The cloaked figure staggered slowly across the blasted landscape, clouds of stinging ash swirling around him with every step. His slow, plodding footsteps were not symptomatic of any particular ailment. Neither was the fact that his normally shimmering sword was being listlessly dragged behind him. No...Kopaka had simply chosen a direction to walk and had kept walking until he found himself trudging across a nameless mare of magma within the Ashen Steppes. He was vaguely cognizant of the fact that his previous ally, Dawn, had stormed off in the direction of this restless land...but he didn't care. Space. That was all that he needed.

At the moment, Kopaka was trying to assess what, exactly, had drawn him to this particular verse instead of the much more comfortable climes of the Frozen Fields. The Toa had always considered himself to be an extremely self-assured sort of person, well-versed in the bylaws and tenants of his personal ethos. It was this darkness, this inexpungeable taint that had wrapped itself around his mind and soul. With a pop-hiss, Kopaka wrenched the Kanohi away from the sore, metal laced flesh of his face. The Great Mask had become deeply, irrevocably pitted and rusty since his time in the Omniverse. Kopaka's memories of his homeworld were hazy, at best, but he knew clearly enough what the corrosion meant.

Darkness.

What a limited word for a complex concept. This was no vulgar unlight that had destroyed his identity. Darkness was a much more profound thing. It was an oppressive feeling of restlessness borne of self-hatred. The constant compulsion to excel all comers and be the very best, because if that was achieved, maybe the pain of personal scorn would be dampened. At the same time, Kopaka did not think that he clung to the vainglorious hopes of one-day reaching a level of balmy acclaim. Whatever.

The Toa tossed his beloved mask of power into the rusty dust underfoot and glowered down at it for a few moments. He sighed softly, knelt down, and replaced the mask back on his face.

He knew he had become a monster. The exact sort of bloodthirsty beast that a Toa was designed to kill. But this Darkness was not a disease that was caught externally. The bolus of tenebrous hatred had been growing within his armored breast for almost...what was it...a year now? Who could say, within this damned Omniverse. It had started with his shameful display at the Camelot Colosseum, and after becoming desperate to prove himself to his imperial masters he had been desperate to hunt down and slay the Prime known as Mickey Mouse. He had failed there as well. Failure, it seemed, was endemic to his identity here. Having only vague memories of his home universe made the situation all the more worse, and while he certainly got the occasional throb of satisfaction from killing any one of his pesky fellow Primes, it was a high that passed all too quickly.

What then was he to do? This had been the primary question that had been plaguing his mind for the past few hours as he trudged along the shredded, black earth. The incessant plodding of metallic feet in the obsidian grit and rattling grind of the Ice Sword came to a halt as he mounted the crest of a small ridge. A sudden blast of volcanic wind tore the weathered hood away from his Kanohi, and the dull red light of the Steppes midday highlighted every pock and dent on the muddy patina. An immense caldera stretched before him, encompassing what had to be at least ten miles of churning, active basin. Unlike the rest of the Ashen Steppes, this igneous depression was...colorful. Pools of acidic water cast scintillations of indigo and turquoise at their centers, which faded to lime green and yellow where the sulfur and bacteria has grown at the edges.

Small monoliths of white, calcified stone rose a meter here, ten meters there, into the foggy air. Intermittent splashes of boiling water scattered up against these pale stands, sending small flights of birds scattering each time. Clouds of brine flies hovered just inches above the lethal surface of the water, and enormous, lazy lizards lapped at them with sticky tongues over a yard in length. There, not more than a thousand yards to the northeast, an encroaching morass sticky, shiny lava advanced in wrinkled sheets of orange and silver. Father still, barely visible through the haze and ash, was a fountain of lava, boiling out of a rift in the caldera's wall and spilling out into the expanse. The vaulted sky overhead was a mix of tangerine and scarlet hues, with dark thunderheads gathering in the far west. Arcs of purple lightning illuminated the bruised clouds, briefly hinting at the truly massive scale of the entire geometeorlogical display.

Kopaka dropped his sword, his shield, his mask, and allowed the cloak to flutter away in the heated wind. There, effectively naked, he sat down on the embankment and took the scene in through uncovered optics. Mucus and ichor created a filmy sheen across the interwoven mechanics and biology of the Toa's true face, serving as a proper indicator that it was not the corrupted Kanohi that was the source of darkness. Still, in spite of it all, the utter turmoil of this vista, Kopaka felt...comfortable. Slowly, his eyes shifted back to their normal, blue coloration.

Clarity.

Was that the only thing he had to gain from isolation? Was it only here, completely removed from the workings and machinations of other minds, that he could return to his proper senses? Kopaka uttered a self-deprecating scoff, the closest noise he ever made to laughing, and rolled a jagged rock around on the ground with one hand.

The biomech began to ponder for a long, long time.

