CHARACTER NAME: Leona, the Radiant Dawn

CHARACTER SOURCE: League of Legends

CHARACTER HISTORY:

On the upper slopes of Mount Targon, the warriors of Rakkor live and breathe only for war. However, Targon's peak is reserved for a special group of Rakkor who answer to a 'higher' calling. Members of this group, called the  Solari, retire their mantles of war, choosing instead to devote their lives to reverence of the sun.

According to legend, the Solari were formed by a warrior who could call the raw might of the sun down upon his enemies in combat. He claimed Mount Targon's summit, the point on Valoran closest to the sun, for his solar devotion, a tradition which generations of Solari have preserved to this day. Though they maintain their reverence, no other warrior possessed the gifts of the founder - until Leona.

Leona's parents were traditional Rakkor, both bred for the heat of battle. To them, Leona was a problem child. She was capable of fighting as fiercely as any other - including her childhood friend, Pantheon - but she did not share their zeal for killing. She believed that the true worth of a soldier lay in her ability to defend and protect.

When it came time for her Rite of Kor, a ceremony in which two Rakkor teens battle to the death for the right to bear a relic-weapon, Leona refused to fight. For this, the Rakkor leaders ordered her execution, but when they tried to strike the fatal blow, sunlight burst forth, bathing Mount Targon in light.

As it faded, Leona stood unharmed and her executioners lay unconscious around her. The Solari immediately claimed Leona, demanding that her sentence be repealed. She donned the golden armor of the Solari and they bestowed upon her the sword and shield passed down from the ancient sun-warrior of legend.

The Solari helped Leona focus her abilities, and when she was ready she left to join the League of Legends.

Omni took Leona after her hallucinogenic talk with an old childhood friend.



PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:



A 6 foot tall woman with red hair and that wears red and gold armor. She normally has her sword and shield in her hands.

STATS:
ATK: 2
DEF: 4
SPD: 1
TEC: 2

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:

Physical Strength (1000 OM)

Ranged (1000 OM)

Debuff (1000 OM)

Area Defense (400 OM)

STARTING POWERS:

STARTING MOVES:
Zennieth Blade (600 OM, requires Physical strength, ranged, and debuff): A 5 foot red and gold sword imbued with the energy of the sun. Taking 2 seconds to cast, Leona projects a solar image of her sword, in a line of 20 feet, the image travels a bit slowly, taking 5 seconds to reach the full 20 feet, and deals to the first person struck, who will be briefly immobilized (2 seconds) giving Leona time to close the distance. She needs 5 seconds in order to do it again.

Shield of Daybreak (600 OM, requires Area Defense, Physical Strength, and Debuff): a 3 foot wide, 5 feet tall shield, meant to block. Leona also uses her shield to perform a a bash that does 3 second stun to the target, with a little bit of damage, Leona takes 2 seconds to complete the bash and needs a 6 seconds before she can do it again.

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Where did you find us? A little bit of googling for a roleplay site

This is a question doubling as a suggestion, I suppose :frog:

All of the powers present in the Omniverse are made for combat utility, even if some have some utility outside of combat as well (like Super Jumping or Enhanced Senses). But what of powers that don't have combat utility? Taken from the FAQ, we have the option of certain fodder powers:

Quote:Q3: Can my character have additional non-combat powers, for example communicating with the dead? Hacking? Being really good at fixing things?
Yes, roleplaying fodder powers are fine but you should get approval for these from staff when you join or using the Help Desk board. Please do not abuse these fodder powers to do things you would not otherwise be able to do. This is purely for roleplaying purposes and should not be abused. Communicating with the dead, for example, would not allow you to find out things about other characters without their permission. Hacking knowledge would not allow you to affect other Primes or become some kind of god in the Dataverse. And having necromantic knowledge is fine but actually summoning the dead requires moves and/or an Assist, and if you tried something like reviving a dead NPC without approval then you'd be at risk of getting your post edited. Always check if you haven't already asked.

Environmental resistance, for example a natural resistance to hot or cold environments, could be considered a roleplaying fodder power, but would not be effective against moves from other primes. For example, being resistant to cold environments would not protect you in any way against the cold-based attacks. It is up to you how to justify this in your role-plays. If all else fails, the section in 'About the World' regarding omniphysics 'balance' should cover you.

