Character Name: Caira Ayryn
(Kaī-rāh Eye-rīn)
Character source: Within the silhouette of a dying universe, there was a light..
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Character History
[spoiler]Here is a rendition of her past:
Destruction is Upon You..
Caira’s story really began, when a blade met her neck on the night of the twenty-fifth hour. To recount how all this came to be, there is a single witness, Arbis, an honorable monk whom serves his home community also known as the Core. A few days prior, while meditating, he received a warning that a brigade of meteors that would decimate the Core. Arbis went on a vigil for a week straight, seeking an answer to the question in which all of the council had pondered How are we to be saved?

A meeting would be held for the councilmen to gather, so they could discuss a means of evacuation and survival but it was a desperate fallacy in the place of inherent, forlorn hope. After all, if a civilization is unable to cope, defend, and let alone survive, an ineluctable threat tumbling toward them from space at a ravenous speed, how could they to continue to function as an elite society when imminent death is upon them?

Not twenty five hours before, the first meteorite (of many) had befallen the township, a strident wave of thunder reverberated in the sky whence suddenly, a collision that engendered a wincing impact upon the earth followed by a stentorian cry, at it’s source, an infant.

As Arbis neared the wreckage it became clear that what had apparently befallen in the shape of a star was alive. However the interloper, did not seem to be physically harmed, it was as though the child was perhaps sent on this path or had gone astray from its own. The only remnant of its past still extant, happened to be around her neck. With a name listed, Caira.

“Surely it is but a sign!” One monk proclaimed, all eyes fell on Arbis, expecting his jurisdiction to provide ultimate approval or inevitable condemnation.

Arbis however, offered no exposition, despite being slightly flummoxed as to how the child had been delivered to the exact temple he had just spent vigil in for seven days. He then ventured his way to the meeting of elders, the preceding council was to discuss the epidemic of destruction that would soon befall them.

As the meeting prolonged, the highest elder protested, “This child was sent to obliterate us all!” he was surely convinced that she was the harbinger of the Core’s undoing.
“Surely she represents the infinite potential of our community’s fate, in this form, as a child. . . Perhaps she is the sign we will survive and prosper, as a Phoenix regrows itself from ash.” Arbis announced.
“We must kill it! Destroy it,” he claimed to the other elders of the council.
“You are talking about an innocent child!” One chided.
“Or the fate of the Core!” Another provoked.
“Now now, there’s no proof this child has done anything to deserve execution...” Another of the council offered.
And so it went, the deliberation and debate over a single child’s life continued, while the time dwindled and the whole community was at stake. The decision was made, the council ruled 4-3 and allowed twenty- four hours before killing her, justified by becoming a sacrifice for the Core and for every-being’s protection. If the threat did not cease she would be sentenced to death. Meanwhile, there was no established plan to evacuate the Core, because there was no place to run to, this meant a nil chance of survival for all. It was on the twenty fifth hour the attack was expected, yet so much had been left unsaid. This timing left an hour to commit the execution before destruction became them all.

Arbis returned to the monastery which was all he had ever known but on this day, in his withered arms, he held an infant. His wrinkles showing his seniority contrasting with the youth’s smooth vitality. Doomsday had come, and the council representing millions of lives, had fought over the fate of a single child; even he had no way to know whether she would prove to be the bringer of destruction or if he was holding their savior.

As the twenty-fourth hour neared, citizens of the Core awaited their own destruction. To them, there was no escaping the sky. Their actions revolved between making peace and creating chaos. When the twenty third hour passed, Arbis was to choose between offering up the baby’s life to the council, or to abscond with her, perhaps becoming the Core’s inexorable destruction. He could no longer tell choice from fate, but he was persuaded by a particular connection, a bond he had made with the child, one that convinced him of the power of hope.