Name: Baldwin "Broly" Glendale
Character Source: DBZ - Custom Version

Faction: 
Rank: 
Division: 

Spent OM: 4,400

Proficiencies (1000): Physical Strength (1000)

Powers (400/8000): Master Acrobat (400)

Moves (0):

Super Moves (0): 

Transformations (0):

Assists (0):

Items: 

Artefacts:

Consumed OM (0): 

Bases:

Unlocks (3000): Stat Upgrade II (3000)

Base Statistics: 

ATK:  3
DEF:  2
SPD:  3
TEC:  4

Welcome to the Omniverse Book Club! Here, we put up a new completed topic every fortnight to read and review. By participating you'll earn a bonus 300 OM (subject to change) and you'll be able to suggest a topic of your own for the next fortnight. Aside from the helpful feedback, subjects of the book club will receive a Great or Exemplary bonus for their storyline if they qualify. :omni:

The water encircled Cell’s thighs. His back bent and tail poised, he held his breath and stilled his entire body. His blue eyes scanned the peerless crystal waters around him, searching for movement among the white sand. Shafts of light blinked in and out of the water, creating a kaleidoscope of blues beneath the calm surface.
 
A silvery flash flickered towards Cell. Its round, unblinking eye caught the light as well as its dazzling scales. It wriggled, flapping its fins, and held them close to its sleek body as it cut through the water with the inertia. Cell’s tail angled downwards but not another muscle in his body stirred. He made sure the sun shone in his face so his shadow wasn’t cast over the seabed. The fish had no idea what was coming.
 
Cell’s tail struck like a cobra. The stinger penetrated the water’s surface and through the fish in one powerful stab. Cell lifted his prize free of the ocean. It writhed on his tail’s barb, the undulating motion of its thin body sparkling sunlight off its silvery scales. Cell watched with focused intensity as the writhing slowed, the fish’s body jerking sporadically, until it finally ceased all motion.
 
Drawing the limp fish to his face, Cell took a bite. He rolled the raw flesh and scales around in his mouth before swallowing it down. Hmm. Not bad.
 
Frieza’s cells had given him a yearning for seafood and this had been the first time he had indulged in it. The most processed and pure sustenance came from absorption of other creatures with sufficient biomass via liquefaction through his tail but in his perfect state, his body readjusted and could consume and break down food with the same efficiency as absorption. He wasn’t at his perfect state yet, but there was no reason why he couldn’t eat with his mouth rather than his tail if he so chose. It just wasn’t as effective at converting energy. Not yet anyway.
 
Cell swallowed the last mouthful of the fish and threw its untouched head and skeleton into the placid shallows. It sank with a splash. Enjoying the sensation of a full stomach for the first time ever, the bio-android trudged up the shore and into the cool shade of a palm tree to take stock of his options.
 
His earlier musing on absorbing a large power source to invoke his final stage of evolution wasn’t a bad one but he had no idea where or how to source such an item. He could continue exploring but it wasn’t certain to yield any positive results. However the concept of training himself to the next level intrigued him more. Cell had never trained a day in his life and yet had been the ultimate being on Earth when he absorbed both androids. What sort of strength could he unlock if he put in a little effort? Besides, his saiyan cells cried out for action.
 
But Cell had no equal in combat nearby that he was aware of and he had no desire to incite the local authorities. He may have been powerful but he couldn’t take on an entire police state by himself as he was. If only he could fight someone like himself...then there would be a proper challenge.
 
Cell hit his forehead with the palm of his hand. Of course! Thanks to Piccolo’s cells, he could create a perfect duplicate of himself that he could spar with. Until something better came along, it would get a sweat going. He might even be able to spot some flaws with his technique.
 
Kicking away the sand that covered the tops of his orange feet, Cell stood and closed his eyes, focusing on his ki. Energy swirled within his body, and its heady torrents bowed to the bio-android’s will that formed and shaped its direction. Light burst from Cell’s body so bright and blinding that only his outline could be seen. From his still form, another shimmering being stepped out of his silhouette. The brilliance died and two Cells stood facing each other.
 
“Well,” Cell said. “I knew I was handsome, but to experience it from outside myself...truly, I am envious of what everyone else gets to see.”
 
“Just imagine doing this when you’re perfect,” his exact copy said, smirking. “How lucky this Omniverse will be to see you in your full glory.”
 
Cell flapped his hand at his energy clone. “Oh, stop it! You’ll make me blush.”
 
“All right then. Let’s train and unlock your full potential.”
 
The clone tensed his body and a yellow cloak of light suffused his body, spraying sand in all directions. Cell imitated the motion, scaring a handful of seagulls squawking off the beach and into the air. His ki flowed freely through his veins, heightening the hardiness of his skin and the power of his muscles.
 
“Are we having a warm up?” the clone asked, tilting his feet down as he floated into the sky.
 
