Pure white. That's all I see. A pure white world. And then there is this... Fountain, statue, whatever it is right now. Where was I? All I know is that I'm not at the Source anymore...

Alive Once More: The Arrival of Commander Video



It felt pretty odd to have a heart beating in my chest again. I was deceased for a long time before this whole fiasco. My paddle was gone... And so were my cores... It felt like death all over again... But this was different. I have to actually summon them? This place is quite confusing... But then comes me. I'm alive again, I'm in a new place, and I'm missing the things that used to make up me. I can't even fly anymore! Actually... I don't think I'm myself anymore... At least in some way... Alright, what can I remember? Swept from the Source... Mysterious "Omni" figure... No, earlier than that. I should remember how I died, right? It involved me and the Timbletot... Oh man, Timbletot. I bet he'll be really confused once he notices I'm gone! Alright, cause of death. Kamikaze-like attack, engulfed in rage... Before all that... It's hard to remember... Oh man, that's bad! My whole life (minus my death and this situation)! I no longer have a life story to share... Or even one to reflect on... Will it all come back to me eventually? I hope so. I've lost most of what made up my life arriving here. Almost all of my abilities, almost all of my memories, and all of my items! All I am left with is myself, but with layers of my essence strapped away. What should I do now? At the moment, I have nothing to do. I'm not alone, right? There are bound to be others that will arrive here or end up here by another strange force.

Character name: Commander Video

Character source: BIT.TRIP Saga (A series of 7 rhythm games)

Character history:
BEAT - CV is born as a concept. A concept that, "From life comes rhythm and from rhythm comes life." As he heads towards being born, his body starts to transition from concept to physical. As he is being brought to the physical world, CV gives us his very first words. "I am only a man."

CORE - CV is born into the physical world and starts to observe his surroundings. He is aided by his parents until he is able to go out on his own. But he has to be mindful of what he does. At this point, he's come to a simple realization. "I am not alone."

VOID - CV gets a first taste of social interaction. He is new to it at this point so he is a little bit more than rude. As he finally knows humility, CV decides that he isn't the center of the universe. It's time to make friends. "I. Am. Ready!"

RUNNER - CV heads into the world. As he goes along, he makes a new enemy, the Timbletot. This makes CV realize that the world isn't what it seems. He makes 4 new friends as he goes along. Radbot, Junior Melchkin, Meat Boy, and Commandgirl Video. CV (the he CV) confronts the Timbletot again and tries to get him to understand that hate isn't the answer. The only reply CV gets is, "You. Are. Not. A. MAN!"

Runner2 - The Timbletot zaps CV into an un-fused reality full of things no one has seen before. But, he is able to beat the Timbletot and gets re-fused. That's it. That's all there is for Runner2's description.

FATE - CV has had enough with the Timbletot. He puts his life on the line (literally) and makes a final pursuit. As he goes, he realizes that love can only get him so far. He starts descending into madness. At the end of the line, CV fights the Timbletot for the last time. He goes to the kill without self control with a suicide attack. Both CV and the Timbletot die.

FLUX - CV isn't gone. He's now a spirit in the Etherial. He has a homeward journey to take so he can finally rest in peace. As he goes he reflects on his past, faces his anger, and realizes that the past is one big lesson to learn from. But the big thing to learn is that life is. Simply. There is no death. There is no before. There is no after. All is in flux. Simply.

In this world, Commander Video gets a second chance at life.

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

Starting Proficiencies:

• Physical Strength – 1000 OM
  Area Shield Proficiency – 400 OM

• Basic Super Jumping - 300 OM
  Basic Telekinesis - 400 OM

• Kick (Physical Strength) - 300 OM [The basic kick, but enhanced. Not used for attacking but a good use for taking out wall-like obstacles.]
  HYPER-Shield (Area Shield) - 300 OM [Allows the user to fully protect his/herself, but his/her only. Summoning time depends on the user's speed. It creates a translucent yellow shield that surrounds the user. It requires the user to concentrate hard, envisioning themselves and the shield. Soon, the shield will appear around the user. The shield will only last for at least half a minute before fading. The user can move around with the shield, but cannot attack.]

Quote:It felt pretty odd to have a heart beating in my chest again. I was deceased for a long time before this whole fiasco. My paddle was gone... And so were my cores... It felt like death all over again... But this was different. I have to actually summon them? This place is quite confusing... But then comes me. I'm alive once more, I'm in a new place, and I'm missing the things that used to make up me. I can't even fly anymore!
Actually... I don't think I'm myself anymore... At least in some way...

Character name: Evelyn Martin

Character source: Original

Character history:



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

Starting Proficiencies:

Physical Strength – 1000 OM
Ranged Proficiency – 1000 OM

Starting Powers:

Regeneration Basic – 1300 OM
Telepathy – 1200 OM
Suppression Basic – 500 OM

Starting Moves:

None

Writing example:

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Hello all,

Name's Sekah, I'm a girl, and I'm looking to do some playing. Are there any opens or plots I could jump into with Toguro? Also, I donated $20 to the server, can I make a second character? I have a character related to Toguro that might be super fun, in a criminal way, named Karasu. Please feel free to plot with me, I love plotting and I love roleplaying, and trust me, I totally want to play with you. I'm gonna think up some opens in the meantime.