When the time came, he neither decamped nor forfeited her, while instead he ensconced Caira and therefore the council sent a mercenary willing to kill the child and havoc was wrought upon the monastery, but despite the esurient raid, there were no casualties. As the hunt protracted, time leaked and as one destiny was averted and fate itself seemed to be avenged. Was the child’s life truly saved if the world came to an end around her? What good would another death do? Arbis was inclined to provide the child with safety, despite its position as the community’s scapegoat or perhaps because of this; perhaps the child would survive to carry on the Core’s legacy (after it had survived a fall from the stars) and become the lone survivor.

Time dwindled and alas the hunter discovered the hidden child covered in the rubble that her own crash-landing had created. The moment his sword went to her neck, with intent to eviscerate the child, chimes marking the twenty-fifth hour swamped the township. The mercenary stopped, narrowing his eyes at the purple eyed humanoid, and at the end of the peal, the sky shook. The baby did not seem to be the cause, and yet, the sky began to fall, in the form of a great legion of meteorites.
The light of the stars in the night could not be seen through the shadows cast by the boulders plunging toward the Core’s vast city and populace. At this moment, Caira reached her diminutive fingers to the sky, and as though directing a mighty force, a web of destruction pierced every mineral hanging above them, its beam lit up the night, with a striking flash it appeared and disappeared in the form of white lightning.
Crumbs of aftermath and disbelief were all that remained. Dust much like ash lightly sprinkled over the whole town, they marveled at the sight of the anomalous miracle that had occurred. But while the Core was saved, the child appeared lifeless, the hue of purple had faded from her eyes, and they became an exanimate gray. While she still breathed, the light of her being had dimmed, so much so, that her breath came once every five minutes. In response the mercenary, whose expression had changed from stricken awe as he observed the power in the sky, to despair seeing the child’s lifelessness, so much was he moved that he knelt and wept before all the monks and survivors.

“Your own man bears witness!” Arbis proclaimed to the council, the mercenary stood on Arbis’s right.
“Now we must, yet again, decide this child’s fate.” Discussion had moved to the council, while Caira, whom had passably recovered from the trauma, slept in front of the council, covered in ash and chilled embers.

“Recognizing she saved the Core, and more threats like this may occur, she shall be raised with you Arbis in your monastery, as her guardian, and in hope a greater sense of justice shall be instilled. You, who wanted her alive shall teach her of peace and You-highest Elder- who desired her death, shall teach her of war. This shall engender in the child a lesson of the true balance of justice.”
“The Mercenary too, voiced his desire to assist teaching her, to recompense the debt he feels is owed.”
“This shall be permitted, if he is willing to become a cenobite.” The mercenary had decided to give his own life to the child whom had saved their lives but whom his judgement of, had been a fallacy, the masquerade he had been tricked into believing, by the highest Elder himself. Over the years, resolute evolution in the Core progressed, and survival allowed the community to prosper marvelously.
And so the youth grew up with: the great knowledge of monks willing to maintain peace in times of indefinite war; the justice of a person who valued peace and prosperity of a community more than all else; the teachings of how to meditate and control her power, by one who had sacrificed all of his to exonerate his own honor, Caira was raised with the truth and as the orphan she was.[/spoiler]
[spoiler](... A continued backstory)

“But I don’t have a last name?” Caira inquired at the age of twelve, to her master Arbis. 
“If you like, you may create one for yourself,” he offered, hoping she would recognize she was unlike any other.
“What if I were to take your last name?” As the words left her lips she knew it was against monk teachings to take what was not her own and felt a flash of heat on her cheeks.
“Create one for yourself,” he commanded without a second thought.
“I think, I’ll help others like me create their own names,” Caira pondered with the thoughts still of a naive child, and began to build an orphanage. She had many tales to tell after this, adventures only increased with her age, and there seemed to be many more threats to protect the people from. Demons and dragons from the depths of destruction seemed to reign upon the land testing her abilities further. Once, Caira encountered a large egg and acquired a strange imprint after it had hatched. The cat-like creature that had been inside disappeared but it left a two inch circular mark on her right shoulder that was etched in ink but remained as though it were a tattoo. This disgruntled Caira, whom had already named the egg ‘Kenzu’ after the mercenary whom had lost his life to protect Caira during a quest. An honorably committed companion, she had wished the cat-like creature had remained, so that he would always be with her. Yet, perhaps symbolically, only the circle remained.

