"Hello. My name is Rafael Esquivel. I've got some questions for anyone who can answer them."  was posted on a messageboard on the Dataverse by Rafael because he had a lot of questions. Lacking anyone who at present could teach him about the place, he decided to go about it in the most logical way possible, ask on the closest thing to an internet that was had here. 

1.  What is a Prime? 
2.  Who are the most powerful Primes? 
3.  Are there any ways to return home? 
4.  Why are the White Armor Clad Troopers so paranoid? 
5.  Is there a school where one could learn to be a proper prime? 
6. Related to question five, is there anyone who would be willing to teach me to be a Prime properly, since I am new here? 
7.  How does one properly work Omnilium? 
8.  How does one properly pacify the white armor clad troopers, so you can come and go to their area, called "Coruscant" without any sort of harassment, or irritation from them? 
9.  Are the ancient ruins in Camelot up for grabs for anyone who wants to make them their home? 
10. Why have I forgotten how to program stuff, and why is Unicron so weak at present? 
11.  Is there a Manual on how to be a Prime?

Kolvo’s ember red eyes shot open observing his surroundings. Nothing but blackness came upon him like a shroud. He tried to move but nothing happened. Only a floating limp body, he tried to make words finding out to a startling disappointment that the same as his legs and arms his voice and mouth failed to respond. Darting his eyes back and forth frantically trying to find someone something. His breathing sped up as his mind started to race off listing the possible outcomes this dead void must be. During the battle at in the Oblivion could it have been possible that a lucky Daedra cast him into a soul gem? No, no that’s not it. Could it be Sithis, this was a void, correct? His focus realigned as a figure in all white slowly approached him.


Narrowing his eyes Kolvo tried his best to adjust himself, to see who or what he was looking at. Could it be Azura, the goddess of twilight, approaching to take him to their plain of Oblivion?


“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse.”


Omni? Never in Tribunal or in the texts the N’Wah Empire brought with them did they ever speak of such a thing. Kolvo would have none it, he had to do something to reply, to question, to resist this falsehood.


“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.”


Interest? Omniverse? Rules? Anger washed over him, replacing his fear. He may have been a guardsmen for a religion based around the Daedra and they were at least real but this Omni wishing him to be his plaything. Kolvo was no toy for a being that he had never heard of. No, the Tribunal was true, not this Omni.


“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.”


What does a mere mage orb have to do with anything? Why would some being give such power to a mortal? Every second Omni spoke raised more questions that Kolvo could only ask in his head. Kolvo could feel the powerful magic in the multicolored orb. It was raw power, A power no mage, warrior or scholar should possess. It was a power that only gods should have Kolvo knew with it there must be a price, a price of respectability and to keep righteous among the good.


“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.”


Others? Others like himself or worse? Kolvo tried to call out against Omni tell them that he wished not to be reborn. That he would rather be brought back home to his friends and family, to be back in the city of Vivec.


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


Kolvo simply watched as the being slowly faded away leaving only him and the deep darkness of the void. A blinding light blinded the dark elf making him whence and pray to the Tribunal to let shield himself from it but only found himself losing conscience until another black found surrounded him.

Hey Koal,

Just to prove I am better than Sam(MK), I am wishing you happy birthday first.

Love,
Your Real Best Friend.


*presents a special cake with a hawt storm demon to welcome him to age 18.*
<3

Most likely a duo but I'm trying to decide if I should play this guy named 

Lucas Kellan:



(Lucas is on the right)


and Maya "Echo" Visari is on the left


Trying to decide whom to make the prime and who the NPC Prime.

A black void.

Complete silence.

The butterfly fairy tried to blink her eyes, but couldn’t. Her limbs, dull and unresponsive. Even her wings, energetic as they are, had went numb. She started to worry. What happened to her? Why couldn’t she move? Just what is this place, and why is she here?

…

After a brief forever, she recalled something.