Thanks,
Sekah

This was not hell.

The final goodbye to Genkai had gone smoothly. He had only one thing left, one thing to look forward to, which was ten thousand years of torture before his soul was erased like it had never been at all. He'd walked through the rotted, imposing door with grim determination, steadfast will, stepped through ... into something entirely different.

No ghouls whispered to him here, as they had been while he walked into his own chosen hell. No phantom breath or disembodied voices hissed you killed in his ear. No grinning ghosts of the children he'd trained, and his victims innocent and cruel, sent to meet him in the Spirit World, surrounded him. Instead, there had been blackness, and a voice instructing him, giving a phantasmagoric gift of something made of rainbows. Now black volcanic sand he sunk into up to his ankles was pooled on every side, beyond which there was nothing but white in every direction, a strange sense of illumination, and beyond, an array of bizarre-looking doors.

Toguro glanced back over his shoulder, where a final door built entirely of light was misting about the edges. Fountain of Infinity—the words came unbidden to his mind. A strange thing, considering it should have been the gates to hell, manned by beetle-eyed devils. Even now, the ability to feel anything but pain should have been stripped from him, sliced from his very soul like a lobotomy. But he was in no pain and there were no cruel tormentors there with pasty, manic grins, waiting see him in agony.

Toguro sniffed, cracked his knuckles, and slid his scarred hands deep into his World War I-era trench coat, green, which hung off his shoulders and accentuated his shirtless muscles beneath. Unflappable as always, he chose the Western door, which was manned by the tiny dots of toy soldiers, beginning to slog in that direction.

Toguro had an affinity with soldiers: they were glorified mercenaries, and thus did what he did, though less specialized. These were wearing silly helmets and white uniforms. He would find out more from them there, hopefully.

He wished he had his old motorcycle, and then came another shock: he realized, as if the foreign thought had been implanted into his brain, that he could make one.

He imagined it, a big state-of-the-art hog with gleaming red fixtures. Rather like gathering power through meditation, he sat down in the velvety sand, black as midnight.

For five minutes he sat, concentrating hard on the image in his head. Finally, his favorite motorcycle stood before him, fat and thick. Feeling distinctly more cheerful, he pushed it arduously past the sand and swung a muscular leg over to climb on after the last grains were gone. He revved the engine, satisfied, and set out on it toward the Western gate, over the endless white so complete it felt like he might plunge into it, his fate unknown, but not truly frightening.

Toguro rode for an hour in the dizzying white expanse, before finally, the gate he'd chosen was towering over him. It was built of steel, looking rather like Sakyo's portal to Demon World, though without the crackling lightning energy.

"Welcome to Coruscant, Prime," said a guard, flashing a rogue grin.

Toguro blinked behind his designer sunglasses, a thin eyebrow cocking. "Prime?" he asked casually. "What's a prime? And what's through there?" he added, jerking a solid chin toward the portal.

"You're a prime!" chirped the guard, getting a glare from the second that spoke of hours of duty next to a chatterbox. "One summoned by Omni himself from the Fountain of Infinity." Toguro felt chills run up his spine from the "Most of us are secondaries," he finished wistfully. "Summoned by a Prime, you see. We can't achieve your power. And that is the Empire, the greatest civilization in the Omniverse. You'll be an Empire man, then?" he finished slyly.

Toguro hardly liked feeling so mystified, and having no idea what was going on. For a man used to having a grasp of his situation, it was strange to be at a loss. "If you mean having an affiliation to it, I have no idea," Toguro grumped. "Is there a power struggle in the works?"

Games of power he certainly understood. He'd seen some people skulking near the Fountain, some dressed as these soldiers, some looking more like woodland scouts, and avoided them entirely. He wouldn't throw his lot in with anyone until he had a clearer idea of what to do and where to go.

The loud-mouthed guard began a boring explanation of the merits of Coruscant and the evils of Camelot, with brief mentions of the other worlds. He finished off with, "And be sure not to be banished to the Underverse, Prime. That is a fate worse than death."

Toguro nodded, chilled and mildly irritated, but still took polite leave of the guards and pushed his bike through the gate, arriving into Coruscant.

Y'all know the drill.

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“Second gate on the left,” the female off-worlder muttered, collecting the omnilium Ral had offered. She dropped a pair of lanyards on the counter, each adorn with a single yellow tag the size and shape of an index card.

Ral nodded, jabbing his companion in the side and gesturing toward the end of the counter. Vincent grabbed the neckwear and led on, following the queue down a hallway toward what looked like some variety of café. The gunslinger marveled at the size of the establishment, it appeared much larger on the inside. The walls of the building were made of the typical brushed aluminum-looking metal that was the norm in Coruscant, each rising to meet the ceiling some 15 feet above. The hall started wide at the end of the desk, but tapered toward the end, narrowing to nearly single-file width. The eatery at the end of the hall looked quite small, his eyes only catching site of a few tables. Despite this, the crowd continued to file in. As they reached the end of the hallway, Vincent was struck with confusion. He now stood at their apparent destination, though there were no visible means of exit.