...

By age seventeen she had taught the orphans and recruited a whole staff for their care when she was away on commission. Every night she was able, she left the monastery to tell the children a story to help them sleep at night.
Caira pointed her index finger upward, and a small shaded orb protruded a shadowy light, in which fire-like pictures seemed to be etched, as she told the story the children marveled in awe at the motion of the picture on the sphere above her finger.
“What’s inside the sphere?” Inquired the youngest boy one night whom was fascinated by her abilities.
This was a question even she did not know the answer to, so she always offered one that was based on the child’s imagination.
“But you’re not like us,” he said in a serious tone, “Not an orphan in the same way we are, you have parents from another world, you have the monks and a purpose. . . We have our teachers and townsfolk, you aren’t of this world, doesn’t that scare you?”
“Fear is a funny thing,” She pat his head, “If you are afraid of the unknown, much like the dark, how can you say, when the lights go out, it won’t become you?”
The light flickered as he held out four fingers to create a dark shadow.
“I don’t think I get you?”
“Ah, well there isn’t knowledge about my world in this one, so I suppose, the unknown is infinite, as are the possibilities and circumstances of my past. That means I basically could range from the best of the best or the worst of the worst and never know the latter.”
“What’s to protect us from the unknown?”
“Ah, that’s my job. Aren’t I to become the town’s top guard?”

And this was indeed to be her fate, as any adversary that came to purloin the riches of the Core, was met with Caira (as she was growing up), which only enhanced her training regime and allowed her to adequately hone her skills. That is, until something came that she perhaps, could not protect them from.

“Again? Just like the ones from just under two decades ago?” The aged highest elder proclaimed with a snide glance to his predecessor, Caira.
“It was foreseen three nigh’ ago.” One of the monks said.
“When will this happen?”
“We weren’t given a time.” The monk shook his head. As soon as he said that, the sky once again shook just as it had all those years ago many ran outside to assess the threat.

“We still may be helpless against this threat.” Arbis admitted to Caira, knowing the extent of her power, and its limits.
Caira had met his gaze with an insistent frown, “You know that I will do what it takes, no matter the consequence.” Her tone expounded the seriousness of her maturity.

It was only when Caira was in the air, darting from objects and gliding upward, did she notice the rocks had a purple hue, it was as though they were bewitched and were invulnerable to her power. Within seconds she felt the greatest despair of powerlessness. With great agility she dodged and bounced from one astroid to the next, climbing in altitude. Her eyes glinted with determination under the moonlight, she would protect the kids no matter what.
Suddenly, Caira was struck with something, a bolt of tremendous energy that left her body with a strange and distant warmth, she was rendered unconscious, but before she began to fall, through the closing of her eyes she saw her hand reach out and a dark sphere of power absorb the fleet of meteors that threatened all that she had grown to love. The space rock seemed to be absorbed in the sky, and she too, seemed to fall into the darkness.[/spoiler]
Physical Description: Unlike native humanoids in her adopted home-verse, Caira has a incongruous shade of purple eyes, that shine under particular light, or the iris’s hue can sometimes protrude in darkness, or glow intensely within a shadow. They are a barometer of her strength as they fade from the utmost of color when her energy has expired, into a shade of dimmed yet luminous silver.

Her figure, at 5’7’’, is tall and slender, and her black hair rolls past her shoulders. She has very pale skin and somewhat pronounced cheekbones. She conveys herself in such a fashion that alludes to an inner untapped maturity. Despite any grimace she may put on during battle, her expression is usually soft and rests in a glow of emanated peace. Caira is in her late teens. With what appears to be an ectomorphic build as her lost humanoid race is identified with, it hides the capacity of detectable strength or potential and acts as a camouflage to mask any potential strength as an adversary.
Her style is a WIP because of plot reasons (STC).