Surviving in zero-oxygen and high/low-pressure areas such as underwater or in space is considered a roleplaying fodder power and does NOT require Survival, though this will not protect you from, for example, poison clouds from other players. Any character may also summon rebreather-like apparatus if the situation requires it.

Purchases and Deductions for Shantotto go here!

Current post count: (your current post count, viewable below your avatar)
Current Earned OM: (your current Earned OM, viewable next to your posts)
Current Spent OM: (total, viewable on your roster)
Buying: (whatever it is you want to buy. If purchasing a move you MUST link to the approval). Cost: (the cost) OM
New Spent OM in category: (your new total spent on Moves, Powers or whatever it was you bought)
New Overall Spent OM: (your total Spent OM after the purchase)

All moves must be approved here before purchase.

Viola vs Pennywise!

Level 1 throwdown in the Nexus. Let's go!

Word Limit: 800 
Posts Per Player: 3 
Time Limit: 72 hours (extensions are fine, just throw a heads up)
Judge: None yet.
Other Notes: There are a couple of stormtroopers by the fountain who may side with Viola (since Pennywise is the aggressor). They're mostly fodder and I'd rather they don't impact the fight judgement too much - although she does need every advantage she can get.

And the time starts... NOW!

Things might be looking grim for Viola, but I'm going to give you a run for your money, Jade (or try to). I've gotta show all those naysayers that 0 DEF and 1 SPD is totally viable.

Also, we need a judge, so if anyone wants to volunteer, that'd be great.

So I randomly lost 20 rest points... I had 64, didn't post IC and then suddenly I had 44. I know someone said something about saving drafts messes it up, but I don't mess with drafts... How'd that happen? Are they gone forever.

Hi, I've finally decided to pull the trigger. Can my name be changed to Kuzuru please?

“Fitting, that you should be the first.” Sasuke heard a voice say, as a yellow blade of pure energy, which would be the young shinobi’s downfall, flashed into existence. The scream of energy and steel that followed left an impaled and dying shinobi in its wake, but that… that was a long time ago. 

Almost a fable now, as the legacy of the Dante’s Abyss Champion had become obscure to more and more. To the story’s credit, though, it had not fully died. It remained alive in the hushed whispers of the citizens of Nippur, whose lives and safety were in the shinobi’s charge, and the various primes who fought against his might. Those who still hold the story dear all seem to agree that it ended too short, hope of its return, and are always left wondering, in one form or another: Whatever became of the mighty Sasuke Uchiha? Well, for them, this is that story. 

Darkness of slumber and death; not the pale shadow before the dawn, but a never ending abyss. Void of perception and distinction, it consumed existence. Inundated by the void, Sasuke Uchiha felt it wash over him; its desire unyielding, yet peaceful, and calming. Suspended, he floated the ether and become enamored by sensory deprivation. In a dreamlike state, the youth became sedated with a sense of completion, and acceptance. Material desires and ambitions of the flesh diminished, until they were all but gone. Death wasn’t an agent of fear, but rather an escape from it; a warm embrace and a promise of refuge. Nirvana. For all castles made of sand, drift into the sea, eventually.

Oblivion came not with alarm, but with blissful optimism, and regardless of what lie await ahead of him, Sasuke welcomed it. In a trance, he began steadfast into that blackest of night. A night that would continue to elude him, however, because once over the threshold, his shoulder, where the legendary Sannin Orochimaru had cursed him, seared and sizzled. The smell of flesh burning was jarring. Agony rattled his core, awareness flooded his psyche, and instantly Sasuke rejected death’s embrace.

A breath later, an environment of altogether different scenery enclosed on the shinobi, leaving no trace of the former. More darkness came rushing to greet him, accompanied by a sphere of stone walls, slick with algae. Fresh water kissed his fair skin and soaked his garments as he lay disoriented, unable to place where he was or where he had come from.

 “Wake up.” Growled a raspy voice; it’s bearer unknown, veiled in the darkness.

Sasuke pushed himself from the slime coated cobblestone and took in his surroundings. Encompassing an area no larger than eight feet in circumference, it was submerged in shallow water, and had an opening for a ceiling, so many yards up it felt a fantasy. He awoke to find himself sitting in the belly of an empty, abandoned well. Where am I? The youth thought as he stirred, his mind plight with nebulous recollection, Where is this? 
 