Ral quickly caught up with him, snatching a lanyard from the ex-Turk’s gloved hand. “Follow my lead,” he muttered, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. The squirrely man donned his lanyard, stepping up to the metal wall. He tapped the corner of his pass on the wall, wisps of yellow rippling from the point of contact across the metal. The wall seemed to wobble for a moment, before returning to its normal consistency. Smirking, he turned to face Vincent. “See ya’ on the other side.” With that, he stepped backward through the wall and vanished from sight.

- -       -

“Telepasses.” Ral chuckled, tossing his hat and glasses onto the floor. “Love ‘em.” He removed the lanyard, dropping the unit into a nearby trashcan.

Vincent glanced down at his pass, which was now a drab shade of gray. The wall that he had just stepped through was of the rough-looking wood plank variety. The spot from which he had emerged looked completely nondescript, identical to the rest of the small room the he had arrive in. He touched a finger to the wall, feeling the expected amount of resistance.

“One way passes. No re-admittance,” his partner explained, yanking the card from the cloaked man’s neck. “Let’s get going; I can feel the jet-lag already.”

Vincent and his client emerged from the receiving chamber, stepping out into brilliant sunlight. Ral shielded his eyes from the glare, his brow knitted. They had emerged from a small, wooden hut. He and Ral had been alone upon arrival and the house held no furniture. Perhaps this hut existed solely as a drop-off point?

“Well, here we are: Vasty Deep.” Ral glanced at his companion. “From the looks of you, we should have brought along sunscreen.”

The dark-haired man gazed out at his surroundings, feeling the tang of saltwater in the air as he took a deep breath. The air was warm and moist; the distant sounds of chatter and laughter met his ears. His red irises focused his gaze at the immediate area, acknowledging the string of huts or various sizes that dotted the beach as well as the people splashing where the ocean met the sand. The familiar feeling on confusion bubbled up within his mind. A prison on the beach?

Can there be third level characters? I can't seem to remember the correct word for them right now, and can't find it elsewhere.
By third level characters. I mean, not just robots secondaries can make, but possibly Demons a Secondary Demonologist could call forth?

Get 'er done

The flight from Dalaran back to Edinburgh passed quickly, though Harry would still have preferred a Way. Once the prospect of travelling by the realms of Fae had terrified him, but now he found it familiar and comfortable, and missed the option when it was taken from him. Perhaps that said something about the way he'd been living his life the past few years, before this Omniverse thing. Still, right now, he needed to acquaint himself with the information from Inlumia about the way the Omniverse worked. The griffon touched down outside Edinburgh, and Harry set the beast free, watching it fly away before walking underground and calling light from his pentacle amulet. He held the notebook in one hand and navigated the tunnels almost absentmindedly; he was intimately familiar with their workings.

As he approached the Halls themselves, he shut the book, a passage on summoning still fresh in his mind. He hadn't summoned this building from Earth, that was certain, though how he knew that he wasn't sure. But he could summon beings directly from home, or copies of those beings at least. He could think of one entity he didn't want to leave alone in the hands of the Leanansidhe, if only because Mab had a personal grudge against him and Lea might open the bag and find him, if she hadn't already. Though no fault of her own, Lea was beholden to Mab, and it stood to reason she'd share the Winter Queen's grudge against Bob.

That thought in mind, Harry opened the door with a few precise taps from his staff and set off towards his lab, which was under his apartment, which was under the ostentatory, which most people simply called a great hall or meeting hall. He found his familiar flannel robe waiting on a hook inside, along with most of the normal contents of his lab. Even the map of the Paranetters was there, despite its uselessness in this new locale. It was missing one thing, though; there was normally a skull on that shelf of romance novels.

The skull was the home of a spirit of intellect named Bob. There was only one thing that kept Harry from stating that Bob had forgotten more about magic than Harry knew. Bob never forgot anything. Ever. And he was loyal to whoever held his skull, which meant he was dangerous to have in circulation. It wasn't that Harry didn't trust his friends. He just didn't trust the Leanansidhe as far as he could throw her, and he couldn't throw her far at all. So he crossed over to the circle inlaid on the ground, closed it with an infusion of will, and funneled Omnilium into the rings of intertwined metal. He let the energy build up like he had for creating the Halls, and, after a few minutes had passed, spoke. "Bob, spirit of Intellect. Bob, spirit of Air. Bob, I summon thee!"

There was a flash of bright light from the Omnilium before it resolved into a shape. Specifically, a human skull carved with spidery black runes. Two flames burned in the skull's eye sockets, and its jaw moved up and down as it spoke. "What the hell was that, Boss? One minute I'm staring at the Swords and a box of depleted Uranium, next I'm here in your lab and it's like nobody ever touched it!" The skull turned in place a couple times before speaking again. "And why am I in a sealed circle?"