Personality: She is a perspicacious individual, whom never lacks courage, and usually has an optimistic comportment. Some downsides: she is cynical to an extent, and has congenial tendencies. This can limit the amount of trust she shares with others. And effect team missions or perhaps even the most fundamental and rudimentary reliability.

Stats:
ATK: 4
DEF: 3
SPD:1
TEC:2

Starting Proficiencies:
Ranged Proficiency (1000 om)
Physical Proficiency (1,000 om)
Basic Jump (300)

Starting Moves:

Eclipse (Energy Blast) (300 OM)

Imagine an eclipse, now imagine it being held in a person’s hand. Holdable, tangible, dominant energy that can grow when charged. Surrounding the dark sphere of energy is a faint glimmer of pale light.

The energy blast acts as a sort of cannon, with a rupture of impact. As the size of the orb is around 6” and is a strong condensed form of energy that takes a minute to a minute and a half to fully charge. While charging the user can move but throughout the duration of the charge, must hold their breath. While aiming, in order to be precise, the user is unable to make a rapid movement or else the energy can become off-balanced or askew and basically blow up in her face before it has a chance to deploy.

The user has a balanced and square stance as the blast is launched, the ball of energy departs from her palms held out in front of her and blasts with an ecstatic speed(throughout the duration she aims and concentrates fully despite when her lungs scream for air). The sphere of energy itself appears to revolve, propelling itself forward and perpetuating its own momentum. Upon impact with a foe, the energy blast does crushing and lethal damage as it detonates with an impaling strength.

The user takes a grateful breath and feels a sense of fatigue instill upon her joints, a tiring process, but while the effects remain, so does the damage done. (300 OM)

_Used om 2,600_

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Character name:
Mickey Mouse

Character source:
Disney/Kingdom Hearts video game series

Character history:
As a young mouse, Mickey worked as a deck hand on the steamboat Willie, under the tutelage of Captain Pete. He enjoyed a relatively simple life on the river for several years, until he gained knowledge of the Keyblade and left the river to study them.

Soon, Mickey discovered how to travel to other words, and ended up accidentally traveling to the Country of the Musketeers with his best friends, Donald and Goofy. Here, he met the girl of his dreams, Minnie Mouse, and with his friends' help, worked to save her from various threats, becoming a skilled fighter along the way. Eventually, he and Minnie married, and his exploits in the Country of the Musketeers earned him the respect of the people. He and Minnie constructed Disney Castle, and Mickey was crowned King of the Disney realms.

Seeking to further his knowledge, Mickey left court to find the Mysterious Tower, where he found the wizard Yen Sid. Yen Sid took him as an apprentice, and though Mickey was at first quite reckless with his magic, the old wizard saw a spark in the mouse, and kept him on until at last, Mickey began learning control and responsibility. Eventually, Yen Sid deemed him worthy of handling a Keyblade, and presented him with one.

Mickey continued studying and even tried to take the Keyblade Mastery exam several times, but his interest in discovering how to travel to other worlds took over. Eventually, however, the Mysterious Tower was attacked by a group of hostile individuals, and Mickey used his newfound skills to save Yen Sid and the Tower. Satisfied with his pupil's progress, Yen Sid bestowed the title of Keyblade Master upon him, which he graciously accepted.

During the next few years, Mickey worked heavily on figuring out how to travel between worlds, eventually creating gummi ships, a sort of spaceship-type craft that can allow for passage from one world to the next. Soon, however, the King began noticing a subtle darkness creeping up on the land, surreptitiously invading the different worlds under his domain. He left court once again, much to this displeasure of his wife, Minnie, in an attempt to search for the origin of this disturbance - these "Heartless" creatures...

Physical Description:
Mickey Mouse is 2 feet, 3 inches (69 centimeters) tall. He looks, for all intents and purposes, like a large, humanoid mouse, with black fur. His ears are large and perfectly round, and he has a large, black nose, and black eyes. His favorite colors to wear are red, yellow, and white - in fact, it is rare that you will find Mickey Mouse without his white gloves and yellow shoes of some sort.