“Is there any other way to start a fight?” Cell replied, grinning while he ascended.
 
“No, I guess not.”
 
The two bio-androids dashed at each other like amber comets. They collided amidst a flurry of punches and kicks, each attack blocked or dodged. Small buffets of air burst from each impact as they spun in an aggressive tango in the sky.
 
“Is this all I’ve got?” Cell asked as he weaved past a punch.
 
“Are you trying to manipulate your own pride?” the copy said, blocking a knee with his forearm.
 
The two separated, suspended in mid air.
 
“If I know my own weaknesses, I’ll know what to look out for when I have to fight someone else,” Cell said, smiling. “It’s strange to even consider such a perfect being could have flaws, but even if they were simple arrogance and underestimation of my foe, I want to ensure those pesky inconsistencies do not become an exposed point in the future.”
 
“I see,” the clone said. “Then let me address a glaringly obvious one. Don’t tell your opponent what you’re going to do. Now I know just how to manipulate you!”
 
“It might be a little ironic if I point out your own hypocrisy,” Cell said. “But then, I’d be doing just what you told me not to.”
 
“This is getting confusing,” the clone said, lifting an open palm to the sky. “Best we just fight.”
 
A yellow disc of energy spun above the copy’s hand, its edges sharp and curved like a buzz saw. Cell recognised the Kienzan attack as his clone threw it forward. Aiming his palm at the encroaching projectile, Cell let loose a blast of ki that screamed like a bullet. It slammed into the Kienzan, detonating them both in a cloud of white light and grey smoke.
 
The clone sped through the aftermath of the collision, thrusting the barb of his tail towards Cell’s neck. The bio-android’s hands snatched the tail inches from his neck, his fingers quaking from the pressure. He dug his nails into his copy’s flesh and spun him around, picking up momentum with every revolution. Once the world around him twirled in an indistinguishable blur of blue, yellow and green, Cell hurled his training partner towards the sea. Unwilling to leave the matter lie, he pointed a flat palm at his descending opponent, his thumb tucked behind his fingers.
 
“Big Bang Attack!”
 
The energy ball technique stolen from the saiyan prince Vegeta exploded from his hand and slammed into the falling clone, engulfing him in fire and smoke and hastening his arrival at the ground.
 
The copy’s body halted jarringly moments before splashing into the ocean, sending up a spray of water. Steam wafted from his forearms crossed over his chest.
 
“Close one,” the imitation said. “Perhaps I’m better than I thought.”
 
“I’ll admit, I surprised myself with that sudden lunge from the smoke,” Cell said. “That attack almost punctured my neck.”
 
The clone clenched both fists and two crimson blades of energy coated them. He swiped at the air, making a buzzing sound as they moved. “Well I better make more of an effort. Can’t have me slacking off on the job now, can I?”
 
As his copy rocketed towards him, Cell birthed his own double Ki Edge blades. The two collided, their crimson energy weapons clashing with buzzes and smoky hisses. Neither managed to find the other’s flesh, but Cell felt the shimmering heat of the blades pass dangerously close over his skin more than once.
 
Cell cut down with his right hand, expecting his clone to meet and block the slash, but instead the clone dissipated the Ki Edge around his left hand. In the same moment, an energy ball expanded in his fingers. Cell widened his eyes as his exposed chest took the full brunt of the ki blast, knocking him backwards and breaking his hold on his Ki Edge blades.
 
“Such an easy opening,” his copy remarked, dashing with both Ki Edges at the ready.
 
Cell threw out his arms and legs and a green globe of energy formed around his body. His clone’s energy blades crashed against the barrier, crackling and sparking but unable to pierce it. Cell suddenly let the barrier fade and swung his tail, smashing his copy in the face and sending him flying.
 
“I should stop underestimating myself,” the clone said, shaking off his ki blades. “But we still haven’t done anything more than play around. The real fight hasn’t even started yet.”
 
“I know, I know,” Cell said. “But it’s in the warm up that you learn how an opponent moves, how they strike. I know myself well but I’m still learning exactly what makes me tick.”
 
“Then let’s see how you react to this,” his copy said, cupping his hands and bringing them to his side. “Ka...me...ha...me...” His eyes darted up at something in the sky above. “...huh?”
 
A ray of light struck Cell’s clone and instantly vaporised it.
 
“What the hell could-“ Cell said out loud, turning his head.
 
A powerful force smacked into the side of his face and the bio-android plummeted. His body plunged into the ocean, expelling a column of salty water into the air. His vision blurred and realigned as he bobbed beneath the sea’s surface, a mass of tiny bubbles fleeing for the surface. Cell looked up through the shifting and disturbed waters and saw a shadowed figure outlined against the sun.
 
Looks like I won’t need a copy of myself to train against any more, Cell thought as his golden aura enveloped his body.