Wasn’t she sleeping? If so, then she might just be dreaming. Yeah, that doesn’t sound too far-fetched. Maybe, this is all just a bad dream… wait a second, how can she be sure it’s just that? This is Gensokyo, after all. Eternity knew, even with a fairy’s forgetfulness, that there were as many kinds of youkai as there are stars in the sky. This could very well be the work of a dream youkai, if that existed. Well, it doesn’t matter. She was completely at the mercy of her captor-

In the infinite darkness, a white figure emerged.

Aha! This must be the culprit: the bug-catcher. Who else could it be? The look was completely unknown to her - or maybe she could not remember - and it certainly did not look like any youkai she’d ever seen. In fact, it was much closer to that of a human boy, like those daring children she saw who had strayed way too far from their village.

The white figure Wrote:“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse.”

Omni Wrote:“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.”

Omni Wrote:“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.”

Omni Wrote:“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.”

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

Jakob Volkov.

He was… Someone?

His mind was muddy. To the point of barely registering who he was. In the shadows of death, like a mosquito net wrapped around him, he could see the endless and flawless white. He could tell you that this was the Nexus, and this bug net-like thing was the death shroud he had cast away a dozen times already. In fact, his mind had never seemed more clear than when he was in the death shroud. He almost had all the answers.

Almost.

Jakob couldn’t rightfully tell you who he was or what he was while in the shroud.

When it came to individualizing himself, anything at all it was difficult, but especially now. Voices echoed around him, and he couldn’t tell you if they were the ghosts of his past or the secondaries that tended to mill about in the Nexus. Did they wait about for Primes to spawn or re-spawn because they were hoping their own Primes would appear?

Did he have a secondary waiting for him?

On second thought, that was rather impossible. He didn’t know himself, but he managed to know that he knew no one outside of himself. For anyone to wait patiently or impatiently for him to rise from the ashes was fantasy and pointless hope. He wasn’t even sure he was capable of hope anymore. Did he desire someone to wait for him? No… This was a mere passing thought that he imagined most Primes had when respawning.

He should try to remember this stuff…

It would be highly suspicious if someone was waiting for him at the fountain. Especially after a death like the one he experienced. What was that hole? He feels like he’s seen it before. Whatever it was, it felt like a shotgun to the gut. Somehow better, and in some ways worse. It felt a great deal like 6 bullets from a handgun. If only because they were individual shots. And he could feel each one split through the muscle of his body and pierce his flesh. Clear his mind…

Maybe he just needed to get a gun in order to remember this stuff?

-

After it felt like he had been laying there for five more days than normal, Jakob decided it was best to cast the shroud aside like a comfortable quilt and embrace the new round with his usual approach.

Jakob Volkov laid across an unusually nice couch. It had three back cushions and three removable bottom cushions. Instinctively he knew there was a bed folded up under him. If he took the time to pull out each cushion he’d find a bar in the center if he gave that a hardy tug two-thirds of a bed would instantly be exposed. After that, it would be a matter of lowering the last third and making the bed. Or, that would be the last step for any sensible person. This was Jakob after all.

The couch was a dark brownish-maroon with small detailing across it. Bead-like knobs lined the front of the armrests and the lower frame of the couch. In short, it was simple. However, to the slightly soberer than he desired Prime, it tasted like familiarity. It cradled him like a crib; As if he’d slept on the couch for nearly two years while someone else slept in the bed. Only to be nudged awake by someone in the early hours in a generous gesture to get him to move to the bed.

Almost instantly after that, Jakob felt the pain in his leg flare up and he instinctively reached into the pockets of his pants and pulled out his last dose of Bliss. Even as he jabbed the pen-like injector carelessly into the half existing leg he knew he needed more. Somewhere in his mind, he knew he could just make more, but like his leg pain, the thought faded away almost instantly. Jakob sighed heavily with relief. 

The next moment he glanced over at his right shoulder, only to find his arm was gone. Again.

He deflated by sinking deeper into the leather cushions.

Where had it gone now?