“I said get up!” the raspy voice growled once more, “You’ve been sleeping long enough.”

“Sleeping?” Sasuke repeated the words the voice had spoke as he stood, peering into the darkness for a better look at its owner. His eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, bestowing the shinobi not full sight, but enough to determine its shape and form.  A ferocious, winged demon was towering over the ninja from the cramped shadows of their confines.

“Dead.” The monster scoffed, “You’ve been dead long enough.”

“Dead?” as the words left the young shinobi’s lips, it all came rushing back to him; how he’d been abducted to help some imprisoned spirit, and how he had actually managed do so, amazingly enough. A victory short lived however, as he was then promptly defeated on his return to the Nexus.

 His defeat came to him by, what could only be explained as, a roaming army of primes, able to combine into one being of colossal strength, power, and badassery. The shinobi hadn’t fully recovered from it, to be honest, his mistakes haunted him. He was grieve stricken, it made his sick. How could he let this happen? There were no excuses. He had lost everything he worked so hard to achieve in Dante’s Abyss. He had fallen in power and most importantly, he had lost all the progress he had gained in his brother’s well deserved retribution. Shame, regret, anger, and a desperation to settle the wrongs he had wrought overwhelmed the young shinobi. His hand became a fist, clenched so hard, he drew blood.

“Did you think you’d escaped it? And were alive already?” The demon questioned, advancing forward to reveal it’s visage for the first time. A corrupted, twisted, and an evil version of Sasuke’s own features stared back at the youth. “Hardly.”  The demon snickered, mocking the shinobi before continuing, “That back there? That was your will to live.”

“My will to live?”

“Or lack thereof, you little bitch.” the monster snarled as he closed the distance, aggravating the tension between them, “You know what I think? Anyone who would just abandon their convictions doesn’t deserve to exist.”

“I didn’t.” Sasuke snapped, “You have bad information, demon.” The shinobi tilted his head from side to side, cracking his neck, bounced on his tip toes, and shook his body until he felt he had lifted the stiffness of slumber. His eyes never left the abomination before him, refusing to allow himself caught off-guard by this demon, should it chose to strike.

“I don’t,” the monster spat, expressing contempt for the youth freely, “and I would know firsthand.” The beast expanded his frame to its full extent before responding, removing any free space left within the well with its wingspan. The threat and imposing image it created was not lost on Sasuke. “I actually had to save you.” it griped, disgusted with the ninja. “I saved you!” he continued, fire in its demonic eyes, “After you let us die!”

Sasuke placed a hand to an irritated cursed mark upon his neck and clenched his teeth against the pain it brought. Confused, the shinobi’s mind was ablaze with a flurry of questions. What was this demon going on about? Sasuke repeated the demon, “Us?”

“And furthermore,” the demon continued to ignore the shinobi’s questions, as though acknowledging his input was beneath him, “You stayed dead, how pathetic.” The creature was now face to face with Sasuke.

“Who are you?” an angered Uchiha snapped, taking a combat stance, ready to cut the bullshit. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you know how long I have been waiting for you to get up?” the demon continued to ignore Sasuke, circling him as it spoke, “Makes you wonder about your integrity. Are you really the hero in this story?” It was directly behind Sasuke, a voice in his ear when it asked, “Or are you... something else?”

Fully aware that it was implying something heinous, Sasuke’s patience grew thin. “I said…” he seethed, scarcely restraining the hostility in his voice, “Who are yo--”

“I heard you” the demon hissed, interrupting Sasuke as he struck out his right hand, grasped the youth’s face in his palm, and thrust the ninja backward, slamming his head into stone.  Rock became debris and the youth’s motionless body slumped to the water below with a splash. “So much for the mighty Uchiha name.” The monster chuckled, admiring his handiwork, “Give me a break.”

“Shut your mouth!” Sasuke snarled back at the demon through gritted teeth. “I don’t care who you are.” He rose to face the demon, “I’ll kill you if you get in my way.” As the words left the shinobi’s lips, he exploded toward his opponent with a barrage of punches, kicks, and fury. Water gushed up, became mist, and colored their violent exchanges, as the youth tore through the well, “I… am an Avenger!”