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

Starting Proficiencies:
Physical Strength, Ranged Proficiency, Homing Proficiency (2600 OM total)

Starting Powers:
Master Acrobat (400 OM total)

Starting Moves:
Keyblade - An ancient weapon only usable by certain skilled warriors. The Keyblade is essentially a sword shaped like a giant skeleton key. It can be used for many different derivative powers, but they must be unlocked first, as separate Moves. (300 OM)

Pearl - A Light spell. Mickey can shoot little orbs of light from the end of the Keyblade that home in on his targets at relatively close range. He can charge these orbs to make them more powerful. (600 OM)

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-Costa del Sol-

You know what it’s like for a Pokemon to be in a Pokeball? It’s not the same as a box; a pokemon box creates a computer simulation for the Pokemon to play in. A Pokeball however… well… you know that feeling when you’re half awake in the morning, not quite dreaming but it feels like it? It’s kind of like that. The pokemon is quite aware of their surroundings, but so much information is lost to make the time go by quicker. To be honest, if the humans knew 100% about what it’s like, they probably wouldn’t send their Pokemon back so quickly. But it is how it is, and it’s not entirely their fault anyways. Can’t blame the pawns for how the board is built after-all. Then again, I guess in the chessboard metaphor, they’re more the King and Queen pieces, but that’s beside the point.

The point is that the Lopunny this story is about, she’s been in that ball for a good month straight. She’s so outclassed by her master’s current opponents, she’s not quite much use to him, but he doesn’t quite have the heart to box her. Turns out his sentiment might be more harm than good, as the lucidness eventually became second nature to her. Her reality was the prison that binds her now. Festering in the world her mediocrity brought about. It’s not normal for a Pokemon to blame themselves for anything, usually the blame goes to the trainer no matter the fault. But she couldn’t help but feel like this was because of her doing. So she spent most of the month, thinking she’s constantly dreaming about her failures.

Then one day, out of the blue, she was let out. The sudden rush of fresh air was a shock to the system as her mind races to figure out if she was still dreaming. Objects slowly shifted into focus, grassy fields, blue skies, a giant ghost Pokemon standing in front of her.
She had a double take on that last one.
Standing in front of her was a wide bipedal Pokemon with spikey hair and a large evil grin that struck fear into her heart.
A gengar.

Adrenalin pumping; she turned to her master. It was at this point that she noticed that time was moving so slow. She saw his hand outstretched slowly encroaching on the weird watch on his wrist.
She turned to her opponent again. Panic started to set in as she saw the gengar start to move towards her. She buckled down in fear, closing her eyes, waiting for the attack that was about to land on her.

…an attack that didn’t come.

She looked up again, but this time, all she could see was darkness.
‘Did I die?’ She thought to herself. ‘Did the gengar take my life?’
Then a glowing white human figure appeared in front of her. It spoke in a high and omnipresent voice, which made her reminiscent of legendary Pokemon.

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.

She didn’t quite understand. ‘I interest him?’ While the feeling of being wanted made her mildly warm inside, she couldn’t help but be a little concerned. Why would he want her? For what exactly?
The white figure handed her a glowing glimmering orb.

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.

She felt herself get more and more overwhelmed by all this. It felt like this Omni was really expecting too much from her.

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

And with that, the white void encompasses everything and she finds herself standing on a newly formed surface. She allows herself to plop face down on the ground. To her current mindset, the dirt would have been too good for her. She wasn’t even paying attention to the sound of running water. Her thoughts took over all function.
‘What does this Omni even expect of me? I couldn’t even appease my trainer. What could I do to impress… whatever he is? Where is my trainer even…’
Tears soak the fur under her eyes, as she refused to rise from the hard floor of the Nexus.
“There’s no use!” She yelled. “I’m useless.”
She just laid there for an uncertain amount of times, wetting the ground while her mind reminisces through the usual failures

Until she felt something impact hard against her head. Wincing in pain, she jolted her head up and peered into the direction of the hit. A pair of evil eyes looked down at her, accompanied by the familiar malicious grin…
Gengar!
It took another swing of its foot, impacting it against her stomach. She scrambled to her feet to face her oppressor. Instinct taking over, she awaits patiently for the command.