“Ishchete eto?” A blonde woman said from the edge of his space, perfect dialect. She also held his red robotic arm by the shoulder connection, but he admittedly wasn’t looking at that. It was obvious to anyone else she was using it as a way to talk to him.

“Da.” He said, robotically himself.

“Da?” She repeated, trying to hold back a giggle.

“Da.” He repeated. “Dat is my arm. I need it for arm things.” He said, twisting on the couch so he is sitting on it properly, looking up at her. Not stareing, yet, but she was pretty attractive. He was more mesmerized that she was even talking to him.

“Oh?”

“Da.”

The blond woman cracked a smile and shook her head. “As I recall, it's really difficult to do it by yourself. Let me at least help.”

“Okay,” Jakob said without hesitation. Anyone else would have stopped to wonder how she ‘recalled’ anything. Or even question if she knew how to properly reconnect the complex machinery back onto its owner.

But none of this crossed the drug-filled mind of his. Bliss has always numbed the reflexes and the reaction to things, and it would seem that using it over the years has left Jakob with a permanent lapse in judgment. His words were always slow. He’s gotten away with it in English, but his Russian never had any urgency in it either. Which was contradictory to most of his comrades. It was an angry language, but Jakob managed to slow and calm it.

Correction. Bliss had managed it. Through Jakob.

She sat down beside him on a couch that only existed in a studio apartment with a slight rise on one part of it to define the kitchen more, a couch that Jakob had been headed for before it happened. Now Jakob knew neither the couch nor himself. “Screwdriver?” She asked. Instinctively he reached into one of the cushions and pulled one out. She thanked him and went to work.

The Russian watched with only the barest hints of curiosity and concern as she began the process of attaching his prosthetic. She was about a third through when he realized she wasn’t fumbling with it like most - including himself - did. She barely needed to look at the pieces to question their connectivity, and if she did it was semi-instant when she went straight back into it. In a matter of a minute at most he had his arm back.

Jakob flexed the ruby metallic colored limb and turned the wrist over. It reacted to his every thought like it was supposed to. He was very happy to have it back, smiled even. But then he turned to her, still smiling, and said. “Dat was fast, are you a Pretty Lady doctor, too?” Jakob asked, an image of a woman coming to his slow reacting mind, and realization crossed his face. For a moment there was hope. “Like Anja!?”

Name: Kolvo Galvus
Spent OM: 4000
Consumed OM: 0
Proficiencies (2000): Physical Strength (1000), Ranged Proficiency (1000)
Powers (800/8000): Burst Movement (800)
Moves (1200): Ebony Spear (600), Indoril Shield (300), Steel Short Sword (300)
Super Moves (0):
Transformations (0):
Assists (0):
Items:
Artifacts: 
Bases:
Unlocks (0):
Base stats:
ATK: 3
DEF: 2
SPD: 2
TEC: 3

To: Hecate Rothchild @ Unwanted Houseguests.net
From: IAFQOC@GETOUTOFMYHOUSE.net 
Subject: Your presence. 

Your presence in my house, especially with the murderous tendencies of Dark Hecate can unfortunately no longer be tolerated. So we have a couple of ways that we can resolve the situation. One of these is that you pay the Omnilium I spent back to me, so that the property is yours, and all traces of my stuff are removed by you. The second is that you leave, and find somewhere else to live. Of course with either of these options, we shall not be meeting in person, given your taste in....guests. 

I shall leave it up to you to decide, but there is a third option. The third option involves me reclaiming my house forcibly by force.

The game was afoot in her mind as Hecate closed her docile blue eyes for a moment and when they re opened they had shifted to the dark pinkish red, the noticeable trait of the dark personality taking over. "Holy shit...." She said as she stood up and stretched her arms and brushed aside several of the ornate chess pieces.

Her gaze turned towards the boy who had seemingly fallen asleep again due to the overwhelming boredom caused by her other self. "Oy boy wake up." she said as she slammed her hand down onto the chess table jarring Yandere lover awake. "Oh? Am I boring you?" she asked with ire in her voice. "fine, let me show you something to make your blood run cold." She said with her sick smile, the thought of seeing crimson rivulets of life dripping from a wound made her body yearn as she thought about it.

