.

I turn back to the stick-pokers. Their attacks ARE beginning to sting a bit. I give up on an easy, delicious meal, as I realize they're all wearing those nasty metal bits. They make for easier cooking, but I don't mind raw meat, and the metal tends to stick to them and get stuck in my teeth.

I burn them.

I blow flames to the left, the right, all around, except where Mother is. She would be okay, she's done it before, but her group protects her from the stick-pokers, and humans tend to be susceptible to those. I bite, I thrash, I bellow. They keep coming.

I am beginning to feel pain, real pain. There are small holes in my wings, now, from the stick-poking. I am worried for Mother.

She climbs on my back. I flush with embarrassment, and rage. I am not a mount. But I will do what I must to protect Mother.

The land and air around me burn as I spin, letting loose one lase blast of death before my imminent departure. I take a running start, and lift off somewhat less stably than I would have preferred. My left wing is more damaged than my right. But once I get a good meal in, and some rest, it will not matter any longer.

Mother whispers something unintelligibly to me. I do not understand the human languages she speaks, but her intent is clear. Gratitude. I am thankful she is no longer trying to imprison me.

I turn my head back as we make our way up into the air, the death bowl now becoming a speck on the horizon. Goodbye, fresh meat. I will return later for that meal you promised.

When I turn back to face my destination, the world as I know it is no longer there.

I find myself in a void, a black sky with no stars and no land down below. There is no air here, and I struggle to breathe for a short while before discovering there is no need for breath. Mother is gone.

In front of my floats a white ghost of a human. I try to eat it; I am still hungry. My teeth pass right through its misty form. This development is unsettling.

He begins to speak.

Quote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.”

Quote:"This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most."

Quote:“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn.

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”