CHARACTER NAME:
Ikit Claw
CHARACTER SOURCE:
Warhammer Fantasy/Age of Sigmar
RACE:
Skaven (Rat-man, Ratkin, etc.)
CHARACTER HISTORY:
In the times of an age long past – there lived a people so vile, relentless, degenerate and yet cunning: that the mere mentioning of their kind was met with death.  
They are the Skaven: Children of the Great Horned Rat. The scourge of the mortal realms: as wherever they tread, ruin follows in their wake.
In everlasting service to the eternal hunger and will of the Great Horned Rat: their under-empires span the widths of entire continents and are dug far deeper down than any mine.

For within these burrows, they scheme and concoct: crafting weapons of vile destruction and chaos. They are the architects of destruction: the epitomizing manifestations of mortalkind's soured decadence.

None represent this more than that of Ikit Claw: Chief Warlock-Engineer of Clan Skryre. His mind is a poison to Order and stability: being the key to numerous hideous tools of death utilized by the width of the Vermintide.

He himself has surpassed the mortal coils of his kind: the warpstone of his energy-infused armor granting his withered body an ageless constitution. His countless years restlessly studying the greatest of his world's technologies: and chief among those who destroyed it. For it was through his design that brought the greatest of the Skaven's war-rigs to a sputtering, sickening life. He was of the few who designed the horrifying likes of the Storm-Fiends: hulking monstrosities sporting the most volatile and efficient killing machines Clan Skryre had to offer.

And although the end times had come to the world of his birth, Ikit Claw, most-assuredly by the will of the Great Horned Rat: now dwells within the realm of the Omniverse.

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:

STATS:
ATK:2
DEF:4
SPD:2
TEC:2

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:
[Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM]
[Physical Strength – 1000 OM]
[Area Attack Proficiency – 600 OM]
[Ranged Materialize Proficiency – 600 OM]

STARTING MOVES:
[Dark-Claw – 600 OM + Ranged, Physical, Area Attack]
Upon his darkened steel armor: a claw of great bladed scythes stretch from its warpstone – blessed plates. The claw: with each blade at a foot's length: allow for Ikit to slice into opponents, should the need become necessary.
What's more: the arm itself is embedded with a warp-flamethrower device, feeding from his backside up into a brass nozzle jutting from the palm of his great claw.
From the Warpstone-powered machinations of his armor, should he require it: the Skaven may begin feeding raw energies through the eternal piping, taking but a few seconds of sputtering, hideous noise to begin dousing any within a fifteen foot cone before him (at a 45 degree angle) in a scathing display of blistering green warpfire.
He can continuously do this, if necessary: for over thirty seconds before having to allow the machinations to temporarily cool-down. His pack can carry enough warpstone fuel for six bursts.

Super-Moves
[Tier 1 Super Attack – Warp Lightening – Ranged, Area Attack, Ranged Materialize – 600 OM]
Ikit raises his claw to the sky, beginning to sound off a writhing throaty chant: gathering the winds to his will. Within but a few seconds, a terrible cloud of sickly-pale gas will coalesce above his target. Within the blink of an eye, an arc of darkened green lightening will be cast down onto Ikit's target: bestowing the Great Horned Rat's blessing of death-death to any within a fifteen meter radius of its impact zone in a explosion of warp energies.  

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

Yeah yeah  :wat:  I can handle everything. Just putting this here as a place holder while I write the backstory. Some inspiration came to me while playing Attack on Titan for some character development between established character Houses that I have. I donated for this.


Penned by Trixie

Can someone please help me correct a very confusing error with my roster in which none of the images in it are showing?  It is something that baffles me and makes me have a hard time visualizing some of my posts. In any case, I thought I would point out that error.

Hey folks, this is Rollingwiththepeacemaker.

Think ya' got what it takes to throw your best stories out there of travels in your homeworlds or even the Omniverse in itself?

I'd like to hear them, cherries. 

Beats all the various things goin' around all the time.

Should I make Torn as NPC Prime? Or should I make a OC mother for Jak as a NPC Prime?

Quote:EDIT:

Please note that, as it stands, SP-usage is purely for the sake of enriching your writing/the story/the scene you want to create. I wanted to prevent people from just squatting on their SP, because I think that's lame.

"Stats?" - I feel compelled to point you to the last FAQ on the 'Fighting and Competition Rules' page of the manual. When it comes down to stats and game mechanics, my philosophy is that such things exist to enhance and guide what you're writing. If your opponent has an advantage over you in some regard (physically or because they have a complex move set), I want to see your character adapt and adjust. I want to see you work your writer brain and create a compelling piece. On the other side of the spectrum, if you take your first post to go Tier 3 and you literally just bitch slap everyone around... that isn't going to be fun to read and it's not doing your character any favors. Again, I think that FAQ answer sums it up pretty nicely.