 Each strike carried enough power to cave a weaker foe, but not this one. The monster shrugged attack after attack with ease, until bringing the Uchiha’s assault to a resounding halt. “You’re a broken record” the monster taunted, then slammed his knuckles into the boy’s sternum. Saliva escaped the youth’s mouth, his eyes watered, and he buckled over in pain, clutching his stomach. “You disgrace your own cause.” The demon pressed, dropping his elbow onto the backside of the ninja’s head, sending him back to the waters once more, “You disgrace me.”

 “Foolish boy” it snarled as it laced its ashen fingers around a fallen Sasuke’s neck, lifted his body several feet into the air, and slammed him back against the stone once more, forcing a yelp from the young Uchiha. Sasuke couldn’t breathe, the demon had cracked more than a few ribs. The pain was stifling. Who the fuck was this guy and why was he so strong?

 “What—”the shinobi began, but was cut off by his own fit of coughing that produced blood, “What… what do you want from me?” he finally managed to say, between the coughing and the troubled gasps for air.

“You lost.” The demon sneered, “You’re weak and you died.” The shinobi struggled against the demon’s grasp, fighting for more air. “I refuse to serve a king who is weaker than me and die with him.” the demon jeered, its grip on Sasuke’s neck tightening. “If you’re weaker than me, then I’ll destroy you and take the crown for myself.”

Just then a wild burst of live current flared into existence, in the palm of the shinobi’s right hand. Illuminated by the voltage, Sasuke’s face was alive with confidence as he spoke, “I don’t know what the hell you are talking about, but this isn’t going to end well for you.” Trapped or not, the shinobi was dangerous, and he would be treated as such. Without hesitation, his electric infused strike pierced the demons flesh as he declared defiantly “I’m not weak!”

I'm just letting you guys know I had my ear surgery yesterday, and It turned out fine. Long day, however.

CHARACTER NAME: Taloc Sa'Koro

CHARACTER SOURCE: OC

CHARACTER HISTORY:
'The target is dead the moment the contract is accepted, the time between then and completion is little more than a formality. Leave no traces you were ever there and let them know the fear of death...'
This is just one of the tenants passed through the hidden village of Koro... Very few know of its location, but its always been easy to make contact. Death is a very lucrative business, and Taloc has always been a very good businessman. Still... There must be honor among the death dealers, that has always been a known fact, else they would ultimately end up destroying themselves.
When something beyond the realms of human come to call, however, there is only so much the best dealers in the realm can do. For a village who has never bent a knee to anything...

'When you cannot defend your own... Always be sure to avenge them.'

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION:
While every dealer is known to have as many faces as there are jobs, one can not hide ones true colors forever. Taloc is a moderately attractive male standing just shy of six feet tall. With close cut black hair and an always clean shaven face, he can rather easily get lost in a crowd even without a disguise. No matter how hard a dealer may try, however, their trademark black irises stand out rather clearly, even with contacts. The gaze of looming death cannot be disguised for long...
He is typically found in a hooded brown cloak, a light scarf of matching color hanging around his neck. His simple clothing of dark colors belie the athletic body beneath, toned through the years of training and experience.



STATS:
ATK: 2
DEF: 1
SPD: 3
TEC: 4
Though I plan on immediately buying a stat point for 1000 OM.

STARTING PROFICIENCIES:
Physical Strength (1000 OM)
Debuff Proficiency (1000 OM)

STARTING POWERS:
Burst Movement (800 OM)
Master Acrobat (400 OM)

STARTING MOVES:
Ire and Woe (300 OM): Physical Strength, Debuff Proficiency
Taloc's weapons of choice, Ire and Woe are a short sword and dagger, respectfully. Truly rare to see one without the other, the 20 inch long blade of Ire was forged from the same billet as the 12 inch Woe and were designed to be used in tandem. The blades are naturally light and easy to swing, doing little damage, but boasting a high speed and requiring little effort to swing them.
In their hilts are several enchantments designed to deliver poisons into the target, though as of yet, only one is currently working. While he's not sure why the others aren't, Taloc is happy that the one that does is the paralysis poison, even if it is to a drastically reduced degree. The poison is always active, and upon contact with the target, will cause muscle spasms throughout their body. This effectively breaks the concetration of his target as well as leaving them stunned for one second, though after use it requires five seconds for the blades to recharge enough energy for the effect to happen again.
'Your only friends are your weapons, and even they should be kept at arm's length.'

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Where did you find us?
I was encouraged to join by my sister, Ash, and friend, Clownpiece.