Oh wait

The gengar swings a punch into her face. She could feel her life force drain as the dead cold hand collided against her wet fur. Two, three, four, he kept swinging at her, but she kept her ground, hoping desperately she could figure out what to do.

“What are you doing? Fight back!” Someone yelled. She didn’t see who the source was. But it was what she needed.

With little hesitation, acting from instinct, her arm flung into the Gengar. Her fist sent out a pulse of electricity that sent him tumbling backwards shaking. However, this move would take its toll on the poor rabbit. All this punches he landed were drain punches. Lopunny’s last attack used up what little was left of her energy. With a little stumble, she toppled over to the ground, where she slipped into unconsciousness.
But this was soon accompanied by horrible terrible pain as her dreams were being ripped out of her head. She went unconscious around a Gengar. That was a mistake.
She felt as if her brain were being sucked out with a straw.
Then, it suddenly stopped. The pain was gone.

Lopunny must have been out for hours. When she slowly came to, she saw someone standing with his back turned to him. He was a pokemon that looked like a yoga practitioner wearing red baggy pants. She recognized him as a medicham.
“Did you save me?” The Lopunny asked. “Thank you.”
The medicham turned to look at her, but looked at her with pure disgust. She recoils a bit from the glare.
“It is shameful for you to fight that way.” He said scornfully.
She looked puzzled. She was used to putting herself down, but not used to hearing it from complete strangers. He turned to look her dead on. Lopunny got a little bit of a chill from his frightful gaze
“It is ok to lose from time to time. It’s the only way we could learn, but we must at least try. It is the medicham way, and it’s important to our kind. That is where you failed.”
“But I’m not a medi-” she began, but she was interrupted.
“That was thunder punch you used back there. The only way members of your race can learn that is through crossbreeding with members of my race. You are half medicham on your father’s side, so you represent us just as much as I do.”
Lopunny had never thought about her lineage. She knew she must have come about through breeding considering she would have remembered being caught in the wild, but it she never knew she had such a complicated back-story.

The medicham turned to face a large gate in front of them. It was composed of red-hot rocks and it was bellowing smoke from within. He handed her a pocket watch.
“In two days, your wounds will heal. Wait at this gate until then. After that, head towards the tallest mountain, at its midsection there will be men made of stone. Ask them for me. I’ll be waiting.”
And with that, he jumps through the gate and disappears into the smoke.

And there she waited for two days, before following in herself.

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Sitting upon the stark cliffs that overlooked the ruins of capital Dis and Hell itself, I found myself in what must have been the first time I had a moment of peace in days. I had time to think about the shit I've gone through, the sting of hellfire burns and jagged cuts across my body giving a painful reminder. Not long ago I was slaughtering my way through the last bastion of Hell's army to destroy whatever was controlling the gates. I had to stop them from escaping to Earth. What I found was the Icon of Sin. The gigantic face of some unspeakable monstrosity from which demons seems to spawn from its exposed insides. But that same opening that it created its minions was also the weak point, and fired everything it had into the open body. With an inhuman and roar it buckled and thrashed in its death kneel, and the building that housed it crumbled under the beast's strength. I had barely escaped to the wastelands as the land itself broke and splintered at the defeat of the leader, and what demons were left went with it.

A sniff at the smell of sulfur and blood brought me back and reminded me I wasn't out yet. I had grown sick of this place long before I came back after the invasion, and it was a long walk back to the hellgate. I dusted off some of the caked blood and bile as I got back to my feet, gave Dis one last middle finger, and headed off to Earth with shotgun over my shoulder. As the monotonous march back took its took, I began to wonder just where the bad souls would go now that I've wrecked the place completely. It was last thing I thought before I felt the familiar pull of inter-dimensional travel from one Hell to another.

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