Taking the boy by the arm she led him back into the bathhouse by the white marbles stairway, and down and down they went.

Upon reaching the classical inspired bathhouse Hecate continued walking along the wall leading the boy by the arm even now. She stepped on a small pressure place, hidden among the marble tiles, giving way to an opening before the pair of people. The white marble that had defined the very architecture of Fort Rothchild was redefined, as Black marble with red veins lit by torchlight became a new scene. This was Dark Hecate's inner sanctum, a place where she could unleash the horrific desires she harbored upon the people and things of the omniverse. Inside the smallish hallway there were no distinguishing things but the thick banded iron door at the end gave a whole new meaning to the term ominous. The door was admittedly ornate, however each detailed acid etching in the iron seemed to just bear nothing but dread. Carefully etched drops of blood seemed to flow freely from cuts, carved into the iron. Hecate's body gave a small shiver as her right hand gripped the twisted iron handle and pulled the heavy door open, even the sound of the hinges opening gave an eerie feel.

Yandere lover gulped at all of what he was seeing, his eyes not even fully adjusted to the new lighting.

"Welcome to my domain." Hecate said, the words rolling off her tongue like those of a lover whispering into her lover's ear. Yandere Lover's body felt a shiver down his spine. His eyes took in the "Domain" she had spoken of. It was a dungeon, and a frightening one at that, the walls held chains, shackles and other restraining tools. It seemed to Yandere lover that the place was where several of his fetish hentai's had been recorded. not that he would ever tell her such a thing....

The room had small grooves cut into the marble flooring leading to what appeared to be a large basin or tub. In the lighting Yandere lover couldn't make it out. Hecate smiled as she walked towards the center of the large hidden room, it was then noticeable that the dungeon floor sloped inwards ever so slightly towards that tub.

Hecate stepped down into it, taking several small steps showing it was large and deep enough for her to lay down quite comfortably into. She didn't say a word as she walked around showing off the different tools and items hanging on the walls or nestled neatly on the floor.

The glimmer in her eyes made Yandere Lover take a moment to clear his throat before speaking. "so.... what is all of this for?" He asked, hoping he was not to be the one to find out first hand.

“I am so glad you asked.” Hecate said with a wicked sing song voice. “This” She said as she pointed back towards the central tub. “Is where I plan to bathe in blood.” He smile widened as she watched the boy take an uncomfortable step backwards This was a little too much even for him. “Oh don't worry, you are not on the menu…. “ She said as she stepped towards him, making him back up into the wall, the sound of clinking chains startled the boy as they touched his back as he pressed against it.

Hecate halted her advance as she looked around her private palace within a palace, everything in this room was a tool of wickedness, and she loved each and every one as if it was her child. Her eyes turned towards the boy once more before she whispered in her silky voice again. “I want to go get some more of those elven girls…” She said as her tongue escaped her mouth, wetting her lips.

Yandere Lover didn't know what to say, or how to react. He had known she was a little crazy, that was why he had found her so damn attractive, but this was not what he expected from her. He had expected her to come out swinging her swords and cutting down any who would oppose her or threatened to take her away from him, her Senpai. Instead she was hungry.. No lusting for blood.

“Where would you expect to find them?” He asked as he looked for an excuse to derail her plan, He loved who she was but he was not going to partake in unwarranted murder like this. Not even that flea Warren Zimmer deserved something like this.

No He was her Senpai, and she his Waifu even if she didn't know it yet He was going to help her, He was strong, not only did he kill a prime, but he had made that very prime grovel at her feet like little more than a dog. He had already committed to her, he had told his mom he was not coming back, and he had no intention of going back, plus he was sure she could handle herself. Even if she had lost to a fairy.

Hecate watched the hesitation in the boy’s eyes fade away, “Good” She thought as she grabbed his wrist and headed back to the surface.